#but i couldn't leave nine without a heaven

[vanteguccir]

chris/matt sucking on your boobs and kissing them and all that

GIRL I firmly believe that Matt is a boob guy, and he IS absolutely OBSESSED with your boobs, this man is DRUNK on them from the simple act of even looking at them, covered or not. He turns to another man when he has your - his - babies on his mouth, it's like his private heaven

- here we go with a small blurb for yall -

Matt was leaning against their shared bedroom door, watching Y/N as she changed clothes. His eyes followed her every movement with an almost palpable intensity, as if he couldn't look away. She wore a delicate lace bra that perfectly accentuated her curves.

She smiled shyly as she noticed his gaze, and Matt slowly approached her, like a predator about to pounce. His eyes were fixed on her boobs, his desire evident. He ran his fingers over Y/N's shoulders, sliding the bra straps down, exposing her completely. His breathing was heavy, and the desire in his eyes made her heart race.

"You are so beautiful." Matt murmured, his voice hoarse and filled with desire.

He slowly bent down, his lips touching Y/N's soft skin, starting at her neck and slowly descending until he reached her breasts. Each kiss was like a spark of electricity, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Matt was completely obsessed with Y/N's boobs, and at that moment, it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered.

Matt took one of Y/N's boobs in his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue drew slow circles around her nipple. The soft moan that escaped Y/N's lips encouraged him to continue. He alternated between sucking and licking, savoring every second, as if he were exploring something precious and unique. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and Y/N felt lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

Matt's eyes were closed, completely immersed in the sensation. Every time he sucked Y/N's nipple, a new moan escaped her lips, increasing his desire even more. He seemed drunk, completely surrendered to the moment. The feel of Y/N's boob in his mouth was intoxicating, and he wanted more, always more.

Matt's hands were busy too, caressing and squeezing her other boob, playing with the nipple between his fingers, teasing her deliciously. He alternated his attention between the two breasts, not wanting to leave any part of her without proper care.

"Matt..." Y/N whispered, her voice broken by pleasure. "This feels so good..."

He opened his eyes, looking directly at her while continuing to suckle her. Matt's gaze was intense, full of desire and adoration. He pulled back slightly, just enough to whisper:

"You drive me fucking crazy, bunny."

He went back to devouring Y/N's boobs, sucking more intensely now, almost as if he wanted to mark that moment on her skin. The sensations were overwhelming, and Y/N arched her back, pressing even closer to him, completely surrendering to the pleasure, her knees trembling and almost giving out.

Matt felt drunk on the taste, the smell, the feel of Y/N's skin against his tongue and lips. He was lost in that moment, completely submerged in his obsession. Every moan, every sigh she let out was like music to his ears, encouraging him to continue, to give even more pleasure.

Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine, her body trembling with pleasure. Matt's caresses were incredibly intense, each movement loaded with desire. She knew he adored her, but at that moment, the intensity of his feelings was almost palpable.

Feeling her body weakening, Matt quickly lowered his hands to her hips, pushing her back until her bare back hit the wall, the ice on the surface sending shocks through Y/N's hot skin, a loud whimper scaping her lips with the feeling.

She arched her back like a cat, burying Matt's face between her now wet nipples, her eyes rolling to her skull with the sensitivity of them after some minutes of stimulation.

She knew she was about to cum only with that, and Matt knew that too.

[mncxbe]

I got my eye on youೀ๋࣭ ⭑

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff to soul soothing smut, dry humping, creampie, gentle, subby (sobbing) Fyodor, not proofread// now playing "Say yes to heaven"

Fyodor had his eye on you from the first moment he saw you– a pretty face buried in a hard cover volume of some novel he hasn't heard of, sitting in the back of the coffee shop he frequented with a cup of hot coffee before you. That was months ago and to this day he still hasn't forgotten the blush that tinted your cheeks when you met his gaze. Fyodor has never thought of himself as the type of man to be interested in relationships; he had his goals and his endeavours left little to no space for romance in his life– but he couldn't help it this time. Not with you.

So instead of averting his gaze from you, instead of paying his tab and leaving the coffee shop like he was supposed to, Fyodor came to your table and struck up a conversation.

He didn't expect the one time meeting to turn into regular dates at the museum and walks around Tokyo's busy streets at sunset after your shift at the library ended. At first, your relationship progressed slowly– neither of you willing to make the next step. He was often out of town, carrying out different shady business on behalf of his organization but although your bond didn't have a set lable, he knew without a shred of doubt that his heart belonged to you. That he loved you.

Months after your first meeting, he found himself coming to your place more and more often. Your invitations were most innocent– "I just wanna play a game of chess with you" you claimed every time but Fyodor wasn't stupid. He could tell by your loose behaviour and the fleeting glances you gave him that you were after something more. A lingering touch on his shoulder here, a dress hiked a bit too high there; yea, he knew what you wanted and still couldn't bring himself to give it to you.

Problem was, he actually cared about you. He wasn't willing to risk putting you in any danger by forming a deeper bond with you. Some nights, when thoughts of you kept him up 'till the break of dawn, he wondered if you two could actually work– he was smart enough to keep your relationship safe from his enemies' eyes, his precious little secret. But were his own selfish desires worth endangering you?

No, it wasn't worth it. Surely wasn't worth the risk but even a rational and composed man like him was bound to cave in eventually. That's how you ended up between the plush pillows on your bed, with Fyodor prettily sprawled under you. His hair was like a dark halo against your cream coloured pillow case, so silky you couldn't help but run your fingers through it.

"You're so pretty, Fedya" you mumbled between soft kisses, gently tugging at his roots. The man only hummed in response, his hips bucking up against your clothed core providing a much needed friction. Fyodor was on cloud nine, melting like cotton candy on your tongue as you deepened the kiss– his arms wrapped tightly around your hips, keeping you flush against him.

He wasn't used to such closeness between you– the way your love for him spilled from your plump lips into him, the hushed whispers and praises driving him closer to the edge. "Myshka... wait a moment" he chuckled weakly, his slender hands coming to rest on your hips, halting your movements but you wouldn't have it. Prying his shaky hands away from your body you resumed your movements, making the man whimper softly

"Fedya, my love, don't worry about it just let go. Relax..." you purred against the shell of his ear. Your hands trailed over his clothed arm— their touch electrifying, burning the bare skin underneath. Fyodor felt so helpless in your arms, rutting his hips against you as he pushed himself closer to the edge. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, panting softly as he tried to keep himself in check— strange, it was so strange how someone else's touch could make his hard exterior crumble. You touched his heart like no one else and still, he denied himself your comfort and love for so long... Now that he finally had it he was scared, overwhelmed, so weak in this unfamiliar territory.

You felt his hot tears against your skin before he was aware of them. "Fedya, you alright?" you asked sweetly, your lips brushing against his temple but he didn't answer. Instead, his mouth found your neck as he left wet, needy kisses along its expanse "'m sorry, dear think i'm gonna– shit i'm gonna cum soon" . His voice was cracked, barely above a whisper, betraying the desperate state he was in. A chuckle rolled past your lips as you cradled him in your arms. "Don't you wanna do it inside me, baby? I wanna feel you"

It took all the self restraint he had not to cum on the spot– his mind going blank at the thought of spilling himself inside you. You wanted this too, right? So there was nothing wrong with it... Still, as he stripped you of your blouse and panties, Fyodor felt as if he were ridding himself of all the beliefs and rules his religion imposed on him– but he was willing to do even that for you.

A choked moan left his throat as he slid inside you, filling you up inch by inch "S-so tight..." he huffed, squeezing your hips with his hands in attempt to ground himself. "All for you, my love. I'm all yours" you hummed, your silken voice raising goosebumps on his skin. You began rolling your hips against his at a steady pace, ripping moans and pleas from the man below you.

"Please Y/N slow down~" he mumbled, sniffling softly and you brushed the tears at the corners of his eyes with your thumb. "Shhh you're doing great Fedya. So, so good for me. Just focus on feeling well, okay? Let me take care of you"

Your words were so sweet and loving he felt he was actually going to pass out. The liquid heat in his lower abdomen spread in his whole body, numbing the nagging thoughts and fears. His breathing grew heavier as he felt his orgasm approaching and it didn't take him long to cum inside you, filling you up with his creamy seed. A content hum left your lips as you slumped next to him, relishing the silence that settled between you.

"Hey..." you said eventually, twirling a silky strand of his hair between your fingers. Fyodor's gaze lowered to meet your soft eyes and he smiled. "What, my dear myshka?" he taunted, and you were glad to see that he was slowly getting back to his usual self.

"Nothing" you giggled, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek that almost had him melting. "Just wanted to know if you're alright." Fyodor's hand found yours amidst the crumpled sheets, his thumb tracing idly along your knuckles.

"It was wonderful, really. It's just that I never felt like this with anyone else." he finally admitted. And it was true– there had been no one else in his life before and surely won't be after.

"Never ever?"

"Never" he insisted, watching the corners of your lips stretch into a soft smile. Your free hand finally abandoned his hair, sliding down to cradle his face as you leaned closer to him. Close, so, so close it had his stomach churning. It's as if you had him under your spell.

"Well, I'm glad" you added, nuzzling your nose against his "I wouldn't mind doing this again"

"And I wouldn't mind trying something more with you" he said back, his gaze unwavering as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Would you like to be mine? Officially, I mean"

You couldn't help but giggle at his serious tone "Is that a marriage proposal or are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Just my girlfriend, for now. So, will you say yes?" he chuckled, giving you one of those soft looks reserved for your eyes only.

"Yea, of course" you giggled "I mean it was about time you asked. I was starting to believe you were no longer interested"

In that moment, Fyodor wanted to confess his undying love for you, to reassure you that his heart was yours from now 'till the end of time, but he knew it'd be a bit too dramatic for him. So he simply sealed his promise with a kiss. "Silly girl. I could never get tired of you"

[reveld-r]

Something I noticed about TF2 comics

TW: Spoilers

I was reading again the comics and I noticed something. Okay, we can notice that during the issues there are 3 main mercs that die (without counting Miss Pauling, Zhanna, Soldier and the Admin because the first three weren't as dramatic and the admin probably died a lot of times during the comic) and this three were Scout, Medic and Sniper. What I took notice of is that these three represent the 3 common places from the catholic (or similar) religion to go after death: Heaven, Hell and The Limbo; and they also have three diferent ways for coming back: Granted, negotiated and forced/external help. Before I start I want to say I am NOT an expert on religion or not even a devoted christian, I write this on behalf of what I know and definitions from the internet and that english is also not my first language and I'm trying my best to not use Google Translate.

SCOUT

In The Naked and the Dead Scout dies on his father's arms, RIP, and we can see he arrives to Heaven. But Reveld, how do we know it's not an alucination from him? Easy, Tom Jones is also there, Jeremy dies thinking Tom Jones is his real father, but since Tom Jones dies in Ring of Fired he is there, and also the presence of God and the little angels tell us that this is the catholic (or similar religion) heaven. Now, back to the point, Medic is busy also being dead, therefore he can't revive Scout so, how does he comes back? By being God's favorite, literally.

He sends Scout back to the Earth to fulfill his task as "God's gift to the women", without medical intervention or deals and PAM he is back into the game.

MEDIC

Lets go again into The Naked and the dead, Medic dies from 2 bullets, RIP again, and after some panels we can see him talking with someone in Hell, and this someone is The Devil, normally we wouldn't know what hell is this or if Medic even practiced a religion (a man of science, you know), but with The Devil's apearence we can asume it's the catholic (or similar religion) hell. Now, he isn't in good terms with The Devil and he can't be helped since Heavy is fighting with Cheavy so this would be his end unless he made a deal with him, but he wouldn't do that right?

Well folks, he did it, he sold one of his nine souls for a pen and a chance to be back, leaving Hell without Satan being happy with this and without having to need an external help, and PAM he is alive again.

SNIPER

Now we go back to Blood in the Water, Sniper dies, RIP, and then in Old Wounds we can see him on God's Secret Base with his parents. Now if you search the definition of Limbo, the next definition will appear on top.

Now, if this is this secret base, we can say it's this abode, since it isn't principal Heaven, an there is where people are supposed to go if they died before Christ's coming, therefore before resurection. Now, neither God or The Devil are there, so how does he comes back? A medical intervention, that's right. We can see Medic brings him back on a forced way, since Sniper, God nor The Devil agreed on bringing him back. So a little operation later and 12 hours and PAM he is back.

Well, that's all folks, I couldn't keep this little connection with me so I tried to write it in a rush, anyways, hope you liked :D

[toskarin]

I agree that the movies mess up a lot of the story, but I always chalked that up to them not having enough time to include everything, and having to sort of "speedrun" the route, and I know this is probably an empty exercise, but given how much time they had, how would you include all those left out bits into the movies? because there's so much they just couldn't put in, especially illya and kirei's stuff, that the third movie feels incredibly hollow, but I just don't know how they could put in everything. I don't get why they decided to cram the longest route in the vn into a movie trilogy

three movies wasn't the ideal format for adapting heaven's feel, but it's shocking how much filler (and I'm using this to refer to actual empty content which doesn't progress the story or anyone's character) was added to reach feature length

free up maybe 15-20 minutes per movie by trimming dead air from the fight scenes that weren't in the vn. they can even keep them! just take about five or ten minutes of random back-and-forth from each one

scenes like the slow-mo walk to sakura are bewildering. literally just fade to black before shirou starts walking and then fade in as he hugs her. that's all that scene needed, and it's a perfect microcosm of the over-animation problem that the movies have

illya's conversation with shirou where she lets on that she knows someone has to die at the end of the story needs to be reinserted. otherwise illya has basically nothing to go off of and just kind of leaves the narrative emptily in the finale

somewhat controversially, I think Nine Bullet Revolver could be cut down to about a quarter of its length and still have the same impact. make it sudden and violent and intense. explain things less.

the school flashbacks in the intro are fine, but if it's between them and getting more content in the first movie so that we can hacve die lorelei later on, you know which one I'm voting to keep

if we have time for both, insert the conversation between illya and sakura about what it means to be a grail and keep illya overhearing taiga talking about kiritsugu's overseas voyages. that's a fine way to adapt the scene where illya looks for kiritsugu in the emiya household without relying too heavily on someone knowing the full context

changing none of the pacing, just have rider and rin in-frame during the final walk to the flower viewing. it's such a disservice to every character in that scene to tighten the scope like that. it feels so cold, utterly devoid of the cathartic warmth that scene is supposed to have

move kotomine's recollection of claudia's death forward. start it when assassin hits him with zabaniya, then reveal the missing heart as the story ends (in contrast to how it happens now, where the story ends right before assassin uses zabaniya)

get rid of the random ninja jumping shirou does in the angra mainyu finale. just have him walk towards her. it's startling how much the movies would be improved by just letting shirou walk normally towards sakura more often

and lastly, to correct for the fact that so much of everyone's characterisation in the vn comes from shirou's monologue being able to describe subtler body language, move the camera to rin once or twice. have a few scenes that are framed from her perspective which make it clear that shirou's acting weird to the outside observer. he comes off as too much of gigachad otherwise

[msmc-796-official]

50 Follower Milestone Celebration: MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" Face Reveal

// Hi everyone! We're all here to celebrate, because we did it - we have officially reached 50 followers on @msmc-796-official! Holy fuck y'all, I still can't believe we have fifty whole people following our PR blog. That's... what, nine to ten squadrons worth of people?

> More than that. Probably closer to fifteen squadrons, given most here at MSMC tend to run small. It's still a considerable amount.

never mind the numbers - let's get to the fun part!

// Yes, yes, I'm getting to it! Anyways, in celebration of this milestone, Upper Management had some updated portraits done of all of us, and now we get to share them all with you! I believe they go in squad number order, so I think yours is first, Kennedi. Mind doing the honors, Slipshod?

oh fuck yeah. gimme a sec...

[OPENING FILE "msmc-796-portraits.omni.png"]

yooooo! that looks awesome K - they got your new prosthetic in there and everything! heh, nice "very serious Squad Commander business" face you got going - can't even smile in your portraits, huh?

> I was informed they would be serious portraits. I only posed as I was asked to.

// Oh, lighten up, Kennedi. They did a really nice job - oh, look, they even kept the torn edge of your uniform at the shoulder! I thought for sure they'd draw it hemmed.

> Hm. So they did. They also managed to get my nose, eyebrows, and hair texture correct - color me impressed.

mine next, mine next! let's go!

> Hm... yes, that's certainly you, all right.

// Oh, very nice! Bold choice to do it without a shirt on - must've just come from the workshop when you got this done.

...why in the fresh hell is my ENTIRE GOVERNMENT NAME on here?! I had that redacted on purpose!!!

> I assume you weren't paying attention when they informed us that our full Pilot NET ID would be present on these. All of these portraits include our legal name, callsign, and squad designation.

rrrgh... I'm gonna have a word with Upper Management about this; I take all the goddamn precautions in the world to scrub my identity from the Omninet and they STILL manage to publicly deadname me

// In case you've already forgotten, Slipshod, Kennedi has already deadnamed you on here once before. Granted, it was an accident-

> And I apologized for it immediately.

// - AND she apologized for it immediately, yes, thank you Kennedi - but still. People on here know your real name, Slipshod, whether you like it or not.

fuckin' hell. fine, I guess. but you clowns still aren't allowed to call me by that name on here. either you call me Slipshod or you don't call me at all. and that includes all 50-something of our followers out there on the Omninet as well, capiche?

// ...I think they get the point, Slipshod. Anyways - we've still got my portrait left. Pull it up; lemme have a look.

alright alright, cool your jets. here...

...woah. holy shit, P, that's really good.

> I concur. They did a phenomenal job on your portrait, Phoenix - you should be proud.

// I... wow. I'm at a loss for words, genuinely. I haven't had my hair that long in months, and they absolutely nailed it.

heh. I like that they kept your PR lanyard on there. UM can't ever let you forget it, can they?

// No, I guess they can't. Come to think of it, all of us have a MSMC logo somewhere on our portraits. They even included your arm tattoo on there, and you usually choose to leave that off.

nah, I asked them to do that. it felt right to leave it in this time.

> I also actively chose to wear my MSMC badge for this. It helps tie the group together. "Good squad cohesion", as Command would say.

// Oh, you guys... great, now I'm gonna cry. Y'all are assholes.

love you too, P. here's to the next fifty, yeah?

> To the next fifty, and however many more.

// To the next fifty.

OOC: To all 50 of my followers (well, more now, since this came out later than anticipated) - thank you so, so much for your support of this blog. I couldn't have done this without you. Here's to the next fifty, and however many more come after.

Until next time, this is MSMC-796 "Heaven's Fury" signing off - yours among the stars, forever and always.

-- FC, Angel, Slipshod, & Lockbreaker

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Riz Gukgak Season 1 Playlist Breakdown

Yeah so I really quickly posted my Character playlists to get them out there asap but god I put sooooo much thought into them and I love them so much so I want to talk about each song so you can take a peek into my brain and see what the worms have been cooking. I'll make like a masterlist with links and stuff once I get more out but yeah this one's going first because I decided to go table order right to left.

For all my playlists I choose songs based on a bunch of criteria which is but is not limited to :

vibe

whether I think the character would like the song/artist

whether I can picture the song playing in the background

If the lyrics match up to a specific scene or feeling

if, when put together the general character arc can be reflected in the playlist

if the songs cohesively go together (i.e. similar vibes, genres, themes)

For Riz, the playlist consists of a mix of Alt Rock, 80s/90s, Math Rock, and Punk/Grunge. Here's the playlist if you haven't listened to it

Without further ado... Lets get into it

1. Happy to Hide, Pile of Love

Smiling between my teeth Acting up accordingly Why do I waste my time performing? I don't see the comedy you see In all the scenes involving me As if I wasn't dull and boring I'm happy to hide I'm happy to leave with no goodbye Would you believe me if I said I couldn't cry?

I wanted to start with the classic early 2000s "I'm a nerd in high school" movie song. I can picture this at the start of a movie starring Riz, where he gets to school and gives out his business cards, and it's Not Working, and he doesn't understand why. I also love the way that being "happy to hide" works with his rogue class :)

2. We Are Detectives, Thompson Twins

Someone is on our tail We think they're openin' up our mornin' mail (Whoa) And now each time the telephone rings We think of frightening things We are detective We are selective We are detective Come to collect

This song is so fun and so camp, very 80s alt, I think Riz would love it. I also think it kind of shows how while Riz is definitely extremely serious about the Missing Maiden Case, he is also playing out one of his biggest fantasies and is a high schooler snooping around corners.

3. Daysleeper, R.E.M.

I see today with a newsprint fray My night is colored headache gray Don't wake me with so much The ocean machine is set to nine I'll squeeze into heaven and Valentine My bed is pulling me, gravity Daysleeper

We love our insomniac little guy

4. Cops and Robbers, The Hoosiers

Got your revolution, now you're waging war again Marching on the spot when you should have made amends You say you fight for us, cross your heart and hope to die You're a bully in the playground and we'll hang you out to dry Blame Simon 'cause he said You've got two lives down and one life left Blame Simon 'cause he said You could think better with a hole in your head

Listening to The Hoosiers brings me back to my high school days. This song for me really gets at the change in tone that the "mystery" goes through, specifically with Riz and his relationship with Biz Glitterdew. The way the song kind of starts out as a fun kitchy romp and then devolves into a screeching violent swirl really shows how out of everyone, even though Riz was probably the closest with Biz at the start, he was definitly the one ready and willing to hold him violently accountable for his actions. Riz shows you how to deal with violent incels.

5. Big Sea, Crash Of Rhinos

We'll stand trial, our will won't be broken Your mistake is not that you care, it's that you don't notice Our favorite part is not how this ends It's just how its starts And just that it starts I'll paint you from my memory

I do think that Riz would absolutely love math rock and I do not mind going to jail for that opinion (because every guy that I've met that likes math rock has been proven to be not great - but I'm holding out). Either way, do you guys remember how they literally were in jail for months. Like Riz "son of a cop (at the time)" "The Ball" Gukgak spent several months in jail not being able to do anything but ruminate on the case, what he could have done differently, and what could be happening without them present. Yikes.

6. Black Dragon Fighting Society, My Chemical Romance

Yeah, I drink juice when I'm killing 'cause it's fucking delicious ... Switing out my style bring a friend out with Better grab your soul from the fingers of death I got a medical emergency A medical emergency We got a medical emergency A medical emergency (Mayday, they call the shots, yeah)

This is the type of song that you play during a full throttle drag out feral goblin fight, and its' the song that Riz deserves to end the season with, since he and his mom ate the fucking dragon that killed his dad. Hell yeah.

[frosted-skies]

trikey —

deliver to: heaven

TW: Dr*gs, overdose and s*icidal ideation

i would wait for you a thousand years, but would my life last long enough?

trevor philips x michael de santa

a series of nine letters, corresponding to the nine years since michael townley’s death during a failed heist in ludendorff, north yankton, written by trevor philips.

the nine letters are kept safely in individual envelopes, stacked chronologically and locked in a wooden box under his bed.

engraved in the wood was:

deliver to: heaven.

—

playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Yv3sN3tq0kfgZyI83k5P2?si=JKbagLZiS0KzG9A9vOgbjA&pi=a-ATFl3aYgQmuF

2004.

Michael.

I can't believe you’re not with me anymore. I can’t believe you are gone, I can’t believe you are dead. I couldn't leave your tombstone, even after everyone else had left, including your wife and children.

I stayed there for god knows how long. I cried in the cold unforgiving North Yankton winter, kneeling next to your grave. I held onto your tombstone. That smooth concrete with your name engraved.

Michael Townley, 1965-2004.

I wanted to dig out your body, I wanted to look at your face one last time. I cried, screamed, begged for all of this to be a dream. I prayed to a God I didn't even know existed, I yelled into the empty grey skies. I yelled your name. hoping that somehow and somewhere, you’d come back.

Why did it have to end like this? I should have taken that bullet instead of you, I should have died and not you. Why was it you? Why did it have to be you? Why? I don’t know how to live without you, Mikey. You were my everything. And now…you’re gone.

Maybe you’re happier on the other side wherever you end up. I don’t fucking know. But I can’t think of a way to live a life without you. I’d crumble without you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I see you in everything and everywhere. I can’t get you outta my mind. I have a shirt of yours. And a jacket. Those are my only two things that will remind me of you. And I’ll treasure it with my whole life. I promise.

I’m missing you so much, Townley. And I’ll keep missing you forever. I’ll always be waiting for you on the other side. No matter how long it takes. I’m waiting for you. I promise.

T.

2005.

Michael.

It’s been a year since you left me. A fucking year. 12 months, 48 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours and 525,600 minutes.

All that time. I spent it alone. I moved to another part of the US. I decided to move to San Andreas. Blaine County. Sandy Shores. In a trailer.

I did drugs. All that you could think of. Just so I can fill the void and the never ending pain that your death caused. I still can’t believe that you’re actually gone. Sometimes I saw see you in my dreams. Sometimes I see your face in other people’s. God, I miss you so much I think I’m going a bit crazy.

But I don’t think you would like to see me like this, do you? I don’t know. But I just needed something to quell me from the emptiness that you left me. I still have that shirt and jacket of yours. I take care of it well, so your scent doesn’t ever go away. I kept all the pictures we took. I look at them when I miss you the most. And then I cry my eyes out. And then I smoke meth. And repeat.

One year since you left me and I’m struggling. I don’t know what will happen to me soon. But I’ll wait for you. I promise, I will never forget you and I’ll wait.

I miss you and I love you. Forever. Until I die.

T.

2006.

Michael.

Two years. Two fucking years. Two years have passed since you died.

I don’t know if I’m surviving. Barely.

Writing to Brad. He’s in prison. Even though I hate his guts kinda, I still write. I’m not heartless am I?

I went to visit you up in North Yankton. Still cold as always. I think the priest saw me. I don’t know. Don’t care. I sat there for probably three hours. Talking to you. Talking to a fucking stone. I don’t know if you heard me. I guess you did.

I miss you so much Mikey. I really do. Why did you have to leave me so soon?

I have no energy to write more. I’m gonna go smoke meth probably.

I miss you. I love you.

T.

2007.

Michael.

Three fucking years.

Three.

The more days I live, the more I wonder if I should still stay. My life has no purpose.

My tolerance grew. The usual amount I smoked isn’t cutting it anymore.

I sometimes smoke with a picture of you next to me. You’re my only friend. I think.

I tried huffing gas. Interesting experience. Ended up with a pounding headache and puking my guts out at the abandoned motel. Who cares.

I don’t think I should stay alive anymore, Mikey.

I can’t do this anymore. I’m numb. I feel invisible. Miserable. Horrible.

I should just…die. I have no purpose to live anymore. Especially without you here with me. I’m tired of crying, breathing, and living. I might just die by an overdose. I should.

I’m broken, Mikey. Maybe I’ll see you. You’re waiting for me, right?

T.

2008.

Michael.

Four years. Sorry I wrote later than usual.

I was high as fuck. Took a mix of meth and heroin. Crazy. I probably killed a guy or two. I don’t know.

Almost died. Wasn’t planning to at that moment.

I heard your voice when I was tripping. Were you visiting me Mikey? I missed you.

I dont know if it was the drugs or my imagination. But I swear I saw you.

Planning to overdose next year, on the fifth year. Probably gonna mix a fuckton of drugs. It’ll be effective. I hope so. I just wanna meet you again.

You’re waiting right? Wait for me Mikey.

I’m coming.

T.

2009.

Michael.

Well…I tried.

I overdosed. I drank, I smoked. Somehow. But somehow, I’m still alive. Fuck.

Damn it. Fuck. Wait for me Mikey.

Please. I wanna see you again.

Hold you. Hug you. Talk to you.

Wait for me. Please.

I’ll come to you, Mikey. I promise.

T.

2010.

Michael.

Six years have passed.

I still wished I was the one who got shot. Not you. God. I miss you everyday. It hurts. Even the drugs aren’t cutting it anymore.

I miss you so much. I don’t know how to describe it. This grief seems to go on forever.

Should I just…keep living and accept the fact that you’re gone?

Tried to die twice to meet you but it seems like my life has other plans. Maybe one day I’ll accept the fact that you’re gone. But that doesn’t change the fact that I miss you so much. Remember that.

T.

2011.

Michael.

Coming to terms with the fact that you’re dead is weird. I’m still doing drugs though.

I think I found a friend. His name is Ron or whatever. He's a bit of a weirdo and his wife's an ass.

He's kinda like a little apprentice to me. I started a little drug stint to make money. Forgot to tell you that.

Even though I'm slowly accepting reality…that you're gone…

I will never forget you.

Take my word for that.

T.

2012.

Michael.

Sorry for not writing. Ron got a divorce from his ass wife. He lives in the trailer next to mine. I got another kid. Wade. Very gullible young kid.

I've been thinking of you a lot.

I've fully accepted that you're dead. After eight damn years. Almost a decade of me crying at night because I missed you.

Accepting that you're dead feels weird. Really weird. It's kinda like I've made peace with it. I no longer feel the weight of my grief. Nor have I felt that soul-crushing, rose-thorns-on-my-throat feeling of deathly missing you. Even after all that.

Remember that in another universe I still love you with all my heart.

T.

2013.

Michael.

Happy New Year. Well…I'm a month late. You don't care, do you?

I hope you're okay wherever you are. It's almost ten years since you're gone.

Isn't it weird that everyone grieves differently? I'm here always having you in my thoughts. Maybe your wife moved on quick and married someone else!

Finally accepting your death is calming. I'm not a miserable mess anymore. I have those two idiots and my business to occupy my time.

You're always in my thoughts. I miss you lots, Mikey. I love you lots, too.

T.

[fullstcp]

"Trustfall" by P!nk Sentence Starters

WHEN I GET THERE

"I think of you when I think about forever."

"I think of you out of the blue when I'm watching a movie that you'd hate."

"You were never one to hesitate."

"You were always first in line, so why would it be different for Heaven?"

"I got a couple questions."

"I know, you'll tell me all about it when I get there."

"Do you think of me?"

"Do you wish that I would slow down?"

TRUSTFALL

"Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt."

"Would that be enough?"

"Are we running out of time?"

"Are we just too scared to fight for what we want tonight?"

"Close your eyes and leave it all behind."

"We'll go where love is on our side."

"We can run into the fire."

"Jump with me."

"What if we just fall?"

"I'm not going without you."

"You're not going alone."

"I fell so far 'til I found you."

"You know what you know when you know."

"You know when you know."

"What if we just fall?"

TURBULENCE

"You and I. Happy ending and a tragedy combined."

"We both can't live without it and we tried."

"We should take our own advice."

"It'll take a little longer to get home."

"All we've got is time."

"The panic is temporary."

"I'll be permanent."

"As scary as it gets, it's just turbulence."

"You can meet me in the corners of your mind."

"We can build a new cloud nine."

"That's enough to drain the life from you sometimes."

"Hold my hand."

"Hold your breath."

"I'll find a place to land."

LONG WAY TO GO

"Who do you love?"

"You don't pick up your phone."

"Are your enemies real in your real life?"

"I could stay up with you all night."

"We got a long way to go."

"You're what I want."

"I'm in a desperate way."

"I think I could stop."

"You never try, you never change."

KIDS IN LOVE

"If you don't fuck up, well, then you'll never learn."

"We used to chase the sun."

"We used to have our fun."

"We were two young fools, oh, kids in love."

"I'm still living there."

"This time I'll make it last."

"Saw you got married."

"You couldn't help me."

"I will never give up."

"I'll keep living in my mind still."

NEVER GONNA NOT DANCE AGAIN

"You could take all that I got."

"For once I wouldn't start a fight."

"Don't try me, really, not tonight."

"We've already wasted enough time."

"I got all good luck and zero fucks."

"I don't care if I belong."

"We're never getting younger, so I'm gonna have some fun."

"You know that I'm starting a fight."

RUNAWAY

"I wanna bathe in the light."

"They're giving us a bad name."

"Being good never felt quite right.'

"I know there's some place better, far away from here."

"We're gold as long as we're together."

"We were born to run away."

"No more looking over my shoulder."

"I'll be right by your side."

LAST CALL

"I wanna stay."

"We're the sun and the moon."

"Do you think I could have this dance?"

"It's all just a game of chance."

"What would I do without you?"

"Let's not go home."

"Let's not die alone."

"It sure was good while it lasted."

"Right now, we're fucking blasted."

HATE ME

"You blame me."

"Don't you love to shame me?"

"I'm the villain you made me."

"I'm not your bitch."

"I'm the perfect bad guy."

LOST CAUSE

"Is it me?"

"I know that you noticed I hate kissing you with my eyes closed."

"I was never taught to trust somebody."

"Is it you?"

"Don't tell me I'm a lost cause."

"You don't wanna see me again."

"I'm a bitch."

"I'm a possessive and jealous love addict, but you're an asshole."

"I'm tired of thinking tragic's romantic."

FEEL SOMETHING

"I usually break the things that I love."

"I carry the weight on my back."

"Wouldn't you think by now I'd be ready?"

"My heart's not ready to love you."

"I'm not ready for this."

"It's only a matter of time before the good starts hurting."

OUR SONG

"Where did we lose our touch?"

"I needed you so damn much."

"Why is everything hard?"

"You don't look at me that way like you did before."

"If I had one more chance, I would do it again."

JUST SAY I'M SORRY

"Just say, 'I'm sorry'."

"It's not the hardest thing to do."

"Just say you're wrong sometimes."

"I'll believe you 'cause I love you."

"Everybody wants to be the one who's right."

"Sometimes, the way to win is to say you lose."

"Love's a gamble and the stakes are high."

"All that's on the table is a bad goodbye."

"You say you'd die for me."

"I don't know why you can't pull the trigger and kill your pride."

[nomoreusername]

Flower Crowns (Part 3)

Pairing:Thomas x gender neutral reader

Summary:At Greenie night, you both end up making the final move.

Minho had gathered his crew of Fry, Newt, Clint, and Jeff to lock you both in a room during dinner in hopes that an actual confession would be made.

One wasn't. Thomas still couldn't find the right words so he spoke about literally anything else.

After around an hour, nobody could take it anymore. It was uncomfortable for almost all parties and clearly wasn't going anywhere. While they argued about whether or not to wait though, Alby ended up finding you both and letting you out.

Now everyone was sat back, utter disappointment written on some of their faces as Thomas was still making those damn flower crowns.

You however, had something much different going on.

Greenie had been normal around you at first. He had been fairly nice and seemed like he would be easy to get along with.

The night time must have changed him though, as he was flirting with you instead of doing anything else. He had tried to dance with you, had given too many compliments, and was far too close.

You wanted to tell him to shuck off, but you didn't know how he would react. If it was with violence, that would be an awful way to end the night that had just barely started. While you didn't want to suck it up, you felt trapped.

As you thought you were going to explode with discomfort, your saving grace popped up out of nowhere, a lovely yellow, purple, and blue flower crown in his hands.

“There you are, Y/N. I’ve been waiting to give you this,”He loudly announced, shoving past the boy. Without looking back at him, he plopped it on your head, slightly adjusting it.

“These just keep getting prettier and prettier,”You complimented, your shoulders visibly relaxing in relief.

“Of course they are. I had an amazing teacher,”He complimented back, swinging his arm across your shoulder to really set the message in.

If it had been Greenie doing this (or basically anybody else), you would feel suffocated.

It's Thomas though. It's Thomas so instead you feel warm, safe, protected, and perfectly content with this small moment.

Greenie saw the way he was now old news, cast to the side in favor of Thomas. Nodding to himself at the fact, he stood up and left.

“What was that for?”You asked when he was out of earshot.

“You looked really uncomfortable with him, and I wanted to help. Get him off your back. You know what mean?”He said quickly. While his words weren't a total lie, they were also not the total truth.

There had been undeniable jealousy mixed with his concern for your comfort. If he had to see another second of that, he was sure he would have done more to Greenie than knock him to the ground.

“Oh,”You nodded.

“Yeah,”He shrugged, his arm still around you.

“Well, thank you. I appreciate it,”You promised.

“Of course. Anything for you,”He mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said no problem,”He lied.

“Right. Well, the night is still young. Do you want to sit?”You offer.

“Yeah, yeah. Definitely,”He promised, swearing he was now on cloud nine. Those words were pure music to his ears. You wanted to sit with him alone? Had he been shucked and gone to heaven?

No. It was all very real.

With your flower crown on your head, a glass of moonshine in your hand, and Thomas’s arm around you, you found a nice, quiet spot near a log. You sat down, leaning against it. Thomas did the same, trying to ignore his heart threatening to beat out of his chest.

“The Glade’s stressful sometimes, but it can be so pretty,”You sighed, looking up at the stars.

“Yeah. It really is pretty,”He almost whispered, his eyes not leaving you.

“I’m gonna miss it a little when we leave. I’m excited, because we’ll have freedom and all that, but there's something about little moments like this that makes this place a home. You know?”You explain, turning to sneak a glimpse at him only for him to be shamelessly looking at you, admiring all of your features.

“Yeah. I do know,”He promised.

You found yourself gazing back at him, your heart starting to beat too fast the way his constantly was. As you did, you took in the little things about him. The light specks of gold in his caramel eyes. The little dimples on his cheeks. The light bit of rosiness in his face.

“Look at that. You have a flower in your hair,”You observed, leaning forward just slightly to get it out.

As you were right there, your lips mere inches away from his, he couldn't contain himself. If he didn't blurt it out, he was scared he would burst into flames right there.

“I love you.”

Time seemed to freeze as you stared at in disbelief. Your hands remained exactly where they were, in his hair, as your jaw almost dropped to the floor.

His heart sunk in disappointment. The silence spoke volumes to him, and the words were not exactly promising. A shameful blush spread across his face as pure embarrassment spread throughout his soul.

“I’m sorry. I didn't mean to say that-”

“Thomas, I feel the same way.”

“I mean I meant it, but I didn't mean for it to slip out. You were just so close, and you make me so nervous. It's not your fault, but it's-”

“Thomas, I love you too.”

“It's still true. I didn't want to mess anything up, and I just did, and I’m so sorry. I really am. I-”

Realizing he was too caught up in apologies to understand you, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and smash your lips against his. He yelped in surprise for a moment before going still as the words you just spoke registered in his head.

You love him too.

With a burst of confidence overcoming him at that information, he closed his eyes and gently kissed you back. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you deepened it. Your skin tingled from his touch as he moved his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks as he smiled into the kiss.

As you moved your heads at the same time the crown almost fell down. Seeming to have some magic instinct, he reached up and held it on your head while still kissing you.

Having spotted the scene, Fry loudly began clapping for the new couple. As everyone else noticed, they joined in, whooping and cheering in celebration. Even Greenie couldn't help but shout his congratulations.

Minho however stayed silent, his arms crossed over his chest. While leaning against a beam, he watched it unfold while wearing a sly smirk.

He was going to have a plan work one way or another, and if that meant making sure Greenie was a great actor so Thomas would feel some jealousy, then that's what he had to make happen.

Maybe now Thomas would shut up about you on his run.

Actually, nah. He’ll probably just yap about you even more now.

[spoofymcgee]

i'm going to fucking cry.

i've finished watching the doctor falls and just.

augh.

not in any particular order:

- aaaaaaaaaa the way they keep cutting between human!bill and cyberman!bill based on who's looking at her and how she sees herself

- the way the doctor catches alit before she can run away from bill, reassures her that there's nothing wrong with trying to help even if you fail

- the horror of the mondasian cybermen, the rubber suits, this is exactly what was missing from death in heaven–the fact that the cybermen are zombies, they're conscious, they're rotting flesh incased in metal, they're humanity's insistence on dragging their own dead body behind them into the future

- the way the end of bill's arc is that she is not her body, without saying that her appearance doesn't matter, because it does, because she's very particular about how she chooses to express herself but that doesn't mean she can't move on, because she can recognize that who she is is not the body she was born into, which is exactly what the cybermen can't

- the utter tragedy of the fact that she can't even get angry about what's happening to her (and while i do think this was a little clumsy and heavy handed, and i think it can be interpreted as racist, i did think it was less 'oh she's a black woman so her anger is more dangerous' and more 'here is a character who is so very emotional and has been the whole time, who's core character trait is her feelings, who has used those emotions to save the world time and again, and she does not want to exist if she can't be herself')

- i do wish we'd spent more time on heather's appearance and bill's ending, but i'm not going to argue with the fact that doctor who, a show i'm pretty sure holds the record for how quickly they can pull a bury your gays (30 seconds) giving a Black lesbian companion the most permanent happy ending possible

- no because seriously they get to be happy together FOREVER

- AND SHE SAVES THE DOCTOR ONE MORE TIME AND DOESN'T HAVE TO DIE TO DO IT

- to me it felt like the story really wrapped around and closed up in world enough and time, and this episode was just tying off ends and closing corners, but seeing as moffat has a serious problem with open plot threads, i'm not super upset about it

- i know some people think that twelve refusing to regenerate doesn't make sense for his character but i personally disagree with that because the only doctors so far in nuwho (that i have seen) who've had a peaceful regeneration are nine who literally absorbed the time vortex to save rose and didn't have time, and eleven, who took three hundred years of forcibly staying in one place to get tired enough to be alright with it, so i think it is perfectly in character for the doctor

- especially because this is a little bit of a mirror of journey's end, and i am a strong believer that ten didn't want to regenerate largely because the grief he felt for donna was all he had left of her, and he knew he would lose the intensity of that when he changed

- as far as twelve knows, his memories of bill are all that's left of her

- i don't think he knows she's still out there with heather, or even if he does, he's still lost her, she's still chosen to leave him, and the ragged, torn, open wound of missing her is all he has left of her

- the doctor is tired

- he doesn't have anyone left, he's all alone, and he's so sick of always ending up alone

- CLARA

- FUCK

- WITH HOW OBSESSED I AM WITH HER YOU'D THINK I'D'VE NOTICED BEFORE NOW

- he doesn't remember clara, barely knows he misses her, he didn't get to feel the grief of losing her because he couldn't remember it, and he doesn't want to forget bill, doesn't want to let go of the chance he gets to mourn her

- he started this season off with moving on because people needed him, but he was wrong, the only reason he could do that was because he was distanced from the loss he carries around with him

- and bill saved the world because she never let go of losing her mother–she carried it with her and lived with it and didn't let it take her over but didn't let herself forget it either

- she reminded him how to do that and he doesn't want to forget again

- fuck now i'm crying

[bluebunnyears-08]

Sorry for bothering you about this but I was wondering about if your doing your stories again simply because they are just great reads :)

I have a prompt for a story involving Nine and sonic.

1. Sonic trying to help Nine adjust to his new life with his friends because now he is able to exist with his twin and even taking him to the tree.

2. Nine being a little off put by how radically different Amy is here and her trying to comforting and even noticing how frayed and thin his Tails are.

3. Tails trying to adjust to having ‘Twin’ brother and both finding common ground but its still shakey.

4. A flashback of Sonic coming into the room and being like “Hey guys, so remember a few days ago when I shattered the prism” they acknowledge it and he just says TA DA and introduces nine.

5.Nine feeling like a fish out of water but doesn’t want to leave his brother, he thought tooth and nail to get this life and he’s not backing down.

6. Knuckles actually dulling out some sage advice to the young Kit.

Hello! I AM doing requests for stories again! Answering and writing them might take a while because I'm still writing my own things, and currently writing a story for the Nine series me and friend made, not to mention I want to practice my drawing so I can post it one day. And I'm so happy you like the stories I do!

And this is a nice prompt! One story coming up! I decided to try a different thing in this too! ^v^

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Everything was filled with beautiful color in this world. It was like living in an antique painting, one full of pastel colors and extravagant forms that were foreign to him. He never would have gotten here if it wasn't for the vibrant blue urchin that was his only dear friend.

Sonic is a very determined hedgehog, and Nine couldn't thank him enough for that fact.

That's what Nine learned as Sonic continuously tries to get him comfortable and happy in what the hedgehog stated was home. Not another Shattered Space, but the main universe Sonic originally destroyed. Nine put it all back together, but it would've come at a cost of disappearing forever, going back to being a trait.

Nine was scared, he assured Sonic it would be fine, tried to steel himself for fading into nothingness, but he was terrified. Naturally though, Sonic the "Mr. Freedom is the Most Important Thing" hedgehog, wasn't having ANY of it.

Nine was...caught off guard to say the least when the urchin began to insist on him staying with him in his world, the original world, began to implore if there was another way without the fox disappearing forever. Nine knew he had to refuse, he wasn't tails, not to mention to potential effects it might have, but seeing the genuine concern and care in those emerald eyes, the fear and pain...he knew he couldn't.

He knew Sonic didn't want him to. And he didn't want to either.

So he didn't. He found a less, effective solution in fixing the world, but made it so he could live there as well without any problems. He hoped it would be stable enough to allow such a big change.

But those worries went out the window now that he was here, and after a few days, he forgot he worried about anything at all. This world was wonderful! Green grounds, healthy trees and wonderful lakes, it was paradise! And he was right here, right by Sonic, finally eating Chili dogs with him, and it became a heaven!

The only problem was...Tails. The fluffier, more cheerful, more healthy (both in body and mind) fox Sonic loved as a brother. The reason why Sonic was so caring and sweet to him in the first place.

It wasn't that the fox was mean, at least not intentionally, nor was it that the two tailed vulpine annoyed him. It was just...he was so cheerful and naive. Not to mention seeing how...healthy he was, and those eyes those fucking eyes-

Wide blue eyes always stared at Nine when he was around, watching him, both with fascination and absolute admiration. Nine found the fascination understandable, the feeling was mutual, but the admiration really confused him. It confused him very much.

He couldn't understand at all.

Why would anyone admire him?, that's what he was curious about. When he asked the fox, he found the answer.

"It's just, you're so cool! You have those metal tails and your super strong and formidable in battle! Your just so amazing!", blue eyes sparkled as they answered.

Nine didn't respond. So that was why? Because he had metal tails, was good at fighting, and preferred to work alone? Nine didn't find anything to admire about the latter two. The fox could fight too, Nine saw this, not to mention the preference to work on his own came from being used to being alone.

But he simply nodded and came up with an event so he could leave. He didn't hate the kit, just...wasn't exactly friends with them. As long the fox didn't bother him they could manage.

Nine kept their interactions to a minimum and very short and brief.

Then there was Amy Rose. At first, Nine didn't know what to think. So, this was who Rusty was before the Council...'enhanced'...her body. She was a lot more, well, alive. Her green eyes sparkled with cheeriness and youth, her body lacked any traces of metal, and a flicky surrounded her, chirping happily instead of being trapped inside her chest cavity, chirping with pain and despair.

Nine was taken aback by how...young she truly was. Made him wonder with horror how old Rusty was when she was roboticized.

Rose was...very kind. A far cry from the emotionless callousness of the robot he remembered her as. Then again, that wasn't her, was it?

No, this Rose was friendly, full of expression, and so vibrant with the soft color of pink. Nine liked her. She gave him motherly vibes, even though he knew that thought was humorous, and he felt rather comfortable in her presence.

The only problem was how much she insisted on caring about his well being; making sure he cared for himself, making sure he worked on being healthy again, and trying to get him to 'open up'.

The first two weren't that bad. It was nice being cared for, and besides, Sonic did those too. Although he was a bit more stubborn about it, dragging Nine out of his lab and making sure he slept and ate. Nine acted annoyed and frustrated, but really he felt...warm. Again, it was very nice.

The only problem was the last part. The "opening yourself up" part. He understood that she cared, and didn't mean any harm, but when she offered to listen to his problems - and by extension, his trauma - he gently declined every time.

He didn't want to open up, didn't want to explore his trauma. His trauma could bury itself and die for all he cared. Although, he knew it was bad. He knew that choice would only make it worse. He just...it wasn't...

He just can't. That was all. Sure he didn't want to pour out his chest, didn't want to cry pathetically in front of this girl he had only knew as a robot, didn't want her to rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiippppppp open his chest and pull on his insides pity him even more.

But he knew he wouldn't be able to spill out his trauma like that if he tried.

He kept being polite to her, but like the others, he carefully kept his distance.

Then there was the echidna.

Nine found the echidna, named 'Knuckles', was someone he needed to keep and eye on. The echidna was as bad tempered as all the other counterpart Nine knew, not to mention how the echidna was suspicious of Nine when Sonic introduced the fox.

They weren't on the best terms.

However, Nine soon saw the echidna start to soften up. Knuckles didn't tense or stare at him whenever the fox was within proximity. But Nine still felt tense within the echidna's proximity, knowing the strength behind his namesake's.

So he was surprised when the guardian began to offer him advice. Rather odd advice. Telling him not to do things alone, to enjoy things while he's here, telling him that letting your feelings out doesn't make him weak, that it can help him.

He told him other things, but Nine tuned him out.

Why listen to advice that was utterly worthless? That everyone else has been trying to tell him, that didn't help him at all?

Why do they even care about him? Sonic he had some understanding but why do the others? To Amy, he was just a burden, a helpless person who needed to be cared for, to Knuckles, he was an idiot who needed to be taught, to...Tails, he was just a variant, just a simple reflection with a smear of gray.

Although come to think of it, Sonic probably only stuck with him because he resembled that damn soft fox.

But, even with that, he refused to go back to being a part of the fluffy fox, he refused to give up. He gave up everything to be here, he fought tooth and nail, and he wasn't going to go back because of a little difficulties.

He kept going.

Tails stared at him with those eyes of innocence and naive curiosity. Of admiration.

Keep going.

Don't give up.

Amy stared at him like a pathetic child who can't fend for himself.

You did so much to get here.

Knuckles' gaze softened every time he was within the echidna's sight

Ignore them.

Sonic must've told them.

Keep going.

A hand rests on his shoulder out of concern.

Don't give in.

Keep. Going.

Don't. You. Dare. Fucking. Cave.

Keep everyone out. Never yield.

Sonic is right there. He's in such a wonderful world.

So why wasn't he happy?

[ask-emerys-melvinborgs]

-—-—-The Event Horizon-—-—-

Chapter 2. Overture

🫐—-—-—-—-—-— »,”☆

Melvinborg sped through the air at breakneck speed, the rocket careening through the clouds, below him his apartment, his neighborhood, his city disappearing. His grip on the steering mechanism was a little white-knuckled, his dashboard a contrasting cheery array of LEDs, and his heart soaring with determination.

—-[Start] [« Last] -,”🪽”,- [Next »] [Latest]-—

A myriad of satellites were perched in invisible orbit like birds on a wire, and as he sped past, he saw a variety of purple lights blinking at him- the friendly, neutral color of communication, a quick 'hello!' as he began his journey. Interstellar communication had gotten leagues better, and the nearby airspace really wasn't so lonely anymore. He whizzed past the air station, a few stray rockets from different independent explorers like him housed comfortably in its magnetic field. Now that he was finally out of orbit, he could calm his pace a little bit. He unbuckled his seatbelt, floating as if a petal on water, suprisingly light and graceful leaps. And heavens, did he have fun with it! Bounding about, feeling the freedom of space- though he had taken multiple trips into space before, it still was a rare treat, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. Alone in his ship, he let his guard down, feeling like a kid once again. It was this kind of spirit he was going to need so desperately, for a mission like this.

Just for the sake of feeling less alone, he decided to tune his radio to the Communications section. With the clickity-clackity turn of a deliciously antiquated knob, the gentle static fuzzed in, a little warmer than usual (likely the gentle hum of the stars). "Hey, anyone online?" A voice shimmered through the speakers...

"Oh, fantastic! I'm doing quite well, thank you," he spoke into the intercom. "I'm on my way out of town- well. Way out of town, I suppose." The voice giggled a little. "And," he added giddily, "if you're oh-so-terribly-curious, I'm actually trying to-" A wave of electrical fuzz washed over the sound, and before he could begin his monologue, the connection was lost, leaving him a little disheartened. Oh well. "ETH3R, how far until our destination?" he asked his scientific companion. "We won't hit the hyperspace barrier until we get out of the solar system and its regulations, which should take about 15 minutes and 49 seconds, so accounting for that...... you've got nine hours, thirty-seven minutes, and 11 seconds until we reach the orbit of the nearest black hole, MIRAWIDIE-14." Damn. He scrunched his nose. It sounded like a long time, but in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that bad, eh? Nine hours until his life changed, hopefully forever, hopefully for the better. He settled into the lounge chair he had so-smartly included, ready for his journey, still keeping his general cover of ultimate in-control nonchalantness but secretly alight with anticipation. He hadn't penned yet what he was even going to say or do to his younger self- that would require a LOT of self-reflection that he was absolutely not willing to do. Obviously, expecting him to be absolutely perfect at every turn already would lead him to the same colossal burnout crash that Borg had experienced as he had metaphorically dragged himself across the bloody, gravelly pavement of life to make it into adulthood. Obviously, he was a lot better off now, but... he wanted to save himself the pain, if he could. But god, introspection isn't easy to do when there's so many layers of perfectionism and shame, mm? He didn't realize that to face himself, he would have to face himself. His thoughts couldn't keep him for long, though, because ETH3R gently encouraged him to buckle himself back into the commander's seat so that they could engage their hyperspace drive. "Ah, what would I do without you?" he asked affectionately, to which the robot replied "Let's hope we never have to find out." The shadow of Neptune was shrinking behind them, and as they began to launch into hyperspace, the reflections of the stars went from dutiful pinpricks to huge bearded comets to crystalline slices, slight differentiation in color, creme and periwinkle and peach and white cascading past in beautiful shooting lines as they went faster faster faster faster FASTER- And then, almost as suddenly as it began, they slowed back to a gentle lull, but the sky was almost entirely changed, Around them was a menagerie of dust, nebulas in every color and then some, stars of all sizes adorning the sky. Sparse enough to still have that sense of coldness, but everything was so much more colorful- it was like stepping into Oz. Little tears gathered in Melvin's eyes- there was no sight like it, and he would never get used to experiencing that glory. He settled in comfortably for the ride, gazing out the window at the breathtaking monuments, strolling through them on his way to his future.

[r3stless-mindz]

Day Nine: The Gift Is Available

Daily Scripture:

Acts chapter 1, verses 4-5

"Once when he was eating with them, he commanded them, "Do not leave Jerusalem until the father sends you the gift he has promised, as I told you before. John baptized with water, but in just a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit."

Read it for yourself if you'd like! (Translation may be slightly different):

https://www.bible.com/bible/59/act.1.4

https://www.bible.com/bible/59/act.1.5

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Quoting devotional:

As a kid, I remember telling my parents how badly I wanted a Super Nintendo- one of the most popular video game consoles of the 1990s. In grade school, it seemed like all my friends already had one. I felt jealous every time I went to a friend's house and played on their console. And when I left, I dreamed of having one of my own one day. Then it happened! On Christmas morning at my grandparents' house in Arkansas, I was so excited about the new thing that came into my life. I couldn't wait for the twelve hour drive to be over so I could play it at home.

Christ is much more important in our life than a Super Nintendo. When he was about to ascend into heaven after his resurrection, his followers were worried. Without him, there would be something missing. In Acts 1:4, Jesus gave them instructions on what to do after he departed. He told his followers to stay in Jerusalem and wait for the gift his father promised. This gift was the Holy Spirit, the advocate, who would never leave them (John 14:16). Jesus assured them that by him leaving and sending this gift to them, their lives would be different. They would have power to accomplish everything that he had prepared them for.

This gift is available to each person who calls on Jesus to be their Savior! The baptism in the Holy Spirit is not a gift to be jealous of when others have it. The Holy Spirit is a gift, and also the Person of God walking with you as you accomplish all that God has for you to do in this life!

The baptism in the Holy Spirit is one of the greatest gifts that God can give. Anyone who follows Jesus can receive this gift. Remember, when we ask God to baptize us in the Holy Spirit, we are not a bother to him. We are simply asking him to give us something that he has already promised to give.

What can I pray for?

Ask God to help you better understand who the Holy Spirit is and why you need the gift of the baptism in the Holy Spirit in your life.

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Have a wonderful day, loves!💙

[sl0wdiver]

Get to know me tag from @heffer-wen - thank u so much for letting me have my Oprah intverview 😍

Tagging @bakingblues @jarrodsbowen @merlinn @drunkenromantic @ruben-dias and @canirove!

1. Do you make your bed? Every damn day I sure as hell do. Cushions and throw and all.

2. Favourite number? Always very fond of 28 as it's my birthday. 147 as well. Not that I believe in angel numbers but I see it everywhere.

3. What's your job? That's a secret but it's corporate and it's boring and I'm planning on leaving in October!!

4. If you could go back to school, would you? Secondary school you couldn't pay me enough to do again. It's taken me the best part of a decade to get over it. Much as I would consider going back to uni, I can't be arsed with exams and coursework. Really enjoy not having to be assessed on things. I love studying though!

5. Can you parallel park? Nine times out of ten, yes. I've also managed to start doing it without stressing to high heaven or swearing!

6. Do you think aliens are real? Positively. However, I think the majority of life in the universe is probably like how our planet has been for the majority of its life - either microbial or unintelligent (by our standards). The chances of us existing at the same time as another intelligent species who are close enough that we could make contact with them is unfortunately very small. I would love to see the day we do receive something from a nearby star. Contact is one of my favourite films ever and I think paints the most realistic picture of what that might look like.

7. Can you drive a manual car? I wouldn't drive anything else.

8. Guilty pleasure? Gonna sound so pretentious here but I've moved on from guilty pleasures. I embrace everything that I love and want to enjoy.

9. Tattoos? None at the moment, and probably never. I'm not averse to them, but I don't have anything that I'd really want to put on my body. Closest I've thought however is getting "Fire, walk with me" somewhere because I fucking love Twin Peaks and I saw someone recently with it on their back.

10. Favourite colour? Tough to pick one, but my favourite shades sit around navy blue, aquamarine and turquoise. Colours of the ocean and especially oceans in the summer.

11. Favourite type of music? Truthfully, I can genuinely get along with anything, and I absolutely love SO much different types of music for all sorts of reasons. Easier to list of the stuff that I can't do, namely Hair/Glam Metal, Southern Rock and stuff that's generically put under 'Classic Rock' (I love SO much music from the 60s and 70s, but 'Classic Rock' is not a genre, it's something invented by the likes of Rolling Stone magazine and people in YouTube comment sections of Beatles songs writing "I was born in the wrong generation" to jerk themselves off to. Get a grip).

The way I see it, if it's compelling to me, I will enjoy it. I have a million playlists on Spotify for every mood I find myself in.

12. Do you like puzzles? Some. Word ones tend to be my favourite, and I used to do sudoku quite a lot. It's not really my thing though.

13. Any phobias? Basophobia. Specifically, having no grip on my feet. I'm also quite claustrophobic.

14. Favourite childhood sport? Much like @heffer-wen who tagged me in this, I was arty and quite averse to sport. I went to an all-boys school which was absolutely febrile for getting us to play football, rugby and cricket. Hated them all, and ironically now love watching the latter two.

I did, however, love cycling, badminton, kayaking and bodyboarding, and still do. Don't do any of them competitively but I make sure to bodyboard at least once a year.

15. Do you talk to yourself? All the fucking time. There are so many scenarios happening in my head. Someone HAS to broadcast them, right?

16. Tea or coffee? For years, neither. Then in uni, tea took over my life. Then, shortly before I came out, iced coffee entered my life like a freight train. Now, I love both. Tea is my regular go-to and coffee is more of a treat, but I like them in pretty much all forms. I'm blessed in Cardiff to have the choice of Portugese or Turkish coffee basically on my doorstep and it's fucking brilliant. Earl Grey and Redbush are favourite tea flavours.

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up? Something in engineering. I was and still am obsessed with planes, trains, cars, bridges, buildings, the like. Turns out I absolutely sucked at studying for the Maths and Physics bits but hey ho, I still enjoy reading about those subjects.

18. What movies do you adore? Where the fuck do I begin. Go read my Letterboxd, it's easier.

As a very, VERY brief overview however, the films I absolutely adore are:

Amadeus

Apocalypse Now

The Incredibles

Call Me By Your Name

Blade Runner

The complete Lord of the Rings trilogy

The complete original Star Wars trilogy (IV and V especially)

Stop Making Sense

The Dark Knight

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Pulp Fiction

Mean Girls

Shrek 2

And SO many more but I'll be here all day listing them out.

[melishade]

After reading Old Helos meet the Happy Family, cant help but wondering. What kinda weight Maria keep to herself ? Is it that she's afraid she might spill the secret accidently so thats why she feel that dreadful feeling ?

Cause of this, now I remember about OP's uncertain feeling about Ymir Oshern marriage ? Is it hte same thing that Maria feel right now ?

Dont worry, we know yo're busy. You can take your time. We'll wait

PS. Can u make another masterlist ? Im so wanna catch up with all the stories that werent included in Masterlist part 3 ?

Thank U :)

Previous Episode of the Peaceful Timeline

NGL. I don't know if I can update that masterlist without breaking my brain. I'll try but with what I have planned, it would take time.

And Maria's weight has nothing to do with Oshern. She adores him. No. This is about who her biological dad is!

Considering how she's grown up, she shouldn't be questioning this. She has a loving mother, and two fathers who love and adore her unconditionally. Now she has a new father, and a half-sister.

Although...there were some awakened feelings with that.

Initially, she grew a little jealous of Rose when she was born simply because she was getting more attention than her. Megatron quickly dispelled the feeling when he proposed his argument surmounting to "Of course she's getting more attention. She's a baby, and babies are absolutely stupid and defenseless." But once Maria had spoken up about it, they made sure to create a schedule for everyone so that Maria got adequate attention from all of her parents.

But then she got older and experienced more conflicting emotions, and she noticed more things...or at least acknowledged them. She had always known that she was the odd and rambunctious child. She didn't have many friends in the village as a result. She was glad that her mom was able to get more friends after her marriage all those years ago. She wondered what happened. She knew that Optimus and Megatron weren't her actual parents. She'd always known that in her gut. She looked nothing like them. But Rose and Oshern looked so much alike, and it was because Oshern was her actual Papa. There was this sense of jealousy that bubbled to the surface, but she always buried it. It didn't matter in the end. It shouldn't matter in the first place.

But then, 14-year-old Maria meets Helos that day, recognizing her mother and crying at the sight of her Papa. She had then heard the story of what happened that day from another perspective. Ymir didn't talk much about her life in the Eldian Empire. It hurt her. It wasn't meant to be discussed. Oshern had heard the stories of the Savior from Heaven defeating the Devil of the Earth. But at the end of the day, Oshern was an outsider perspective. Helos was someone who was the closest to having insider perspective on the Eldian Empire, and on the dreadful, dead, king. Helos had acknowledged the way that he treated Ymir so cruelly, and Maria couldn't help but feel tears well up into her eyes when her mother seemed so relieved that the king had been dead for so long.

But...it started to make her have burning questions in her mind. And it wasn't helped by the fact that Helos had spared a few glances her way but didn't say a word. Maria had a burning question. An aching thought that needed to be quelled. Maria took notes and did the math. The Eldian Empire fell 15 years ago, she was born 14 years ago. Pregnancies take approximately nine months and Ymir had chosen her birthday to be the day that Optimus had saved her. That time between that day and her birthday was approximately nine months. Meaning...meaning her biological father...was someone from the Eldian Empire.

The thought had kept her up at night. Someone that was responsible for hurting so many people, was her father. But...but who was is? Was it good to know? Should she just leave this along? Why should it matter? All of her parents had hurt people expect for Oshern. But they were trying their best to change and be better. She was fully aware of the summarized history between Optimus and Megatron. But...she was so heartbroken when she learned of what they had done and what they had failed to accomplish. To learn that her papas hurt and killed. If...her actual father was a cruel man...what...what would that say about her? Would she be cruel herself? Is that why she was considered different from the kids in the village? That she was unruly and un-lady like? Because she was...

Maria was extremely tired the next morning, but she had questions. She had first gone to Oshern and asked him if he knew anything about Ymir's time in the Eldian Empire. Oshern confesses that he knows only as much as she does. Which was the basic summary of her life before Optimus came into the picture. Maria asks him if Ymir had told her who her actual father was. Oshern says that he doesn't know and has wondered that himself. Maria begs him to help her find the answer, but Oshern reasons that maybe it would be better if Ymir told her at her own time.

It wasn't an answer she was satisfied with and decided to ask Megatron about it during training. She explains her evidence and findings, but she still couldn't pinpoint who it was. Megatron must know right? Optimus or Ymir must've told him. Megatron confesses that Ymir told him personally, but that it wasn't his place to tell Maria. It makes Maria angry. Doesn't she have a right to know? Megatron retorts that this knowledge is already making Maria lose her mind. How was she going to react once she heard the truth? Was it even worth knowing? At the end of the day, did it even matter?

"Yes it does! I don't want to grow up to be a monster!" Maria gasped before quickly covering her mouth.

Megatron has to stop the training entirely before taking Maria to someplace quiet and calming. She liked the dandelions and started weaving them together into a crown. Megatron explains to her that she is not a monster. She's an ambitious, rambunctious, teenager, who loved without a care in the world and loved the nature around her. Maria retorts that she wasn't perfect. She wasn't well behaved and polite like Rose. Megatron retorts that no is perfect, and that Rose is a lot more devious than she lets others think, earning a giggle out of Maria.

But Maria is still despondent. Because she...she wasn't like everyone else. And...if her father came from the Empire who hurt others, and no doubt hurt and...violated her (she had heard enough stories to know)...would that make her turn into someone like him. A monster? And if that were the case, then that means monsters couldn't be loved. She was born out of a product of pain and suffering. Who would love someone like that?

Megatron challenges her, demanding to know if she doubts that Ymir, Optimus, himself, and Oshern don't love her. Maria immediately says no! But she still...Megatron places a hand on her head and tells her that many have looked on him in fear and called him a monster, but she never did. A human looked at him like he could be more. He doubted that anyone that looked at him like that could be considered a monster. She was too kindhearted to even try.

But even so...Maria still wants the truth. She wants an answer. Megatron still questions if it really matters. Maria challenges that she should know the truth. Megatron takes the flower crown from her and places it on her head before offering her a piggyback ride. He promised her that she would get it, but that nothing would, and should not change from hearing the truth.

Ymir and Optimus are working together on growing crops when Megatron returns with Maria on his back. He tells the two of them plainly that she's been asking questions before setting her down. Maria decides to straight up ask who hear biological father is, causing the both of them to seize up. Ymir starts shaking, and Optimus looks over at Megatron for a confirmation. Megatron reminds him that she was going to ask about this one day. Optimus then has to ask Maria to sit down with the two of them, and she complies. Maria hates the feeling growing in her gut, but she asks again. Optimus is still hesitant. He wants to tell her, but it's not his place, it was Ymir's, but she wasn't speaking. She was afraid, but Maria wanted an answer. He opened his mouth to try and ease her into it, but Ymir spoke one word: king.

And it was enough to destroy whatever innocence Maria had left. She was the king's daughter. The man who had brought hell and ruin to so many people, including her mother, was the one who-?! The thought had made her sick, and she quickly contained the bile that was threatening to come out. She was the daughter of someone everyone hated and despised. She was...she...

"So I really am a monster," Maria spoke without thinking.

Optimus was mortified at the words that came out of her mouth. Before he could retort, Ymir practically lunged towards her daughter and grabbed her face, forcing her daughter to look her dead in the eye. Maria was shocked, never imagining such anger on her own mother. Ymir's own fearfulness had disappeared in an instant.

"Ma-!"

"NO!" Ymir bellowed at her. "NO! Understand?! No! No monster!"

"But-!"

"Say it!" She commanded, her voice getting sore, "Say it! Maria!"

"I'm not a monster!" Maria yelled, even though she wasn't sure if she believed it entirely. Maria yelped when Ymir pulled her close and hugged her so tight she was certain she was going to break something.

"Mine..." Ymir declared, "My...baby...my...beloved...mine."

This time, Maria felt tears well up in her eyes before she hugged her mother back.

Optimus asked Megatron to go to Oshern and Rose in the village to get Maria something from the town over, while he and Ymir tended to Maria. Not once did Ymir let Maria go, and Maria couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as her mother practically smothered her while they sat on the couch. It was like her mother wasn't going to let her go until she dispelled the ridiculous thought of being a monster out of her head. Optimus does come over with tea, forcing Ymir to let her go. He sits down next to her and explains how he cared about the two of them so much, and how he did everything in his power to keep the two of them alive, even before Maria was born. He didn't care how long or how much work it took. The fact that Maria came into this world safely made him happy and content. He even explains the day that she was born and how there was so much uncertainty going in because Ymir, Optimus, and Megatron had no idea what they were doing. But when Optimus handed her over to Ymir, he explains that she never saw her father or herself. She had just seen her. Someone with hopes and dreams that would never live a life of pain and torment as long as either of them lived. Maria turned to her mother, and she nodded tearfully in confirmation.

Optimus goes on to explain that she is not defined by her ancestry. She is not evil, and she is not a monster. She was their daughter and someone they could not live without. They did not see her father. They just saw her, and they loved her no matter what. Maria admits that it still hurts to know this. And they know that. They understand that, but their feelings for her will never change regardless of how she feels and they will be by her side. Maria drinks her tea quietly, enjoying the comfort of both Ymir and Optimus, until Megatron kicks open the door with Rose on his shoulders and Oshern rushes in with baked goods that he's spent a good few hours making.

And Maria feels her spirits are lifted, being surrounded by the people she loved and eating sweets. But afterwards, Maria confesses that she doesn't want to be alone right now. Optimus offers for her to rest in his alt mode for the night. Ymir offers to stay with her, not wanting to leave her daughter. Rose says they should do a sleepover! No questions asked! And Oshern immediately goes to grab the blankets. Megatron pats Maria on the head, reassuring her once more that who her biological father was didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

Hours later, all the humans are camping out in Optimus' alt mode, and Ymir is cradling Maria in the backseat, refusing to let her go. Maria can't help but ask if her mom ever hated her, and Ymir hugs her tighter, replying never. She can't help but cry at that. It's still something she has to come to terms with. And at times it still bothers her, but she still has loving parents who were always by her side.

(And another reason why the 'reasons to hate Fritz' list keeps getting longer. Lol.)

[jungle-angel]

#38 from your Cottagecore/Rusticore Prompts with miles, miles and Benny playing in the rain and reader is preparing for the mess when they get in

EEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!! Yes!!!! I have been waiting for this!!!!!!

You still couldn't believe how hot the afternoon was. You and Miles had thought going up to the cabin on little plot of land in Montana would have been heaven with the cool mountain breezes, but the last few days had been hotter than hell.

You watched your husband come right down the stairs in his bare feet, his dark washed jeans and white button down shirt fresh off the clothesline. Poor Benny looked as though he had been roasting most of the morning, his chubby little cheeks pink and his blonde hair clinging to his forehead.

"And how are my boys this morning?" you chuckled.

"Hotter than hell," Miles said, heaving a breath. "I swear I haven't been this overheated since I was overseas."

You kissed his reddening cheeks, feeling the burn against your lips. "Go take an ice cold bath later if it gets really bad," you told him. Worst comes to worse, we can stick Benny in the washtub full of cool water from the lake."

"I think I might go for a walk," Miles said, adjusting one year old Benny on his hip.

You knew what it meant without him having to say anything. Only once before you had left Lake Tahoe, did Miles have a middle-of-the-night episode, not as bad as it had been when you were dating, but still startling depending on how the day would go. Sometimes a walk or two on the trail helped, but nine times out of ten, all Miles really needed was to lay with you and Benny or sit in the porch rocker next to his old man who understood Miles better than most others, having fought his way across Okinawa just twenty years before.

"You gonna be ok?" you asked him.

"Oh I'll be fine sweetheart," Miles assured you. "I just need to get some fresh air, that's all. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with the other thing."

You smiled before he kissed you back, leaving the house with Benny and heading straight out into the hot summer sunshine.

Despite the heat, Miles was in absolute heaven. He couldn't thank George enough for letting him take two full seasons off to spend time with the family. Sure, the hotel had been good business, but ever since the cool tempered Texas oilman had bought the place, things had been unbelievably good.

Miles set Benny down in the grass near the front gate, the two of them wandering barefoot along the path through the garden. A hot breeze rustled the leaves and Miles's hair as Benny ran on his little legs into one of the flower patches.

Miles laughed when Benny came back a minute later with a handful of bright red and yellow Indian Paintbrush, a flower that you had grown up loving and when you and Miles had gotten married, the fiery red-orange flower had made up your bouquet and flower crown.

"Benny, c'mere," Miles told him. "Come see Daddy."

Benny ran right to him and handed him the sweet smelling plant. Miles breathed in the scent of the fiery cluster, the fuzzy stems soft between his fingers. He knew for the rest of his days, that whenever he saw Indian Paintbrushes blooming in the garden, he would think of you.

Miles looked up at the sky, noticing the sliver-black clouds looming in the distance. He could smell the moisture in the air, the pleasant scent cool and fresh but nervous, knowing that the lightning strikes could easily spark a wildfire.

Benny suddenly looked up as a droplet hit his face. He babbled something to Miles, his adorable little baby voice reaching Miles's ears as he pointed his little fingers towards the sky.

"I see Benny," Miles answered. "You feel the rain coming?"

Miles felt a drop hit his face just a second later. The sun was still out, strangely enough, when a rumble of thunder rolled across the hills. Rain suddenly came down in torrents, drawing a laugh from Miles. Benny stamped around in the wet dirt, his screechy little baby laugh making his father laugh even harder.

Miles chased Benny through the garden, their wet feet slapping through the slick grass as Benny zoomed through the wild hedges. "I'm gonna getcha!" Miles called after him. "I'm gonna getcha Benny!"

Benny laughed as he ran on his little legs before Miles caught up to him, scooping him right up into his arms before Miles rolled to the ground, his clothes soaked and clinging to him like sticky cloth. His shirt was drenched, showing through to the skin before he landed back-first into a mud patch.

Benny grabbed a fistful of mud and slapped his little hand right on Miles's forehead, laughing with his father as he climbed out of his father's arms and began crawling and rolling through the mud. The sun seemed to grow brighter as the two of them played in the rain, Benny jumping in the mud and rain puddles, soaking his clothes and his fathers all soaked and covered in patches of mud. Finally, the rain stopped and the heat of the sun was left to dry their faces.

"C'mon Benny boy," Miles said, scooping his son up off the ground. "You're getting a bath."

He didn't know that you had been watching them from the kitchen window the entire time, the smile uncontrollable on your face as you watched your two best boys out in a sun-shower and enjoying the summer.

You hurried to throw down a few old, shitty towels that had been kept in the downstairs cabinet before your husband and son came right through the front door, both of them mud covered messes and dripping wet.

"You two had fun out there?" you laughed.

"Cooled right off," Miles answered. "I think little man's gonna need a bath though."

"Here," you said, lifting Benny right out of Miles's arms. "I've got this one, you go strip off those muddy, wet clothes and then YOU, mister, are getting your bath when he's done."

Miles smiled and blushed a little as your laughter and Benny's babbling trailed right up the stairs. He followed you up, catching up with you about halfway, his arm finding its way around your waist as he pulled you close to him.