#(to understand baby melon’s actions)

[sevenines]

i wish steven universe went more into the watermelon stevens (said no one ever, but hear me out!) i wish they went more into how steven made a whole society and abandoned them, just like the diamonds do, just like rose did. and how it demonstrates that having such immense powers very easily leads to a disregard for life.

[ap-kinda-lit]

Saiyan Squad AU outline (part 2) ⭐️

part 1

Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, and Kakarot form a squad and fight in a war between Frieza and what remains of the Saiyans.

At some point early on, they land on Vampa, where they find Broly.

Broly’s father, Paragus, was banished to Vampa after he was accused of working with Frieza. As further punishment, Broly was sent with him so the two would surely die on the planet together. They managed to survive and Paragus swore revenge. Before the squad arrived, Paragus had presumably abandoned Broly. When Broly meets Raditz, Kakarot, Nappa, and Vegeta, they right away recognize his immense power and take him in.

The Squad travel space and go on mission after mission, trying to find a new planet call home and bring down Frieza’s empire.

As king, Vegeta is the self-declared leader and the angry, arrogant gremlin we all know and love. Since they’ve known him since childhood and practically grew up together, Raditz and Kakarot are pretty casual with him and call him names like “boss” or “Geets”, which annoys Vegeta. He also hates how he turns out to be the shortest among his team of giants. Also, after being forced into being a child king, held hostage, and having his world and people mercilessly slaughtered, Vegeta is (understandably) hell bent on killing Frieza himself. He also strives to rebuilding his kingdom to its former glory and becoming the strongest king there ever was.

Raditz is a sarcastic (not so) little shit and the stressed, tired older sibling of Kakarot. He always picks on his idiot little brother and bemoans about constantly looking after him (but let’s face it he does care about his baby brother). He himself is a hot mess who somehow gets into trouble a lot and loves chaos (when it’s done to someone that’s not him, that is).

Ah, Kakarot…he’s essentially still our beloved goofball himbo. He aspires to being a great warrior and may come off as intimidating due to his strength, gruff appearance, and wild nature at first, but Kakarot is surprisingly friendly, kind-hearted, and not as gung-ho on killing as most Saiyans would be. He’s laid-back, happy-go-lucky, and loves a good time. To him, the whole team is his family and his idea of a mission is exploring like he’s on a fun field trip. Kakarot is weaker than his teammates and his demeanor doesn’t make it any easier, so he’s seen and treated as the runt of the bunch. He makes up for it with his loyalty and hard-work ethic. If he is intimidated or attacked, he will fight. He also doesn’t like being mocked. Kakarot tries to be an ideal Saiyan, scary and tough as nails, but his good nature always somehow comes out.

Nappa is basically the Team Dad. He trains and looks after Vegeta, Raditz, Kakarot, and Broly from young ages (so it’s no wonder he ends up bald as a melon so soon). He’s essentially a more butch version of Ginyu; rough but still very flamboyant. He would exercise to The Village People and kick back and happily watch his boys raze a whole city. As you can guess, he’s not a very responsible parental figure.

Broly is the newest recruit and the wild card. He normally keeps to himself and is very quiet, so when chaos erupts (as it almost always does) he usually just watches or casually plays a small part. He’s just glad to be a part of something. But by no means is he all that harmless. If he’s called into action or when things get hairy, you might want to start running. He’s basically a nuclear bomb crossed with an elephant.

The Saiyans come across Earth by happenstance. Kakarot crash lands there after being chased by Frieza’s men. His pod and scouter are both badly damaged in the wreck, so he explores around while finding a way off the planet or at least contact his squad. Along the way, he finds the four star dragon ball. He doesn’t know what it is but he thinks it’s neat and it reminds him of Planet Sadala. He does also get chased after by Frieza scouts and encounters the Red Ribbon Army (who are attracted by his new souvenir and they steal his totaled pod). With all the havoc going on around him, he of course attracts the attention of the Z Fighters (Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Roshi, and Bulma).

Kakarot does cross paths with the Ox King & Chichi also and an accidental marriage proposal still takes place, but Kakarot doesn’t understand it at first because Saiyans do not practice marriage and are not that familiar with ‘dating’, ‘boyfriends/girlfriends’, ‘husbands/wives’ or weddings (the closest they have is a very small formal ceremony practiced only by Saiyan royalty). When it’s explained to him and Kakarot realizes he’s technically chosen Chichi as his mate, he’s…thrilled. She’s a cute princess who can use a giant fan as a weapon like it’s nothing and she’s a hell of a cook. She’s pretty much his dream girl.

There’s also Vegebul & Launchitz, but I might go into detail in another post.

On a random, fun note, Nappa and Master Roshi strangely become sort of friends. They’re both bald senseis and they love exercise videos (Roshi for perverted reasons, Nappa actually does like them for fun exercise)

[beautifulstarsbeastars]

He doesn’t have the right to call himself a father or say he and Melon are family when he literally says this right before that:

I don’t think it’s fair to call someone evil for abandoning their child but please understand that when I say that, I mean that a person who abandons their child does so (usually) because it was the only way to ensure that child’s future and safety. It may not always be the case but I do not think it’s right to just assume all parents who abandon or leave their kids behind are bad people when they may not have had any other choice.

This is not the case for Melon’s father!

I’m not sure if he knew about the abuse Melon suffered from his mother (probably not) but he had to have known that she had been killed and be like ‘hey, is my son ok?’. He didn’t have to ‘step up’ and be Melon’s guardian but he didn’t even do the bare minimum of just making sure he went to a good home after his mother died.

And if he truly was afraid she’d devour him, why didn’t ’Gary’ feel the same about Melon?? Sure, maybe he didn’t think she’d eat her own son but then why would she name him ‘Melon’ (assuming that that was actually how she described Gary’s ‘taste’-if she had in fact bitten him or something)?!

I do not consider Gary evil because he abandoned Melon.

I think he’s evil because his lack of action after leaving his leopard girlfriend shows how little he cared about his son and he likely did not care about Melon’s safety (like if he lived, died, was abused, devoured, homeless or so on).

So when he calls himself Melon’s ‘father’, after abandoning him as a baby and never contacting him despite his mother dying (in a supposed break in no less) when he was still a child and only now showing up when he learns Melon is fighting a Turf War in the Black Market, you bet that I’m rolling my eyes and laughing at him!

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

I'm always going to love the fact that Lan Xichen is the og number 1 wangxian shipper. This man took a look at his baby brother and wwx during the studies at cloud recesses and did everything within his control to get them closer together. AND EVEN 13 YEARS LATER my man is still giving the right push here and there and oh God I love Lan Xichen so much.

I am sorry anon, but I can't say I really think this was the case.

I think at one point Lan Xichen encouraged a friendship when Wei Wuxian had been at Cloud Recesses. But after this it seemed to be out of mind once Wei Wuxian had left despite his encouragement come the summer, when Lan Xichen is confused about Lan Wangji's Lotus pods and fried melon rinds. He cannot encourage something that he had little connection or knowledge to.

I do think he at one point thought Lan Wangji was tolerant of Wei Wuxian, but nothing obviously more as he didn't understand WHO Lan Wangji spoke of wanting to protect and bring to Cloud Recesses. He is just as shocked as all others in their clan that Lan Wangji protects Wei Wuxian, who even Lan Xichen believed to be degraded and intentionally cruel to Lan Wangji, and continued to blame for Lan Wangji's actions he saw as manipulated once he realized what Lan Wangji's actual feelings towards Wei Wuxian were.

The only time he can potentially be seen as supportive is when he think Wei Wuxian is "Mo Xuanyu" and Lan Wangji has actually taken someone along with finally since it WAS unusual for Lan Wangji to have interest with anyone since it's been years after Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji having an interest in another. When he realizes WHO it is, he's not all that thrilled and once more defaults to "That was actually Wei Wuxian leading Lan Wangji's feelings again". Hence the speech at the Guanyin Temple where he mistakenly berates Wei Wuxian out of overprotectiveness.

I do love Lan Xichen, but he was definitely not an initial supporter for a romance as he thought it to be one-sided and taking advantage.

[abbynx]

0 to 100 real quick

La Squadra reacting to a usually silent, patient teammate snapping and going off

Genre: Platonic, just the bois being bros, definitely a self-projection, comfort

Warning: Cursing, mentions of breakup and manipulation 

Your phone rang for the umpteenth time, the stubborn caller failing to realise how many times you've wordlessly made it clear you want nothing to do with him. All you ask of him was to finally leave you alone and yet he continues to persistently pest you. Your will power proved itself mighty to be tolerating his nineteenth call in five minutes.

It was your ex being a stubborn son of a bitch who has a lot of time in his hands, constantly asking you to pick up the phone and let him 'smooth out and explain' his recent relationship with his 'friends' behind your back. You were nowhere near stupid, nor gullible after joining the mob. despite your outward appearance as an innocent, average civilian you've hardened over time with the help of your career and turning your feelings off was no longer a challenge. Over time it simply became a light switch.

After his recent actions came to light, you bear to hesitation to break it off. For a moment you felt guilty when he gave his explanation to why he started seeing other people without you knowing; of course you knew what you were getting into when you signed your soul away to the devil to work in this line of career, you were constantly faced with death and lacked the time to spend time with him. He had no knowledge about what you do for a living, but you knew how to make it clear you were never going to be a simple one-call-away. But over time you've finally gained some self-worth and self-preservation to see through his guilt tripping, before you dropped his ass.

Now you were here, rejecting his calls before pocketing it back in your pants before resuming the movie night. Even putting the phone on silent it continued to bother everyone around you as you continued to nonchalantly press the reject call button.

How can you be this patient, the rest of the team questions but the answer lay before them. Risotto hired the timid assassin with potential for their unwavering patience and swift wits to wiggle them selves out of severe situations, something the time could use to be honest especially when you have a ticking time bomb with no timer and goes off at random. Perhaps the question would be simply answered with a short and simple one: "It's just Y/N being Y/N."

With the pestering phone calls bothering you for the past few days, your team can't help to be annoyed on your behalf and would like to chuck your phone into the deepest trench of the ocean and buy you a new one.

Much to everyone's chagrin, they watch you pick your phone up, however, what you did next was new and unexpected. Instead of rejecting the call, you finally picked up. Most of the time you'd politely greet, but today was certainly different. As soon as you picked up the phone, you wasted no breathe to speak and cut to the chase. All eyes turned to you, some were concerned, curious, shocked, or proud.

"Can you quit blowing up my phone, dude? Twenty FUCKING calls every second is getting tiresome. If you're calling me to 'explain' to me how you're not meeting your hookups then fuck off and get lost! what? Do you miss your personal ego booster? Well then fuck you, go try and choke on your own dick! Do you fucking think I'll believe your half-assed bullshit lies and pathetic fucking cries and bitching will win me over? You must be so fucking DELUSIONAL to be thinking you're worth the effort! What? Are you sad that I’m not a passable doll you can manipulate and mold to your liking? Is that it, you crazy son of a bitch? Can't you fucking get a clue that I'm over it? Huh? I couldn't care less about the new lies you've come up with to try and win me over, I'm done! Finished! Tapos! Ho finito! He terminado! Я задолбался! WHAT OTHER LANGUAGES DO I NEED TO SPEAK TO GET IT THROUGH THAT THICK FUCKING NOGGIN OF YOUR’S? CALL ME AGAIN AND I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS CONSIDERED MIGHTY THAT YOU WON’T HAVE ANY TEETH LEFT, DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND YOU FUCKING CHEATER? DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND? Good."

As soon as you finished the call, you calmly set it down with a sigh of relief. Peace at last. You adjusted yourself comfortably on your seat, wanting to watch the movie on display, when you felt you've made yourself quite the spectacle.

“What?”

Formaggio

- “Woooh, they went off!” His initial response was to high-five you for some reason but you accepted, nevertheless. 

- Very shocked and yet enthusiastic at how you handles yourself at the face of a situation like this. Not to mention, the build up! From you trying to tolerate the caller for the past few minutes, before picking up the call and gave them an ass whipping to remember for the rest of his life! 

- He would feel sorry for the person of the other side of the line if it weren’t for the fact he cheated on you, so good for him to be told off.

Illuso 

- “Heh, about time you told him off.”

- Silently supportive at how you handled yourself at the face of a situation like this and admires you for it. It was very entertaining while it lasted, now he just wants to go back to watching the movie. 

- Along that, he was shock that this hidden side of yours came put of nowhere and came out strong, which he thinks is pretty fucking rad. He now thinks back at the times where he gave you backhanded comments and how you managed to keep yourself cool under it... He now reminds himself not to get on your bad side, ever. 

Proscuitto 

- “.... Thank fuck you’re done, I was starting to think about throwing your phone out.”

- Extremely flabbergasted, as he has never heard you speak fluent in profanities, nor raise your voice at the duration of your stay in La Squadra. and addition to that, the fact you leaned on your seat and calmed yourself immediately as if nothing happened. 

- Nevertheless, he feels proud at you for standing up to yourself and standing your ground. You have always been the timid one entering the world of crime and he overlooked your development within this new and risky life style. Looks like his mentoring worked wonders on you and he feels proud of himself. 

Pesci 

- “......” 

- He was too shaken up to speak, he has never heard you be this angry and frustrated before as you’ve always kept calm in every situation and he admires you for that. 

- He is shaken up, sure but it doesn’t really change how he views you. You were still the patient person he has ever met-- he just happen to witness you lose your cool once but he’s sure that this won’t define you. 

Melone 

- “Good for you for getting rid of that guy.” 

- He’s just relieved that you’re finally done with the guy who has been giving Melone weird vibes the moment you told him about your then boyfriend. A few alarm bells rang in his head as you detailed how he acts around you and despite being happy for you back then, Melone was extremely vocal about his concerns. Looking back at it, he feels that his ‘paranoia’ wasn’t far off.

- He isn’t really shock, he’s just happy that you’re standing your ground and establishing yourself as a person who don’t need no one to use as a co-dependent crutch. After being around Ghiaccio, he really isn’t that phased anymore.

Ghiaccio

- “Fucking finally!”

- Similar to Melone, he’s just relieved your done with the phone calls and clingy boyfriend who is a walking-talking red flag. He hated how you didn’t have time back then to hang out with your other teammates just to spend time with your boyfriend to make up lost times, that often lasts until midnight and Ghiaccio can still hear you talking to your phone. 

- Ghiaccio cares about you despite his distant veneer, and wants the best for the people he cares about. So he was happy that you finally broke your relationship of with a guy who doesn’t deserve you. Also, he’s starting to think that your choice of vocabulary all came from him and is unsure whether he should feel proud or not. 

Risotto

- “Oh... Okay, good for you.”

- He blurted the first thing in mind, because he was just so shock at how you responded. He hired you for being so patient and calm at all times and now looking back, he doesn’t really see himself thinking that one day you’ll be going off without stopping to breathe and stutter. 

- Don’t get him wrong, he actually thinks it’s awesome that you stood up for yourself like that, but just give him time to reel back to reality. He just never thought you’d explode that hard. 

Gelato and Sorbet

- “See Sorbet? I told you they’d snap eventually!” 

- The couple was immensely entertained at your empowering speech being quite the ego breaker and worse-fate-than-death threat. They adore it whenever they see a usually timid newcomer becoming unafraid to stand their ground and tell their oppressors off, it honestly feels like a proud parent thing for them to see their baby kid all grown up and kicking people in the guts with their words. 

- If you would want a rebound, they won’t hesitate to set someone up with you who is far better than your dog-faced ex because they know that people are barely worthy for you 

[allnewalldifferentwildspider]

Zuko & Katara's Relationship Dynamic

This is like the third or fourth time I've tried to write up this post so please bare with me.

Oh wow. That video. Hopefully everyone has seen it now. Not only did it articulate arguments I've been making for years, but it also brought up ideas I had never thought of or noticed before. Watching that and watching the second half of Book 3 again (because it's my favorite) made me want to redo my zutara dynamic post.

I'm going to be using the tiny bits and pieces the show gave us to see how Zuko and Katara's relationship looks and how it would look if they gave us more because...Bryke really fucking hated zutara. I mean, I guess they did.

Katara is compassionate; Zuko is empathetic

A lot of anti-zutara arguments have said that Zuko and Katara could never be together because they would constantly fight and hate each other and it end sooner than later. Not only does this actually describe maiko, but that argument would need to ignore the characters' actual character.

One of Katara's biggest character traits is how compassionate she is. She has a drive to help others and ease their pain. Whether it's getting Aang out of the iceberg or healing a Fire Nation fishing village, Katara will go out of her way to help someone in need.

Katara: No. I will never ever turn my back on people who need me.

Zuko is very emotional and passionate person. As much as he tried to hide it to appease his father, Zuko does want to open up and connect with people. Unfortunately, aside from his uncle, most of the other people he knows are like Zhao and Azula. Not the most understanding of crowds. But because of this he can pick up what people are really thinking and feeling. Think of it as a defense mechanism he developed growing up around people like Azula.

Get these two kinds of people together and you get the crystal catacombs scene. Katara lashes out at Zuko until she breaks down. When she does Zuko opens up with empathy since they have something in common. This creates the beginning of an understanding between the two. Zuko uses that to finally open up to someone who isn't his uncle and Katara listens and reaches out to help. Contrast to the first episode of Book 3 when Zuko tries to voice his thoughts and concerns to Mai and she...doesn't really care.

Something similar happens during The Southern Raiders. Zuko figures out that Katara is taking out her anger of being separated from her father by The Fire Nation onto him and even connecting her mother's death to him.

It's not the first time Zuko has done this either. He easily figured out that Sokka was planning on going to The Boiling Rock. He does it again during Sozin's Comet when he tells Katara that Aang needs to figure out what to do about Ozai by himself.

There's a noticeable pattern of behavior by the time Sozin's Comet arrives. Zuko voices his concerns about meeting his uncle again and Katara is right there to help him through it.

Zuko's empathy combined with Katara's compassion creates almost a cycle of understanding and emotional vulnerability that the two can't really get with anyone else. One notices the other having concerns or problems and goes to give comfort by words or by actions.

Zuko still has a temper but so does Katara

Even after Zuko's fever dream character change thing, even after The Day of Black Sun, he still has it in him to yell at anyone who commits even the slightest transgressions against him:

Aang: That one felt kinda hot. Zuko: Don't patronize me. You know what it's supposed to look like. Aang: Sorry, sifu hotman. Zuko: And stop calling me that!

Sokka: So all we have to do is make Zuko angry. Easy enough. *pokes him with his sword* *annoying laugh* Zuko: All right! Cut it out!

Maybe it's the firebender in him or maybe he really is just like that. Basically if you annoy him, he'll let you know. What people sometimes overlook is that while it takes Katara a bit longer, she also gets worked up when people upset her.

Toph: What's the matter? Can't handle some dirt, Madame Fussy Britches? Katara: Oh, sorry, did I splash you, mud slug?

And remember, it was Katara getting angry at Sokka that even broke the iceberg that revealed Aang.

Katara: Ugh, I'm embarrassed to be related to you! Ever since Mom died I've been doing all the work around camp while you've been off playing soldier! Sokka: Uh... Katara? Katara: I even wash all the clothes! Have you ever smelled your dirty socks? Let me tell you, NOT PLEASANT! Sokka: Katara! Settle down! Katara: No, that's it. I'm done helping you. From now on, you're on your own!

The point is that it is both Zuko and Katara that are very passionate and emotional people. One of them isn't emotionally dominating the other because they both wear their emotions on their sleeves.

This also comes in to play when they set goals for themselves. When Zuko sets a goal, he puts everything into it. Katara is the same way. The difference is that Zuko's drive sometimes gives him a one-track mind while Katara is more flexible. Like for example Zuko being so focused on finding Aang before Sozin's Comet that he ignores Toph's story about her childhood versus Katara wanting to go to the North Pole but taking time to stop and help whoever they come across.

This passion also fuels their values and how strongly they stand by their beliefs. I already put The Painted Lady quote up above but Zuko's morality is what is making him so angry at himself during The Beach. He knows what he did was wrong, but he couldn't face it yet.

Sometimes their emotions get the better of them, but it's only because they are passionate about what they're doing.

Their natural teamwork is amazing

I can't provide a lot of clues in this bit because it's more of a visual thing. Just consider how flawlessly their plans worked during their attack on The Southern Raiders. Especially when you consider that it was a stealth mission so they barely even said anything to each other during and it still went incredibly well.

You could see it again during their mock battle with The Melon Lord. Sokka must have noticed because he paired them together to deliver some "liquidy-hot offence." And they pulled it off, again, without having to say anything.

They've only been a team for a few weeks(?), days(?) but they act as if they've been doing it for years.

They trust each other's judgment

Piggybacking of the previous point, Zuko and Katara have only been a team for a while but there seems to be a level of understanding in terms of judgement. They both know that whatever the other chooses is going to be a well-thought out decision. Maybe it's because they see each other as the mature members of the group even though Sokka is the same age as Zuko? I don't know.

Aang disappears right before they embark on their fight against the Fire Lord, and out of nowhere, Katara puts Zuko in charge.

Zuko: Get out of the bison's mouth, Sokka. We have a real problem here. Aang is nowhere to be found and the comet is only two days away. Katara: What should we do Zuko? Zuko: I don't know. Why are you all looking at me? Katara: Well, you are kind of the expert on tracking Aang.

and that wasn't the first time in that episode that she went along with one of Zuko's decisions

Katara: Aang, don't walk away from this. *She begins to walk towards him as a hand touches her shoulder to stop her from doing so.* Zuko: Let him go. He needs time to sort it out by himself.

As a lot of people have pointed out during the entirety of The Southern Raiders, Zuko never gives a suggestion on what he thinks Katara should do. Aside from making it a stealth mission, he follows her lead the entire way.

Katara teases Zuko (and he lets her)

The fun one. This one has two parts: pre and post The Southern Raiders.

Before The Southern Raiders, Katara was tolerating Zuko. She was still angry with him about the betrayal at Ba Sing Se. Getting little jabs at him was the only thing that was really helping her from loosing her cool around him.

Katara: I'm sorry. I'm just laughing at the irony. You know... how it would have been nice for us if you lost your firebending a long time ago? Zuko: Well it's not lost. It's just weaker for some reason. Katara: Maybe you're just not as good as you think you are. Toph: Ouch.

He just finished yelling at Aang and Sokka but all he does is glare at Katara. She does it again, but to be fair, he kind of set himself up for it.

Zuko: It's a sacred form that happens to be thousands of years old! Katara: Oh yeah? What's your little form called? Zuko: ...The Dancing Dragon.

Then comes post The Southern Raiders and...yeah, she's still picking on him and he still lets her. Granted it's a lot more playful this time around.

Zuko: They make me totally stiff and humorless. Katara: Actually, I think that actor's pretty spot on. Zuko: How could you say that? Actor Uncle: Let's forget about the Avatar and get massages. Actor Zuko: How could you say that?! (Cut back to Katara wearing a satisfied grin on her face and she looks to an expressionless Zuko as he slouches in his seat.)

I love pointing it out every time. She teases him and he does nothing about it.

Katara: Er, no. I was looking for cooking pots in the attic and I found this. Look at baby Zuko! Isn't he cute? Oh lighten up, I was just teasing.

And she admits it!

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So what can we take away from this? From what little time they were given together (thanks, Bryke) it seems that Zuko and Katara really understand each other on an intimate emotional level. They can sense when the other is distressed and offer comfort. They're both passionate in and out of combat, for better or for worse. They're comfortable with each other as if they've known each other for years even though it's such a short time. Katara also likes to add a little bit of playfulness in there with Zuko letting her have her fun, again, showing how comfortable they are with each other.

I do think their relationship could have gone to romantic sooner than later if you would have given it a bit more time. Like first half of a hypothetical Book 4.

To me, at least.

[industriallyinsecure]

Wanna write about yandere la squadra having their first kiss with their darling? Would it happen before captivity or after? Would they force it or want it to be of their darlings own "free" will/initiated by darling?

Oooooh!! I really liked this one ;)

TW: non con touching and kissing

Formaggio is very touchy feely to you already. Not to the extent of Melone’s constant need to be touching you, but still pretty bad. He likes to have an arm around your shoulders or waist so he can hug you close when he gets jealous. He doesn’t care if you don’t want him, just that he gets what he wants. Probably forced a kiss on you if he gets jealous (aka Illuso makes a smartass comment). If you struggle you’re shrunken and placed in the palm of his hand where he can love all over you and kiss your little face.

Illuso already believes he’s god’s gift to mankind, so be prepared to have kisses forced on you while you stay with him. With Illuso, it’s almost instant captivity. He first thinks it’s a stand that has made him so infatuated with you, but when he discovers that’s not the case, well, he can’t exactly have you running around screaming Bloody Mary (bc he lives in a mirror (; ). He’s a bit stunned that you don’t think he’s gorgeous and keep denying attraction, though. Ultimately kisses you to stop your screaming, but he gets a bit too into it.

Pesci is a hopeless romantic at heart. He’s seen too many rom coms which have given him a warped view of how love is supposed to work, but he really, really wants the kiss to be reciprocated. Prosciutto says that he needs to just make his move already, but things like this take time, don’t they? When he finally did work up the courage to tell you, he ended up bottling it and just went straight for the kiss instead. If you like it? Great! His infatuation is fueled more and he’s very giddy about it. You don’t (because you never should let someone force themselves on you and don’t need to be kind to them if they do)? Oh dear, that’s a problem. He either gaslights, gatekeeps, and (girl)bosses you into feeling bad, or freaks out and knocks you out on accident. Either way he’s happy to be spending more time with you!!

Prosciutto doesn’t force you into anything. His love language is in little gestures, not in physical actions. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to hold you close and brush his nose against yours and look deep into your eyes. It’s the closest to a kiss you’ll get from him unless you do it yourself. At a certain point he might get fed up and bring you into a hot, steamy make out session after a particularly difficult day away from you. Composes himself and apologizes if you didn’t like it. If you do, be prepared to be yanked by your collar into kisses more often. Prosciutto likes to pretend he’s composed, but really he’s just as depraved as the others

Melone makes things move very quickly in the relationship, so don’t expect to not be receiving every type of kiss besides on the lips. While he understands things might be moving too fast and he is insatiable (aka horny), he still wants to wait for the perfect moment for your first kiss. Absolutely freaks out if you kiss him first, but in a good way(?).But otherwise, he wants it to be special. Maybe after a very romantic date where you spent time staring into each other’s eyes and left the food to cool. Once the first kiss happens, expect to be pestered all the time about kisses, but mostly having them stolen from you.

Ghiaccio Oh dear. Poor ice rat. Poor sweet baby. He really doesn’t know what to do. One thing led to another and now you’re stuck inside his apartment, door frozen over. Things had gotten too heated between you two. Butting heads all the time really does a number on someone who is so utterly and completely in love. Especially when said person doesn’t know how to cope with feelings besides pride, anger, and superiority. Probably the most sensitive you’ll ever see him. He’s wearing a hole into the floor as he anxiously paces and picks at his nails. You almost feel bad, but when you stood to comfort him, he squawked at you. When you swallowed what little pride you had left and smacked your lips over his, it was a little bit underwhelming. He sort of…stood there. His face was tightened up and there was no movement on his end. Overall a very uncomfortable experience that you both chose to forget about.

Risotto definitely wants it to be on your terms, either in or out of captivity. He’s already very intimidating and almost overbearing, so he knows why you shy away when he gets close. Once you give him that first kiss, be it on the lips or just the tip of his nose, it’s all over. You’ve opened the gates for this emotionally starved Scicilian devil to devour you whole. Meaning he’ll pepper your face in little tiny kisses or kiss your forehead, not that he’ll start making out with you at a moment's notice. While his kisses seem platonic, it’s just his way of coping with the fact he has a very big weakness, you.

Gelato is the first one to initiate a kiss. With Sorbet’s intimidating stare boring into you, it’s not like you were in a position to refuse. Before, they’d sandwich you on either side and kiss you on the cheeks. Gelato had always been the more enthusiastic one in the relationship, so it made sense for him to be the one who was bold enough to kiss you first. Either that, or Sorbet just had no interest. He was very hard to read. If you pull away or hit him, you’re immediately put in a chokehold, Sorbet’s arm crushing your windpipe as Gelato cupped your face and spat insults at you for misbehaving.

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Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Pajama Blogs Ep.1 - Timestamp 1:01:06 (x)

Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.

[kirieshhhka003]

hiii, i love your writing!! i was wondering if you could do headcanons for La Squadra with an S/O who is clingy, thank you💕

Thank you for your request, my lovely anon💚

La Squadra x clingy S/o

Risotto Nero

Risotto is... confused? He really doesn’t know how to react on S/o’s actions. Yea, he loves giving love and receiving it back, but he wasn’t ready for this amount of affection. At the beginning Nero was even slightly frightened by it, he’s never met anyone this needy before, but he can’t deny that his heart goes “uwu” every time S/o look at him so desperately, requiring his attention

As time goes albino starts to get used to S/o’s clinginess and grows to love it. But only in private. He’s a capo after all, and he needs to keep an image of cool and merciless mafioso

Prosciutto

Prosciutto loves it and he doesn’t hide it at all. The fact that S/o are all clingy and needy of him really strokes his ego. He enjoys having some power and control over his beloved and if his attention is a right way of doing so, he’ll definitely use it

Blonde is very into PDA and he gladly gives S/o as much love and affection as they want and he doesn’t care about people around and especially their opinion. Prosciutto is ready for everything just to please his precious S/o

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio acts like it pisses him off but deep inside he loves to see S/o being that needy and craving for him and his attention. Like Prosciutto, it really strokes his ego, he likes this feeling of being loved

Every day off he spend with S/o and no one else, Ghiaccio devotes his whole self to his beloved and the only thing that can interrupt those two is Risotto’s call (what never happens). He’s up for every activity, but his favorite ones are walking around the Naples or just staying at home and watching TV together

Melone

Melone is so excited! He’s usually the one who is needy and clingy, and if S/o are also clingy - it means that he’ll definitely get his portion of attention and love. Those two are glued to each other’s side, not letting go

Everyone in La Squadra hates those two, they don’t even try to hide their feelings and use every opportunity to express them in any possible way. Everybody knows about details of Melone’s and S/o’s relationships, but if they might care

Formaggio

Formaggio doesn’t even notice that S/o is being clingy. Yes, they love affection and attention, but what’s wrong with that? It doesn’t bother him at all, moreover, he likes spending time with his boo, so if someone points it out Formaggio really doesn’t understand what this person even talks about

They always keep in touch with each other, Formaggio regularly sends S/o messages or calls them, telling about what happened to him or just random things that came to his mind. So, in some kind he’s also clingy and sometimes even clingier than S/o are

Illuso

Illuso is the type of boyfriend who is always unpleased and irritated by everything, so S/o’s clinginess often annoys him. But he loves physical affection when in private, but he’s a narcissist and likes receiving attention more than giving it

His favorite activities are shopping and cooking together. He’s a disaster in the kitchen so he prefers to watch S/o cooking and just talking with them and helping to peel or chop some veggies or fruits. But he still tries though

Pesci

Pesci is so embarrassed by it, why would S/o want this amount of his attention? Yes, he loves them and spending time with them is always fun, but he’s not ready to give them all his spare time, he needs some time to get used to it

Formaggio and Illuso often joke about it, at the end of working day they always say something like “Oh, our baby boy goes to his own babe?” or “Oh, kids grow so fast” It really makes him shy but yes, he is big boy now and he goes to his babe now

Sorbet and Gelato

It really entertains them, but both men definitely love it. I mean, we all saw them sitting literally on each other, so PDA is exactly what they both need and love

Gelato is way more softer than Sorbet and he gladly showers S/o in love and affection, and he loves receiving it back. Sorbet is harsher than his husband, so instead of giving S/o what they want, he mocks them for being “such a slutty little thing”. Brunette enjoys watching Gelato and S/o together, shovering each other with affection

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[costellos]

I loved the hcds of the bucci gang realizing that they are in love, how is it with the squadra?

YEEEESSS thank you for this suggestion, friend! delicious. finally some good food. I only focused on Risotto, Prosciutto, Melone, and Ghiaccio for this one. it doesn’t seem like there’s much of an audience for Illuso, Formaggio, and Pesci, anyway.

Bucci gang ver. here!

❥ ┋ ❝ la squadra realizing that they’re in love!

risotto nero.

Risotto realizes he’s in love when you prove him wrong.

he’s a man on a mission. as a world-renowned assassin, Risotto knows exactly what needs to be done and how to do it. there is no room for hesitation in this line of work. that’s why he was so surprised when you were placed in his team.

you’re capable, he’ll admit that much. but during his assignments with you, he’s quick to notice those brief moments of apprehension. there might be a glint in the target’s eye, that sign that they’re not ready to die yet. even though he tells you to ignore it, you still hesitate. he concludes that you’re not ready for this.

it happens while following an assignment from the Boss. Sorbet and Gelato still haven’t turned up. despite his team being nothing but obedient (even with their suspicions of the couple’s fate), Risotto doesn’t like the way this mission is carrying out.

chatter fills the streets of Naples. streetlamps are ignited, signing a near-end of the day. there isn’t anything off about this night, not technically. it still doesn’t feel right. Risotto keeps his guard up as he turns with you into an alleyway. you’re supposed to retrieve a yellow envelope from the Boss here.

you catch it before he does. the mission is a set up, with the Boss sending men to dispose of Risotto, as his death would shamble La Squadra. yet before the Boss’s henchmen can do anything, you swipe at their legs, incapacitating them.

there weren’t any giveaways that these men were working for the Boss. yet when you both approach them, they admit they were paid a hefty sum to carry out the assignment. that’s when he sees it: the Aegis tattoos on their wrists.

like always, you hesitate when getting rid of them. thankfully, the job is done and you’re both safe. at least for now.

“you caught their tattoos,” he notes.

you admit that you did. it’s a sign of loyalty that all of the Boss’s higher profile cronies bear. a divine shield, the tool that Zeus himself used to strike fear into the hearts of men. Risotto is shocked that you caught the marks so fast.

you always hesitate during missions. he’s well-aware of that. but while he initially saw it as a weakness, there’s more to you than he anticipated. your ability to analyze the situation, to catch details that even he would miss. it’s... curious. yet intoxicating nonetheless. ↳ “good work.” his hand is on your shoulder, an action that you’ve become familiar with during your assignments with him. this feels different somehow, though. warmer. “but don’t assume that this is the end of it. tonight proves that we need to be more aware.” aware of everything now, he notes. your surroundings, the people you talk to, and as Risotto spends more time with you, his own feelings.

prosciutto.

Prosciutto realizes he’s in love when he sees your efficiency.

he doesn’t like dwelling on things. feelings, main points, and certainly not missions. Prosciutto makes his best effort to complete his assignments as quickly as he can. that doesn’t mean he cuts corners, though. he’s very good at his job.

that said, he gets quite frustrated watching Formaggio and Melone carry out their assignments. they always leave a trace of themselves behind, and in the case of the former, he often has to deal with several needless causalities. going over their paperwork is always such a headache.

then he’s partnered with you. despite your three months on the squad, this is the first mission Risotto has had you collaborate on. not that Prosciutto minds. like all other things, he doesn’t think much of it. he’s seen enough reports of your own fighting style to know that you’re skilled.

it didn’t come so apparent until you landed on-site. the Forum of Augustus, ruins left by Augustus himself honoring the Roman god, Mars. although Prosciutto had visited Rome countless times (sometimes for formal work, sometimes out of pleasure), this is his first time stepping foot in the forum.

you’re supposed to dispose of a small but rival gang. Prosciutto makes diligent work of aging them. but there’s one kid who’s stubborn, using her explosive stand to send shock waves throughout the site.

he sighs. this might be more work than he had anticipated. no wonder Risotto sent two people for this assignment.

but before he can think of his next move, Prosciutto finds the girl at his feet. he scowls. then he looks at you. you’re breathing heavily with your arm still raised, a sign that you had used your elbow to knock her out. he’s not sure how you did it but you did, and now this mission is over before it began.

“nicely done,” he tells you. the forum doesn’t look terribly damaged. there are some collapsed columns and chipped statues, but nothing worth fretting about. so he starts using Grateful Dead to disintegrate the bodies to nothing more than dust. that’s when you start beating yourself up, something about how you could’ve done better. Prosciutto turns to you.

you wanted to cause less damage. the Forum of Augustus is a national landmark; just because it was used as a meeting grounds for some lowlifes doesn’t mean that it should be destroyed. likewise, you wanted to make Prosciutto’s job easier. you had heard that he’s a stickler for inefficient work, and this being your first mission together, you didn’t want to be a nuisance.

Prosciutto blinks. you went that far for some thousand-year-old cement? for him? he’s so used to his colleagues brushing him off (save for Pesci, bless him). being considered for once feels... nice. so he puts his hand on the small of your back, shaking his head at your grievances. ↳ “to be honest, you far exceeded what the others would have done.” Prosciutto comes off as a cold man, but he’s actually quite comfortable giving praise as he sees fit. it certainly applied here. “don’t dwell on it. let’s just finish the job.” and it was true: you did great work, exceeding beyond his own expectations. how else will you surprise him?

melone.

Melone realizes he’s in love when you go out of your way to protect his stand.

yes, he can make a new junior at any time. this one, though... di molto! it’s absolute perfection! the ideal combination of nature and nurture, this junior is sure to put up a beautiful fight. Melone is brimming with excitement.

he first thought it was a mistake. your using your stand to protect his, defending it from an onslaught of punches from your target. “I can’t tell if they did it on purpose or not,” the junior reports to him. Melone simply waves his hand in the air, telling it not to worry. it can trust you protect it. he only says that to reassure the junior, however. while his other colleagues had protected it in the past, they never went out of the way to do so. Melone thinks nothing of it.

even still, he’s puzzled. he knows he can make a new junior at anytime. you know this too. 

ugh. whatever. he won’t think too much about it.

but then it happens again. this time, your stand swoops the junior into its arms, saving it from a falling lamppost. when Melone hears word that you defended his stand — for sure now — he’s not sure how to react. so he leans back in his seat, hand stroking his chin.

he’s become so accustomed to Formaggio mocking Baby Face. not like that idiot would understand, anyway; Melone’s gotten used to it. he knows what Baby Face is capable of. his colleagues do too. and certainly you.

that’s why he can’t wrap his head around why you would do it. it’s the first thing he asks you when you return back to the squad’s hideout.

because I knew how proud you were of this one, you respond. you make it sound so casual, with your bright smile and shrug of the shoulders. Melone simply looks back at you, eyebrows scrunched. even Risotto would let the junior perish if it meant completing the mission. you obviously went beyond simply defending it. at that point, it’s just risky for everyone.

despite that... he can’t stop thinking about it. your prioritizing his happiness over the mission might have been foolish, but he still appreciates it. how you smiled when you told him, how you made it sound like the easiest task in the world. Melone suddenly finds himself wanting more missions with you. so he approaches you as you’re leaving for your next assignment, frame overlooking you, expression amused: ↳ “heading out now? di molto! let me have Baby Face assist you!” he’s so obvious about wanting to spend more time with you but he doesn’t care. someone who entertains his silly, little pleasures is something worth keeping an eye on. “no, no, I insist. please, it’s nothing worth fretting about.” maybe one day, you’ll have eyes for him too.

ghiaccio.

Ghiaccio realizes he’s in love when you indulge his rant.

although he can remain level-headed during a mission (to a certain degree), there are many things that makes Ghiaccio tick during moments of peace. his most obvious grievance being inconsistencies in diction and proverbs.

everyone is familiar with the Venezia rant. that said, most had become familiar with what makes him annoyed. and unfortunately, most do it on purpose.

it happens while planning for the next group assignment. it’ll take place at Teatro di San Carlo, a historic opera house next to the Piazza del Plebiscito. Prosciutto is running over the details when he says it: foyer. not as foi-yur, however. foi-yeh. and Ghiaccio loses it.

he goes off on a tangent, explaining that the word stems from old French and it doesn’t make any sense for it to be pronounced like that. he’s slamming his fist on the table, voice raised as he makes his point. Prosciutto and Pesci are looking at him blankly. Formaggio and Melone are stifling a laugh. Risotto and Illuso let out a sigh and turn to each other. with a nod from Illuso, Risotto holds up his hand, asking that Ghiaccio save this for a different day.

despite his obvious displeasure (crossed arms and a soft click of the tongue, typical of him), Ghiaccio quells his argument. Risotto gives Prosciutto the okay to continue.

so he does. but this time, he makes it a point to continue using ‘foi-yeh.’ he emphasizes it every time he uses it, his azure irises flickering toward Ghiaccio with every use. he’s enjoying this. Ghiaccio clearly isn’t.

at the end, Prosciutto asks if there are any questions. you raise your hand. to be honest, Ghiaccio isn’t paying attention to most of what you’re saying. that is, until he hears you use ‘foi-yur.’ you emphasize it as clearly as Prosciutto had with ‘foi-yeh,’ sprinkling it wherever you can. when you finish, you turn to Ghiaccio (who’s now staring at you, eyes wide) and flash him a thumbs up.

Ghiaccio isn’t sure what to do. so he responds with an ‘okay’ sign, eyes still wide from your little show. no one has ever defended him like that. “defended” might be a strong word for most, but to have his point be acknowledged in such a small way has Ghiaccio at a loss for words. so he just sits there, wordlessly, staring at the blueprint that Prosciutto is using for this next mission. once Risotto calls the meeting adjourned, though, Ghiaccio is the first to spring from the table, taking his spot beside you as the others file out of the room. ↳ “you didn’t have to do that, you know.” he blinks. shit, was that to harsh? “they’re going to call you a kiss up now.” there. that puts the concern on you, because truly, he is worried that the others will tease you now. but you just shrug and say that you don’t care, that you didn’t want him to feel ignored. Ghiaccio is, in spite of White Album’s abilities, a hothead. he’s a man built from passion and liveliness and enthusiasm. and after hearing you say that, he’s starting to feel those sentiments apply to you, too.

[sailingintothenight]

“HAPPY.” T.H. Imagine.

Tom meets a little angel and you, her mom.

A/N: After reading some stories about single mom x Tom that were totally adorable, I wanted to write my own story that ended up being longer than expected. I hope you like it, please give it a try. Thank you! (And If you have time, listen to Kim Taeyeon and her song Happy :)

With a long sigh, Tom closes the door to the room and falls to the floor, because the pain on his shoulders is as heavy as the whole world.

The melon-colored walls and wooden flooring gives the hospice a warm touch, but the air in his lungs is cold when Tom takes a deep breath that comes in, trying to find spaces to fill in his soul and empty body. There is no one around him, no paparazzi, no interviewers, no fans screaming his name, no excitement of being a movie star who shines for his talent and charm. His heart beats fast against his chest, like an animal that hit the cage's bars that keeps him prisoner: it is fierce because he is afraid, and he feels as if he were falling into a spiral of madness in complete solitude. His hands tremble because the self-control slips from them like the sand between his fingers, fingers that he uses to brush his somewhat long and wavy hair, pulling on the ends because the pain is a reminder that he is still alive.

"Why are you so sad?"

The world lets him hear a voice that seems covered in cotton candy, as sweet as the 4-year-old (soon to be 5) girl in front of him. Tom blinks, confused, watching the infant's small face and the way her eyes look back at him until it finds his sad soul. Her eyes are dark blue like the calm waters of the sea, blue like the summer sky, alive and full of curiosity behind her long lashes: two hidden treasures that were a gift from her father. But the color of those eyes contrasts beautifully with her chocolate brown hair that falls past her shoulders and her white jacket with bunny ears hanging behind, while a melody is heard from the headphones hanging around her neck, a feminine voice that sings in another language, but whose voice is of a warm color that even Tom can perceive.

"Hello there, angel." Tom smiles feigning courage, and stops being a defeated body on the ground to change his posture and squat to be at the (emotional) level of a girl. "What are you doing here alone? Where is your mum?"

Marley smiles sideways, the corner of her lip curling up as her right eyebrow sinks in with the depth of her thoughts: she's skeptical, because she knows something is wrong with him.

“My mom says that if you smile very, very big, you will feel happy immediately. It is a psych... psychological fact.” Marley struggles to say that word, because she is still 4 years old and her bag of words, as she calls it, is still limited.

Tom smiles slightly, not with happiness because something is pressing on his chest still, but because he’s amazed at the intelligence of a little girl who wasn’t older than 5 years old. And suddenly, a tiny, positive feeling runs through him with a super speed and leaves him as fast as it came, but Tom discovers what it is right away and clings to it with firm hands while his eyes, that are like chocolate, shine with the curiosity of a small child, too.

"Oh yeah? Your mommy must be very smart then.”

Marley shrugs casually.

"She reads a lot." She says it as a fact, and her clasped hands in front of her make her look like someone bigger's action, or so Tom thinks, taking in every detail of her without realizing it. "Would you help me with something? I can't reach the vending machine and I want a yogurt.”

"Oh, sure." He replies, still a little surprised by a baby's choice of words, and soon as he gets up, he feels ashamed of himself as he remembers that vocabulary seemed like a difficult word for him. "I'm Tom by the way. What is your name, angel?”

"Marley. Marley Rose."

Marley smiles at him, throwing her head back so that she can look him in the eye, because Tom is taller than she is. Tom can't help but smile, and can't help but feel the tickle in his left hand as Marley catches his to guide him - which gives him a warm feeling. She leads the way down the hallway that is quiet so late at night, towards the empty living room and to the gigantic machine that is challenging for her and her short stature.

"Marley, where's your mum?" Tom asks again, because although he’s a good person, he can't help but feel concerned about seeing a little girl alone.

Standing next to him, Marley looks at him and the light from the machine makes the corner of her face shine.

"She is with my Grandma. She gave me this dollar to buy something downstairs, but the machine doesn't have chocolate yogurt!”

"No way!" Tom says, speaking a little louder, making a slightly high-pitched voice to imitate her: and it makes her laugh a sweet tune, like the sound that keeps coming out of her headphones. "Let me help you get your yogurt."

Tom takes the bill from her small hand and inserts it into the machine, he presses the number indicated on the screen, and then the machine pushes the yogurt bottle towards the opening at the bottom.

"You did it. Thanks, Tom!" Marley presses herself against his body in a quick hug before reaching her prize, happy.

Tom smiles; he cannot help it when he sees her open her bottle, because she is so sweet, so innocent, and because something is recomposed inside him by feeling the pure aura of a girl who seems to hide in her words, the wisdom of a much older person.

"Come on, angel. Let's go to find your mum."

Marley nods, the bottle still against her lips as her small hand reaches for Tom's, and again, she guides him down the hall to the gray-door elevators on the other side of that floor. But the questions that Tom has in his head disappear the instant those metal doors open under the sound of a ding, announcing the encounter with a person on the other side, a young woman who looks at him under the seconds that seems eternal to him, as if the world had stopped in his favor only to make that moment last more than a few seconds.

"Mommy!"

Marley's voice is even sweeter because she recognizes her mom, the being who gave her life and, who loved her, more than anything in the world. Tom watches you get out of the elevator and it's then that new questions appear in his blank mind, questions that, while are quite obvious, are quite difficult to assimilate.

"Marley Rose Daniels, you had me worried." But you sigh in relief, because your fears leave your body the moment you see her again. At that very moment, it is when you realize who is the young man who is holding your daughter's hand, because you know that he has been walking those hallways for a while, but that is a story for later. "Hi, thanks for taking care of her, please don't think I'm a bad mother."

"No, I could never-" Tom says, and then, he realizes he's speechless: because you look so young, so pretty too, and right there, Tom understand why Marley got such a sweet face. "Don't worry about it."

"That's good. Thanks." You say, slightly embarrassed, and your gaze that falls to the ground meets your daughter's eyes. "You pinky promised me that you wouldn't go away too far, Marley."

"But mommy, there was no chocolate yogurt downstairs." And at that moment, Marley lets go of Tom's hand, her head held high as she approaches you because she is not afraid of you, nor the reprimand that never comes, and instead, her hand takes yours and she looks at you with her warm gaze and her eyes with the color that some considered cold. “Sorry.”

"Stop obsessing over that yogurt."

"Never!" Marley pretends to be upset and frowns, taking a firm stance that makes you chuckle, and that makes Tom chuckle, too, because that interaction between you and her makes him happy when he realizes that you two are only joking, as if you were best friends. "Mommy, this is Tom, Tom, she is my mommy."

And you chuckle again, because, although your name is not mommy, it makes you feel proud to be called that way.

"I'm her mommy, but my name is (y/n)... Daniels." You extend your hand towards him, and a tickle runs down his hand before taking yours.

"Tom Holland."

"I know." You smile, rocking his hand in yours, because his hand is still closed, still intertwined with yours.

"You know? Oh.” Tom chuckle shyly because the movie star title still makes him blush, and is a thought that prevents his brain from noticing that his hand is still taking yours while his heart is still wrapped in the warmth of your fingers tips. "Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry about it." You smile, giving him his past words as you clear your throat, so that your next words don't tremble under your shyness. "Well... I think it's time to go home."

"Yeah." Marley and Tom respond: he, in a whisper coming from between his lips before he can stop it.

You chucke, but pretend not to hear it as you press the button on the wall, the metal doors opening instantly under the usual sound. With Marley's hand in yours, you walk in with Tom behind you, taking his place inside the little spot next to her, but when you try to push the button to the basement parking lot and he, the button to the first floor, your hands meet inches away from touching again, bringing nervous laughter.

"Sorry." You both say at the same time, and the timing makes you giggle again.

But with the floors selected, the doors close and your chest clenches painfully, as if the closed doors cut off the air that you can still breathe.

"Don't be scared, mommy." Marley says sweetly, but her hand on yours gives you courage.

"Thanks, baby." And when you look up, Tom is too slow to take his eyes off of you, and they reflect the question you can easily see in his tender gaze. "I'm scared of elevators."

"It's okay." Tom smiles, as if he wants to give you courage, too. "We'll be out in a sec–"

But his words are cut off like the lights that suddenly go out when the elevator stops abruptly, giving way to the emergency lights that only project their light on your most absurd fear after seeing so many accidents on television. Your throat closes painfully, as the air becomes hotter than normal, and for a second, you stay where you are, your hand holding your daughter's as Tom approaches the wall to press the emergency button.

"It must be because of the rain." He says, in an attempt to keep you calm. "Don't panic, the lights will come back in a moment."

"I hope so." You whisper, suddenly weak, fearful.

"Don't be scared, mommy." Marley hugs you, and her small hands cling to the side of your body, like the heat that she shares with you as the courage she gives you to keep you calm. "But can we sit down? I'm tired."

"I'm so sorry, honey, you should be asleep by now." You say and take the bottle of her hand, sitting on the floor and placing yourself in a comfortable position so that she can sleep on top of you.

"Tom, come, sit next to us." She says, and Tom smiles, and although he feels shy, he sits next to you against the cold ground. Protected by her mom's heat, Marley smiles, her head resting at your chest height, and she hides her eyes behind her eyelids that close with the fatigue that her small body can no longer bear.

"She's beautiful." Tom whispers after a few seconds later, and his gaze stays fixed on yours so you can see that he's serious, and that he's somehow, he’s talking about her inner beauty, too. "She's really smart too."

"Thank you." You whisper back, maintaining somehow, the pleasant silence. "I do my best to raise her, I really do, but sometimes I feel like she raises me."

Tom smiles.

"She told me that smiling makes you happy, that it was a psychological fact. I didn't know that such a little girl could pronounce that word. I can't even say vocabulary.”

You chuckle.

“She is 4 years old but talks like a woman sometimes. And when she talks to my best friend on the phone, I swear they can talk for hours. I think it was not a good idea to teach her what Kpop was, because they both don't stop talking about it. Sophia even bought her an Ipod.”

"Oh yeah, I totally understand you..." Tom says, feeling a strange joy at noticing that you have one thing in common. "Danielle, my mate's girlfriend is crazy about kpop too.”

"Yes, I know..." You sigh, relieved to be accompanied in the dark situation. “It looks like we will be here for a while so... Yogurt?"

Your outstretched hand holding the bottle makes him see you're serious, and Tom smiles unable to refuse the gesture, so he takes it, his fingers brushing yours along the way, giving it an electrifying feeling.

"Wow..." He says after drinking a little. “I get why Marley is so obsessed with this. This is really good!"

You smile, and something inside you breaks: setting aside the pain, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to have moved to London.

[jostepherjoestar]

Letting Melone get to know you (1,3k fic)

sfw-ish// neutral pronouns // GN reader // 

You decide to bite the bullet and tell Melone everything there is to know about you since you don’t want him to sneak around and investigate. But it gnaws at you that you don’t really know that much about him, maybe it’s time to find out. 

"Why are you so nervous?” you question yourself as you look in the cracked bathroom mirror. The slash in the middle being a gift from one of Ghiaccio’s tantrums. Today was going to be the day you finally do it. You know Melone was trying to creep around your room to see if he could find anything useful to complete his file on you. He has one for everyone, no joke. Giving your cheeks a light tap and you’re off to his room. It’s morning, most of your squad is still asleep. You know Risotto is probably awake sitting in his office. But Melone is also an early riser, you hear him scuffling about at the weirdest hours. You bring your shaky fist up to knock on the creaky wooden door when it swings open. Melone stood in the opening, wide eyed with a big grin on his face. “Need something?” He asked full of amusement, his sudden actions had made you jump and you felt the hot rush of blood to your cheeks. Breathe in, breathe out. “Yes, actually! I need you to listen to me. I know you tried to sneak into my room.” You try and confidently stand in front of him, arms crossed. Melone chuckles under his breath while he turns around to sit back at his desk, inviting you further into his small room. “You caught me.” He holds up his hands in comic defence. “There’s no need to do that, Melone. I’ve come… I’ve come here to tell you everything you need to know. No snooping needed.” You nervously fiddle with your hands to wait for his reaction. “Di molto!” He loudly exclaims, his grin only growing bigger like the joy in his eyes. The spry man motioning you to sit on his bed. It’s made perfectly, not a crinkle on the soft lavender sheets. You feel almost bad for sitting on it, the mattress softly dipping as you sit down. He turns around dramatically in his office chair, Baby Face on his lap. Eagerly looking at you to start. You try and return the smile, he does look really handsome, waiting so patiently to know all about you. “Do you have like… a list of questions or…?” You awkwardly ask, not really sure where to begin. Like he snapped out of a small haze while excitedly staring at you he replied that yes, there is a list on Baby Face. His questions start of simple, like your full name, height, weight, place of birth, date of birth, time of birth. Pretty soon he’s done your full birth chart, exclaiming a “di milto” whenever you tell an extra tidbit about yourself that Baby Face doesn’t necessarily require. Your nervousness had been washed away, this was actually pretty fun to do. You weren’t really used to anyone listening so intently to you, or giving you all their attention for this long. The most selfish part of you enjoying it all. You answered the questions honestly, some of them were maybe a little too personal but you still answered them, not without getting at least a little red. “Last question. Who’s your favourite of the squad? No lying, I’ll know.” He winked at you, you were 100% sure this wasn’t a question for his stand. “You, Melone.” You answered honestly and perhaps a little too fast. A devious smile covering Melone’s face, but underneath the smile you’d noticed him sit back in wonderment. Somewhere in between questions he’d moved closer to you, his knees almost touching yours. “Hm, interesting. You know no one has ever volunteered to give up all this information. Although it is pretty fun to snoop, this was surprisingly nice for a change.” He closed Baby Face and put it back on his desk, stretching his limbs when he got up. The way his body twisted in his outfit and the soft groans he let out made your mind wander to other places. Quickly trying to suppress those thoughts you looked for an excuse to talk longer. “So… what about you?” You asked with a soft smile on your face. He looked confused, searching your eyes for answers. “What about me?” His face scrunched a tad, maybe a little frustrated that he didn’t understand. “Everything. I don’t know anything about you.” Your eyes followed him around the room as he sat himself down on the end of his bed, legs crossed. A little ways from you, you wondered why he didn’t come sit next to you. His face was serious, maybe a little cold even. A rush of panic growing in your chest, wondering if that was rude of you to ask. “Why would you need to know?” He asked, cautious of your interest. This doesn’t happen often to a man like Melone which is why he stays suspicious of even his teammates. You calmed yourself down, gathering all the courage you have. “Because I like you. I didn’t just tell you everything about me to get rid of you. If I wanted you to leave me alone I would’ve found a way, just like throwing out all the mirrors in my room so Illuso can’t be weird while I sleep.” You looked down at your hands, fingers nervously moving about at the hem of your shirt. When you looked up again, Melone was still trying to figure you out. Like a light bulb went off inside his head, his expression changed back to its usual look. Just a hint of mischief. He got out his position and moved forward to you. Sitting on his knees now right next to you. One of his hands coming up to hold your chin, moving it to face him. Your heart felt like it could pop out of your chest at any given moment, your throat feeling dry. Not sure what he’s planning and too curious to back out. “We can get to know each other.” A sly smile pulling at his lips, his eyes darker than usual. He crept up to your face slowly, making your breath hitch as his other hand landed on your thigh. His lips were soft against yours, he smelled like vanilla. A soft mewl coming from you as your lips accepted his. You could feel him smile against your lips, moving them in such a strategised but pleasurable way. Like he’d unlocked a secret formula he finally got the chance to try out. It’s not what you meant with getting to know him but his kiss was intoxicating. You wanted it. His movements got more dominant, his tongue played with yours, taking the lead. You could feel his hand that was previously on your thigh move up to the hem of your shirt, creeping its way inside against your skin. The sudden touch startling you, goosebumps raising all over. You didn’t even realise your own hand was gripping his arm the other on his chest. Lost in the kiss, you snapped out of the haze just before his hand reached your chest. You pulled away, removing all contact with him as you stood up. He looked absolutely lost at the cause of your actions. “I’m sorry. I want this as much as you but… Believe me that was great, really great,” you trailed off at the thought again, your skin seeming to miss his touch already. “But I really do want to get to know you, as a person.” He hummed in thought letting out a chuckle, like he just proved himself wrong. You were honest, he’d realised completely. Finally really sure about your intentions. “Alright then. We did have a nice thing going there though…Well I grew u-“ he sighed as he spoke but before he could get far he was interrupted by you. Closing the distance again, you had taken charge now standing over him. “But we can finish up first, if you still want to.” You weren’t as confident as him in this position, your face getting more flushed by the second. He stroked your cheek with his finger, a pitying look on his face laced with so much mischief. Like he was teasing you for trying to make him submit. “Di molto.” He grinned as he pulled you into his arms making you fall onto him. Before you knew it he had moved you back under him, just where he liked you.

[heliolicious]

I’d love to know more about Sascha - I certainly feel like my OC could identify with and bond with him over that “older sibling trying to make amends / protect their younger sibling” experience.

Does he have hobbies/interests? A job or goals? What happens to him in Italy?

how happy i am that sascha gets some attention !! he's an oc i wish to develop, so i'll gladly talk about him and give information about his lore ~

sascha sergeyevich lebedev, over all, is not a bad guy. he comes from a strict family who lives in moscow, he was raised like that, so unfortunately if someone tried to talk to him, it would be a little difficult to get anything too sweet out of it. but if you're polite to him, he will do his absolute best to reply back in the most polite way he can. above all during the couple of years he spends in morioh cho, surrounded by such happy people.

he plays the violin, is slightly short sighted and believe it or not, one of his hobbies is collecting dolls. everyone finds them creepy, but he says they're just adorable. nobody questions him though, he has such an attitude sometimes... he has the bad habit of commenting on people in russian, his native language, so that nobody will understand him.

i'm not gonna push it to saying he's a tsundere, because he's really not trying it hard to look tough, he just is naturally arrogant and doesn't even realize.

in vento aureo, sascha is sent with koichi by jotaro to italy. despite his attitude, after developing his stand sascha worked hard to master it, and actively stood up for the whole dio/joestars story, offering his help to do anything to find giorno giovanna. since his brother's husband [okuyasu] got his family wasted by dio, he feels like he shall help. while koichi doesn't get involved anymore, sascha chooses to keep following giovanna's path even after the black sabbath fight. watching from afar, and occasionally help without the gang to notice. [example: his stand, electric avenue, sends melone's laptop berserk during the baby face fight].

at the end of vento aureo, after he's found hurt by mista, trish, and giorno next to bucciarati's dead body in the colosseum, he reveals his actions and the help he offered to the gang to keep giorno giovanna alive. he becomes one of giorno's gangsters.

this is a big sum up of what i have about him regarding the canon parts. he has a role in the fanmade additional part after vento aureo i've been setting up, but it would mean diving deeper into things that are not ready to be revealed, so,,, this is what i have about sascha !!

[aestheticvoyage2021]

Day 225: Friday August 13, 2021 - “Vaccinated Baby”

We took William in for his 2 month check up today, that included a fun scavenger hunt on the wall in room 2, and a round of three vaccines; one was a sugar water drink, and then two needles.  Only one seemed to upset him.  Mama fed him and soothed him and then it was like nothing happened.  Very impressive, our little lion.  He had a couple cute stickers on his chunky legs. Alls well that ends well.  Our nurse, Leah, had us prepped for a potentially fussy night.  But he went down easy and hard for a good long nap in his crib, and slept decently well through the night with each of us having to get up once, and in the morning, he woke up happy and ready for another Saturday (his 10th ever).

We were in the same room that we were in the day of the first massive blowout poop.  And I was thinking about that while we sat waiting for the Doctor to come in and tell us everything was great.  I thought about how far we’ve come from parents, and how much you learn and get used to, so quickly and how quickly the first two months have gone.   That night I got a note from an old college football teammate, who you would never guess at being nostalgic but he said “You will want him to crawl then walk then you will say man I wish he can talk then one day in the not to distant future when he is doing those things you will say man I want a little nugget back for a few cuddles”  and with that in mind I enjoyed the happy time in the bed the next morning and glad that his important vaccination shots didn’t mess him up a single bit.

His stats from two month check in:

Weight: 14 lbs 1 ounce 85% Length: 60 cm 88% Head Circumference:  41.5 cm 96%!

Song: Blind Melon - Change

Quote: “As Max grows older, I hope that...he will feel empowered to make his own decisions and will have the self-confidence to challenge traditional wisdom. I also hope that he learns the difference between critical thinking and getting swept up in a wave of self-righteous hysteria, and I hope he considers the effects of his actions on those around him. Finally, for his sake and for that of everyone else alive, I hope he grows up in a world where science is acknowledged not as an ideology but as the best tool we have for understanding the universe...” ― Seth Mnookin

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Do you have thoughts on why the song 'Escapism' played when it did during the show? Other than coinciding with Lion saving watermelon steeb, the song seems a bit irrelevant to whats happening onscreen (or if it exists in that plane of existence to begin with, since the songs playing over everything)

I do have thoughts. TL;DR: I think it’s a thematically appropriate Rose song to cap off the episode because it’s arguably the most impactful Rose onscreen character development ep, and the last piece of the Rose/Steven relationship development. The song starts with Lion choosing to save Steven and bring him home to Greg, and it ends with Connie and Steven in the tower. If it does exist in that plane of existence, idk how to read it specifically, but Steven’s melon adventure is framed as a dream and there are a few ways that could go.

Escapism is Rose’s last big character episode before Change Your Mind, and sets up both Steven and Rose for their final stand against White. Connie and Steven are also trapped in the tower, so like, argument to be made for the music taking place in-universe in the tower with the “dream” of Steven’s astral projection to Earth as frame. I read Escapism (song) as a Rose/Pink Diamond trapped (in a pattern) song just as much as a Stevonnie trapped (in the tower) one. I’ve speculated - assuming she can and does - Rose may have even first learned to astral project while trapped in baby jail as literal escapism from the psychic pain of her awful family, a familiar experience to many fandom denizens on tumblr.com, because this is the story they chose to tell in Escapism.

The last scene of Escapism (and the whole episode really) is Rose breaking a pattern of escapism/avoidance. (I GUESS I HAVE TO FACE) She tries to distract him with the melon society, but Steven is totally focused on his goal. She rescues him and brings him back to Greg before his melon body can die.

(In/out of universe wise: Greg is the one playing the chords here.) Lion’s main character arc comes to fruition after his behavior in the early Lion eps - choice of coming to Greg & showing how she’s put Steven in more danger specifically is the exact flipside of Lion‘s actions in The Return/Full Disclosure, when she merrily ferries Steven off to fight Jasper & co. and then runs away before Greg arrives on the shore after they crash-land.

I guess I have to face/That in this awful place/I shouldn’t show a trace of doubt

In Legs Lion is not pleased about the Diamonds or Steven going to HW. In Escapism the melon dog just wants to avoid the subject. But Steven doesn’t give up, and Lion ultimately helps him with the last leg of his journey. In CYM Steven goes on to confront the diamonds, and Rose finally faces White after thousands of years of learned helplessness and running away - in CYM she stands her ground because she believes in Steven.

It’s Escapism that serves as her real test of character before the climax because she chooses to face Steven and face Greg. imo, facing Greg, even in Lion form, is a bigger deal for her character. Rose avoids White because White abused her and out of probably not a little fear or even fear on friends’ behalf, Rose avoids Greg because she care him and values what he thinks of her. She respects him and not White, world of difference there. Greg offered her unconditional love and was the last person she didn’t feel she had to hide herself from...but that was before he thought she was dead and before they had a son who keeps endangering.

But pulled against the grain/I feel a little pain/That I would rather do without

...that learned helplessness Rose exhibits is explained via the various abuses Steven experiences in Pink Diamond’s shoes during the HW/Diamond Days arc. Of course she kept running away and lacked self-worth! To have been raised in an environment where pain was impossible to escape - to find the only escape is to avoid and run, because you will be mistreated - it’s understandable, it’s more or less what Steven says to Blue in CYM. His parents did fuck up in a lot of their own ways, but an environment where he was shown love made a fundamental difference in his ability to recognize & stick up for his own worth. That in turn empowers Rose to step out of her passive role and stick up for him.

“Against the grain” means to go against one’s natural inclination. Rose is pained by the mortifying ordeal of being trapped, and would rather keep running, but now she has a reason to face that pain. The idiom can also be used to mean going against expectations in a more social sense, so maybe there’s more going on here, but that’s how I read it.

I’d rather be free....free(etc).... /...from here

think that’s pretty self explanatory. Escapism continues to play over the scene of Steven asking for help, and at the end, Steven returns to the tower and wakes up.

Connie has moved since the start of the episode and she’s asleep now, too. The last “from here” takes place on the astral plane as he returns. So as a Rose song, it makes me wonder - this could be about feelings of being trapped in the tower as Pink, it could be about the world/astral plane more generally & Rose/Lion... this ep is all setup for CYM, but like all of SU, it’s other things at the same time too.

AJ Michalka, Stevonnie’s voice performer, sings Escapism. Therefore, if it’s sung in-universe, Stevonnie in the tower is the most likely candidate. But Greg appears to have provided the music on Earth. If it’s being sung in-universe it’s probably by Stevonnie: maybe Connie and Steven fusing in their sleep, maybe Stevonnie as their own person on the astral plane, maybe more metaphor. I also don’t rule out Rose being one of Stevonnie’s fusion components, since she has said she is part of Steven. I don’t think there’s sufficient reason to assume she is, given Stevonnie’s relationship to Lion, though. Maybe all of SU is just a dream, and Stevonnie is simply musing on aspects of their personality or something, and the song relates to the framing device. Who knows!

[dongiovannaswife]

For the song fics: Tender Lover (Baby Face) and Melone. Whatever you think interpretation is. Fem reader ;)

Okay, I asked St. Google for the meaning of this song and found Babyface’s words about it lol along with an interpretation I took; “the song casts Babyface as an apologetic ex-lover who advises his former girlfriend not to give up on love just because it didn't work out with him.” First time writing for Melone, hope I’m not messing with him, I’m nervous because it’s YOU requesting aaaaaaaaaa.

SONG FIC: TENDER LOVE BY BABYFACE; MELONE.

Someone who knew him, especially in his line of work, wouldn’t believe his behavior at the moment.

Melone sits across from you, holding a mug of coffee in the way you know he likes it; sweet and strong, but not too hot. His expression calm and sincere, contrasting to that strange one he wears around his team, that one expression that pisses off Prosciutto and makes Risotto step up before things get out of hand.

Someone who didn’t knew him and was overlooking his actions would say he was acting, putting a mask over his real personality.

But only you and he knew his reasons.

Melone is not a man to fake his reactions or to change his attitude to fit; he may be obsessed with reproduction and science and biology, but he knows when to behave. He’s more than the jar some people put him in.

And you, as his ex-girlfriend, understand this.

 

When he spots you he stands, greeting you with a warm smile, pulling out your chair for you to sit and helping you settle. As he’s coming back to his seat, he asks. “Salutations, (Y/n). How have you been?”

You purse your lips together, shrugging with your thoughts coming back, memories of the night before coming to the surface and making you frown slightly, offering him a sad expression.

Melone leans in the table, his left hand reaching to his mug to get it out of his way so he can lean his elbows in the table, hands subtly reaching out to you, but stopping midway.

“What’s wrong?” he asks then, voice insufferably soft as he speaks; eyes holding so much care you feel like you may burst from the sight. You’re not in love anymore, but there’s a small amount of care still there, the type of care you’d feel for an old friend.

You shake your head, closing your eyes as to ignore the tears threatening to spill. “It’s stupid.”

Melone shakes his head no, his hand now wiping off a tear that managed to escape and descend through your cheek. “Nothing you feel is stupid, it has a cause —and it has a solution. Remember what I told you some time ago…?”

You nod, feeling the memory hit you. “Everything has a solution; except death.”

He nods and leans back, a comforting hand offered silently as he lets his hand in the table for you to take if you need to. Melone waits patiently and under his warm attention, you feel like spilling all you feel.

“I don’t think love is for me, Mel. I can’t seem to find the right person; I-I wanted, I thought you were the one. As you know, though, you weren’t. And I’m so sorry for having made you waste your time with someone like me, who doesn’t stand a chance in love.”

You look down now as the waitress places your mug in front of you and Melone thanks them with a smile; then, you watch the content inside the mug like it is the most important thing in the world.

Until he speaks.

“If I'm being sincere, I never thought about that like you did. I was living in the moment, enjoying your company and the moments we spent together as a couple but I knew I couldn’t afford it to dream like that, I was trying to be realistic; if later on I found out you were the one, then I’d make you know. As you know, though—” he smiles as he imitates you. “You weren’t. I don’t think I wasted time, because I enjoyed it. We didn’t lost anything, nor did we win. We, however, learned. Listen, (Y/n), if there’s something important about love, that is that a relationship may work or not; just because our relationship didn’t work out, doesn’t mean there’s someone out there for you. Your other half, as they call it. The person you can spiderman-kiss and all that.” He waves his hand in a meh gesture, smiling softly when you laugh at his implication. Then, looking back at you with a more serious look, he keeps talking. “You’re a good person, (Y/n). You’re a wonderful woman and a marvelous partner; if you wanted to, you could be a good mother. In short, and because my coffee is probably cold now, don’t give up on love. Don’t let the assumptions of others get you.”

You blink, wondering where did all that came from; watching as he rises his hand to ask for another mug of coffee and turning to you with a kind expression.

“Thank you.” You mutter, smiling warmly at him and drinking from your tea. Then, you stand and pulling out enough money to pay for your beverage, you leave it in the table, deciding that it’s time to close a cycle, having made up your mind. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Mel. I hope you get the life you’ve dreamed with.”

Leaning to kiss his forehead one last time, you grab your bag and stealing a glance at him one last time, you leave the bar.