#i'm starting to think i might just never be able to write again pfft

[remyfire]

Save me comfort fics rereads.

[mako-neexu]

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii im that anon (just call me raynon) that sent the arknighhts/fgo thing and funny how you like Honkai Star Rail bc i do as well :]

anyways stelle "fated to have some kind of glorious fate" meeting ritsuka "was never meant to have this fate". Can you tell i love main characters who are doomed by their narrative.

Hello raynon!!!!! I liked writing the fgo x arknights mini fic xD but i really wished i could have written dr. roman and Doctor conversation!! but im not too confident yet ahaha

But i loved your idea again and decided to give HSR x FGO a go xD so i tried a conversation between Stelle and Gudako!

I'm so sorry for taking so long asdfhjkl i wasnt too sure about stelle's personality since it swings from goofy raccoon, to greedy trailblazer, and to cool girlboss XD

- No matter where she went with Dan Heng and March, for her, the sky, the stars, and her friends had always been a constant relief in her life.

Stelle didn’t really remember much from back then… but Kafka was the only one she truly remembered. A figure close to a mother, now a criminal she and the Express are doing their best to capture.

“So you love the stars too, huh?”

From beside her, Ritsuka leans back, hold folded behind her head. Stelle turns her gaze back at the sky, smiling softly, “I do, but it could get boring and sad real fast though.”

“Mmm, you’re right about that.”

When she looked at Ritsuka, there was something in her eyes that told her of a journey unlike her own Trailblazing one. 

If hers was a journey with the stars, finding out what her purpose and true Path was, then Ritsuka’s own was a descent from the sky, struggling to hold on to that star she had attained long ago.

“Come to think of it,” Ritsuka hums, then turns to her with a mischievous grin, “In terms of when our journey started, I’m your Senpai in ‘this’.”

Stelle groaned, blushing as she was reminded once more of those days when she was just a child, seeing Ritsuka’s face in the television broadcasting other worlds’ conundrums. She did admire her like a fan would to an idol or celebrity, but up close, she realizes how human Ritsuka is. Or perhaps, was.

“So you want me to call you that then?”

The Master bit the inside of her cheek and smiled, “Not really. Just call me Ritsuka.”

Sensing that the title felt kind of personal, she stuck to the request. “Ritsuka, then.”

Silence reigns the atmosphere, though it was comfortable as their surroundings were nothing but the countless stars before them, to Stelle, she felt a little nervous. Especially when she caught Ritsuka’s glance, nothing more than patience in her eyes to encourage the Trailblazer.

“Do you regret it?” She stopped at that.

“Hm?”

“I think… if I were in your position I would’ve gone crazy.”

Ritsuka blinks, once, twice, before her words registered, “Ohh, so it's that then. Well, I don’t regret it one bit.”

“You’ve died more than a hundred times though. What seemed to be the end also becomes another ‘beginning’ in your journey.”

“Pfft, I’m still alive and kicking, dude. Weren’t you the one who got stabbed in the heart earlier? That just means I get to see my friends for a little while longer.”

Urk, she’s right… But- “While my… journey seems to be onward to something ‘beautiful’, yours is-”

“-is what?” Ritsuka snapped, taking Stelle aback, “Something doomed? Something awful? Of course I’m doomed from the start. I knew that. But is it awful? It’s not pretty, but there are far too many beautiful things in my life too.”

Ritsuka looked away, pulling her knees under her chin and crossing her arms around her legs, she whispered, “A… friend said that as well. That I’m going down the path of destruction, a path which I was never meant to be put in yet thrusted into.”

And here Stelle was, down the opposite one, a “fated” path that seems so glorious that the light of it might blind her.

“...I’m sorry.”

Ritsuka sadly smiled, something Stelle never would never be able to if she had been in her position, “It’s okay. I’m sorry for snapping back at you as well. You were just concerned.”

“Still…”

The Master reached out, covering her gloved hand with her own, “Just… Even though I have to wade through the blood, I know I’ll be able to find happiness along the way.” Turning to Stelle, she suddenly pulled on her cheek and puffed her own, “As for you! Just because you think it's beautiful doesn’t mean you won’t be encountering challenges near impossible to overcome.”

Stelle pouted from the slight pain of having her cheeks pulled but nevertheless replied, “Thank you… but I really am worried about you.” After all, she’s seen how she has come so far after being in literal years to continue her journey.

Now that the Master had finished not only finished “part one” but “part two” as well, there would surely be more to come… as fate doesn’t want to let her rest just yet.

Ritsuka stilled, and smiled, a happier one compared to the others from earlier, “I’ll be okay. Plus, I’m used to it.”

Despite the darkness of space with its stars, their surroundings seem to be getting lighter… Just as she saw Ritsuka notice it as well, Stelle hummed, “We’re waking up I guess? Or going back to our worlds.”

…Either way, this would be another goodbye. One that she herself wasn’t sure if it would be the last despite the first with the very person she admired from afar.

“Oh, already? That was fast.”

Stelle grimaced, “It was. Do you think I’ll be able to see you again?”

“Here I thought you'd be excited to see the trash cans again.” Ritsuka’s laugh had her blushing and sputtering on the spot. Gah! What the heck? Of course, she’d also know that! 

“Urgh, Ritsuka!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry!” As her laughter died down, the smile that never quite reached her eyes was back in place, “Still, it was nice meeting you.”

She blushed, averting her eyes from the red-haired’s own, “Same here. But before we go back, just in case we meet again, let’s tell more about our stories to each other.”

That way neither of them wouldn’t forget the other. Whether the Stellaron would swallow her body first or one of Ritsuka’s peril would finally “set her free”, that was up to their fates inscribed in the stars.

Ritsuka faltered, sensing her intentions, before giving her a genuine smile.

“I’d like that, Stelle.”

[missmorosis]

I choose you...

@skylightlantern asked: 

 so i just reading some angst fic and this prompt( not sure what to called it) just come to me anyway the prompt(?) is like " I'm heartbroken not heartless", like maybe the reader still help Zuko (ps. I like Zuko by the way) after he hurt her by maybe choosing Mai over her ? is this make sense... if not just ignore it. I might write it...but im not so sure since i already have some unfinished story that i kinda abandoned 

anonymous asked:

Could you write anything for an Azula x reader or Toph x reader? Like maybe cute angst that ends with fluffy? Like hurt comfort??? Also reader is fem or gender neutral?! It’s okay if not tho!!!

hii!! i hope you don’t mind, but i’m combining these two requests!! the idea I had for the Zuko angst and the Azula request was pretty similar, and i didn’t want to be too repetitive! - also ive never written for azula before so 😳

also!! i’m unable to tag you, so i hope your ask notifies you hehe!

i’m sO BAD AT ANGST IM SO SORRY BUT THANK GOODNESS FOR FLUFFY ENDINGS <33

THIS LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER AND FOR THAT IM SORRY ✋😭

Pairing: Zuko x Reader, Azula x Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: Blood, angst hehe

Summary: Y/N's left heartbroken, but she has no choice but to help the one who broke her heart.

Y/N stood between Zuko and Mai, time seeming to slow as she waited for Zuko to give her a response to her crucial question: her or Mai?

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Zuko’s fingers brushed against Mai’s, who had a small smile of relief on her face. “I... choose Mai.”

“Zuko...” Her voice was hushed down to barely above a whisper. The wind felt colder against Y/N’s face. She bit her lip to try and stop the tears pricking her eyes.

“Y/N-” He tried to grab her arm, but she shook him off. She let out a sob and ran away. “Y/N!” he called after her again, but she ignored him. Instead, she ran, as far away as she could, trying to gather her thoughts.

She woke up the next morning, not knowing where she was. Trees surrounded her, and her face was puffy from all of the crying. She sighed, and picked herself up. Trying to listen for any sign of any of her friends, she creeped along the bushes.

“Help!” someone called out, and Y/N leaped into action. Running as fast as she could towards the cry for help, she sighed with relief when she stumbled into the clearing from the previous night. However, she quickly deflated when she realized it was Zuko. Wait, were those- the Avatar's friends?

“Let him go,” she yelled. The "gaang" was trying to surround Zuko. There were two of them, the two water tribe siblings. They turned at the sound of her command.

"Who do you think you are?" the boy asked, with a tone of annoyance. Y/N ignored him.

“Two on two, Zuko. We can take them... probably.” Y/N rushed past them, jumping to Zuko's side.

"No, you can't. Don't even think about attacking," the girl threatened.

“Why... why are you helping me?” Zuko asked, ignoring what the girl said. He wasn't looking at her, but instead focused on the opponents in front of him. She sighed.

“I’m heartbroken, not heartless.” She stood at a fighting stance, back to back with him. She unsheathed her sword, and got ready to fight.

Sword against sword, back against back, fire against water. They were pretty evenly matched, but thankfully, Y/N was skilled with a sword, and Zuko had been practicing his firebending.

Moments later, Zuko gave some sort of triumphant sound. The water tribe boy recoiled in pain; Zuko had burned him. His sister screamed, immediately getting him out of the dangerous situation and rushing to heal it with her waterbending.

Y/N was ready to celebrate when- she winced; there was a sudden pain in her side. She clutched her torso with an arm, and she cursed when she felt something warm and sticky. She pulled her hand back and looked at it. Blood. 

The sight of it made her head spin and her knees weak. She gasped as she fell to the floor, and Zuko rushed to catch her.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I-” His voice broke. “Hang- hang in there. I’m going to get you back to camp, alright?” He carried her up, bridal style, and ran as fast as humanly possible.

“Yeah- yeah, okay.” Everything seemed to spin, and was starting to blur. She blinked hard, trying to get rid it, but it wouldn’t go away.

Blink. The trees all merged into one green blob.

Blink. Zuko's racing heartbeat was calming... Y/N felt herself falling asleep...

What felt like seconds later, Y/N found herself awake in... some sort of hut. Azula's tent...

"Oh, you're awake." Azula's voice rang through her head. "I... wouldn't try to get up if I were you." She was right, everything hurt, and getting up was the last thing she wanted to do.

“You know, I’m sorry for what my brother did to you," Azula started. Y/N froze. "You didn’t deserve that... For what it's worth, I would've chosen you.”

“He told you?" Y/N mumbled, and Azula nodded, so she changed the subject, trying to avoid awkwardness. "I didn’t know you were physically able to apologize,” Y/N joked, and Azula playfully rolled her eyes in response.

“I’m just... glad you’re okay.” Her voice trailed off, and Azula turned to face away from her, not daring to make eye contact.

"What's this? Affection from Azula... how charming." Y/N laughed.

"Shut up," Azula scoffed. "You almost died, okay?"

"Whatever, Azula," Y/N said, through her smile.

PFFT THAT MAY JUST BE THE WORST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN IM SO SORRY-

once again, sorry for the wait!!

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[mistaeq]

[1/5]🐎Hello! I'd like a JJBA [1&4] matchup? I'm a female, Virgo sun, Libra Moon, INFJ-T, and I'm Demisexual/Panromantic. I'm 5'11 and very insecure about my height, among other things. I'm very shy, and awkward. When I'm uncomfortable or around people I'm unfamiliar with I either don't speak at all, or I cannot stop talking, I just go off. Most awkward situations I find myself in, I put myself in through saying something stupid. I'm haunted by those moments.

Matchup

TW // none

Thank you for your request, hun! I like your passions a lot, from literature, to art and nature and horror stuff :0 you really sound like an interesting person ~ enjoy! ^_^

Phantom Blood and Diamond is Unbreakable Matchup

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

My first matchup choice for you is...

Robert E. O. Speedwagon!

He's a master in making you comfortable. Robert is 25, and already knows enough about life to be helpful for you.

You can tell Speedwagon likes you, but as soon as you tell him about your sexuality, he stops and gets interested in an explanation. He doesn't want to get something wrong, with you.

Robert likes your height, as he's way bigger than you and able to completely wrap his body around yours. Only if you're okay with it. Before holding you this way, he usually asks.

Whenever he meets someone you don't know, he's not the type of man who forces you to talk or to introduce yourself. Robert will keep you close, and if you don't feel like talking, he's fine with you not talking.

Speedwagon agrees on you on how much first impressions matter. After all, it's because of the good impression Jonathan gave him, that he met his best friend, and his idea of the Joestar being a noble soul never changed.

The man loves when you act protective towards him. He spent years protecting himself, that feeling now protected by someone feels incredibly good.

After you get closer and actually become a couple, Robert cherished moments in which he sees you more open and affectionate.

Your first kiss was given by mistake, actually. You were giving him some good affection, and comfortable with kissing him, you leaned towards his cheek. Right in that moment, he turned his head to look at you. And the kiss just... happened. You both stayed because it felt right.

"Uhm... sorry for kissing back, y/n... it was a... reflex. If you want it to mean something, though... I wouldn't be complaining..." then, he giggled.

Speedwagon knows and respects the fact that you don't really enjoy showing off too much your affection in public, so he'll just subtly hold your hand or give you warm smiles.

He might have become a gentleman, after his adventure with Jonathan. But he's the same man who lived in Ogre Street, deep down. He's totally okay with playful pranks, and sometimes he'll even get his revenge on your pranks.

Robert is not an artistic person himself, but he enjoys listening and watching you while you draw, or write. If you give him permission, he will happily read what you've written and sincerely compliment you.

Speedwagon focuses a lot on people he cares about. He's a caring man and will never let you think you aren't loved enough. He won't even give you enough time to feel abandonment issues.

Even if it's an habit of yours, Robert will beg you several times not to bottle up your feelings. He's a great listener, and will always be there, when you'll need him.

He loves horror stuff, crime and conspiracy theories. Speedwagon is the type of man who would make up a whole speech about this. A serious speech.

Even if he's not a great artist nor a great writer, after he's learnt to appreciate more his country's culture, he likes literature and history a lot.

Robert will lock himself up with you in a library and read in your company for hours. He has a soft spot for the light that forms in your eyes, when you read and learn together.

If you happen to read romance together, expect Speedwagon to be a little clingy. He wants a kiss too, why should the book's characters be the only ones who get a kiss?

Don't be ashamed of asking him to spend some time in the nature. He needs a break from the city, and as he's starting setting up his Foundation, he needs peace. With you, possibly.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Kishibe Rohan!

There really are a lot of chaotic dumbasses, in Morioh Cho.

When from his window, he sees someone so chill around new people, he thinks he's dreaming. He needs to be more about you.

He succeeds in approaching you enough to use Heaven's Door on you. Asking would have been too embarrassing for him, the famous mangaka Kishibe Rohan. What if you understood he's interested in you?

Rohan learns you're demisexual, and this equals the fact that he can't expect you to fall in his arms and live happily ever after. You need to get to know each other and develop a relationship, before falling in love.

Pfft. Easy. He points his finger at your pages, and writes "I already know and care about Kishibe Rohan". His satisfaction doesn't last much. The ink disappears, as Heaven's Door manifests in front of its user and shakes its head.

The stand wouldn't have helped its user to force your feelings, even if it was for a good cause. So Rohan gave up and chose to have a good talk with you.

He caught you in a moment when you couldn't stop talking. But it was kinda different. Rohan enjoyed it, in a certain way. Seeing that you had so much to tell when talking to him, made him feel different, even though he had started to admire you for how chill you seemed.

The first impression Rohan gives out is never good, honestly. The fact that you talked so much to him doesn't mean you had a good feeling about him. He's kinda arrogant. It's a defense type of thing.

But you feel like he wants to spend time with you.

"Just because we always meet everywhere doesn't mean that I, Kishibe Rohan, am following you, y/n."

You didn't even mention him following you. He unwillingly exposed himself. That's when you understood Rohan isn't, in fact, arrogant, rather a softie in denial.

When you two start getting close to each other, he feels you becoming protective over him. Rohan thanks you, but tells you he doesn't need it. When you try to stop being protective, he whines because he wants you to care about him again.

When you're introduced to his house, you feel like you went through heaven's door - ba dum tsss -. You didn't know about his passion before, and you learn he's a mangaka.

When you crash at his place, you enjoy watching him working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy, and as you like drawing, he can't hide he has let you help him several times so you could take a break afterwards and spend some deserved time cuddling.

His house's curtains are always down, you don't have to worry about other people seeing you smooch Rohan. Just because he dislikes PDA as much as you.

If you're okay with it, he'd like to keep your relationship secret for a bit. He's not ready to see Josuke and Okuyasu snickering and chattering over your feelings.

When you two draw together, you happen to steal his pencils and brushes, so Rohan has to run after you for the whole house. If he succeeds in reaching for you, he wins a kiss. And - maybe - his drawing tools.

He noticed how critical you are about your drawing skills. It's not something Rohan thought he would have ever done, but he'll let you sit on his lap, his hand wrapped around yours, holding a pencil and guiding your hand in drawing a sketch.

Rohan is the ceo of Don't-Bottle-Your-Feelings-Up. He has temper, if he thinks something bad about someone, he'll just straight up say it. That's why he talked you a lot of times into not keeping everything inside your chest.

He doesn't watch lots of horror or conspiracy stuff, but if you happen to read or learn something interesting, tell him, he'll be grateful for you giving him inspiration for his manga.

Rohan often brings you in hidden places full of nature - he found those out while looking for inspiration in Morioh Cho - where you can spend some time alone and where he can draw quick sketches of you obliviously smiling.

[sinkingwmyships]

Started watching JJBA ~a week ago, and man oh MAN did I fall hard for CaeJose (；▽；)

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This contains JJBA season 2 anime spoilers!

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Prompt: “Stop being difficult.”

Character(s): Joseph Joestar/JoJo; Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli; Lisa Lisa/Elizabeth Joestar (mentioned); Suzie Q (mentioned); Robert E. O. Speedwagon (mentioned)

Pairing(s): CaeJose

Word count: 1,865

Warning: I've only seen seasons 1 & 2 of the anime, and all the knowledge I used to write this oneshot is from there. Please don’t come at me if you're a manga reader and see something in here that's "incorrect."

This is set in Joseph and Caesar's trip to Venice, some time during their training with Lisa Lisa (but don't think about it too hard, or you'll realize the timing actually doesn't make sense at all :'D ).

Contains (kinda) heated kissing, but not NSFW.

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Caesar sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as he glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until they left for the party. He had no idea why he was so nervous — they had triple-checked for threats, the suit Sensei loaned him looked great, and he has no problem handling a party's worth of social interactions. So why did the inside of his stomach still feel like dozens of bubbles popping and forming simultaneously? He didn't eat anything weird today, did he? Caesar had yet to come up with a valid answer, when the door to his room suddenly sprang open.

"Woah, Caesar, are you seriously gonna wear your bandanna with that 'fit?" Joseph — the other person going to the party — sauntered in, surprising the blond with how comfortable he looked in a suit. Caesar had not pegged him as the type to fare well in formal attire — but here he was, in a playful pinstripe suit with a bowtie that matched his sea-green eyes perfectly. The blond could even detect a pleasant hint of cologne when Joseph came up behind him in the mirror. It actually annoyed him a little bit, how good the brunet looked. Great, now that weird feeling in my stomach is getting even worse. Averting his gaze back to himself, Caesar grumbled:

"What's wrong with my bandanna?"

They both looked him up and down. His outfit currently consisted of a pretty orthodox blue-and-white suit, dress shoes, a pink bowtie to jazz it up, and of course, his signature pink-and-yellow bandanna. The thought of taking it off did cross his mind, but this headpiece was Caesar's trademark, and he just wouldn't feel the same without it.

"Nothing's wrong. It just doesn't really fit." Joseph shrugged, before suddenly perking up. "You know...."

Caesar felt a light tug, before his bandanna came loose. He let out a yelp of surprise and tried to grab it, but Joseph had yanked it away and was now holding it way out of reach. Curse him and his nine additional centimeters. "Hey!"

"Relax. I just have an idea." The brunet cracked a mischievous smile, then reached for Caesar's bowtie and pulled that apart as well. Swatting his hand away, the blond grumbled:

"And when have those ever been good? I don't wanna see your idea. Just give me back my stuff!"

"Stop being difficult, Caesar-chan." Joseph chuckled, seemingly not the least bit threatened. He reached out again, propping the blond's shirt collar up before looping the colorful bandanna around his neck. "Speedwagon-jisan does this all the time. I think it'll look nice on you too."

Before Caesar could protest, the brunet got to work. His hands moved with surprising dexterity, transforming the bandanna into a beautiful string tie. Unable to really see what was happening, Caesar's eyes came to a stop on Joseph's face instead, which was stilled by concentration. Can't believe he would still wear his hair like that... but for some damnable reason, it really doesn't look bad on him. Suddenly, Joseph's eyes flicked up, meeting the blond's own and nearly giving him a heart attack:

"I would ask if you're nervous, but I know you'd just say no, so let me go ahead and skip to: why?"

"I'm—" All the possible explanations (excuses?) Caesar had in mind disappeared, so he could only sigh. "I don't know. I've been like this ever since Sensei invited us to the party, and I have no idea why."

"Hmm." The brunet mused, and even though his hands were still hard at work, Caesar could feel those sea-green eyes studying him closely. "It must be because you're going with Sensei to a party, and you don't wanna embarrass her."

"Maybe." The blond nodded, genuinely hoping that the feeling in his stomach would subside. Yet the bubbles only fizzed more intensely. Joseph didn't seem to notice, though — he adjusted the tie one last time, before stepping back to admire his handiwork:

"It looks great. And Caesar, you have nothing to worry about. You have too much respect for Sensei to even consider doing anything embarrassing... pfft, that is, if "anything embarrassing" doesn't include the way you hit on girls."

"You...!" And to think I was about to thank him. Caesar scowled, before an idea suddenly popped into his head. "At least I'm not all talk, Mr. Sexy Lips."

"Wha—" Now it was Joseph's turn to falter. "Hey, how did you know that?!"

"Guess."

"Was it Suzie Q?"

"Oh, so it was Suzie Q." Caesar hummed teasingly, trying to suppress his laughter as Joseph's face reddened. He couldn't remember when or where he'd heard Joseph say this, but that reaction just confirmed his suspicions. "But you know, if you're gonna fail that bad at getting a girl whose options are already so limited, you should really consider changing your strategy."

"I can flirt however I want, okay?" The brunet frowned, jabbing a finger at Caesar. "Besides, who just straight up goes and kisses people like you? That's terrible!"

"You can't criticize my method if yours doesn't work." The blond cocked an eyebrow, before breaking into a grin. "Has it ever worked?"

"It has! Of course it has!" Joseph hissed, getting more and more emotional by the second. If Caesar didn't know any better, he would've said the brunet was flustered. Still, he pressed on:

"Sure, on schoolgirls probably. Who was the last real woman you kissed? By the way, your grandma doesn't count."

"Hey, you would be lucky to have my grandma! And I have kissed people before."

"But they all managed to resist the power of your "sexy lips"? Mmm, I bet you haven't."

"I have."

"You haven't."

"I have!"

"You haven't!"

"I have!" Joseph yelled; then, entirely out of both's predictions, he seized Caesar's lapels and pulled the blond into a full-mouth kiss. There was no time to think, or even to call out in surprise — all Caesar could feel was the brunet's lips on his, hot and angry and frustrated and actually, really pretty damned sexy. Then Joseph pulled away with a smack, hand flying up to cover his mouth:

"Oh my God! Caesar! I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking straight, and I totally got carried away, and you were just right there, and I... and I just grabbed you, and... and.... Aghh, you're bleeding!"

"N-no, I...?" Caesar tried to speak, but an acute sting from his lower lip cut him off. Did that idiot smash our heads together too quickly...? Still dazed, the blond reflexively stuck his tongue out to lick off the blood — only to realize a split-second later how Joseph's eyes were still stuck on his lips, and how red both of them were suddenly becoming.

"A-ah... well, let me go get the first-aid kit! It would be bothersome if Sensei thought we had a fight or something, wouldn't it...." The brunet blurted out, tearing his gaze away and turning to head for the door. Caesar knew he should have let him leave, but for some reason unbeknownst to even himself, he called out:

"JoJo, wait!"

Joseph's head whipped around just a little too quickly. "Yeah?"

"U-uh...." Caesar's eyes met that sea-green gaze, and once again he felt like he was about to get a heart attack. "Your method, it's... it's... not bad."

"Oh?" Joseph's mouth fell open; he stopped walking and turned all the way around to face the blond. The bubbles in his stomach were churning like crazy, and Caesar suddenly had an urge to bite his lip, but he resisted it with the hyper-awareness of all the reactions it could give rise to. Feeling the silence getting heavier by the second, he stammered:

"W-well, what I mean is you can get girls... wait that's not it, I mean... uh, you probably have kissed before... wait, no, let me... you have sexy lips— wait! Wait! Mamma mia, JoJo, I—"

"Caesar." The gravity in Joseph's voice made him freeze. Caesar swallowed as he watched the brunet approach, each stride ruthlessly cutting down the distance between them. His breathing was even thanks to all the training they endured, but the blond feared that his heart might jump out of his chest at any moment. He had never seen Joseph look this serious, not even during their first encounter with the Pillar Men — but here they were, Caesar about to be backed into the wall because Joseph wouldn't stop advancing with a look on his face that somehow reminded him of Sensei's expression whenever she was about to lose her temper. Is he angry? But why? Wasn't he the one who grabbed me? Did—

"If you wanted to compliment me that badly, you didn't have to wait until after I kissed you to do it~" Joseph broke into a toothy grin, all the seriousness gone from his face. Caesar was more than ready to hit him with a blast of Hamon, when the brunet suddenly continued:

"So? Think you'll be able to resist the power of my sexy lips?"

That's. It. Raising both hands to cup Joseph's smug face, Caesar pulled him down into a kiss. There was a soft grunt of surprise, but Joseph wasted no time in wrapping his arms around the blond, closing the distance between them. His fingers curled around Caesar's hair, tugging as if he wanted him to lean back — but a warning bite on his lip was all it took for the brunet to back off. Not so fast. Caesar liked to take his time with just about any romantic gesture, and kissing Joseph was no different. He kept a gentle but firm grasp on Joseph's head, holding him just there as he took in the sweet scent of his cologne, his growing frustration with each quickening breath, and those lips, soft and wet and absolutely burning as they pressed against his. Feeling the brunet's grip on his back tighten, Caesar sighed with mock exasperation before finally giving Joseph what he wanted. He let his head fall back, and promptly the brunet's tongue slid into his mouth, deepening the kiss until Caesar was practically falling over backwards. Yet Joseph stubbornly clung onto him, his arms glued stuck around Caesar's waist until the blond had to push him away, gasping into what little space there was between them:

"Can't... breathe... idiot."

He heard Joseph chuckle, but it sounded just as breathless. Caesar looked up, and blinked when he saw a smudge of red:

"Did... did I bite you too hard?"

"I'm fine." Joseph grinned, before raising a hand and swiping his thumb across the blond's lower lip. A dull sting jogged Caesar's memory. "It's yours. Should I go get the first-aid kit after all?"

"No, it's fine." Glancing at the clock, Caesar shook his head. "We should go. Sensei's probably waiting for us."

"What if she asks?"

"I'll tell her..." Caesar paused, cracking a small smile as he straightened his jacket. For some reason, all the bubbles in his stomach have disappeared. "... what I'll tell her when she does. Let's go."

He grabbed Joseph's hand and pulled him along to the docks. Little did he know, behind him, a certain pair of sexy lips had curved into a knowing smile....

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Buster

Ava: Are you lot en-route? Buster: 'Course Buster: But we've had one foot out the door for like half an hour, honestly Ava: Good, 'cos I have presents Buster: Yeah? Buster: Pot of gold or what, like Ava: Hardly appropriate for a two-year-old Ava: None for you, soz 💔 Buster: I'd argue it's very appropriate Buster: All the shit he needs haemorrhages cash Ava: You were warned Ava: Extensively Buster: And I ain't sorry I didn't listen Buster: They can all try and sue me Ava: Enter an arena where they aren't the experts? Ava: Doesn't sound like mum and dad Buster: No such arena exists, clearly Buster: Know it all, have done it all Ava: Your degree must be a waste of time then Buster: You'd have to ask 'em what they reckon Buster: But I'd wait til they've got a few more drinks down 'em first, get closer to the truth Ava: Ugh, shut up Ava: You know they're proud of you Buster: Yeah yeah, blah blah Buster: But are you proud of me? Real MVP and everything Ava: When you get your cap and gown Ava: Funny wig, even better Ava: I still only got stuff for the kids and Ri though Ava: I'll chase a 🌈 down ASAP Buster: You're alright Buster: Already got a girlfriend, don't you? Buster: No need to get gayer just to wind me up, Nance has got that covered Ava: Ha, don't even chat to me about annoying Buster: I won't Ava: 😏 Ava: No, you're meant to ask, idiot Ava: You're so lucky you only have a son Buster: Tell me then Buster: I want a girl next Ava: Well she's not coming back, not that I'm surprised Buster: What bullshit excuse did she go with this time? She's got too much work on, girlfriend drama or she just hates fam functions SO MUCH Ava: It was column A presented but 1000% came across as column C Ava: She can be so Buster: I know Buster: Did she try and buy you off with an NYC trip that ain't gonna happen just like the last one didn't? Ava: Twin telepathy is real, yeah? Ava: 🙄 Buster: Fuck that and her Buster: I told you before, when you actually wanna go I'll take you Buster: Then you only have to see her a bearable amount Ava: I know Ava: It'd be interesting to see how long she could hold a conversation with me but yeah Ava: won't happen so Buster: Longer than she can with me or dad, probably slightly less time than she can with mum, depending what mood they are both in Buster: That'd be my bet Buster: Chin up, the good twin is finally on his fucking way Ava: Sounds about right Ava: Good time to tell you to call her yourself later or do you want a drink before you process that? Buster: Bad time to be forced to remember that I told Rio right at the start I wouldn't drink when she couldn't Ava: Honestly, I thought this kid was PLANNED Ava: She couldn't Christmas or New Year either Buster: She was planned, just not by me Ava: 'Course, you would've factored in drinking Ava: Must be their gay agenda Buster: There's loads of shit I'd have factored in Ava: That's your upbringing talking Buster: Shut up Ava: It is though Ava: Personally, I agree its better than the more the merrier approach too Buster: You'll personally be waiting a load more years before you make me play uncle then, yeah? Buster: Good Ava: Ugh Ava: Don't be making me 🤢 just because green is the colour today Buster: Gotta Buster: Who the fuck is there to be jealous of when we're us? Ava: You couldn't go the more traditional routes, no? 🍾🥂 Ava: Seeing as I'm NOT pregnant or being a very supportive partner to someone who is Buster: Come on, who am I? Buster: And you can leave me out of your rites of passage, I've cleaned up enough sick in the name of being a supportive partner Buster: Grace'll hold your hair back for you Ava: There's no need to be old AND boring 😏 Buster: Fuck off Buster: Counting down the days til I can drink you under the table Ava: Dad lets me Buster: There's nothing dad won't let you do Buster: Got him well wrapped around your finger, like Ava: It's not my fault I'm the most lovable Ava: Do better 😋 Buster: That's the one title you can keep Buster: Got all the love I need, cheers Ava: 🤢🥰 Ava: N'awh Buster: Lyla didn't wanna come and hang with the extended fam then? Ava: Wouldn't do that to someone I liked, would I? Buster: Depends how much you like her Ava: Nah Ava: That's all a bit heavy Buster: Well yeah Buster: It would be a trial by fire Ava: Then pissed on Ava: then set on fire again Ava: I like having time away when I come here, you know Ava: Not attached at the hip Buster: I know Ava: I'll send her a hilarious postcard or something Buster: You sounded like Nance there Buster: No need to miss her at all Ava: Fuck off Buster: You're right she'd never write it Buster: Half her holiday would be over before she got the words down Ava: 😂 Ava: Rude Buster: It's fuck all I wouldn't say to her face if she ever bothered to show it Ava: Can no one in this family be nice Ava: Honestly Buster: Come on Buster: I'm nice to you Buster: You ain't even bought me a present Ava: I know, I'm very lovable Ava: Have you got me one? Buster: Yeah but you ain't having it now Ava: Yeah right Ava: I know who gets last word in your house Ava: and Rio is nice to everyone Buster: She's nicest to me and she always does what I say Buster: So you might wanna think again Ava: That's entirely too much information, thank you Ava: you owe me double as compensation Buster: You ain't having two bottles Buster: Keep the first one down and then we'll talk Ava: Challenge accepted Buster: Good Buster: Don't really wanna have to disown you before the day's out Ava: Least there's enough of 'em to fall back on should you get the urge Ava: I'll survive Buster: Keep that quiet around mum, it's still them and us with her Ava: Sounds familiar 🙄 Buster: You're bound to hear it yet again by the time she's had a few Ava: Not if I have anything to do with it Buster: Sounds like you've got a plan Ava: As planned as a party should ever be Buster: Yeah Ava: 💃🎉 Ava: Hurry up Buster: Traffic's worse than London at its finest right now Buster: Everyone on the road's either already wasted or angry they ain't Ava: Stay safe Buster: 'Course Buster: Speaking of, where you staying tonight? Ava: Tipsy childcare is better than no childcare Ava: No need to beg Buster: Shut up, I'll drive you is all I'm saying Ava: Cheers 💙 Buster: I'll cash the IOU when you're sober, like Ava: Better cash it before I cash my 2nd present then Buster: Forget it for now, it's a holiday Ava: That's what I've been saying Buster: You ain't gotta tell me, even if today I can't play as hard as I work Buster: Still not a fucking amateur Ava: Still a McKenna Buster: First and best Ava: Hardly Buster: If we're going by mum's them and us viewpoint, there's hardly any competition Buster: Just you and me, kid Ava: Well I'm just saying, Granddad is gonna be fuming Buster: Everything you learned about wrapping dad round your little finger you got from watching me with him Buster: I ain't worried Ava: Pfft Ava: My baby blues are bluer and my pout is poutier Ava: I'm the new model, boy Buster: 'Cause you need 'em to fall back on Buster: I'm just that good Buster: you're the youngest model that's all Buster: Due a spectacular fuck up about now Ava: You wish Ava: On all counts Buster: Nah, I'm rooting for you Buster: 'Course I am Ava: Mhmm Ava: Dead convincing 😏 Buster: I always am Buster: Wig or no wig Ava: So soppy, you Ava: Have title of my best big brother Buster: That's a copout but whatever Ava: And fussy Ava: Alright best sibling but that isn't much more of an achievement really Buster: Don't worry about it Buster: I know how great I am Ava: Yeah yeah, blah blah Buster: Get me the least shit sounding soft drink and I'll believe you Ava: If there's anything being tragically underage has taught me Ava: 👍 Buster: Cheers Buster: See you in 5 Ava: Bring your cute kid Buster: I taught him how to say “Sláinte” earlier so you'll be able to rate my achievements for yourself Buster: He ain't just a pretty face Ava: 🥺🥰 Ava: What a face though Buster: I can't take all the credit Buster: He takes after his mother Buster: Tell her how good she looks when we get in, yeah? I'm living a nightmare Ava: 'Course Ava: I've got a girlfriend, remember Ava: I know the drill, just amp up period level love 1000% for a pregnant bitch Buster: My wife ain't a insecure teenager Buster: But I appreciate the sentiment Buster: Just don't call her a bitch ever again Ava: I say it with love Ava: from one to another Ava: but got it, I'll remind her she's old Buster: Don't Buster: It'll be your funeral Ava: 😂 I only like winding you u Ava: p Ava: Don't need anyone crying on me Buster: Good Buster: I don't need to be breaking up any girl fights Buster: Especially when I've taught you both everything I know Ava: Even if me hitting a girl is more acceptable than you, I think everyone draws the line at a pregnant one Buster: Fine, I don't wanna pick you up off the floor once she's knocked you out and do a concussion test after someone pours a pint over you to bring you round Buster: I was trying to soften the blow of how it'll play out since I'd be powerless to stop the actual Ava: And I thought you were in the festive spirit Ava: 🙄 Ava: I'll take back this virgin cocktail, like 😏 Buster: Not without any spirits in me Buster: You'll have to take what you can get Ava: Few folk songs and you'll be well into it Buster: Voice of an angel, obviously Buster: Could've been a choir boy if not for everything else Ava: You took living vicariously a wee bit hard with the name already Buster: You'd have preferred me to name him after a silent film star, yeah? Ava: That was pure wishful thinking 🙊🤐🤫 Buster: Fucked over as my boy's been by not being named Rudolph Valentino or Roscoe Arbuckle, I reckon he'll be alright Buster: Cheers though Ava: I think Fatty murdered someone Ava: so as far as aspirations go, you're in the right direction Buster: I always am Buster: Never a misstep made, no matter what mum and dad say Ava: Alright 👼 its St Paddy's not confessional Ava: and the priest would be rare pissed off if you waltzed in and said you'd never done anything wrong 😂 Buster: He'd be a fine one to talk Ava: The drama of it all Buster: Again, I don't need to be told Buster: There's a kid here asking for you, except shouting's more the word Ava: He gets it 👏 Ava: 💃 Buster: Come out before he legs it in

[cutegirlmayra]

Ello! I'm a big fan of all your work, and I just want to request a prompt if that's alright. Sometimes I like to imagine that the Sonic Boom characters are really just older versions of themselves from the games, thus their personalities has changed a little. For example, Amy is no longer openly obsessing over Sonic. I was wondering if you can write a story that takes place between the Modern!Sonic timeline and Sonic Boom timeline where Sonic starts to notice and question Amy's new personality.

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Aw, thank you so much! This is a wonderful concept to work with! I hope I do it justice ^^

Prompt:

“Oh my hero!!!” A small Amy Rose held her arms out to embrace him.

Why does she do that? Can’t she tell I’m-

Sonic let the strange girl embrace him, but he stepped back a bit; exaggerating his movements as he tried to lightly put his hands to the sides of her shoulders.

With a light tug, he was able to have her let go.

She never seemed to care or notice that he would let her have her movement, before moving on.

But as she got older… She would take any opportunity to try and get closer to him.

It was so exhausting…

Sonic looked up from the outdoor table at the ‘date’ Amy arranged, wagging his foot out that balanced on his knee while he waited anxiously for the day to be over.

At the end of it, Amy insisted on him taking her for a run, even when she would voice that she was getting tried of him simply carrying her all the time. 

She wanted something more… something interesting.

I was always nervous it wasn’t enough for her anymore…

Sonic frowned as she once again would hug him… but this time,…

Before he could even lightly touch her shoulder, she already started to pull away.

At first, he smiled shyly, but now he looked surprised.

Her face… was distant.

Why is she so sad?

Was it something I said?

Sonic began to look over his shoulder, and realize that Amy wasn’t as enthusiastic about keeping up with him on his adventures like she used to be.

Life began to shift, and suddenly she was more interested in little projects here and there then chasing after him.

Puzzled… Sonic took the opportunity to engage her back into his life.

When Tails mentioned an Island where a small village lived, and that they could spend some relaxing years there while Eggman set up camp; he took the chance to see her again.

 With Eggman building a lair there… it was probably best the team hung out there to make sure he wasn’t up to no good.

Would the village be able to defend themselves without him and his team? Pfft.

Sonic smirked and raced off to get Amy, trying to find her anywhere he could.

Amy… Amy… Where are you?

It was always easy for Amy to find Sonic.

And for the first time…

He envied that.

Amy… Amy… Amy..?!

He spotted her in a shop, not having seen her in quite some time.

“Amy!…huh?”

He was shocked to see her so grown… a figure in a new look, a lady instead of a child.

She turned around and smiled. The features on her face still resembled the girl he knew… but something was somehow…

Different.

“Amy…”

“Oh, Sonic!” She happily waved.

He was used to her at least running up to him…

He shook himself out of it, and walked up. “Tails found out where Eggman was vacay-ing too. Want to ruin his fun?” He smirked, gesturing a thumb behind him.

“What do you mean? Like… we’re all going to live there?” Amy blinked her eyes, as Sonic opened his own excited ones and nodded, leaning up.

Amy’s eyes widened, and he was proud to show off his height now~

“Yep! What do ya say!? Up for some more adventures?”

“An island..?” Amy looked away smiling as she seemed to think about it.

She put a hand up to cup her cheek. “Oh! Beaches and jungles! New adventures! And everyone being so close again! How could I refuse?!” She excitedly squealed, kicking a leg up and out.

“Heh, nice try, Amy.” Sonic stuck his nose up, “But just because the island is small, doesn’t mean you’ll be able to catch me off guard or anything.”

It was mostly said to be sarcastic and humorous, but he was surprised by her response.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter. It’ll be fun to hang out, but I’m more excited about getting a tan!” She turned to the fabric and picked something out. “Besides, you’ll probably see me fighting off Eggman too! I’ve changed a lot in a few years! Oh, I see you let your hair grow out on your arms? Nice!” she lightly went to feel, before giggling and turning back, flinging a brown fabric towards him.

“Hmm… This one is good, but maybe this outfit won’t go well with a scarf..?” she kept looking around, before flapping her hands out as if giving up. “Oh, who am I kidding. It’s a ISLAND! I won’t need a scarf!” she laughed and dashed out, before waving off to him.

“See you at Tails’s, Sonic!”

He held the brown fabric… almost hurt by the fact she didn’t flirt back or even try too…

He looked down at the scarf…

“…Maybe you won’t try…” he tied the fabric around his neck like a bandanna, and then smirked, turning around. “But I haven’t given up so easily! And I know you haven’t either!” He dashed towards Tails, admiring his new fashion statement.

He held it up by a hand before taking a sniff and looking up. “All she needs is another push… shouldn’t be a problem!”

However…

Arriving on the island, Amy acted more like a ‘chum’ than she did beforehand…

It was easier for him to be around her, but odder for him to see her the way he used too.

It was kinda sad for him, to see her not even try and make a move, but also made things more comfortable in that he could always be around her and not feel the need to keep any walls up.

They ended up getting closer…

And when Amy did make plans for something, she never called them ‘dates’, and he was able to say ‘yes’ to more alone time with her.

He… kinda liked that.

It was casual, easy, free…

“That was fun, Ames!” Sonic stated, walking her home one day before she stopped laughing and turned to look at him.

“Ames?”

She seemed almost touched, as he turned around and put his hands down from behind his head, scratching his nose and avoiding her stare.

“Oh yeah. I thought it’d be a good idea for a nickname. It doesn’t bother you, does it? I know it’s not really original or nothing, but it’s quick, rolls off the tongue, kinda cute when you say it right and well-”

She suddenly hugged him.

He was surprised, it had been a long time…

His arms came down and so did his eyelids, but she pulled away right before he could even try and return the embrace…

He nervously moved back as if he wasn’t going to hold her back.

“H-heh.. what was that for?” he acted cool, playing it off as he lightly rubbed his arm, growing… strangely more awkward and nervous than he ever had before…

“Oh, just a thank you…. Sonic.” she smiled… something he could never pull his eyes from.

He smiled back.

“Glad it made ya happy,… Ames.” he winked.

She nodded and continued to her home, “Well, this is my place. Sorry for the hug, by the wa-”

He slammed his hand on the door at lightning speeds, suddenly stopping her from advancing as she flinched back, and turned to him as he leaned on the door.

His elbow now kept it shut as he looked to her and then away, trying to once again seem ‘casual’ and ‘cool’.

“Sorry? F-f-for what? I’m used to it. It’s been a while. Ehem. Are those shoes new?” he looked down.

She raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem to realize he was stalling…

“Hehe, the whole outfits new, Sonic.” she looked down and moved her shoes around, showing off before flipping her hair and posing a second. “Haven’t you noticed?”

“More than you’d think…”

“Huh?” she blinked her eyes open as he stared at her…

“Bah-wh-wha-whelp!” he clapped his hands and moved off the door, before gesturing to it and swaying his arms out that way. “You’re probably tried and haa~ So am I~” he stretched and faked a yawn. “You should get to bed. I’ll um… just… walk around here.” he kicked a foot out, putting his hands behind his back and whistling as he took off with a merry little bounce in his step.

she was still suspicious, but figured- this was Sonic we’re talking about- and looked up, shaking her head at even thinking the thought, before heading inside.

When she closed the door… Sonic turned back to it, his smile suddenly becoming a genuine look of missing her.

Now that Amy’s holding back… I’m starting to want some of the old days back…

He sighed, his shoulders coming down as he looked forlorned and kicked a rock out.

Guess I’m just a few years too late…

His eyes suddenly lit up as he looked to her window.

Or maybe.. just too slow!

He looked around and a few feet away, there was a sunflower that was lying on the ground. Probably blown off from the strong winds the islands got.

He opened his mouth wide into a grin, and looked back at her window.

He took some courage and grabbed the flower, heading up to the window.

However…

Before he could surprise her, he heard her conversing on the phone.

“Boyfriend? Oh please! I’ve moved on since then!”

His face sunk a little… his excitement leaving him suddenly…

She waited a second before responding to the person on the phone. “Emhmm. I’m a new woman now! you know what that means! The world is mine for the taking and I don’t need any stinkin’ man!”

Sonic dropped the flower into the room and dashed off.

“Haha! That’s right! And this time..-”

Well, if that was the case… might as well just let life take it’s course…

Get close while I still could be close…

-What he didn’t hear-

Phone: So you’re not gonna call him your boyfriend anymore?

“Boyfriend? Oh please! I’ve moved on since then!”

Phone: Oh.. you’re taking on a new strategy then!?

“Emhmm. I’m a new woman now! You know what that means! The world is mine for the taking and I don’t need any stinkin’ man!”

Phone: hahaah, that’s right! Only a ‘Hero’ will do!

“Haha! That’s right! And this time…-

                                         I’m gonna make that Sonic respect me!

                                                        With his own free will….

                                                                He’s gonna fall and chase me into love!”

Phone: Good luck, Amy! Me and Cheese are rooting for you! ‘Chao Chao!’

Amy hung up the phone after saying goodbye, before almost stepping on something that crumbled slightly under her feet.

Reaching down, she touched her heart and admired the beautiful sunflower, before looking around and up at her roof’s window.

“Did you get blown in here, little fella?” she smiled and looked down at it, putting it into a water jar.

“There. Now you can flourish in a new home!” She lightly stroked the petals. “Much like something else I hope will grow..”

(I thought the progression would look something like this..? xP Idk)

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