#I’m in such a funky mood right now

[tightjeansjavi]

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How do you mourn something that you never lost because it was never yours lol

[clingylilhoneybee]

Havin a day

[babyleostuff]

── HOME

✩ THEME: fluff, attempt at humour + a bit of angst mainly due to jungkook being away in the military ✩ PAIRING: idol!jungkook x fem!reader ✩ WORD COUNT: 871

“bam!” you yelled out, “stop scratching the door and come for dinner, baby!” 

it was weird to say the least. usually, all you had to do was to pass by the food bowls for bam to be on high alert and ready to be served lunch, tail wagging and ears pointy, but now… he was nowhere near as interested in the 99% meat protein boosters mixed with the whole grain chicken clusters (jungkook loved buying bam all of the funky and fancy food) as he was in the entrance door. 

you sighed, as you heard another scratch. “bam,” you said for the twentieth time in the last five minutes, “dinner is ready,” you crouched down, and placed his bowls on the feeder stand. “if you don’t eat it, i will,” you muttered under your nose, and lowered your head to rest it on your lap. 

these were the moments when you missed jungkook the most. 

as if bam could sense the sudden shift in your mood, he slowly padded over to where you were crouching, his nails tapping against the wooden floors, and nudged you with his snout. “finally changed your mind, hm?” you giggled, scratching your big baby behind his ears. almost as if he could understand your words, he nodded his head excitedly, nearly knocking one of the bowls over. 

“okay big boy, let’s calm down and eat.” 

but before bam could even get a sniff of his food, a quiet, yet very familiar sound drew your attention back to the entrance door. the doberman didn’t waste a second and started barking like crazy, which did not help your paranoia that something was off. jungkook made sure that bam underwent all the necessary training to avoid situations like this one, and never since you’ve met bam had he acted so chaotic and unlike himself. besides, you couldn’t open the door to your apartment with the code anymore since the touchpad was broken, and the only people with keys were you and your boyfriend. 

and jungkook was far away from here, so… 

technically bam could protect you and jungkook in case of a break-in, but you didn’t want to be left without a weapon, so you grabbed the nearest candlestick so you could stab the intruder with a half burned candle. 

“bam, come here,” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. 

you managed to grab him by his collar just as the intruder slowly opened the door, so much so that you could take a peek at one of the black military boots that was… oddly familiar. then the person threw a large backpack inside. that’s probably where he’d pack all the things he planned on stealing from your home. mhm, over my dead body. the only thing you were ready to give away were jungkook’s underwear - they took way too much space in the closet. 

you held onto bam a bit tighter as the intruder grunted, and threw inside another duffel bag. wow, so this was a big heist. 

“don’t move!” you shouted out, and raised your hand with the candlestick. “i’m armed and i have a doberman, so if i were you i’d find another place to rob.” 

but before you could unleash the beast in the form of a scaredy-cat doberman though, you heard a giggle. and not any giggle. 

it was the giggle you fell in love with after hearing it for the first time. it belonged to you best friend, to your one and only love, to your comfort person that you’d look out for in any crowd. 

but it was impossible because he wasn't supposed to be home for the next month.

the intruder pushed the door so you could finally take a proper look at the person who was about to rob you. expect for- “hi, baby,” jungkook smiled, and crooked his head in amusement taking in your form. 

with a candlestick in your hand, and crouched over the dog holding onto him for dear life, jungkook couldn’t think of a better welcome back home. “it’s good to know the apartment is safe in your arms,” he laughed, as the realisation hit you. 

he was there. jungkook was standing right in front of you. 

you dropped your makeshift weapon and squealed, quickly making your way over to your boyfriend. “what? why?” you breathed, and threw your hands around his shoulders, that seemed even wider now. as much as you hated being away from him, god - he looked hot as fuck in the uniform. “what are you doing here?” you finally managed to ask. 

jungkook circled one of his strong arms around your waist, keeping your feet off the ground, and cupped your cheek with his other hand, stroking it gently. “you’re really here, aren’t you?” you slowly pulled the cap off his head to get a better look at him, and ran your hair through the short, black strands that were sticking in all different directions. the scar on his cheek, the mole under his lips, the doe eyes.

“i am,” he smiled. jungkook didn’t have to say how much he had missed you - you could see it all in his eyes, and that meant more than a thousand words.

[bbina]

there was only a day left til the staycation at anton’s villa comes to an end. everyone was tired from the past few days of activities (the hike, the campfire, and the beach day) everyone all collectively decide they’d spend the last two days just indoors. right now everyone was just in their respective rooms, starting to pack to return back to seoul in the next following days

you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, reflecting on everything that has happened in your life for the past week. first, sungchan gets a girlfriend, that of which he didn’t even tell you. second, wonbin, out of all people is your ”fake” boyfriend that you accidentally dragged into your own mess out of spite. you wondered if everything would be different if you didn’t slip up. maybe, just maybe you didn’t feel the need to drag wonbin into this mess. maybe if you just accepted–

your little train of thought gets interrupted when you hear soft knocks at your door.

“come in” you say, sitting up from your bed. it was probably wonbin

wonbin comes in with a small smile on his face. “brought my guitar like you said” he smiles, letting himself in your room and closing the door

wonbin starts to sit on the ground when you stop him

“sit here instead” you say, patting on the empty space next to you on the bed

wonbin’s eyes widens. before he can say anything you insist on letting him sit next to you.

“you’re acting like we didn’t just act like a couple the whole day” you tease, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie, pulling him on the bed. all day you've done nothing but hang out with wonbin in front of the guys. being all clingy with him and all that funky shit couples do

“oh shut up” wonbin rolls his eyes, plopping down right next to you.

you give him a small smile, watching him strum his guitar to some songs. unintentionally setting the mood in the room

you can hear wonbin softly humming along to the songs he’s playing. it makes your heart skip a beat. you rapidly shake your head, mentally slapping yourself for even thinking of wonbin in such way.

“so..?” wonbin starts, breaking the silence, putting away his guitar as he couldn’t handle the quietness in the room anymore. not especially when it’s from you. the girl that usually bothers him and yaps all day. wonbin did not like the fact that for once you were quiet

“what’s on your mind?” he asks, placing his arms behind his head as he stares directly at your eyes

“why do you always assume i got a lot in my mind?”

“because most of the time when no one’s looking it looks like you’re going through a lot of things” wonbin points out in a joking matter. “unless you’re just all no thoughts head empty”

you let out a little gasp and grab your stuffed animal that you brought to the trip and threw it at him.

“rude!”

“i’m kidding!”

you start contemplating if it was even worth mentioning that you finally feel sorry for yourself when all you could’ve done was to move on. now that he’s here and the trip is seemingly coming to an end, might as well

“i’m really am sorry for dragging you into this, bin” you murmur, turning away from wonbin. wonbin simply raises his brows, surprised by your apology

“i shouldn’t have dragged you into my own mess. now everything is all weird since i think eunseok doesn’t trust me anymore, everyone is acting weird to us and i just.. i’m sorry” you shakily say, putting your hands all over your face to hide it from his gaze.

wonbin sighs and reaches out for your hand. he carefully removes them from your face.

“how many times do i have to tell you, it’s okay. i really don’t mind it at all” wonbin reassures, he starts wondering if this is why you wanted to hang out.

“is this why you wanted to hangout?” he asks

you shake your head no. that’s not exactly the reason. at first you wanted to just chill and have some company but when you were left alone with your thoughts, it just took a whole different turn

“not really. i feel like this whole thing finally caught up with me and.. yeah” you say

wonbin hums, you probably had a lot in mind right now.

“let’s play 21 questions” wonbin suddenly sits up, looking at you with a bright look. this way you can talk things out

“that’s so random?” you quip, 21 questions?

wonbin shrugs, “you seem to have a lot in mind so might as well just ask you a bunch of random shit to get them off your mind”

he’s not wrong. you do have some stuff in mind but whatever. fuck it you ball.

the questions starts easy like what’s your favorite color, favorite childhood memory with eunseok, bucket lists and more. as you both delve deeper into your late-night conversation, you find yourselves exploring intriguing topics that spark laughter, introspection, and even a touch of sarcasm.

“what’s your love language?” wonbin suddenly asks

you gave him a weird look. love language? seriously? that’s his next question after what your embarrassing moment at school was?

“what kind of question is that” you stifle in your laughter. in retrospect, you don’t really know what’s your preferred love language. not that you even have any experiences that would leave you with an answer

“like how do you like receiving love or something.. mine is physical touch and probably words of affirmation” wonbin trails off, trying to think of other things he likes

now that you think about it, wonbin is a little touchy. he always had to be near you or touching you in one way or another. he also communicates a lot with you. always calming down your nerves or when you keep apologizing for the smallest things

“then i like quality time? i don’t know i just like hanging out with people” you shrug, giving up on the question

wonbin nods and continues asking more questions like what’s your favorite animal, your favorite fashion item, luxury brand and more

“okay i just thought about this but don’t get mad okay?” wonbin starts, “in some alternate universe or something, if you and sungchan were to be a couple, do you think you’d be happier?”

that question caught you off guard. you gave wonbin a weird look, “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

wonbin holds out his hands in defense, “that’s why i said don’t get mad! but don’t get the wrong idea, i’m just curious”

you start to think about the endless scenarios imaginable if you and sungchan were to date. sure, it’s gonna be a dream but now that you think about it, if you and sungchan were a couple, you don’t think you’d be the person you are now.

“if me and sungchan were to date, i don’t think i’d be here right now” you start laughing, “i mean it would probably be real sweet and all but i’ll never experience shit like this, like being in a fake relationship to get over him” you nudge wonbin

wonbin laughs, “am i supposed to feel flattered?”

“i guess? i mean it’s not all the time you invite yourself to a fake relationship”

“okay next question, if i wasn’t beside you that night at the campfire, who would you have asked to be your fake boyfriend?” wonbin’s full attention was on you at this point. you didn’t expect him to be so curious and talkative about your life

“next question” you dismiss. not because you didn’t want to answer but you didn’t have anyone in mind. hell, you didn’t even know you were gonna bet that desperate to even ask someone in the group to be your fake boyfriend

“oh come on! i know you probably had someone in mind” wonbin boos at your lame answer

you roll your eyes, “that’s because i don’t! i didn’t even think i’d get into a fake relationship that same night!” you defend yourself, “guess you were unlucky enough to sit next to me back there” you poke your tongue at wonbin who laughs at your answer

“you were lucky it was me! i mean, you couldn’t fool everyone if you chose someone else to be your fake boyfriend” wonbin says smugly. if you were to choose between sohee and seunghan, everyone would’ve probably thought you were joking

“and you take pride in that because?” you raise an eyebrow at wonbin who simply shrugs

“because i’m good at playing boyfriend” he winks. you burst out laughing at his response. he wasn’t wrong though. he was good at this whole act. maybe a little too good that it got you rethinking the whole situation

you won’t lie to yourself, wonbin is a good looking guy. he knows how to play the guitar, he knows how to cook, he’s surprisingly good with words, he’s basically the whole package.

wonbin was the perfect candidate for your whole dilemma. he never overstepped the boundaries you placed between the two of you. he never tried taking it to the next level in front of the guys. he respected your wishes and you couldn’t have asked for more

“anyway!” you break the silence, “what question are we on?”

wonbin yawns, “to be honest i don’t know anymore but i have one more question..” wonbin pauses for a moment

“have you ever had your first kiss yet?” wonbin asks. curious of your love life.

“i dont think so..?” you say slowly that it almost came out as a question

wonbin chortles, you let out a small gasp at his reaction. was he making fun of you for not having any action

“what’s with the laugh?! so what if i never had my first kiss yet?” you pout

wonbin wipes a tear from his eyes. finding this whole conversation funny. cute, wonbin thinks to himself as he stares at you longingly.

“laugh all you want but just remember it’s not like i have any guy i could kiss at any moment!” you rambled, feeling embarrassed at the lack of romantic action in your life. damn you eunseok and your tight watch!

“i can teach you if you want” wonbin suddenly blurts out, even surprising himself. you widened your eyes at his sudden offer. wonbin kissing you? what the fuck

you don’t know what came over you but you scooted closer to wonbin. your nose barely touching his cheek. you suddenly jerk your head towards him, startling him in the process. your face was dangerously close to his

“would you really?” you ask, considering his outrageous offer. there was no harm in this right? it’s just a little offer by your fake boyfriend who you’re not supposed to be kissing. fake couples don’t kiss. of course they don’t, but..

wonbin shrugs and you take that as a yes

“this will just be a one time thing and we’ll never EVER talk about this ever again. got it?” you gave wonbin a look as you mentally prepare and brace yourself for what’s about to come.

“fine by me” wonbin nods, also gettng nervous on where this was going. he didn’t expect you’d actually say yes. he was just simply messing around but if you’re okay with it then..

“should i close my eyes?” you ask, already rethinking your choices in life. there was no backing out of this now. what have you gotten yourself into?

“if you’d like..” wonbin trails off. his hands are shaking with the anticipation. why the fuck did he even say he’d teach you if he was nervous himself? wonbin will never know

with a deep breath, your close your eyes.

“alright.. i’m leaning in now” wonbin warns you, just so you know he wasn’t being invasive to your personal bubble. you two did have a rule about keeping an inch of space between you if the guys weren’t around.

your two bodies are now dangerously close to each other. you can feel his breath fanning your face as he hovers over you. wonbin mentally calms himself down by repeatedly thinking that this was just nothing but a friendly kiss. just a friend teaching you, who never had a first kiss

and so your lips touch.

wonbin’s lips lingers for a while, all caught up in the moment. he could be imagining it but it feels like fireworks just went off. this feels so right but so wrong at the same time. you two shouldn’t be doing this. friends don’t normally kiss each other

even if he didn’t want to pull away yet, wonbin had to

“congrats! you just had your first kiss” wonbin claps his hands together awkwardly. feeling shy to face you all of a sudden. you sit there stunned by the whole thing. you just had your first kiss right there. with wonbin at that

his lips were so soft. something you’ll never forget. something you know you’ll be yearning for

wonbin couldn’t sit still with your stunned silence. was it bad? was it a bad idea? did you regret it? did he make the right choice by even offering you how to kiss?

all his questions were out the window when you suddenly crash your lips against his again.

you threw your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, as if he was going anywhere. wonbin is undeniably shocked by your actions. his hands fly to your waist as you two make out in bed

a heated make out session later, you and wonbin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process what the fuck just happened

“we don’t talk about this.. ever” you breathe out, looking up at the ceiling in complete awe. you just had your very first kiss– a make out session at that with your fake boyfriend, wonbin. that one rule about no kssing was now crossed out on your list

“indeed” wonbin agrees, also in complete disbelief at what just happened. his lips swollen and hair all disheveled. the way you were kissing him like no tomorrow made wonbin think that your whole rant about not having a first kiss yet was all a lie because what the fuck

you two lay in bed in silence after that. it was silent but just enough for it not to be uncomfortable. wonbin maneuvers his arm under your head, fixing your position with your head now on top of his chest.

the realization hits you with the way you are positioned right now. in bed, in wonbin’s arms, lips swollen, his hoodie on you, in a house where your brother and best friends are present where they can barge in at any given point in time

you widened your eyes as you try to pull yourself away from wonbin.

“wonbin—“

“shh.. relax, just this once” he mumbles, eyes closed as he leans his head on top of yours

you freeze in your spot but ultimately melt into his arms

“hmm.. this is what i like” wonbin continues to mumble, his satoori accent beginning to show

not even a moment later you feel him go heavy and you start to hear light snores.

oh god. this can’t be happening right now

“wonbin” you call, giving him a little nudge but to no avail, he is out cold.

with his body heat and the way he feels like a weighted blanket, you feel yourself start to get drowsy as well.

you look up at the sleeping boy next to you and you start to trace his face with your finger. delicately sliding them across his cheeks, to the bridge of your nose, up to his pouty lips.

you fear that you are starting to fall for park wonbin.

the last thing you remember was wonbin pulling you closer than ever and you were out like a light.

between the lines ★ pillow talk ⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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[rorywritesjunk]

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

You decide to ask Buggy an important question but he has major doubts.

Rating: PG-13 just because of mentions of sex but nothing graphic at all. Warning: Insecure Buggy, mentions of an ex who was not nice to Buggy (no physical abuse, one mention of possible verbal abuse). There's a misunderstanding, there's tears, Buggy just isn't sure of anything. Mild angst. Lots of 'I love you's. A/N: A request from a lovely Anon wanting Buggy to be the one getting proposed to! This was sweet to write and I managed to get it done in one night. It just happened. And it was good to get it out of my system. Title comes from "Your Song" by Elton John.

All you said to Buggy at breakfast that morning was for him to dress nice and meet you on the docks after the work was done for the day. It didn’t ring suspicious to him at all, you had been talking about having a date night for a while, one away from the crew, the ship, just the two of you at some little restaurant or cafe, whatever it was you were in the mood for. Lately it had been crepes but to Buggy, that was more breakfast food than dinner. 

So he did as you requested, even washing his face to refresh his makeup, making sure the bones on his forehead were perfect, the blue around his eyes the right amount of sparkly, and even made sure the red around his mouth was applied a little thicker than usual so he could cover your face with it when he kissed you (one of his favorite things to do). He made sure his clothes looked their best (a little grubby, maybe even a little bit of blood on the front) and perched his hat on his head, his long blue hair threaded to the top and coming off the sides; you said it reminded you of waterfalls when you first saw his hair that way and he brushed off his face turning red by insisting the sun was in his eyes, even though it was evening time inside a dimly lit pub.

You’d been together for three years now, the anniversary having been just two weeks ago. The two of you celebrated with a bottle of rum, no clothes, and the two of you spent the entire day together in the captain’s quarters. Buggy wondered if this was a followup to that, but you didn’t say anything about the anniversary this morning, just that you wanted to take him out. And he was fine with it, it was a nice break from the same ol’ food on the ship. 

He only waited a few minutes down at the docks when you showed up. To you, dressing nice was your performance clothing. Loose fitting black and gray striped pants, your black ankle high boots, and a snug fitting black vest with a dark red liner. Honestly, it was Buggy’s favorite thing to see you wear and his favorite thing to take off you.

“So, where are we going?” He asked as you walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You got me all dressed up and nowhere to go, love.”

“I’m taking you out, don’t fuss.” You told him as you took his gloved hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as you led him to the streets. He looked around as he followed you, taking in the sights, sounds, and smell of the town. It was like any port town, really, with the fishy smells, the movement of people, and the sounds of chattering all around. He caught a whiff of a particularly funky smell and he made a face, frowning at you as you walked.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked as you made a sudden turn down an alley. “Hope it smells better than where we just were.”

“It will.” You squeezed his hand to reassure him, glancing back with a grin. He trusted you, sure, but the alley was narrow, there were some doors, garbage, stored goods, nothing that really said romantic but at the same time, the two of you didn’t really fit the definition.

Hell, the two of you met at a bar years ago. He was drinking away his shattered heart while you were showing off your ability to swallow swords in front of a crowd, snatching handfuls of berry from the spectators and stuffing it down your shirt for safe keeping. He caught your eye right as you opened your mouth and tilted your head back, allowing the sword to safely slip down your throat. You gave him a wink as the hilt touched your lips.

He was in love and forgot all about whats-their-name.

And Buggy moves fast. He invited you to join his band of freaks while you were between his legs in his room, demonstrating your swallowing abilities in person. You called it an audition while he called it a first date. 

That was three and a half years ago. It took him six months to actually get the courage to ask if you wanted to be with him as a couple, no other hookups or things like that. Just you and him, because well, Buggy sometimes didn’t really know how to express his feelings and he didn’t know if he should just say he was in love with you or if that would come off too strong? Would it scare you off the ship and out of his life? And he got nervous when you didn’t respond, but he also chose the worst time to ask as you were practicing your technique with two swords this time, but your eyes were comically large as you stared at him in shock. 

You couldn’t really speak (Buggy thought from disgust but again, swords down your throat) so you just took his hand and gave it a squeeze to reassure him.

It felt like forever until you finally stopped in front of a door at the end of the alley. Buggy looked around, wondering where you two were, when you looked at him with a big smile and opened the door for him, gesturing for him to go in. He did so, straightening his hat before stepping over the threshold. 

The smell of something savory hit him almost immediately before the sounds of people cooking came next. The place was small, only a few tables, one of which was occupied already with a couple who were staring lovingly into each other’s eyes over candlelight. It was a little much. You led him to a table and pulled his chair out for him, still smiling as he sat down. This wasn’t really what he expected. White, wrought iron tables with doilies decorating the top. The chairs matched with pink seat cushions tied to them. Pink and white candles were lit in the middle, casting a warm glow at those seated at the table. Buggy looked over at you while a server came over with menus and water glasses for the two of you. 

“How… did you hear of this place?” He asked as he looked around while you took your seat. “It’s an interesting… choice.”

“Heard about it by chance.” You told him as you opened the menu. “Been craving crepes and they have good ones apparently.”

“That’s breakfast food.” He pointed out as he glanced over the menu. He’d just get something savory but have something sweet to take back to the ship. “You’re weird.”

“I love you too, Buggy.” You chuckled as you set the menu down, smiling at him from across the table. He tried to ignore you, hiding his blushing face behind the menu. Even after three years, he still wasn’t used to those words being directed at him. He said it back to you, of course, and showed you in different ways how he loved you, but you would just say it whenever you felt like it, catching him off guard, sometimes making him stumble over his words, but you meant it when you said it. 

When he finally set the menu down, you reached across the table for his hand. He let you hold it without much thought, your thumb brushing over his knuckles softly while your other hand reached into your pocket. Your smile looked a bit nervous now and he wondered what you were doing; your hand came up to the table with a small black box in it and he wondered what the hell was going on.

And then the box was opened, revealing a gold ring. Buggy leaned forward to get a better look at it, squinting in the candlelight. It was gold, he could see that, and the design almost looked like the blade of a sword with a stone where the hilt would be. He looked between you and the box, a frown appearing on his face as you took the ring out of the box and held it out to him.

“What the hell is that?” He asked, voice cracking nervously as you chuckled, looking just as nervous as him.

“I love you, Buggy.” You told him again. “And… and I saw this ring at our last stop and thought it would look so good on you, y’know? The stone reminded me of the color of your eyes and the design reminded me of us and and how we met… and I realized how much you mean to me and how great these last few years have been-”

“Is this a breakup ring?” He demanded angrily, jerking his hand back and knocking his water glass over. He pushed back from the table to avoid the spill. “Why the hell would you give that to me?! You should have just said something if you didn’t want to be with me!”

‘What? It’s, it’s not a breakup ring, that’s not a thing, Buggy!” You told him with a laugh; he glared at you, whether over the ring or the laugh, you weren’t sure, so you grabbed his hand once more. “Buggy, I’m asking you to marry me, you goof.”

Marry me.

Oh. So, not a breakup ring. Not that that’s a real thing anyway.

“Why?” He asked suspiciously.

“Why what, Buggy?”

He didn’t pull back this time, the glare turning into a perplexed expression as he looked across the table at you. Was this for real or some kind of joke? You never played a joke on him in the past, that wasn’t your thing. His ex did that sometimes: say something cruel to Buggy then claim it was just a joke, don’t be so sensitive, Bugs, geez when he would even look a bit upset. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“No?”

“It’s not funny.” He shook his head and pulled back, leaving his hand with you as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. The couple at the other table were holding hands and smiling at each other over the candlelight. It was kind of gross. “I’m not laughing.”

“Buggy, I promise it’s not a joke.” You insisted, the nervousness gone and replaced with concern. “I want to marry you, babe, really.”

He glanced over at you quickly before looking away again. It was hard not to think of it as a joke. Why would you want to marry him? You said you loved him all the time, whether it was waking him up with kisses and kind words, over breakfast when you brought him your coffee, after practices and performances, and always before, during, and after sex. But that didn’t mean you would want to marry him. He figured that was something that wouldn’t ever happen to him. 

You wanted him to know you loved him unconditionally, that the ring meant that, but his reaction to it wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t want to draw attention to him, noting that the kitchen seemed to get a bit quieter since you pulled the ring out and the server hadn’t come by yet. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to smile. 

“Do… you need to think about it?” You asked as you put the ring back in the box. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s… that’s okay. We probably should have talked about it before I sprung it on you.” You closed the box and stuck it back in your pocket before squeezing his hand once more. “Buggy, I’m sorry if I upset you.”

I’m sorry if I upset you. That… that was a phrase he wasn’t used to hearing until you came into his life. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before he turned to look back at you. He wanted to ignore the way your eyes glistened with tears as you picked the menu back up to look at it. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked. 

“Because I’m upset.” You told him with a sniff. “I’m upset that I… I made you uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” He waited a moment before saying, “D’you really want to marry me?”

You looked over the top of the menu with a nod and sniffle. “Really.”

“Really?” He didn’t sound convinced.

“Yes, really.” You said, lowering the menu and wiping at your eyes. “I am asking Captain Buggy the Clown, the Flashiest Fool I’ve ever met, for his hand in marriage. I want to marry you because I love you, Buggy.” You hesitated before reaching into your pocket and pulling the box back out. “I love you so much, you take such good care of me, of the rest of the freaks, and… I feel so lucky you chose me.”

He didn’t say anything as he straightened his hand out for you, wiggling his ring finger. You took the ring out of the box and watched him as you slowly slid it onto his finger. He pulled his hand back to look at it, tilting his hand in different ways to get the perfect view of the stone in the candlelight. Finally, he nodded, clearing his throat as he held his hand back over to you. 

“Y-Yes.” He said, voice catching, sounding just a bit higher before he cleared his throat again. “You can have the honor of marrying me.” 

“Yea?” A grin slowly started to spread across your face. “Really, Buggy? It’s a yes?”

“Well, it’s not a no.” He said with a shrug. “If you’ll have me, of course, baggage and all.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You chuckled as you brought his hand closer, kissing the knuckle above his ring finger before looking up at him with a big smile. “I love you, Buggy, baggage and all.”

He couldn’t help but glance over at the couple. They were looking in your direction, having now heard some of the conversation. Buggy pulled his hand away from you and held his hand up, showing off the ring to them.

“Yea, I’m getting married. How ‘bout that?” He laughed. One of them looked expectantly at the other, who just scooted their chair away, looking uncomfortable. With a huff, the other stormed out, mumbling something about it’s been how long and that guy gets a ring? And well, Buggy felt pretty smug about that. Of the two couples in the place that night, two had a miscommunication but one got engaged. He glanced back over at you and leaned back in his chair. “So, when we doing it? When do you make an honest clown outta me?”

“Whenever you want, Buggy.” You smiled as he reached across the table for your hand. “I love you.”

“Yea, the ring makes it pretty clear that you do.” He replied as he took your hand in his. “We gotta get a matching one for your hand now, love. It’s naked without one.” 

“We can do that.” You assured him. He looked down at your hand in his, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at the ring once more.

“You really want to marry me?” He asked, needing that assurance from you once more.

You squeezed his hand gently. “I really do, Buggy. I promise.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.” 

“Okay.” He nodded as he glanced up at you, meeting your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buggy.” 

[sugarpasteltmnt]

I've been compleatly OBSSESED with neon void so far!!! It's by far my favorite fic of any I've read!! After every chapter I have to take a second to do the happy stimmies because you write all of the scenes so well. Whenever I see a new update I clear the next hour for reading it and the subsequent geek out sesion for how AMAZING it always is. You write extremely well, you convey the characters so acurately, the fight scenes are creative, the way you write Leo's perspective is AMAZING, love the font changes, the angst PALPABLE, and just over all I love everything you're able to do with this concept. The way you can see Leo's mental state deteriorating through out the fic is just *chefs kiss*. There's so much I love about the fic that I can't possibly list everything.

Also the established difference between teleporting and portaling is so great, it adds to the pure panic that void causes for the boys aside from, y'know, crazy dude capable of beating Big Mama within an inch of her life and STRAIGHT UP OFFING a buch of other yokai. It does wonders for establishing him as a threat even though he technically isn't for the turtles. Plus I'm sure that once they find out who Void really is, it will add a bunch of tension since they'll need to stop Leo from literally SCATTERING HIS ATOMS ACROSS SPACE.

AND THE CHAPTER PREVIEW ISTG I've never gotten so much serotonin from being in this much pain ;0; The gif is perfect to set the mood, I can't wait to see what happens. You're ablility to choose just the right thing to stab so many people directly through the heart is nothing short of super-natural. BUT PLEASE give the boi some happiness, if not for his sake, for mine-

ANYWAYS this is all a VERY long way of saying, I absolutely love this and I had to draw the silly boi being the silly boi. I needed to draw him happy for the health of my heart ;-; (don't worry though, I'm working on some tasty angst right now)

Can't wait to see where everything goes, GOOD LUCK TO CASEY but there only six chapters left so we're getting to the end game now >:D

Please have a wonderful rest of your week :D

THANK U SO MUCH ;w; I’m so so happy that my fight scenes are followable/enjoyable, and tho they are a binch to code I’m so happy you enjoy the funky fonts and formatting ;w; i know reading blocks of text can be intimidating/tiring for readers, so i try to break it up to help with the pacing and sprinkle in some fun, spooky fonts as treats 🩵

Something i really, REALLY loved about Rise was the fights. Not only was the animation amazing, but it was always so creative. I try my best to make the fight scenes as silly as the boys can be, while utilizing their adaptive skills to use their surroundings to their advantage.

And bruh trying to balance Leo’s insanity in a believable way has been such a (fun) challenge so it makes me so happy to hear you like it 😭🥺 and I’m so glad people seem to like the ‘teleportation’ gimmick I’ve got going on (and that it hopefully makes sense omg)

(And i will admit I’m a little proud of my chapter previews because they are so fun to write, and i like to reassure readers that 1) i have a plan and 2) I’m keeping myself accountable to finish LOL)

Also aksdlaskdhaksdh thank u for this art this part especially is SENDING ME WHEEZE 🤣🩵❗️

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Share Your Toys | SilverV

Synopsis: V buys something new and odd and Johnny doesn't want to participate. All until he needs to show V just how to use.

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand/Male!V

Warnings: nsfw/anal/dildo/sex toy/masturbation/degrading/slut shaming

Notes: I know I've only done one cyberpunk fic in the past. But I have this one and one more planned to post haha. I'm here for the male!v x johnny enjoyers

Does he feel a little ashamed buying one? No… Maybe. Just a lil. They had peaked his interest when he had spotted one, but he had much more pressing matters on hand.

So, here he is, with a six-inch dildo in hand.

It’s odd looking. It’s thicker at the tip than it is at the base. Being an ombre from a pink on the bottom to a pastel blue to the tip, it’s almost alien looking. With ridges on the underside that poke out a fair bit, V already knows this is going to be an odd sensation. Something funky to use to get his mind off of current things.

“There’s no way in fuck we’re sticking that thing up your ass,” Johnny snaps from the couch.

V sighs a gruntle noise. He tries to ignore Johnny but the rockstar taps his foot on the ground. He looks up to Johnny finally with a raised brow. He sits on the edge of his bed in only an old t shirt -one that use to be an outdoor shirt but slowly turned into a pj shirt with all the holes and grease stains in it. He sets the dildo on the bed next to him with another sigh.

“We?” V asks.

“Yes, we,” Johnny bites back. “I can feel everything you feel to an extent. And tonight, or any other, I don’t think I’m in the mood to have that thing shoved up my ass,” he says as he points to the dildo with a silver finger.

“You’ve never taken a dick before?” V mocks as he scoots up on his bed.

He makes himself comfortable and brings a bottle of lube with him in hand. Johnny leans back on the couch with his legs crosses over one another. He pushes his aviators up back to cover his eyes. The red glass reflects V on the bed, laid back with his shirt pooled over his crotch and thighs.

“I said I don’t want that,” Johnny grits out.

V rolls his eyes. “Just, leave me alone and I’ll forget you’re ever here. Go to whatever corner of my brain you normally go to when you don’t like something. It’s still my body, so I can do what I want and put whatever the hell I want in it.”

Johnny stares at V for a moment longer and for a split second, the merc feels very exposed. The rocker has seen everything before. Has done stuff to him before. But right now, the look he’s receiving is something different. Then, without a word, Johnny disappears in a glitch of blue and red static.

Good. Now he can continue in peace and use sex for a moment to forget about how shit life is.

-

Getting the first inch in is a struggle. Even with a lot of prep and a lot of lube, the tip is a tad thick. The stretch is a little overwhelming as V opens his legs out a bit further. He works himself little by little, letting the ridges of the fake cock rub up inside of him.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

V stops all so that he can glare at the disturbance standing over him at the side of his bed. He’s gotten so use to Johnny popping up randomly that when he does, it doesn’t phase him at all now.

The rocker’s arms are crossed over his chest and he still wears those red aviators. He can see himself in them again. Legs apart, dick half hard between with a large cock spreading him open. And all Johnny does is frown.

V moves the dick, pushing it a little further into himself and watches Johnny’s face. And when the rocker’s face scrunches up into a scowl, soon followed by a shaky, quiet exhale that is a clear indication he’s trying to hide his reaction, V can only smirk.

As cockily as he can say with a cock up his ass, the merc grins, “How should I be doing it then?”

Johnny’s scowl only deepens. Yet, he disappears from where he’s standing and reappears in a wave of glitches and static in front of V. Bent over and looking over him without his aviators. Dark, brown eyes stare him that hold something dangerous.

Without a word, Johnny takes control of V’s spare arm and grabs a pillow behind him. He shoves it under V’s back that has the merc rolling his eyes. The pillow trick? Really?

“I can’t believe you’ve got me doing this,” Johnny grumbles under his breath.

“You’re the one that hopped in yourself, I could have done this on my own,” V interjects.

Johnny covers V’s hand that holds onto the base of the fake cock. “And have a shit time because you’re taking too long? I’d rather not sit back and have to experience that.”

“But you’d rather experience a misshaped dildo up my ass?”

Johnny only frowns at that, his brows furrowing together. Hard enough that it brings creases to his forehead and brings out his crow’s feet.

With a hard push, one that V wouldn’t have deemed himself ready, the cock is pushed halfway in. V throws his head back against the bed. The ridges of the dildo rub up against the part inside of him that makes everything tingle. The painful stretch of the cock has him trying to catch his breath. But it’s a pain that is welcome. Has him buzzing.

The thickness of the first half has him already feeling full. The ridges on the underside of the dildo rub up against all the good parts inside of him that adds to the dizziness in his head. He breathes heavily, soft whines hitching his throat as Johnny moves the cock inside of him before he can get use to the feeling. Slowly pulling out before pushing in where it was before. And God it feels so good. It has him gripping the sheets with his other hand, the other being held down by Johnny.

The rockstar lifts one of V’s legs up and props it over his shoulder so that he can settle in closer. V looks to Johnny through slitted eyes and the look on the rocker’s face only turns him on more.

Johnny’s mouth is parted, and he breathes in sync with V. Each time he pushes the cock inside of V, each time a little deeper, each time hitting his prostate, Johnny shivers and pants. The blue of the cock all but disappears into V’s ass, leaving only the pink half to take down. God he’s quickly enjoying this as much as V is. Who knew the rockstar could have a little fun.

Being trapped on a biochip must do that to someone though. But by whatever God there is, is it hot to see Johnny become a little desperate. He’s so focused on the fake cock that his own hips move in sync faintly.

Johnny growls, -something that V never expected to hear- and pushes the rest of the cock inside of V. It slips in easily, the base being narrower than the first half. And everything feels like it short circuits inside of V, as if his cyberware doesn’t know what’s happening. His back arches as he groans deep within his throat. The cock is so wide and girthy it stretches him greatly. It makes him feel full and has him twitching. Each movement has the ridges grinding up inside of him and each time that happens, a small hiccup of moans are forced from his mouth. He can’t help himself. This feeling is wild and he’s glad that he bought this.

Johnny on the other hand. He’s bent over V trying to catch his own breath. He doesn’t need to breath but it bloody feels like he can’t intake air. Every time V moves and shifts, a wave of pleasure pulses through Johnny that has him shivering and twitching. He can feel himself grow hard in his leather pants. He’s not meant to be into this but by god does it feel great.

He catches his breath before pulling cock out of V to the tip, the sweet sound of moans and groans coming with it. With a forceful push, he shoves the entire six inches back into the merc, the blue disappearing along with the pink. And there it is again, the wave of pleasure and tingles from V that has Johnny shivering and groaning deep in his chest.

He begins slowly pumping the fake cock inside of V, revelling in the raw feelings and sensations that come from the merc’s end. He can feel V’s pain and those friendly pats to his shoulders from strangers. All of those are faint, like passing by a soft blowing vent. But this, this has Johnny’s head spinning and his code glitching.

V other hand comes back down to stroke his hardening dick. He grinds his teeth together at how overstimulating such a simple touch is. God he’s not going to last much longer if Johnny keeps this up. Especially with the pace quickening with every pass of his prostate.

Johnny begins panting loudly as he quickens the pace. Each time it fills V up in the right places and stretches him a little painfully. But that sting is something that feels so good. He matches his stroke on his dick with Johnny, letting him take the full reigns even though he knew he was fucked when the rocker popped back up again to make his comments.

V gets lost in everything, letting his mind go to this moment right now. Forgetting about everything that’s fucked him over in life. Johnny pushes the cock fully in and lets it sit there for a moment. All so he can swat V’s hand off his dick and replace it with his own. The feeling of Johnny’s metal hand on his dick is cold and brings a harsh gasp out of his mouth.

V meets dark brown eyes that stare at him. There’s something different there that the merc can’t quite place. Maybe because he’s having trouble reciting the alphabet or he’s completely forgotten what day it is. His mind is a jumble. But he knows that that dark look within those eyes is something akin to…

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” Johnny quips in between his own panting.

And there it is. Johnny’s comments. Why should V be surprised?

“Yeah and-“ The comeback V was going to make is lost as Johnny moves the dildo inside of him.

He grinds it into him shallowly, letting it rub up against everything inside and makes his entire gut and head to buzz. And in time with the movement, he strokes V’s dick, his thumb flicking and rubbing over the tip each time strokes up.

V grabs onto the blanket again, still letting Johnny guide his other hand on the fake cock. Everything is going crazy. He can’t help but grunt and whine like a two eddie whore.

“Yeah,” Johnny groans out. “You sound like one too.”

V can feel himself coming closer and closer. If Johnny keeps this same pace, he can get there quickly.

“My little slut, how does that sound?” The words are spoken deeply, gravelly.

And it all goes straight to V’s dick. He cums as if a freight train just hit him. His Kiroshi’s become spotty for a second, the black spots disappearing slowly after a while as his eyes recalibrate. He can’t catch his breath for a moment and when he opens his eyes, Johnny is gone.

For a split second, V feels a bit of panic, but as soon as it comes, Johnny appears back again in a storm of glitches and static. He’s hunched over V with a wide expression upon his normally grouchy features. He pants and shakes. He gulps, trying to collect himself. But whatever V felt, Johnny did as well ten fold it seems.

V slips the alien like dildo out of him with a pop and a groan, and throws it aside on his bed. He’s too worn out to worry about anything other than the rockstar leaning over him.

He reaches up and pats Johnny’s face. The simple touch has brown eyes latching onto V.

“Was it worth it?” V asks.

“No.”

“Not even a little?”

Johnny sits up straight, still kneeling in between V’s legs. He runs a hand down his face and lets his gaze run down the merc’s body. His eyes linger on V’s still leaking cock and the cum splattered over his stomach and tattoos. He’d be wrong if didn’t admit this was all a little hot. It’s all in how V pants and shakes from the orgasm still, his chest and stomach rising rapidly with each breath.

Johnny swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his throat. “A little then, yeah,” He grumbles.

-

Please do not copy or repost my work. &lt;3

[molarbeardoc]

HI HI I WAS BORED HERE’S PART TWO (this was written two days ago)

Floor infinity! Going up!

…

..

.

Split stood quietly within the slightly cramped space, humming to herself as she waiting for the elevator to stop. She didn’t remember the elevator taking this long time to reach a floor. Maybe something was wrong with the cables? Did it even have cables? Maybe? What did she know; she was a fruit-taur not a technician!

…

What’s it like being a technician anyway? Is she even using the right profession? Sounds like a pretty annoying job. Having to fix everything all the time everytime it breaks or something.

Ding

Her thoughts were interrupted by the familiar ringing ding of the elevator as it abruptly stopped at its floor. As she prepared herself to get out she was instead met with an unexpected, yet not unwelcome, surprise as the sounds of low quality yet cheerful music filled her floppy ears. If that wasn’t enough, the stuffy heat and subtle metallic washing over her as her fellow part bug ‘pal’, or as she considered him, entered the elevator.

The moment he laid his several eyes on her, he let out a sigh.

"Why are you here? What are you even doing here? It’s 5am…"

"Well a fine good morning to you too, Pest..! How’s the subway treating you? I’m on my way to-"

"It’s nice. That’s nice."

"It is isn’t it?"

"話すのをやめて。(Stop talking)."

"Still don’t understand you. MayBEE you should teach me whatever you’re speaking sometime."

"私はパスします (I’ll pass)."

"Heh!"

Silence apart from the usual creaking and funky music filled the elevator. After a few more moments the familiar ringing ding filled the space once more.

`Finally!`

"Oh how time FLIES! It was nice seeing you this morning. Have a LICE day! Oh wait that wasn’t really hygienic… Anyway, bye Pest!"

The party guest beetle only chattered in response. Maybe he wasn’t in a punny mood this morning. Oh well! More for the others.

She stepped off the elevator and onto the floor, taking a deep breath as she inhaled the fresh air. She always wondered how this floor was one of the few that were always outside in the open. That was weird. Very weird. Hmm…

Oh well!

She made her way into the maze, having to hunch over a small bit to fit entirely into the cramped space. She never understood how she could live in here? She found it small and dark and confusing. Then again, she was a bit small and dark and confusing, it fit her in a way.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

Silence

"Guess she does sleEP-!"

Split let out a startled yelp as she turned a corner and promptly bumped into someone. Fortunately she didn’t fall over, unlike whoever had met her head on. She adjusted her glasses and looked down at the spluttering and spazzed being, a warm smile soon gracing her face as the gave a low chuckle.

"Good morning Bive! I hope you don’t mind me dropping in so early. I was a bit impatient and bored so I decided to just come by now!"

The poor hairball was still confused, trying to grasp the situation as she stared blankly at Split before finally coming to her senses.

"AH-! Split! Hello! Had me worried! I thought you were a secret agent of the Clown Military who found me! HAHA-! I knew I picked the perfect spot to block their feeble radio tracking signals! THEY’LL NEVER FIND ME-!"

Split barely understood a word of any of that, she rarely understood Bive in general. That’s what why she loved her. It was always a new conspiracy theory about clowns. Or some life changing 'evidence' that’ll prove her right. She admired that about her. Her confidence that she was in the light, that she knew the truth, while others «minus Split» were manipulated and fed lies by… whoever really!

"You’re right! You’re great at hiding, Bivey. Maybe you could teach me how to avoid them when you get the chance! I’m sure it’ll be very helpful."

"Bivey- GRK-YES! YES! An INGENIOUS plan Split! You’re the only one willing to listen and take precautions! They’re coming after all! It’s only a matter of time before they do arrive! And when it happens we’ll be prepared!"

Bive would shake and tremble, her hands shaking violently as she rambled on and on.

"THAT BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT! While I was trying to finish my corkboard last night, I was hit with a sud-"

"Last night? Bive have you… slept? At all?"

The black haired creature stared at her before letting out a cackle.

"OHOHO THAT’S YOUR BEST ONE YET SPLIT!"

Eventually, her laughter died down she sighed and looked at the fruit-taur. Once realizing it was, in fact, not a joke, she let out an awkward cough and cleared her throat.

"Ah… You’re serious… Ahah..-! When you’re a genius detective as myself, sleep only gets in your way. It makes you vulnerable. I don’t need sleep! Sleep is a one way ticket to getting caught! All I need is my special brew! That’s all I need, HA!"

Split could hardly believe her ears. Is that safe? Is that even possible?! How can someone just not sleep?! A wave of concern immediately washed over her as the detective continued to ramble on and on about her 'special brew'. Was it just pure caffeine? How does one even obtain pure unfiltered caffeine? Is it even legal?

At least that means she had a new goal in mind! Get this idiot to sleep… But how was a new problem… Maybe she could wait her out? No that wouldn’t work… She mentioned her special brew… Maybe if she could stop her from drinking it she’ll crash? It’s plausible, that still left the issue as to how..

Maybe distracting her with something? Maybe they could go to that RedBall Diner! That would definitely work. Now all she had to do was choose her next words carefully. No matter how easy the plan sounded on paper, it had to be executed flawlessly, with no in between.

Considering Bive was not only cautious, but easily deterred by anything that didn’t contribute to her theories, Split had to play her next moves as if this were a game of chess. Not that she knew how to play chess, she was more of a checkers girl.

"Hey Bivey? I was thinking and I really wanna know! What’s your opinions on the diner?"

"OHOHO! Don’t get me started on that place! The robots are weird, the place is weird, their boss?! WEIRD! It’s so strange!"

"Do you think they may be hiding something there?"

"HA! Like they’d hide anything of use in there."

"What if that’s what they want you to think?"

Bive paused. Split could see the gears in her head turning as she continued.

"Maybe they’ve got LOTS of secrets about the clown military or those snow soldiers. Don’t you wanna check just to be safe? After all, you can never be too careful, right?"

Split watched and waited in anticipation, holding her breath as Bive narrowed her eyes, humming quietly to herself as she thought about what the fruit-taur had said.

Inhale

"You make an excellent point.."

Exhale

"Thank you! I think we should get moving, don’t you? We don’t wanna miss out on any opportunities or secrets or other thingies!"

Bive nodded as she navigated the two of them out of the maze, ignoring the babbling of Fleshy and avoiding the corrosive oil of Scary Mike.

Split began wondering if it was just the coffee that left the detective unable to sleep; but it certainly seemed to be a main factor of the problem.

Eventually the two finally exited the maze. How long were they in there for? The sun was already out. Surely it hadn’t been that long. Nevertheless, they approached the elevator and pressed the button, waiting for the doors to open as they sat there quietly.

"… Why do you call an alligator detective?"

"Wha-?"

"An investi-gator…"

"… OH! INVESTI-GATOR! LIKE INVESTIGATORS BUT IT’S AN ALLIGATOR! HAHA!"

Split smiled as she got the joke, letting out a quiet giggle herself as the elevator let out a quiet ding before its doors opened. It was empty for now, no one stood within its wood and metal walls as the two stepped inside.

It was rather relaxing actually, at least for the fruit-taur. Bive looked as if she were about to have an entire breakdown right then and there, staring at one specific corner of the elevator the entire ride. Then again she always did that so there was really no difference for Split.

After a few minutes, the doors of the elevator opened, exposing the RedBall Diner office rather than its front doors. It was a little strange but not enough for anyone to make too big of a deal about it.

Split tapped the shoulder of a distracted Bive and motioned towards the open doors, partially leading and dragging her out of the elevator. Yeah… She definitely needed a good night’s sleep…

Once she came back to her senses, she stiffened at the feeling of someone’s hands on her shoulders, relaxing only when she realized it was only Split.

"Come on. No more staring at walls. We’ve got secrets to uncover!"

So far her plan was working perfectly… Okay maybe not perfectly but it was going well so far! That’s all that mattered to her. Bive was relatively silent for the moment, glancing around suspiciously with narrowed eyes, taking mental notes of her surroundings, even glaring at the animatronics with clear contempt.

"So… What do you think they’re hiding?"

"Isn’t it obvious?! They’re clearly creating more parasitic creatures to gather information for the group!"

"The who?"

"THE GROUP! They’re working with them…"

That didn’t answer her question in the slightest…

"Right! The group! Whoever they are… Say I’m feeling a bit hungry. How about we get something to eat? Since we’re already here and all!"

"There’s no way their food is safe for consumption! They certainly have planted microchips that make their way up to your brain and convince you to buy more pencils! Then the guards in the pencils will attack when you’re at your weakest! They’ll leave you paralyzed before dealing a devastating final blow and leaving you to rot!"

"Alright, alright. But I’m just saying, a cheese pizza does sound pretty Gouda."

"Gouda-? Wha-"

"What Gouda? There’s no Gouda around- OHOH! A CHEESE JOKE! BECAUSE YOU SAID CHEESE PIZZA! AND GOUDA IS TYPE OF CHEESE! I GET IT! HA!"

"Yeah! But honestly I’m gonna get a cheese pizza. Are you sure you don’t want anything? Just to keep your energy up while we look for anything out of the ordinary?"

Bive was left unsure. She hadn’t eaten anything yet and while it would definitely give her the energy, she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to risk being infected with mind controlling microchips.

"But… The microchips…"

"How about this? I’ll try it out first and let you know if there’s any microchips in it, that way you don’t have to risk getting infected!"

Without waiting for an answer, Split quickly hurried to order a medium pie. Not wanting to be left alone in unfamiliar terrain, Bive hastily followed after whilst growing annoyed .

Could the fruit-taur not see the danger she was putting herself in?! This was a reckless and stupid decision… With each passing moment, Bive grew more and more agitated at her carelessness. Yet as she thought about it, she realized Split was doing this for her. She didn’t have to take the risk, but she did it anyway…

Huh…

That’s actually…

That’s actually pretty sweet…

She sighed as she remained close to Split, listening as she ordered a medium cheese pizza and following her over to one of the tables once finished.

"You’re not actually gonna eat anything are you? That’s a stupidly huge risk to be taking. You don’t know what they’ve put in those things!"

"I’m sure I’ll be fine. No need to worry wart."

Just because she didn’t need to worry doesn’t mean she wasn’t going to. If anything, her nonchalant attitude made it worse. How could she be so calm when she was about to poison herself?! Who poisons themselves and is calm about it?! That’s like… like… like a deer not running away from the snap of a twig! Is a good analogy? Probably not but who cares? Who cares when the person you care for the most is LITERALLY about to put toxins in her body?!

While the wait was only a few minutes, it felt as if it were several hours. The food eventually arriving as Split gave Bive a comforting smile. Of course it didn’t help at all since she was still basically about to ingest death.

The moment she took a bite Bive had thought her heart had stopped. She’s going to have to explain to everyone how the fruit-taur met her end. She was never gonna meet anyone who actually understood her again. She would have to bury her on her own. What were her favourite flowers? As much as she didn’t trust them she was going to have to bring some twice a year. One for her birthday and another for her death day. Oh the humanity! How would she-

Wait…

Wait a minute

She’s okay…?

How is that possible?! Was the food actually safe for consumption? The chances were slim but plausible. Wait that’s not the point, what really matters is that Split’s okay! Oh thank whatever deity was watching over them for proving her suspicions wrong. She didn’t know what she would do without her.

"… Do you… feel alright?"

"Uhm… I’m not hungry anymore?"

"Perhaps I was wrong… You don’t feel like buying anything pencils?"

"Nope!"

"What about clowns? How do you feel about clowns now?"

"The same as usual."

"Snow soldiers?"

"Not to be trusted."

Huh. She was wrong. Guess the food was safe for consumption. At least the cheese pizza, who knows what they had in everything else.

"I guess… it is edible.. You’re not lying to me right?"

"Why would I ever lie to you?"

She had a point there…

"So are you gonna eat some or am I gonna have to finish this on my own? Not that I mind. I’m pretty sure I would finish this alone."

Bive glanced between her and the pizza, still holding onto her suspicions as she let out a quiet sigh. Eventually, she hesitantly reached for a slice and held it for a moment; inspecting it to make sure there was truly nothing wrong with it. Once it had met her standards, she took a bite herself.

It wasn’t good… But it wasn’t bad either.

"… Well then… It’s not something I’d eat daily. I doubt it’d even go well with my brew. But it’s okay I suppose.."

"I told you everything would be fine."

"Yes I know."

"But you were still freaking out weren’t you?"

"Yes I-"

"You were all worried about me."

"Fine you were right I was wrong."

"I had no idea."

Even with her teasing attitude, her grin made it impossible to feel annoyed. It was rather endearing at most.

Through the entire day, the two would simply enjoy themselves; at least to the best of their ability. Minus the occasional accusations of being a large animal and Bive’s suspicion about some of the games that operated within the dinner, it was an enjoyable experience!

Plus Split’s plan had worked.

The detective was so worried about what was happening in the moment, she had completely forgotten of her special brew. It had worked flawlessly. Not to mention Bive had gained a few extra theories in the process. It was a win-win situation for the both of them.

For now at least..

RAHHH RAHH RAHG RAHH RAHHHH IT’S FINISHED OH MY GOD I HOPE YOU ENJOY EAT UP MY SILLIES <3

[finchesslingshott]

AH YES THE LONG-AWAITED GREAT GATSBY CAST ALBUM NOTES FROM FINCH READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

roarin’ on - 10/10

this song has literally been on loop since it first came out

has zero right to be this much of a banger

lives in my head rent free

oh nick carraway the man you are

“tonight lets misbehaaaaaave” scratches my brain in just the right way

WHERES THE PARTY AND CAN YOU TAKE ME THERE ANDDD WHEN THE PARTYS OVER CAN YOU FIND ANOTHER PARTY SOMEWHEREEEE

harmonies my beloved

“turns out: manhattan is expensive!” nick carraway laugh line era is so good

“with his arms spread to the SKYYYYYYYYY” oh i love tenors so much

nick’s speaking voice is so silly i love it he’s just a little guy

the ensembles little “oh oh oh oh”s make me so happy

ORCHESTRA MARRY ME

NICKS TENOR RANGE GOOD GRAVY IT NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME

absolute rose - 7.5/10

the ukulele goes crazy

jordan’s dialogue is so silly what a woman

DAISYS LITTLE GIGGLE IM GONNA DIE

ew tom i visibly frowned

ORCHESTRA I LOVE YOU

tom no one likes you shut your face

oh daisy’s voice what a woman

new money - 8.7/10

OK GET IT THIS BEAT IS SO GOOD WHAT THE HECK

samantha pauly i love you

AAA CHROMATIC SCALE MY EYES ACTUALLY WIDENED

its almost like 80s core as well as having that 20s swing and i love it

WOLFSHEIM!!!! HEY POOKS (my favorite minor character he doesnt get talked about enough)

“who’s the teahcer?” “thats nick carraway”

the rumors section oh my goodness i literally cant ensemble i literally love you

“do you believe thay about mr gatsby?” “WHAAT?”

oh jordan your speaking voice dear

JORDANNNN

for her - 9.5/10

ITS OUR BOY LADS OH MY GOSH

oh orchestra oh lyrics oh jeremy

“daisyyyy” IM CRYING

the smooth switches between falsetto and full chest voice just adds to the emotion

ORCHESTRAAAAAA

OH ITS THE PART FROM TIKTOK

ok enunciation and emotion get it jeremy

LITERALLY IN ACTUAL TEARS OH MY WORD JEREMY

oh strings you and your tremolo are killing me over here

“now she has TOOOOO KNOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW ITS ALLLL FOR HERRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

valley of ashes - 7.5/10

this beat is so cool oh my gosh 

who is this singing??? i cant tell??? 

OHHHH ITS THAT GUY HEY WILSON

talking to the billboard of the doctors eyes is actually a detail i had headcanoned when i originally read the book and this is actually making me so happy

oh wilson and his wife (whos name i forgot)

“youve got the eyes of God / if God needed glasses”

that was actually so cool what

way too short

second-hand suit - 8.7/10

im loving the ukulele content in this musical 100/10

this role is so clarisse la rue from the lightning thief and i love it

the mood and beat change when she starts talking about tom is insane

the drum beat is so cool what

i cant remember her name for the life of me what is wrong with me

I LOVE THIS OMW NEW DREAM ROLE

for better or worse - 9.5/10

oh no oboe (?) solo i know im gonna start crying 

“and to learn that my soldier has returned / its both a blessing and a curse / is it for better or for worse?”

literally just texted my voice teacher demanding (/j) to work on this song 

“and not to thinkkk about the PAAAAAAST”

oh my gosh wow hold on crying what the flip

somehow “once upon a december” coded

OH OH OH OH NO OH NO

i think my soul just left my body

the met - 8.5/10

AWESOME BASS LINE I’M ALREADY SOLD

MYRTLE THATS HER NAME DEAR GOODNESS I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE MIRIAM OR MARY OR SMTH 

woah mr mckees voice makes him more creepy than he alr was in the book

“i need a dose of culture / and i need a cigarette”

“in the bedroom lighting i’m an eight” is literally insane

WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON IN THIS SONG

myrtle’s sister ranking different people is literally so crazy calling gatsby a 5 when he’s literally JEREMY FLIPPING JORDAN

katherine’s myrtle’s sister’s name right???? i’m not crazy???

oh nick carraway you and your internal monologue

myrtle and tom’s fight is literally crazy “dAisY dAIsY dAisY” (SMACK)

nick straight up calling tom an asshole is so crazy i love him for it tbh

OH FUNKY BASS LINE MARRY ME

“yes… please connect me with mr. j. gatsby.” BUHM

this was one of my fav scenes in the book and they portrayed it beautifully i’m literally in love

only tea - 9/10

i love a good jeremy jordan meltdown song

“i am not okay.” me too jeremy its ok pookie

“old sport” HE SAID IT HE SAID THE THING I’M GONNA START CRYING

ok the beat yes oh my gosh the goofy little trumpet slides and ukulele my beloved

“i’m gonna walk into the ocean” jay gatsby stop making me kin you

ok ensemble vocals get it

the voice crack on “cASUal” im in love

his voice cracks in general what a man

poor nick man 

i think jeremy’s playing jay to be bipolar and i’m here for it /hj

green light - 10/10

hoooooo boy ok here we go

this is one of the ones i still havent listened to even though it was released early

the falsetto jeremy you’re killing me here

calling her “daisy faye” instead of “daisy buchanan” is so symbolic of him like seeing her as his instead of legally tom’s

oh eva noblezada what a woman you are

the mood/orchestral change when daisy started singing i’m dead

OH THEYRE SINGING TOGETHER IM GONNA DIE

oh theyre definitely kissing why else would they have this random orchestral break thats somehow so similar to “something to believe in” from newsies

the emotion in their voices urhgjgdjdjdjfjfdjdksoaoeokgkf

the harmoniesss

ooh bet theyre kissing again

THE FINAL NOTE OH MY GOSH

the next “something to believe in” i fear

shady - 7.5/10

UH OH IM EXCITED

MORE WOLFSHEIM CONTENT???

his voice is so cool

he’s so tevye coded i cant even explain how or why but he is

AAAAAAAAA DOUBLE BASS I COULD CRY

this instrumental is killing me goodness gravy

“everybodys a little bit shady / the world keeps spinning if you grease the wheel” goes hard

ensemble vocals go harddddd

better hold tight - 8.7/10

more standup bass i could die

“i think i see the stars aligning / or my standards are my declining”

NICK AND HIS VIBRATO I’M SCREAMING

“what you did might be taboo / but i like that look on you” 

i need my next (if any) boyfriend to be a tenor so he can sing this with me

SCREAMING I LOVE THEM

past catching up to me - 9.5/10

oh jerjor your precious little voice can you marry me yet

“she kissed me and swore she’d never stray / then the world got in the way”

this is the new tenor song along with santa fe and great expectations

GET IT DRUMS WOO GO ORCHESTRA

THE KEY CHANGE. OH MY GOSH.

HAD NO RIGHT HITTING ME WITH A C5 (?) JEREMY POOKIE WHAT

ENSEMBLE VOCALS JUST ADD TO IT ALDKGKFKSKSKRKFKDSA

la dee dah with you - 8.5/10

ok just from the orchestral stuff its alr a banger

this is the big tap number right????

whos singing??? this isnt jordan??? is this just an nyc girl from annie type situation?

i’m confused but its a banger so i dont care

oh im so sure the choreo is so impossibly good

YES THE TAPS LETS FLIPPING GO AKDKFLFLSLERLGLDLSKA

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

yep this is it this is what i wanna do with my life

the ensemble hootin and hollerin just adds to it

TOO SHORT.

go - 8.7/10

YAY ANOTHER MENTAL BREAKDOWN SONG!

somehow violet beaudelaire x quigley quagmire core if you know what i mean

“if we wait until we’re ready we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives” core

them <333333333

ew tom spoke i hate him

“i love you lets go / before i change my mind”

these harmonies ugh

ORCHESTRA ILY

too short again

made to last - 9/10

is this tom?? i cant tell?????

OH IT IS LETS GO

OH MY GOSH ITS THE GATSBY TOM FIGHT LETS FLIPPING GO

i really wanna see how this is staged…

OK SMOOTH KEY CHANGE

the conflicting vocal parts in the argument im gonna actually die

tom desperately trying to win me over with his vocal parts

oh its so “nonstop” coded im gonna actually die

for better or worse (reprise) - 7.5/10

its my pookies oml

oh samantha pauly your voice

they better kiss

TOO SHORT

one-way road - 9/10

MYRTLE??? OH MY GOSH???

“WATCH THE ROAD ASSHOLE”

“wait what if i become her?”

the callbacks to second hand suit make me happy

yeah no this is my role i’ve claimed it now

i swear the amount of mental breakdown songs in this music i live for it

YES MYRTLE POP OFF

God sees everything - 8.7/10

lets go george pop off king

TOO SHORT WHAT THE FLIP

for her (reprise) - 8/10

YES CELLO YEA STRINGS AAAAAAAAAAAA

can someone love me like jay gatsby loves daisy buchanan

new money (reprise) - 8.3/10

ugh this beat kills me every time i cant even

DSGLAFJKLDSKLD ENSEMBLE I LOVE YOU

my fav reprise by far oh my GOSH

dying dead

TOO SHORT WTFFFF

beautiful little fool - 9/10

prepared to cry alr oh gosh

the whispery quality of her voice rn i’m gonna die eva pls

“It’s a girl the nurse said / and i broke, and i broke”

the piano instrumental killing me jeeeeeeez

“the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful little fool” line taken STRAIGHT from the book and it KILLS me every single time i read it sdjadljksdljafdshlsdfjakdshdfask

oh eva noblezada your VOICE

OHHH THE CALLBACK TO ABSOLUTE ROSE I’M DEAD

ORCHESTRA MARRY ME HODSJGKSLAFKDGLJFADKSGLFAKDHGSLJFADHGS

texting my voice teacher rn

finale: roaring on - 9.5/10

YAY NICK HEY POOKS YOU EAT UP THAT MONOLOGUE KING

this is partially taken from the book uihsialfdjsghkfljdg i’m gonna cry

“I can still see gatsby / standing in silhouette” ok homo /pos

YES TENOR NOTE MY BELOVED

“with infinite hope / that made him fool enough to try / that light across the water was always out of reach / so why do we (x3) keep reaching”

OOOO BEAT CHANGE KILLING ME

YAY ROARING ON ODGJSHOAPLSFJDKGSHDLJFADHSGJJLFAD

DIRECT QUOTES FROM THE BOOK HOLY CRAPPPPPPP

WHERES THE PARTY AND CAN YOU TAKE ME THERRREEEEE-

genuinely in tears oh my GOSH

IN CONCLUSION

SURPRISINGLY cohesive to the book which made me so happy - the direct quotes had me SCREAMINGGGGG

phenomenal cast literally would die to breathe the same air as any of them

dream role is myrtle she sounds like a soprano belter sorry i don’t make the rules

JEREMY. FREAKING. JORDAN.

ORCHESTRA. ENSEMBLE. I LOVE YOU.

[x-infernhoes-x]

Of Love and Lust: [Various Vento Auro x Reader] Leone Abbacchio x Reader

Genre: smut/romance, ANGST :DDDDDDDDD Notes: Listen, I’m no Abbacchio simp BUT BUT B U T I adore the man to bits and he’s also like this funky lil dude that’s like that one skrunkly you just wanna tear into bits /affectionate anyways! Suggested Song(s) to Listen to: Do I Wanna Know? by The Arctic Monekys (Hozier cover) Take Me to Church by Hozier

Leone Abbacchio was once a man of justice and steel resolve, his determination and dedication to Naples was almost admirable and you can see it in his eyes how he wanted to uphold the principles of being a good and just cop but things seemed to take a turn for the worst the moment he took that dirty crook’s bribe that soon led to the death of his partner.

Actually, the moment he became a cop was the first sign of things going south very quickly, the death of his partner only intensified it. Up until now, Abbacchio still blames himself. Even if it's been at least what?? Four or five years since the death of his partner and only friend in the police force and seeing him like this every time that horrid day would come, it pains you to see Abbacchio drink himself to near-death. Thankfully, you had Bucciarati and the rest of the gang to help you out whenever Leone got out of hand. It’s been years since you’ve last seen him. The last time you heard about Abbacchio was when he joined in with Bruno on betraying the boss and during that time, you were hospitalized after a rather risky mission with your own team. Fugo had filled you in about the details regarding their betrayal and his choice to stay with the organization and almost everything in between. As much as you respected Fugo’s choice to stay, you chose to disappear and leave Passione for a while and you did. Tonight, happened to mark the date of Abbacchio’s partner’s death and you knew that the man was drinking himself to death once more, the rain even seemed to fit the mood too. But what surprised you the most that evening was that he wasn’t intoxicated of the sort, or at least that’s how he sounded like when he called you, asking if he could meet you face to face. Of course, you agreed and found yourself leaving the warm confines of your home before driving towards the address Leone had graciously had given you not so long ago.

You realized that this may be the first time that he’s ever invited you to his place. Unlike his visible reluctance when it came to showing his stand, Abbacchio was never reluctant when it comes to terms to his home address. After all, he did need some help in case he got way too drunk. Stepping out of your car and heading towards his door, you were surprised to see the door was unlocked and that’s when your senses kicked in. What if he called you because he got attacked by an enemy stand user? You knew Leone was the muscle in Buccirati’s squad, but you also knew that Moody Blues wasn’t made for fighting. Pulling out your stand, you were on guard as you made your way upwards to where the silver-haired gangster was, silently hoping that he was safe and uninjured.

All your worries seemed to disappear when you saw him safe from harm but it soon returned when you saw him look up at you, looking so broken and guilty, it seemed to pull at your heartstrings to see him like this and found yourself kneeling right next to where he sat, surrounded by empty bottles of wine and half empty glasses containing the beverage.

When you asked him what was wrong, he seemed to break down from right there and there, his cheeks streaked with his ruined makeup, profusely mumbling apologies to you, explaining what happened to him at Sardinia and how he was briefly reunited with his partner and you in turn took them whole heartedly, after all, he was your boyfriend and the only person that you had in your life.

Silence seemed to rule the space between you and after a few minutes of silence, you decided to do something. For the first time in years, you kissed him, you kissed him until you couldn’t feel your lips anymore, you kissed him until his dark lipstick was smeared on your lips and he did the same too. He kissed you with such desperation and need, almost as if your kiss would take away his sins. He was kissing you like you were his only redemption to this unforgiving world.

Bottles and glasses were pushed aside and wine spilled on the carpet below the two of you, but Leone didn’t seem to give a damn about it anyways.

Hands would eventually tug and grip and caress every inch, nook and cranny your bodies had, and you could feel the utter need and desperation he had for you. Soon the two of you moved to his bedroom where Leone worshiped you like you were his only deity, his savior and redemption, and he was on his knees before you, kissing every inch of you that he craved oh so much before his mouth finally found that one place that made you cry out his name to the heavens and that was enough for him. Enough for him to be cleansed of his past sins and stain on his hands, the memories, everything. Tears seemed to roll down his cheeks as he moved with you, his knuckles white and breath hitched and you felt his emotions roll off of you and found yourself locking lips with Leone once more, your hands gripping his disheveled silver locks, emotional gradient eyes staring right into your very soul and the world seemed to freeze, whispering your final praise and call of his name into the cold night air that was soon followed by his own plea like a distant echo of a chorus, bodies still pressed together, holding you so tight as if you’d disappear right there on the spot and lips whispering words of love, devotion and of forgiveness.

That night, Leone Abbacchio was reborn and he made sure to change his ways for the better.

[sinners-in-paradise]

Chapter One: A Hero in Paradise

Masterpost

Chapter written by @monsterhatdoodles

–––

The willow tree swung in the wind.

Dero swung with it.

The hero’s stab wounds were deep. Multiple. Fatal. His blood dropped down, watering the tree as it stood alone in the fields of hades. Dero slowly drifted with the wind, tied upside-down up from the tree.

The deformed dark matter’s long, black body was caked in blood. His cape was tattered and torn. His four spider like legs were limp, wrapped in red string.

A pale blue reaper yawned, and snapped his fingers. Dero woke with a snap.

“Ah! You’re up!”

The reaper seemed bored, but chipper.

“I’m Papi, and long story short, you’re dead.”

The only response was sobs. Papi began to feel a little awkward. He fluttered his wings to shake off the feeling.

“So, uh…. Welcome to the underworld, buddy! Your final resting place. Hades, if you will. You’re going to be here for a while. Forever, actually. There’s no escape.”

Dero continued to sob. He began to struggle violently against the red string holding him. Papi looked around before continuing.

“Yeah…so…that’s a bummer. But on the plus side, you never have to eat, drink or sleep again! Or pay rent! Isn’t that great? You won't age either. Time's real funky here.”

Dero began to choke on his own tears and blood. Papi tried to avoid eye contact.

"I’m sure you’ll make plenty of friends here. Probably. I can’t really tell much about you other than that you can cry an awful lot.”

Dero finally was able to choke out some words between his sobs.

“Please…. Help me…”

The light blue reaper fiddled with his hands.

"Yikes... er.. sorry. Can't help you with that, buddy. Boss strung you up like this for a reason. I can't go against its orders. You know how it is."

Dero's sobs became louder, riddled now with helplessness and despair.

"Listen, I gotta go. Lotta more dead people to deal with. But before I go, I feel like I should mention that hades, it, uh... does things to your body. Bad things. You'll see."

Dero shook violently.

".....Bye."

With that, the light blue reaper vanished in a flash, leaving Dero alone, cold, and suffering.

Weeks (or at least, they felt like weeks) passed. Dero spent the time wailing and sobbing. He spent the time thinking of his friends.

He thought of Ades, who's advice he'd always ignored. He thought of Wisp, who just like him, was fooled by her guise. He thought about Dolly, who was now left alone in her grasp. And he thought about her. Even now, that memory was so beautiful to him.

–––

"This place just goes on forever, doesn't it?" Gwen growled indignantly. The purple, round felian fiddled with her ponytail, irritated. The scar across her chest had been itching recently, and she wasn't in the best of moods.

"Well, I think these fields are very pretty." The gentle voice that replied came from a frail but beautiful woman. Dressed in a hospital gown, she looked over the fields and sighed. Her white hair rested above lavender eyes that were firm, but full of kindness. A long tube stretched out from her hand and unraveled into nothingness. Small orbs of spirit flame flickered playfully around her.

"Right, Celeernyx?"

The halcandrian behind Dulciana was slightly startled. Her green hood and dress, stained by the black ooze that covered her face, drifted slightly in the wind as she turned to the woman. Her cat like ears, wrapped in the vines extending from her wretched crown, twitched slightly as she looked at Dulci with perpetually tearful eyes.

"Oh? S-sorry, I was distracted. Yes, t-these fields are beautiful.."

Her voice was sad; scratchy and distorted.

"You're both delusional. The sooner we get out of here the better." Gwen replied before moving onward hastily. Dulciana let out a small sigh and followed.

Gwen liked these two, even if they were a bit too slow paced for her liking. The grey haired woman was far too peppy for the situation she was in, and the Halcandran kind of freaked her out with the whole melting face thing. But the three had been together for a while now, and Gwen would rather suffer a million deaths before she let another family of hers down.

Suddenly, Gwen stopped. She turned to the others with a face of slight discomfort.

"Do you... Do you two hear that?"

Dulciana stopped and listened while Cele tilted her head in confusion. Gwen listened to the sound, and as she was able to slowly distinguish what it was, a chill ran down her spine.

"It... It sounds like sobs."

Dulciana looked around for a moment, before pointing to the distance. "There," she said, her face somber. She was pointing to large willow tree in the distance. Its leaves were blood red and its trunk was stained a starch white.

The trio carefully approached the tree. The sobs got louder. Cele looked around the trunk of the tree for the source, only to find nothing. Suddenly, she felt a drop of liquid hit her newly grown wings. She looked up and let out a small gasp. A slender figure was hanging from the branches, his blood and tears dripping to the floor.

"Dear Nova..." Cele moved swiftly out of the flow of blood. "Who.. who is that?"

Dulciana thought she recognized the shape, but she wasn't to sure at this distance. She prayed her theory was false. "Whoever this is, we need to help him." She looked at Gwen. "Do you think you can climb up there?"

Gwen shuddered. Something about the figure seemed familiar to her too, but in a much different way. She didn't want to get closer to... whoever this was.

"M...Maybe they deserve to be up there..." Gwen tried to think up further excuses, but was cut off by a voice from the figure.

"Please.....H.....Help....M....Me........"

As much as she hated to admit it, Dulciana recognized that voice from her time watching over Pleiades. She shut her eyes, her teeth clamping together.

"Gwen. Get him down. Now."

Gwen groaned. She slowly climbed up the tree. Her claws sunk easily into the bark, allowing her to climb to the figure. They seemed to be sharper as of late.

The closer she got, the more uncomfortable she became. The figure struggled as she approached. The stab wounds he bore seemed all too similar to hers. She felt a sickening feeling in her stomach.

“He….lp…..m……m…..e…….”

The poor creature was crying, slurring over its own words. He must have died horribly. As Gwen got close, she saw that the figure seemed to have several large sewing needles stuck in his back. Gwen’s stomach churned as she cut each red string one by one. She tried her hardest to avoid looking at Dero’s bleeding body.

Eventually, the last string was cut, and Dero fell to the soft blood-soaked grass below. He let out a miserable, pathetic cry as Dulciana went to help him up. Her worse fears were confirmed. It was Dero, after all. He began to whisper a name Dulci was all too familiar with.

“Pleiades….Pleiades you were right… I’m sorry.”

Dero passed out, his blood still flowing onto the grass below.

[bluelockcodeblue]

Granny Itoshi anyone?

This post is brought to you by: My sister watching Avatar today 😄

Dang, imagine being the helper of Sae and Rin’s grandmother. Like she owns either a garden or bought a little farm and you work for her along with other employees but you’re the favorite.

“My snot-nosed grandsons are coming to see me.” She announces it one day like she’s bragging. You’ve never met them but she often talks about them and their successes. Usually she’s in a foul mood, and to be fair she still looks like she’s in a foul mood, but you’ve learned how to read between the lines and right now she is in an unusually good mood.

“That sounds exciting! You must miss them a whole lot~”

“Bah!” She waves the sentiment off. “Ungrateful brats. Haven’t bothered to see me since they were thirteen.”

“Oh… 😰… H-How old are they now?”

“24 and 23.”

She’s always got them baby/kiddie pictures on display in her house so you kinda got a clue as to what to expect but that’s it.

Oh. And I’m convinced she looks like Toph.

Like… are you all seeing what I’m seeing? She could totally be a base for their grandmother’s appearance.

Rin definitely takes after her.

And just look at all these screenshots, this is BLEEDING Sae and Rin attitude! (They def get it from granny)

Like, even if you only see one half of her face she’s still giving Itoshi vibes.

Need a little more convincing? I present to y’all: Grown-But-Not-Old Toph!

C’mon. That’s an Itoshi wearing that uniform.

She ends up asking you to pick them up from the airport/train station and you end up meeting Soccer Sensation Sae and a Granny lookalike💀

They’re both over this whole thing but they probably have some obligation to fulfill so they gotta deal with each other for a week or so. You’re introducing yourself and trying to welcome them but they acting just like granny Itoshi with them funky attitudes and you’re just like “Well, aren’t you at least excited to see your grandmother?”

“Tsk.” Sae waves off the sentiment. “I don’t want to see that crooked old woman. The last time she bothered to reach out, we were thirteen.”

Which paints a different picture cuz from what you gathered, granny Itoshi adored her grandsons, and was hurt that they never wanted to talk to her. 🤔

Rin just on his phone ignoring everybody. Doesn’t really care to engage much with you and the most interaction he attempted with Sae was when they fought over who’d sit in the backseat.

Sae won. (Duh)

You can already see this is gonna be a long drive and an even longer week 💀🫠

You think it’s bad now but ooh wait til you get them in that house!

[galaxywhump]

if you're interested and willing: would love to see wren having a bad day (depressed/frustrated/etc) and seeking out comfort from daniel unprompted, and daniel's reaction to that

[SV-240 masterlist]

contents: forced relationship whump, slavery whump, creepy/intimate whumper, depression, creepy comfort.

~~~

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

At least, Wren thinks, Daniel still knows that something must be wrong when he sits down next to him of his own free will; and something must be even more wrong when he leans his head against his captor's shoulder.

It's not a good day. He's not in any physical pain, he hasn't been tortured in a while, but that just means that torture is approaching, which doesn't help.

It's just depression, really. It almost feels trivial in this nightmare, but he can't deny there's no way to avoid depression in his situation, and… maybe it had been there even before the kidnapping.

Apparently it took being kidnapped and sold for him to realize his mental health has been in shambles for a while.

Today he needs comfort, but continuously reminding himself that he’s going to escape does not cut it. He needs touch, contact, but the only person who could provide it is the one who’s been hurting him this whole time, making him depressed. 

Maybe he could make it work, get that much needed touch and closeness while forgetting that it's Daniel giving it to him.

"Can you be quiet?" Wren mutters, closing his eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I just need you to hold me and not say anything and let me feel like shit in peace."

Daniel huffs, amused, and wraps his arm around Wren, holding him closer. Wren is tense at first, but when he realizes that Daniel seems to have agreed, he allows himself to relax in his embrace.

“You know you shouldn’t be ordering me around, right?”

“I’m not,” Wren groans. “If you want to punish me, then whatever, but later. Please.”

“Alright.” Daniel’s voice is soft, affectionate, and Wren doesn’t know - nor does he care, really - whether the word carries with it the promise of punishment or forgiveness.

Daniel goes back to reading - Berkeley had brought some new books, so he has plenty to read; on second thought, Berkeley’s recent visit might have contributed to Wren’s foul mood - not saying another word. Wren takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes closed, and tries to get far away from the house. He’s curled up on a couch, or an armchair, or a bed, in a living room, or a bedroom, it doesn’t matter; he’s sitting on something comfortable, and, more importantly, he’s being held by… someone. Someone without a face or a voice, who, after a minute or two, starts to run their hand up and down Wren’s arm, gently, like they could never do harm.

He knows their name and just how much harm they’re capable of doing, but he has to pretend he doesn’t. Right now the person is nothing more than a source of comfort he so desperately needs, and they want nothing in return. He’ll have to open his eyes eventually, face his captor’s delight at him seeking out his touch like this; it’s the price he’ll have to pay for this moment of peace.

Eventually, when he escapes, there will be no price. Until then, trading tiny bits of his determination for tiny bits of comfort is all he has.

~~~

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[musicthatyoucandanceto]

robin's opinions about sparks albums 1980-1988

this is part two! I posted a 70s version recently

Terminal Jive (1980) or what I call a sparks slay moment

Bops: When I'm With You (duh), Stereo, The Greatest Show on Earth (those last two are controversial apparently but I like them!!)

Flops: When I'm With You Instrumental (not interesting), Rock N' Roll People in a Disco World (my least favorite but still not bad at all)

WHOMP! THAT! SUCKER! 1981! love love love

Bops: Tips For Teens. I haven't heard anything like it ever in my whole life and I'm SO serious. Also Upstairs, and I Married A Martian, and The Willys, and underrated CLASSIC Wacky Woman. (I try to keep the bops to around 3 songs but as you can see I am failing.)

Flops, or two songs that get on my nerves for some reason: That's Not Nastassia and Don't Shoot Me. The rest of the album is soooo delicious so it's ok

Angst In My Pants (1982): this is a popular one and honestly I'm just starting to warm up to it

Bops: Sextown USA, Moustache, The Decline and Fall of Me (it gets stuck in my head while I'm at work), and oops a bonus one, Eaten By The Monster of Love

Flops: Instant Weight Loss (I just don't like it), and Sherlock Holmes if I'm not in the right mood for it. sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not

In Outer Space (1983) !! I forgot about this one when posting this initially and I’m sad about it!!

Bops: Cool Places, I Wish I Looked A Little Better, All You Ever Think About Is Sex (yes, the basic choices, but they carry the whole album and make it one of my favorites. Plus I loooooove Jane Weidlin in this <3)

Flops: Dance Goddammit? I guess? My least favorite on the album and it’s still excellent!!!

Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat (1984) ... not my favorite sparks album tbh

Bops: A Song That Sings Itself, With All My Might sometimes, and... Progress?? idk

Flops: Everybody Move (haha it's spelled as 'Everbody Move' on Spotify which is wrong!), Sparks in the Dark pts 1 and 2? but that feels like cheating

Music That You Can Dance To (1986): that’s my username tee hee

Bops: MODESTY PLAYS !!! fuck yeah dude she sure does, Rosebud, Change if you include that on this album and Music That You Can Dance To if you don't

Flops: Fingertips, Armies of the Night (🤥), Let's Get Funky

Interior Design (1988): kind of fond of this one bc everyone seems to hate it and I like to be contrary sometimes

Bops: So Important, Madonna, The Toughest Girl in Town

Flops: You Got a Hold of My Heart, The Big Brass Ring (but I'm sure everyone says they don't like that one)

I wasn’t sure where to put A Walk Down Memory Lane but I’m listening to it now and it’s actually pretty cool!! that’s an extra bop baby

[moonlightsapphic]

Y’ALL NEED TO STOP ARGUING ABOUT BILLIE EILISH I SWEAR

She was obviously just being funny and in the comments of her post, it looks like other queer public figures (JVN, Lucy Dacus, Amybeth McNulty, Stevie Boebi, Alix Traeger, even Autumn Kennedy who runs tstourtips) are playing along in the comments. I think it’s heartwarming!

Yes, it’s clear she personally does not want to let the topic of her queerness overshadow her art in interviews, and she wasn’t quite ready for that follow up question from the Vareity interviewer. She looked nervous. she wanted to be able to come out casually and move on. (Perhaps she was just tired of being assumed straight or called a queerbaiter, and it was as simple as needing to quickly clear up public misconception. Which is so fair.)

> Especially considering how she was in good spirits during the red carpet interview in question (watch the video, just please watch the video and see for yourself), it’s obvious she’s just trying to lighten the mood (for both herself and everyone else) with that IG caption.

All of that said, she could have taken into account that the media and public can be both dumb and malicious, and that they would try to twist her funky li’l IG vent out of context and then blame the sweet reporter, who was quite nice (plus queer and PoC herself!). To an extent Billie should have expected and prepared for the polite follow-up questions, considering that her ideal world (where sexuality isn’t a big deal) isn’t the world we’re living in yet, especially outside of rich celebrity circles. It is important information that she should clarify, even for her own protection from the media/public trying to twist her initial vague statements about attraction to women this way or that. Her team prepared her poorly.

(We can make the argument that the Variety reporter could perhaps have started with “Are you comfortable answering questions about your sexuality?” … but I’m sure if at any point Billie had said “Actually I would rather talk about my music or fashion right now,” the reporter would have immediately complied anyway. I think she makes it quite clear that she is a part of the community, and ally and a safe space and well intentioned. Billie was just put on the spot, she didn’t think of that route. And she wanted to vent on IG, because it must be so much to deal with when millions of people and the fucking BBC is suddenly talking about your sexuality. That’s all.)

Still, I agree with y’all in that Billie’s wording on the IG post was poor considering how the masses are unsurprisingly thinking of it as an accusation. Perhaps most importantly, using the word “outing” lightheartedly is tone deaf considering recent events where celebrities have been forced to come out or actually outed. And that’s something Billie could take away from the absolute media clusterfuck this is becoming.

Finally, I agree that she is very privileged and has a lot of influence she could use to support the LGBTQ+ community. But she’s still a person and she deserves to “come out” (or like, just start talking about her queerness) and have people not make a big deal about her identity if that is what’s most comfortable to her. This is a right all queer people should have regardless of their status. She doesn’t owe it to us to immediately become a queer spokesperson. Identity is hard for everyone. You guys are quickly forgetting how people accused her of queerbaiting back when she put out the Lost Cause MV and captioned a photo “i love girls”. (Why people are obsessed with labels, and the nuances of it are a whole other rant for another day, but I digress.) And honestly? She’s so right, leave her alone. She’s had fucking enough. Let queer people be.

TL; DR: Billie is not mad at any reporters for “outing” her. Billie doesn’t think anyone “outed” her in the first place! Billie is just annoyed that a big deal was made of her sexuality after she started talking about her queerness (which she did, intentionally and of her own accord, and also confirmed that it was a coming out of sorts from her end). She simply did not feel ready to talk about it again at 11:00 AM on the red carpet and all the attention was nerve-wracking. So she was venting using (albeit tone-deaf) hyperbolae on an IG post. The reporter was great, too, and absolutely should not be canceled. I hope this clears it up.

[dragonairice]

BMC characters as things people I know have said because everyone else did it

Rich: Don’t be a joker. Be a clown. Get paid for making people laugh ~ Jeremy: My position on this couch reflects my position in society Michael: What does that even MEAN??? ~

Jeremy: Oh my God Oh my God oh my God- Mr.Heere: What’s wrong? Jeremy: I just told Michael I’m Bi! Jeremy:...SHIT I JUST TOLD YOU I’M BI-

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Chloe: I’m not in the mood for a boyfriend right now

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Jenna: No no no, go on, I’ve never seen a trainwreck in person before

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Jake: Wish I was a credit card so people would call me valid

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Jake: One’s death and the other’s debt. Both equally terrible things

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Jeremy: I don’t subscribe to gender

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Brooke: Is this a rhombus?...I’m just gonna call it a slanted rectangle

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Rich: What do you call a kid with no life? Jeremy: Me? Rich: Dead Jeremy: Oh

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Michael: You would die without me Jeremy: I would not Michael: You follow me to the bathroom!

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Jake: It’s not over till the fat lady sings Jake: And Christine is about to ask me who the fat lady is

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Michael: Okay first of all, don’t question my thought process, second, good one-liners before you shoot an atheist?

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Chloe: A piano’s still gonna be a fucking piano, no matter who’s playing it

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Jeremy: Do your work Rich: What if I did you instead? Jeremy: Not in school bro Rich: OH???

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Michael: I WAS JUST JUMPED BY A WHITE MAN Jeremy: I JUST WANTED TO HUG YOU JESUS CHRIST 

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Chloe: I’m looking forward to seeing your half of our project Rich Rich: Yeah I’m looking forward to seeing it too

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SQUIP: I’m aromantic Jeremy: You smell nice?

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Christine: I know what it is I just don’t know what it is

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Jenna [to Chloe]: You’re turning into a white woman please stop

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Brooke: Did you see Jeremy today? I like his vibes Chloe: That’s not a vibe that’s a cry for help

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Rich: Raccoons are the world’s natural vibrators Jeremy:...I don’t even wanna know

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Jenna, vlogging with the squad: This is what virgins do on a daily basis

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Brooke: I don’t get it- my triangle looks abnormal! Michael: ...That’s a rectangle?

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Jeremy: My brain is not braining

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Jeremy [Betrayed]: after everything I’ve done for you? Chloe: Do more

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Christine: What in the diddly darn gosh wholly heck Christine: Sorry I wanted to see how many funky things I could fit into one curse

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Christine [pointing at herself in the mirror]: You are no silly quirky; you are a fool

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Chloe: If you guys can donate some money please do Chloe: I mean, I can’t, I’m broke, but like you all can donate

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Michael: be gay, do crime Jenna: be queer, have fear

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Jake: Hey what’s alliteration? Michael:...Aren’t you an English student-

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Jeremy: I don’t have a death wish I just wouldn’t complain if I died

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Christine [talking about her cat]: Do you know how many times he’s just peed on my things and left? Chloe: Ugh. Men