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bagely · 12 days

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THIS HAS BEEN IN DRAFT FOR A WHILE AND THIS IS AN AU THAT NEVER FINISHED ((What a surprise )

I don't remember what much it really was, but the only fact that matters is that Missa is a famous singer and that Philza is unemployed or something like that idk.

Night had already fallen on the neighborhood when Missa gently opened the door to him home, trying not to make noise so as not to disturb him children's sleep. His older brother, Spreen, had offered him a ride home after his concert, a kind offer Missa gratefully accepted.

“Thank you for bringing me home, Spreen,” Missa whispered as he crossed the threshold, careful not to make too much noise.

Spreen gave him a warm smile. “It's nothing, I was just walking around anyway.”

Missa took a step inside the house, but before closing the door, he turned back to him brothim. The cold night air was seeping through the opening, making him shiver. “It's cold... Are you coming inside? I'll make you some tea in thanks.”

Spreen hesitated for a moment, worried about disturbing the sleeping children. “Are you sure? I don't want to wake your children with noise.”

“They're like a rock, don't be sorry,” Missa reassured him with a smile. he playfully tapped him brother's shoulder, encouraging him to come inside. “Come in.”

Spreen gave in to his younger brother's insistence and followed him inside the cozy house. However, as he passed through the living room on his way to the kitchen, an unpleasant scene caught his attention. Thime, lying on the sofa, lay Philza, Missa's husband, sound asleep. The table in front of him was adorned with two empty wine bottles and two glasses, one of which still contained traces of the reddish liquid.

Missa stopped dead in him tracks, feeling a pang of guilt as he remembered that he had planned to return early from him concert to spend some quality time with him husband. The young jet-haired boy glanced sidelong at his older brother, whose expression reflected disapproval of Philza.

Spreen didn't need to say anything; Missa could read his thoughts just by looking at his face. A tense silence hung over them, until finally Spreen broke the spell.

“I remembered I have things to do,” he muttered, turning to leave.

Missa followed him out the door, feeling helpless at the situation. “Oh... okay...”

The door closed behind Spreen, and Missa returned to the living room taking the empty bottles to take them to the trash.

A quick hand caught him wrist, he looked up to meet him husband's face, eyes wide.

“I thought you were sleeping” Missa set the empty bottles on the table and sat next to Philza on the couch. him husband's eyes were glassy and his breath smelled of wine, but there was a vulnerability in his gaze that broke him heart.

“How much did you drink?” asked Missa in a soft tone, not wanting to sound accusatory. he stroked Philza's arm in a comforting gesture.

Philza wandered him eyes over the empty bottles, counting them with narrowed eyes. “One...two...I don't know,” he finally admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “You're late.”

him husband's words stabbed like daggers into Missa's chest. “I'm sorry... I...” he began, him voice trembling. “I was asked to sing a few more songs and...” he searched desperately for an excuse, a way to atone for him fault, but the words stuck in him throat. “I forgot.”

Philza looked at him with glazed eyes, but there was a sadness in them that went beyond simple drunkenness. “He hates me.”

Missa frowned, confused. “Who, Spreen...no, he doesn't hate you...he just...”

“He just thinks I'm holding you back with my children and keeping you from excelling as a singer,” Philza interrupted in a bitter tone. “ I sometimes wonder if it's true.. if I should let you go.”

“Hey, don't, don't.. act like that.” he brought him hands to him cheeks and caressed them tenderly “I love Chayanne and Tallulah...and you...nor Did he seek to change that, you're not ruining anything.”

They melted into a tight embrace, Missa circling Philza's face with soft, tear-salted kisses. Their bodies trembled with contained weeping as they clung to each other, seeking comfort in the warmth of each other's arms.

They remained like that for an interminable time, until a dull thud startled them. Turning toward the source of the sound, they distinguished blond locks peeking out from behind a half-open door.

“Chayanne go to sleep.” Missa spoke.

“fine...” Said him son's gossipy voice. “But.. why does dad have puffy eyes? and why are you kissing dad? And why aren't you asleep? And why...”

“Chayanne” Missa repeated in a slightly louder tone.

“Right.” he said letting out a chuckle.

#qsmp #pissa #deathduo #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #this is angst? maybe #unfinished #I actually don't remember what all this is so #this is a thing i guess #the title of wet cat has been changed #now is Philza's

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theclockworkjudas · 2 years

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Osculum Obscenum

(So I got inspired and started a snippet. Planning on posting this bit here to the masses and once I get an actual coherent fic out of it I'll post to AO3)

Nihil knew he'd fucked up kissing the girl the second he looked up and saw Imperator gone. That figures, her getting pissed off and leaving in the middle of his set. And for what? A kiss? It's not like he was really into the chick, and she's gotta know that the whole jigolo thing is the main reason why they've retained the fan base they have.

He considers, as he launches into "Satan in my Heart" completely on autopilot. And yet, every time they meet to discuss the "project" she insists on rubbing it in his face that she made him, which, the audacity of the thing. He glances back down among the crowd to see Little Miss Slim and Sexy maintaining eye contact with him with a hunger he hasn't seen from his broad in ages.

He considers the consequences of the track his brain is going for only a moment as they wrap up the set. After all, Nihil has never been one for impulse control.

#this is a thing i guess #consider it a draft #young papa nihil #snippet

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goldensunset · 8 months

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advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love

#peach rambles #you don’t have to get rid of blorbo and squimbus!! they would look great on top of your beautiful new nightstand you’ve been excited about #hall of fame i guess #i get. the sneaking suspicion this post has inspired at least two other posts #to the effect of ‘uhmmm i was ALWAYS excited about these things??’#yes i did have to do my own chores as a kid prommy. i just didn’t have feelings about stuff yet ok

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quibbs · 1 month

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just had SO much fun with the fallout tv show... i love you missus okey dokey

#fallout #fallout tv show #my art #lucy maclean #i was not expecting it to be so good but it was!! delightful #i think i like video game adaptations better when they do their own thing with it lol #such a relief to instead of seeing something regurgitated mindlessly for profit #its actually just a completely fresh story but in a familiar setting. cool balm on my skin #i guess that's where i'm at in the remake hell we all live in rn #ella purnell has the sweetest biggest eyes i've ever god damn seen

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lizardsfromspace · 8 months

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Love the random censorship in Victorian novels. Mr. ------- came down from -----shire in the summer of 18--. Who? Where? When? Wouldn't you like to know, book boy

#books #i've never found a good explanation for why this was a thing but if anyone knows share it i guess

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nnobodoodles · 1 month

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