Aug 20, 2020
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
Ahh I just finished reading a really sad Risotto fic today 🥺 To help ease off the sadness, I shall imagine him teaching a puppy how to howl while he has it laying on his chest for the rest of the night ✨✨✨
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BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
Ahh I just finished reading a really sad Risotto fic today 🥺 To help ease off the sadness, I shall imagine him teaching a puppy how to howl while he has it laying on his chest for the rest of the night ✨✨✨
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
"Can I go where you go?...
You had sang the song to him on the boatride that defined your future, a smile on your face as you laid your head against his shoulder and your voice a soft sweet hum against the loud thrum of the speedboat,
C-can we always be th-this clo.. ose?"
...and you sang it to him again as the light in his ametrine irises receded and he closed his eyes never to open again.
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
Crossover AUs on my mind and I'm thinking about La Squadra boys as Durmstrang students. I just really like the image of these boys in uniform ✨
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
"Happy Birthday Y/N!"
"Guys you didn't have...to. Are these coupons?...Why do they have your names on them?"
"Oh you can redeem an assassination with every coupon." Melone chirps, "Just write the name and details of the person you want and give it to your chosen hitman."
"😦"
"You only get 8 hits though, one from each of us, cuz Pesci made you a cake. From scratch!😀"
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
The only time Melone is allowed in the kitchen is when the ingredients need dicing. He'd have a Junior the size of a baby in his arms and would have it poke the meat and veggies with its hands while making "boop!" sounds. When all the ingredients have been booped, he'll exit the kitchen dancing to go back and idk, maybe teach the baby junior the best places to stab someone or summin' 😶
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
Dancing in the blood of your enemies but it's you and Demon Lord Dio waltzing in the aftermath of his carnage.
"May I have this dance, m'lady?"
"*you roll your eyes* You have a very twisted take on romance, my lord."
"Ah, and yet you still love me."
"And yet I still love you."
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
Sobbing into your hands as relief crashes over you, months of surpressed pain and longing finally coming out to the surface only to be washed away as you felt him hold you closer. Your fingertips grazed the skin of his arms, every ridge, every bump and every scar already burned into your mind before you even saw them. Your thoughts were a flurry of words that came as fast as your tears, the memory of the nights when you only had his shirt and the remnants of his scent to keep your loneliness company being replaced entirely by this one moment.
"I'm back." he murmurs, and you choked back more tears so that you can hear him more clearly. It's been too long.
He held you for a long time, both of you not minding the number of minutes wasted in each other's embrace. You'll take as much time as you need to savor the moment of his return and with the way his hold on you seems to be getting tighter by the second, you know he plans to do the same.
BUTTERED THOUGHTS...
Everytime you decide to work out, Risotto would already be in your small gym space doing his usual routine and every single time he manages to fuck up your schedule because he'd be pulling you towards him just to whisper how hot you look in your gym clothes. How are you supposed to do some work done if he keeps distracting you by winking at you through the mirrors 😩?