#jade *grips his shoulders* jade do you know what that does to me?
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thinking about those twst valentine message cards and i cannot get over the fact that jade addresses you as “my dearest.”
#meraki mumbles#jade *grips his shoulders* jade do you know what that does to me?#he really is an eel because he's so slick T_T#he's after my heart orz
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hiiiiiiiii jade! <3
would you be willing to write a fic about girl dad!spencer x bombshell!reader? i can only imagine what an adorable riot their daughter would be!!!
tysm!
ty for requesting!! mom!reader
Spencer always thought you were too beautiful for him. Too funny, too brave, too confident. For years he feared he’d never be anyone you could love; he was the opposite of all your best parts, he talked too much about the wrong things, he went red whenever you so much as looked at him, and he couldn’t flirt back, not for anything.
But it’s been a very long time since he felt that way. What good is a father who doesn’t believe in being yourself? Amanda deserved to be loved from the moment she drew breath, and he shouldn’t have been any different.
Now, though, he’s wondering if he shouldn’t be so accepting of all her whims. “I am not wearing that, daddy,” she says.
She’s just old enough to put together sentences but young enough that the individual words sound like building blocks, chunky and clumsy on her little mouth. Her lips are yours, her smiles and frowns one hundred percent you. (Though you argue with him often that the quizzical pout she does is all his.)
“What do you mean, angel?” he asks, bent over her sock drawer looking for a matching pair.
“This is pink, and this is purple.” She points.
“Yes, and you like pink and purple!”
“I like pink… and I like purple,” she says.
“But not together?” he asks knowingly. “You want them at different times, is that it?”
She runs for his legs, hugging them tightly. “Thank you.”
“You’re so much like your mommy it’s scary,” he whispers playfully, leaning down to pat her small back. “Okay, angel. I’ll find you a different dress to wear. Or maybe the dungarees!”
She lifts her chin up to smile at him. “Y’okay.”
“Spencer, Amy!” you call, voice carrying from the kitchen. “Are you guys ready? We have to go soon and you haven’t even eaten!”
Spencer used to sit at his desk daydreaming about you. He’d drink five cups of tea a day to get to walk past you for the kitchenette, hoping you’d be making a coffee, that you’d flirt with him over corporate rewarded donuts. Now you’re making him breakfast as he persuades your daughter into jelly shoes because she wants tall shoes like mommy. They compromise —Any will wear the wrong shoes if Spencer agrees to carry her to the kitchen table.
“Sorry,” Spencer says as he pushes open the door into the kitchen. He's trying to be the best dad he can be all the time, but he doesn’t have a knack for the mornings like you do. “We won’t be late.”
“That depends on how agreeable my lovely girl is feeling today.” You pick up the pink plastic plate you’ve filled with eggs, toast, and a mix of washed berries. “What do you think, Amy? Looks nummy?”
“Chocolate chip?” she asks, eyes already widening.
“It’s breakfast, honey,” you say, scooping her out of Spencer’s arm to carry her to the table. “Chocolate chips are for dinner.”
“Please?”
“If you promise to be really super duper good at Uncle Derek’s, then yes, you can have some chocolate chips,” you say, tucking her chair in, and kissing her chubby cheek. “You want me to make you milk or juice, mm?”
Spencer spots the two plates you’ve made up for you and him on the counter and quickly brings them to the table, sliding yours in front of you with a long-pronged fork, his hand on your shoulder to keep you in your seat. “I’ll get it,” he says, ducking down to kiss you on the side of the mouth.
You turn to Amy. “See that, sweetheart? See how nice and kind your daddy is to me? He’s soooo nice. This is why we love him so much, and we appreciate him so much.”
Amy nods emphatically, blueberries tumbling off of her plastic fork. “So much,” she echoes, her voice like melting sugar.
He has a weird moment by the fridge where he has to grip the handle. “You know I used to dream about making you a cup of coffee in the mornings?” he asks.
“Spencer, come over here and kiss me again, please,” you say, sympathetic and fond.
“Me too!” Amy says through fruit. “Me first.”
“Oh, gosh, this is one of the hardest decisions of my life,” he says, sweeping in to dot your cheeks with kisses, hers then yours, three apiece.
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rafe x jealous!reader inspired by lana del rey „jealous girl“ (unreleased song sadly)🎀
„if i can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can.“
where he broke up with her because of her obsessive & jealous behavior a few weeks ago. (let’s pretend he’s not a killer haha) she sees him with another girl at a kook party & explodes with emotions. she beats up the girl & punches rafe & screams her lungs out that he belongs to her and no one else & that no one can have him if she can’t. topper and kelce literally have to drag her away from the poor beat up girl.
which literally leads to her breaking into tannyhill & threaten him with a gun. i’m thinking about no happy end because she ends up killing him and herself. but that’s up to you. or you can just erase the no happy end!
hope it’s not too gory, if it is it’s okay! maybe you could recommend someone who writes this kind of „gore“😩
BRO I LOVE THIS!!!! OMFG!!!!! she is me fr, bc who tf does Rafe think he is ???? leaving me??? NAH bby.
CW: violence, strong language, jealous!reader, toxic!reader, alcohol consumption, mention of a gun, breaking and entering, toxic relationship, mentions of blood. i think that’s it?
I didn’t understand why he’d left me. I mean, sure, I could be unpredictable and a little overly jealous. But he was mine. Any woman in my position would be the same way, right?
Maybe I took it too far sometimes. Maybe that was my problem. No, fuck that. If you’re not obsessed with the man or woman you’re with, then what’s the point, right? I was obsessed with him. I still am. So seeing him here with her has my blood boiling.
“Don’t do it.” My best friend, Kayla, says firmly.
I narrow my eyes on her, biting at the rim of my solo cup. “Don’t do what?” I ask, feigning innocence.
Kayla sighs, tossing back the rest of her drink before setting the cup onto the countertop. I place my eyes back on Rafe. He stands at the other side of the room, his right arm draped around the bitches shoulder as he laughs at whatever bullshit Topper was saying. He’s not that fucking funny.
I feel Kayla’s hand on my shoulder before she’s spinning me around to face her. Her amber eyes are narrowed in on my face. “I see the way you’re looking over there. Whatever you’re thinking of doing, squash it. It’s not fucking worth it, Y/N.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. It is fucking worth it. Rafe Cameron is mine, and it’s about time I remind him of that.
“Kayla, haven’t you ever loved someone so much, that you become overly obsessed with them? That you would do whatever the fuck it took to prove that they belonged to you? Because that’s what I feel for Rafe. I’m never going to win him back with her in the way.”
She sighs for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. “Look, I get it. But you’re not going to win him back by doing something stupid. If you go over there, you might as well kiss him goodbye forever.”
She’s right. But I’ll never tell her that. Instead, I down the rest of my drink, tossing the cup into the trash bag that sits behind me and say, “I don’t give a fuck. She’s touching what’s mine. And that’s just unacceptable.”
I yank myself from her grip, turning and making my way toward Rafe and Jade.
Rafe’s eyes go wide when he sees me approaching, and I can’t help the smile that spreads on my lips.
“Hi baby, you miss me?” I ask him, batting my lashes while smiling widely.
“What’re you doing, Y/N? We’re not together anymore.”
I frown. “Baby, come on. You know you didn’t mean that shit. So why the fuck are you saying stupid shit? And why the fuck are you draped all over this bitch?” I ask, pointing toward the bleach blonde that’s tucked underneath his right arm.
A smile forms on Jade’s face, making my blood boil and my hands fist down by my sides.
“Oh Y/N.. You poor thing. Rafe told me you were fucking craz-”
My fist connecting with her nose cuts her words off. She falls to the ground, blood pouring from her nose as she holds it, glaring up at me.
“You bitch!” She shouts, and I just laugh. I jump onto her weak body, throwing punch after punch to her once perfect face. My knuckles are split from her teeth, my voice hoarse from screaming as I continuously hit the poor girl.
I feel two sets of strong arms ripping me up off her, my feet instinctively kick forward, getting her in the face one more good time before I’m physically dragged out of the house.
“Yo! Calm the fuck down, Y/N! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
My body is buzzing, adrenaline pumping through my veins has me seeing fucking stars right now. I look up, my eyes focusing on a mortified Topper and Kelce. I smile at them coldly.
“You guys are no fun” I pout. “I was winning back there ya know?”
Topper scoffs, his eyes wide. “You fucking broke her nose Y/N! You fucked her face up, Rafe’s gonna have to take her to the hospital… What’re you gonna do if one of them turns you into the police?!”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in my chest. “Oh please, Top. Rafe would never turn me in. He loves me.”
Kelce throws his hands up, turning and giving me his back before walking into the house to presumably check on Rafe and his bitch.
Topper takes a cautious step toward me, his right hand landing on my shoulder. I glare at his hand for a second before he pulls back, sighing. “Look, he did love you. But you scared him away. You were too jealous and too obsessive. Rafe didn’t like that, so now you have to let him go.”
I laugh at that too. Maybe Topper is funnier than I gave him credit for.
“Top, he will be mine. No one else in this world is good enough for him. I’ll make sure he knows that.”
Before he can say anything else, I turn on my heels and skip down the steps of his front porch, making my way home to get the things I’ll need for later together.
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Two hours after I’d absolutely beat the shit out of Jade in front of all of my friends, I’m sitting outside of Tannyhill, my right hand holding the small metal weapon i’d gotten from my house, fingertips tracing over the trigger slowly while I hum silently to myself.
Rafe will learn tonight, that if I can’t have him. No one can.
He’ll either be smart and take me back, or I’ll take us both out. The choice is his.
After what felt like forever, his headlights lighting up the driveway have me sitting up straighter in my spot. I watch as he pulls his truck to the side, putting it in park and hopping out. He makes his way to the door, slightly swaying from all the alcohol I assume he consumed after Top and Kelce threw me out.
Fuck them. And fuck Rafe for allowing it. He should stick up for me. He should fucking love me. I do everything for him. I would do anything he asked. And yet, he doesn’t want me? The thought of him with anyone else has my blood fucking boiling.
I watch as he pushes the door open, moving to shut it but I quickly stand and sprint toward the door, stopping it with my hand. He drunkenly staggers backward, turning his head as a confused “what the?” falls from his mouth.
His eyes land on mine, squinting to try and make out who he’s looking at since it’s kinda dark in here.
“Hi, Rafe.”
His eyes go wide and he stumbles backward, throwing his hands up. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks, shaking his head from side to side.
A slow smile makes its way onto my lips. I make my way farther into the house, shutting and locking the door behind me. “I came to see you, baby. Why would you ask me that?”
He laughs. “We’re- we’re not together Y/N. You fucking broke Jade’s nose, along with many other bones in her face. You’re fucked in the head. Please, leave.”
I can’t contain the laugh that bubbles in my chest. I take a few slow steps toward him, and he matches them, taking a few steps back.
“Rafe, you’re hurting my feelings. You love me, why are you acting like you don’t?”
His back hits the couch behind him, and he sticks his hands behind him to catch himself. His blue eyes are wide and full of fear.
“Y/N… I- I did love you, but you were too jealous, too fucking obsessive… I couldn’t handle that shit.”
Tears fill my eyes as the words leave his mouth. They stung. But he also just pissed me off. I pull the gun I had tucked in my hoodie pocket out, pointing it toward him as I let the first tear fall.
“How could you say that, Rafe? I love you! I would do fucking anything for you! Why can’t you just accept me for who I am?”
Rafe’s eyes go wider—if that’s even possible— and he raises his hands higher. “Y/N… We can talk about this. Put the gun away baby.”
I let out a laugh that makes me sound borderline insane, and maybe I am. But love makes you do crazy things right? I love him, and if I can’t have him, no one can…
“Don’t fucking lie to me!” I scream, my hands shaking as I continue pointing the gun at his beautiful face.
“I-I’m not lying. Please, princess. Put the gun away so we can talk…”
I take another slow step toward him, standing almost directly in front of him now. His intoxicating scent floods my senses, making me feel almost dizzy.
I clear my throat, blinking away the fresh tears as my shaky hands stay pointing in his direction. “I would have done anything for you. I love you, and you just cast me aside because what? Because I cared too much? Because I was so in love with you it made me fucking crazy?” I pause, letting out a choked laugh as I watch the fear in his eyes slowly turn into sadness. He fucking felt bad? Good. “I love you, Rafe. I’m just here to let you know… If I can’t have you, no one can.”
His blue eyes well up with tears, and he quickly blinks them away. Lowering his hands to his sides, he takes a cautious step toward me, the barrel of the gun pressed into his chest. He reaches out his right hand, running his thumb across my cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen.
“Sweetheart… Put the gun away, and let’s talk, yeah?”
I sniff, my eyes finding his piercing blue ones. I slowly nod my head, lowering the gun in front of me, hearing him let out a deep exhale before his hands wrap around the cold metal object. He quickly turns the safety on and tosses the gun behind him and onto the couch.
Tears flow quickly down my face, choked out sobs pulled from my chest as I just stare back at the man who’d broke my heart. If he didn’t choose me, I wasn’t sure how I’d continue living. I needed him. The thought of never feeling him again, never smelling his scent, having his lips on mine, hearing his soothing voice — it was all too much for me to think about.
His arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush into his hard body, has all of those negative thoughts flying out the window. He still loves me.
I sob into his chest, apologies falling from my mouth like word vomit as he lovingly rubs his hand up and down the length of my back, shushing me. “Shhh, s’okay baby. ‘M here. I’m sorry.”
He holds me, swaying our bodies back and forth for what feels like forever. The sweet words spilling from his mouth and the feel of his hands on my body again are comforting. Like a warm blanket wrapped around you on a particularly cold day, or like your grandmother having cookies out for you after school.
Rafe was my safe space. He was my home. And I couldn’t lose him. I refused to go on in life without him by my side.
His next words hurt, but gave me a sense of hope that we could make it work after all.
“We can work on us, okay? I’m not going anywhere princess,” He pauses, lifting my head from his chest so my eyes are on him, “But you need to get help. Get medicated or something. You can’t be going off the rails batshit crazy all the time. I’m worried about you, and I need to know you won’t lose your goddamn head anytime you feel threatened by someone.”
My eyes search his, his eyes telling me he means every word he’s saying. I couldn’t be mad. I was a little over the top sometimes. If getting help for my psycho tendencies meant getting to keep Rafe? I’d do it. I’d do anything to keep him.
I swallow thickly, nodding my head, “Okay…”
He places his right hand on the back of my head, pushing it back down onto his chest and pressing his lips onto the top of my head. My body melts into his, my arms tightly hugging at his waist as I silently cry. I suck in a shaky breath, mumbling against his chest, “I love you, Rafe.”
He sighs, rubbing his hands up and down my back softly. “I know, princess. I know.” He pauses, and the hesitation of him telling me he loves me too pulls at my heart. Shattering me. But he finally says the four words that kept me sane, “I love you too.”
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By any chance, could you give us some more Jiejie content? I’m feeling, dare I say, 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝔂 😈😗
Of course anon! Here's a Zhongli jiejie treat because I love her too~
"Hand over all your belongings, and I promise we won't hurt you," snarls the man before you, three of his cronies trailing behind him, their axes and crowbars dragging against the cold ground. You stumble backwards, heart thumping in your ears, your grip on your satchel tight and defiant. There's no way you'll give them your hard-earned Mora.
"Final warning," he growls, "or I'll chop you to pieces."
It's a deserted area, so shouting won't get you any help...and you're not sure if you're strong enough to take on four armed men at once; taking a deep breath, you whisper a prayer to the earth.
Rex Lapis, please protect me.
The leader of the pack raises his axe and swings, but a slender hand interrupts his arc, holding onto his arm with unprecedented strength. A woman - golden eyes blazing in fury, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders and merging with her equally dark robes.
"Attempting to purloin some Mora?" she asks, twisting his arm, his strangled cry piercing the stillness. "Do not forget that such wealth is the guarantor of the people's hard work and resilience. Betraying such a sacred contract with the Geo Lord only taints His blood." Saying this, she effortlessly tosses the man aside, not batting an eye as he crashes into some metal pipes and loses consciousness.
You stare at her, wide-eyed. The lady carries herself with elegance, her hips swaying slightly with every step she takes toward the other three ruffians. They exchange glances, nod at each other, then charge at her all at once.
With a scream, you beg her to turn and run, but the golden-eyed woman merely dodges their assault gracefully, summoning a gleaming spear and knocking their weapons clean off of them - they soar through the air, clattering in the distance. That doesn't deter the hooligans, for they lunge again, arms swinging violently - but the woman sends torpedoes of jade hurtling toward them, piercing them and exploding into a million particles of stardust. When it clears, the three are still and lifeless as statues on the ground, rendered petrified.
She runs a hand through her silky dark hair, expression completely indifferent after that scuffle. The woman hadn't even broken a sweat, and - does she even have a Vision? She wielded Geo energy like it was of her own flesh and blood...
She turns to you, cupping your cheek tenderly. "Are you alright?" she asks, suddenly gentle, her thumb caressing your cheek.
"M-Mo..." you stammer, and the woman's eyebrows raise.
They know I am Morax, she thinks, paling, and silently goes through ways she can get you to keep her secret. She doesn't expect what actually comes out of your mouth, though.
"...Mommy?"
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Hello, if you don't mind, I want to request a sceanrio or headcanons (which one you more prefer is fine by me) with Jade insist to take care of his crush after a long day of dishwashing duty in Monstro Lounge despite his crush doubt that he might wanted to get them in his debt and does not realize that he did that because he has a crush on them? Feel free to skip this req if it's makes you uncomfortable though <3 Thank you!
oldie but one that i thought of a bit even when i was on hiatus... scenario format because maybe i want jade to take care of mw after a long workday too. What the hell
word count: 1345
pairing: jade x gn!reader
content warnings: wish fulfillment none:)
You exhale heavily, your shoulders slumping even without you willing them to, as the very last plate is cleaned to perfection, setting it down with all the others...
It's not that you expected a night of dishwashing to be the easiest thing in the world — but luck really wasn't on your side that day, and it turned out it was the third years' last day of exam week.
Which meant, the Lounge would be crowded. Which meant, you'd have a lot of dishes to wash. Which meant, as you just now discovered, your upper back, forearms, and feet would start to actively try to kill you.
At least it's all just over, you think. You pull off your apron and the rubber gloves that did nothing to keep your hands from going wrinkly from exaggerated humidity, then you turn around, ready to report to Azul that your shift was over—
Then, in your tired haze, you bump into something, someone, and it doesn't even register who it is until a firm grip on your upper arm keeps you from embarrassingly stumbling for a good moment.
"J...Jade? What are you doing here?"
He looks at you. His hand is still gripping your arm, though... it's done really softly, especially for an attempt at keeping someone from tripping.
And he smiles softly, politely at you. Like he always does.
"I could perhaps ask you the same question." He says, a lilt to his voice, releasing your arm as you step back into a balanced stance. "It's rather late, you know? Azul was even looking for you."
"Oh, was he?" You cringe at the way it comes out a little more bitter than you'd intended, but... you're tired, and Jade was... strange, but definitely not a tyrant. "Well, I was about to go look for him and say I'm done with the dishes. There was just..." You glance behind yourself, seeing the piles of plates and glasses, the dish soap bubbles that got everywhere. "There was a lot."
Jade's gaze follow yours, and his smile softens, even more when he looks back at you.
"In that case, why don't you let me inform him instead, and I could... get you something to eat in the meantime? You must be hungry."
Alarm bells ring inside your head. The offer is tempting, of course it's tempting, but this is still Octavinelle, and Jade is still Azul's... henchman, or something. You grimace while you try to get your tired brain to think of a response.
"Um... no, thanks, I'd rather not be indebted to—"
"Ah. You're worried about that?" He asks, and the look on his face, while hardly different from his usual poised smile, has a hint of... something different that you couldn't quite place. "In that case, we could arrange a way for you to... give me something in return?"
"Uh..." Again, the alarm bells continue. If they weren't mental, the noise would probably be intense enough to give you a headache— "I don't... think I have anything you'd..."
"Your company, in exchange for any menu item free of charge. How does that sound?"
What.
You blink, genuinely dumbfounded. Jade still smiles. Always does. You're not sure if it's a joke, a part of you says it's a bad idea, but...
"You want my company in return for the favor." You echo to him, and he nods.
"Yes. I'll tell Azul you're done with your work, and fetch you whatever you wish. Then we can get a sit while you eat. Does that work for you?"
"That..." You really wish you could protest, but at the worst moment possible, your own hunger makes itself known. "...okay."
"Lovely. You can wait at the Lounge. What would you like to have?"
You mumble out your usual order, still a bit confused, and he gives you a nod as you part ways. Out of the kitchen, you don't waste too much time in taking one of the seats with cushy chairs, sighing in relief when you feel your body sinking into them just slightly, supporting those overworked limbs.
The Lounge really was empty. You have a few minutes to stare at it, all by yourself — it really must be late — and even dare to bask in the comfy, yet classy lighting of the environment.
It felt so much different like this. No music, no people to serve. It was... relaxing, surprisingly. Even though it was your workplace, and the source of quite a lot of stress in your life...
"The boss is notified. Here's your food." Jade chimes in with a playful tone after what feels like way too little time, setting a plate of your very favorite Mostro Lounge special in front of you. You can't help the way your eyes widen at it a bit, still not fully grasping the situation.
"And Azul is okay with this?" You grab the fork, but look up at Jade first, watching as he takes a seat in front of you.
"Of course. I wouldn't do that otherwise."
He chuckles, and despite your cautiousness, you can't resist the urge to dig into your food. It tastes even better after all that work.
And for some reason, it makes Jade's smile just a touch brighter when he watches you eat.
"It's important to eat well, you know. I hope you've been getting enough meals lately. Exam weeks are never kind."
"Yeah, I... I mean, I'm doing fine. If I want to keep up with all the work, I have to eat."
You take a larger bite, and he continues to watch you. With one more sprinkle of energy in your system, you start to try to understand what got to him all of a sudden. You look through his features, usually so unreadable and static, and you search for... something. Anything.
A sign this was a strange prank, maybe.
"That's good to hear. In any case, though, I'll discuss with Azul to have better planning for evenings like these... Friday nights and such. I wouldn't like to see you so overworked again."
You stop chewing for a split second when you catch on to his wording. I wouldn't like to see you so overworked again. Maybe you're just too tired, and making this all up, but...
What's different in Jade's face now is that there's a hint of sincere softness. One that doesn't even look all that unfamiliar— that you swear had been there when you had brief chats during work hours, even.
Your face flushes. Is he...?
You lift your gaze away from the food, and meet Jade's eyes. He's still smiling, hands folded politely on the table, though it's small enough that when you set your fork down, you swear you feel your hand brush against his glove.
"Thank you... for this, Jade." You mumble out, unsure of what to say. He gives you a smile like he always does, but in this empty, silent Lounge where you're not even sure if you're seeing things right, it makes your heart flutter.
"Thank you for the company. It really was a busy night." He gets up, taking your plate. Only now, you notice you're done eating. "I'll take care of these, don't worry. Just head back to your dorm and rest up. Unless..."
You blink at him again, now unsure of how your brain could even withstand so much confusion. "U...Unless...?"
"...Unless you'd like me to escort you?" He says, and his eyes narrow slyly, glinting— now, wait a minute...
Floyd and Azul were still supposed to be there, weren't they? They always were during closing time. Which meant...
Of course. Of course Jade would only go about something like this as deliberately as possible.
He chuckles. Your face is hot all over and his smile is wide. Skillfully, he carries the plate in one hand as he makes his way to the kitchen.
"Just wait for me if you do. We can make another deal if you want."
And then, he's out of signt, and you're left with a dizzying feeling.
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So I personally like to imagine that their eyesight is kinda poor. Mainly because it’s darker under water than above, yknow? But their other senses like hearing and smell are twice as good. What do you think? (I wanted to tell someone but I didn’t know who but I love your version of them so I figured why not!)
i’ve been hoarding this post like a dragon for far too long
AND TYSM FOR SHARING WITH ME!!! I LOVE IT MEAH MWAH
i immediately thought of them waking up at butt fuck whenever because you accidentally woke them up when you were going to use the bathroom. and they try to look for you but because of the darkness of the room, them literally just waking up, and their shitty human eyes-
EEP!! them reaching over for you but all they’re met with is a warm, empty comforter 😿😿
i wasss gonna make that into another post but i couldn’t think of anything else and really liked it 🙈
i immediately thought of them waking up at butt fuck whenever because you accidentally woke them up when you were going to use the bathroom
EEP!! them reaching over for you but all they’re met with is a warm, empty comforter 😿😿
i’m imaging floyd sleeping star fish (you were originally curled in at his side) and he’s all moany groany cause 1. you woke him up 2. YOURE NOT WHERE YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE- GET YO ASS OVER HERE
i can imagine him bleary eyed waking up and squinting, trying to look for you through the crusties in his eyes- but that doesn’t work because all he sees is nothing. at most he sees a horribly mangled mosaic of blues on the wall that would normally make anyone nauseous. but to the eel, it felt just like home.
JVIALELF IMAGINE HIM SHOOTING UP WHEN HE SEES YOU CAUSE HE DOESNT RECOGNIZE YOU THROUGH HIS SLEEPY HAZE BAHAHS. all it takes is a little ‘floyd?’ for him to chillax and sink back into bed. groaning about… whatever.
you can faintly hear a ‘what time is it’ from your boyfriend, his voice a lower timbre than his usual higher crow. you laugh softly, clearing you throat gently as you give him some made up time. it seems to satiate the male though as he slowly sinks back down into messy covers.
one hand raises to cover his eyes and his other hand slowly raises like the dead until your warm human flesh meets his cold merman hand, prompting him to you back into bed. where you belong this time he’ll make sure you don’t escape 😉
and the LOML JADEEE
he definitely starts off all prim and proper when sleeping. you know the saying ‘snug like a bug in a rug?’ that’s jade (i want him to wear a sleep cap but i don’t think he does unfortunately 😔)
i can imagine jade slowly shifting his position to sleeping on his stomach. some how he still manages to keep a tight grip on you like a handlebar in a roller coaster, so it takes some squirming to get out of the eel’s iron clad grip.
but nonetheless you quietly patter over to the bathroom
oh boy goes jade have a mean look on his face cause 1. never wake a sleeping eel, especially jade and 2. whys the bed exactly ___ pounds lighter 🤨
i think jade is more of a light sleeper than floyd so the moment the door to his dorm closes he’s peeling his golden eye open while softly kicking his leg (phantom movement cause he was trying to kick his tail 🙈)
i can imagine jade actually growling when he realizes you’re not there. refusing to get up, jade turns his head towards the door as he tries to make out the shapes of his room. but to no luck cause everything is just pitch black.
he’s waiting, sinking himself in deeper to the bed as he opens his other eye. just in time, the door creaks open and the light from the hallways splits through the opened door.
softly, you tip toe in and close the door.
alls fine and well until your in arms length of the bed, silently celebrating on not waking up your boyfriend until a cold, deathly hand seizes your shoulder and drags you into the cavern of blankets and pillows.
jades now on his side glaring,,, squinting? as he puts an arm around you with a low throaty grunt. once your nestled in his arms to his exact liking, the eel will slip back to sleep- he’s a liar, i’m a liar.
both of the twins don’t fall asleep immediately. even though they’re both blind as a bat they’re listening. listening to the slowing of your breathe with their grey eye peeled open.
they’re feeling the once rapid fire of your heart even out into a steady rhythm of beats.
it’s not until you’re dead asleep do they both shift your position slowly, lazily onto their chest. legs intertwined with yours and strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, like a child hugging a stuffed animal, afraid of the deep shadows that linger in the corners of their room.
not until they’re certain you’re not getting up and out of their poor eyesight do their muscle relax and bodies sink into the mattress, ready to slip off into dream land with their little shrimpy🤭
#sorry this took so long babes 😔#i kept it for myself ngl 🙈#when i got this ask i felt like a kid in a candy store ngl- i was giggling n shit🙈#AHHH JADE N FLOYD CUDDLING YOU WHILE SLEEPING EHEHEHEH#their merman instincats come out more when they’re low on energy#tiyoin’s cuties 。 ඞ 。#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland x reader#floyd leech x reader#jade leech x reader#twst x reader#tiyoin 🔎#floyd x reader#jade x reader#floyd twst#jade twst
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Don't ever scare me like that again...
Ahhhhh I'm having Floyd angst thoughts and need everyone to see them
Warning(s): mentions of drowning, reader almost dies, general angst (with a happy ending though :) )
Of course dating Floyd Leech was hard sometimes. He has little-to-no self control, is prone to mood swings, and will straight-up not do things if he views them as boring.
But despite that, you love him. He's wonderful, even if he does sometimes ask rather... morbid... questions about humans.
He gave you the best hugs when you were sad. It was very comforting. He was the first person you'd go to when you were panicking.
One night, as the two of you were cuddling in bed, Floyd asked you something you didn't expect.
"Hey, Shrimpy... what does it feel like to drown...?"
"Huh? What brought this on all of the sudden?" You asked.
"I'm just wondering." Floyd responded. "Y'know, since I'm a merman, I can never know what that feels like... so... what does it feel like?"
"Well, I've never experienced it before, but from what I've heard it's... scary. And painful, too." You explain. "At first you try to hold your breath... and when that fails, the water rushes into your nose and mouth as you try to breathe... there's a really bad burning feeling in your chest when the water enters your lungs. Besides that, though, it's kinda peaceful." You explained.
"So... you're in pain when drowning...?"
"Yeah, apparently it hurts a lot."
Floyd suddenly tightened his grip on you. As if something was threatening to take you away from him.
"Can I tell you something...?" He whispered. "I... drowned a human once. Accidentally. When I was a child, waaaaaaay before I knew that humans can't breathe underwater." He sighed. "Life under the sea is rough. The child mortality rate is waaaaay higher than it is on land. Jade and I had a buncha other siblings when we were hatched, but by the time we were four, it was only us two left. Not to mention that the two of us weren't even given proper names until we were six years old." Floyd explained to you, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I was a bit desperate for any kind of interaction as a child... and one day, I met a human... and one day, I wanted to show him the world under the sea. Mom was horrified when she saw me dragging a dead human around with me, haha... that night we had land meat for dinner, and I never really pieced together what it was until recently."
"You... killed someone...?" You asked, unsettled.
"Please don't hate me, Shrimpy..." He buried his face in your chest. "I don't want you to hate me. The truth is, I'm scared of you disappearing. I know I was just a stupid kid who didn't know humans could drown, but... what if something happens to you? What if it slips my mind that humans can't breathe water, and you're... gone...? Forever...?"
"Aw, you really care about me, huh?" You sweetly asked. His grip on you tightened again, not enough to hurt, but noticably tighter than before. "Well don't worry. I'll never disappear, I promise."
"I'll never disappear, I promise."
You can't just break your promise like this! You can't, it's just not fair!
He could feel your grip on his shoulders loosening as he swam as fast as he possibly could towards the shore.
"Floyd... I-I'm cold..." You managed to say.
He didn't know what to say to you. What can he do to comfort you in what might be your last moments? Say everything will be fine? Just lie to you?
"Just hang on, ok? I'll get you to shore, and I'll get a nice warm blanket for you, ok Shrimpy~?"
"A-a-alright..." He could feel you trembling and shivering from how cold the water was to you. Your breathing was slowing.
When he reached the shore, you were clearly not doing well.
"Wake up, Shrimpy!" He demanded. "We're here, we made our way to the shore, ok?? So wake up! Don't you dare freeze, (Y/N)! It's not even that cold! S-so you can't freeze, you can't die!!"
You reached up, and placed your hand on his slimy wet face.
"I... l-love you..."
That's the last thing you remember from that night.
You wake up to the harsh lights and undeniable smell of a hospital.
"You're awake!"
Floyd kissed you on the lips the moment he realized you were alive.
"I'm so glad you're ok, Shrimpy..." He squeezed you tightly, but of course making sure he didn't hurt you. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, got it...?"
"Got it..." You laughed to yourself under your breath.
"Don't laugh. I was seriously worried for you, Shrimpy...!" He told you. "You could've died, you know that? You were really close to freezing to death."
"Yeah, I know." You returned his hug, your arms still slightly trembling.
The two of you sat there in silence, jusr sort of holding onto each other.
"Hey, Floyd?"
"Hm?"
"...thanks for saving me." You whispered to him.
Floyd didn't respond, but you could tell he was content with how this all turned out.
#it's 1am so i hope this is good lol#floyd leech#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland#twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#floyd x reader#floyd leech x reader
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You’ve definitely become one of my favorite Elvis writers on here, Marina.
And I wanted to ask you, are you planning to do more Elvis series? Like a series of Hollywood!Elvis, where he fights to be a serious actor and falls in love with one his co-stars. Or more Elvis AU, since we already have Pirate!Elvis. For example Cowboy!Elvis. Spy!Elvis like a James Bond or Agent Elvis. Mafia!Elvis. Even a Superhero!Elvis.
I think you’d do such a good job bringing all those concepts to life 🤭
My sweet anon, thank you so much, what a kind thing to say, I’m so glad my writing has brought you joy. 💋🌸💋 As for AU’s I did start a series about Hollywood E, yet never finished it. And for now I’ve got riverboat Captain E and father figure E to chew and that’s a lot on its own…but never say never. I think this would be something I’d have to have pitched to me and see if it resonates? So far I’ve not fully cooked up anything else original that hasn’t been done better by others. I’m always happy to dish out recs, fyi.
BUT THAT SAID…I’m messing around with little snippets, a filthy fairytale in collaboration with @elvisabutler and this demented Regency Elvis headcanon below that “my sexy secretary” @ab4eva took down from a chat. Enjoy…
I Bet on Losing Dogs -🥀 A Regency Elvis Blurb
18+ blurb, warning sexual content ahead, arranged marriage, romance novella style stuff
Imagine this: Regency Elvis whose wife has recently left him for a foreigner, taking with her his only child -a daughter who cannot inherit. He needs an heir.
Zero promises of love or fidelity or even bare respect for his new wife but…there’ll be position and status and jewels so long as you perform your wifely duties without complaint.
Jaded and lonely, I need freshly betrayed Elvis buying off a nobleman for his daughter, a Baron who’s mortgaged his estate for debts, Mr. Presley gets the association with your family’s nobility and you get the much needed wealth that new money brings.
And so your new husband comes in nightly in an embroidered robe and a solitary lit candle to consummate your union. He’s got all that chest hair displayed and a lil ponch of a belly showing out his robe as he slowly undoes the tie every night, never rushed, and you can feel the jitters down to your toes every time as you hug the sheet to your chin.
*Let go, Darlin,* he’s always murmuring as he pulls the sheet from your grip, *must do what needs done*
He fucks you hard and fast for such a delicate woman and then tosses you spending money to make up for it.
Reminds you after each visit to yoru chambers that you have a job to do. One single job.
*Gimme that son and maybe you’ll get that sea bathin’ ya been hankerin’ for*
(Elvis is from Yorkshire if he was ever transported to an English Setting AU, ok? No question, unless the question is Irish versus Yorkish)
Each time, when he finishes and pants into the humid crook of your neck, his hand blindly strokes away your tears and he whispers in gravelly apology, *I’ll leave ya alone, moment ya start to swell, I swear it, I’ll leave ya alone lil girl*
But that’s not why you’re crying, you wish he’d stay, he doesn’t know how cold you get when he leaves you and his sweat and spend cools on your skin and leaves you shivering.
You could curse the woman who laid here before you, who broke his heart and still haunts this place, like the wall opposite the bed with its outline of a portrait missing on the sun-bleached wall.
You wonder what she looked like, this missing wife.
You wonder if she secretly craved the burning stretch of him like you do, possibly not if she left for someone more…continental. Was he too voracious for her? Or was it the loneliness that finally ate her through like the moths who try the same with the bed canopy.
One night, Mr. Presley’s hand slips from your shoulder down to your breast, very rarely does he maul you there except in his direst paroxysms of pleasure, but tonight he slips and grabs and it’s so sore you nearly cry aloud from the ache.
*I swear I’ll leave ya be* he had said and you bite your lip savagely, cinch your corsets cruelly and wonder how to make him love you, tolerate you even. Anything so that you’re not left alone like he promises.
Are your breasts sore from being with child? You worry so.
So the next night you scheme, and when he shakes atop you and catches his breath and makes to roll away, you grab hold of him and keep him close.
*Six months* you murmur, and he seems confused by your meaning, *six month’s you’ve visited me nightly save for menses and Lent, and no child to show for it. Won’t you stay? Nurse says if the man remains…after…the chances are greater.*
Ensuing cockwarming between two people who’ve barely spoken outside of bed…little chats…because neither can sleep and in fact, he doesn’t really sleep that much at all, he admits.
*what do you do then? At nights?* you ask.
He reads a lot, he tells you and he’s got a telescope, and you tentatively ask if he’ll read to you.
He agrees with a shy *i-if ya want that, I will*
About the books. You asks if he will tonight instead of leaving and he says yes.
Then he hesitates and asks lowly, *can we…once more?…before?*
He asks if he can do it again, before he grabs the books, because he firmed up again while acting as a stopper in your warm cunt.
You’re already a wet mess down there and perhaps he moves you around, spoons you.
Puts himself back in and you’re so wet from what he gave you before and your excitement at the intimacy you feel in this movement.
And due to the difference in angle, for the first time, you actually come from the feeling of your husband inside you. His flaming hot body behind you, his thick arms wrapped around your body, the delicious rub of him in your womb.
And you’re quite sure you’ve already made a child but he doesn’t need to know. Not yet.
Anything to keep him coming back.
#elvis presley#regency Elvis#elvis fanfiction#Elvis blurb#elvis fanfic#Elvis smut#regency#bridgerton#elvis imagine#elvis x reader#elvis#mine
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💠💙how does one begin
By:Shializaro
Summary:
If the love of your life jumps off a cliff after fighting alone against an army, do you jump, too? Yes, Lan Wangji decides. Wei Wuxian and his experimental time travel talisman vehemently disagree with that course of action.
As usual, nobody has told Jiang Cheng anything. All he knows is this: On their way to receive indoctrination in the Cloud Recesses, his brother starts acting weird, and he is going to find out why. Also, if the Second Jade of Lan doesn't get the hell out of his way, he's going to start throwing fists.
Chapter 1/1
Words:3,292
Status:Completed
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💠💙something true or nothing
By:Shializaro
Summary:
Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian have tumbled off the cliff in Nevernight and back through time, and all Lan Wangji can feel is relief. He does not especially care what that looks like from the outside.
Lan Xichen tries to be a good big brother. So when Wangji exhibits strange behaviours such as getting into fights and abducting guest disciples, he is naturally concerned.
Chapter:1/1
Words:4,020
Status:Completed
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💠💙Come Back to Me
By:s6115
Summary:
“Second Young Master!” Jiang Cheng, rushing forward. “Unhand our disciple now!”
“You-“ Lan Zhan said. But the confusion was starting to become more prominent, showing in how he flexed his knuckles, adjust his grip.
“You,” Wei Wuxian said. "Do you remember me?”
Lan Zhan froze. So that was a no, he didn’t remember. His fingers adjusted again, completely ignoring Jiang Cheng as his shoulders were pummeled. If it was anyone else, they’d be asking a thousand questions. Wei Wuxian could see some of them in his eyes. Who are you was the first. Why do I feel like this was the second. That just made Wei Wuxian so curious, as well. Why was Lan Zhan so emotional (in his blank-faced way) if he didn’t remember?
The resentful energy had swallowed Wei Wuxian whole, but it had only grazed Lan Zhan’s hand. Was it possible he remembered the emotions, but not the memories themselves? Did he remember feeling their friendship, as fractured as it was, but not everything else?
AKA Wei Ying traveled back in time, and it seems Lan Zhan's emotions did, too.
Chapter:1/1
Words:8,975
Status:Completed
#wangxian#wangxian recommendations#mdzs#mxtx mdzs#wangxian fanfic#ao3 recs#the untamed#mdzs fanfic rec#gusu lan#mdzs lwj#lwj x wwx#lwj#mdzs wwx#wwx#wangxian fic rec#Come Back to Me#something true or nothing#how does one begin
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chu wanning that stares at himself in the mirror and insults himself (like in that one chapyer iykyk) and he breaks down and when you take your insecure shizun in your arms and cuddle him and reassure him hes enough, he grows SO attached.
sorry i just love chu wanning i want to give him the biggest hug
as far as I understand it was written by "I" from an alternate universe because to be honest mood<///3 /pos /j
let me warm up in your shores
♡ comforting, pet names, crying wanning is awakens something in me, teacher/student (pre-teacher/student) implied, in chinese it is not customary to address simply by first/last name but we ignore this
It turns out that shizun is soft.
Soft, delicate, with skin that looks not at all like white jade, but like soft fabric; like a cat, which looks like a sculpture carved out of stone, until you touch and realize that the 'sculpture' is nothing more than a fluffy cloud, while a cat moves, exposing a vulnerable warm belly in which you want to bury your nose, trusting you even if he knows what he's doing.
You want to bury nose in shizun too — in his strong, slender neck; inhale his subtle scent, somewhat reminiscent of a blooming apple tree, feeling his, it turns out, hot heart beating under thin pale skin. Shizun is not hard at all — he is so soft, delicate, and his whole appearance sounds like an elegy, leaving something inside you to respond indistinctly even when he is silent, but you know that his mind sometimes does not stop and does not fall silent, poisoning everything inside.
When you gently hug him, comfortingly pressing him to your neck, running your fingers over the white fabric of clothes, not hearing sobs, — shizun has never been loud, he is always quiet, always calm, something small and hiding, as if avoiding the eyes of the world, — but feeling how the fabric has soaked with water dripping from black eyes.
You want to say something, but what can you?
The silence seems almost transparently crystal, as if a little more and it will fall like frost on cold-sensitive body — when his fingers timidly touch you, you can feel how cold the tips are even through the fabric of clothes, although part of your mind is sure that this is impossible, — but for some reason it seems so important to make sure that he's not freezing.
The hands seem soft, sluggish, as if do not belong to you after they have touched the body of a shizun, — not so distant at all, but so close, dear, human, — his hair is jet black, falling on such fragile but strong shoulders and back like a curtain, — but he only exhales faintly inaudibly when you stroke, gently rocking him like a child, while his fingers tightly grip the fabric of your clothes, not letting and not wanting to move away.
“You... you are such a human, shizun,” — you whisper at random, pressing thin, vulnerable body to yours, warm and strong, never been so strong, and CHU WANNING only hiccups in response, trembling slightly, while his face seems to be trying to press into your neck, looking for a safe place where he can stay forever, hiding from the whole world as well how he hides from others, constantly moving aside, like an unattainable celestial.
No, not the "unattainable celestial."
Just like you.
Human.
“You are so human, shizun, so beautiful...”
CHU WANNING whispers something, but you can't understand what — even if you really want to, for the first time feeling him so close, not physically, but also in some intimate, deep sense, as if everything inside you is stretched, like the most intense moment in a battle — but at the same time you are shackled by an incomprehensible longing and the excitement swirling into a ball of something you can't name; the words are on your tongue, but all you can do is cling to CHU WANNING and let him cling to you, so much as if you can slip out of his hands like a dawn haze — and he will die the second he doesn't find you in his arms.
Your hands entwine him like strong walls, hiding him like the shell that he always wears, avoiding anyone who might want to see what is hiding under the hard shell, the cocoon that he himself made — but, in your opinion, CHU WANNING is already a butterfly.
He's already enough.
He is not at all disgusting or wrong; and not at all grotesque; and not at all a 'monster'.
Even if later — you are sure — he will look away with slightly red eyes, pursing his lips, with impotent anger and self-hatred, letting you know that he will never let such a thing happen again, and will hate if you decide to talk about it.
You don't regret anything.
“Shizun, shizun, Wan—... shizun.”
CHU WANNING sobs — for the first time — in response, and his arms hug you especially tightly, a little more and he will break your back, but you can't respond with anything other than stroking and cuddling, hearing faint intermittent sighs that sound deafening than any sobs.
“It's okay... Shizun. It's all good. You're beautiful. You are so beautiful. I am so glad that you exist in the world.”
A soft sob; the nose, hot and wet, presses against your neck while he fidgets slightly, pressing even closer, as if sticking. So touching, like a little kitten. Finally warmed up and loved.
Needed.
“I am so glad that you have appeared in my life, shizun... Wanning.”
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Touch of a Lifetime | Leander
Content: Soft, Touch-starved, Minor Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Touching, Hand Holding,Touchstarved Demo Spoilers
Pronouns: None
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You had been touched before,
held
kissed
intimate
but you had never
without the barrier of cotton
felt the heartbeat of another under your own fingertips.
So when Leander offered his ungloved hand to you,
glowing a gentle green of protection magic,
you hesitated.
As much as you wanted to, you were terrified.
You didn’t want someone who showed you an ounce of kindness to immediately fall victim to your curse.
But Leander knew.
He gripped your hand tightly in his.
However, within the next moment his face went blank.
You knew that look, but you foolishly, desperately called his name.
“Leander?”
He didn’t answer you, moved in close. Other hand closing in on your neck.
You squeezed your eyes shut and whispered what you believed would be your last words.
“I’m sorry—”
“I’m fine.” He whispered, hot breath fanning against the shell of your ears.
You sucked in a breath, not releasing it until you felt him move away, hand still firmly in his.
When you did peek at him, he was all smiles.
“Interesting! That’s one hell of a curse!”
His hand that was reaching for your neck now steadied your shoulder.
When had you started shaking?
Then it lifted and his thumb swiped across your cheeks.
When had you started crying?
In a water haze, you search Leander’s eyes. Afraid you’d see the sickly sweet trace of madness.
But no, only those ever soft jade eyes, intensely clear of madness.
Interestingly enough, red bloomed across his cheeks, but despite this he never moved.
Then he gave your hand a squeeze before slowly unfurling his grip,
allowing you to venture across his palm.
You were absolutely enraptured by each crease, the surprising softness and the warmth of his hand.
His heartbeat was as steady as one should be while your own beat like thunder.
Wild and untamed.
Your featherlight touch glided along his palm to his wrist and his forearm where the skin was raised.
You followed the criss-crossed slice pattern of the scar a few times, before glancing up again.
‘They match…’ You thought, staring that ran just below his left eye lid down beneath his shirt.
“Am I the first person you’ve been able to touch like this?”
You pause in your menstrations, “So far.”
“I’ll admit your touch does make it somewhat difficult to stay level headed, but not due to your power…” There it was again, that boyish grin and those rosy cheeks.
Not that he was alone on the latter.
Because he returned the favor, following the molten golden cracks along your knuckles.
“Look. We match.” He chuckled, gesturing to the gold pin on his coat.
And then finally,
You drew your hand back.
And yet, he was again.
Offering an outstretched hand.
One that would allow you to remove your chains
and reach out for solace.
But this time,
as you glanced up at him for one last confirmation,
something else stood out.
Focus stolen from his outstretched palm, you instead reached for jaw.
Slow circles along the soft skin until it became thin silk.
“Ah.” His scar.
It caught your eye when you first met. Something that looked so rough and ragged that sat so close to a gaze that was so warm and comforting.
However,
You knew that even the softest gazes held the sharpest knives behind them.
“You’re getting awfully bold…” His hand reached up to cover your own, but didn't move it from its place.
‘I want to kiss him.’
A simple passing thought propelled by the thrumming excitement caused you to jolt back. Shoving your hands into your lap, already going through the motions of rewrapping your bandages.
Your eyes burnt a hole through the table as your teeth played with your bottom lip.
“Are you alright?” His voice muffled in your cotton filled head, but you do manage to nod.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy is all.”
He smiled knowingly, “You’ve had a long day, you deserve some rest. Luckily your room is just upstairs.” Then he leans closer, “Do you want me to walk you back?”
You fly up from your seat, shaking your head. “I’m fine, but uh…thanks for—well everything.”
“Of course, and remember what I told you: If you ever need a break from the chaos of the city, I’ll be here for you.”
You can only nod, not trusting yourself to say anything in your current heated daze.
He smiled
“Sweet dreams.”
I love Ais but I can't believe I didn't do this first.
I am an absolute sucker for loving on scars.
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Movie night (Twisted Wonderland Housewardens x gn!reader)
You invited him to watch a horror movie together
Relationships: Riddle x gn!reader / Leona x gn!reader/ Azul x gn!reader / Kalim x gn!reader / Vil x gn!reader / Idia x gn!reader / Malleus x gn!reader
Rating: Gen
Words: 738
Warnings: None
Note: A bunch of headcanons of the Housewardens. They can be read both as romantic or platonic (except Idia's)
Riddle
– He accepted your invitation out of politeness but the truth is he is not fond of horror movies.
– He is tense most of the time, specially before the scary part happens. Holding his hand may soothe him a little.
– Sometimes after a jump scare you’ll hear him squeak.
– Riddle will want to hide his face by leaning on your shoulder, but will stop himself before actually doing it not wanting to embarrass himself.
– He is relieved when the movie ends; if it wasn’t for your company he wouldn’t make it to the end.
Leona
–You expected him to fall asleep during the movie yet you wouldn’t imagine him doing it only 5 minutes after the movie started.
– At least he wasn’t snoring.
–You got a bit bored after a while so you started looking at your phone to distract yourself.
– Because you weren’t paying attention at the screen you were startled when you heard a character scream.
– Your first instinct was to grab the nearest thing you had, which in this case was Leona’s arm.
Azul
– Normally he would be in a bad mood after being woken up so suddenly, but he found your reaction so amusing he decided to tease you for the next couple of minutes.
–Just like Riddle, he does not like horror movies.
- He will pretend to be calm but you can tell he is nervous just by paying attention to his body language.
– He is the type to close his eyes when something spooky happens.
– If he is too afraid he will excuse himself for a moment and wait until the scene ends. (Don’t you dare to tell that to Floyd and Jade or he won’t hear the end of it.)
Kalim
– Will make sure you compensate him for the psychological damage choose another movie genre next time.
– “You can hold on to me if things get too scary.” When those words left your mouth you weren’t expecting Kalim to hold you during almost the whole movie.
– Not that you were complaining.
– Whenever he gets scared his grip around you tightens. He will also cover his face by leaning on you.
– After that he will laugh, thinking he may have overreacted.
– He likes to talk during the movie but if you want to enjoy it without his comments he will try to keep quiet.
Vil
– He invites you to Scarabia for the next movie night.
– You weren’t sure if he would like to watch this kind of movie with you, so you were happy to see him accept your invitation.
– You had a hard time figuring out which movie to pick because you didn’t know what could match Vil’s tastes.
– It all pays off in the end, it may be not his favorite genre but you choose a movie he likes.
– Still what Vil enjoys the most is not the movie but your company.
- Vil will comment about the movie from time to time, pointing out anything he finds interesting about it.
Idia
– He doesn’t get scared easily but if you do he’ll pull you closer to him.
– You have to rewind the movie a couple of times because you two can’t stop talking about it, especially Idia.
– The movie was 2 hours long but somehow you spend 3 and a half hour watching it.
– But hey, at least you can have an exciting conversation with Idia, which doesn’t happen every day.
– He usually has difficulties talking with you, partly because of his obvious crush, but he was having so much fun he could forget about it for a while.
– At one point during the movie you two get scared by an unexpected jump scare and ended up clinging on to each other.
Malleus
– Idia’s brain almost short-circuits as he quickly moves away. He needs to leave the room until he has calm down a bit.
– He doesn’t quite understand why would you enjoy watching something that is supposed to scare you but he joins you anyway since he normally doesn’t get invited to this kind of things.
– You explained that sometimes people enjoy getting scared.
– He couldn’t really get your point since he feared few things (one of them being Lilia). Still he was glad you were having a good time.
– In the end Malleus finds the movie to be actually funny. Is it really supposed to be terrifying?
– He asks you to invite him again sometime to spend time together.
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hi jade i’m going through a breakup right now and my ex was really toxic so i was wondering if you could write something with Steve, where reader is dating him after and thinks that everytime he does something nice for her she has to repay him with sex. like even after a date or when he buys her something. that’s literally how my ex made me feel
if not it’s totally cool and thank you💕
hi my love, I'm really sorry that that was happening to you, it isn't okay! you're much more than your intimacy with someone and you deserve to be given good things without expectations. I hope this is what you wanted to read <3
tw past implied coerced sex /sexual assault
“Up you go.”
You shriek, clawing at the hands on your hips as Steve lifts you up a step. “Don't!” you laugh, failing to get out of his grips.
“M'just helping you, babe, alright? Don't be so ungrateful.”
He's joking, but the air feels like it's been knocked our of you. Steve continues to heave you up the steps to the house, sandwiching you between his front and the door as he unlocks it.
“Come on, beautiful,” he says, practically dragging you inside, “what happened? Your legs stopped working.”
It goes without saying that Steve is really nice. Eddie told you he's always like this when he's in love, but you're reluctant to call it love just yet. Dating is difficult for you sometimes —you overthink when you should be kissing, and flinch sometimes when he's kind. But you're having a really, really nice time with Steve and you want to keep trying to be with him.
He knows you've gone somewhere else, his hand coming up around your chest to rest on yout sternum. “Hey, you okay?”
“I'm fine.”
“Yeah?” He walks you to the living room. “It was a good day, right?” he asks into your cheek, propping a soft kiss there. “God, you make me so happy.”
Your face and neck flush with heat. Steve gives you a squeeze of a hug and encourages you to sit on the couch, where he immediately kneels at your feet. What he's saying is lovely, but when he starts to untie your shoe laces, you realise it had been a prompt. To be grateful, to show him it was a good day. He slides your shoes off with a grin, and your hands go to your button. You unzip your jeans, and Steve's smile stutters.
“Do you want to?” you ask, paused.
“Want to what?”
“Take them off for me?”
“Are they hurting you?”
You realise different things at the same time. Steve your intentions, and you his lack thereof. “Shit, I'm sorry,” you say, as he says, “Oh, oh, um?”
“I thought you wanted–”
“You're perfect, and I want to if you want to, but I wasn't trying to come on to you,” he says, holding your ankle. “I'm sorry, I'm embarrassing you. Don't be embarrassed, please, I'm such an idiot–” He puts his face against your knees.
You pull your shirt down over pants to hide their open state. “You… we had such a nice day. Don't you want…” You cross your arms over your stomach. “I wanted to. I mean, you should get something back.”
“I should get what back? Why would you think that?” he asks. Steve gets quiet when things are serious. He has a mixture of shock and hurt in his eyes looking up at you, but his hands stay gentle as they climb your legs.
You can't admit it. The weight of it stays on your tongue.
Steve thinks about it, and maybe he sees it in your face, but eventually he says, “With him?”
You look away.
Steve climbs onto the couch beside you with a quiet huff. “When I said we had a good day, that's all I meant. That's…” He takes one of your hands, pulling it toward him, his gaze insistent on your face until you meet his eyes. “I really, really like you. Like–” He puts your hand on his chest and holds it there. “You don't have to do anything for it.” His lips pout gently. “Am I saying the wrong thing?”
“No.”
He leans in to kiss your cheek. “Good,” he says, and kisses it again.
You smile, tilting your head to your shoulder, tickled at his breath as it fans out by your ear.
“Baby,” he murmurs, “are you okay?”
You nod, worried about how you might sound if you speak.
“You never have to do that.”
“I didn't mean to make it seem like you thought that I did,” you mumble.
“I know. It's confusing, right? Being with someone new after a long time with someone else. But I want to be with you, and I'm sorry that you– that he made you feel that way, that he could treat you like that. I'm sorry.”
“It's okay, Steve. I'm sorry too.”
“Well don't be.” He works his arms around you in a hug, a careful hand behind your neck. “I don't want you to be sorry. You didn't do a thing wrong.”
He sounds angry for a split second, and you know undeniably that he isn't angry with you. You hug him back with much more gusto, so tight he actually groans. He doesn't make you stop, though. Just hugs you closer in response.
“You want me to get you some sweatpants or something?” he asks.
You nod into his neck, slinking down further into his embrace. Neither of you make any efforts to actually pull away.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington drabble#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things
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Hannah has control over every aspect of her life. The people she kills, the ones she fucks, how she looks, the amount she chooses to drink – no matter what kind of spiral she sends herself into next, it's always her choice, because everyone hates the feeling of being powerless.
That's why she hates Vincent Ansaldo. No matter what, it's always what he wants. She just happened to be exactly that.
"Mein diamant, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" Sturdy arms snake around her waist from behind, a sharply-accented voice dripping with his shit-eating grin cutting through the blaring music from how close he's made himself. "Did you not get enough of me yesterday?"
I got plenty of you yesterday. The words are right on the tip of her tongue, as cut-edged as a blade. She’s still got that bruise on her hip, the bastard, yet she swallows the spew of insults down. The grip on her gin martini tightens, her white knuckles concealed by the dim room.
"I'm not here for long." Hannah's voice is hard to make out through the blaring sound of the room, but she still is seemingly unamused. She can see his reflection displaying itself in and out of her glass thanks to the flashing lights above them. From an outsider's perspective, any woman would deem herself lucky of his attention.
Sandy blonde hair that reaches his shoulders just enough brush against her cheek, and she doesn’t need to look to know a pair of dark jade greens are staring down at her with unwavering attention. Charming, deadly, and smart, Vincent came from a long, powerful line of questionable family affairs and affluent descendants who took what they wanted, when they wanted.
She knew he frequented here. It was one his clubs, why wouldn’t he? She had just hoped to be able to get the information she needed and buzz off before he could spot her.
Obviously, hope was fucking useless.
“And why not?” His hand raises up to brush away her hair in favor of revealing her neck, and he leans down to press his lips to her pulse. It always stuttered when he was near, but not for the reason he believed. “Running off the moment you can before stopping by to greet me. I’m hurt."
“You’ll live.” Hannah brings the drink up to her lips for a short sip, and she tries not to think about how the arms around her tighten when she glances around for the target she'd been following. Alex Aguilar, a woman who thought it was a good idea to bring kids into her dirty work.
Now those kinds of people were the scum under her heel. At least she’d be able to take her sweet time with her once the right moment came around.
"Vince, I'm trying to work, so can you just–"
"Who are you tailing after?"
The voice next to her ear lowers, and it's not the kind of tone he uses when he's planning on dragging her off to fuck her. Someone is getting in the way of him spending time with her, and even though he's trying his damn best to make his question sound as nonchalant as possible, she's known him long enough to know when he's getting irritated.
The burn of alcohol when she swallows barely affects her.
Hannah takes a deep breath, forces herself to glance up at him with an easy smile. Just like he liked to see her. You’re prettier when you smile. She still remembers tears being wiped from her face with a deceptively gentle hand and his blurry frame hovering over her. “No one important. None of them are.”
That seems to please him, because he’s grinning down at her like a predator who’s decided to have mercy instead of one that’s about to attack. “That’s right, pretty girl.” Vincent sighs deeply, smile faltering but not disappearing just yet as he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I trust you’ll come back to me later then?”
When does she not? When could she not?
Vincent walks away with a kiss to her cheek and a slap to her ass once he's had enough of her. The sound of his chuckle as he further distances himself makes her want to turn back around and smash her glass over his head, strangle him, lodge the pieces of glass into his throat and force everyone to watch his blood splatter and spill over the floors. That would be nice. That would be perfect actually. At that moment, she wouldn't care if it eventually got her killed.
He's a prick. He gets on her nerves. But all she had to do was do what he wants, and he'd eventually get tired of her. Not much she can do now except suck it up.
Hannah shuts her eyes. Takes a deep breath.
You're fine.
She downs the rest of her drink and goes back to her hunt. Maybe that would bring back the spring in her step and the bloodlust she needs.
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Thinking of a degen!prefect (ironic I know) that hangs out with Jade on his mountain lover club adventures solely because they're horny....
Like I'm out here tryna suck yo dick, let me on your meaty mushroom 😫 I don't care about your mushroom endeavours.
It isn't long until prefect's cover of being a mountain enthusiast starts to breakdown.
"The Volvariella volvacea is a rather delicious mushroom, but don't get it confused with the toxic Amanita phalloides, bla bla..... Y/n are you listening?" Jade rambles about his mushrooms, until he realized that prefect was daydreaming.
"Uhh that uhhh uhhh mushroom looks pretty edible to me-"
"That is the exact mushroom I was warning you about! Sometimes I wonder if you actually wanted to learn about mushrooms. What is it that you actually want?" Jade interrupts, his interest piqued just as much as he is irritated.
"Err... The sun is setting soon, we should set up the campfire!" Prefect said flustered, desperately trying to change the topic.
"Why are you dodging the question? What is it that you're hiding little prefect?" Jade's pupils start to dilate (could eels do that?!?!)
"Nothing at all!"
"Have I made you uncomfortable?" Jade's voice shows faux concern.
"No, not at all. Now let's get moving."
A few days later, at mostro lounge. Jade sneakily gives prefect a cocktail with high alcohol content, in the guise of a sweet mocktail. Prefect gets drunk just as he plans, he proceeds to interrogate them, not that he minds the fact that they hang out with him.
"So what is it that you have been hiding from me?" Jade questions.
"I wanna have your dick in me shooo bad! I hump m'pillow every night to you! I don't even care abou thoshe shtupid mushwooms! I want you to breed me until I can't think!" Prefect says intoxicated, slurring out those words even.
"Oh my~ what do we have here? That was the reason why you joined me despite having no interest? How amusing!"
Jade is going to have a lot of fun with this, prefect will have a lot of problems to deal with once they sober up.
WOWOWOOOOOOOOOO YES YES OTL
Knowing Jade, as soon as he realizes you're down bad for him he'll tease you about it (just in very roundabout ways). I like to imagine he pretends to be utterly oblivious to your horny grip and the fact that you're always looking at him and not the mushrooms when he's explaining things, how your gaze always gravitates to his lips when he's speaking, how your pupils dilate when you look at him, how your shoulders perk up when he chuckles or smiles at you, how you're always stealing subtle glances at what might be contained in his trousers below the belt hehe. >:)
And he purposely gets close to you on the mountain treks, sliding an arm around you because "careful, the trail is a little steep and uneven here." and he has you hold onto him and he's so close and he's touching you and omg he could have you pressed against the tree right now and !!!!! So many fantasies play through your head. Oh, if only Jade could peer inside your head. He'd love to know what you think of when he does things like this. It's so obviously flirting, but somehow he's smooth enough to make it seem so natural. There's so much sexual tension between the both of you, though. Jade stokes it like it's a fire. <3
Omg and getting you drunk... what if he uses shock the heart on you as well so you'll have no choice but to be completely, drunkenly honest when he pries the truth from you!!!! >0< he makes you spill all of the dirty, little thoughts you have about him, and since he's so shameless it sounds like music to his ears. Aaaaa maybe he's fingering you when he makes you tell him the truth!!! Although it is a little disheartening you aren't a mushroom lover like him. :< he was hoping to share more of his hobby with you... so maybe it's a little upsetting you weren't truly listening to his lectures about mushroom species, but Jade has a fun pop quiz for you! Maybe if you get the answers right he'll let you cum or (better yet) he'll stick it in. <3 hopefully you remembered all that he taught you on those nature hikes. :)
Jade's so annoying, though, because he could spend hours teasing you with foreplay. He's so dedicated to being a nuisance and watching you squirm and beg him in every way that he might not ever end up fucking you. But alcohol always pairs so disastrously with the horny grip, so maybe if you push him down and ride him into tomorrow morning he'll be a little nicer to you. After all, Jade likes unexpected surprises hehe. And it'll be an even crazier unexpected surprise if the pregnancy test comes back positive many weeks later.
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#video-game-luvr#I NEED HIM OTL ONE CHANCE JADE PLEASE#izuna you always send such delicious prompts <3 hehe thanking you a million times!!!!!
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Without a name, things tend to get lost. [II]
Octavinelle’s terms of endearment
Pomefiore’s set is here!
TW: yandere, manipulation, unwanted affection.
Floyd Leech
“Pookie… why won’t you look at me?”
A piercing, drawn-out whine echoes throughout the now silent dining hall. Floyd circles his arms around your neck from behind, rubbing a cheek to your hair. You feel like throwing up. And he notices, of course he does— Floyd easily leans down and presses his cheek to yours, abrasive cold skin rubbing against yours. Unresponsive and unable to stomach the judgmental gazes of your friends, of your many, many peers, you rise, fuming as you shove your towering boyfriend, as he calls himself, away. You needn’t look to know that he’s smiling. In fact, you refuse to look at him, depriving him of the fuel that would only worsen your endless, burning torment.
That won’t be happening, though. His hand slips into yours, having eagerly followed you out of the lunchroom and towards your dorm’s mirror, likely to impose upon your roommates as you wallow in embarrassment and silenced fury. He knew that you would hide away. Floyd bows down, the skin around his heterochromatic eyes crinkling with his glee. You frown, lurching backwards, but his grip turns crushing.
“You shouldn’t ignore me, y’know, it makes you look really cold. And I wanna hang out now, so why don’t we head back to my room, baby?”
Obviously, Floyd has his own vast lexicon of endearments. Each nickname is fitting of the person it belongs to, though they usually only makes sense to him. It’s not as if he supplies his peers with a unique name out of affection— rather, Floyd doesn’t care enough to know their names, won’t bother to remember it, not if you’re uninteresting. Even if you are, as seen with Riddle, Floyd takes great pleasure in seeing how his teasing little monikers will rile and rouse the person they’re meant for.
With his darling, Floyd is, per usual, unabashed and unrestrained. You are someone he is affectionate with, as dangerous as it is to associate Floyd with the term love. He’s never cared for romance, finds it boring; when he tests the label baby and sweetheart with you, he only feels butterflies from the fact that you react negatively to it, devoid of a blush or a smile, instead demanding he quit it, ‘we’re not even dating!’ He thrives off of your misery, really, so while it is uncharacteristic of Floyd to use such sickly sweet endearments, the stares of his peers don’t bother him. He just can’t get enough of how quickly you bristle and puff up at the sound of his crooned out kitty or boo.
And these nicknames are sickly sweet, in every sense of the word, ear-grating and embarrassing for you. He picks many of them up per Jade’s ample suggestions, or just from what he’s observed throughout his childhood, in his parents and peers. You’re almost immediately associated as his partner from how often he’ll lavish you with adoring bynames, despite this not being the case.
Floyd does knows your name, naturally, as you are the main object of his affections (at present), but of course it is rarely used. Maybe when he’s feeling a tad jealous he’ll use it, but jealousy in any capacity is a catastrophic emotion for the eel to feel. You’d do good to keep your eyes on Floyd and Floyd alone.
Floyd enjoys calling you: Baby, sweetheart, guppy, sweet-cheeks, (good or bad) kitty, pookie, snooki, boo. ew.
Jade Leech
This is not the first time you’ve been invited into Jade’s dorm, but it is the first time you’ve been forced into it. Heavy hands guide your shoulders until you find yourself sat on a plush bed, and he kneels before you, your hands enclosed in his own. It’s uncomfortable, how he stares up at you— you’ve always found his golden eye pretty, so unique and so strangely alluring, but it feels too intense now, as if his gaze was burning your skin. He continues on like this, just looking, and you’re about to weasel out of his grip when he releases it entirely. But he doesn’t look away, and you’re prompted to voice a whimper of concern.
His eyes uproot you entirely, following you even as you turn to look away, watching your arms as they cross in discomfort. As if they could protect you. Jade sighs, drawn-out and weary, and you flinch as if he had slapped you. “Darling,” he begins, rising to full height, requiring you to painfully crane your neck upwards. “I know it isn’t your intention to come off so… promiscuous, but I must make you aware of how your actions appear to others.”
He’s referring to how you studied with someone else, you realize; and you begin to tell him how irrational and mean it is to say that, but he quickly presses a gloved finger to your lips. When you still, he moves it to cup your cheek. “You think otherwise, but that boy was flirting with you— I’ve heard rumors of his perverse obsession with you, but I never thought he’d act on it.” You frown, brows furrowed as Jade traces his thumb over your lips.
“It’s my fault, lovely, for not letting you know sooner. You don’t need to be meeting with him anymore.”
Less corny and outwardly teasing than his brother, Jade takes a detached approach to how he regards his peers. He’s formal, with a penchant for honorifics and titles, providing potential customers for the Mostro lounge with a sense of importance. That’s how he views many of his classmates, people who could be considered friends, even: something to utilize and benefit off of like a leech. People are scared of Jade, yes— his calculative nature is subtle but not to be missed, and really, his mere relation to Floyd is enough to garner fear. But he’s so convivial and accommodating, polite and receptive, many are willing to play along and delude themselves into thinking he’d ever form a connection. But Jade is never without an end goal, and seldom acts out of genuine friendliness, if at all.
No, Jade isn’t particularly interested in their hobbies or past, dreams and aspirations— their ability has merely caught Azul’s eye, and Jade is all too willing to lure someone into his grasp with easy formalities and politeness, if it means he’ll receive a bountiful payment.
But you, his darling little lover, are the only one to whom Jade is genuinely considerate. He’s chivalrous, only initially calling you by first name, but he’s quick to drop the formalities as he allows you to grow closer. Jade can you over with sheer civility and kindness; in a student body as perverse and divided as Night Raven College, it’s not shocking how far a little attentiveness and warmth can carry you. It’s a cruel, cold world, and he’s all to eager to act as your shelter, a buffer to the animals you dorm an learn beside. Jade is kind, yes, but not as publicly affectionate as his brother, even when he finally ensnares you as a lover. Only in private, when you’re truly able to experience the brunt of his selfishness, will he lavish you in endearments. Admittedly, he’s a bit lacking in this area.
Jade enjoys calling you: Your name, lovely, darling.
Azul Ashengrotto
“[Name]… Azul’s at the door asking for you.”
With a cursory glance to your lurking admirer, who stands poised at the lecture hall’s entryway, you turn back to your work, though not before waving off the concerns of your classmate. From your peripheral, he gleams with benevolence, welcomingly conversing with an eager freshman who was probably seeking an easy cheat out of Crewel’s upcoming exam. But there’s that shrewd, conniving leer in his eye, you can catch it even from afar— It makes you wince. And as if he felt your side-eyeing, Azul’s head swivels and locks onto yours. It’s creepy. He doesn’t even bother to bid adieu to the beastman who approached him, only holding up a hand to silence him, instead moving towards where you’re sat. You jolt, flustering and fussing with your notes to try and seem busy, but he’s got an easy smile and that weirdly unassuming look on his face. As if he hasn’t been relentlessly pestering after you these past few months.
“Not too busy I hope, my dear?” He stands beside where you sit, hand dropping to snatch up a piece of your paper, and Azul tilts his glasses to get a better look at your handwriting. He smiles in praise, but glowers down at you all the same. “You almost missed our scheduled meeting. I took it upon myself to spare Jade and Floyd the task of retrieving you, if you can believe it.”
Not dissimilar to Jade, Azul rarely acts or speaks without some hidden intention. A true businessman, he is equally as convivial, willing to lure his target in merely by how eager he is to help; he’ll frown and play a convincingly sympathetic act, but the moment one’s quill touches the dotted gold line, it’s as good as dropped. Azul’s aforementioned acuteness for talent requires him to regard his peers formally, much like Jade, though he withholds no hostility to those who meander and laze about their school careers. He upholds a rigid standard of perfection and routine (albeit not to the extent a certain Riddle Rosehearts may), and it is often sustained by removing nonentities and dawdlers of the like from his peripheral. So, Azul can be cruel in his sobriquets, just not so publicly that it would name the Mostro Lounge as a place of hostility and inhibition to potential tools.
As his darling, someone who the dormhead is all too eager to bend and twist to his liking, you are not spared from his obsession with personal gain. It’s difficult to come to like him. It’s virtually impossible to have a normal conversation with him, initially, seeing as he’s looking for every opportunity to ensnare you within a contract, and you’re not exactly willing to comply. He’ll even confess, if he thinks it might bring out a modicum of affection from within you— Azul would like you to be willing, but it’s truly not an issue if you continue to resist.
He likes to be sweet, to use epithets he feels will work wonders in wooing you over, but it feels deeply unnatural to hear the words ‘angel’ out of Azul’s mouth. Of course, you’ll only be called as such under low whispers, in his office or some small booth at the back of the lounge, his affection as pressurizing and crushing as a deep-sea trench. And he’ll try at a normal relationship, he truly does, but it makes him look like a fool to be so endlessly one-sided and yearning when you could care less for his presence. Always chasing after you, it seems. He knows your daily schedule, has it embedded on his heart, but you hardly know his last name. Whether it be by from the twins’ pressurizing presence, blackmail, or merely by kidnapping, you’re fated to make up for all the embarrassment you’ve caused him.
Azul enjoys calling you: My little shrew, angel, dear, doll, or incessant annoyance, if you continue to buck and struggle against his love.
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