#ok back to eep

[frankenstheythem]

jthm has done the same shit to me n my attachment/persecutory delusions and general unhinged behavior *now* as the httyd books did when i was 11........ whuh,,,,, time is a triangle???

[shepscapades]

I’m suddenly TERRIFIED of the prospect that this poll (even though this is all very silly) could like. Reignite bentom Yoglabs angst. Please don’t hurt them they’ve already been through enough please I am begging. They risked everything to escape yoglabs please don’t hurt them i’m SO SCARED

[your-subby-creature]

Over-caffeinated the Creature and now he is awake at hours where he should not be, what crimes will he commit?

[en8y]

im sorry for changing some titled SoS flags but if things aren't uniform my autism will explode in my head and injure passerby

[tony-andonuts]

Was watching the H3 podcast live but their ADHD format bit put my ass to EEP. Missed the stream ofc 😔

[minimallyminnie]

how about Silver, Ruggie, Riddle, and Jade with a reader who will grab onto their hands and hold it in public because anxiety

My Anxiousness..is killing me…

AND I!!!! Anxiety sucks fr tho. It just KABOOMS at you sometimes

Them when you hold their hand <3

I’m sorry this is so late…

Not a fic, them when you hold their hands from anxiousness

Riddle Rosehearts

“Ah! Look at this notebook with a hedgehog on it [Reader]! Should I get us a pa—hm? You’re holding on my hand rather tightly. Would you like to come back to this shop later when it’s less crowded?”

He’s not dense enough to not realize you’re uncomfortable. Just hold his hand tightly and he’ll know!

Ruggie Bucchi

“Hahaha! Those suckers will never know I stole their chicken wings! This rooms filled with people! Who are they gonna accuse? Me? I could ne—Huh? Oh crap! There is a lotta people! How bout we get outta here and eat these together?”

Ruggie would have forgotten at first but then would just give you a comforting grin and taken you somewhere else.

Jade Leech

“The students here are so passionate about their news, they don’t even realize that the Maestro lounge is always listening in and taking it. So silly isn’t i—Oh? You’d like to go somewhere quieter? Of course, I’ll have Floyd take over my shift.”

Jade would drop anything if you get anxious, including his work! He’ll get you any dessert or dish you’d like if you wanted to eat with him in the private rooms.

Silver Vanrouge

“Mm, It’s loud in here. I understand it’s expected since it’s the lunchroom but still…I wonder if the lunch is actually this good to be crowding ov-Whoa. Ok, ok, I felt the tug now, my apologies for almost falling asl…eep. Let’s go somewhere quieter hm? I’ll wait for the lines to die down so I could get both of us lunch.”

A sleepy sweetheart and gentleman. When you tug his hand awake, he’ll be alert and take you away somewhere quieter. Once you are, good luck getting him to not use you as pillow.

[spirit-jello]

Im gonna fill ur page with requests BUTTTT

Imagine cockwarming gamer bf! while he's on a stream and ur trying ur best not to move

(and failing miserably bcuz everytime you move he pushes deeper inside u just so that u moan and he can humiliate the fuck out of u with millions of ppl watching)

Soooo I didn’t know who you were talking about so I just assumed I could choose my baby~ I hope you enjoy!

You were currently reading something online while your boyfriend was streaming. You were a bit needy, but since he was busy with his game, you decided to help yourself with some spicy stories. 

“Babe, can you come in here for a second?” You heard Gyuvin call out, so you quickly composed yourself and walked into his office. “Hm? Are you done streaming already?” you asked, and froze when you saw his camera was still on.

“No~ but I wanted to show you off! The viewers kept asking about you.” He smiled cheekily, pulling you closer by the waist. You giggled, before letting out a squeak as he started to pull you on his lap. “W-wait baby I can stand” You laughed nervously, not wanting Gyuvin to feel your wetness through the dress because you stupidly decided not to wear panties. You remembered your thought process, ‘easier access for when he’s finished.’ God you hate yourself right now.

“But how are they going to see your cute face?” He pouted, finally getting you to sit down and wrapping his arms around your waist. Luckily(for him not you) he could still easily play his game, so you stayed silent, trying not to squirm too much.

As for him, he didn’t notice at first until he started bouncing his leg in excitement, it going in between your thighs. Now he feels your slick on his pants. At first he started getting flustered, faltering his quick skills for a moment, before smirking at an idea that popped into his head.

Oh dear. You saw his dark eyes through the webcam, and knew you were fucked. Funnily enough, you didn’t think literally. 

“Give us one second viewers~ I have to fix something really quick” Gyuvin grinned, seeming innocent but you knew otherwise.

As soon as he muted and turned off his webcam, he lifted you up slightly and unbuttoned his jeans. “What are you doing??” you squeaked out, feeling his bulge through his boxers.

“More like what were you doing? Were you touching yourself without my permission?” He tsked teasingly, before pulling out his dick. “Baby, we can’t do this! Your viewers would start to worry if you’re gone this long-”

“Who said I was gonna be gone?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek before lining up to your folds, slowly pushing inside causing you to moan softly.

“Your punishment, cutie, is that you’re going to stay still on my cock, and if you even slightly move, I’ll bounce you once or twice. You wouldn’t want the viewers to hear your slutty moans would you?” You looked at him in shock, and a little bit of lust. 

“I’m back, viewers! Just had to troubleshoot some things.” Gyuvin smiled at the camera after turning everything back on, returning to his game.

For the first half, you were pretty obedient. But then you slowly got more flustered as time went on. You’d let out whimpers from time to time, as your pussy would pulse in need without warning.

Without thinking, you squirmed trying to calm yourself down. By the time you realized what you’ve done, it was too late; He acted as if he was just readjusting, when really he gently thrusted up into your special spot. You let out a little ‘eep!’ but luckily you were able to bite back anything more. Meanwhile, the chat has been overflowing with thirsty comments about you, causing Gyuvin to chuckle. 

“Guys, sorry to inform you but y/n is mine. Isn’t that right babe?” Gyuvin looked at you but instead of waiting for an answer, he decided to be an asshat and thrust up a bit rougher causing you to let out a soft moan.

_craddymommy_: Is she ok? >_>

Your_mom_69: Dayum she made that sound?

BigDEnergy_420: hot ;)

God this was humiliating. Also the last two are such lazy ass names? “She’s fine, just feeling a little flustered, she is camera shy right hun?” He pulled you closer as if that was possible, you staying silent.

As a warning, he pinched the inside of your thigh as you bit back a whine; “It’s rude to ignore the chat you know.” He whispered in your ear, before pulling back and continuing the game.

As he went on, every once in a while you’d move and he’d move his hips to hit your g-spot. 

After an hour more of ‘torture’ and many moans and concerned chatters, he finally leaned back and stretched, ending the live with “Sorry guys, I need to fuck my girlfriend.” 

Right after the end button was hit, Gyuvin wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand going down to your clit as he fucks into you roughly. “You know how- haah- how difficult it was to not fuck you into oblivion with millions of people watching you cum from my cock?” He moaned in your ear, before getting bored of the position and turned you around, picking you up easily with his dick in you at the same time, before going to your bedroom while occasionally slapping your ass. Barely making it into the room, he threw you down on the bed on your stomach. He pulls your ass up and goes back into your tight pussy, pounding hard causing your moans to turn into screams of pleasure.

“F-fuck~ Slow down- ah~!” You whined, with him just ignoring you. As you babbled almost incoherently, him letting out a raspy laugh as if he wasn’t just as needy. “Fuck baby, you drunk off my dick already?” He slammed into you, his balls slapping against your thighs.

As if you weren’t already fucked dumb, he started spanking you leaving handprints. 

“Mm~ such a fucking good girl. Mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.” He growled, suddenly getting possessive thinking of the viewers who might be jacking off over your moans. Sadly you were too dumb to respond, causing him to flip you around and pulling you into a deep kiss.

“Mine~ don’t you fucking forget that” He muttered against your lips.

 It didn’t take much longer before you were close, and right when you came, he followed shortly after. 

A few moments of being out of breath, and him laying down next to you, Gyuvin looked to his side to see you passed out. Letting out a weak chuckle, he got up with a groan and picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bath. <3

A/N→Hope you enjoyed ya nasty(Kidding ILY POOKIE) This was way longer than I thought it’d be 💀

[billskeis]

Bill and female reader going out for dinner with Tom and friends, bill teases yn dangerously leading to them leaving sooner to have more fun🤫

ᡣ𐭩 bill’s dinner gone wrong (or not :3)

you sat across from tom who was conversing with some other friends both you and the twins met during high school. clear that there was no attention on the two of you, and being about an hour or so, bill sneakily placed a hand on your thigh, earning a quiet yelp that left him smirking.

it’s been like this the whole night. touching above and below places he shouldn’t have in public. kisses on your neck, whispers of how good you looked in that dress and how he couldn’t wait to just take it off. it was way more than poor little you could handle. but he wasn’t done just there.

“bill, please.. not now,” you pout, embarrassed of how quick and easy it was for him to get you so flustered.

he’s quick in his movements, and a night out that was meant to be spent with other friends feels as though it’s just you and bill in the room. but you had to be mindful. it’s almost erotic that this might as well be seen as one of those secret pornos. bill works his digits into your cunt, a soft squelch can only lightly be heard from between the two of you.

a tight grip on bill’s arm as he motions his thumb on your clit in circles, you curse your sensitive bud for shamelessly feeling so much pleasure in a public setting. you watch tom scarf down his food as he asks you a question, “what do you think y/n?? about our new album??”

“h-hm? o-oh! i think s’quite nice..” you bite down on your lip to choke back a moan with how bill curls his finger to assault your g spot, his arm aching from the awkward positioning of his arm, continuing anyway to watch as how you slowly break down.

“see! even y/n likes it.. i can’t believe you guys thought it was ‘just ok!’ absolutely not i will not take that as an answer..” tom continues to babble as he no longer faces you.

“eep!”

there wasn’t even teasing to begin with, bill went straight for it as he basically finger fucks you in the booth where you’re currently sat across his brother, trying to hold everything together to not reveal to anyone that your boyfriend right now is knuckles deep into your cunt.

“are you okay y/n?” one of your friends ask with a genuinely concerned look on her face. all you could do was pant and nod in response.

bill, placing his opposite hand on your arm smiles at the rest of the table as he chimes, “i think i’m gonna take her home, seems as though she is.. under the weather, right baby?” you look up at him with glossy eyes only to be met with a cheeky grin, a grin that held the secret possibilities of what he were to do with you later that night.

nipping on your ear, bill whispered, “my baby behaved so well during dinner.. how ‘bout i reward you, hm?”

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“f-fuck bill.. please don’t stop..!” whining as bill rams into your soppy cunt nonstop, pelvic bone momentarily bumping your clit as he brings his hips closer to yours. you loll your tongue out, bill hungrily joining his mouth with yours, never slowing down as his length stretches you out the burn feeling oh so good.

a groan escaping his lips, raspy and high, bill smiles at you as he thrusts, bringing his head down as he latches onto your nipple, licking at the bud as he speaks between licks, “god you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this all day.. that hour went by—nmgh—s-so slow..”

it’s true. the moment that bill saw you in the outfit you wore to dinner that night, all he could think about was ripping it off and taking you then and there.

of course tho, he had some decorum.

fucking into your cervix, bill’s hand and mouth roams all over your body, hands messaging at your breasts and waist as he litters continues hickeys, your chest and neck bruised with the colourful reds and purples.

he was loud, and he had no shame about it. whorish moans emitted from your boyfriend as he pummels into you. arching your body to meet his thrusts deeper, bill meets you eye to eye once more to place breathless kisses on your mouth, licking sloppily as he tugs the bottom of your lip between his teeth.

“‘m gunna cum.. gunna c—mmngh..!” you moan as he quickens the pace. the both of you chasing your orgasms as you clench around him.

“fuck baby you’re soo tight for me huh? the things you do to me..” you hold onto each arm that rests on each side of your head for leverage as bill hovers above you. the impact of his thrusts shakes the bed stares down at you lovingly. seeing white, your eyes roll to the back of your head as your legs tremble, orgasm falling onto your body as waves of pleasure come at once.

“that’s right schatzi, come on this cock that you love so much.”

and being so cock-drunk has led you to grind your hips onto bill’s, dragging out the orgasm as much as you can you don’t even realize bill has already came, cum filling you up to the brim as he fucks it into you, some escaping and trickling down your cunt. “f-fuuuuck s’good..”

pressing a kiss to your temple, bill admires you under him, “can’t wait for the next dinner, next time, i’ll have you full nelson.”

waaaahhh i have a love/hate relationship w writing :c i love his arms bee tee dubz

ill try my best for u guys , i dont even have school i just work full-time !1!1! brb this weekend

[writingsbymo-mo]

Naughty, Naughty

Ran Haitani x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Contains: smut, spanking, daddy kink, pet names, hand job rough sex, creampie, slight bit of somnophilia

You couldn't sleep once again and thought it was a good idea to have a little fun with Ran. Little did you know that he had something planned to go along with your fun.

Note: no specified genitals on reader to keep this as gender neutral as possible

Minors DNI

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It was late in the evening when you retired for the night, being carried in Ran's arms to the bedroom, safe and warm. He sat on the bed, the mattress groaning under your shared weight. A few kisses trailed along your neck as he pulled you with him, rolling onto his side with you wrapped in his embrace. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

Can't sleep.....

Can't sleep.....

You stared at the wall, motionless in his arms, listening to his heavy sighs being drifted off into a deep slumber. How he easily fell asleep was beyond you. But in the short time of this poor attempt at rest, an idea popped in your head. You cracked a smirk, doing your best to carefully remove his arms from your waist without waking him. He groaned as you moved, shifting to lay on his back.

Perfect! That's just what you needed to continue your little scheme. You crawled back until you were parallel to his hips, peering down to the slight bulge in his pants. Was he already thinking about you in his sleep? Not that it matters now. You needed to be careful. Who knows what punishment he has up his sleeve tonight if you wake him.

Without hesitating, you reached into his pants, sliding your hand over his warm dick, teasing the slit with the tip of your pointer. You watched as his face scrunched up in delight causing you to smile. 'How cute.'

You grabbed his dick, hard, and began beating his meat as fast as you could go, hoping he'll cum right away and maybe have some more fun afterwords. But there was one thing you forgot. Ran is not exactly a true sound sleeper.

"Eep!"

You squeaked, suddenly lying on your back with an angry Ran pinning you to the bed.

"Well, well. What have you been up to hmm?" He growled, giving you a playful smirk. "Are you ready for your punishment, little brat?"

Your eyes lit up with an idea then you looked away with a pout. "But daddy..."

Ran's gaze darkened with lust as you heard a chuckle rumble in his chest. If you were going toplay this game then of course he'd play along. "Oh, so we're playing that tonight are we? And what did daddy say?"

You let your gaze wander, looking at everything except him as you shrunk into yourself. "It's bed time..."

Ran released you and sat up, reaching over to his nightstand in search for somethin. "And what do you think you' were doing?"

"....ummm....nothing..."

A dark laughfrom him as he ran one of his hands through his hair. "Nothing, huh. Doesn't look like nothing to daddy."

Your eyes widened as you realized what he just grabbed, watching him whip it out. His one and only baton. Oh, you were in for it now, but you were looking forward to the delicious sting he'd bring with it. "W-wait! I'm sorry daddy. I couldn't help myself...you look too pretty like that..." you pleaded.

He taps the baton on his shoulder playfully, then sighs. "Still, you'll have to be punished for that. Strip and lay over my thighs. Daddy is going to teach his slutty little angel when daddy says bed time, he means it."

You couldn't help but clench at his words, removing your clothes and throwing them into a pile by the bed. The cool air hit you with a shiver. You sought his warmth right then, crawling to him and presenting your ass as you rested your hips on his lap. Even though you couldn't see his face, you could feel the way he's smirking at you right now. How he has you wrapped around his fingers the moment you even tried to awaken him. You were completely at his mercy.

You heard the baton make a click, followed by a warm hamd rubbing your asscheeks tenderly, teasing you for what's to come. "Ok, tell daddy how many strokes you got in."

You froze. You couldn't remember. Of course he had to ask a question like this knowing you'd be distracted. "...um....about twenty-seven I think?" You squeezed your eyes shut. That was probably the wrong answer.

The tapping stopped. You shuddered in anticipation as you suddenly felt a hot breath against your ear. "You sure about that? Because I counted thirty-nine, little brat."

SMACK

"Ah!" You squeaked, gripping the sheets as you clenched your ass. It stung, but only a little. For now...

He rubbed your tender, slightly reddened flesh with care, almost teasing. "You better count every single one sweetheart or we'll have to start over."

SMACK

"O-one!"

SMACK

"T-two!"

SMACK

"Th-threee—Aaah!"

You moaned out a scream as he hit you a little harder, clenching and unclenching with every painful yet delightful sting. Ran hummed, pleased by your display, tracing the outlines were his baton landed. "You're doing good love, so good for daddy," he cooed and licked the shell of your ear. A chill ran through your nerves, making you squeal. Then a few kisses lingered on your neck, trailing all the way down to your ass. You could feel the smug bastard smiling against your tender, red asscheeks. He stayed there for a brief moment when he shifted. Waiting.

You waited for him, knowing what he was doing. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible. Wanting you to keep anticipating for him to continue. You wanted so bad to yell for him to get it over with. It hurt more to wait than to receive your punishment.

SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!

"Ah—f-four! Five!!! S-sixx!!" You swear you'll be getting noise complaints come tomorrow morning with how loud you're being. Your eyes glossed over as almost inaudible whimpers escaped your chest. Over your shoulder, you peeked at the man serving your punishment.

His eyes had a glint of satisfaction, admiring his work with a toothy grin. "Mmm, your ass is already so red and we're not even halfway through your punishment," he paused, humming a tune that matched the rhythm of his strokes on your ass then giving you another smack from his baton. "Hmmm...question is, will my sweet baby be able to take it? If not, you better convince daddy you'll be good."

"Ah, daddy! I'll be good! I'll be good, I promise!!!" You pleaded a cry. Anything to keep from having...thirty-nine spankings...

"Oh, did you forget something?" He growled as he bit your ear. You felt those lips of his tug upward, knowing how easily he distracted you with his sweet words.

"Huh? Oh...s-seven...sorry daddy..."

Ran stroked your head lovingly, then leaned foqqrward, rewarding you with a tender kiss. "Good, good. Daddy's little angel is learning to behave. Now—"

SMACK SMACK!!!!

"Eight! N-nine!!!" Your screams grew louder as the tears streamed down your face, wincing when his hand touched your ass once more.

"Shhhshhh, you've been so good," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your nibble your neck as your nerves were set alight. "Think you can do one more for daddy?"

You whimpered and moaned with every little bite, nodding as you cried when he bit the sensitive area in your neck. "Yes, yes, I-I can go one more time! Please daddy, please!"

"That's it, good. Good."

SMACK

"TEN...F-FUCK!!!!" Your body jolted with the last hit. The stinging pain lingered. Ran picked you up, placing you on your side to face him as he began tracing the apple of your cheek, flashing a tender-loving smile, humming sweet praises. "Shhhh, you're so good, my precious baby," he trailed kisses along your neck and collarbone. "How about you turn around and come sit on daddy's lap, yeah? Would you like that?"

How could you refuse? You squealed as you sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. "Thank you daddy! Hsss, it hurts..." You hissed. With the excitement for relief, you almost forgot about the state of your throbbing ass that'll be bruised come morning.

Ran placed his hands at your hips, sliding them along your sides. "Hmhm, you'll forget about it in a minute." He let one hand slide between your legs. Oh did that grin do things to you. "Tsktsk, would you look at that. You're such a slut aren't you. Look at how wet you are!" He teased, sliding his hand up and down between your thighs, gathering more slick as you felt yourself clench in delight. You slapped your hands over your face, trying to hold back your moans as you were being positioned over his throbbing dick.

Ran chuckled in amusement, prying your hands away from your face. "Aww, don't hide that pretty face. Keep your eyes on daddy. Unless...you don't want your reward for being so good."

"Ah no! I'll be good, I promise!"

"Promise daddy?"

"Yes, daddy!"

Ran reached to the bedside table with his long arms to grab the lube, squirting it on his hand, then shoved his fingers inside you, stretching you out as you cried out in surprise and pleasure. His slender fingers curled into the right places until he felt you were ready. You were repositioned over him, only the tip pressing into you, teasing you. He didn't budge until you were squirming in his hold. "Alright, then here we go."

He gripped your waist, pulling you onto him. The stretch of his dick left you breathless as your mouth formed an 'o' at the way he dragged against your walls. "Ah—so full...." You murmured when he bottomed out.

"Mmm, all for daddy haha!" Ran began an agonizingly slow, steady pace, wanting to make you squirm and beg for him. He whispered and licked the shell of your ear. You shuddered a cry for him as he chuckled, pressing ever so harder into you with every thrust.

It wasn't enough.

You needed more.

Wanted more.

"F-faster daddy!" You pleaded, looking him dead in the eyes with a pout, hoping to gain his favor.

Ran looked at you, his features shifting to his signature shit eating grin. He wasn't going to let you win yet. No, of course not. He tauntingly waved his finger as he sang, "ah, ah. What's the magic word, darling?"

"Awww...daddy! Noo..." You whined, placing your hands upon his shoulders, raising and lowering your hips, begging for more.

"I won't move until you say it."

"Please?!"

"What?"

"Daddy? Ah fuuuuck!!!" He slammed into you rapidly, his balls slapping the base of your ass. You clenched around him as shockwaves went through you, throwing your head back the harder and faster he ground himself against your sweet spot.

"Mmm sooo tight and warm for me. I can never get enough of you sweetheart!" He groaned, squeezing your hips so tight you were sure to have bruises.

Your insides clenched harder. The white hot pleasure almost ready to consume you. "Daddy! I'm close!!!" You cried, pressing his tip into the spot that made you see stars with each press. He picked up the pace, wanting to finish with you. "Mmm, daddy is close too."

"Ah, please! Inside me daddy!"

His gaze darkened with lust, pounding into you faster and faster as your walls began to close around him in a vice. "Mmm, so dirty. You want daddy to fill you up? To mark you as mine?"

"Yesss!!! Please!!!"

"Ggh, here it comes baby!"

"Aaah, daddy!!!!"

You both exploded in pleasure, eyes rolled back as drool slipped between your lips, rolling down your chin. Stars filled your vision. His warmth seeped into you in thick spurts, running down your ass and thighs as it overflowed. You collapsed onto him, panting. A sheen of sweat shared between both of you in the dimly illuminated room. He let his head hit the pillow, pulling you with him, cradling you in his arms.

You cracked your eyes open, moving your head to peer at him. He panted, still recovering from his high. His gaze held nothing more than pure admiration. "Haaa...haaa...you alright?" He asked. He let his hands rub circles onto your back as he kissed your forehead with a smile.

"Mmmhmmm...sooore..." You groaned softly. Your lower body ached and throbbed so bad but you were so exhausted. You just wanted to sleep in his arms.

"Sigh...I'll get you some cream for your ass...whenever we get up," he smiled.

"Thank you...Ran." You nuzzled into his neck, giving his underjaw a quick peck.

"Will you be able to sleep?"

You pondered for a moment. You didn't want to lay on your side or back right now but— "Maybe if I lay on top of you?"

"You better not get any more ideas tonight."

"Hehe, I won't," you paused and winked at him, "tonight, hehe."

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Rindou in his bedroom....

".....fucking finally....god...."

One could say, he wasn't the only one unable to sleep that night....

[rubylovessharks]

Idia Shroud x gn!reader

just you enjoying the view of your boyfriend having fun with your kitties :3 im writing about the future, you are moving in to where Idia lives

Today was a day bot like any other, where instead of Idia coming over to your place, which also doesn't happen often, you were going over to his. With luggage. You have packed everything from your own house so you can move into Idia's home. That means your cats as well.

As you put your cat's cages down on the entrance floor of Idia's house, you make sure your lovely two kitties are fine from the trip. One cat takes it's first step and slowly comes out of it's cage. The more time it spends outside the more comfortable it feels, so the other cat feels just as safe coming outside.

Yet we all know how your boyfriend is, especially with such cute widdle kitties~ not like he hasn't seen them before, it's just that he loves them sooo much he just has to greet them! So the moment your cats see Idia's creepy (yet lovely) smile they puff up, hiss and run away.

"I just wanted to say hello to them.." he says as he gives he's usual disappointed face. "Oh I'm sure they'll come around!" you reassure him, and you were right! Cuz the very next day you get to see your boyfriend and your more friendly cat cuddling together. Idia is sitting so still just so your cat wouldn't wake up and run away.

"I see that my kitty warmed up to this place huh?" you walk over to Idia and your pet and sit next to them. "I uh gave him treats..if that's ok?" he looks at you to make sure he didn't do anything wrong "oh no worries! Both of them deserve a treat once in a while" you look around to see where you can find your other, grumpier, cat. "Oh I couldn't find her.."

"That's alright. I'm sure I can find her, she likes sleeping in closets with many clothes, so I'm sure she's inside our closet or something" for a moment Idia shrieks, 'our closet' sounds so nice but he's still not used to this- "th-then you should go check to see if she's there.." he gives a few pats to your cat. "Don't you want to help me find her?" "nono! She doesn't really like me that much..." if he doesn't want to come and try to befriend your grumpy old kitty, you'll have to force friendship upon them!

"Heyy Idiaaa~ think fast!" he doesn't have much time to react as you bring your grumpy cat and put her on his lap. "EEP!" Idia shrieks loudly waking up your other cat. But it seems that none of your cats got up to leave, the one on his lap sat down and was making biscuits, and the other just went back to sleep while snuggling his arm.

You totally took a few sneaky pictures of them snuggling.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

omg ok it’s my turn for one of these (eep!) i’m glad i had this tiny bit sitting in a draft bc i think it kinda works?? or at least i hope it does 😅 pls forgive me if it does not k thenks bye ♥️

who doesn’t love a handsy backpack?

words: 316

warnings / tags: mentions of smut so pls **18+ ONLY** biker ari, menace reader (a lil bit hehe), kind of reckless driving so definitely don’t do that irl pls & thank.

What had started out as a pleasant cruise through town at dusk has veered into something else entirely.

Ari suggested the ride because of how comfortably brisk the weather was, how it would be nice to see the sunset out in the open. You agreed easily, a happy grin on your beautiful face as you wandered off to the front door to put your leather jacket on. He followed with his own content smile, wondering how he got so lucky.

Of course, now he’s wondering if maybe he’s cursed. Normally you keep your hands safely on his waist or hips, chin tucked over his shoulder. Yet, for whatever reason, this evening you’ve chosen to let your touch drift off on a journey.

Your hands glide down Ari’s thighs, pausing to squeeze the toned muscles through the denim of his jeans, before slowly working their way back upward. Your touch enters dangerous territory without a single moment of hesitation, lightly cupping Ari’s groin.

The tease of more makes Ari tip his head back a little into your space, makes his head swim with scenarios of what you two could get up to. It’s risky and exciting and has him hoping you’ll continue to test the limit.

The warmth of you along his back is a constant, incessant reminder. Has his mind wandering recklessly to the night before, when your warm body was pressed against his front as he fucked you hard and deep. He’d had you wrapped up in his embrace, chest to chest, his face tucked into your neck as he groaned and grunted at the tight grip of your pussy. He can almost still feel your fingernails still biting into the skin on his back and hear your whimpers in his ear.

And fuck, okay, he has to get his mind back in the present or he’ll crash his bike with both of you on it.

djsksjdj I GUESS???????? idfk but thank you ro bby for sending me this ilysm 🥹 also my first ari drabble YAY we cheer!!!

[slayfics]

Im like in love with how u write inosuke so I was wondering if you could do fic where reader and inosuke rough house like wrestling n stuff then it gets heated

You and Inosuke fight over the last shrimp tempura.

Warnings: story is suggestive

You were outside eating with Inosuke on the patio of the Butterly Mansion. Both of you were taking a short break from the tasks of the day to refuel. The weather was lovely so you both decided the patio was a great place to eat lunch.

However, It didn’t take long for trouble to stir up, it never did with Inosuke.

“Hey! That is the last shrimp tempura!” Insouke yelled, his nose flaring with anger at the sight of you grabbing the last piece.

“Yeah so? You had 5 already, I’ve only had 2!” You yelled back in response.

“What does that matter?” He said, placing his hands on his hips. “Give me that one,” he reached out toward you.

“No!” You laughed attempting to push the demon slayer away. Inosuke took this as a challenge and fought even harder to grab at the shrimp knocking you over as a result.

You crashed onto the floor, Inosuke going completely feral trying to wrestle the shrimp from you. The demon slayer opened his mouth wide and went to bite the shrimp in your hand. You quickly pulled the shrimp away causing Inosuke’s open mouth to make contact with something he didn’t intend.

Both of you instantly froze as Inosuke’s mouth bit down on your neck instead of his intended target of the tempura.

EEP~

A small squeak escaped your lips as a shiver ran through your body. Insouke let go of your neck, his body having a reaction of his own that he didn’t understand.

Why was he suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy? Insouke stayed on top of you frozen unsure of what to do. His face was an undistinguishable mess as he stared down at you.

“You- you bit me!” You finally exclaimed.

“Uh-“ Inosuke was at a loss for words.

“That’s it you’ve gone too far now pig head,” you said, playfully taking a hard bite of his arm.

“Hey- cut it out!” he exclaimed, wiggling under your bite. You laughed in return, causing Inosuke to make a split decision. “This shut you up last time-“ he said, biting down harder this time on your neck.

EEP~

“You’re doing it wrong,” you said bravely.

“Hu? What do you mean I'm doing it wrong?” Inosuke asked dumbfounded.

“I’ll show you!” You said pulling at the demon slayer and bringing him closer. You bit down on his neck sucking softly at the same time. Soft moans you’ve never heard before from Insouke escaped his lips.

“What kind of attack is that? I want to try it too!” He said, biting down and sucking softly on your neck.

EEP~

The both of you took turns biting each other's necks, each bite becoming full of more passion and gentleness that you had no idea Inosuke was capable of.

“Hey are you guys done eating-“ Tanjiro had come outside to join you both but was stunned at the sight he saw. He wasn’t sure if he should break you two up from the fight or give you both privacy.

“Hu?” Inosuke let go of your neck realizing his friend had approached. “Oh uh-," he quickly got off of you, clearing his throat.

You stumbled to gather your own composure again. “Oh hi, Tanjiro-," you greeted the demon slayer. “Um here Inosuke,” you handed him the forgotten shrimp.

“Uh no it’s ok- you can have it,” he said with a blush tinting his face, causing a blush of your own to arise.

Tanjiro’s face was painted with shock. Inosuke had never turned down food before.

“Thanks, Insouke,” you said, smiling at the demon slayer.

Thank you for requesting Inosuke! I always have so much fun writing for him. I hope you enjoy it~

[gomzdrawfr]

hi yes its 2.30am I cant sleep anyways I drew myself meeting the cod boys the other day and realize i didnt share it here

it was decided from birb polls so first off

Ghost - Hug

and then Price - I get to decide what I want to do with him (I decided to bite him bcuz I can)

and then Gaz, gave him a kiss

lastly Soap, punch him (I am not sorry)

Bonus when the boys got tired of me and want to send me back

ok i go back eep

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Noodle's Questions

Hey gigglers! I haven't written a tickle fic in foreverrr, but here is a little something I whipped up. I hope you enjoy! (Teases inspired by @just-a-fluffy-knight)

Fandom: Wonka

Characters: Willy, Noodle

Summary: There is a lot that Noodle doesn't know, and a lot that Wonka can teach her.

Note: This is a tickle fic. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling.

"Willy, I have a question", Noodle posed, sitting up straight. She and Wonka had been lying down next to each other on the candy-grass of Wonka's factory, recovering from the effects of tens of different magical chocolates.

"Yeah?" Wonka responded absent-mindedly, still lying down in a half-doze.

"Well you know how chocolate is brown because of the coco. Well where does white chocolate come from?"

Wonka snickered, "That is a very good question young lady. I guess I'll show you". However, Wonka was making no effort to sit up. Noodle, after patiently waiting for the demonstration for about ten seconds and receiving nothing, poked Wonka's stomach in an attempt to get his attention.

"Willy?"

"EEP! Yes?"

Noodle chuckled at Wonka's response before rolling her eyes. Honestly, Willy could be so weird sometimes. "Willy, the demonstration?"

"Oh, yes", Willy said sheepishly, sitting up, taking off his hat and reaching inside it, pulling out a square of regular milk chocolate and a small jar with what looked like a bee inside. Incredibly confused, Noodle watched as Wonka opened the jar and released the bug.

"Watch this", he said with a grin as the bug flew around the chocolate, sprinkling a kind of dust which, after a few moments, turned it white. Noodle's eyes widened in realization, "Ohhhh! That's so cool Willy!"

Wonka smiled, "your welcome", before lying back down.

A few minutes passed before Noodle's inquisitiveness returned.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you see earlier?"

"Huh?"

"You know, earlier when you squeaked. What did you see? Should I be concerned?"

"Ohhh", Wonka said in realization, his cheeks going a little pink. "Nothing Noodle, don't worry about it".

Noodle rolled her eyes, poking him in the stomach again, "Wonkaaaaa".

Willy squeaked just as he had before, causing Noodle to instinctively jump and look up at the sky, trying to find the source of her friend's fright.

Wonka sat up abruptly, "Ok Noodle, you know that curiosity killed the cat"

"What cat?" Noodle asked. Having grown up at Scrubbit's and with no family, there were a lot of things that Noodle didn't know. She could read and write and do mathematics just fine, but had never done anything like play or sing or eat sweets or use silly phrases until she had met Wonka.

Wonka sighed in an exaggerated way - "If you must know, Noodle, I'm just a bit ticklish there"

Noodle raised an eyebrow, "Your what?"

Wonka's cheeks went dark red, "Ya know, ticklish". He perched his knees up before his torso, looking away and pretending to be distracted by something in the distance.

"Ticklish? That doesn't ring a bell". Wonka looked aside at her face for one second, catching that she was dead serious, before turning away again. How could he explain tickling?

"W-well", he stuttered, once again looking away, "It means I'm sensative. Like, if you touch my tummy I might react like that. It's nothing".

Catching on to Wonka's embarrassment, Noodle smirked and thought she might have a little fun.

"Oh, like this?" She poked his stomach again, and he let out and even louder squeak than before, and, in a swift motion, he tackled her over so that she was lying on the grass below him. She screamed from his surprise outburst, but giggled as she saw him sitting above her, looking down at her with the most flushed look she had ever seen.

"Oh, okay, you want to have some fun huh?". Just than, he scribbled all ten of his fingers into Noodle's sides, and, in an instant, she burst into high pitched giggles.

"Willy!", she cried, scrunching up her face and slightly kicking her legs.

"Wo-hoa-hoa", Wonka said, scuttering his fingers across her belly, "I thought you would be ticklish, but this ticklish?"

Noodle giggles got higher pitched as Wonka moved spots, her swatting away lightly at his hands to protect her belly.

"Are you ok with this Noodle?", Wonka asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't crossing any boundaries. Noodle nodded as she continued giggling, before turning onto her side, trapping Willy's hand.

"Hey!", he said, "Get back here Apple Stroodle!". Noodle chuckled at the nickname, before Willy flipped her over again and started gently squeezing her knees. Noodle immediately collapsed into full on belly laughs, rocking back and fourth.

"Ahaha! Willyhyhyhyhy!"

Wonka looked down at her with an evil smirk, "Well well well, looks like I hit a bad spot huh Noodle?"

Noodle's cheeks went red. This was her first time being tickled, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't fun. She felt completely carefree, as if she was eating one of Wonka's calm musical chocolates, although the accompaniment was her shrieks of laughter. Wonka moved on to reaching under her arms experimentally, and her chest sunk down a bit as her laughter lightened steadily into a trail of giggles. All the while Willy was smiling down at her, the girl's joy infectious, and feeling as happy as can be to see her in such a state.

After a few more seconds, Wonka stopped, afraid she would suffocate otherwise. She continued to giggle with phantom tickles and, once they wore off, she just chuckled, sat up and smiled at Wonka. Than, as if like a lion jumping at her pray, she jumped in to hug him, and this time Wonka's squeak was one of fright. The gesture was unexcepted, but Wonka rubbed her back gently.

When she separated from him, Noodle smiled, "I felt so loved. So connected. So bubbly! Thanks for teaching me about this Wonka, I'll have to tell my mum to do it with me sometime".

Wonka looked away once again, his embarrassment returning to him.

"It was such a silly sensation", she said with a laugh, before lying back down, gesturing Wonka to lie beside her. The older boy leaned back, putting his hands under his head like a pillow.

"Willy?"

"Yeah?"

"Didn't you say you were also ticklish?"

Wonka's eyes widened, and he immediately jumped in the air, running across the candy forest of his factory.

"Hey! Get back here Willy!", Noodle called out, standing up to run after him.

"You can't catch me!", Wonka teased, grabbing a chocolate tree branch and swinging himself up. Noodle ran up to the tree, standing at the bottom as Wonka sat triumphantly on a branch above her.

"Haha, nice try Noodle!"

Noodle rolled her eyes again and smiled, "I'll get you next time Willy!"

"Nu-uh", he responded, "there won't be a next time - I'm staying up in this tree for the rest of my life, I can make chocolate just fine from up here".

Noodle chuckled and rolled her eyes again, "Ok, whatever you say Willy". She knew he would have to come down eventually.

That's it! Thanks for reading (: Hope you liked it.

[ristoranteivorykeys]

graduation [octazinelle: high tide fic submission]

in the few months they have before getting ready to leave for internship, floyd and jade go through the turbulence that future uncertainties bring: where will they go, what will they do, but most importantly... what will happen to their relationship with azul?

ft. floyd leech, jade leech, and azul ashengrotto

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hello hello!! i participated in a zine titled octazinelle: high tide! you can find the full zine through here~ this was a very fun project and i'm so excited to post the fic i wrote for you guys ^^ i really care about this fic so much, so there will be additional notes that i will leave somewhere :3c don't worry, they won't be hard to find fufufu

“Floyd Leech.”

Said student is just climbing down the steps of the lecture room when he hears his name being called in an austere manner. Any remaining students in the classroom cast Floyd that ‘oh boy’ look as they leave the room. Floyd looks to the teacher’s table where Professor Trein stares at him sternly. He returns the stare with a miffed look, but he approaches the professor nonetheless.

“This is the second time this week that I have caught you sleeping in my class,” Trein rebukes. “This may be your last semester in Night Raven College before you go on your internship, but that doesn’t mean that you can be negligent in my class.”

“Uh huh.”

“Don’t give me that attitude, Leech. I do not want to give any penalties so late into the semester, but if I catch you sleeping one more time, I will. Do I make myself clear, Leech?”

“Yes, sir.” 

“You may now go.” 

Floyd steps out of the classroom with the same expression as he wore when getting called out. Damn Professor Red Squid, if you don’t wanna give detention, then just don’t, he thinks to himself. Meh, oh well. I don’t feel hungry at all, should I even go to the canteen? But where do I even wanna go? Everywhere’s so noisy. 

He walks for a bit, hands in his pockets.

Ah wait. 

There’s the supplies arriving today for Mostro Lounge. 

Floyd barely notices his frown growing ever so slightly deeper, but students walking along the same path as him instinctively step aside. Nobody in their right mind would dare interrupt a disgruntled Leech twin. 

I’m not going to help out with those. Azul can suffer with those all he wants.

“Floyd! There you are!” 

Floyd stops in his tracks. He does not look at the classmate who briskly walks up to him, but he already feels the annoyance rushing to his head. 

“Floyd, we got a paper due in two days,” the classmate yells. “We just need your part, and we'll be done! When are you gonna send it in the gc?”

“Go away.”

“Hah? Don’t give me that!” The groupmate’s voice raises in anger. “We have a literal group paper to submit, and we just need your part so that we can submit it earlier!”

Floyd faces him finally, but this time, his eyes are dilated, teeth are displayed, and brows are furrowed. An all-too familiar menacing expression. “I said go away.”

“Eep!” The classmate takes a step back, expression immediately shifting to fear for his life. “O-ok ok! Just- just submit before the 11:59 deadline in two days! That’s all I needed to say, ok!”

And right after, the student runs away.

Floyd huffs. He has now made up his mind on where to go. 

Jade is wiping the sweat off of his face in the locker rooms when one of his Octavinelle classmates approaches him. “Hey, Azul’s calling for you,” he says. “He’s by the gates right now.”

“Oh?” Jade looks up in confusion. “I thought Floyd was supposed to be with him right now.”

“Well, he’s not there now,” the classmate replies while scratching his head. “They need more backup and Azul’s calling for you.” 

“Ah, I see.” He smiles. “I shall be there, then.”

The classmate leaves the locker rooms, leaving Jade all by himself. The rest of the class has already left, eager for lunch. 

Jade slows down in cleaning himself up.

Azul’s name brings back a rip that’s been tearing at his heart. It burns in the way that electricity probably burns, maybe to a lesser degree: his body stops working the way it usually does, and his chest still reels from a shock of pain. It’s not physical by any means, though by the Sea Witch, he wishes it was. It would have been so much easier to deal with. He’d be shipped to the best hospital, all bills easily paid for, and he’d be recovering well back in Octavinelle. Or if he dies, then that is that. No more pain to feel.

No, it’s a harder kind of pain. It’s the kind of pain that makes him want to tear flesh and bone with teeth and claws, the kind of hurt that urges him to destroy a ship, the kind of ache that makes him want to burn his already burning eyes. It’s the kind of pain that won’t go away even if he does all three.

Jade breathes in. Hold it. Breathe out. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Breathe in… breathe out…

He cannot afford to lose himself now, whether by wrath or by tears. 

He packs his bags, changes back to his uniform, and leaves the lockers. His light footsteps are overshadowed by the sounds of enthusiastic jogs to the cafeteria in the corridors. Jade takes a moment to breathe in the afternoon sunny air, letting out a bit more of his worries out of his lungs before he walks down the stairs and through Main Street. 

And soon, he finds himself nearing the tall gates of the school, where a group of students are gathered around large boxes. 

It annoys Jade that the gleam of silver hair stirs mixed emotions. On one hand, his troubles are dashed completely from seeing the very person he keeps close. On the other hand, it is the same person who’s making him go through hell.

He swiftly shifts his focus to the situation in front of him. Some of the other boxes should have been on the way to the Mostro Lounge by this time, yet there are still several of them that the other Octavinelle students have to carry. It isn’t surprising—after all, they decided to upgrade a few things, in preparation for the next dorm leader. Supplies that a simple run to Sam’s shop won’t cover, no matter how much he claims to have it all in stock. 

“Be extra careful with that. That tableware costs us quite a fortune.” Standing by the boxes with a clipboard resting on his arm, Azul watches his dorm mates as he writes notes on the clipboard. He has his dorm leader facade on, serious and stern, but even from a distance, Jade can see his slightly nervous gaze towards the supplies. 

As another pair leaves with a heavy box, Azul looks at them before his eyes fall on him. “Jade, good you made it on time.”

“Hello, Azul,” Jade greets. “I thought that Floyd was supposed to help with the supplies.”

“Well, he’s not here now,” Azul answers, frowning from annoyance. “I was wondering if you had any idea as to where he is right now.”

“I don’t. His history class should have ended 10 minutes ago.” 

“Hmph, nevermind. We need to get all of this into the lounge.” He gestures to the boxes. “All the boxes are complete, and we’ll do a final count of all the supplies once everything has been moved there.”

“I see.” Jade nods. “Will you need me to assist you?”

“No, you may enjoy your lunch break after helping us move these boxes,” Azul answers. “I’ll be making my next successor do that. It’s a part of his learning, after all.” 

“Ah. I see.” 

It annoys him to feel that same shock of hurt returning to his chest. 

A bemused look crosses Azul’s face. “Does that offend you,” he teases. “I never took you for one to be tilted by that.”

Jade blinks. “Why Azul, whatever makes you think I’d be offended over that?” He smiles, with a bit more effort than he’s used to. “You must be imagining things from how little rest you have in passing on your position to the little siren.”

“You exaggerate.” He keeps his clipboard and pen into his bag. “We need to move. Jade, carry that box over there.” He points to one of the smaller boxes, marked with the word FRAGILE, and picks up another box. 

And wordlessly, Jade follows, carrying a box that must contain brand new tea sets. New tea sets that remind him that a new dorm leader and manager of the Mostro Lounge will take over. 

That his term and Azul’s will end because they’ll move up to 4th year and go their separate ways. 

Jade resists the urge to break them. He’ll carry these then find Floyd. 

Back at home, the schools of fish would band together, staying close until Floyd swam past them, splitting their perfect formation. Together, apart. Together, apart. 

Together. Apart.

Separation was not new to Floyd at all. In an “eat or be eaten” world, fish and merfolk alike live with the thought that the people closest to them may be gone the next day. Floyd has hunted before, has fought before. He’s even the one who said goodbye to his parents when leaving for Night Raven College.

But he said goodbye with the promise of seeing them again after school is done. 

He stares down at the river that runs below the bridge. This spot is rarely ever frequented by students at lunchtime, if only because everyone else is either eating in the canteen, having meetings, or just being with friends, and the bridge is on the other path away from the Hall of Mirrors. Besides Octavinelle, it feels the closest to home on this campus: here, he can watch the current flow, and the fish that live below its clean stream. 

Home, huh? Floyd wonders if home will still feel like home once he returns from Night Raven College. 

It will be the same dark passageways and bioluminescent lights, the same faces but all grown up. Except that he isn’t a child that can pick fights with anyone and nab their scales as a prize, he is to be stuck with running the family business of making deals, expanding connections, beating up people who betray their trust. Pretty much like what he already does with Azul now. 

Except that the boss that would stand with him and Jade is not Azul at all. 

The fish in the river swim with no obstacle in their path. They may split apart to avoid the occasional rock, but they would be together again. Together, apart. Together. In the small space that they share, there is no vast ocean that opens up new paths for them to split ways. Not until they swim down the cliff and into the open sea. 

Floyd has never envied river dwellers until now. 

Jade walks behind Azul going to Mostro Lounge. It’s something of a routine that started in Night Raven College. When Azul walks, he and Floyd follow him from behind. He doesn’t remember how or when it started. Probably started to make Azul’s image look powerful: he is in the front, wearing a coat that imposes authority, and Jade and Floyd standing at the back makes him look almost impossible to touch. 

Regardless of the hows or the whys, it’s a position that has always given him comfort. From behind, Jade can watch Azul. He can see if Azul is pleased with something by the bounce in his step, or if he’s pissed by the clack of his heels. And from the front, Azul can’t read Jade since he’s always looking forward, and that lets Jade startle him with a random brutal teasing remark. 

Right now, though, he wishes to not look at Azul. 

Azul appears to be beaming, and Jade knows exactly why. He’s found the perfect successor for not only leadership of Octavinelle but also manager for his prized restaurant. He’s gotten accepted in all the places he applied for his internship. 

He’s gotten accepted already into the university that he aims to go to.

Jade vividly remembers the way Azul grinned from ear to ear when he received the email. He remembers the audible, “Yes! Yes, I got in!” that almost sounded teary-eyed. He remembers Floyd saying that they should celebrate over some drinks. He remembers smiling to the best of his abilities while saying congratulations for being accepted. 

That was two weeks ago. He’s said many fake things in his life, and he would never say sorry for them. But until now, the heartless congratulations weighs heavily in his conscience. 

It’s simple, really: Azul has been working hard all his life to achieve his dreams. And Jade was there to witness the journey, from the ideas to the headaches to the defeats to the victories. It’s a huge milestone for Azul to get to stay on land and study in a place where he feels he will thrive. So it’s unfair really, to not be able to celebrate such an achievement happily. 

And yet, Jade can’t bring himself to. 

Their relationship started as something transactional. Tweels keep his secrets, Azul lets them in his plans. Tweels support him, Azul entertains them. And if Azul fails to entertain, then they will drop him like plastic to the chute. There and done. That’s supposed to be their relationship. 

So why then does it hurt to hear that Azul got accepted? Why does it hurt to think about how in a few months, he won’t see Azul as much as the present? Why does it hurt to think about the uncertainty of when they will see each other again? 

“Jade, you can put down the box over there.”

Jade blinks. He’s at Mostro Lounge. Has he been so deep in thought that he didn’t realize when he arrived?

Schooling his expression, he puts down the box on the counter that Azul gestures to, unaware of the concerned expression on Azul’s face. 

Floyd doesn’t know when he started staring into nothingness to gaze at memories, but he’s now seeing the stone stage from middle school, where his younger self is playing drums to his brother’s bass and someone’s piano. 

He remembers, he was getting irritated with the piano melody, and at the time he couldn’t pinpoint why, except that it lacked something. Now that he thinks about it, it’s because that pianist’s playing had no life. No vigor, no passion, just technique that wouldn’t get anyone dancing. “Next,” he had said and stopped playing. The pianist was protesting. Floyd forgot what he said, just that he protested that he wasn’t done playing, but he didn’t care enough to hear about it.

“Everyone sucks, Jade,” he threw his sticks to the ground. “No one’s good enough to be part of our band. Let’s just go.” And he and Jade—who was bigger than him at the time—left the small auditorium of their school. And it’s a blur, Floyd doesn’t remember why he and Jade didn’t go home right away, but he remembers very well the syncopated melodies coming from the piano they forgot to close. 

And he remembers the gasp he made, the way his heart was stirred from how alive the music sounded. 

And he remembers how quickly he swam back inside to see who’s playing, and his wide-eyed gaze when he spotted the familiar octopus.

“Hey hey, that was so cool,” he said to the flustered Azul. “Play some more, play some more!” 

“Huh? No way, I have to go soon!”

But he didn’t let him go. He insisted he play the piano as he picked up his sticks and played a beat. “Come on, just one song! Then you can go!”

And he started his beat. And when it was just him for a long moment, Floyd had wondered if Azul left. But the sound of an E minor reached his ears, and the next moment, Azul’s playing was matching to the beat of the drums. And his music had heart. It had spirit, it had technique, it had passion. 

And the best part? Azul matched his rhythm when nobody else did. 

“I knew I’d find you here, Floyd.”

Eyes turning away from his reflection in the water, Floyd looks up to the face that he’s known since birth. Jade, impeccably presentable despite having PE class earlier, walks towards Floyd, leaning on the railing of the bridge he stands on. But he does not go near him. 

“What do you want,” Floyd asks. 

“We had a new batch of supplies arrive at the Lounge today,” Jade answers. “You were supposed to help out with the unpacking.”

He only answers with a curt hum before turning back to the water below. 

He hears a sigh. And footsteps approaching.

“You’re thinking about last last week, aren’t you?”

Floyd turns again to Jade. He’s by the bridge railing now, same side as him, but he continues to keep a respectable distance. Jade doesn’t look at him directly either, his gaze directed at the horizon ahead of them. 

He’s thinking about it too.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he answers. “It’s just, really ass, y’know?”

Floyd believes that in spite of their identical genetics, they are two people with different identities, dreams, and beliefs. And don’t get him wrong, it is a lot better that way to have individuality. But deep down, there is a comfort knowing that Jade probably feels the same feeling that leaves Floyd dizzy with frustration, that binds his chest with a mix of anger and sadness. And Sea Witch knows, Floyd needs that comfort now. 

“‘Ass’, you say,” Jade repeats. “Tell me about it.” 

A beat of silence passes between them. 

“It’s just that. It takes half a fish brain to know that Azul’s got grand plans after graduation. Get into the best business school, build his own corporation, build another company, and a third company. And I’ve known this for Sea Witch knows how long, and it was all fine, I didn’t care that much, but then…”

“...But then the letter came in.” Jade fills in. 

“Yeah,” Floyd emphatically answers. “That damned acceptance letter from whosit business university came in. Like, I don’t know why, but it just made everything feel… real. That Azul’s really gonna go somewhere else. And I hate that it’s been hitting me like this for the last two weeks. I can’t focus well, I’m pissed off, Trein’s told me off about sleeping. It’s so ass.”

The silent air between the twins weighs heavier. Floyd’s eyes briefly look at the fish in the river again—the damned fish that he wants to throw a rock at so they separate too—before he turns to Jade. “How ‘bout you? Was it also the letter?”

Jade doesn’t answer right away. Floyd understands; in moments like these, Jade hesitates to speak his mind, even to him. It’s part of their nature to be cowardly, after all, just that Jade exhibits it more between the two of them. 

“... Somehow, yes, but if I were to think about it… it’s actually been a while now,” he finally answers.

“Eh? Really?”

“I knew down the line that there would be farewells to be made,” Jade says. “Like you said, Azul has already made plans for himself, and he invests in those plans, years in advance. But there’s always that part of me that wonders… if there’s space for us in those plans.” 

Floyd finds himself inhaling sharply at those words. 

“I see his goals coming to fruition, and it pains me to say that I can’t even properly support him. The letter, the new supplies, the little siren he’s going to appoint… they’re all reminders that it will all change.” Jade smiles, but in pain. “Azul won’t be the dorm leader, I won’t be the vice leader, and we won’t do the things we used to do. And we won’t see each other until perhaps the next VDC. And when we graduate… would he call an end to our agreements? Would we grow so busy that we become strangers again? We would always say that our relationship is merely transactional and that we would leave him if we get bored, but…”

Jade stops, and the air weighs even heavier. Floyd feels taken back to the first day on land, when breathing with lungs felt heavy and difficult. 

Suddenly, Jade laughs. “What clownfish have we become?”

Floyd too joins his twin in mirth. “Can’t help it, Azul makes me feel understood.”

He raises a brow. “Is it gonna be about the first time you played together with him?”

“I mean, it’s how it started,” he answers. He doesn’t realize the small smile that settles on his face as he remembers once more. “Like, back then, everyone just kinda avoided, y’know? And that’s fine, at least, I thought it was. ‘Twas fun and all to be intimidating. But no matter what I’d do, Azul always matches me. He knows exactly what to play to my rhythm. And even in how we work, he knows what’s the stuff I’d like to do or the stuff I’d do well in. It just feels nice.”

It feels too nice. 

Too nice that if it disappears, it will leave his heart bound tightly by melancholy. 

“…Hey, I can’t be the only sappy one here.” Floyd eyes Jade. “C’mon Jade, share too what’s made you appreciate Azul.”

“I already shared a lot earlier,” Jade says defensively.

“Heyyy, be fair at least. I know you have your own thing.”

“What else is there to say? You already said everything.”

“Liar. I know how you started reading your books more after meeting him.” 

“So? Those were lessons that we had to learn as well.”

“Uh huh sure. Then explain why you’ve only gotten better in everything you do after meeting Azul.”

Jade glares at him. 

Floyd grins in response. “Gotcha.”

A beat of silence, then Jade sighs. “If he makes you feel understood, then he makes me feel capable.”

“How so?”

“One reason.” He puts up one free hand, with one finger up. “He’s demanding.”

Floyd chuckles. “That’s an understatement.”

“You’re right.” Jade grins, teeth flashing. “He’s exigent. Making us run around the school to do 5 things at once, on top of schoolwork. Even before NRC, he was just like that. I assumed he was insane. Until now, I still think he’s insane.”

“You say that, but you don’t look like you’re complaining at all.”

“Because thanks to that, I wasn’t pretending to be good at something anymore.” His next smile is closed. Softer. “I went from barely comprehending a textbook and barely lifting a seashell with my magic to understanding contract language and unlocking my unique ability. He made me do things, and I planned to just make someone else do it and pretend it was me.” 

“Ohhh.” Floyd’s eyes widened with remembrance. “And then he caught you.”

“Yes.” Jade shakes his head at the thought. “And I was expecting him to laugh at me, but he didn’t. All he did was sigh and teach me. Magic, studies, law, something about the way he taught those things clicked something in me. And even the things that he didn’t teach but always talked about, like culinary and how people behave, I was able to absorb things and got better. Dare I say,” a smirk forms on his face, “I’m better than Azul in some things.”

“Like flight class.” Floyd grins.

“Like flight class,” Jade repeats smugly. 

And they stop talking. Jade turns his gaze to the distant horizon, looking at something farther than the blue of the sky. Meanwhile, Floyd glances back at the river. He understands that Jade is done talking personal. But it’s fine for him. He can almost hear the unspoken thoughts. Once Azul leaves, who’s going to be the pianist in their little band that makes their every day exciting? Once Azul leaves, who’s going to tell them that they can do it? 

Once Azul leaves, who’s going to understand them?

“So this is where you two are.”

Simultaneously, Floyd and Jade whip their heads around. Floyd swears his heart almost leapt to his chest when he saw those familiar blue eyes. 

One hand in his pocket, Azul stands on the threshold of the bridge. He and Jade fully turn around as he walks towards them until he’s directly in front of both of them. 

“Hello, Azul,” Jade greets, like the conversation a while ago never happened. “How was teaching your next successor what he has to do?”

“Went well,” he answers. “His prior experiences already reassure me, but he’s also demonstrated that he knows what he’s doing. Currently, he and our other dorm mates are taking care of the supplies.”

“Weird that you’re not being so strict, considering how much you value your restaurant,” Floyd comments. “You’re not even gonna be there to make sure nothing’s going wrong?”

“I trust that things are going well with my new successor in charge. I’ve taught him very well enough,” Azul says. “But more importantly… I have matters to discuss with the both of you.”

He turns his head to look at Jade. “Jade, you’ve been out of focus lately. Just a while ago, when you were bringing the box of teacups to the lounge, you were so deep in thought, you didn’t look like you were aware of where you were going. And even during work hours, you haven’t been as sharp as you usually are. A few professors have commented on your slouched posture as well.”

Jade’s eyes widen in surprise. 

“And Floyd.” Azul turns to look at Floyd. “Professors have reported to me that you’ve either been asleep during lectures or interrupting class with an outburst. You’ve also been moodier than usual, and it shows in your cooking and your behavior. I’ve heard a few students rant about you in group projects.”

Floyd briefly remembers the group mate that approached him earlier. 

“So what are you getting at exactly, Azul,” Jade asks. “Even we have our off days as well.”

Azul casts him a pointed look. “Off days for two weeks straight.” 

He receives no quip in reply. 

He crosses his arms. “Jade, Floyd.” His neutral serious tone changes. It quivers slightly. He’s worried. “I know you two well enough that there’s something going on. Is there something that happened?”

Floyd looks away. Jade does as well.

Floyd hates the concern in his tone. It makes him want to break. It makes him want to be upfront about his feelings and how it’s been bothering him. 

But how can someone like him really tell someone like Azul that you’re afraid to lose him somehow? How can he retract all the times he said that their relationship is all transaction and no emotional connection? How do you even start bearing something so vulnerable? 

They must be the same questions that Jade is grappling with now. Jade, who’s usually good at worming his way out of any conversation, has nothing to say to leave this topic. 

Azul sighs, breaking the long silence. “Is this something that has to do with me?”

The twins stiffen. 

Floyd can feel Azul’s gaze towards him. 

A tense moment passes. 

“... I had a feeling.”

He finally looks at him but in confusion. Jade is also facing him with wide eyes. 

Azul exhales through his nose. “You don’t have to tell me anything about what you’re feeling right now. If at all.” He turns around, preparing to leave. His head is bowed down, not letting either twin see his expression. “But I just want to let you know, I’m always here if you need me. Not just for this, but for anything, even if in the future.”

Floyd’s breath hitches.

“Do you… really mean that?” Jade asks, almost meekly.

Azul looks at Jade in puzzlement. “Why wouldn’t I? You two have been with me for all these years, even in my weakest hours. It’s not like I’m going to leave you even after we graduate.”

“Really,” Floyd asks. “Even when you get really busy with university and we’re running our family business?”

“Well, I won’t deny that we will be busy,” he answers. “But I’m not letting go of you two just because of that. You know me too well, after all. And you’ve supported me all these years, it would be embarrassing to leave that unpaid.”

“You mean that?”

“Have I ever broken a promise? If you want, I can even put that on a contract and have you sign it.”

In one single breath, the binding sadness and worry that tightened Floyd’s chest leaves. 

Without thinking, he moves towards Azul and wraps his arms around his slim frame. He ignores the surprised gasp as he buries his face on his shoulder. His breathing feels lighter than it has ever been the past two weeks. 

He feels Jade joining in, hugging Azul from the other side and burying his face on the other shoulder. His breathing sounds even to any person, but to Floyd, he can hear a slight quiver, like Jade is trying to hold back tears. 

“Is… is this what it’s been all about, all this time,” Azul finally asks. His hands move to pat their heads, a motion that always comforted the twins. “You two are strange for worrying about this type of thing.” 

Despite his words, Floyd can hear the smile in Azul’s voice.

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