#twisted wonderland Vil x reader

[tezret]

Quirky Boy Talk 🤪

Rook: Oh? Well I do sleep with a loaded gun under my pillow, safety on of course

Jamil: hm. I sleep with a knife under my pillow, security reasons…

Vil: You’re both pathetic and off track

Rook: Pathetic? I would hope not! Why, Roi do poison, what do you sleep with?

Vil: [Name]

[apompkwrites]

schoenheit upbringing || vil schoenheit

masterlist characters: vil (platonic) genre: angst contains: death during childbirth, online rumors, self-deprecating thoughts summary: how (name) schoenheit was raised in a media-centric world and how they were first exposed to stardom. notes: another short chapter for schoenheit I'm sorry i love them i promise!!! just wanted to give a bit more insight into their character ;-; also i went with the idea that vil's mom is dead? so uh yeah parts: [og post] | [previous] | [next]

the day that the youngest schoenheit was born was the day that the schoenheit family grew to four, only to immediately shrink to three once more.

there wasn't much for you to remember that day, but it was permanently engraved in your father and brother's minds.

your father remembered holding you in his arms, cooing quietly as you whined and cried upon being brought into the world. and he remembered the doctors and nurses panicking, screaming at each other about the patient losing blood and slipping through their fingers into death.

your brother remembered being told to wait out in the hall, anxiously waiting to see the little sibling he promised to take care of and become a hero for them to look up to. and he remembered hearing muffled yells from the other side of the door and the sound of his father crying out in anguish and pain.

all you remembered was growing up without a mother.

it wasn't long until you were brought to a movie set, ready to make your first appearance on the big screen. you had been sought after when news broke out about the newest addition to the schoenheit family. hopes were high for this new child, most likely due to companies wanting to stake their claim on being the catalyst for your acting career.

because of course the next child in the schoenheit family was destined to be an actor.

you had just turned two when you were brought to set.

the casting director apparently had a vision, seeing as how your brother was also there alongside your father. the story was meant to follow the main character's life, from birth to death. and you had just been selected to play the role of the antagonist during the toddler section of the movie.

you didn't know any better. you didn't even know how to run properly without stumbling. and yet here you were, exposed to the bright set lights and harsh schedules and demanding expectations of stardom.

you could vaguely remember watching your brother act his part, letting the words flow out of his mouth as if he had truly been made for this role. you couldn't help but be in awe.

unbeknownst to vil, that was the moment you saw him as your hero. of course, you wouldn't be able to identify that thought, but it was there in the subconscious.

and soon, the time came for your part to be filmed.

the director was bold to assume that by reading out the script a single time that you would fully understand it. you were two and you were expected to be a prodigy like your brother.

it would be an understatement to say that the first take was horrible. once the cameras began to roll, you stumbled onto the floor and wailed as loud as you could. you didn't know why but that fall hurt. it hurt and all you could focus on was the pain and the lights and the cameras and the whispers and--

it was a miracle that the final take was achieved. it was beyond a miracle that all of the scenes were finished in a timely manner. but you couldn't care less. you just wanted to go home. you just wanted to cuddle up to your blanket and sleep the day away.

you were glad that your father agreed to it, scooping you up into his arms and carrying them off the set. vil was quick to follow, taking quick glances up at you as you buried your face in your father's shoulder.

when the film was released, it was met with stellar reviews. all of them praised your father and brother for their performances, raving about how well they played their parts. and you wholeheartedly agreed. with what little judgment you had, you had decided your brother and father were superheroes, ones that had the power to act a part so wonderfully and beautifully as if they had become an entirely different person.

you didn't even care that some reviews criticized your acting. it didn't matter, you couldn't comprehend any of it anyway.

but it did matter the more you grew and the more you began to understand critic reviews.

you remembered that fateful day you remembered the first movie you were in. you remembered searching up the reviews and feeling tears well up in your eyes when you began to read the reviews. you were two, for gods' sake. you didn't know any better. and yet, there they were, grown adults criticizing a two-year-old for being lackluster in performance and being a "disgrace to the schoenheit name" as one critic wrote.

what fun, realizing at age seven that even at two you were already a disappointment--a leech that sucked at the schoenheit name's legacy like water.

although the more you grew--and the more you learned about your birth-- you realized that maybe, just maybe, you had been a leech to the schoenheits since the day you were born. after all, you were the reason your mother, vil's mother and eric venue's wife, was dead.

you were lucky that your father was such a doting man, coddling you the day you were born despite all the damage you had done. and he continued to coddle you day after day after day. even after you were a failure on the first movie set you performed on, he still wrapped your blanket around you and held you close.

you loved your father with all your heart. and, just like your brother, you wanted to be like him.

but above all else, you wanted to be like vil.

vil was, for lack of a better term, the greatest actor you had ever seen. he was not only a beloved actor but a highly sought after boy in any field he chose to put effort in. he was loved. he was cherished. he was wanted.

he made the schoenheit name proud.

he wasn't a leech who only served to ruin the legacy from the inside.

the minute those tabloids were released, planting the seed of doubt of your legitimacy into the world, was the minute you realized just how bad you were for the schoenheit name. you knew you weren't an illegitimate child. you knew because you had murdered your mother.

in fact, if those tabloids were right, it would be a better reality.

if you were illegitimate, maybe you wouldn't have to live up to the impossible expectations of being a schoenheit. if you were illegitimate, maybe you wouldn't need to be an actor. if you were illegitimate...

maybe you wouldn't have killed vil's mother.

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[tragedyofdevotion]

Beauty

“Why do you put up with someone like me?”

Vil asked this question, seemingly out of nowhere, when you were combing his hair. The light blonde strands which was flowing into violet flower was soft in your hands. It was part of your routine to style his hair at the end of his day. You were both happy and proud that he trust you enough to let you handle the task. Not everyone had the privilege to style the hair of the Vil Schoenheit, the perfectionist.

You looked his reflection in the mirror and saw that he was also looking at you, his gaze burning into your eyes.

“What do you mean by that, Vil-senpai?” You shifted your gaze from the mirror and continued working on his braids.

“Do not pretend to be clueless. I, myself, know that I am an overbearing person. And I am so painfully aware of what others think of me, too, a prideful and jealous tyrant. Well, they are not that far off the mark, though.”

You looked back at the mirror and noticed that his gaze was still on you, waiting patiently for your answer.

“I was not pretending. I never once thought that I am putting up with you. Unlike Epel, I am not here because I have no other choice. I am here because I love to be here. And although some people may think your persistence to be overbearing, I find it beautiful, like a single rose amongst the dangerous thorns.”

His serious face bloomed into a smile at that and said, “You sounded exactly like Rook at the last sentence.”

“Why are you laughing? I was being serious, you know!” expressing your displeasure, you made a little pout. But actually you were not at all angry. You loved seeing him smile after all.

“And continuing where I left off, you said as if you were a bad person but is there any good person here in Night Raven? Compared to some, you can even be counted as the nicer one.”

His expression immediately fell at that. Even an actor as talented as him still had rooms for improvement if an amateur like you can read his face.

“Then what about Royal Sword? I surely cannot be more kind than them, right? I am sure you would have a better time if you were with one of them, Niege, for example.”

“Vil-senpai, even though I was transferred from another world, I am here at NRC, the school of villains, for a reason. I am not as pure a person as you might be thinking. And I hate those RSA brats for acting like goody two shoes.”

As you finished styling his hair, you hugged him from behind. And looking at his eyes in the reflection, you said almost seductively, next to his ear.

“Plus, Niege is not really my type.”

You glad you did not blink at that moment because the way his cheeks heated up was a really pretty sight.

“Vil Schoenheit, please know that even if the mirror says otherwise, you are the fairest being in existence for me. I will never betray you, or much less leave you even if you tell me to.”

Without breaking eye contact, you said this as seriously as you could, in order for your feelings to reach his heart, which was full of scars. And perhaps, your wish came true because after murmuring a small “Thanks,” Vil gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen while a single drop of tear adorned his eye.

In the picture book, you read as a child back in your world, Snow White might have been the loveable Princess.

However, for your life in this twisted wonderland, the witch with all of his ugly emotions is and will always be your one and only Prince.

[astelren]

TWST being given a bouquet

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, A little bit of angst on Leona but nothing too much, Broken English, Rook is there, Save Ruggie, I say two words in french and they are prob wrong, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Pair: Leona Kingscholar x Reader, Vil Schoenheit x Reader (Twisted Wonderland) Words Count: 995

⤠ Relationship HCs (Lilia) ⤟ TWST Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ Reaction to you crying (Leona, Jack) ⤟

@/jackies-wonderland requested: Hello innocent little flower! Since we are talking about flowers, how about Leona and Vil who are pissed or sad for some reason (you know what expressions they do), with a s/o that gives them a colorful bouquet of wildflowers: "I took them for you but you have to smile, okay? " You decide how to write it, you're the writer right? Good luck, thank you!

This brings me back memories, I don't remember if I posted this before or after TWST first release but it was my first ever post about twst. Lets not talk about how bad my writing/english was at the time... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses).

✧˚ · . Leona Kingscholar

Even if Leona acts like he doesn’t care about anything, in reality, it’s pretty obvious that it’s simply not true; he cares about a lot of things and people, but he has been too hurt to show the truth of his feelings. You know that very well. Leona rather than showing any “weakness”, as he calls it, would probably prefer to die. You also knew that very well.

But you also knew how to understand him, how to catch those little moments when Leona would show his real feelings; his eyes going dull for mere seconds, showing how much sadness he has inside deep inside of him, and every time you catch those time your heart drops.

You didn’t quite know what happened this time; did he remember something about his brother or family? Maybe he had a fight with them? You weren’t fully aware of what happened in Leona’s past, only what Ruggie had told you once, but you wanted to hear the whole story from Leona himself. You wanted him to be happy, so you had an idea. Finding Leona is always hard; whenever he discovers a new place to sleep he would take a nap there and not respond to anyone for hours, leaving you to worry and search for him with Ruggie more often than you would like to admit. So you had no idea where he could be, all you could do was either ask people or search all around the school like always, hoping to find him soon. After what felt like hours, you were finally able to find him and, strangely, he wasn’t sleeping but he was looking at the sky. 

“Leona?” you call him with a soft voice, getting closer to him hiding the bouquet behind you, although you knew that it was useless due to his strong nose.

“What is it no-“ Leona starts already annoyed and with a grunt on his face, only to get interrupted by your little surprise.

A bouquet showed up right in his face, all the different fragrances of the flowers on his nose probably annoy him a little bit. Leona watches you with surprise all written on his face, clearly confused at your gift.

“I took them for you but you have to smile, okay?” it’s all you said before giving the bouquet to him, watching as Leona took the flowers in his hands with surprising care, and you could almost swear he had an almost invisible smile on his face. For quite a while he didn’t say anything, making you worry that you somehow managed to anger him, but Leona just pats you on your head and gets up, muttering something about being hungry. The next day you heard Ruggie asking very confused and almost worried why Leona had some flowers in his room, ordering Ruggie to take care of them.

✧˚ · . Vil Schoenheit

Today wasn’t a good one for Vil: he was trying to make a new make-up, but a first-year somehow ruined it. You hoped the best for the first year, Vil could be very cruel when he wanted to, especially if you mess up with very important stuff, but maybe with a first year, he was going to be more… Merciful. Now you had to deal with a very angry dorm leader, and you didn’t quite know what to do.

Vil was really picky about anything, only wanting the very best, but he was even worse with gifts. You had to be extremely careful about every little detail, in hopes that his mood may improve having him in such a bad mood wasn’t ideal, and you wanted to see his smile. Searching on your phone for a few minutes you read a good idea: bouquets! It’s a simple idea, you weren’t sure if it was going to work, but one that could be very beautiful. You happily pick up the flowers, only choosing the most beautiful one and carefully searching their meaning, knowing how Vil was going to check for those (if he doesn’t already know), and you only wanted the best for Vil after all. Luckily for you, finding the most beautiful flowers wasn’t so hard not so long, you were able to find enough flowers to make a beautiful and outstanding bouquet, one that could only be at least fair to Vil's beauty. You make sure to make the bouquet as perfect as it can be, glaring at it multiple times during your walk to meet up with Vil as you two planned before, your mind full of anxiety and fear of rejection.

Before you could actually think of changing the gift you arrive at your meeting place for your date with Vil, that was talking with Rook about something you couldn’t catch on. As soon as the hunter sees you a big smile appears on his face, eyes full of curiosity at your bouquet in your hand.

“Ufufu” he laughs, glaring back at Vil “It was a wonderful talk Roi de Poison, but it seems I have to go. Au revoir!” Rook leaves waving at you both, clearly amused by this whole situation.

“Hello, my love” Vil greets you, calm and loving as always, but you could tell that he was still in a bad mood. He looks at the bouquet in your hand with a confused look on his face, then with a small but happy smile probably realizing why you did it. “Are those for me?” he adds, and you nod.

“I took them for you but you have to smile, okay?” you give to Vil the bouquet, and his smile gets wilder and softer.

“Thank you my love, it’s a beautiful bouquet.” he says, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand. The date goes as planned and your gift managed to uplift Vil's mood completely, which the first year thank you deeply for, but now in Vil's room, there is a new decoration that he cares for every day.

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[thesimpsbasement]

TWST Drabble 2

SPOILERS FOR BOOK 6!!

Vil hugged and kissed Rook and Epel on the cheek because they along with you, his s/o, came by to actually help rescue them ,he then turns his attention to you and envelops you in a tight hug, tighter than the hugs he gave to his pomefiore friends "I'm especially glad you came,dear" he said, putting a hand on your cheek, he started to kiss every inch of your face before putting your head into his chest " I'm so glad you came, I thought I'd never see you again" he said,savouring this moment with you, holding on to you even tighter as if you'd dissappear if he hadn't.

-Mod Betty

[bluebell-writes]

Homeslice. I am absolutely begging for a vil x reader, where the reader like sets up a cute date for the two of them, like pulls out all the stops with dinner reservations in a private room and all the fancy shit, fresh flowers, a brand new outfit, pays for everything, etc whatever, and basically pampers him and tries to set up the perfect night aheh any pronouns work cuz i am vil's numero uno simp :)

The Perfect Date! (Vil Schoenheit x Gn!Reader)

Bluebell says: No warnings! The only warning is a certain someone being a simp for Vil. Love you bestie!

You and Vil had been dating for a little over a month, and you wanted to do something special for him. So, naturally, you asked him when he would have a free day, and decided to take him out on a date

You roped Rook into helping you set up the perfect date night. He pulled a few strings and got you a reservation at a super nice restaurant. You knew you would never have been able to get a reservation otherwise, so with some subtle threats, you got a reservation!

You had everything planned to the last detail. The reservation might've been weeks in advance, or even months! But you had your outfit planned, what flowers you were going to give him, the compliments you were going to say.

When the day came, you were super nervous. You knew that Vil could be a bit cruel at times, you could think of several instances from before you were dating, but surely he would like what you had planned, right?

The two of you met up at the restaurant. You had specifically requested a private room, so no one would be bugging Vil while you two ate. Hell, even the waiter was sword to secrecy!

Vil was pleasantly surprised at your efforts to set up the perfect date night. He thought it was endearing that you would go through the effort for him (and expected.)

You got him a bouquet of purple flowers. Daises, roses, gladiolas, and hibiscus decorated the bouquet, attempting to hold a candle to the flame that was your love for Vil. Upon seeing the bouquet, a smile spread across his face, happily taking it.

The date went smoothly. The two of you talked a little about his work, as he had gotten a new role for a movie, but you mostly caught up with each other. You talked with him about the stupid things Ace, Deuce, and Grim were doing, and how their most recent stunt had landed all three of them (and somehow you) with trimming every single bush and tree in heartslabyul.

He also complimented your outfit, saying that he would have to get one that matched yours.

At the end of the date, after you paid for the meal with Crowley's your card, the two of you went on a walk through the park, holding hands. It was late enough where no one would be out, so the two of you were free to be affectionate in public.

He walked you back to ramshackle dorm and pulled you into a soft kiss, holding you close. He thanked you with a grin, saying that he would have to take you out next time.

[veliana]

Watch a horror movie with Jamil Vipper and Vil Schoenheit

JAMIL VIPPER-

If Jamil is scared during a movie, that means it's a really good horror movie .

He would be rather sarcastic if his partner on the contrary is very fearful .

Secretly he will find it cute .

He is the one who makes the popcorn and his popcorn is DELICIOUS .

VIL SCHOENHEIT -

Vil would explain to his lover all the cinematographic techniques used .

He would judge the acting a lot .

In fact he is not even afraid of the film since he literally spends all his time judging the smallest details .

If he sees that his partner is too scared he will immediately turn off the film and engage in a hug session <333 .

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[tezret]

You’re Going To Get A Wedgie Vil, Don’t

You/Reader: Hey Vil, just a heads up but if we’re in a relationship, your clothes are my clothes too. Don’t ask me why I have your shirt on, this is OUR shirt.

Vil, unamused: Honey when I come strutting in with your leggings on I don’t wanna hear shit.

[apompkwrites]

(gender neutral reader btw)I was reading your vil sibling story and I was wondering what would his reaction be if we just disappeared, like deleted all social media and just moved to another place like we never existed but then after a couple months we just happened to come up again? re-appear in recent news and stuff. (sorry english is not my first language so they are probably mistakes but I really enjoy your works :D)

vil, as much as he has trouble showing it, loves his little sibling. that much i can promise. however, he cannot for the life of him express that love until after his overblot.

so if (name) up and left, leaving behind nothing but memories of their fractured life, before vil's overblot, i don't think he'd handle it well. in private at least.

he's an expert at disguising his emotions. he's an actor, he has to be. so no one will see what he actually feels about his sibling's disappearance. he'll manufacture this statement supervised by a pr team, addressing the fact that he will not disclose any details as to allow the authorities time to investigate properly, but that's about it for his public appearance. he might mentions things in interviews about them, but he won't say much more than that.

it's not because he doesn't want to find them or doesn't care. in fact, he does this because he cares. a bit too much.

he can't talk more about them in public without losing his composure. his precious baby sibling whom he's seen grow is just. gone. he doesn't know where and he doesn't know if they're safe. all he knows is they were practically driven away from their home by the supposed "fans" they had garnered over the years.

that is a part of his statement that was not monitored by a pr team. simply because he needs his point to get across. he will never tolerate the sort of behavior that they have put his sibling through.

even though he had done the same, albeit not to the same degree.

as for reappearing, he'd go through hell and back just to find them if they don't come home and he instead finds them online again. he needs to make up with them. he can't stand the idea that he was a part of the reason his sibling ran away.

he'll do anything to be a better brother. as long as you give him the chance to.

[maopll]

"Dearest...I think that's enough"

"No its not"

And there goes another few rounds where you smother your boyfriends face with tons of kisses. He brought you many lipsticks and lip gloss, so it is only right you try to see the shade that matches, right? the shade, which makes his face feel even more ethereal. The only correct way to let people know that you're his and he's yours.

"Hmm... I think this shade suits your face better!" You moved the ones which made his face look more delightful. Shades of pink, red, coral, and all.

He did say that the number of kisses you gave him till then were enough, but deep down, he craved more. The way your soft lips felt against his skin left him breathless. The way areas where your lips left left a tingling and burning sensation, which, rather than being unpleasant, was more exciting

What was even more addicting was the way you would gently cup his face with your hands and attack his face ferverently. This was best for both of you. You get to have the ego boost after smothering or rather painting his face with your kisses, and he gets access to your unlimited display of affection.

"There! Now that's more like it you look like my lover now" putting emphasis on the word, you were grinning from ear to ear while admiring your masterpiece. When you tried to get up from his lap though...

"Now now dearest I think it is my turn to get what I have been seeking"

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[kalims]

he's a ten but he...

premise. sometimes certain bad habits of theirs make their overall rating just a tad bit lower—besides the fact that they keep doing it.

characters. dorm leaders

content. gender neutral reader

malleus (doesn't have a sense of space)

"look beastie, that flower is a native of ours,"

"I agree mal, but I didn't think you taking up the entirety of my seat will make me see it better,"

he blinks, then shrugs.

like i said, has NO sense of space.

if an average person would make an excuse to constantly be in physical contact with who they admire, then malleus is the complete opposite. well, not entirely but he doesn't even bother to construct an explanation as to why he's literally sat over your seat when you coincidentally get put in a table together.

if you start questioning him about it the most you'll get in a very outright 'because he wanted to.' it's not even one of those sarcastic replies he's 100% serious!

cause he believes there's no use in lying about things to be honest.. to further emphasize that, if he ever acts like he does hold fondness for you that surpasses the platonic meter but doesn't mention it he probably hasn't realized yet.

if he did he'd already walk over and bluntly tell you about it.

(I wish I could be that unbothered.)

lilia thinks it's the cutest thing though. you swear you see flashes of light for a split second from the ceiling but when you look up there's only a suspicious swinging chandelier.

^ totally has his own album full of pictures.

if malleus ever discovers it he won't even be disturbed, probably would ask for a copy 💯

since human lives, and their bodies are so fragile he'd taken it upon himself to protect you from harm. even if it means trailing behind you everywhere way too close for comfort, or standing a bees wing away.

while he is respectful most of the time, he's encouraged if you don't comment. if anything, he seems pleased you dont seem to be bothered! (and it'll get harder to tell him to stop when he's so happy the more you let it happen..)

"child of man, have you slept?"

*starts leaning his body forward, to squint at your eyes.* practically right in front of your face.

"WTF."

not even a warning or anything! but atleast he's concerned?

idia (won't even show up for anything and insists a 'virtual' date is better.')

user: where tf r u??

ghoul666: WDYM? at the dorm?

user: IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR 20 MINUTES

unintentionally stood you up 💀

you literally have to tell him that you're waiting for him to arrive at the specified area you discussed where your date would take place but would end up vastly irritated when he questions if you guys even did.

ghoul666: we do??

user: I'm taking my minecraft bed away from urs.

ghoul666: NO PLS

ghoul666: HELLO????

next time you log in minecraft it's probably because he begged you to play, you WILL end up seeing some kind of structure that probably took days to make. that's not even the entire thing cause the inside is entirely decorated to your taste.

in short: he constructed some kind of venue for a wedding.. even changed his skin to wear a tuxedo 😭

though he has sparked your pettiness, hence the ignoring him period. even you have got to admit that it's freaking adorable...

big sign, emphasis on please: Im sorry pls put ur minecraft bed back I can't sleep w/o u and I have to wait entire days for it to turn into morning :(

with what he's built you're sure it's 65% true.

if you do end up forgiving him, few weeks later attempting to schedule another date will only end up in naught.

ghoul666: can we not go there

user: 😐

user: you are testing my patience love

ghoul666: 😓 (he is screeching about the term of endearment part btw KABSJAJSAJA ortho would enter his room very concerned.)

ghoul666: how abt

ghoul666: mimic together? call

user: sighs

user: I'm only agreeing cause I want to spend time with you

queue more screeching from his end that you're completely oblivious to.

the only screeching you're gonna hear though is when you guys do get into call as you play, and it's mainly out of terror when his soul gets sent to the void ascending when the entity pops out of a corner and starts chasing him.

"I GOT THIS. ILL CARRY U THIS IS FINE" *screams again* but really wants to impress you so he pushes through.

unsurprisingly does carry you.

asks to match avatars right after (idia love languange)

vil (frets over you way too much.)

"vil, did you see the chocolate in the freezer?"

"oh, that? I noticed that you've already gone through the ideal number of bars this week so I took it upon myself to make sure you don't go sick on me,"

"I love you but please give it back—"

"I love you too, and no."

disclaimer: he does this for your own good 😜 (average mom excuse.)

looks out for you more than he does for his own dorm residents. everyone is wondering where he ran off to after class, especially since he's the one that scheduled the pomefiore meeting every fridays!

and to think he was the one getting irritated over the more newer first years for being late..

*shows up literally half an hour in*

why you ask? you simply shouldn't have texted him about abandoning your daily walk together through the gardens in favor of catching sleep since you called in sick (you're suspicious if crewel really did go in to check for proof, and not concern.)

vil's really feeling the absolute regret of not checking his phone during classes.. well, he only saw the message which was coincidentally sent like somehow ONE minute after the lecture started and he's only seeing it 59 minutes later.

oh you poor thing!! though the lunch break is short, he has about 5 minutes for a trip to the mirror chamber..

you'd think the 'seen' icon below your message was a weird omen for something you're not sure but it must be doom cause vil is right at the front porch of your crappy dorm. at his own expense?! looking more disheveled than you've seen him before.

if a few stray hairs was disheveled at all. more importantly, he still looked drop dead gorgeous!

you probably looked quite terrible with the blanket draped around your shoulders looking like you just crawled out of your grave, because he looked absolutely mortified at your state.

"oh great sevens.." he looked like he was faint, huffing and fanning himself with his hand. "look at you, why didn't you tell me sooner, darling?"

you blink, swallowing to make your throat less dry but your voice still comes out raspy. "I did, like an hour ago—" without your invitation whatsoever, he steps in. promptly shutting the door behind him (which surprisingly still stands sturdy.)

vil takes a hold of your shoulders before reaching his hands upwards to tilt your face around. "you should have sent earlier," he says. you keep in the comment that you were sleeping during it, and you told him about it during second period so.. "your face is so pale."

you sigh.

"yeah, I just saw. I know, I look hideous right now."

vil frowns at you, stopping to angle your face at him. "don't ever say that. I always find you beautiful even if you are.." he glances at you from face to toe, then back up. "sickly."

"... I feel offended."

"hmph, shush now. let me draw you a bath then I know something that will boost your system."

after much coaxing in his end, you reluctantly take a warm bath in the hopefully hygienic bathroom. true to his word, vil did... concoct something. though it looked pretty the random steam that flew from it was really suspicious.

the residents don't dare to question, except rook of course. who already knew what transpired! :)

epel: 😃 (atleast vil wasn't around.)

"roi du poison~ tell me, tell me! is the trickster well? have you cured them with your love?"

"rook, you have 5 seconds to get out of my face."

rook giggles away.

kalim (thinks money will buy anything, including your forgiveness.)

"here!" there's a suspiciously bright smile on his face as he hands you.. some keys?

you deadpan, jingling it in your hands. it weighs heavy than the average, probably because of the fact that it's literally made of gold. "... kalim what is this?" you emit a sigh, from suspicion and concern.

"a gift!"

"wait why does it say lot 111--"

as you can already, that was an actual, literal house. which you imagine would probably be a lots more grand, and new compared to your old baby ramshackle.

but you do love it despite it's love for falling apart at the most inconvenient of times..

fighting with kalim was rare but it was hard to even argue with him because the notion of disagreements are so bizarre to him that he unintentionally doesn't treat you seriously with your concerns, accidentally downplaying them aaaand now you're upset.

after the ranting to jamil about how you must be busy with a lot, since you haven't even talked to him in the past 2 days. all it took was a side glance to his friend in denial and jamil immediately knew.

"what do you mean they're mad!? D:"

"just.. go apologize, I don't want to get caught up in this."

if his definition of an apology is buying you an entire house...

( ^ it is btw.)

kalim really doesn't mean any harm. he just really wants to sate whatever anger you held for him <- maybe he's overthinking it but it's kalim so he's 99% sure it's his fault! even though it hasn't even been confirmed from your end he'd probably accept it whole heartedly.

he wanted you to talk to him again so badly that he wouldn’t mind showering you with houses... since your living situation doesn't live up to your kindness (sorry ramshackle love u xx)

you know what. he wouldn't even notice he's the reason you're upset at first even though he's been asking around on who put you in that mood. despite himself being the perpetrator but he didn't really know that did he?

the only reason he does is because he assumed you were just because you avoided him like some sort of.. cockroach! (he dislikes those.) and he couldn't take it anymore.

was probably 1 sec away from barging into your dorm which wouldn't take a lot of effort since one ram to the door would probably break it.

bless jamil for jailing all the carpets so kalim doesn't find them.

even if said carpets fling him off when he's riding them.

"kalim, why would you buy a literal house... and you also got a rare address paid--"

"for them! ;D"

"... you do know they'd be more offended by the fact that you'd try to replace that.., ahem. dorm, right?"

"oh... should I buy them a vehicle then?"

you only promise to forgive him once he takes back the keys, and the house entirely...

(grim begged you to keep it, 'house for him apparently.')

azul (keeps trying to offer you discounts thinking it's a good excuse to have you over.)

"I assure you. you'll find no deal better than this."

"I'm not even that hungry for sea food, actually I'm craving some--"

"you're in luck then! ahem, it's 26% off due to a special event for today."

pro tip: keep insisting to eat at other places cause he's gonna keep increasing the discount by 2% until you eventually relent. once, you made him go to the point of 75% off, it's almost hilarious if not for the fact it only worked once.

now he won't go last 50!

ahem. if you look closely you can almost spot tiny cracks accumulating with each denial you respond with, and each increase of his discount. he's grown to be wary about the bullshit 'lucky' promos you just happen to stumble on.

last time you did he practically lost a week's worth of the presumed income he's predicted cause you actually went around and told your first year friends about it... who.. in turn told some, other friends of theirs about it and you could guess.

love must hurt.. and unfortunately it's his wallet wailing.

but azul is not so easily swayed by this! for you have swayed him first! *wink wonk*

but azul has another trick up his sleeve... keeping on roping jade and floyd into it; whom are far too enthusiastic cause finally— something fun to do! someone to bother! not only have you got the most stubborn octopus having frequent suspicious 'deals' but here are his equally suspicious lackeys.

who keeps.. talking about fried octopus..

yeah, you're not sure if preaching about azul’s species is the job they were assigned.

they're fairly easy to point in the right direction anyways. the tweels have always associated you with the word 'fun' so just a little, friendly suggestion from and they were off to their merry way. mortifying every single person you come across with their sudden attachment.

one of their tricks? following you around. and just somehow, every single place you enter is just mysteriously full even though you peered inside and there was like 7 tables empty. what are they hosting? ghosts? spirits?

...

they do look like they've seen some though..

jade rn: "a shame indeed, you must be hungry. why don't we escort you back to monstro lounge?" :)

long story short you can't even reply cause the sleek eel is already guiding you around by the use of his hands on your shoulders. just to make sure you don't stray away from the destination, he says.

"didn't you say that yesterday's promo was like, a one day thing?" you quirk a brow, and you almost fool yourself into thinking he flinched.

azul clears his throat. "well—today is.. the month before you've graced octavinelle with your assistance—"

he praises himself for his quick thinking.

COME ON! it doesn't matter if you're sick of eating stir fried shrimp, or the butter one, or every single dish they serve that includes shrimp! (also do not mention that you ate somewhere else before you just decide to visit his dorm because that establishment just mysteriously got filed a non-legal business report.)

then you've got floyd chasing you around with a fork. which is more terrifying because he's holding it in a notion that would seem like he'd just stab down at you when he catches up with your little goose chase.

it's just.. you're not sure if your stomach could take another bite of the poor food he stabbed into, and is now chasing you around with.

you screech. "JADE PLEASE."

the man shrugs. "it's a free taste."

"AZUL."

"... only on a condition of course."

frankly. it took all the balls he had to actually sputter out the most simplest sentence ever, cause during the time he rehearsed that in front of his mirror it just plagued him with embarrassment but he's getting desperate.

'I'd like to take you out to dinner, somewhere else of course.'

actually, maybe obliterating any possible craving for the food of his lounge just might've been part of his plans to ask you out..?

leona (prevents you from actually being productive via dragging you down to 'nap' every. single. time.)

"I will literally fail if you don't let go of me right now."

"hmph. so what? it's not like failing a grade killed anyone."

"leona just because you've lived through a lot of fails doesn't mean I have to, we're not all rich enough to not finish school."

to which he'd retaliate that all you'd need is to marry him and you'd be set for life.

there is no winning an argument with leona when it comes to his naps. if he states that you're to be next to him as he sleeps, its final. no buts, no retaliations, cause apparently they're all invalid according to him even if you drag him to court.

rhetorically of course, that if its a comical court scene his only statements are; 'well you're wrong', 'who cares', and 'i dont care'. one way or another he's still gonna win you over and now you're fit snugly in his arms, lamenting.

and if crowley chastises you for not doing the errands (via leona's common interference.) the only thing you need to honestly do is to complain to leona about it and suddenly crowley has the kindness to forgive you for your 'laziness' then says something about enjoying your time together?

leona's work no doubt.

you suppose he does has its perks. even if most of it isn't exactly ideal.

if you're being smart then you should give him an ultimatum or something, or bribe him. but... that really has no guarantee to work either cause you're ending up defeated, or just defeated and flustered since he's somehow unconsciously flirty.

at the end of the day you can't really hate him cause the following day you find out he sent an already sleep deprived ruggie to do your work. 'so you can shut your fussing up and let me enjoy you.' he says, and you quote.

it goes something like;

"if i finish my work i'll stick by you all day."

a stready flow of confidence keeps your voice firm as you glower down at the blank-faced leona sat on the grass. he merely tilts his head, raising a brow at you and seemingly pondering from the way his eyes fly to the sky.

you'd think that maybe your plan actually worked but he merely grunts and flops backwards, holding the back of his head with his palms as he laid. and! he ignores you.

...this little greedy man... "why should i care whether or not you finish your work?" he huffs, like the evil, arrogant spawn he is but you can't really defend yourself cause said evil spawn bewitched you so much that you actually still like him.

"because you care about me?"

"...fine," he scowls, releasing a breath you'd mistake for irritation. "then, do you really think i need you to finish your work when i can just keep you right here?"

you sulk. "i'll do anything you want?"

he deadpans as if you said something stupid. "i don't need you to anything else but sit still and be pretty."

...

...

see what i mean about him eventually winning you over? yeah.

next morning there's a rebellion in savanaclaw about overworked residents and ruggie is the head of them.

"he said that he doesn't need you today." <- ruggie, steering you away.

"really?" <- you, confused

riddle (overthinks TOO HARD.)

“I'm just a little busy.”

“I understand,” riddle says.

“I'm just a little busy.” he understands.

“a little busy.” its just… a small thought…

“I'm just busy.” his mind is a hazard at this point. 

for someone as supposedly maintained as riddle—you'd think his mind is as composed as it is organized. like the pens you'd perfectly align in correlation to order of colors, or the neat pile of clothing folded neatly, tucked in some corner in your closet that is farther in since it's used less.

that's just how he is, or at least seems to be. a bundle of organized thoughts, every thought connected to another. a mind too clean to be going on haywire (when he isn't in a particular mood, that is.)

you're just busy. he thinks. you said it yourself, with that agonizingly nice smile that must be sprinkled with some kind of spell from the way it just eradicated all the protests in his throat upon sight. he isn't one to question it, he wants to help but not if you don't ask.

he can only stare with resigned acceptance at your insomnia induced eyes.

but when the curtain of darkness befalls night raven college, even in the comfort of heartslabyul is he still thinking about that thought–and he can’t help but wonder; why exactly are you busy? its not that he’s suddenly hyper aware of your lack of presence since you’ve been attached to the hip the previous week and now you’re just.

…busy…

riddle likes to think of himself as a level-headed, private person. like the boy he raised himself to be and therefore proud of. but its way past 10AM. which is usually the time he sleeps, and let me tell you that he’s never once broke the cycle for years. yet here he is, a frown of frustration present on his face as he wills his mind to sleep.

somehow closing his eyes felt forced, he immediately snapped them open once his mind decides to conjure an image of you even in the darkness his lids offers.

“THIS IS ABSURD.”

and the yell promptly woke up the entire dorm from the ferocity of his scream. (and of course gave them the flashback of their year.)

that night was one of the worst he’s ever had because he woke up with red rimmed eyes and a pounding headache that ensured his bad mood the rest of the day.

everyone noted to steer clear.

and he unknowingly steered clear of yours since you were ‘busy.’

“why are you sulking?” a voice queried, spoken as though they were eating something as they asked. a reprimand rises in his throat, but it all just dies down once his sharp eyes settle on you, slipping into the seat in front of him then raising a brow and the traces of irritation practically evaporates from his eyes.

he feels the need to cough–so he does. “i’m– i’m not.” he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes but still sneaking in glances, something he notes is that you’re still looking everytime he does. (and boring an unimpressed face because he knows you don’t believe him at all.)

guilt rises in his mind, because he feels a slither of annoyance and its the presence of pettiness that bothers him. riddle knows you’re not at fault, just his mind at convincing that you just somehow decided in the span of a day that you might not like him anymore–so he can’t help the bite. 

“why are you here?” a glance not intended to look mean.

“i thought you were busy.” he adds.

your brows raise, he spots your teeth holding your lips back from showing your grin and he feels warm. “what?” he hisses defensively, despite you not even having replied to him yet.

he leans backwards, straightening up in his seat when your chin leans forward, resting on your intertwined fingers. you flash him a smile. 

“mr. rosehearts, are you perhaps… sulking because i’m busy?”

“no!”

silence.

“no.” he repeats, weaker.

“well,” you continue, beaming. “i heard from ace that you were awake the entire night, and that you kept him awake too. are you alright?” 

he sputters. “it wasn’t because of you!”

you snort. “i didn’t even say anything about me.”

so you incline to following riddle around, poking fun at him and still trailing after the seemingly enraged red head because despite his angry protests, demanding you to go away because you’re annoying he keeps glancing back to see if you’ll follow,

so cute…….

[thesimpsbasement]

((Have an obey me request to write but I'm unmotivated to write a full blown fic so just have a drabble for a different fandom lmao))

TWST DRABBLE 3

!!Idk if this counts as a spoiler but this contains stuff from the twst Halloween event!!

Imagine this ,You're the adopted child of one of the staff members and ever since you and Grimm disappeared they've been pacing back in forth,nervous and irritated but also worried as hell because their child is God knows where and literally disappeared without a trace

((Idk if I'll turn this into a full fic but if anyone wants to write something similar to this go ahead

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Malleus, Vil, Floyd, Jamil and Rook, please! Are waiting outside the building for (their crush) MC so they can walk together. They hear a BOOM and "AHHHHHHHHH" and suddenly they catch MC, who was sent flying out the 2nd story window by a misdirected spell blast. In thanks for catching her, she gives them a sincere and sweet kiss on the cheek? Thank you!!!!!!

Floyd Leech: 

You are incredibly thankful you caught Floyd on a good day, as splatting on the ground would be preferable to landing on an already irritated eel. He tilted his head as he stared at the window you flew out of, asking with a pout why you were having fun without him. Once his questioning is over (he wanted to recreate the experiment gone wrong with his VERY lucky lab partner next period), he asked what his prize was for catching you. You ignore the devious pointed grin to give him a kiss on his cheek, a real mistake as he squeezed you extra tight until he felt he was properly compensated in kisses.

Jamil Viper: 

Jamil thinks, at first, that he should’ve let you fall on your ass but his ‘don’t let the rich idiot die’ training kicked in automatically. He stared at you with a raised eyebrow, his disappointed mother look getting you to confess immediately to what had gone wrong. When you thank him he’s suddenly flustered, telling you not to bring him into your shenanigans unnecessarily as a real ‘thanks’. When you offered up a kiss on the cheek Jamil found himself thrown off balance again, doing his best to glare and cursing himself for only ever finding trouble.

Malleus Draconia: 

Malleus caught you with total ease, looking at you in his arms with an amused smirk on his face. He asked if you were alright, giving you a once over before carefully setting you back on the ground (you don’t think you’ve ever been that high up). Before you’re down though you find yourself wrapped around his neck, your lips pressed hastily against his cheek. Your boldness had always amused him and this was no different, Malleus asking if he could get another if he continued to hold you.

Rook Hunt: 

Rook thought he might’ve smelled trouble in the air then, lo-and-behold — a beautiful specimen was offered from the heavens above, falling directly into his strong arms within the blink of an eye. He is painfully curious on how you managed to get in a situation like that, having to compliment your ability to stay stunning even while wildly flying through the air in a panic. He insisted you invite him next time, even the sweet kiss on the cheek you give not enough as he refused to put you down until you agreed to bring him on your next adventure.

Vil Schoenheit: 

You can’t help but note that, despite his slim, sleek physique, Vil is actually quite strong. He doesn’t have any trouble holding you in his arms, sighing and asking what caused such a scene. He takes it in stride but you can see he wants to give a thorough lecture (and perhaps a much less elegant ass-kicking) to the person who almost caused you harm. Now, if you were the culprit behind your own almost demise you’d be on the receiving side of his withering glare, no kisses able to save you from the scolding he delivered.

[kaevch]

so vil, huh guys