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SCALES AND AFFECTION.

. . . a neuvillette x fem!reader smau !

character introduction . . .

Prologue (crushes and giggles)

01 : Fear and Adoration

02 : Tears and Heartbreak

03 : Seriousness and Distractions

. . . . . . other chapter titles tba !

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sleeper build omiomi 😷💪✨

🕸️ 001 . hottie! underneath the mask

synopsis it’s the new year's while the city is alive with celebrations, the top trends on X are blue lock and the masked hero spider-man.

series MASTERLIST

notes from lily ❦⋆ : kaiser + spiderman ??!! sign mee tf upppp 🙋🏻‍♀️ (this was originally and supposedly to be rin, before i changed to kaiser...)

took a long hiatus just to make a brand new smau from a totally diff anime 😭 so sorry guys for making yall wait on the previous smau. so far no updates for thatt until i say so! thank u all!

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BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

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itoshi rin

bitter truths

( i love you )

no fear

chose yourself too

love story

why are you at my door at 10:57pm?

wont you lend me your faith?

sweet glances

michael kaiser

voyeur to belonging

how to subtly show someone you're interested

seasons

when stars can't hold their weight, they explode

liebevoll

the instrument

anyone but you

bachira meguru

another word for homesick. (i want to say your name again)

heatwaves

rosy glasses

you arrive like a dream

yoichi isagi

you'll never find a love like mine

letters to a striker

the priorities of isagi yoichi

ravenous

seishiro nagi

my precious treasure(s)

one pure thing of intimacy an love

i'm your number 1

the obvious truth about nagi seichiro's girlfriend

your flower

reo mikage

stars you only see during the day

august 12th

IM IN CLASS RIGHT NOW TRYING NOT TO GIGGLE

hiya!!! I've been thinking about love languages for awhile:

What do you think is the love languages of aventurine and sunday? Giving and receiving!!

Would be nice to hear your thoughts :3

Hello dear inbox visitor!! Ive been thinking of a while to do those alphabet love language or relationship sfw alphabet thingies egarding a few characters, mainly because i think its fun hehe, but yess this is an idea ive thought about before

Aventurine strikes me as the touch starved kind. You won't exactly catch on cause he's subtle with it in the beginning as to not overwhelm you + his hesitance on being vulnerable, but when you confront him about it, he just sheepishly laughs and continues on like normal... and then he's the clingiest person you've ever known. He's very inistent with physical affection as his main love language. Gift giving is a close second! He probably would love showering you with stuff. Gifts are always bound to be extravagant. But I imagine ones that he gets on very special occasions like anniversaries or birthdays are more on the sentimental side. I imagine they'd be handcrafted, and have tinges of his own taste intertwined in them. Regardless, if his heart is completely bare to you, you'll never go a day doubting his love.

Sunday on the other hand,is more mellow. I think his main love language would be mainly quality time and words of affirmation, but there's also a tinge of physical affection in there. He strikes me as the kind who would just like hanging out with you in silence or have you around in his office while he does some paperwork, when he has nothing else to supervise. Words of affirmation is more on the down-low, but after a while it's easy to catch onto it – I imagine he cherry-picks his words to compliment you or praise you or comfort you, he's very specific with what he says, so it feels very genuine (and it is). Physical touch is subtle – he'll hold your hand gently all the time, maybe a hand on your shoulder and have you relax against him while both of you are seated. I imagine he wants to feel that you're "really there" physically, so he keeps the physical contact minimal, but constant. He's not averse to it, thankfully.

I'd take him back in a second

promise ⋆⭒˚.⋆ !!

so i broke my promise ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

aventurine x gn!reader .ᐟ socmed au

i called you last night .ᐟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

synopsis ⭑𓂃 while aventurine swore to never contact his ex ever again, he finds himself calling them every single night.

content ⭑𓂃 exes-to-lovers. angst. acheswan & oc/canon. dark humor(?). mention of dark topics (suicide, s/h). small spoilers for aventurine's character story. lovesick aventurine.

episodes ⭑𓂃 profiles. one. two. three. more tba.

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DAYUM I WOULD BITE HIM ON PURPOSE

Accidentally Courting an Eel Ⅱ

author note: part 2 part 2!! You guys seemed to really love this and that makes me so happy! I’ll admit, I really, really enjoyed writing part 2, and that’s probably why it turned out longer than the first part x-x less cameos this time, but lots of Jade and this time its Azul being the only voice of reason. Hope you enjoy!!

characters: Floyd Leech x F!Reader

“Ne… Do you think Y/N likes me?”

The VIP room was quiet apart from the scratching of Azul’s pen and the soft clinking of teacups as Jade prepared a pot of black tea. Floyd laid back on one of the plush VIP room couches, his legs hanging over the arm as he dangled his earring in front of his face, gazing at it as it swayed gently. Azul’s pen didn’t stop, continuing to scrawl across the documents in front of him, whilst a ghost of a smile played on Jade’s lips as he brewed the tea leaves to perfection.

“You two had a fight not even a week ago, why would you think she likes you?” Azul queried, a small frown marring his features, but he did not take his eyes off the documents he was labouring over. Floyd’s hand closed around his earring, and he rolled over, his chin resting against the couch arm as he looked over at Azul, a pout beginning to form on his lips.

“But she bit me.” Floyd pointed out and Azul raised an eyebrow, finally looking up from his documents. “But she isn’t a merfolk, Floyd. She wouldn’t have any idea what that might mean.” Azul countered, sighing at the ridiculousness of this conversation. Floyd’s face fell, his lips turning downward slightly at the corner at Azul’s words. Jade noticed this, elegantly making his way over to Azul’s desk and setting a teacup down with a flourish. “But she still bit him. Such actions carry connotations, bold ones at that. Of course Floyd would feel a certain… Way.” Jade stated, folding his hands in front of him as he stood beside Azul’s desk. Azul’s pen dropped onto the desk with a clatter, and he looked up at Jade incredulously, “are you serious?!”

“And she so kindly repaired Floyd’s earring, without us having to persuade her to do so or claim fair compensation. She looked so pleased with herself too. And I need not remind you just how important gifting jewellery is to merfolk?” Jade smiled serenely, ever happy to be stirring the pot whilst Azul shot him a dirty look.

Floyd’s legs kicked restlessly behind him, his face blank for a few moments before a wide grin spread across his face, sharp teeth glinting as he jumped up off of the couch, a short wild laugh leaving his lips before he dashed out of the VIP room with a spring in his step. Azul sighed as the VIP room door slammed shut, convinced that he was going to have to replace it one of these days due to Floyd’s recklessness, and Jade let out a muffled chuckle that he hid behind his hand.

“Why did you do that?” Azul huffed, picking up his pen and getting back to work, the sound of pen on paper once again filling the room.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jade responded innocently, his composed smile never budging despite the sly glint in his eyes.

“If it ends in tears, I don’t want to hear a peep about it. And this better not disturb business at the Lounge, otherwise you will be the one picking up the overtime.” Azul warned, and Jade’s smile lifted, his teeth starting to peek through.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Life had mostly gone back to normal after your fight with Floyd.

You were finally free of what seemed like the never-ending punishment from Crewel. As expected, Floyd was nowhere to be seen during your three-day stint in the botanical garden, tending to the regrowth of the ingredients that had gotten caught in the crossfire of your and Floyd’s dispute. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, with you mostly watering the plants, your biggest obstacle having to move housewarden Kingscholar from his napping spot so you could water the plants there (nothing a discreet threat with the watering hose couldn’t fix).

You had also finally submitted your potionology assignment, your partner generously distilling another vial of ginger root so that you could brew the energy boosting potion and not suffer any more of Crewel’s wrath for submitting a late assignment. Considering how insistent that your lab partner was about replacing the ginger root, you can only imagine it was a result of him seeing you taking on Floyd Leech without even batting an eyelid.

Either way, things had all sorted themselves out and your day-to-day school life fell back into place like normal. Well, apart from one difference. Floyd Leech.

He was bothering you. Every day. Without. Fail.

At first, he began randomly attacking you. But there was none of the vicious aggression that usually accompanied a fight, it was more like… Excitable and rough play fighting. And he bites too, incessantly, your arms and hands often littered in his very distinct teeth marks. He’d pop out of nowhere and some days, it was just about all you could do to fend him off, being how you were trying to lay low in order to keep your head, lest housewarden Riddle finally get sick of you and cut you down to size. Floyd seemed to delight in when he managed to make you jump, or when you smacked him with your textbooks in an attempt to ward him away. To make things more odd, after you’d got into a small altercation with another student, Floyd had sought you out that same afternoon. You don’t even know how he had even heard about the incident, having not been a physical one which was diffused rather quickly. With a surprisingly pouty expression, he’d gripped you by the shoulders, not budging an inch even as you tried your best to detach him.

“Ne, don’t go bitin’ other guys, okay?”  

Floyd’s random offensives lasted every day for about a week before he began to change tact.

Soon, you’d notice things going missing. Not anything important, but enough to be small, irritating inconveniences. For example, you’d reach into your stationery case for a pencil to find it missing, only to find it tucked behind Floyd’s ear casually as he strolled down the corridor. On one particularly troublesome occasion, Floyd brazenly slipped his hand into your pocket and took your phone, pouting on discovery that it was locked via face ID and yet still managing to somehow line up your phone screen perfectly to get it to unlock. He cackled as he held it out of reach, not reacting no matter how much you stomped on his shoes and tugged at his arms. You were one step away from climbing him like the bean pole he resembles when he finally gave it back, grinning like a Cheshire cat. You didn’t find out until later when a message from a “Moryay!” popped up with the most ridiculous meme and string of emojis did you realise that Floyd had added his number to your phone and made you follow him on all his social media accounts.

After that, you changed your phone lock to passcode only.

But perhaps the most bizarre moment that came out of Floyd’s sudden obsession with you was the nickname he had dubbed you.

“P-pea?!” You spluttered, looking at Floyd with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Floyd gave you his typical toothy grin, leaning forward with his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, pea puffer,” Floyd drawled, looking absolutely delighted with himself, “Y’know, pea puffers are real tiny. They look all cute and unassuming, but they are real aggressive and fight other fish all the time, just like you.” You gaped at this comparison, and that only seemed to please him more, remarking how you really looked like a fish now.

“I’d rather you went back to calling me guppy. Please.” You complained, a hand resting on your hip as you looked upon Floyd, unimpressed.

“No way, pea puffer. You’re much more special than the rest of these lil guppies.”

It had been weeks, but Floyd was still seeking you out non-stop. Your friends, whilst sympathetic, had begun to avoid you by proxy, trying not to get caught in the crossfire. You were at a loss about why he was so obsessed with you lately, or about what you could do to get him off your back.

“Well, that’s just Floyd Leech,” your friend responded with a shrug as you vented to her on your walk between classes, “if someone interests him, he’ll be all over them. But as soon as he finds them boring, he drops them as quick as he picked them up. That’s just how he is. Although I’ve never seen him bite people like that before.” Your friend commented, eyes briefly glancing down at your bare wrist. You grumbled and quickly rolled down your blazer sleeves, concealing the unique pinprick bite marks. Your friend shrugged again, as if that was the be all and end all of the situation. “What? So I’m just supposed to wait until he finds someone else on campus interesting enough for him to bother?” You huffed in exasperation, and your friend shot you a sympathetic side eye. “Well, I think the best thing you can do if lay low for a little while. Well…” A small smile curved your friends lips up, “as low as you can manage, I guess.” You shot her a half-hearted glare and she laughed, “the point is, if Floyd doesn’t see you for a while, maybe he’ll move on and start terrorising someone else.” The two of you entered the history of magic classroom and took your seats, and there was nothing like an incredibly slow, boring history class to ponder what your friend said and what you should do next, and if it was even possible for you to lay low enough to avoid Floyd for that long.

Having carefully formulated your plan under professor Trein’s nose, you sprung Operation Avoid The Leech into action. In the mornings, you would hurry to your classes, keeping your head down and under the cover of the bustling student body. At lunch, you’d rush to the cafeteria, pick up whatever sandwich was closest you could grab and then you’d dash out of there, eating your lunch in a discreet spot. After afternoon classes, you went straight back to your dorm with no detours, holing yourself up in your room. You managed to tell your club president a convincing enough excuse as to why you would not be attending club activities for the foreseeable future, internally thanking your scrappy reputation for making whatever punishment your club president thought you had gotten yourself into now so much more believable.

Your new routine had some unexpected benefits, with housewarden Riddle often praising your new behaviour, believing that you had turned over a new leaf and you were starting out on your journey to become one of Heartslabyul’s model students. But there was a very specific downside to your new no frills routine.

You were so, so bored.

The irony wasn’t lost on you that whilst you were waiting for Floyd to get bored of you, you were the one who was hopelessly bored, moping around in your room most of the time. There was only so far studying could take you, and looking through your social media only made you feel worse, seeing all of your friend’s stories and posts of how they were spending their precious freedom just making you feel more miserable. You huffed a huge sigh as you threw yourself down on your bed, hugging one of your pillows as you stared aimlessly at the ceiling. Hopefully, just a few more weeks to go…

Floyd huffed a sigh, slumped across the Mostro Lounge bar, head in his arms as he stared aimlessly gleaming, polished surface of the counter. Jade stood behind the bar, diligently polished glasses as he stared at his twin with a knowing smile. Service at the Mostro Lounge had ended an hour ago, with Azul holing himself up in the VIP room to pour over the day’s sales figures, giving Floyd the perfect opportunity to mope.

“Is something the matter, Floyd? You’re rather sullen today.” Jade commented, knowing full well what the problem was but decided to prod his brother regardless, curious as to what reaction it would elicit. Floyd remained silent, his finger tracing mindless shapes against the countertop. The lounge was silent apart from the occasional clink as Jade set back a perfectly polished glass and began work on the next. Finally, Floyd spoke up.

“Pea puffer is avoiding me…” Floyd mumbled, not raising his eyes up from the counter. Jade’s head tilted slightly in interest, yet he still didn’t stop polishing the glass in his hand. “Pea puffer?” Jade questioned, his curiosity even further piqued, “You mean the small, combative— Ahh.” An amused smile lifted up Jade’s lips at this new piece of information. So Floyd had upgraded you from the sea of guppies to a personal nickname, quite the honour.

“What makes you believe Y/N is avoiding you?” Jade asked, placing the glass he was polishing on the counter and folding his hands neatly on the counter, focusing his full attention on Floyd now. Slowly, Floyd sat up from the counter, resting his chin on his fist as he continued to sulk. “I haven’t seen her in weeks. She’s never in the cafeteria at lunch, I even went to her club but she wasn’t there either. The club prez said she told him she couldn’t attend for a while…”

“I see...” Jade hummed as he mulled this information over, “have you been to the Heartslabyul dorm to check on her?” Floyd’s pout turned into a frown, his mood starting to turn. “Goldfishie banned me from stepping foot in Heartslabyul after the last time.” Jade’s lips turned upwards as he remembered the last time, but he soon turned his mind back to the problem at hand. “I see. This is quite the mystery.”

Floyd didn’t respond, instead staring dejectedly at the glass in front of him. “… I thought she liked me,” Floyd finally broke the silence, “she was the one who started courting me… She bit me, and she fixed my earring!” Frustration began to seep into Floyd’s voice, his eyes narrowing on the glass, “y’know, she was even opening her mouth a lot recently, real wide. Sure, she sometimes covered it with her hand, but…” Floyd’s voice trailed off and he fell back into gazing dejectedly at the glass, until a slender hand reached out and plucked it from the table, back to being polished in Jade’s careful hands.

“Hmm… Perhaps it is time that you let Y/N know that you are courting her back?” Jade mused, and Floyd huffed, his hand falling down onto the counter with a dull thud. “I have! I bit her back! I leave ‘em all up her arms, so she knows how into her I am. And I take her stuff and wear it, so all the other guppies know, y’know?” Floyd reasoned, and Jade nodded slowly, the glass clinking as he slides it back into its place, beautifully gleaming. “I know, but I fear Azul may have been right. Perhaps she does not know.” Jade countered, and Floyd looked up at his twin then, waiting for him to continue. “It seems that land dwellers have more… Fragile courting customs than us merfolk do. It may help to be more direct.” Jade concluded, carefully watching his twin to gauge his reaction to this idea. Floyd stared blankly at Jade, and Jade knew his twin enough to know a dark cloud was starting to form over Floyd’s mood again. On cue, Floyd slumped against the counter again, a whine of annoyance slipping past his lips. “Human customs are annoying,” Floyd continued to whine, burying his face into his arm, “how am I supposed to tell her if she keeps avoiding me?”

Jade looked down at his brother, finding himself a little amused by his uncharacteristically lovesick behaviour. In all the years they had been together, he had never seen Floyd act this way over someone before. How curious. “It’s quite simple, Floyd. You simply need to lure her out.” A cunning smile spread across Jade’s lips, and Floyd perked up slightly, once again turning his attention back to his brother. “I have a plan…” Jade affirmed, leaning forwards and beginning to conspire with his dispirited twin…

It had been two weeks since you had begun Operation Avoid The Leech and to put it bluntly, it was the most boring two weeks of your life. But things were finally starting to look up. Your friends had begun to report to you that Floyd seemed to have calmed down a lot this past week, no longer constantly peppering them with questions about your whereabouts or attempting to hunt you down during breaks or after class. And yesterday, to add the final cherry on top, you received news that a random Scarabia student had caught Floyd’s interest, and he had apparently been chasing them around instead. You were still feeling a little cautious, wondering if you should leave it a few more days before deciding it was safe enough to venture out again. You were on the fence about what to do, but then a friend sent you a message, asking if you wanted to go to a trendy new café that had opened in town. With her assurance that she hadn’t seen Floyd at all that day, and it was very doubtful that you’d run into him in town. Persuaded that everything was fine, and you were finally off the hook, you eagerly agreed to meet her by the clocktower after class.

Classes flew by, and before you knew it you were waiting at the clocktower for your friend to arrive. Your mood was sky high and it was a beautiful day, you couldn’t think of a better day to go into town and celebrate your new freedom. You leaned against one of the pillars, scrolling aimlessly through your social media as you waited for your friend to show. You found yourself getting distracted, doom scrolling through videos on Magicam, and when you finally noticed the time, it was ten minutes after your friend was supposed to meet you. You frowned down at your phone, seeing no messages to say that she was running late. You looked up from your phone, confusion etched on your face as you looked around the courtyard that enclosed the clocktower, wondering if she had somehow missed you. In fact, you were about to message her to check that everything was alright, when you saw a flash of teal walking down the path towards main street. You felt a surge of dread when the figure turned to lock eyes with you and offer his signature insincere smile.

Jade Leech.

Suddenly it all clicked into place.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered to yourself, and you swear you could see Jade’s sharp teeth poking out from under his lips. At that moment, your phone pinged in your hand and a message from your friend popped up, and your feeling of dread only intensified as you read the pop-up notification.

‘I’m so sorry’ was what your friend had sent to you, but you hardly had a chance to dwell on it when you heard the familiar laugh that sent a chill down your spine. Without a second thought, you bolted.

You could hear Floyd Leech’s maniacal laughter behind you as ran around the clocktower, ducking for cover as you internally spat every curse word you knew, trying to figure out what your next move would be. Floyd’s laughter died down into silence, but you weren’t stupid enough to believe that he’d left, pressing yourself against the clocktower and peeking around the corner. The coast seemed to be clear, but now you had to weigh up whether you could outrun Floyd. The outlook was looking dismal. A small body of water cut off one side, but you wondered if you could maybe duck through the trees near Sam’s shop and make a run for the hall of mirrors. The hall of mirrors wasn’t that far from the clocktower, but that all relied on Floyd not chasing after you. You peaked around the corner again, still not seeing Floyd, and you were about to make a break for it when, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shadow loom over you. Before you could react, Floyd slammed his hand down just above your head, surprising you enough for you to let out a yelp of surprise as he boxed you in against the clocktower with a wide toothed smile and an excited glow in his eyes.

“Found you.”

Floyd leaned his arm against the clocktower, leaning over you as he continued to grin down at you, looking incredibly proud of himself. You looked up at him in disbelief, not much room for you to move with your back pressed against the clocktower and Floyd looming in front of you, effectively crowding you in between his arms. It was rare that you found yourself speechless, your mind spinning as you tried to figure out exactly what you could do in this situation, if at all anything. So instead of overthinking it, you did what you do best.

You attacked.

“Floyd Leech! What did you do to my friend?!” You hissed at him, puncturing every word with a swing of your bag into his stomach. Floyd grunted as the first swing hit him, but then he laughed, letting you hit him a couple of times before he grabbed your bag mid swing, stopping your assault. “I didn’t do anything to your little friend, pea puffer.” Floyd drawled, looking amused when you shot him an indignant look back at him.

“Then why isn’t she here? Are you bullying my friends?” You retorted, trying to tug your bag out of his grip so you could whack him again, but his hand didn’t even budge, like his grip was made of iron. Annoying. Instead, he decided to yank your bag himself, catching you by surprise and making you tumble into his chest. “I ain’t bullyin’ your friends, little pea puffer,” Floyd whispered into your ear, “ain’t it obvious? Your friend sold you out.”

You let out a disgruntled sound as you pushed Floyd, taking a step back and glaring at him. Floyd retained your bag, looping it over his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “Ya see, your friend owed Azul a favour, an’ me and Jade decided we could help her out… If she helped us out.” His tongue poked out of his mouth as he grinned down at you, “you’re too trustin’, pea puffer, it’s cute.” You folded your arms over your chest, glaring at him. You were about to open your mouth to retaliate, but before you could, Floyd suddenly lunged forward and lifted you into his arms, marching off with you without a word, if you didn’t count his trademark giggle.

“Floyd! Put me down!” You shouted, pushing at his shoulders, your legs flailing in protest. Floyd didn’t respond as he walked around the clocktower, and you twisted, trying to get out of his grip. “Stop squirming, pea puffer. You’ll make me drop you.” Floyd complained, even if his grip around your waist didn’t budge an inch as he held you. “Alley-oop!” Floyd cried joyfully as he launched his long leg out, kicking open the door leading into the clocktower with a deafening slam. “Floyd! The clocktower is off limits, are you trying to get us another detention?” You snapped, your eyes wide with alarm. “Relax, pea puffer. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” Floyd drawled casually, and you huffed. “Easy for you to say, you didn’t even turn up to our last detention!”

Floyd turned his head and grinned at you, and you had to lean back, not realising how close together your faces were. “Then I’ll come to the next one. Now hold on tight!” Floyd grinned, all sharp teeth and mischief, and you barely had a chance to process his words and why you’d need to hold on before he started dashing up the clocktower stairs. You were unable to fight the undignified squeak that ripped past your lips as you clung onto Floyd like your life depended on it, his laughter echoing off of the high walls of the clocktower as he bounded up the stairs. You thought it would never end, but finally a room opened up and Floyd ducked into it, finally setting you back on your feet. “Ta-da~!” Floyd announced, swinging his arms out. The room was small, small enough that Floyd couldn’t even stand at his full height, lest he bump his head on the low ceiling. The true centrepiece of the room was the curved window that looked out onto main street, and you could see all the way to the sports field. A ledge sat below the window, and Floyd took no time to make himself comfortable on it, waving you over.

“Isn’t it cool, pea puffer? I like to come here sometimes, when I just wanna chill without anyone harshin’ my vibe.” Floyd grinned, setting your bag on the ledge and to your surprise, he opened it up and started rifling through it. “Hey!” You scolded, rushing over to stop him as he began to rifle up through your stationery case. “Ne, don’t you have anything fun I can have?” Floyd asked as he pulled one of your pens out, not seeming at all phased when you slapped at his hands, trying to get him out of your things. “If you want something fun, get your own!” You huffed, pulling your stationery case and bag out of his hand and shoving it behind you, out of his reach. You tried to reach for the pen, but he held it out of your reach, his previous sunny expression falling into a pout. “That’s not the point, pea puffer. It has to be something of yours.” Floyd complained and you raised an eyebrow at him, completely lost as to his reasoning behind this.

Floyd’s expression went blank as he stared at you, and if felt like the two of you were locked in a staring contest for hours before he finally decided to speak again. “Ne, you just don’t get it, do you pea puffer?” Floyd asked, his eyebrows drawing down slightly as he continued to stare at you. You suddenly felt like you were under a microscope, shifting uncomfortably on the ledge. “What’s there to get?” You remarked, although you had the odd feeling that you should tread carefully, considering how uncharacteristically serious his face looked, “aren’t you just messing with me because you’re bored?”

Floyd pulled a face at your words. “Jade was right. You really don’t know.” Floyd huffed, before leaning forward and grabbing hold of your wrist, rolling your blazer sleeve up to your elbow with unexpected gentleness, revealing your bare arm. The bite marks Floyd had made had mostly faded by now, and he pulled another face, unhappy with this but pushing on with the conversation anyway. “You bit me, so I bit you.” Floyd stated, looking at your face and seeming to study it for your reaction. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t baffled. “Yeah… So?” You responded, and Floyd’s brow downturned just a little bit more at that.

“And you fixed my earring.”

“Yes…?”

You could see Floyd’s teeth clench together, an annoyed breath huffing out of his nose as he dropped your wrist, raising that hand to grip at his shoulder. He stared at you, brow furrowed and you were truly at a loss for what you had done wrong. You could only stare back at him, eyebrows raised as you waited for him to divulge what exactly you didn’t get.

“Those are all merfolk mating customs.” Floyd finally said flatly, and you felt yourself freeze.

“… Excuse me?” You managed to squeak out, not even feeling embarrassed about how your voice sounded as you stared at Floyd in disbelief. Floyd continued to study your expression; his lips pressed together in a firm line.

“Listen up, pea puffer. You bit me in the potions lab, and that made me think you liked me. Merfolk bite each other when they’re interested, y’know? And when I was mullin’ it over, you came runnin’ after me, holdin’ out my earring that you’d fixed with that pretty smile on your face. You were very persistent in letting me know you were interested.” Floyd explained, looking at you pointedly.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You spluttered, “what does giving your earring back prove? And I bit you when we were fighting!” Floyd just shook his head, letting his hand drop into his lap. “Giving jewellery is like, the top merfolk courting custom,” Floyd said with a shrug, “fixin’ someone’s broken jewellery is just as close. It doesn’t matter how it happened. Plus, merfolk fight all the time. Especially when they like each other, its just natural.”

You stared open mouthed at Floyd as you processed his words. Floyd thought you had a crush on him, because you bit him and fixed his earring?! You were stunned silent, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly at the implication. If Floyd noticed, he didn’t mention it, continuing with his explanation.

“So that’s why I started bitin’ you back. It shows that I like you back and it lets all those guppies know it too,” Floyd’s gaze fell back to your arm again, and now it really made sense why he had pulled a face earlier when he saw his bite marks all but gone, “it’s also why I started borrowin’ your things and keepin’ them on me, so that all the guppies would see that I’m unavailable.” Floyd finished, looking at you expectantly. You simply stared back at him, rendered speechless by Floyd Leech for the umpteenth time that day. Floyd began to frown again at your bewildered expression, and he leaned towards you as he spoke next.

“D’ya get it, pea puffer? I like you.”

Floyd’s rather straightforward, unabashed confession is what snapped you out of daze, and you felt your cheeks grow hot, a red hue painting them. You’d look at home with the roses in the Heartslabyul gardens. You fumbled for some words, your lips moving but nothing coming out as you found yourself awkwardly flustered. A smile started to curve up Floyd’s lips as he saw just how flustered you were becoming, and he leaned closer still, his nose almost close enough to touch yours.

“Ne, pea puffer, d’ya like me back?”

If your cheeks could have grown any redder, they would have. At this point, someone might as well have dug a hole in the Heartslabyul gardens and planted you there, your face putting the roses to shame. “Y-you haven’t even taken me on a date!” You stuttered out, cringing at your own weak defence, only for Floyd to lean back and gesture at the room you were both in.

“Whad’dya mean? We’re on a date right now.” Floyd shot back nonchalantly, and you almost choked on your own tongue.

“This was entrapment! Some would even dare to call it kidnapping!” You retorted, finally starting to shake the daze that his explanation and confession had put you in, “usually, when you like someone, you ask them out on a date.”

Floyd’s grin became toothy, and that’s when you knew you’d really put your foot in it. “D’ya want me to ask you on a date, pea puffer?” There was a shine in his eyes, and he seemed excited about the idea, but also sincere. You felt your cheeks heat up again and you looked away, suddenly finding the spelldrive players on the sports field very interesting. “T-that’s not what I said.”

Regardless of your complete obliviousness to merfolk mating customs and what you had apparently started, Floyd seemed very satisfied with the outcome of the conversation. He scooted closer to you, his knee brushing against yours as he leaned in very close, his lips hovering above yours for a painfully long moment before he decided to detour and press a surprisingly soft kiss to your forehead, his wild toothy grin as he pulled away a complete contradiction to this gentle gesture. “Buckle up, pea puffer, ‘cause now I’m courting you. Aha~!”

Just what had you gotten yourself into?!

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COWARD

summary: when sae’s inconsistent attitude actually starts to drive you away, he’s forced to face his fears in order to not lose you.

warnings: kinda toxic but a little is good for the soul, sae is an asshole who doesn’t acknowledge his feelings, good ending bc only evil ppl write angst no comfort

A/N: i write fluff but surprise ! the only shit i’ve experienced is this stuff but with no cute feelings 💀i think this is the longest shit ive ever written like damn.. can u tell im experienced.

itoshi sae, for the longest time you’ve known him, is a coward.

when you tell him that, he always gets pissed off, ignoring you for a day or two before inevitably texting you again, because “he’s the only person you should be talking to,” or whatever bullshit he claims.

he’s a fucking asshole too— calling you late at night because he can’t sleep or kissing you up at the many parties he drags you to because he was bored. that shit was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to your complicated relationship.

it’s not long before your phone lights up suddenly, the bright screen glowing 7:28 pm with a familiar notification under it.

sae : im omw in 20

sae : im taking my sweet fuckin time since ik you take forever

all you do is roll your eyes at his message. he was acting like he was the considerate one waiting, when he told you last minute that he needed you for another one of his networking parties.

you : youre the one all over me when i get dressed up

sae : yea? so what? my point still stands

sae : im the only reason you should be getting all pretty for anyway

you hate how his words still get you riled up, despite the fact that you aren’t his. not officially anyway. you hate how he makes you feel like the only one in the world before going to mess with other girls.

there’s a small part of you that holds onto the fact that he really does like you, that he’s too stupid and afraid of his own feelings for you. the festering thought of how maybe, just maybe, that when he kisses you half drunk, it’s his messed up way of saying: i like you!

but you know it’s not true when you see his millionth scandal about being caught with another model, or how he lets his fan girls swarm him after his games instead of coming to you directly. it was fucking embarrassing how you were so madly in love with a guy who didn’t give two shits about you.

so you hold onto this horrible exchange, where you’re his girl when he feels like it, where the boundaries between lovers and strangers didn’t exist.

you : ur funny. u alr know that isnt true

sae : stfu

sae: ill srsly block you. quit talking to that new guy hes fucking ugly

sae hates it when you mess with him, when you call him a coward, when you ignore his texts and calls because you’re with a new guy.

he hates all of it, but clings onto you so desperately because you’re his.

when he sees that you leave his message on read, he only sighs before finally putting his car into ignition. he’d never admit that he was sitting in his car doing nothing but texting you because he wanted to give you extra time, since he did ask you very last second.

sae doesn’t realize how tight his grip is on the wheel or how he’s gradually speeding up at the thought of seeing you. he always ignores the knots in his stomach when he’s with you because truthfully, it’s daunting.

he knows that you’re right when you call him a coward, even though you never explicitly state the reasoning behind it. he knows that he likes you, more than anything actually, and he knows that he doesn’t want anyone but you.

nothing else crosses his mind except you when he’s talking to models who only want his money and fame. when he catches the disappointed look on your face from the field as his fans flock him for pictures, he sighs in relief at your hurt expression.

it’s so fucked up, he’s aware, that he takes comfort in the fact that you wanted his attention as much as he wanted yours. but he can’t bring himself to tell you the truth.

if everything was okay the way it was now, there was no need to change it, right?

“you look pretty tonight.”

you open your door to a tall figure standing over you. sae never particularly dresses up for anything, opting for just another blazer in his closet. but on his stature, everything always ends up looking expensive.

the boy eyes the unlocked phone in your hand thats open on messages. he squints his eyes in annoyance.

“don’t tell me you were fucking texting him after leaving me on read.”

“it’s our conversation dumbass. i was doing my makeup.”

“why do you have me labelled as just ‘sae’?” the boy grabs your wrist and holds your phone up to his frowning face. “change that shit right now.”

“what, to ‘side bitch’?” you hum. “that doesn’t sound too bad, actually.”

“ha ha, very funny,” sae glares at you. “just change it tonight.”

you only shrug your shoulder before shuffling past him into the front seat of his car. sae stares at you before sighing.

he knows you won’t.

you’re hoping that sae gets swept up by press or sponsors that want to endorse him tonight. there was already a growing mob around him and it wasn’t long before you completely slipped away.

the chattering of the crowds did little to block out the thoughts plaguing your mind as you move to pour yourself another drink. it was always the same thing happening at these events. sae brings you as his manager, his coach, hell, he even posed an injury once to have you accompany him as a physical therapist, before completely abandoning you to network. you aren’t sure why you’re even there in the first place.

then sometimes, he’ll find you and drag you to the bathrooms just to make out with you. and after a couple minutes or so, he immediately goes back to the party.

the first time this has happened, your mind blanked and all you could think to do was kiss him back. once the third and fourth time rolled around, you began to think about it a little more. maybe you shouldn’t have been kissing your famous athlete friend who’d most definitely get into huge trouble if this was found out. yet still, you continued to kiss him, in hopes that maybe once, he’ll stay. he never does.

so you decide for tonight that it wouldn’t happen again, that tonight you would sneak out before he could find you and call an uber home.

“you alright?”

your thoughts are interrupted by another boy’s voice and you look up to meet familiar pink eyes. you can only faintly recall where you know him from, before you realize he’s another athlete sae had played with.

the boy seems to notice your confusion before smiling and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“shidou. you alright pretty?” his blonde hair falls close to your face as he leans closer and closer to you. “looks like you’re gonna vomit or somethin’.”

your head spins from his touch and cologne. bubblegum, an odd choice for a man.

“i.. was planning to leave. i don’t have any business being here.”

shidou tilts his head, his piercing stare going through you, like he was looking behind.

“wanna get outta here then?”

when your hand slips out of his, sae immediately notices. but with people surrounding him and cameras flashing, there’s nothing sae can do about it. he’ll just have to look for you later, like always.

sae can only bring himself to kiss you when he’s exhausted from others and tipsy from the surplus of drinks he’s had to manage the crowds. it’s not like him at all when he finally finds you and drags you to the bathroom to kiss.

it’s the only time he can be direct with how he feels. when he crashes his face into yours, he can only pray that you don’t feel his hold on you tightening. he’s not sure how to feel when you let him kiss you but he doesn’t ever bring it up. once he’s done, he always runs away.

he’s a coward and he hates it.

but when his gaze finally falls onto you and there’s another man, let alone his friend, wrapped around you, the little constraint he had left died. sae only stares, the usual knot in his stomach growing bigger and twisting tighter. when shidou finally looks up from behind your shoulder to meet sae’s eyes, he already knows what the blonde is telling him.

‘stop being a fucking coward before you regret it.’

the moment you begin to get up with shidou, he books it towards you, ignoring the clamor behind him.

when sae finally makes it outside, he sees your lone figure sitting on the bottom few stairs from the entrance. the slight realization that you’re shivering sends him running towards you to drape his blazer over your shoulder.

“..shidou? i thought you-,” when you’re met with green eyes instead, your voice betrays you.

“where.. where did shidou go?” he’s out of breath, not really from running, but from fear. he’s afraid of what you’ll say.

“um.. he said he had to go back inside after calling an uber for me,” you can’t bring yourself to look sae in the eyes. “he’s still there. if you’re looking for him.”

sae widens his eyes.

“an uber? where are you going? the event isn’t-,”

“don’t be fucking stupid sae.”

when you finally turn to look at him, there’s tears welling up.

“i’m not some.. emotional support doll you can bring around whenever you want,” he feels a lump in his throat when your words are broken up with small hiccups and sniffling. “don’t fucking kiss me if you don’t mean it.”

now there’s full tears running down your face but he doesn’t know if they’re from anger or hurt.

“i.. don’t want to do this shit anymore sae. if you’re using me, just tell me. i can’t take it any longer.”

you drop your head into your knees and your tears begin to stain his blazer. an uncomfortably long silence hangs in the air and your heart feels like it’s been ripped out.

a hand is placed on your head after a while, stroking your hair softly.

“..sorry.”

you furrow your brows at his one word response after what had felt like ages of waiting.

“so that’s it, huh? you’re apologizing for using me?”

he winces at your harsh tone but by the way you’re still curled in your position, he takes it as incentive that you’re only hurt.

“n..no. i’m sorry for,” he pauses and stares at the sky for a bit, an attempt to ease the nauseating feeling bubbling in his chest. “i’m sorry for being an idiot. and an asshole.”

you don’t say anything or move, so he continues.

“i was so afraid, you don’t even know. afraid of shit changing if i said anything, afraid that you’d be grossed out if i was being genuine, afraid…,” he closes his eyes. “afraid of not being enough. for you.”

his hand was still stroking your head.

“i’ll admit it: i’m a coward. but then i’ll also have to admit that i’m in love with you and only you. there’s nothing else to that.”

you finally lift your head slightly and look at him, though only your puffy eyes were visible. his gaze softens and he moves his hand to caress your face.

“i’m sorry for making you feel like shit, for running away when i dragged you in. but.. please give me a second try. as your..” he hesitates. “as your boyfriend.”

the two of you stare at each other for what felt like ages before you pull your phone out. his heart sinks at your lack of response until he notices you opening his contact.

“sae, parentheses, boyfriend,” you look away from him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “is.. that okay?”

the knot that has been in his stomach for months finally cut and sae could feel himself breathing normally again.

“a heart. add a heart after it.”

“you have to earn that first.”

he scoffs a little but ruffles your hair.

“yeah, okay, fine. are you still leaving?”

you squint at the road to see a small light getting brighter and nod your head.

“i don’t really belong there anyway. don’t tell me you’ll miss me?” sae rolls his eyes at your usual teasing, though he’s glad you’re back.

“yeah, what’s it to you?” he turns his head back to the door and sighs when your ride pulls to the sidewalk. “i still have to go back but.. i’ll come by after.”

you nod your head and stand up, his blazer still wrapped around you. he’s turning back to the entrance but doesn’t go in until he watches you get into the car.

“and block that stupid dude you’ve been texting!”

you only roll your eyes and pull up the window as the car begins to drive off. he stands for a while, staring into the dark of where your car drove off before finally opening the door.

despite you not being there, sae finally felt okay. to know that you were there at home waiting for him rather than avoiding him while being in the same room, maybe he didn’t need to drag you to every single one of his events.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance once he’s met again with press and sponsors in the building. his phone buzzes once and he quickly pulls it out, in hopes of seeing your name.

y/n : hurry up ok?? and don’t go kissing another girl just bc im not there!!

he can only suppress a small chuckle at your whining, though a part of him swells with pride at the thought of you being a tad bit jealous.

on second thought, maybe he did need to bring you everywhere.

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄❆ Friends to lovers, angst, slow burn

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘❆ As a figure skater on the national team and full time student, you have a lot worry about. Namely, preparing for the upcoming Olympics and finishing your first year of college. Despite your friends’ insistence, you refuse to believe that there was enough room for love on your plate. Until now, that is.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒❆ Ongoing, tag list is open

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𝐈𝐈. 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

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𝐕. 𝐜𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝗼𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝗺𝐞

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