Freetime: Diasomnia

HAPPY BDAY RIDDLE ILYYY

I'll give him a bouquet of red roses and a little kiss as a gift

[Valentine's first spring - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.

Notes: gn!reader, fluff with a bit of angst, riddle's mother is it's own warning, wrote this in like an hour while listening to Valentine by Laufey and First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

The wall was red. Not too vivid, to not hurt the eyes to look at, but not quite light enough to be pink. Riddle remembers clearly, the hours of staring at it, locked in his bedroom, marked it in his memory, burnt a hole and stayed at the back of his mind. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes long enough, he feels as if he's staring at that wall again.

As a child it felt agonizing. He stared and stared and stared, trying to will his brain to keep quiet for a little while, to stop thinking. He never managed to do that, not like the other kids, who always looked so cheerful, without a care in the world, only thinking about the present moment. Riddle wasn't like them, he never was. His brain didn't look at the wall and wondered about what the next episode of a cartoon would be or what sweet he would eat next or what prank he'd pull with his friends.

No, he wasn't like these misbehaving brats, his mother told him so. He thought about the exercise he couldn't get right and his mother's disappointed frown. What should he do to be better? He didn't want to be burden, the least he could do was get a simple exercise right. Other times he would think about the high grade he got on his latest test. His mother looked pleased then. Not happy, she was never happy, not around him. Perhaps if he only put more effort into studying, if he followed the rules, if he did everything as she told him to, perhaps then she would smile and tell him he did a good job. She loved him, she told him so. It just didn't feel like it, sometimes.

After meeting Trey and Che'nya, he stopped looking at the wall for a while. He was happy, he couldn't stand that reddish color anymore, nor his stray thoughts. He met a blue sky and green on the streets and the world was full of color. He bid the wall goodbye for good. 

Even so, he missed staring at it when his free time was taken away from him. Back when he still could, his mind would rest a little and he could pretend he was doing it out of his own free will, not because he didn't have any game to play or any non academical book to read or any candy to snack. The books were nowhere as comforting as that familiar red shade. His chest ached. He wondered if that was what love felt like.

After his overblot, Riddle was lost. He was thankful for your help, for you stopping him from commiting even more mistakes and making him see how he was doing things wrong. Still, he couldn't help but resent you a little for opening his eyes, forcing him to leave the comfortable zone he was in.

He was taught to follow the rules, since it was the right thing. Naturally, everyone should do the same. Have their mother's never taught them how to behave? Riddle could do the job, put everyone in line, make Heartslabyul follow proudly in the Queen of Hearts' steps.

But the rules weren't always right, human nature was a complicated thing, there would always be exceptions. He couldn't expect everyone to act like him when they weren't brought up the same way. He should have been more considerate to their feelings, stopped to hear their justifications before collaring them mercilessly. 

Riddle had never wanted to be a tyrant. He only ever had wanted to be a good ruler, someone his subordinates can count on.

He continued to be lost as he stared, alone, at the cooking book's instructions. Trey was so kind to lend it to him, even after all the mess he had made, even after everything he had put him through. He still smiled at Riddle and tried to help, in his own way.

Riddle wanted to cry, then. He wanted to apologize over and over, to thank Trey until he couldn't talk anymore, to ask why didn't he stop him sooner, why did no one tell him he was wrong, why did his mother mislead him so? He felt like a child, so small and pathetic. A lost child, at that. He refused to let the tears fall and only thanked Trey politely with a strained voice. From his firend's pitying smile, he could tell Trey saw through his façade easily, but didn't comment on it, letting him save the last bits of his dignity.

Wallowing in self pity wouldn't fix his mistakes nor get the tart done. He should get started as soon as possible and follow all the steps perfectly to bring a most satisfactory result. Although he couldn't find the measures for the secret oyster sauce Trey had told him about. 

There's a sudden noise at the kitchen's door as someone enters, surprising him. Riddle turns around, not expecting any company, much less yours.

"Prefect. Have you forgotten something here?"

"No, I didn't. I wanted to see you, actually."

There's dread in his gut and his hands tremble slightly. He's not sure how to act after the stunt he pulled, after he had put you in danger on your first week, after he broke down crying in front of everyone. Perhaps you're here to demand a better apology or to mock him. So be it, he'll take it all gracefully.

"Oh? What for?"

"I want to help."

There's a soft smile on your face, determination shining in your eyes as you roll up the sleeves of your uniform and look around for an apron.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Your smile turns into a playful grin and you let out a victorious sound as you put on the apron you found laying on the corner. 

He's baffled. What were you talking about? Ace made it very clear he should do this alone to prove he was truly sorry for his past actions.

"I'm... not sure if I understand."

"Well, it's just that I didn't want to leave you alone after... uh... everything." You make a motion in the air with your hands, as if it would be enough to sumarize the whole disaster that had transpired. "You don't have to isolate yourself, you know. You can count on us if things get too tough."

There's a strange lump on his throat and he swears he has stopped breathing. What were you talking about? Why were you being so kind to him, of all people? You haven't even known each other for that long and he has only caused you trouble the whole time.

"Also, I had a lot of fun baking with the guys! I want you to have fun too! The more, the merrier, and all that."

You walk to his side in order to look at the book, all smiles and confidence in a pink apron. He stares at you in shock, scooting away as soon as your elbow makes contact with his. He feels tingles on the place, as if your touch could burn. You pay him no mind, reading carefully the list of ingredients. 

"Alright, sounds easy enough. Let's get started, then!"

"Wait. You don't have to do this. I don't need your pity, prefect, I can handle myself just fine."

Riddle wants to slap himself as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but he couldn't let you help. He needed to this alone, that's how he's always done things. Your stare makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn't understand it, it isn't the disappointed one his mother gave him, nor the pitiful one from his dormmates. If he looked long enough, he would have concluded it was an understanding stare, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I don't pity you, Riddle. You knew what you were doing and you deserved to hear those things from Ace."

His breath hitches and he's never felt so ashamed before. It feels worse than a slap, to have the truth thrown at him like this. His actions mocking him, his own faults tightening the collar around his neck.

"Still, I can see you truly regret it. And it doesn't feel right to just leave you alone. Don't get me wrong, you're not my charity project or anything. It's just... I understand how hard it is to start again, to try to be better. And it's so much harder when you feel like no one is by your side."

Like an open book, Riddle feels you can read every line from his being, that his thoughts are yours to pick apart. Is he so obvious? He feels rooted in place, a poor fool waiting to receive his sentence at your mercy.

"You're not a bad person, Riddle. I can see that. So, let's start again, together."

Your smile looks too much like the light at the end of the tunnel, like some sort of salvation. His chest expands and contracts again as his breathing resumes, he gulps the dryness out of his throat and blinks firmly, holding the tears in. Suddenly, he doesn't feel as lost as before.

You extend your hand at him, expectantly. How could he deny that? Sparkles fly on his skin as your hands touch, the gentle feeling like nothing he's ever felt before. How did you manage to make him feel like he's floating, like everything will be alright, like there's a shock running through every single bone of his body?

"Come on, we've got a tart to do!"

"Yes. Let's do this." He can't control his facial muscles, a little smile forming on it's own.

Only after both of you had gathered all the ingredients did he remember something.

"There's just one more thing."

"Yes?" Your attention focuses solely on him, head tilted slightly and he feels at the top of the world to have you looking at him like that.

"We don't have any oyster sauce."

The cute inquisitive expression falls from your face, a carefully neutral one taking it's place, making him fidget on his spot, worried he might have done something wrong. He truly didn't want to ruin things with you, not when everything has started to feel right again.

"Why would we need any?"

"Trey has told me it's an unlisted secret ingredient that all the finest bakers use..."

He watches, mesmerized, as your expression cracks, a giggle leaving your lips, followed by another and another until you're full out laughing, eyes crinkled so hard they're almost closed, teeth exposed and chest heaving, pure joy flowing through you. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

Still, he's not sure if he should feel hurt or offended that you're laughing at him. He settles on confusion, not wanting to jump into conclusions.

Once you've calmed down enough to speak again you explain, between giggles sweeter than sugar, that it was only a joke Trey had pulled on you as well. 

The embarrassment creeps up his spine and makes his face blush, cheeks warming up. He would have been mad, had it happened a few days ago. And yet. Your happiness is contagious, making a laugh break out from him, joining the chorus with your melody. 

It feels so silly, laughing together in the kitchen like that, but he's not lost anymore. The air is comfortable once more and it feels sweet on his tongue, it feels like home.

As the time passes, you grow on him, you make a place for yourself in his life, to the point he can't remember how he's ever lived before you.

You study together, you listen to all his explanations attentively, he answers any questions you might have, you make sure he's taking breaks. You take him on walks around the campus, hand clasped in his. You rope him into snack runs, sharing with him a piece of whatever you're having.

You give him hugs without asking anything in return, your arms open and oh so inviting, so alluring. You tousle his hair when you're feeling playful, fixing it gently when he complains. You give him a kiss on the cheek when you're proud of one of his accomplishments, loudly congratulating him.

He's never had this before. No one has been this affectionate with him, so openly and unashamed. No one has treated him like he's precious, like you do. 

Riddle craves you. He has never desired something so fiercely before. He has never had the chance. 

The next best thing he could compare the feeling to was to a strawberry tart. Not any strawberry tart, but Trey's parents' bakery's strawberry tart. Whenever he gazed at the window he would see it on display, the red color calling to him. His mouth salivated just thinking about how it would taste should he take a bite of it, the sweetness exploding on his tongue. Maybe he could satiate the aching whitin him, fill that empty hole and feel happy. Then, his mother's voice would play on his head, reprimanding him for even thinking of consuming that amount of sugar. He'd look away, ashamed, but the red strawberries would always pull his eyes to them again, like a magnet.

Whenever he saw you, he felt the same ache on his chest, but stronger. A yearning to see your smile, to feel your warm hands against his, taste the most delicious red from your lips. Just from having your attention on him it felt like lady bugs dancing on his stomach, making his heart accelerate, face flushing. He craves you, more than any strawberry tart in the world.

It scares him. He's never felt like this, never felt this strongly for anyone. He's still young and sorting his life out, he doesn't even know what he wants to become without his mother's overbearing demands. He's figuring himself out, getting lost in the maze of his feelings. He's always acted older than his age, always complied to his mother's desires, and now he feels younger than ever and he's scared.

Riddle wants you to like him back, desperately so. Still, he can't bear to imagine you saying you love him. The thought leaves him breathless, his chest aches and aches and aches for you and he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.

The fresh breeze of spring brings forth the scent of the flowers scattered across the garden. Riddle can hear birds singing at the distance and the sun's warmth settles pleasantly on his skin, warming up his bones. It's as if the flora has come to life, buzzing in excitement for the season.

There's nothing prettier than your smile directed at him, nothing else that could make him feel like he's lost control of his heartbeat.

Your hands are behind your back and you have a spring in your step as you stop right in front of him. You ask him to extend his hand and he does so, watching intently as one your hands takes his and brings it to your lips, tenderly pressing a feather light kiss on the back of it. His eyes are blown out, his lips drying and heart running wildly.

"These are for you."

A bouquet of flowers in red shades is given to him, your other hand making contact and holding his. A smile blooms on his face, stretching his red cheeks as a loving sigh leaves his mouth. 

"Thank you. They are lovely."

"Just like you." You wink playfully, sticking your tongue out a bit and letting go of his hands. He has to stop himself from reaching out again, missing your warmth terribly.

Riddle clears his throat and motions at the other side of the small round table he's set up. "Please, have a seat."

You do as he says, admiring the decorations he's prepared. Between the red and white roses of the garden, the two of you share a cup of milk tea and a strawberry tart. The conversation flows naturally, telling each other how your days have been and how things are going. Riddle could listen to you all day, every story you have to share captures his interest as easily as you've captured his heart.

It's such a domestic scene, the two of you. Riddle thinks that's what love must feel like. Like a warm embrace, or like the sweetness of the tart melting on his tongue, or like your smile. Not like a red wall and a disappointed frown.

The sun sets in a hue of reds, the sunlight creating a dream like atmosphere between yourselves. The way your relaxed face reflects the colors makes Riddle feel full of affection. He's content, he realises. He wishes he could share a million other moments like this with you, a million other springs.

"It's beautiful." You comment, breathless. You're not looking at the sunset anymore, though. Your gaze is on him and only him, as if he's the most important thing in the world. "You're beautiful." Your voice is filled with sincerity and something else, something that makes his heart ache with yearning, something that makes him want to hear you say that again and again.

It feels so much like a confession.

He can't help but blush, red like his hair. He's never had this before, he's not sure how to react. So, he blurts out the first thing he thinks of, the truth slipping from his lips.

"You're beautiful too."

It feels like a promise.

You look surprised, eyebrows rising and mouth opening. He's surprised too. And then you laugh, honey dripping from the sound. You look pleased as you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers and squeezing it gently. 

The table is small, small enough for you to lay your elbows against it and come closer to his face, for your other hand to cup his red cheek and bring his face closer to yours. Riddle is lost in the moment, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his free hand resting against your shoulder. 

As your lips press together, Riddle feels elated. His fingers tremble and grip harder onto you, not wanting to let you go. The kiss is slow and so tender, so sweet. He can taste the strawberries on your tongue, can feel your thumb caressing his cheek. You deepen the kiss and he lets out a whimper from deep within, a sound filled with sheer want. He lingers over this moment, wanting to commit it to memory, carve it on his soul.

You pull back, separating your lips. Riddle chases after you, wanting more, needing more. You giggle and nuzzle your noses together, such an innocent act that it feels more intimate, somehow. You've got his heart on your hands and you hold onto it with the utmost care, so much so that he can't feel himself ever regreting this. If he could, he'd like to kiss you, and only one, for the rest of his life.

"Riddle." The way you say his name is soft, not breaking the moment. "Will you be my valentine?"

He opens his eyes and traces every inch of your face, his hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you closer. He gives you a chaste kiss, trying to satisfy his craving enough to be able to get the words out from his throat without choking on it.

"I'd love to, if you'll have me."

Your answering smile is exactly what he needs. Your lips connect again, it feels a lot like love.

Masterlist

Ortho used to watch them with Idia as a kid so it's a Bonding Experience TM between them. HELPPP ROOK ADMIRING THE BEAUTY OF THE SHITTY SPECIAL (D)EFFECTS. Ruggie would NOT shut up ever he'd joke about every single thing you can't pay attention to it at all from how hard he's laughing. Floyd is also laughing so hard you can't help but laugh along!

Idia would want you to pay 100% of your attention to it and pause to explain all the little references or things mentioned in the director's cut special limited edition

Jade and Malleus would see the most grotesque gore possible on screen and be like "wow human culture sure is interesting"

Sebek gets scared with the sound effects too so even if he's not looking at it directly he still jumps whenever someone screams LMAO that's why he does whatever he can to avoid being roped into a horror movie marathon

ACE DOES THIS ALL THE TIME HE'S THE WHOLE CIRCUS AT THIS POINT

imagining Vil Trey Azul and Jack discussing the morals of a horror movie of all things is so funny, you're a genius Cherry. I'm agreeing with whatever Vil says, yes king you're so right!!

I'D SLEEP RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. there would be the most spine chilling scream on screen and they are peacefully a mimir

if Heartslabyul is having a movie night, horror movies are prohibited. there's a whole rule about it and all!!

Cherry and I were talking about the twst boys watching horror movies yesterday, so in honor of the halloween event, here's my take on it:

it's because I asked them personally !!!!! it's all canon just trust me on this

tierlist on who would actually like being called babygirl

HELPP ANON YOU MADE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD WITH THIS

I love making tier lists so thank you for the opportunity!! just a disclaimer: this is a joke please don't take it seriously! (also, babygirl is being used exclusively as a term of affection, not sexually, don't make it weird)

shoutout to Azul for winning the first place on the babygirl twitter poll, he's the babygirlest of all babygirls

THANK YOU FOR THE TAGS <3

Would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae or a human?

IDK 😭 I LIKE ALL OF THESE... but probs a human anyway... OR WAIT A HALF FAE... a half fox fae...

Would you be at NRC or RSA?

NRC ofc I need to get involved in the plot SOMEHOW

What dorm would you belong to?

every quiz I do gets me Scarabia but I feel like I'm more like Octavinelle... they are the dorm that most appealed to me when I was about to start the game and I'm a pisces so it all makes sense. ALSO THEIR UNIFORM? so pretty... I'd look sooo good on it...

What character(s) would you be best friends with?

DEUCE <3 also Jack and Idia and Silver and Malleus (I WISH I could say the Octavinelle trio but they are NOT to be trusted... at least at the beggining. I'll worm my way up their cold little hearts sometime and make them get attached to me eventually)

What character(s) would you hate?

look hate is a strong word ok... Vargas. it's Vargas.

What character(s) would you date?

CHE'NYA CATER RUGGIE AND JADE MY MEOW MEOWS <33333333 LOOKING AT THEM WITH HEART EYES

What would Floyd's nickname be for you? and Rook's?

I'm so emotionally attached to Shrimpy I can't let it go 😭 but maybe Foxfish... as for Rook it'd be Mademoiselle Renarde or Lunette maybe

What twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

Idia 😭😭😭 (point and laugh) and Silver and Azul and a bit of Malleus

Which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

History of magic 💪 gotta use my knowledge of disney movies SOMEWHERE... and also social studies (very woke) and art (art kid) and astrology (mystic girl)

I'd also love the theory of ancient magic and spells but I'd SUCK at actually trying them 🤡 oh and an elective on myths and folklore would be so cool...

What club would you join?

ART CLUB ART CLUB ART CLUB !!! and I'd beg on my knees to join the Mountain Lover's club too bc I'm insane and I need Jade to notice me. tho the Film Research studies club sounds so cool (theater kid)... oooh and the board games club (little nerd)....

How do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

I think I'd be able to survive and be slaying bc I'm simply built different like that 💪 the sheer power of needing to one up these boys to humble them and lower their egos would be enough to make me fight tooth and nail to stay at the top of anything I might be able to. watch me getting the best grades I can to see the shock on their faces... giving my all on any event... and I'd go to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties and Scarabia's parties to get free food 🙏 me putting all of Trey's sweets on my bag to take home and eat later

tho it'd be SO chaotic, not a day would pass by without something happening 💀 somehow I'd always be right in the middle of the messes and have to deal with them

ALSO I'd looooove to explore their world and learn all about it, so I'd try lots of different things and go to different places as much as I could, be it touring the little town at Sage's Island or visiting other countries, I'm gonna learn all I can about it.

OH AND I'd like to do reasearch on some more taboo themes as I feel there's not a lot on them out there and it'd be very interesting to learn more obscure aspects of magic

What would your unique magic be?

something to do with art maybe???? like drawing stuff on my skin and making it turn real or smth !! or maybe not exactly corporeal real but the drawings literally come to life as lines and all and I can control them ?? or maybe as some shadow-like thingys ??

OR OR SMTH MOON THEMED OMG. like straight up becoming Sailor Moon, with the magical girl transformation and all LMAO getting a cute pink dress and making a pose while sparkles fly around me. "in the name of the moon, I'll beat your ass up!"

ANYWAYS TAG TIME... I usually don't know who to tag but !! for the first time ever !! I'll actually tag someone !! @italoniponic and @pandoa pls do this it's very fun!! @pen-observing (Aqua I'm not sure if you like answering this types of games, if you don't please feel free to ignore!!) and uhh anyone else that wants to feel free to join as well, my treat <3

some fun twst questions for u <3

[i'm sending these to random ppl, feel free to answer if you see this and/or tag/send it to another person!]

would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

would you be at rsa or nrc?

what dorm would you belong to?

what character(s) would you be best friends with?

what character(s) would you hate?

what character(s) would you date?

what would floyd’s nickname be for you?

and rook’s?

what twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

what club would you join?

how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

[optional!] what would your unique magic be?

AHHH I LOVE U SO MUCH THESE ARE SO CUTE<3333

i would rather be a fae!! miss me with that furry shit

NRC!!! although i’m in love with chen’ya i need to chase down my pookie ace until he is Mine

god i have no clue… im thinking heartslabyul or savanaclaw, tbh i think. i fit into savanaclaw more???? but all my pookies are in hearts

ACE AND DEUCE!!!!! not because of my favoritism towards adeuce but i feel like with my personality we would be absolute BESTIES. like 4lifers. and me and @syllvatica get compared to ace and deuce SO MUCH she is the deuce to my ace<333

trey and ortho. fuckinf despise that little robot dude

ACE!!! ace would be the best boyfriend and i also have a soft spot for FLOYD OH MY GOD FLOYD FLOYD AND JADE!!!! literally any octavinelle member.

i’m thinking. BLOBFISH. FUCKING. fuckjng floyd would call me a blobfish. plus i like squishing my cheeks together like a blobfish.

PETIT BAGUETTE!!!! i’m in this baguette shit for life!?

honestly i am SO similar to ace… and floyd in the love language sense… i’m an esfj so we are pretty similar MWAH MWAH

HISTORY!!!! IM A BIG SUCKER FOR HISTORY OH EM GEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH<333 and also i think my harry potter loving ass would love flight class AND alchemy EEEEEEEE

THE BASKETBALL CLUB FOR THE HOT MEN (i’m ass at basketball)

i dont think i would survive. JUST KIDDING i would be The Most Powerful!!!! i think i would excel at magic rather than potions or . other stuff??? also think i would be a stud at flying on a broomstick

SPARKLES EVERYWHERE

tagging because these questions are SO FUN thank u so much for making this!!!

@nanasx2 @quuma @kalims @myuunji @caycays @tulipluvlettr @pastelmages @astrea-archive @astiesgoldenberry @epelys @tartppola @ai-0uch @ch3lun @atlasnessie @aki-maki-aki @arent-i-the-fairest @jjellyz @sk2lton @amorisqasayid @gh-0st-y @m3iyo @syllvatica 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I LOVE U GUYS SO MUCH

So I had a thought passing through my head for floyd and just wondering along with wanting to hear some one else’s do you think floyd would break up with his partner cause het gets bored of them?,or like just doesn’t think he works well with em??

,like to me personally I think he wouldn’t specially if its a person he vibes with cause he knows while their may be boring moments theres always bound to be fun ones that follow

hello anon!!!

I've actually thought about this before too! it's a bit of a known take in the fandom, tho opinions often vary. here's what I think about it:

I think that maybe, if he gets in a relationship in a bit of a heat of the moment thing with someone he isn't close to, he might get bored and break up, yes

now, if he gets in a relationship with someone he cares about and is close to previously and has had a crush on for some time already, I don't think it'd happen. despite the constant mood changes, Floyd is someone who sticks by the side of the ones he cares about deeply, especially since it's hard to worm your way up to his heart. he seems like the type that when he actually genuinely likes someone, they never get boring for him. even if they fall into a routine of some kind and have their quiet moments, they'd remain interesting and someone worth of keeping close by!

and I think that, for him to fall in love with someone in the first place, that person would match and/or compliment his energy well, which would make them a person that wouldn't like to settle and be complacent, but someone that keeps on trying new things and to surpass their limitations, changing and improving themselves constantly! that's why I think he stays by Azul's side even after he lost everything on his overblot and could be deemed as "boring", because Azul always tries to achieve more things and reach greater heights! he doesn't settle for the minimum and keeps amplifying his goals! not only that, but Azul has managed to be in the veeeeery little circle of people Floyd genuinely cares about, so he stays loyal by his side despite what happens.

so I agree with you, anon. if Floyd likes someone, then he likes them with his whole heart. if you become one of the very few people Floyd considers himself to be close with (especially once he drops the sea life nickname he gave you), then you can be sure he'll stay by your side!

update on Vargas Camp: I've got my Bebek SR !!!!

HIS VIGNETTE IS SO FUNNY he just decided to beef with Leona of all people

his hair does look good on the groovy tho

🕺 time to ask for more jade thought cause ye say ye shall receive also again I just like hearing thoughts weve done the tweels crushing ™️ But do you think jade would get jealous @ anyone round his s/o if so how do you think that would go down — sincerely ramble non

HELLO RAMBLE ANON <3

I'm always up to more Jade thoughts, you know me so well

OK SO I've seen many different takes on how Jade would act when/if jealous of his S/O... here's what I think:

I personally think Jade is very secure in his relationship with his S/O and has a lot of trust in them to even begin dating in the first place, so I don't think he'd get jealous that easily. he likes to have his freedom to do his own things and he supports them having their own freedom as well! go out with their friends without him, meet a work partner, talk with that guy in their class, do as they wish!

I don't think he's clingy or anything, so he doesn't really care if they go out without him every once in a while, he goes out with Floyd and Azul too after all. of course, they don't exclude him of every single event or he might feel like they don't appreciate his company as much. both make sure to have something planned just for them, like little dates!

now, if someone starts hitting on them (and either they don't notice or this person doesn't stop after being asked to), I think he'd get a bit protective. not in a possessive way, but just wanting to help them in an uncomfortable situation. it also bothers him a lot to see this person clearly doesn't respect them and their boundaries after they say they are already taken. so, he'd interfere and make sure this person leaves them alone. depending on how irritating they were, he might do a background check afterwards... oh, what for? don't you worry about it :)

what has a bigger chance of happening is him being jealous not of a certain person per se, but of the time his S/O spends with them. like, they've been hanging out with Ace and Deuce a lot and didn't have that much time to visit him at Mostro Lounge or the Mountains Lovers Club. that might make him more irritable than usual and he might text/tell them little clues he wants to spend more time together. he doesn't have anything against them being with their friends ofc, but do come by every once in a while please.

all in all, I don't think he gets jealous that easily and when he does it's nothing like a big explosion of feelings, just his more subtle way of showing off they're together. he's respectful to his S/O's boundaries and freedom, just as they are to his, and if both trust in each other, there's not much point in getting worked up over little things, you know?

I'd recommend Mitski's whole discography.

jk jk (though they are all very good), if I had to reccomend a song from each album that I think fits with the theme I'd go with: Bag of Bones from Lush, I want you from Retired from sad new career in business, Francis Forever from Bury me at makeout creak, I bet on losing dogs from Puberty 2, Pink in the night from Be the cowboy, Should've been me from Laurel hell.

calling for my followers or interested people who likes sad songs: I'm building a playlist for my last fic request (bc I thought it would be interesting) and the theme is "songs for when you're broken-hearted but won't admit" which is a playlist that Idia will mention~

it can be sad songs about love, a bit of copping, not so salty, songs to when you're thinking about this person you had lost but still isn't sure about what you feel... basically those vibes. Being it indie songs, oldies, 90s, what matters is that is a sad song :D there's no deadline bc it's more of a independent playlist so I can still add songs endlessly

I thought we could do this thing together bc why not? (and idk much sad songs, so elucidate me with your music tastes)

feel free to submit here or in the asks of my sideblog @myplaylists-angeli <3

OH ABOUT THE NEW PARTS OF THE HALLOWEEN EVENT! ofc I finished them already and it was SO FUNNY. I WAS GIGGLING AT MY PHONE WHILE PLAYING. the amount of screenshots I took...

Riddle say sike rn

AZUL'S GOT PRIORITIES !!! pls the decorations were expensive we can't have anyone breaking them

I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THIS, Jamil coringando real...

not them menaging to render SEBEK of all people speechless... the man was too stunned to speak

and now just these two images out of context. Rook copying Epel's accent got me by surprise, I think he's doing both a country and a french accent at the same time

Hiya! Could I request these:

6 "I want you to be a part of my future."

7 "Here. You look hungry."

12 "I have an extra ticket... Would you like to go with me?"

47 "I would do anything for you."

55 "I missed you... a lot."

For Jamil?

I wanna see myself malfunctioning

Jamil Viper x reader

summary: Jamil finds that you gently loosen the chains that bind him down

w.c: 1.2k

Author’s note: Hi anon! Thank you so much for this request! Jamil is another one of my favourite characters so writing this and exploring his character was a treat!! I hope the way i’ve written him meets your expectations.

set after chapter 4 contains some vague spoilers but nothing too explicit

Here. You look hungry.

He talks to you as though this is something nonchalant, he isn’t looking at you, one arm raised holding said food whilst the other tends to the food still cooking in the pan. You frown slightly. “Kalim isn’t here you know.” You watch him become still, his arm stops mid stir and his eyes become wide for a slight moment before he turns to you. Expressionless, there’s no anger but you see the slight coldness in his eyes.

“I know that.” You shrug.

“Do you though?” He doesn’t speak, instead turning his head towards the pan and turning off the flames that heat it.

“I’m sorry if i overstepped.” His movements and words are quick, his back is already turning away from you. You grab his hand and quickly hold onto it.

“You haven’t I just—“ the words bubble in your throat. Jamil stops, he lets himself hear you. Your arms envelop him. “You’re not the Al-Asim's servant, you’re Jamil Viper—“ your arms tighten around him. “And you’re my boyfriend. You don’t have to pretend around me, I want to share your burden Jamil.”

He sighs, turning himself towards you and wrapping his own arms around. “Seriously, why’d I allow myself to fall in love with someone as headstrong as you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Because you deserve it.”

I have an extra ticket… Would you like to go with me?

There’s no evident flush when Jamil presents the ticket to you but still you can tell he’s nervous about giving you this — can see the tenseness of his shoulders. You peer at the ticket, you can make out the words but the pronunciation is beyond you. Jamil patiently waits for you to finish until you turn to him with a pleading look on your face. “Help me please.” He chuckles, you listen to the way he says it, the way syllables roll off his tongue.

“It’s my hometown.” He finishes off, you turn to him with surprise in your eyes. You shift closer to him, shoulders bumping against each other, he doesn’t retreat from the contact.

“Do I get to meet your family?” You question and he shrugs.

“My family most likely will be busy with their jobs and whatnot but I have a younger sister—“ Jamil cannot stop the small smile that spreads on his face when he sees you really light up at the mere mention of his sister — “She would like to meet you, I’ve mentioned you to her before.”

“You’ve mentioned me to your sister?” He nods.

You cannot stop the happiness that blooms within you.

I missed you a lot.

The water tickles at your feet gently as Jamil whispers the words into the night sky, almost as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear the words, almost as if the words he’s speaking to you are the greatest taboo to ever live. Well maybe to Jamil, you on the other hand?

You take his hand in yours as Jamil and you watch the scattered fireflies buzz throughout the sky, you’re both not looking at each but that’s fine you think, it’s fine to be content just like this.

“I’ve missed you too.” Jamil squeezes your hand, your finger traces the beating pulse in his wrist.

“It’s funny,” he pauses the word hanging in the air, he’s still staring ahead. “I genuinely thought for all my life I’d be stuck in a never ending cycle, always pretending.” The words hang heavy around your neck as though it’s a noose cutting off your oxygen supply. You don’t know the words that will help remedy his wounds, don’t know the course of action that will help stitch his heart back together. Jamil finally turns towards you, the moonlight’s shine radiating across his face, he’s so beautiful that it almost hurts.

“But I’ve found you’ve changed a lot things about me, my perspective on life, my feelings—“

“Jamil—“ you try to interrupt but he shuts you off quickly. Your lips remain closed.

“What I want to, what I've wanted to say, is thank you.” He inches closer and closer to you, lips ghosting against yours, he’s hesitant you can tell. You want to lean in, close the gap that your heart is so aching for, but you resist, let him have his moment you think. His eyes meet yours momentarily before they gaze back down to your lips, your foreheads are touching now. You feel as though you may die if he doesn’t kiss you right now, as though you are under some sort of curse and he’s the unfortunate prince that is tasked with saving you.

Jamil would argue it’s the other way around, he likes to do that a lot.

“I love you,” he whispers your name in a hushed tone as though he doesn’t want anyone to hear it, as though it’s the world’s greatest crime for him to admit his love, as though he is a poet locked upon with his room.

Jamil finally closes the gap. It feels euphoric.

I want you to be a part of my future.

There’s a cocky smirk that plays on your lips, you finish swallowing the curry, the one that both you and him have made. “Of course you do.” Jamil rolls his eyes but there’s still a small smile on his face. He takes hand and holds it within yours. The smell of food waltzes in the kitchen, its flavour that tastes of the sweetest love overrides your senses. It envelops you in the tightest hug, the table is cluttered together with foods that warm the air. It's a mess but it’s home.

A home that you and Jamil have built together through the tears, sweat and blood from your relationship.

You take another bite. “I’m an excellent cook I think.” Jamil smiles wider.

“I completely agree, although it could have had a touch of my work but it’ll suffice.” He laughs when he feels you lightly punch his arm. Jamil’s heart beats ever so tendly when he thinks about the future he holds with you.

I would do anything for you.

Like everything with Jamil it’s said in a hushed whisper, his body curled around yours cradling you as though you’re a country’s national treasure. You kiss him gently, lips barely touching, but he’s craving more like a starved beast who can only take so much before he finally explodes. He brushes the stray hairs away from your face like you’re some sort of endangered flower. You rest your chin in the crook of his neck, you breathe in the scent of him; he smells of several spices, you can smell the faint trace of sweat, he smells like home, he smells like love.

Jamil Viper smells of many things, many things smell like Jamil Viper. You commit everything to memory as though if you forget even one you’ll forget him completely. Jamil’s smell reminds you of home, Jamil Viper is home, you’ll follow him to the ends of the earth and Jamil would follow you too.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks; you would be a fool to not indulge him. You kiss him again, you let yourself linger.

“You of course.”

extra authors note: I was thinking of actually rewriting the first prompt, basically it was going to be more comedy based with Jamil trying to coerce reader into eating more however I thought that with the rest of the tone of the story this didn’t really fit and also how I wanted to convey his character! Jamil already has a lot of comedy surrounding his expense due to Kalim and whatnot. I thought a change of pace with this would be much nicer. Plus Jamil has to cook and taste everything for Kalim so i’m sure he might even view cooking and food as a chore. I wanted a reader to essentially try and flip that scenario on its head. You can see that with the first prompt and then the 4th one .

Haha i felt as though i really rambled there sorry!!