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[TWST] Floyd Leech X Jessica Rabbit! Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech, JESSICA RABBIT! READER BEING A QUEEN

A/N: I actually made this awhile back but thought it was bad and I didn't wanna like show it but I knew that since Im going to be gone for awhile for like 2 week break but will have chapters and requests on schedule I should just include this so uhm TAKE IT YAY??

Summary: Jessica Rabbit! Reader a gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her. A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them. So when finding Floyd taking the girl to monstro lounge for fun he couldn't help but have his jaw drop. What was worse... Floyd knew you PERSONALLY

You were known as gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her.

A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them.

The air in the V.I.P room was dull the opulent room thrummed with a low, simmering tension. Three figures, sharply dressed in varying shades of purple and grey, occupied the space, their expressions a study in contrasting emotions.

Azul held his head in his hands behind his desk for someone who exuded power he was stressed hands looking through the photographic photos of your features and you talking to others throughout the file Jade collected of you and your habits from your name to your social media account which was run by cater.

His silver hair was neatly combed, framing a face that held the sharp intelligence of a shrewd businessman and the cold calculation of a master strategist. His glasses perched delicately on his nose, amplified the intensity of his gaze on the file trying to keep up a serene mask hiding emotions of simmering frustration.

Jade Leech stood behind Azul like a silent observer. His hair was straight-cut teal in color, with short bangs and one long streak of dark-gray hair framing his left side that formed a 'J'

His expression was one of calm patience. His eyes have complete heterochromia, with his left eye being yellow, and his right eye being olive-brown

Jade watched the scene unfold with an unnervingly still intensity; a silent assessment of the situation, reading the subtle shifts in the power dynamic of the room.

While his suit matched his brother's in color, his posture was perfectly erect, almost formal, adding to the unsettling stillness that emanated from him.

His hands, elegantly gloved, remained clasped in front of him, yet his slight subtle sharp tooth smile showed his amusement of the frustrated scene of Azul losing his mind trying to figure out anything.

Jade smiled at his careful positioning, the controlled gazes- all spoke volumes in his silent interplay giving quick snippets of opinions to Azul yet glancing towards Floyd who shared look of amusement and calculation, however, hinted at a perfectly coordinated plan unfolding, a silent game only the twins understand.

Floyd lazily sprawled languidly across a plush chaise lounge, a picture of decadent relaxation. His teal hair, a vibrant splash against the muted tones of the room, fell across his face as he regarded something unseen with a playful, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. A sly smile played on his lips, hinting at mischief and a barely contained excitement. Azul couldn't help but sigh chucking the files back down on the highly polished desk. His gloved hand covered his mouth as he spoke out loud "I don't get how someone like her will turn down this opportunity... I mean how could she not? proper work hours, good money, singing for the lounge, and her own free meals... what else could she need?"

Jade hummed picking up the file and handing it to Floyd who opened it the tweels looking down on the paper yet. Floyd couldn't help but tilt his head his right ear earring clinking together from the motion as he took notice of the h/c hair a smile reaching his lips taking note of the familiar girl "Ah! so we were just trying to get Koebi-chans friend to come here?"

Jade held his gloved hand under his chin nodding "seems so... Azul and I have been trying to talk to her to join Monstro Lounge since Yuu had shown us a video of her singing for a club back from where she came from it was quite nice" Jade smiled eyes closing.

Azul let out a huff "Not only that but we could use her to get more patrons for monstro lounge she is useful and she knows it" He sighed leaning back against his seat.

Floyd hummed eyes focused on the photo of you inside the folder. A soft smile reached his lips at your famillar apperance thumb rubbing over your feature with a lazy gaze. "Betta fish and her get along I mean they both seem to fit the title of Betta Fishes" Floyd grinned looked over to Azul who huffed "Indeed and if she has connections to Vil well she'd be able to have more yet we've tried everything to join monstro lounge" Jade nodded his head in agreement unaware of the thoughts stirring up Floyds mind.

You strolled through the halls of NRC, unbothered by the lingering stares of your peers. Some tried to be discreet, snapping their gazes away the moment you passed, yet you could feel their curiosity, their intrigue.

It wasn’t just your poised and effortless grace—it was the way your red lipstick stood out, perfectly framing your smirk, the way your makeup accentuated every glance, and how your hair, styled to perfection, added to your undeniable presence, and yet you paid them no mind. Stopping outside Yuu’s classroom, you leaned against the wall, waiting. The rhythmic tapping of footsteps echoed against the checkered floor, but your focus remained elsewhere, your gaze idly drifting to the window as you waited, patient and unhurried. Then a voice broke through the stillness “Neh~! Flowerhorn Cichlid!” Your brows lifted slightly, but you made no move to acknowledge it. Whoever he was calling, it certainly wasn’t you. Yet before you could ponder further, a hand casually landed on your shoulder.You turned, unbothered, only to meet the lidded, mischievous gaze of Floyd Leech. His grin stretched wide, lazy and teasing, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Flowerhorn…?” you echoed, lashes fluttering as you turned to fully face him, your movements slow and deliberate. Your golden earrings caught the light as you did, drawing his eyes to the way they shimmered against your skin. He tilted his head, watching you in that way he did when something—or someone—caught his interest. “You’ve been causing Jade and Azul problems, ehe~” he mused, grin never faltering. “They said you’d be fun for the lounge.” With a slow, knowing smirk, his arm slinked over your shoulder, testing your reaction but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him linger because despite his unpredictability, despite the way others feared his whims and mood swings—you found him interesting and Floyd Leech had just made the mistake of catching your attention.

Floyd grinned down at you before gripping your gloved hand dragging you away without hesitation, causing you to blink confused yet you continued to walk beside him slow paced while he talked your ear off happily grinning, dragging you off somewhere before heading to the next place when he got bored.

It was peculiar he would get bored whenever and would call it boring after a bit before taking you to the next place without hesitation. With how wild Floyd was you were phased enjoying quietly at his actions entertained by him.

Within a couple days of hanging out with a hyperactive moody eel merman who would drag you away whenever he felt like it started to become something normal but here you were walking on the shore lines watching Floyd grin and laugh when heading inside the ocean water. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the shoreline, the gentle lapping of waves blending with the distant hum of the ocean. Floyd swam around before he laid sprawled across the wet sand, half-submerged where the sea met the land, his long, bioluminescent tail trailing behind him in the water.

Droplets clung to his pale, speckled skin, shimmering like tiny stars against the smooth expanse of his chest and arms. You couldn't help but admire his appearance in his mer form.

Floyds teal sea-green hair clung damply to his forehead, strands curling around the delicate, fin-like protrusions at the sides of his head. One webbed hand lazily pushed his bangs back, revealing sharp golden eyes that gleamed with amusement. His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, razor-sharp teeth glinting beneath the moon’s glow. There was something unreadable in his expression—a mix of idle curiosity and barely contained mischief, like a predator toying with its prey.

He didn’t move right away, simply staring up at you pushing himself up. Rhe faint rise and fall of his chest the only indication of his slow, unbothered breathing. His tail flicked idly in the shallows, the bioluminescent patterns pulsing with a faint, hypnotic glow. The way he lingered between the land and sea made him seem otherworldly, as if he existed in a space neither fully bound to the ocean nor to the shore.

"How was the swim" you uttered bending down to Floyd who grinned staring up at you "Ehee! Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough Flowerhorn fishy!" A smiled reached your lips before you cupped his face, swiping the hair that clinged onto Floyds forehead to the side.

The lightning from the moon cascaded down your face staring at the eel merman who stared at you with fondness. Floyd couldn't help but stare up at you silence comforting you too. Floyd spoke up his voice laced with a menacing cherry tone "Nehhh Flowerhorn can you swim?" A melodic hum came from you "I can, why?" Floyd smiled.

Yet, in the way his lips curled just so, and the lazy amusement in his gaze, there was an undeniable sense of playfulness something unpredictable, something dangerous lurking just beneath his eyes. In an instant, Floyd’s grip tightened around you, and before you could react, you were yanked beneath the waves. The world blurred into a rush of cool water, bubbles escaping in a frantic swirl around you. Your eyes snapped open, the dim, shifting light of the ocean casting eerie patterns over your skin. Strands of your h/c hair floated weightlessly around you as your arms flailed, instinctively reaching for something anything to ground yourself.

Panic surged through your chest as you kicked upward, your body desperate for air. The shimmering surface above grew closer, rippling like liquid glass, and with one final push, you broke through. A gasp tore from your lungs as you inhaled sharply, the salty night air filling your chest. Around you, the rhythmic crash of waves filled your ears, droplets clinging to your skin as your soaked hair plastered itself to your face. Despite the chaos, your makeup remained miraculously intact, a stark contrast to the breathless, disoriented state you were in.

Just as your trembling hands reached toward the shore, something coiled around your waist. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you felt the unmistakable press of gills and smooth, damp skin wrapping around you. Your heart pounded as your gaze snapped over your shoulder only to lock onto a pair of mismatched golden and teal eyes, gleaming with amusement. Floyd Leech’s familiar, sharp-toothed grin was mere inches away, his expression a perfect blend of playful mischief and something far more unpredictable. Floyd’s grin faltered the moment his gaze met yours. There was something unreadable about you an effortless composure, a sultry, knowing look that never wavered, even as his arms instinctively tightened around you. His sharp eyes searched your face, trying to decipher the unreadable calm you exuded. Had he gone too far? Dragging you into the water had been fun, but had he miscalculated? That would be a shame… you were just starting to become entertaining. And then, laughter.

A rich, velvety sound spilled from your lips, smooth as silk and intoxicating as the ocean breeze. It rippled through the night, striking him like a wave as you cupped his face with a teasing touch, your nails lightly grazing his damp skin. Your body shook with amusement, your chest rising and falling in time with the playful melody of your laughter. It was an unexpected contrast—an elegant presence undone by sheer, unrestrained delight.

Floyd’s golden eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and fascination, before his lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin. That laughter—he hadn’t expected it. But he liked it. A lot.

You barely had time to react before he closed the space between you, his forehead pressing against yours, his grin mirroring your own. His sharp gaze drank in every detail your eyes alight with mischief, your lips curved in that effortlessly charming way, and just as he leaned in, savoring the moment, you struck—flicking a handful of water into his face.

A beat of silence.

Then, a cackle erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, before he lunged. The ocean swelled around you as he tackled you back into the water, his laughter mixing with yours beneath the waves. He hadn’t expected this side of you—this dazzling contradiction of elegance and chaos. And now that he had seen it, now that he had heard that laugh, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to let it go.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks melted into a couple of months.

You found it downright peculiar how Floyd remained so persistently glued to your side, despite the numerous occasions you'd gently declined his invitations to accompany him to Monster Lounge or even work there. Frankly, you assumed he'd tire of your company by now, yet here he was, his heels clicking rhythmically behind you as you strolled out of school hours, an almost tangible aura of mischief surrounding him.

Unable to resist, you flicked your gaze sideways to the young man tagging along, noting how Floyd's arms were casually crossed behind his head, a look of languid boredom etched on his face as he gazed off into the courtyard. Compared to his typical intense demeanor, he seemed positively relaxed, drifting alongside you with an almost dreamlike quality.

An exaggerated sigh escaped your glossy red lips as you tossed a glance Floyd's way. "Don't you have a job to get to at the lounge after classes, handsome?" you asked coyly, making sure to emphasize 'job' in that sultry, breathy tone you reserved for special occasions. Floyd shrugged, a languid, almost dismissive gesture. "Meh, I'd rather spend my time with you, Flowerhorn Cichlid. You're far more entertaining," he drawled, his voice dripping with a casual tone.

"Plus, Zul gets so worked up about not being able to rope you in, and it's just too funny for words. And let's be real, once I'm stuck at the lounge, it's all the same old same old. The 'little morsels' are there, sure, but all that squeezing gets sooo boring when you're not around, plus hanging with Jade gets boring too." A soft, lilting hum, reminiscent drifted from your lips as you considered his words. A warm chuckle came from you glancing towards the tweel "Aww, Floyd..." you uttered cupping his face with a gloved hand stopping in your tracks. "What am I going to do with you, hmm?"

Floyd's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden stop, his grin faltering for a split second before he regained his composure. He blinked, looking from your gloved hand cupping his face before back at you. "What If I started working at monstro lounge so you don't get all moody" A slow, wicked smile spread across his features as he seemed to absorb your words blinking for a moment his lips twitching up. "AWWWW FLOWERHORN~!" Floyd cheered with satisfaction as he leaned in closer hugging you wrapping himself around with a giggle, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered "you ain't going to regret it... Plus Azuls gonna get a supper funny look realizing that I got you to come join" He grinned leaning onto you arms wrapping around your waist while you let out a soft hum wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Of course honey bunny" You muttered quietly to yourself letting floyd nuzzle into your shoulder letting out a relaxed sigh. Despite the flirtatious banter and the flirtatious undertones dripping from every word, there was a genuine fondness in Floyd's eyes. In that moment, it was clear that Floyd saw you as a woman who could keep him on his toes, challenge him, and make his world a whole lot more entertaining. And judging by the playful gleam in your own eyes, you were more than up for the task.

You paused for a moment when feeling something bite down onto your shoulder lightly causing you to sigh for a moment "Floyd" "Yessss Flowerhorn Cichlid" Floyd asked silence filling you to again as you spoke with a deadpan expression "Did you bite me" Silence once more before Floyd made a small 'Chomp' noise and nibbled onto another part of your shoulder causing you to sigh knowing you signed up for this. Right after Floyd pulled away and beamed grasping your gloved hand before dragging you away into the hall of mirrors exclaiming about how he'll enjoy the look of Azul and Jades face.

Floyd's hands grasped yours tightly, pulling you through the heavy doors of Monstro Lounge. The air inside was thick with the mingled scents of aged paper and crisp sea salt, a heady combination that tickled your nostrils. Floyd's eyes darted around eagerly, scanning the crowd for a particular silver-haired male, his sultry smile never leaving his face.

You found yourself matching his pace, your hips swaying in time with his long strides. The way he looked at you, with such unbridled enthusiasm and affection

As you walked past Ruggie, you noticed his jaw dropping open in surprise at the sight of you. Conversations halted, and forks clattered against plates as you and Floyd made your way through the bustling establishment. Eyes followed your every move, admiring your figure and the way your red dress hugged your body. Floyd seemed oblivious to the stares and whispers, focused solely on guiding you towards the closed door of Azul's office. With a quick glance at you to ensure you were still with him, he pushed open the door and ushered you inside, letting it click shut behind you. The atmosphere in the office was different, more intimate and charged with a certain tension the sound of scribbling and grumbling came from a hunched form behind a desk.

Your eyes darted around the room thought more focused on the peculiar blend that perfectly encapsulated the room's unique character. Walls of polished obsidian, inlaid with shimmering mother-of-pearl, housed towering bookshelves overflowing with leather-bound tomes. Their spines, faded with age, whispered tales of forgotten lore and untold adventures—each a portal to another world waiting to be explored.

At the heart of the room sat a massive mahogany desk, its surface gleaming under the soft light of a lamp shaped like a stylized nautilus shell. Behind it, a vault door, intricate and imposing, dominated the far wall. Its circular mechanism, a massive ship's wheel cast in bronze. Floyd smiled as he plopped onto one of the two plush, midnight-blue sofas that stood facing each other, inviting conversation and contemplation. Between them, a low glass coffee table held a softly glowing, ethereal blue orb—a calming luminescence in the otherwise dim setting. The room felt both ancient and modern, luxurious yet studious, a space where magic and knowledge intertwined in a hushed and powerful embrace. Subtle, underwater scenes, delicately painted within the wall panels, served as a quiet reminder of a submerged, hidden world.

Azul sighed from behind his desk, his pen scratching against the contract laid out before him. He set the pen down and lifted his head, fixing Floyd with a stern gaze. "Floyd, finally you've arrived, I need you and Jade to-" The silver-lavender haired male paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening as they fell upon the stunning woman sitting beside Floyd. He couldn't help but let out a startled "OH!" followed by a quick inhale, his grin becoming more relaxed and proper, akin to a con-man's smile.

"[Name], what a pleasure! It's wonderful to see you once again," Azul beamed, folding his hands together. "Azul Ashengrotto yes I know" You stated. Floyd fidgeted in his seat before grinning widely and wrapping a possessive arm around your shoulder. He pointed at your face, drawing Azul's attention back to you. "Flowerhorn wants to join Monstro Lounge!" Floyd declared, gripping you tighter.

Azul pursed his lips, a look of confusion on his face. "Flowerhorn…? Like a Flower Horn Cichlid…?" he asked, trying to make sense of Floyd's words and the nickname he had given to you.

Floyd nodded, holding onto you even more tightly, as if emphasizing his claim on you. An exasperated sigh left Azul's lips, and he seemed about to tell Floyd to unhand you, but he paused, noticing the way you sat there with such ease and familiarity around Floyd.

Azul couldn't help but pick up on the soft curve of your lips, the gentle smile playing across your face that spoke of a comfort and warmth he had never seen from you before. He would expect such an expression for you to give Yuu or Grim, but Floyd? Never in a million years did he think he would see you acting so affectionate and at ease with the likes of Floyd Leech.

You leaned slightly towards Floyd as he rambled on to Azul about your new arrangement, your body language screaming an intimate closeness and genuine warmth shared between the two of you. Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you.

Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you. Giving you a run down on your job, what to do along with the things you have to do.

"It's a deal!" Azul grinned, his eyes flickering to the quill held in your gloved hand. He glanced towards Floyd, who had rested his head casually on your shoulder causing you to remember that you were doing this out of your own choice and to also have the sense of familiarity from before being transported here.

Yet, even as you signed the contract with a flick of your wrist, a gnawing feeling clung to you, a sense that Floyd's enthusiasm and the way he rested so comfortably on your shoulder, grinning happily and rambling about your shared future at Monstro Lounge, had an ulterior motive. It was clear that his affections and excitement went beyond the professional, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of the web you might be entangling yourself in. Still, you kept a poised and relaxed smile on your face as you placed the quill down, sealing your fate with a flourish. The ink glistened like liquid gold, a reminder of the glittering promises and hidden dangers that lay ahead in this new chapter. Floyd's head lingered on your shoulder. Azul watched you both with a mix of surprise and newfound respect, wondering just what lengths of how you would go to for the certain tweel beside you.

When interacting or even knowing Floyd Leech was like stepping into a field full of landmines ready to explode with the slightest pressure or misstep.

Everybody feared him calling him lazy and stupid not only that but violent. Nobody knew what he was thinking other then Azul and Jade who easily knew how to dodge every single one hidden to not have his mood swing yet they all were still able to slightly set him off.

So how come you out of all people were interested in him? you someone who proved to brave, quick-witted, and intuitive; knowingly putting herself at risk for others with a calm composure someone who was able to get the interest of princes, future powerful mages, actors/models, and others who were waiting in line.

But You were interested in Floyd Leech

THE FLOYD LEECH? Someone who was collared many times, who got along easily with many people, although these interactions are at times one-sided (Cough cough riddle and floyd)

Floyd who was someone difficult to predict. What he's thinking or what he's going to do next.

Floyd leech a moody person, switching from good to bad mood in a minute (and vice versa) which can make him seem like an entirely different person.

The twin brother of Jade who gets bored of things easily resulting in him quitting things, sometimes even those activities he himself suggested to do. Because of his whims and mood-swings, some people find him troublesome to deal with.

However, if something catches Floyd's interest, he becomes rather enthusiastic and focused. On some occasions, He also shows off a more terrifying and sinister demeanor... So how come out of others that were much more of a sane option you chose to date FLOYD LEECH

Your friends didn't understand it at all they couldn't understand your dating choices either, yet they noticed how you'd stare at Floyd lovingly with the sweetest smile. Ace couldn't help but stare at you confused and with furrowed brows while Deuce was trying to help Yuu stop Grim from eating off Yuukens plate. The five of you sat in a booth near the corner of having a good view of the stage and close to the bar.

The smooth sound of jazz music blended with the clinking of dishes and the lively chatter of those around.

Ace noticed your gaze lingering on Floyd, who stood with Jade, both grinning at a student in a different booth. Floyd's signature threatening smile accompanied by a soft giggle. Ace furrowed his brows before speaking up. "Seriously, [Name], what do you even see in that guy?"Your attention shifted to Ace as you lifted your gloved hand, bringing a wine glass to your lips. The deep hue of your lipstick left a faint mark on the glass as you took a slow sip. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, your eyes flickered back to Floyd just in time to see him waving at you while effortlessly dragging away his latest unfortunate victim with Jade not to far behind.

Your lips tugged up slightly, eyes half-lidded, as Monstro Lounge’s serene, iridescent lights cast a soft glow on your figure. Focusing on Floyd once more, you blew him a kiss when he waved again before shutting the door to Azul’s VIP office. You turned your head back to Ace and the others who were staring at you with wide eyes as you replied with a silky smooth voice.

"He makes me laugh"

DATING HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE AND I ENJOYED THIS TOO MUCH OKAY LET ME BE!!

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dating Floyd leech means you'd have to deal with his mood swings, and unhinged behavior good thing for you that you understood him like the back of your purple gloves

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dancing together will be common. Jazz or not he'd dance with you grinning stupidly yet when its slow romantic music he can't help but caress your body with a smile holding up one of your arms and other hand on your hip as you stare at him over your shoulder with how he kisses your shoulder blade and neck with a soft smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ Other times compared to your slow dancing he'd start breaking dancing out of nowhere and you couldn't help but smile slowly at how unpredictable he was

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you would preform jazz songs Floyd would growl at peoples comments quietly, Jade patting his shoulder because they eyed you as if you were a pound of meat

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd can't help but have a shit eating grin when your done preforming and head into your change room because he knows that he'd be the one pampering you with kisses and knows he'll be the one that gets called honey bunny

˚₊ · »-♡→ Everybody is confused why you would call Floyd Honey bunny he's a eel but Floyd would wave them off and enjoy how you'd coo at him and press kisses upon his face though you do always remember to call him 'eely' too just for fun

˚₊ · »-♡→ One time you knocked out of Floyd due to worry he'd get hurt by a aggressive customer when he woke up after a bit he was grinning and hugging you.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul though who had to calm down the aggressive customer himself was pissed though demanding you work an extra hour because he had to spend time dealing with an 'incompetent baffoon' Jade on the other hand enjoyed watching Azul having to calm down the customer before stepping in himself.

˚₊ · »-♡→ A small gasp came from you looking around "Oh, no! Where's Floyd?" Azul couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows "Floyd? He left me in the V.I.P room when I needed him to help with aggressive customer" Azul sighed crossing his arms "No, he didn't. I hit him over the head with a frying pan and stuck him in the closet. So he wouldn't get hurt." Azul froze jaw dropping while Jade hummed giving a closed eyed smile "Makes perfect sense." "IT DOESN'T?!"

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd has cooked you many meals before and would smile watching you eat, the two of you cooking for the other with loving smiles well more like Floyd giggling and poking you with prodding hands secretly while you playfully hit him back with flour

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd leech chooses to laugh like creepily, he loved how scary he seemed to others how they would hide away in fear like scared guppies yet when you stare at him with a fond look he can't help but have another reason to love his laugh

˚₊ · »-♡→ Jade teases him about it with how he still hasn't gotten bored of you and would ditch everything even if he gets scolded even more for you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would watch you on stage when he is behind the bar smiling softly while staring at you and yourred sequined strapless dress that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and high thigh slit, pink stilettos, elegant purple opera gloves, and gold stud earrings.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would giggle as he watches you look at him while singing every now and then when touching other students to help get money fro monstro lounge

˚₊ · »-♡→ The amount of times he swoons at the way you cup his face kissing his lips and cheeks complimenting him when needed as he looks at you with a doe eyed look

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul THRIVES with the money you bring in and attention getting brands for monstro lounge though he does also worry about you and makes sure your safe too even though he knows Floyd is close to tackling anybody who would try to get near you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would grin when you try new lipstick on him as he grips onto your hips with a smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ When Floyd was in a horrendous mood due to a student claiming you were dating him out of pity he couldn't help but be sour all day grumbling to himself and hugging a pillow.

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you came into his room he couldn't help but lash out of you complaining trying to push you away yet the moment you cupped his face leaning into him he couldn't help but melt he loved your touch when you cupped his face with a grin.

˚₊ · »-♡→ "Floyd, darling. I want you to know I love you. I've loved you more than any woman's ever loved a eel.. whatever they say you and I both know that I love you dearly" he short circuited after that tackling you into his bed and laughing about how you always knew how to make his day

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jinkojinx · 9 hours ago

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Witch Y/N x some guy idk him

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thepolymorphexperience · 1 day ago

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Oh, Barbatos would definitely do this!

ur rambling about something to your f/o when they stop responding, they get all doe-eyed and stare at you.

you stop talking and raise your eyebrows. "hellooo?" you ask, teasingly.

they blink a few times and grin. "sorry, you just look so pretty/handsome right now. carry on."

you just roll your eyes and continue tallking.

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meristryker · 2 days ago

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•SUKUNA HEADCANONS•

☆ Sukuna letting you patch him up after battle, even though he can heal himself.

He simply loves the feeling of your hands on him, tender and caring, even if you're shaking with the weight of your work.

For the longest time, he kept his healing a secret from you so you'd keep tending to him, only laughing mockingly when you finally find out about his healing abilities.

"Foolish human, projecting your weakness onto me. Of course I can heal myself."

☆ Sukuna pretending to stay asleep while you run your hands over his tattoos in bed.

To the world, they mark him as a criminal. To you, they make him gorgeous.

He always startles you when his eyes snap open, and his hand settles around your wrist, as if he's caught you doing something you're not supposed to.

"Admiring me, are you? Can't say I blame you."

☆ Sukuna sweeping you off your feet any moment he gets the chance.

An arm slides around your waist, another under your legs, whilst a gravelly voice floats into your ear.

"Shouldn't have to walk all that way, hm?"

☆ Sukuna not understanding how to use your phone at all.

He stares at it as if it offends him when you're playing games on it, and to an extent it does.

Why are you paying attention to some brick when you should be paying attention to the King of Curses?

The only thing he likes about this modern technology is the way it's able to connect you two when he's away.

☆ Sukuna who doesn't know how to apologize at all.

He'd broken your laptop, getting so frustrated he'd snapped it in half.

You're understandably upset, so much so you storm off.

He doesn't understand why you're so upset, following you and invading your personal space at every turn.

"Come on, baby, you know you can't be mad at me."

He ends up buying you a new laptop.

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #y/n #x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #headcanons #maybe ooc but idk #my man i love him #fanfic

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gpcwsl · 1 day ago

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Leah Williamson x Reader

Hey, rockstar!

WC: 4.2k+

MasterList

Warnings: kissing, teasing, mentions of death (brief, kinda), very long.

Song: I found you - Alabama Shakes

It was a crisp January morning in London, the air sharp with winter’s bite. The Arsenal Women’s squad had returned from the break, with the transfer window officially closed. Among their newest additions was Y/N Y/L/N, a 25-year-old Australian signing that had come with high expectations.

You were still settling in, getting used to the cold weather and the rhythm of a new club. Wanting to make a good impression, you had arrived early for training, hoping for some quiet before the rest of the squad trickled in.

Dressed comfortably in an oversized black hoodie with the Arsenal crest embroidered on the chest, baggy grey sweatpants, and a pair of well-worn black Converse, you looked effortlessly relaxed. A silver chain peeked out from under your hoodie, glinting in the soft lounge lighting. Your dark brown wavy hair was slightly messy, curling at the ends as it framed your hazel-brown eyes. You had a ring or two on your fingers, one of them spinning absentmindedly as you settled onto one of the couches.

Placing your foot on the coffee table in front of you, you propped your guitar up on your thigh. It was an old acoustic—scratched and well-loved. Letting out a breath, your fingers skimmed over the strings before you began strumming the opening chords of a song.

“Can you see me? ‘Cause I’m right here,”

“Can you listen? ‘Cause I’ve been tryin’ to make you notice,”

“What it would mean to me,”

“To feel like somebody…,”

Your voice was smooth, rich yet soft, carrying through the empty lounge. You weren’t just playing—you were lost in it, each note sinking into your chest like second nature.

What you didn’t realize was that you weren’t alone.

Leah Williamson had arrived early too. She’d come through the doors expecting silence, maybe a quick coffee before training. What she didn’t expect was the warm, mellow voice filling the space. Stopping in her tracks, Leah’s eyes locked onto the figure on the couch.

You, completely unaware of your audience, were lost in the music, your fingers dancing effortlessly along the frets. Leah leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, letting herself listen. There was something about the way you sang—like you meant every word. It was different from the usual dressing room chaos, different from hearing someone sing along to the radio. It was raw. Real.

And then there was you yourself. The hoodie slightly oversized on your frame, the way you absentmindedly bit your bottom lip between verses, the way your fingers plucked the strings with a confidence that told Leah this wasn’t a hobby—it was a part of you.

Leah found herself smirking slightly. Talented and attractive. Interesting.

As you sang the last words, letting the final chord ring out, you finally glanced up—only to see Leah standing there, watching you.

Your heart stuttered. “Shit,” you muttered under your breath, sitting up straighter.

Leah chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You—how long were you standing there?” you asked, shifting awkwardly.

Leah pushed off the doorframe, stepping further into the room. “Long enough.”

You felt your face heat up. You’d expected to come in, play a little, and go unnoticed. But here was Leah Williamson—England captain, Arsenal legend—watching you with an amused expression.

“You’re good,” Leah said casually, nodding towards the guitar. “Didn’t take you for a musician.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart was still racing. “Just something I do on the side.”

Leah smirked. “Well, you might want to be careful playing like that around here. Some of us tend to arrive early too.”

You exhaled a laugh, shaking your head. “Noted.”

Leah gave you a wink before walking past, leaving you sitting there, gripping your guitar a little tighter.

You hadn’t even been at the club a week, and somehow, you’d already caught Leah Williamson’s attention.

Training was in full swing. The crisp January air did little to cool the intensity of the session as the team moved through drills, preparing for their next match. You had settled in well so far, blending into the squad, but there was still the unspoken pressure of proving yourself. New signings always had something to prove.

Now, you were lined up for set-piece drills, standing just outside the box, waiting for the ball to be whipped in. You steadied your breath, focusing on the movement in front of you, watching as the ball was sent into the air. You took a step forward, preparing to time your jump—

And then a hand landed lightly on your waist.

You stiffened for a second as the warmth pressed against you, and then you felt the slight pull from behind. A voice, low and teasing, brushed against your ear.

“Let’s see how good you are at this… better than singing, yeah?”

Your breath hitched, your grip tightening into fists at your sides as you turned slightly, catching Leah Williamson’s smirking face beside you. She was standing close—too close. The scent of her lingering cologne mixed with the fresh air, and the way her fingers ghosted over your waist sent an involuntary shiver up your spine.

Before you could even react, she leaned in just a little more, voice softer this time.

“You still look pretty playing on the field… just like behind a guitar.”

Your focus wavered. Just for a second. The ball was coming in, but for a brief moment, all you could think about was the way Leah’s breath tickled your skin, the way her presence wrapped around you so effortlessly.

Then, as quickly as it happened, you snapped out of it.

Shoving her lightly off you, you pushed forward, planting your feet and timing your jump perfectly. Your head met the ball cleanly, sending it straight into the top corner of the net. The sound of it hitting the back of the goal was satisfying, and when you landed, you heard the sharp whistle of approval.

“Good job, Y/N!”

You turned to see Rénne Slegers, Arsenal’s manager, watching you with a satisfied smile. Her arms were crossed, her expression pleased—not just because you won the header, but because you hadn’t let yourself get distracted.

As you jogged back to your position, you caught Leah watching you, that familiar smirk still tugging at the corner of her lips. But this time, there was something else there. Something… proud.

“Not bad,” Leah said, nodding slightly.

You rolled your eyes, brushing past her with a small smirk of your own. “Told you I wasn’t just a musician.”

Leah chuckled, jogging after you. “Guess I’ll have to keep testing that, then.”

Something told you that wouldn’t be the last time she tried to distract you.

Training had ended, and the sun was beginning to dip behind the training ground buildings, casting long shadows across the fields. You had worked hard, and despite Leah’s teasing distractions, you had proven yourself. The praise from Rénne Slegers still echoed in your head as you made your way through the corridors, the adrenaline of the session finally starting to wear off.

You walked into the lounge room, expecting the usual post-training silence, maybe a chance to grab your things and unwind for a moment.

But as soon as you opened the door, a familiar sound filled the air.

Strumming.

Your guitar.

Your eyes immediately landed on the figure sitting casually on the couch, legs stretched out, fingers effortlessly plucking at the strings of your old acoustic. Leah Williamson.

She looked up at you, that damn smirk already in place. “Oh, hey, rockstar.”

Your jaw clenched. “Leah.”

Her fingers stilled slightly, but she didn’t stop completely. Instead, she let out a playful hum before strumming again. “Gotta say, she’s got a nice sound. No wonder you sounded good earlier.”

You marched forward, irritation bubbling under your skin. “Get off my guitar.”

Leah grinned but didn’t move. Instead, she strummed again, this time actually singing along. And to your dismay… she was good. Really good.

“Can you see me? ‘Cause I’m right here…”

Your eyes widened slightly. Was she seriously singing your song from earlier? Mocking you?

You lunged forward, but Leah was quick. She jumped to her feet, still holding the guitar, stepping back with a laugh. “Relax, Y/N, I’m just borrowing it.”

“Give it back,” you demanded, stepping closer.

Leah grinned, taking another step away, still strumming. “You chase everyone who touches your stuff, or just me?”

“Leah—”

She laughed, trying to step around the coffee table, but you were faster. You grabbed her by the hoodie, yanking her back toward the couch. Leah stumbled, losing balance as you pushed her down onto the cushions. Before she could move again, you snatched the guitar from her grip.

You quickly checked it over, your fingers running along the wood, making sure nothing was scratched, nothing was broken. You turned it over in your hands, checking every part.

Leah sat up, watching you with a curious expression. “Y/N, I didn’t do anything to it.”

You ignored her, running your fingers along the fretboard, double-checking. Only when you were completely sure it was fine did you let out a breath, gripping it tightly in your lap.

Leah tilted her head. “Seriously, I was careful.”

You swallowed hard before muttering, “It was my mum’s.”

Leah’s smirk faded.

You kept your eyes on the guitar, fingers gripping the edges a little tighter. “It’s the only thing I have left of her,” you added, quieter this time.

Silence settled between you both.

Leah’s playful demeanor shifted, her smirk replaced with something softer, something more understanding. “I didn’t know,” she said, her voice quieter now.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “Yeah, well. Now you do.”

Leah watched you for a moment, then gave a small nod. “I’ll leave you and the guitar alone, then.”

You finally glanced up, meeting her gaze. She wasn’t smirking anymore. She looked… sincere.

You nodded slightly before looking away, shifting the guitar back onto your lap. “Good.”

Leah didn’t push, didn’t tease. Instead, she simply stood up, stretching slightly.

But before she left, she gave you one last glance. “For what it’s worth… she’d probably be proud of how good you are.”

And with that, she walked out, leaving you sitting there with your guitar still clutched tightly in your hands.

The next morning, you walked into the training ground with your guitar case slung over your back, your grip on it noticeably tighter than usual. After yesterday, you weren’t taking any chances.

Leah hadn’t meant any harm, but it still stung. That guitar wasn’t just an instrument to you—it was the last piece of your mum you had left. And having someone else’s hands on it, even if it was Leah Williamson, had sent your emotions spiraling.

As you made your way toward the changing rooms, fully prepared to put yesterday behind you, an arm suddenly reached out, grabbing you by the sleeve. Before you could react, you were pulled to the side—straight into the lounge room.

The door clicked softly behind you, and when you turned, Leah was standing there, a small, almost hesitant smile on her face.

“Leah, what the hell?” you muttered, shifting the guitar case on your shoulder.

Leah raised her hands slightly in surrender. “Relax. I just—” She exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck before motioning toward your guitar case. “Can I?”

Your grip tightened automatically. “Only if you’re careful,” you said firmly.

Leah nodded, taking it gently from your hands and setting it down on the couch with an almost exaggerated delicacy. “See? Careful.”

You rolled your eyes. “What do you want, Leah?”

She hesitated for a second before shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie. “I wanted to say sorry. About yesterday.”

You studied her, a little surprised. You hadn’t expected her to bring it up again.

Leah rocked on her heels slightly, glancing down before looking back up at you. “I didn’t know how much it meant to you. I should’ve realized—I mean, it was obvious when you practically tackled me to get it back.” A small smirk flickered across her face before fading again. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

You crossed your arms, shifting your weight. “It’s fine. Just don’t do it again.”

Leah nodded, but there was something else in her expression—something lingering. Then, with a casualness that felt almost forced, she said, “Let me make it up to you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “How?”

Leah’s smirk returned, but this time, it was softer. “Come out with me. Tonight.”

Your heart stuttered slightly, but you kept your expression neutral. “Like… a date?”

Leah shrugged, playing it cool. “Nah, just a ‘sorry.’” But the glint in her eyes told you otherwise.

You let the silence stretch for a beat longer than necessary, watching the way she shifted slightly under your gaze. Then, finally, you sighed.

“Alright,” you said, pretending to be reluctant. “But if this is actually a date, I’m making you pay.”

Leah’s smirk grew. “Deal.”

And with that, she grabbed your guitar case from the couch, holding it out for you with extra care. You took it, shaking your head slightly as you walked past her.

Leah Williamson had just asked you out. Well—just a sorry, as she put it.

But deep down, you both knew the truth.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of training, recovery sessions, and the occasional Hey, rockstar from Leah every time she passed you.

At first, you’d rolled your eyes, brushing it off as just another one of her teasing habits. But as the day went on, you caught yourself waiting for it—anticipating the smirk that always came with it.

By the time the evening rolled around, you found yourself standing in front of your mirror, adjusting your hoodie and brushing a hand through your hair as if you weren’t about to spend the night with Leah Williamson.

It wasn’t a date. Just a sorry.

You repeated it in your head, but deep down, the nervous energy twisting in your stomach knew better.

Then, a knock at the door.

Taking a steadying breath, you opened it—only to be met with Leah’s signature smirk and an outfit that somehow made your breath catch in your throat.

She had opted for casual-comfy, but somehow, she still managed to make it look effortlessly good. She wore an oversized grey Essentials hoodie, the sleeves slightly pushed up to reveal her forearms. A pair of well-fitted black joggers sat low on her hips, tucked slightly into white Nike Air Forces, looking perfectly broken in. A small silver ring adorned her right index finger, and a simple chain peeked out from beneath her hoodie. Over her shoulder, she carried a black Nike backpack, the strap hanging loosely in that relaxed way only she could pull off.

Her hair was slightly messy, the kind of messy that looked unintentional but perfect all the same. And when she smiled—soft this time, not teasing—your stomach flipped.

“Hey, rockstar,” she murmured.

You huffed out a small laugh, stepping aside. “You gonna keep calling me that?”

Leah shrugged, stepping in past you. “Suits you.”

You closed the door behind her, turning back—only to find her already rummaging through her backpack.

“I got something for you,” she said, pulling out a small box and holding it out toward you.

You blinked, hesitating slightly before taking it. The box was light in your hands, simple but carefully wrapped. You glanced up at her, eyebrow raised. “Leah—”

“Just open it,” she said, her tone softer than usual.

Curiosity won over, and you carefully pulled at the wrapping before lifting the lid.

Inside, nestled against black velvet, was a delicate silver necklace. A small, finely detailed guitar charm hung from the chain, catching the dim lighting of your apartment.

Your breath hitched.

For a moment, you just stared at it, fingers running lightly over the charm. “Leah…”

“I figured,” Leah said, shifting slightly, “since your guitar means so much to you, you should have something you can keep with you all the time.”

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, your fingers tightening slightly around the box.

Leah stepped closer, voice quieter now. “Want me to put it on?”

You hesitated, then nodded.

Turning around, you lifted your hair, exposing the back of your neck. You felt Leah move behind you, the warmth of her body so close it sent a shiver down your spine.

She was slow, careful, as she unclasped the necklace and draped it around your neck. The cool metal met your skin first, followed immediately by the warmth of Leah’s fingers as they brushed against you. Her touch was light—almost too light, like she was testing the waters, gauging your reaction.

You held your breath as she fastened the clasp, her fingers lingering for just a second too long.

And then—before you could even register it—her lips pressed a feather-light kiss against the side of your neck.

A shiver ran through you, your hands gripping the front of your hoodie as every nerve in your body came alive. Leah stayed there for a second longer than necessary, close enough that you could feel the ghost of her breath against your skin.

Then, just as smoothly as she had come in, she pulled away.

The air felt charged, the tension so thick you could almost touch it. You turned slowly, heart hammering against your ribs as you met her gaze.

Leah was watching you, something unreadable in her expression—something deeper than her usual teasing smirk.

“You good?” she asked, voice lower than before.

You swallowed, nodding once.

She smiled, reaching out to lightly tug the charm of the necklace. “Looks good on you, rockstar.”

And just like that, the moment was gone.

For now.

The night had passed in a blur of laughter, conversation, and the occasional lingering glance. Leah had been easier to talk to than you expected—casual, laid-back, effortlessly charming. And maybe, just maybe, you had let your guard down a little.

Now, as she walked you back to your place, her hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie, you found yourself hesitating at the door.

You weren’t ready for the night to end.

“You wanna come in?” you asked, keeping your voice as nonchalant as possible.

Leah’s smirk was immediate, but there was something softer beneath it. “Obviously.”

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head as you pushed the door open. She stepped in behind you, and the warmth of her presence filled the space instantly.

“I was thinking of ordering takeout,” you said, toeing off your shoes. “You want something?”

Leah leaned against the wall, tilting her head slightly. “Depends. What’s on the menu?”

You pulled out your phone, already scrolling through options. “Pizza?”

Leah grinned. “Solid choice, rockstar.”

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you placed the order, tossing your phone onto the counter before heading into the kitchen to grab some plates. Leah followed, perching herself on the counter like she belonged there.

She watched as you moved, her gaze lingering a little too long when you turned to grab the forks and knives from the drawer.

The moment your back was to her, she moved.

You barely had time to react before Leah’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, her body pressing into yours. Her voice was low, right against your ear.

“You looked good tonight,” she murmured.

Your breath hitched.

Leah took full advantage, her lips brushing lightly against the side of your neck—soft, teasing. Her hands splayed across your stomach, holding you in place.

“You’re bold,” you muttered, forcing your voice to stay steady.

Leah hummed in amusement, her lips barely ghosting against your skin. “You like it.”

You hated how your body reacted to her—how easily she got under your skin. Slowly, you turned in her hold, facing her. Leah didn’t move back. If anything, she leaned in closer, her eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes like she was already planning her next move.

And then—

The doorbell rang.

You blinked.

Leah blinked.

Then, with a sharp breath, you pushed her away. “That’s the food.”

Leah sighed dramatically, rocking back on her heels. “Terrible timing.”

Ignoring the way your heart was pounding, you cleared your throat, straightening your hoodie before heading to the door.

As you pulled it open and exchanged cash for the takeaway bags, you could still feel Leah’s gaze burning into you from behind.

This night was far from over.

The soft hum of music filled the room as you and Leah sat across from each other at the dining table. The plates were now empty, the meal long finished, but there was still a quiet energy between you. The conversation had ebbed, leaving behind a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the background music and the sound of you both cleaning up.

You stood up from the table, gathering the dirty dishes, and made your way to the kitchen. Leah stayed where she was for a moment, watching you with a quiet intensity, before following you in.

As you began washing the dishes, the familiar motion of scrubbing and rinsing gave you a sense of peace. The water was warm, the rhythmic sound of the sponge against the plates grounding you.

The song changed, and Play Pretend by Alex Sampson started to play softly in the background. The gentle strumming of the guitar combined with the soothing lyrics, and before you knew it, you found yourself softly singing along. You weren’t trying to, but the lyrics just slipped out, natural and effortless. It wasn’t loud—just a quiet hum as you moved around the kitchen, more focused on the task at hand than on the words coming out of your mouth.

What you didn’t notice was Leah watching you, her expression softening as she listened. The vulnerability in your voice caught her off guard. You hadn’t even meant for her to hear it, but she did—and something about it made her heart skip a beat.

Leah remained silent, the tension building between you two without a single word spoken. Her eyes never left you. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile, but there was something else there too—something more intense, more determined.

The song played on, and as you finished washing the last dish, Leah slowly got up. She moved toward you with purpose, stepping quietly so you wouldn’t notice until she was right behind you.

You didn’t have time to react before she gently took the dish from your hands and set it aside. You froze, her body so close to yours now that you could feel the warmth radiating off her. Leah’s fingers gently cupped your face, her touch surprisingly tender as she turned you toward her.

For a moment, everything went still. Her breath was warm against your skin, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver through your body.

“Can I?” Leah asked, her voice low, almost hesitant, but the sincerity in her tone was unmistakable.

You nodded without thinking, your heart racing as you stared up at her. The space between you two was so small now, the air thick with anticipation. Without another word, Leah leaned in.

Her lips brushed against yours softly at first, testing, as if she were waiting for you to pull back. When you didn’t, she deepened the kiss, her hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was slow, deliberate, each movement filled with a quiet urgency. You could feel her breath, warm and steady, against your lips as she kissed you again—deeper this time, with more confidence.

Her hands moved to your back, fingers splaying across the fabric of your shirt as if she wanted to pull you even closer, to feel you pressed against her more fully. The kiss was sweet at first, but the longer it lasted, the more the tension between you two built. You felt the weight of it, the spark that had been there all night, now igniting with every second.

Leah’s lips were soft but insistent, the kiss growing more passionate as you both gave in to it. For a moment, you forgot about everything else—the dishes, the music, the world outside. All that mattered was the way Leah held you, the way she kissed you with a hunger that had been building for far too long.

When the kiss finally broke, both of you were left breathless. Leah’s forehead rested against yours, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Her voice was quiet, but you heard the smile in her words. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you simply smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time a kiss had felt so right.

The music played softly in the background, but it felt like nothing could interrupt the quiet, lingering moment between the two of you.

You had no idea what came next, but in that moment, it didn’t matter.

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thequeenofcurses · 23 hours ago

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I WAS SO UPSET BECAUSE I LOST THIS SERIES AND I'M GLAD I FINALLY GOT TAGGED AGAIN 🖤

I didn't get to finish reading it, so now I can for sure and keep it on my blog. I love this series 🥰🖤

I hate you Masterlist

Modern!Sukuna x Reader

I hate her more than all the others. I hate her so much that sometimes when I look at her, I can hardly breathe

STATUS: COMPLETED (SECOND SEASON IN THE WORKS)

Part 1 Part 5 Part 8. Part 11

Part 2 Part 6 Part 9. Part 11.5

Part 3 Part. 7 Part 9.5. Part 12

Part 4 Part 7.5 Part 10

Asks

Tag list OPEN

#I hate you masterlist #sukuna smau #sukuna x reader #sukuna #y/n

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restinsodaroni · 22 hours ago

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Posting one of the drawings I have for chapter 15 of Come Be Lonely With Me since I’m taking forever to get it out lol (there are going to be 7 drawings this time!)

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cosmic-crashout · 10 hours ago

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Superpowered Male Reader (Emery) x Rex

Sooooooo I may have liked one design a lot more and decided to make an oc out of him, you can defintely still see him an a male reader, he’s a hero with tactile telekinesis who works at the GDA as part of the reconstruction crew (he refuses to be combative unless absolutely has to)

I like a kind of seemingly no nonsense reader (just wants to get the job done then go home) who falls for Rex despite him being the opposite of what you’d think they’d go for, different departments but still he sees Rex enough and at first it’s definitely just because of his looks (like DAMN THOSE BICEPS AND ABS) but then reader starts enjoying how unabashedly outspoken and confident he is, still definitely an asshole (til he almost dies) but hey you can’t help who you crush on sometimes

Sorry for the lil blurb but I love my boy so much rn

#invincible #cosmic works #oc x canon #y/n #rex splode x reader #rex sloan #rex splode #rex sloan x reader

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lanaroff · 2 days ago

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House of Broken Hearts- Chapter 1

Paring: Wanda Maximoff and Reader

Prologue.

Warning: Angst

The world felt different. The air had a strange heaviness to it, thick with time and the weight of years lost. The city had changed, not just in its physical structure but in the way its people moved—like everyone was trying to adjust to something they didn’t fully understand. It had been five years. Five years since the mission. Five years since the last kiss, the last touch, the last promise whispered between you and Wanda Maximoff.

You had never imagined that you wouldn’t return to her. The mission had been long, but the time away was always supposed to be temporary. You told yourself you’d be back. You had to be back. And now you were.

Stepping into the Avengers compound for the first time in half a decade, the familiar walls seemed foreign. The faces around you were different, older, their eyes holding more secrets than when you’d left. You nodded to a few familiar faces, but nothing felt the same. Not the same as it had been when you left, when everything was easier, when you were just… together.

It was supposed to be temporary. But nothing ever is.

You had been briefed, but the words they’d said to you didn’t truly hit you until now. “She’s about to marry Vision,” Fury had said as you arrived, like it was something casual, just a fact of life. But those words were like a punch to the gut.

Wanda. About to marry Vision.

The thought clung to you, echoing in your head, refusing to leave. Your heart pounded in your chest, a rhythmic reminder that the life you thought you were coming back to didn’t exist anymore.

It was like the floor had dropped out from under you.

Your breath hitched, your hands shaking as you tried to make sense of it. Five years. Five long years of separation, and she had moved on. That reality hadn’t hit you yet—not until this moment.

You wandered the halls of the compound like a ghost trying to find the briefing room, each step carrying you deeper into a nightmare you didn’t know you were walking toward. The old familiar places—the sparring rooms, the kitchen, the common areas—felt empty like they had all been forgotten. Even the air was different, colder, somehow.

And then you saw them.

Wanda was standing in the hallway, her hair flowing like fire in the low light, her posture elegant and composed. She was talking to Vision, her fingers gently touching his arm as she spoke. The sight should have been comforting, a sign of the life she had made for herself, but it wasn’t. The way Vision stood close to her, so casual in his affection, stung in a way you didn’t expect.

You should have been prepared for this moment. After all, the mission had been long. You knew the world didn’t stop spinning while you were gone. People changed. They moved on.

But seeing them together—seeing Wanda like that, about to marry him—it shattered you in a way you hadn’t been ready for.

But they didn't saw you, and you kept it that way.

Moments later, you entered the meeting room where Fury was briefing the remaining Avengers. The room went silent the moment you entered. Eyes locked onto you, faces frozen in disbelief. Five years of absence. Five years of presumed death. You could feel the weight of their stares—their shock, their confusion. Everyone was silent.

Except for Natasha.

"Where the hell have you been?" Natasha’s voice rang out, cutting through the silence with razor-sharp accusation. "Everyone thought you were dead. Do you have any idea what we’ve been through? What she has been through?" She was seething, every word laced with hurt and frustration.

You flinched but didn’t respond. Natasha was always the first to speak her mind, but there was no mistaking the anger in her eyes. She was angry at you for abandoning them. For abandoning Wanda. And maybe she had every right to be.

“Calm down, Natasha,” Tony’s voice was much quieter but still firm, as if sensing the tension in the room. He looked at you, his face softening. “It’s good to see you back. We didn’t know what happened to you. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

"Please," Steve added with a steady voice, though there was a lingering look of concern in his eyes. “We’re just glad you’re alive.”

But the truth was, none of them knew the real reason you were back. They had no idea what you’d been through in the past five years. None of them knew the story behind your disappearance—the Hydra supersoldiers you’d discovered, the brutal battles you fought. They didn’t know what you had sacrificed just to be standing here.

None of them knew about Wanda. About the promises you’d made.

As Fury began his briefing, you barely registered the words he said. Hydra was still a major threat, you had discovered three super-soldiers they’d brainwashed, and there was more work to be done. But none of it mattered. Not when your mind kept circling back to that image of Wanda, standing next to Vision.

What did she think of you now? What had happened to the woman you loved?

Then, without warning, Wanda walked into the room "Sorry we are late." She said as she entered the room with an apologetic look on her face. But soon that face turned into a completely different thing. She was seeing a ghost, and she was not sure if everyone was seeing the same thing. You were there. The person she loved. The person she thought she had lost forever. The person she had mourned night after night for 3 whole years.

"Wanda…" you breathed, a whisper escaping your lips before you could stop yourself. Your voice cracked, betraying the grief you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel until now.

She was frozen, her eyes locking onto yours. For a split second, there was a flicker of recognition, of something unspoken. But then it faded, replaced by something else—something more distant. The familiar warmth that used to light her eyes whenever she saw you was gone.

Her lips parted, and for a moment, she said nothing. Then, her gaze shifted slightly, and she gave a small, almost apologetic smile. "You’re back," she said, her voice thick with something you couldn’t quite place. Relief? Guilt? Regret? She didn’t sound surprised, which only added to the pit in your stomach.

"Yeah," you replied hoarsely, trying to keep your voice steady. "I am."

There was a long silence between the two of you, an uncomfortable pause where neither of you knew how to bridge the gap that had formed. Vision stood next to her, stoic as ever, but you could see the tension in his posture. He knew. He had to know.

“Vision,” you said, turning to him with a forced smile. "It’s good to see you."

"Likewise," Vision replied with a polite nod, but you saw the way his eyes flickered toward Wanda. He didn’t say anything more, but the air between the three of you was thick with unspoken words.

Wanda’s gaze flickered back to you, and for a moment, you swore you saw something—something deep and familiar. But it was gone before you could register it fully. She smiled again, but this time it didn’t reach her eyes. It was the kind of smile you give someone when you don’t want to hurt them but know that you already have.

"How’ve you been?" Wanda asked, her voice soft, though there was an edge to it. "We weren’t sure… I didn’t know when you’d be back."

"I’m still adjusting," you said, struggling to keep your emotions in check. "It’s been a long time. Five years is a long time."

Her expression faltered for a second, and you saw a flash of something—maybe guilt, maybe regret—pass through her eyes. But it was quickly masked. "I can’t imagine," she murmured. "But we all had to… adapt, didn’t we?"

You could hear the weight of those words, the implication hanging heavily in the air. We all had to adapt.

You wanted to ask her—did she miss you? Did she ever think about the life you had built together, or had she simply let go, buried you in the past like some forgotten dream? You wanted to scream at her, to demand answers. How could she just move on like this? How could she marry someone else when she had promised—

No. Don’t go there.

You shook your head slightly, the self-control slipping away.

Vision stepped forward then, his voice breaking through the tension. "Wanda, perhaps we should give her some space."

Wanda nodded softly, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Yeah, I think that’s a good idea," you said quietly. And with that, both Vision and Wanda left the room, leaving you standing there, trying to piece together the fragments of a life you had thought you could come back to. But that state of trance was broken by a harsh voice.

"What did you expect?" Natasha asked, her voice full of anger and sadness. She was happy to see you again, but a part of her felt betrayed that you were alive and you never told her. She needed to understand why you were gone for so long. Why you couldn't come back? Why this mission was so important that you kept yourself away from your family for 5 whole years? "She thought you were dead. We all did. And you just come back as if nothing had happened?"

"You have no idea what happened Nat." You said with a scared look on your face. A part of you was mad that things had not stayed as you left them. But was there really someone to blame other than you?

"Don't give me that bullshit Y/N!" She said as she grabbed her things with such fury that you swear that she could break them. "You should've stayed dead."

And with that, she left the room.

You didn’t know what you had expected to find when you returned, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. You couldn’t stomach the thought of facing Wanda, of seeing the woman who once meant everything to you standing by another man’s side. Or facing Natasha, who could even see you in the eye. From all the Avengers, you thought that maybe she could comprehend what you had done. The mission comes first, you were both taught. But, they were all hurt, and you were to blame.

"Ugh! That was hard to watch." Tony said, trying you lighten the mood. "Just give them time kid, I'm glad you are back."

Everyone left the room and you were left standing in the aftermath, wondering if there was any chance of finding your way back to your old life.

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