#feeding all da jade kissers

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!! congrats on 100 followers!! ┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ if it's not already taken, i'd like to request the "long-distance relationship" prompt and 🥺🌃📞 with jade (bc im obvious)? for backup, maybe "stargazing" and 🌠🙏⛺ with deuce? as always, you don't have to write it if you don't want to

thanks for always spreading joy and chaos on my feed hahaha, you're such a sweetheart ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Long-Distance Relationship; Jade Leech

Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort

Word Count; 800 (on the dot)

AN; The final drabble for the 100-follower event, and the third Jade drabble! I hope you like the direction I took this in, Rinna! *hands you a tissue just in case* As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

It felt weird, being back home. Being in your bedroom, the one that had all your personal belongings. Your clothes. Your memories. You were back, no longer in Twisted Wonderland, which you dared not share with anyone else save they question you, or worse off, it wasn’t real. But it was real, the photos showed that much. Photos of your friends. Photos of all of the different events. Photos of the man that had captured your heart. A coy smile, a glint in his mismatched eyes, and hands that would gently hold yours. You missed Twisted Wonderland, you missed Jade.

You looked towards the window, seeing the faintest hints of the thin curve of the moon, and only the brightest stars being visible due to all the light. There was no magic… and everything seemed more dull without it. Of course, you would be struck with all these thoughts in the dead of night, with only the barking of the neighbour’s dog and the sound of far-off sirens keeping you company. It was no use staring out the window, or worse, the ceiling, and yearning for a place you couldn’t return to. So you got up and went to your desk, to look through the photos that still moved. That gave you bright smiles… that reminded you that your heart was elsewhere.

You stalled on the one photograph; it was a photo of Jade on a mountaintop, looking at you as the sun set behind him.

“Prefect, let me help you up. Are you alright, it seems like you tripped over something,” you heard his voice play in your head. The photo played on a loop, of him turning around and giving you a kind yet playful look. Of a perfect moment in time.

You didn’t even have time to give him a proper goodbye, having been sucked through a mirror suddenly; much like your sudden arrival. “I miss you,” you whispered. 

Closing the photo album gently, you went to the window. Nothing had changed since you left. All of your trinkets from over the years were still in their places. And you don’t really know what compelled you, but you picked up the small snail shell that you picked up from a shop, and you held it to your ear.

If you hold a shell to your ear, you’ll hear the ocean. So you listened, and while it did remind you of the crashing waves at the beach, it reminded you of Jade. Only once you get close enough could you hear them, telling you his thoughts only once you had earned his trust. Earned his respect.

“I find it humorous,” you heard him hum, “how my unique magic is Shock the Heart, yet with you, it feels like it has been cast on me.” 

You brought the shell to your lips. “Please, I just want to see him again. To hear him… please.” But the only thing that happened was a breeze coming through the window screen.

There was no magic, so wishes don’t come true here, especially not such large and impossible ones.

I should try to get some sleep… So you crawled back under the covers, clutching a pillow to your chest as you fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But after what felt like only a few short moments, you were jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. That’s weird, I usually keep it on silent… UGH, WHY IS IT SO LOUD?! It’s too early for this.

You blindly groped around for your phone, but once you had it in hand you realized it wasn’t the source of the ringing. You checked the landline, which was also not the source. The ringing wasn’t coming from either of the phones. “Where the hell is it coming from,” you muttered. “It’s too early for this!” The sun wasn’t even up yet!

But you found what was making the ruckus; it was the shell. That shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be possible. Shells don’t ring. There’s no magic here that could do that. But you picked it up, holding your breath.

“Hello?” It was Jade. By some miracle, the voice on the other side of the… shell? Phone? Shell phone? Was Jade.

You felt like your centre of gravity had shifted. “Jade,” you choked out.

You heard a soft exhale on the other side of the line. “After so many attempts, I finally found you.” For the first time, you heard so many emotions at once just in his voice. “We never got the chance, but, Prefe-... Y/N, I love you, and somehow, we will meet again.”

He feels the same. He… loves me. “I love you too.”

And the connection between shells never broke, and one day, the two of you shall meet again.

[eynnwwyjth]

THIS ONE GIVES ME THE FEELS BUT I HAVE ONE THING TO SAY

hi dove!! congrats on 100 followers!! ┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ if it's not already taken, i'd like to request the "long-distance relationship" prompt and 🥺🌃📞 with jade (bc im obvious)? for backup, maybe "stargazing" and 🌠🙏⛺ with deuce? as always, you don't have to write it if you don't want to

thanks for always spreading joy and chaos on my feed hahaha, you're such a sweetheart ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Long-Distance Relationship; Jade Leech

Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort

Word Count; 800 (on the dot)

AN; The final drabble for the 100-follower event, and the third Jade drabble! I hope you like the direction I took this in, Rinna! *hands you a tissue just in case* As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

It felt weird, being back home. Being in your bedroom, the one that had all your personal belongings. Your clothes. Your memories. You were back, no longer in Twisted Wonderland, which you dared not share with anyone else save they question you, or worse off, it wasn’t real. But it was real, the photos showed that much. Photos of your friends. Photos of all of the different events. Photos of the man that had captured your heart. A coy smile, a glint in his mismatched eyes, and hands that would gently hold yours. You missed Twisted Wonderland, you missed Jade.

You looked towards the window, seeing the faintest hints of the thin curve of the moon, and only the brightest stars being visible due to all the light. There was no magic… and everything seemed more dull without it. Of course, you would be struck with all these thoughts in the dead of night, with only the barking of the neighbour’s dog and the sound of far-off sirens keeping you company. It was no use staring out the window, or worse, the ceiling, and yearning for a place you couldn’t return to. So you got up and went to your desk, to look through the photos that still moved. That gave you bright smiles… that reminded you that your heart was elsewhere.

You stalled on the one photograph; it was a photo of Jade on a mountaintop, looking at you as the sun set behind him.

“Prefect, let me help you up. Are you alright, it seems like you tripped over something,” you heard his voice play in your head. The photo played on a loop, of him turning around and giving you a kind yet playful look. Of a perfect moment in time.

You didn’t even have time to give him a proper goodbye, having been sucked through a mirror suddenly; much like your sudden arrival. “I miss you,” you whispered. 

Closing the photo album gently, you went to the window. Nothing had changed since you left. All of your trinkets from over the years were still in their places. And you don’t really know what compelled you, but you picked up the small snail shell that you picked up from a shop, and you held it to your ear.

If you hold a shell to your ear, you’ll hear the ocean. So you listened, and while it did remind you of the crashing waves at the beach, it reminded you of Jade. Only once you get close enough could you hear them, telling you his thoughts only once you had earned his trust. Earned his respect.

“I find it humorous,” you heard him hum, “how my unique magic is Shock the Heart, yet with you, it feels like it has been cast on me.” 

You brought the shell to your lips. “Please, I just want to see him again. To hear him… please.” But the only thing that happened was a breeze coming through the window screen.

There was no magic, so wishes don’t come true here, especially not such large and impossible ones.

I should try to get some sleep… So you crawled back under the covers, clutching a pillow to your chest as you fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But after what felt like only a few short moments, you were jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. That’s weird, I usually keep it on silent… UGH, WHY IS IT SO LOUD?! It’s too early for this.

You blindly groped around for your phone, but once you had it in hand you realized it wasn’t the source of the ringing. You checked the landline, which was also not the source. The ringing wasn’t coming from either of the phones. “Where the hell is it coming from,” you muttered. “It’s too early for this!” The sun wasn’t even up yet!

But you found what was making the ruckus; it was the shell. That shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be possible. Shells don’t ring. There’s no magic here that could do that. But you picked it up, holding your breath.

“Hello?” It was Jade. By some miracle, the voice on the other side of the… shell? Phone? Shell phone? Was Jade.

You felt like your centre of gravity had shifted. “Jade,” you choked out.

You heard a soft exhale on the other side of the line. “After so many attempts, I finally found you.” For the first time, you heard so many emotions at once just in his voice. “We never got the chance, but, Prefe-... Y/N, I love you, and somehow, we will meet again.”

He feels the same. He… loves me. “I love you too.”

And the connection between shells never broke, and one day, the two of you shall meet again.

[dove-da-birb]

Shell phone hotline!

hi dove!! congrats on 100 followers!! ┌⁠(⁠・⁠。⁠・⁠)⁠┘⁠♪ if it's not already taken, i'd like to request the "long-distance relationship" prompt and 🥺🌃📞 with jade (bc im obvious)? for backup, maybe "stargazing" and 🌠🙏⛺ with deuce? as always, you don't have to write it if you don't want to

thanks for always spreading joy and chaos on my feed hahaha, you're such a sweetheart ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Long-Distance Relationship; Jade Leech

Content; Gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort

Word Count; 800 (on the dot)

AN; The final drabble for the 100-follower event, and the third Jade drabble! I hope you like the direction I took this in, Rinna! *hands you a tissue just in case* As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

It felt weird, being back home. Being in your bedroom, the one that had all your personal belongings. Your clothes. Your memories. You were back, no longer in Twisted Wonderland, which you dared not share with anyone else save they question you, or worse off, it wasn’t real. But it was real, the photos showed that much. Photos of your friends. Photos of all of the different events. Photos of the man that had captured your heart. A coy smile, a glint in his mismatched eyes, and hands that would gently hold yours. You missed Twisted Wonderland, you missed Jade.

You looked towards the window, seeing the faintest hints of the thin curve of the moon, and only the brightest stars being visible due to all the light. There was no magic… and everything seemed more dull without it. Of course, you would be struck with all these thoughts in the dead of night, with only the barking of the neighbour’s dog and the sound of far-off sirens keeping you company. It was no use staring out the window, or worse, the ceiling, and yearning for a place you couldn’t return to. So you got up and went to your desk, to look through the photos that still moved. That gave you bright smiles… that reminded you that your heart was elsewhere.

You stalled on the one photograph; it was a photo of Jade on a mountaintop, looking at you as the sun set behind him.

“Prefect, let me help you up. Are you alright, it seems like you tripped over something,” you heard his voice play in your head. The photo played on a loop, of him turning around and giving you a kind yet playful look. Of a perfect moment in time.

You didn’t even have time to give him a proper goodbye, having been sucked through a mirror suddenly; much like your sudden arrival. “I miss you,” you whispered. 

Closing the photo album gently, you went to the window. Nothing had changed since you left. All of your trinkets from over the years were still in their places. And you don’t really know what compelled you, but you picked up the small snail shell that you picked up from a shop, and you held it to your ear.

If you hold a shell to your ear, you’ll hear the ocean. So you listened, and while it did remind you of the crashing waves at the beach, it reminded you of Jade. Only once you get close enough could you hear them, telling you his thoughts only once you had earned his trust. Earned his respect.

“I find it humorous,” you heard him hum, “how my unique magic is Shock the Heart, yet with you, it feels like it has been cast on me.” 

You brought the shell to your lips. “Please, I just want to see him again. To hear him… please.” But the only thing that happened was a breeze coming through the window screen.

There was no magic, so wishes don’t come true here, especially not such large and impossible ones.

I should try to get some sleep… So you crawled back under the covers, clutching a pillow to your chest as you fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But after what felt like only a few short moments, you were jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing. That’s weird, I usually keep it on silent… UGH, WHY IS IT SO LOUD?! It’s too early for this.

You blindly groped around for your phone, but once you had it in hand you realized it wasn’t the source of the ringing. You checked the landline, which was also not the source. The ringing wasn’t coming from either of the phones. “Where the hell is it coming from,” you muttered. “It’s too early for this!” The sun wasn’t even up yet!

But you found what was making the ruckus; it was the shell. That shouldn’t be possible. It can’t be possible. Shells don’t ring. There’s no magic here that could do that. But you picked it up, holding your breath.

“Hello?” It was Jade. By some miracle, the voice on the other side of the… shell? Phone? Shell phone? Was Jade.

You felt like your centre of gravity had shifted. “Jade,” you choked out.

You heard a soft exhale on the other side of the line. “After so many attempts, I finally found you.” For the first time, you heard so many emotions at once just in his voice. “We never got the chance, but, Prefe-... Y/N, I love you, and somehow, we will meet again.”

He feels the same. He… loves me. “I love you too.”

And the connection between shells never broke, and one day, the two of you shall meet again.