Angel ♱

𝜗𝜚 Angel│she/her│'60s fashion nerd│writing for twst <3

꒰ Hiiiii my name's Angelica/Angel! I love writing cutesie little love stories and making the reader as sweet as sugar (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ꒱

✧˖° MASTER LIST ✧˖° ABOUT ME/RULES

It's like in Tomodachi Life, when your miis ask you to look inside their heads, but instead of food or something, I just have one big tumbleweed... rustle rustle...

♡ Okay sooo, I know Vil doesn't exactly wear a bonnet in his sleepwear vignette, but it's totally the same thinguhhh!!

♡ Personally, I don't like wearing my bonnet because I feel so so silly, but I know I'll pay for my crimes in the morning when my hair looks like a mess (•́ ᴖ •̀). Ughhh, but having a most handsome model boyfriend, such as Vil and seeing him wear one would motivate me like no other!

♡ Hehe, I can just imagine him lightly scolding you when you're embarrassed when wearing it―Vil yapping to you about how important wearing a bonnet is for your hair. He'd kiss your forehead oh so charmingly, before tying the strings of your bonnet into a cute little bow (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

"Ahem." Vil questions with a raised brow.

You really thought that if you burrito-ed yourself under the covers, he wouldn't notice the lack of bonnet on your head... Rookie mistake.

Guilty, you sit up. Pouting as you feel Vil's weight on the mattress.

"Darling, how many times must I remind you?" With a manicured figure, he tilts your chin up to face him. You see his disappointed frown.

With a sigh, you pull your knees to your chest. "I don't like it." You say it simply.

Vil glides his hand down your hair, patting you as if you were a puppy. "Yes, I know." He coos. "It's just for sleeping, Dear. There is no need to be embarrassed for taking care of yourself."

You watch as he leans over to the bedside drawer, pulling out the silk bonnet Vil had gifted you many moons ago. "Besides, even a model such as I wears one." A proud smile graces his lips.

As graceful as one can be when putting on a bonnet, Vil carefully places it on your head, making sure all of your locks are perfectly situated inside.

His powerful gaze makes you pull your knees closer to your chest, suddenly shyer than before. Though you smile as he ties a pretty bow―it's the only part you actually like. "Make sure the bow is perfect."

Vil smirks. Perhaps he's rubbing off on you a little too much. "Who do you think you're speaking to?"

A delicate kiss is placed on your forehead, and you bask in the sensation for as long as you can. He's usually wearing lipstick that smudges all over your face.

He sighs, "It's getting quite late. Let's not neglect our beauty sleep, darling." Like a swan, he lies down next to you, opening his arms as an invitation he knows you'll take. Though choose which position you want very carefully―Vil gets moody if you move too much...

As you shuffle closely into his chest, you suddenly think of one last demand to make. "Vil." You whisper all sweet-like. Pointing to your lips, you ask, "Pretty please?"

He tuts like a disappointed mother before cradling your cheek with his hand. "You're such a greedy little thing today." Vil kisses your lips almost teasingly, "But, I suppose just one won't hurt."

♡ In twst, we don't know of anyone who is currently in a relationship, has a crush, or anything like that. So what if Floyd was the one who managed to bag a babe? ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

♡ I think it's kinda funny if Floyd, out of all people, had some secret girlfriend back home in the Coral Sea that nobody at school knew about (other than Jade and Azul ofc). Like, what if he just brought it up on some Tuesday or something, like he was just talking about the weather? Or imagine everyone trying to visualise what kind of girl would possibly date Floyd, and he's all confused because, duh, of course he has a girlfriend!

♡ I reckon the two of you met really young, like in elementary school, and instantly you clicked―two peas in a pod! Jade was happy that Floyd had found a worthy mate, and Georgina was simply over the moon when she first heard of his son's little girlfriend―you're simply adorable!

♡ The two of you would be so so adorable. It would be even more cute if Floyd's girlfriend happened to be a total sweetie pie! UGH, and imagine when the whole of Twst cast meet you for the first time, and it's a total shocker when they see this utter cute-patootie that is soooo in love with a clown (a cute clown heheee) like Floyd. And what's this? Floyd is actually a good boyfriend at that, whaaaaa?

♡ Anyways, that's just my thoughts hehe. I just love the idea of Floyd being head-over-heels in love and a total secret romantic. I would love to write a full fic on this, but I'll save it for the futureeee.

The other day, I saw someone on TikTok mention how Floyd only calls his closest friends/people (Jade and Azul) by their names.

Which I didn't think much of until now, because that means if Floyd were to be in a relationship with someone, wouldn't that mean he would do that too?

And because in my fanfics the reader is often Yuu, that means Floyd would drop their Shrimpy nickname (•́ ᴖ •̀) And that got me thinking even more―what would Floyd call his girlfriend/partner?

I love love love making up little pet names for the twst boys to call their partners, but I really have no clue what Floyd's would be!

Maybe he would just call them the generic "baby/babe" pet name but i'm so unsure!!!

Guys... would it be okay if I started posting some spicy fics? (ó﹏ò｡)

I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, and that's fine―but i've just got a a couple of spicy things in my drafts and I was just wondering if anyone would be interested if I posted them

No hard feelings if you don't wanna read 'em!

"While I'm far away from you, my baby. I know it's hard for you, my baby." ♡

Azul Ashengrotto comforts reader after escaping Scarabia ୨ৎ

Content ― Set in book 4, when Yuu crashes at Octavinelle for the night, Reader is Yuu, reader is a lady, not proofread, unestablished relationship, one tiny smooch on the cheek, Azul has a FAT crush on you and it shows, reader is (very lightly) implied to be shorter than Azul

799 Word count⌇Guys, if I were Yuu in book 4, I would be absolutely terrified. What do you mean they were forced to walk each day without water?!? (uh oh, exercise is my biggest fear)

You tried to fall asleep, you really tried. Oh, but the thought of those nasty Scarabia students coming back once more to take you away gave you a thorough scare―just the though of it made you shiver.

You glance beside you. Grim seems to be sleeping just fine. You smile, happy that at least one of you two was taking the situation well―god knows you weren't.

Giving your companion a delicate kiss on his fur-covered head, you crept from beneath the covers, tip-toeing out of a spare room Azul had appointed you to for the night.

Oh, Azul...

For someone who aimed to take away your dear Ramshackle in the past, he was very charming. Azul wasn't at all the villain you once thought he was―no, he was sweet.

The Monstro Lounge kitchen had never looked so empty before―almost uncanny. You had wanted to grab a glass of water to soothe your worries, but that idea of comfort now just proved to make you more unsettled.

Glass in hand, you hurry back down the hallway you came from―only to bump into a certain octopus.

"Eek!" You stutter backwards, and water splashes onto your borrowed pyjamas, making you even more on edge.

A hand gently grips your arm, steadying you with utmost care. "My apologies, prefect. I didn't mean to startle you." Azul's hands retreat back to his sides. He furrows his brows, noticing your sad, almost dazed expression. "Are you... alright?"

Your bottom lip trembles―gosh, why'd he have to ask that! Trying your best to curl your lips into a smile, you manage a small, "I'm f-fine."

Azul simply sighs, noticing how blatantly unwell you are. He leans down slightly to level with you. "Prefect, please. It's not my intention to overstep a boundary, but I―"

Hold on, did you just sniffle?

Hot tears dribble down your cheeks, nose all red and stuffy as you rush to wipe away your embarrassment. "S-Sorry, 'zul―I don't wanna be a burden on you." With your face hidden by your hands, you don't seem to notice his worried expression.

This wasn't at all what Azul expected. He had no experience comforting others―especially a lady, a very beautiful lady at that.

He awkwardly presents a handkerchief, the other hand patting your back gently as though the slightest touch would cause your sobs to grow louder. "H-Hey, it's alright now, Yuu. No need for tears!"

You glance up to see the handkerchief being offered to you "Oh, Azul!" Ignoring his gift, you fall right into his arms―your hand still gripping the glass tightly. "What i-if they come back, again?"

Azul is as stiff as a board, his hands sweating profusely as his cheeks redden. This was certainly not what he had expected―and very, very inappropriate!

But still, he manages to ask, "Who? Yuu, who is concerning you? Tell me, and I'll do my best to fix it."

"Those Scarabia students..." you cry solemnly into his chest.

Ah, so this is what has gotten you so emotional.

Azul mindfully takes the glass out of your hand, placing it on a nearby table―your fingers curl into the fabric on his back. A shaky, nervous hand reaches up to touch the back of your head, slowly moving to cradle it like you were a delicate creature.

"There, there." His voice is soft, almost unsure that what he is doing is the right course of action. "You saw how the twins fought them off earlier, didn't you? I assure you nothing bad will happen."

"Yes, but what about tomorrow when we go b-back―what if something bad happens?" Your glistening eyes peer up at Azul.

"I―..." Azul is at a loss for words; it's not every day you have a crying lady in your arms. "Nonsense. I won't allow that to happen!" Seeing your sniffle into his chest arouses something protective deep within him.

"Please, everything will be just fine, Yuu. What you need is a good night's rest―you must not neglect your sleep."

Nodding, you let go of Azul, wiping away your tears with your sleeves. You look up at him all timid-like, almost like you were waiting for him to make the first move.

"Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" Hesitantly, he places a hand on your back.

Hearing you mutter a small yes, Azul guides you back to the quest bedroom. You hear Grim's loud snores even from outside the room.

"Prefect... everything will turn out just fine, alright?"

Before you open the door, you turn back to him―leaning up to place a delicate kiss on Azul's cheek. "Thank you for taking care of me, Azul." Finally, you smile. "You're the sweetest octopus I've ever met." And with that, you turn away.

Azul is left stunned, blushing, and quite frankly, very confused.

Song Title: Dedicated to the one I love, by The Mamas & The Papas ୨ৎ

Mai i request if the reader accidentally hit the third-year boys (add boys from another year if u want , actually, do whatever easy kn you). in their sensitive area (if you know what I mean…(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) but if you’re not comfortable with that idea, she can hit them anywhere else) accidentally. Then she gives them candy from her bag to make up for it, because she didn’t really know what to do and just did that without thinking (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

The third years getting their ballz hit ⭑.ᐟ

It's all the third years except Lilia, love him but I just can't write for him :( ୨ৎ

Content ― Reader is a lady (fem), some kissy kissy, not proofread, a lot of talk about balls, established relationship, tinsy bit suggestive.

2,958 Word count⌇Wowie, this took me 2 whole months... and I still have two more requests to do !!

Trey ⋆˙⟡

↳ Trey smiles down at you like a proud mother, chuckling at your concentrated expression. "That's it, sweetheart."

Your chest suddenly felt fuzzy from his praise―your grip on your pencil faltering slightly. Trey had spent the last hour helping you with your math homework―the two of you alllll alone in Ramshackle (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Examining your finished equation, Trey kisses your forehead as encouragement―you're gonna need it. There are still many things to catch up on.

"So, what do you think I'll get on my next math test?" You ask curiously, eyes wide with interest. "One hundred per cent?"

He chuckles, patting your head softly before continuing to read over your answers. "Maybe not that high. Let's aim for eighty, okay?"

You sigh, but it was true; you were getting a little carried away. You mindlessly stretch your legs, which rest in Trey's lap, not noticing them dig into a certain area on his body.

"AH―"

You feel a tight grip on your left ankle, glancing to see Trey hurled over and dragging your leg away from his crotch―your math book fallen to the floor.

Scrambling to sit next to your aching boyfriend, you awkwardly pat his arm, "O-Oh, did I...?" You pout, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even notice!"

Trey struggles to laugh, shaking his head in utter disbelief that his own girlfriend just kicked him in the balls. "H-Hey, Hey―it's fine, sweetheart. J-Just gimme a moment..."

You bite your nails anxiously, before realising something―you left candy in your purse! Rushing to open your bag, you dig out a handful of sweets, shoving them into the chest of your wounded soldier (Trey).

"Is this...?" Through the pain, Trey can't help but chuckle at your action. "O-Oh, my love, how cute. Is this all for me, I wonder?"

Noticing his teasing, you whine, "Hey, you always say there's nothing a dessert can't fix!"

He pulls you closer to him, kissing your cheek before replying, "That's right." Trey sighs as he slowly recovers from the pain, "Nothing to be sorry for, baby. C'mere, j-just mind my..." Trey trails off.

Cater ⋆˙⟡

↳ "'Kay, if it's a boy, I wanna call him Cater-Junior."

You shriek in horror, tutting disapprovingly. "Nuh-uh―that's not cute at all!"

The two of you probably should've gone to bed hours ago. But here you were instead, discussing future baby names, cuddled up in your boyfriend's bed.

"Don't be so fussy, babes, if we have a girl, we can call it totally name it after you." Cater teases, twirling a rouge strand of your hair.

You snuggle further into his chest, sighing at his antics―the feeling of your hair being played with causes butterflies to fly around in your tummy (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶).

It was late nights with your lover that you enjoyed most, just the two of you curled up together with no one around―no one to please or act differently for.

"Wouldn't it be crazy if we raised a future serial killer?"

You whip your head around to cast Cater a dirty look, giving him a playful smack to his leg... Or at least, you thought it was his leg...

"OOF!" Cater folds forward, clutching his crotch as he continuously smacks the pillow beside him. "D-DAMN, GIRL!" Oh dear, he's gonna wake up the whole dorm with his hooting and hollering!

"Shhh, shhh! Please, baby, I swear I'll kiss it better later if you stay quiet!" You practically beg him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster, but it seems you may have packed too much of a punch.

Patting your pyjama pockets, you remember something: earlier today, you hid a piece of candy in there! You whip it out, noticing the flavour on the packaging: salted pretzel―huh, interesting flavour.

You practically throw it at him, pouting sweetly as you speak, "won't you forgive me?"

Cater pauses his rocking-back-to-front motions and lets out one last pained groan; still, his disturbed expression remains. "O-Oohhh my sevens..." he barely manages to get out his words. "It h-hurts so much, baby, you have no idea!"

He's right, but from his slouched posture and grossed-out look, you have an idea.

The sweet is taken from your hands, Cater falling back onto the pillows as he unwraps it rather quickly before yanking you down with him. He squeezes you tight, like somehow you could suddenly take away the ache in his balls (heh balls ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀))

"Listen, babes, there's a chance we can longer have those kids we were talking about."

You roll your eyes.

Leona ⋆˙⟡

↳ "Leona, what's dusk-weed?" Your eyes squinted as you peered down at your textbook. Lately, you've been having an awful lot of trouble with your potions homework (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

He grumbles beside you, lazing away in his usual napping place, the botanical garden.

Glancing at your homework, he quickly realised what you were dealing with. "Mm, a sleeping potion, huh. Don't worry, sweetheart, s'easy." Leona lets out a lengthy yawn, "Think you can find it somewhere here."

After giving you a brief explanation, he shuts his eyes once more, stretching out his arms rather obnoxiously. Perhaps he was aiming to annoy you out of studying so you can lie with your lover ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).

"Ughhh, I'm trying to study here, boy!" You whine, though a flash of blue quickly catches your attention. You gasp, "Omigosh, look, Leona! It's a butterfly."

Oh, has he really fallen asleep that quickly?

Heavy textbooks fall off your lap with a loud thud―your posture straightening as you try your best to sneak another glance. It's right there―resting on a bush right next to your boyfriend.

You slowly crawl over, whispering in awe, "So cute". You lean over Leona's lap, inching closer and closing to the sweet little bug.

"ARGH" Leonas eyes burst open, his hand shooting up to grasp your leg rather tightly in shock.

You don't notice your mistake until you look down―at his crotch. "Eek, 'm so sorry, baby!" Removing your knee from its previous position, you try your best to comfort your lover.

Leona rolls over to his side, his back facing you, as pained grunts escape his mouth. "H-Hah, s-shit." He seethes through his teeth. "D-Damn, sweetheart..."

In a panic, your brain scrambles to find a solution to this dilemma―you just knead your boyfriend in the balls! But when you pat your pockets and find a small bulge, you quickly remember, candy solves everything.

"I'm really sorry..." You offer him a strawberry-flavoured treat.

Through his pain, Leona twists his body so he can look you in the eyes. He chuckles through his disturbed expression. "H-Heh, you have some nerve." His voice is strained.

Leona reaches a large hand to pat your head, shaking his head in utter disbelief―for such a sweet thing, you're very strong. "Y-You―...You think some piece of sugar is gonna make my balls all better, babygirl?" He teases.

You smack him on his shoulder, "I'll knee you even harder next time, then! How 'bout that, you ungrateful man?" You say with a tut.

Leona only snickers. Even with his previous statement, he still takes the candy from your hand, sighing heavily as he lies once more on his back, pulling you down with him.

"Ha, that's what I like to hear." You hear the sound of a wrapper crinkling.

Vil ⋆˙⟡

↳ Vil is focused. His eyes squinted as he peered down at you, a finger resting beneath your chin to tilt your head from side to side―he hummed for a moment; you couldn't tell whether he thought positively or negatively.

When you asked him what makeup and hairstyle you should do for the day, you never would have thought Vil would take it so seriously. But who are you kidding? It's Vil we are talking about.

"Hmm, you have such sweet eyes, darling." Hehe, really? (˶˃𐃷˂˶). He continues his ministrations, dapping eyeshadow onto your eyes. "But such dry skin." Vil tuts before pinching your nose teasingly. "How many times do I have to tell you to drink more water!"

You pout childishly, "I try to, promise! I just forget sometimes..."

Vil disapprovingly sighs, shortly after concluding your eye makeup, finishing off his work with a pleased hum. "Ah, I've done it again. You look fabulous!" He turns your chin to look in the vanity mirror, your dolled-up look puts a smile on your face, complimenting your rosy cheeks.

"Oooo~!" You let out a little awes as you examine your makeup, Vil smiling (smugly) as you giggle in glee.

Your hand moves away from your face, resting on the edge of the table―next to a very heavy hair-dryer. One wrong mishap and it slips down from his vanity, hitting one of his most vital areas! Oh golly gosh ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! You wouldn't have even noticed your little accident if it wasn't for Vil's ear-piercing yell...

"KYAAAAA!!" He cries out, his pitch as high as a little girl's voice. Snapping your head in the direction of his sudden scream, you instantly notice his curled-up position―his hand clutching the area where the hair-dryer once was...

You gasp in shock. How could you punch your only boyfriend in the balls!? "O-Oh my, I can't believe I just did that. Vil, please tell me you're alright!" Glancing over to your purse, a sudden idea pops into your head―candy makes everyone feel better!

You rub his shoulder in an attempt at comfort, holding out a sweet in front of him. "Vil?"

Finally, he raises his head, his uncharacteristically flushed-out expression oddly cute. He breathes out a flustered sigh, embarrassed by his earlier behaviour, but endeared by your gift. "T-That was... uncalled for, my darling."

"Are you mad at me?"

Sitting up straight, Vil takes the candy from you before running a hand down his face. He shakes his head, "It was an honest mistake, so I will let it slide." Vil chuckles breathlessly as he examines the sweet, "―besides, what a charming gift you've given me."

Rook ⋆˙⟡

↳ Your fingers weave Rook's golden locks, brushing out his knotty hair after a long day of getting up to no good―how adventurous your lover is!

"Mmph, Rook, how does your hair get this messy after just one day?" You grunt as you concentrate on a rather tedious knot.

He simply laughs as he leans back into your touch. "Ah, my belle, won't you forgive me this once?" Rook teases with a smile. He thinks you're beginning to sound a lot like Vil.

Rook adjusts his position on the floor, seated right between your legs as you sit high and mighty in his desk chair. His head lolls to the side, cheek brushing against your knee as he hums, satisfied as you brush through his tangled mane.

Though after your loud whines and grunts fill the silence, Rook finally notices the rather strong pull on his hair. "Ha ha, are you trying to pull my hair out, mon amour? What sweet sounds you are making!"

You're on the verge of giving up; the hairbrush is quite literally caught in his hair! Grunting rather embarrassingly loud, you tug with all your might, even earning a few whimpers from your love-sick boyfriend (๑>؂•̀๑). Finally, you manage to untangle Rook's hair―at the expense of his balls.

"O-Oh! Oh là là!" Rook tries to laugh, but it more so comes out as a strangled and pained moan. "My s-sweet, sweet little t-trickster..."

Looking down, you notice the head of a hairbrush in his lap, just now realising only the handle is left in your hand. You must've pulled a tad bit too hard...

After realising your mistake, you try to comfort Rook to the best of your abilities, "Rook, I didn't mean to, I swear it―I'm so so sorry!" You sit down next to him to rub his shoulder sympathetically.

Even while he's bent down in pain and clutching his crotch, Rook still smiles through it all. "A-Ah, do not apologise to me, for I admire your strength, ma beauté. What an amazing woman you are!"

Ignoring his lovey-dovey-ness, you remember a little dessert you had hidden away in your pocket. You dig through your clothes to find a raspberry-flavoured candy―aha, this will surely solve this dilemma!

You place the treat into his hands, "Will this make you feel better?"

Rook lets out a long, dazed sigh, grabbing your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles. "How adorable of you to offer me such a gift." He smiles as he looks down at the prize in his hand, and the other cradles your cheek with a love-sick expression. "Why, thank you. Though you should know that just the smile on your face is enough to soothe my ills, Mon cœur."

You return the favour, kissing his lips softly just in case the candy wasn't enough of an apology.

"Okay, so... did you think we can still have a baby someday?"

Idia ⋆˙⟡

↳ "Hehe, I win again!" Idia cackles, poking your shoulder teasingly as the screen in front of you confirms his victory.

You sulk, how does he keep doing this! "Idia, can't you go easy on me just this once? You know I'm new to this game!" You glance up at him with your best puppy dog eyes.

It looks as though Idia almost falls victim to your persuasion―until he doesn't.

"HA, no way―you snooze, you lose, noob."

It was your turn to hit his shoulder, whining how he should "go easy on you" because you're "not used to this world's games!"

He simply sticks out his tongue, "Listen, we can go for a rematch, but I can't guarantee you that I'll hone back my epic skills and all."

You sigh, flinging the controller to the other side of the bed and falling back onto your back―perhaps that was enough gaming for one day.

"MMPH!" Uh, what was that noise?

Sitting back up, you automatically notice Idia hurled up into a ball, clutching his... crotch?

"O-Oh jeez, d-don't look at me!" He grunts, his face as red as a tomato. "Why'd y-you have to hit me in my most critical a-area!" Oh, maybe you didn't fling the controller to the other side of the bed after all...

Freezing up, you glance around the room, looking for something magical to solve your boyfriend's ills―of course, candy! Grabbing your purse, you fiddle around to find a handful of blue raspberry-flavoured candies.

You poke him gently, shoving the sweets into his hands with even bigger puppy-dog eyes than before. "Baby, I'm so very sorry!" Kissing his cheek, you pat his back sympathetically. "Won't you forgive me?"

Oh, oh boy... what a sight this was! Idia blushes at your adorable little gesture, the pounding in his heart greater than the one in his.. balls...

The tips of his hair flash pink, "U-Uh, don't worry 'bout it―I was just being d-dramatic!" He wasn't, a controller to the balls is no joke.

Woo, your idea worked! You smile fondly before granting him another kiss―this time, right on the lips (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).

Malleus ⋆˙⟡

↳ You gently tug on Malleus's coat, grabbing his attention. Pointing to a run-down statue, you spout a question, "Hornton, is that a grotesque?" Your tone is curious and gentle.

Malleus smiles, almost proudly, "Why yes, it is. You are a rather quick learner, dearest."

His hand reaches down to uncurl your fingers from his coat, replacing the fabric with his gentle touch. Your hand feels safe and warm in his hold.

What a romantic scene. The magic-less human of Ramshackle and the fearsome Malleus Draconia strolling around campus deep into the night was truly a sight to behold. What on earth could go wrong? (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

"Child of man, do you know why this statue is not classified as a gargoyle?"

Your gaze diverts from his like a blushing maiden―such romantic questions make you oh so nervous! "O-Oh, well... it's simple really." Malleus tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "Whilst it's pleasing to the eye, it serves no real function."

Malleus has never looked so intrigued, a pleased smile resting on his lips as he listens to your explanation. He already knows, of course, though he loves to hear it come from his beloved.

"And a gargoyle―EEK!" A HUGE mosquito lands on you, obviously desperate to suck your blood! (how rude ( •̀⤙•́ )) In a sudden panic, you smack the nasty beast away with your hand, not realising what else you might have smacked.

Malleus is frozen in place, eyes wide with shock and... pain? His grip on your hands, previously so soft, is now firm and tight―his hold not budging, no matter how harshly you pull. He can't believe it, his one true love had suddenly attacked him in his most vital area, the balls. .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·.

"Oh no, M-Mal, please speak to me―I'm so so sorry!" Glancing down at your purse, an idea sparks in your head. You manage to replace your hand with a yummy chocolate candy. "Hornton..." You sulk, this idea surely has to work!

Malleus peers down at your gift, releasing a loud sigh as he finally softens. "My beloved..." It comes out as a whisper. He looks into your eyes with a strange look, almost like he is in awe. "Your sudden attack has wounded me. Apologies, for I was unable to move for a moment." Uh oh.

You hang your head low in shame, a guilty pout settling on your lips.

A hand cradles your cheek tenderly, Malleus smiling warmly in front of you like the incident never happened. "Hehe, your bribe is very charming. Such an interesting display of affection." Malleus is happy with his new discovery.

You watch as he tucks the candy into his pocket like a prize.

hi I do •ᴗ•

"You're my Coney Island Baby!" ♡

Content ― Reader is Yuu, reader is a lady, established relationship, light smooching, not proofread, probably so ooc omigosh.

1,008 Word count⌇Sorry this request took so long to do, and thank you for your support (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

♡ Epel is sure you are the COOLEST person he's ever met, seriously―not a day goes by without him yapping someone's ear off about how amazing you are. It's such an honour that Epel has a girlfriend as adorbs as you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶). I imagine the first time the two of you met was a pure coincidence. Perhaps Epel was simply exploring NRC, and then Viola―there you are, all pink and cute! He was instantly captivated by your beauty and style. Who would've thought the two of you would be such a charming couple? I think so―and I'll yap all about it!

♡ He's really excited to show you off to everyone once the two of you start dating, which can be a little overwhelming, especially because Epel is insistent on showing you to the gorgeous diva himself: Vil. But don't you worry your pretty little head―he absolutely adores you! In fact, Vil is overjoyed that Epel has another fashionable role model. It gives Vil some hope that his underclassmen can finally mature up and listen to him for once...

♡ Apart from Epel getting to look at your cutie little face all day, he doesn't quite realise what he's getting himself into. He would've never thought he would soon spend his free time being dragged from store to store by his girlfriend on the hunt for new clothes―they all look the same to him! He doesn't hate it, it's just really confusing when all of a sudden you're acting like he's a fashion expert. It's all, "Epel, which one's cuter, this one or that one?" or, "ugh, I just can't decide if this suits me." Epel simply thinks you look pretty in anything ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

"Ooh! Epel, look, isn't that dress so cute!" You squeal, slapping his shoulder a few times to get him to look at a store's window display.

He squints, glancing at the dresses and then at you. "Ain't all those dresses all tha' same?"

Rolling your eyes, you huff, "Uhm, no! That one has black ruffles, and the other one doesn't, duh."

Man, he's really lost here.

♡ Now here's the fun part―Epel will let you dress him up as much as you want. Okay, when Vil does it? He hates it, feels like a girl or whatever (¬`‸´¬). But you? Well, he doesn't love it―but since it's a pretty lady doing it (who gives him alota kisses), he supposes he'll let it slide. You just have to disguise it as playing dress up, "Oh, it's okay, Epel, I just wanna have a bit of fun―haven't you heard of pre-shower makeup before?" Muehehe... It's all a part of your evil plan...

↳ "Hii, Vil!" You practically beam, plopping down to sit next to him.

Vil delicately closes his book, glancing over beside him. "Why, it's you, little spuddling." Despite his teasing nickname, he is quite pleased to see you―you always had the most curious little notions on fashion. "Looking for, Epel, I suppose?"

You sheepishly giggle, "Yes―I just can't find him anywhere!" Fiddling with the charms on your phone case, you continue, "I found some really adorable dresses, and I wanna show him."

Crossing his legs, Vil shakes his head with a sigh, "That boy doesn't know the first thing about fashion." He holds out his hand, "I promise I'll give you my most honest opinion."

He hums as he flicks through each picture, tapping his chin twice as he settles on one. "This one will flatter you the most, you have a darling face and we wouldn't want to overshadow it, yes?"

With a bright smile, you nod, feeling bashful that you got a compliment from a famous model. "Awe, thank you, Vil, it is so so cute..."

"Huh, what is?" Ah, there's your boyfriend!

Jumping up from your seat, you wave goodbye and skip towards Epel, pulling him in for a hug. "Oh, Vil was just giving me some advice, that's all."

He turns his head to the man in question, grumbling nonsense. "Hey―I bet I can give you better advice than that guy..."

You coo before pushing him in the direction of his dorm, rubbing his back teasingly. "Oh, of course you could~!"

With a thud, you land on Epel's comfy mattress, going criss-cross apple sauce as you scroll through the pictures you previously showed Vil. Epel, however, wasn't as relaxed as you happened to be―a foul scowl on his face made it clear how tense he was.

"Baby, I was gonna show you!"

You giggled at his face, presenting the pictures to him, "Epel, Vil just happened to be there―no need to get all jelly."

"I ain't jelly." Epel squinted as he scrolled through each dress, eyeing them up and down like they were his sworn enemies.

Epel didn't know the first thing about girly clothes; he didn't pay attention to whatever Vil decided to spill out of his mouth that day. He desperately needed to come up with something amazing to say―something that would make you swoon right into his arms!

And that's when he thought of it.

Slowly, he handed back your phone, an oddly calm smile gracing his face as he locked eyes with you. "Ya know what, sugar, whatever makes you happy."

Wow, what a basic answer.

―But honestly, it was sort of sweet (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶).

Epel caught onto your blank stare pretty quickly, adding a jumbled, "'Cause ya look gorgeous in everything, 'course!"

But then you smiled, a sweet, pretty smile that made his heart relax―it seemed you were the one who made him swoon.

You released a satisfied hum, crawling over to hug him tightly. "You know I'm just gonna buy the dress that Vil liked."

He sighs, "Yeah, I know."

Snuggling even closer, you press a delicate kiss on his cheek. "But your words made me happy, really happy."

"Heh, what can I say, my girlfriend does have really good fashion sense." You could practically feel Epel's ego grow by the second.

"―and she is gorgeous, ya know."

Song title: Coney Island Baby by The Excellents ♡

Btw u r so sweett i wnattt too know which characters that have your coded (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

hehe tyyyyy eek ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

okay i'm sosososo sorry it's taken me a month to replyyyyy ekk

After you made your request, I added a new rule on my blog that I don't write readers/yuu who are coded like another character―just to avoid people getting disappointed in the future!

But since you had made a request before I updated my rules, if you would like to make a new request, I will be happy to do it for youuuu ♡