#mi anon

Mi

Don't be too mean, I still live with him (I think), and I'd hate to be stuck with his moaning and complaints all day.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? 

Azul seems like one to lead a relationship, however, as he is a bit of a soft boy at times, he enjoys basking in a very equal relationship. He has a way of wording certain aspects of the relationship like a deal; a deal the both of you prosper from. And while that may be how he describes it - a business transaction with romantic goals in which both parties benefit - he loves you more than he expected he would, and is happy to have an equal balance with you. You are his partner in crime in all business, after all, so he’s quite happy to share with you.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Sometimes it simply depends when it comes to Azul. He understands that fighting is normal and congruent to any healthy relationship, and can’t fault you for simple misunderstandings at times. However, if you were to say something completely insensitive or something that reminds him of his past, he will have a much harder time forgiving you. Telling you his vulnerabilities was a choice this octopus made only when he believed he could trust you with them, and you throwing them back in his face...he doesn’t know if he could forgive you for that. Please, never hurt this boy; he’s been through enough.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

As someone who makes deals for their own gain for a living, he can understand how much you have given up just to be in a relationship with him. His gratitude toward you shines through in simple ways; when he brings you a bouquet of flowers in the morning and a dainty kiss upon your wrist; when he leaves small boxes of your favorite treats outside your dorm; when he invites you to come sample something for the Mostro Lounge and asks you to sit with him. Actions done with nothing asked in return speak volumes when coming from Azul, and he does them with the hope that you understand his love for you, and his gratitude toward everything you do for him.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Azul’s jealousy tends to boarder on unhealthy at times. He finally feels like he has something amazing - something contracts didn’t get him; he earned you himself, and he doesn’t want anyone else taking you away from him. His insecurities nag in the back of his mind when he sees someone getting a little too close for comfort with you, and he wants nothing more than to sick the Leech twins on the perpetrator. His darling, his muse, his treasure, he doesn’t want to lose you. Sometimes, if he gets a little too uppity, you may have to remind him that you are with him because you love him, and you don’t plan on leaving him so easily, but he usually recovers from his sour mood if you shower him with enough attention.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Azul is almost as bad as Floyd when it comes to giving you nicknames, but his tend to be more along the lines of sugary sweet. “Angelfish” is one of the most common ones, however he is also fond of calling you “My Starfish” and “My Butterflyfish”. It’s a cute twist on the traditional pet names people have used, and you’re touched that he’d give you such sweet and special names - almost making it feel like he’s welcoming you into the under the sea lifestyle he has.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

A calculated thing, indeed, a relationship is. A set of give and takes with a chance of gaining nothing at the end - one of life’s riskiest gambles. As a  business man with his gains in mind, continually weighing everything he does, being in a relationship with you is already a massive gamble for this suave sea creature, and he’s taken quite the loan out already, despite the house having the advantage. There is a lot that Azul is willing to do and to give up for you, but his livelihood and way of living is certainly not it. While you may be able to teach him that his value does not lay in the contracts he has, too much pressuring him to do something akin to giving it up would be too much for him, and he may not want to be in the relationship anymore. He understands the give and take balance the two of you must have in order to be successful, but he will not give up too much if he does not feel like you will do the same for him.

My curiousity spiked at the “trace me” part but I won’t do that because reasons. 

Okay, first of all, being a certain age doesn’t mean anybody should think differently about you, especially me. You are babey, must protecc.

Second, I totally understand the whole “mentally older” thing, I have my reasons to be mentally older. I just hope you understand that this does not mean you are physically older. Don’t engage in things your age shouldn’t engage in. 

Babe, I was reading lemons and more questionable things since I was 8, our fish brains just need serotonin and I guess Fanfics just work out well for us. 

Don’t hate your age. Age has nothing to do with anything (except legal matters and stuff). Again, just because you feel older, doesn’t mean you are. Coming for that matter, enjoy being 11 while you can, and I’m serious. Enjoy your friends while they last. At the age you are, going to 12, a lot of people will change this Summer. Your friendships will probably change too, so enjoy them now as best you can. 

Enjoy yourself, love yourself for who you are. And to those that think you shouldn’t, sacrifice them to Satan.

Mi.

!!! Mi🍰 Anon!! I’m so glad to see you ordering, you cutie. I hope this was what you were hoping for. I think the reader comes across as a little creepy or obsessed, when I was trying to go for a pining vibe💀. I think my angst potential is lying dormant for my next angst post 💪. I do hope you enjoy this, however. I did try to make it painful~~💞💝💗💖❣❤

Meeting Citron was quite the experience. You weren’t really sure how you got so lucky. You could remember the way he smiled at you as he handed you the flyer for their upcoming play.

“Do not miss it!” he told you. “This show will be a phrasing!”

“Amazing,” a boy in a green hoodie corrected. 

“Right, right.” He smiled at you and waved wildly as you walked away.

You found yourself going to the show. You didn’t know why. The play wasn’t something that particularly interested you. Did you just want to see that mysterious man? You found yourself watching him carefully when he came on. You watched him carefully, and decided his acting was wonderful, and very humorous. 

You found yourself wanting to congratulate him after the play had ended. The desire to see that stranger again was so consuming - you wanted to hear him talk with his lively voice, hear his laugh, and learn more about him. You had decided against it, choosing instead to walk home, and wait for the next play. 

The emotions raging inside of you were confusing. Why did you care so much? Why were you so interested? Was this love? Were you being too hasty? You didn’t know anything about this man, so why do you want to see him again so badly?

Time passed. Your life moved on. Until one day, you ran into him again. He was in the store with a beautiful woman with long brown hair. He was studying the name of the vegetables in the aisle while he helped her shop. His smile was mesmerizing, to say the least. 

You felt the urge to walk up and say hi. To ask them when the next show was. But before you had to think any harder about it, he noticed you, and waved politely. You waved back and smiled, feeling excitement and giddiness bubble up within you. 

“Do you know what this is called?” he asked you, holding out asparagus with a confused expression.

“That’s….asparagus?”

“Asparagus! What a fun sounding name!” A smile returned to his face, much brighter than the one he wore before. “Thank you for frightening me!”

You were confused for a second. Frightening? Did he mean...enlightening? Those are very different words, that’s for certain. The only thing you were sure of about this mysterious man, was that he obviously didn’t quite understand the language. 

“Citron!” the brunette called, peeking around from the other aisle. “Come on! We need to hurry up and get home! I’m making curry tonight!”

“Yes, yes, Director! I am coming!” He smiled at you once more, bidding you farewell as he followed after the woman. But even when he moved out of sight, your heart couldn’t stop beating. You hated how infatuated you were with this man you knew nothing about. Maybe you were interested in the fact he was such a mystery?

Citron. That’s what she called him. Was that his name? You loved it. For the next few days, nothing you did could stop his name from bouncing around in your head.

Time passed. Your life moved on. Until one day, you ran into him again. And again. And again. You kept seeing him everywhere you met. Talking to him. Learning small tidbits about him. Every single time, your feelings for him grew stronger and stronger. 

You were excited for the next play. He would be in it, so of course you were going. You held a bouquet of roses; beautiful roses of red, coral, and light pink. It wasn’t a large bouquet, 12 roses in all. You had decided today that you would get over your shyness, and give them to Citron. Congratulate him on his acting. And maybe, if you could get the words out, you would ask him to go on a date with you.

Time seemed to go in slow motion as you approached the backstage area. Were you even allowed to be back here? You didn’t know; you didn’t care. You were on a mission. You were going to give him these flowers and nothing in this world was going to stop you.

That’s what you thought, at least.

Your heart beat in your ears as you opened the door slowly. You wished you hadn’t. 

Before your eyes, the very man you had been dreaming of for so long was standing next to that woman again. Hadn’t he called her the Director? His hand was intertwined with hers, and his smile was bright. His laughter was loud and his voice sweet as he talked to her. You realized it then - 

He was already in love.

But not with you.

The roses hit the floor. Their stems snapped. Their petals were crushed - so were you. The tears were hot as they pooled in your eyes. They felt like they were burning you as they streamed down your face. You backed away from the room, vision blurry, heart hurting, and blood pounding. You choked back a sob as you turned on your heel and quickly left. 

You didn’t want to be there anymore. 

You didn’t want to see that anymore.

You didn’t want to love anymore. 

Haha I don’t mind in the slightest, darling! I think it’s cute and amazing when people talk about characters that are near and dear to their heart, so you’re very welcome to~~💞💞💞

🥺🥺🥺I’m so soft for Azul and his aesthetic. He’s so cute and smart and I’m just 🥺🥺🥺Octo Man take me by the hand lead me to the land 🎵