&&. jade x reader. floyd x reader. your best friend is dead. you watched it happen. the campus is in hysterics. someone is picking students off one by one, and you're certain you're next. thankfully, jade and floyd refuse to leave your side, but you, even after such a long-standing friendship, know better than to trust them.
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. based off of scream (1996). 1980s au. graphic violence / murder / death. implied idia x reader. suggestive themes. obsessive behaviour. stalking. canon-typical horror themes. gender neutral reader. dacryphilia.
The more you look like a doll or a stuffed animal the more likely Floyd will like you
He would've voted for Neige if he liked voting
Likes to bother Riddle because he thinks Riddle is cute
Tried to bother Epel (also cause cute) but Epel got in a real mean right hook to his jaw and knocked out a tooth (he almost fell for Epel for that but he lowkey hates Epel's country accent)
His future partner HAS to get along with Jade, and his parents must approve as well
Just like Jade is his comfort zone, his partner has to also be just as comforting to him
He is down for like casual dating, but that person will likely never make it past like 5 months, and they will never ever be his comfort zone
height doesnt really matter
shorter? cute
same height? amazing, his back wont hurt leaning down
taller? how did you do that? either way he loves it because he would love his partner to death
i do think it would be hard to truly catch his interest, but once you do and its not just a casual thing, he wont just get bored of you and move on
he gets bored with jade and azul and he stays with them, so for his partner he would deal with being bored from time to time
Imagine Floyd Leech with Chubby!GN!Reader... (drabble) (imagine)
Floyd loves his chubby shrimpy
And i mean LOVESSS
Floyd is far more gentle with you than anyone but still more forceful than you’d expect. In his mind, you’re blubbery and can ‘handle the extra squeeze’. Along with his cuddling and squeezing, comes chomps. He loves to kiss and nuzzle his way down (pic below😉)
While he trails his way down, he always licks small spots on your tummy before gently biting down. Not sexually (sometimes), but lovingly because he loves loves loves the way you feel!
Floyd never bites down hard enough to leave blood but just enough to leave a large circle of indents from his teeth. This leaves your friends wondering but decided it’s best to not question…
Floyd loves his shrimpy and he’ll absolutely throw a tantrum if you talk badly about yourself…and might kill if someone else does..
oh well!
End Note: Just a lil drabble because as a plump girlie it’s nice to be appreciated 🥲
Just… somehow, Floyd had already picked up on the fact that your behavior was a little off. Even on the way back from the flower shop where he went to pick you up, you had been uncharacteristically quiet, secretly casting these brief, fleeting glances toward him as if you wanted to say something. Well, of course he had noticed it, and having noticed it, he simply put on a show of acting completely oblivious.
Pondering a bit over how he could get you to open your mouth voluntarily, he had volunteered to handle dinner duty tonight and whipped up an absolute stroke of genius—a flawlessly delicious puttanesca. While you kept a rather solemn expression at the sharp, spicy kick of the flavor, even you couldn't help but let your lips curve into a soft smile, happily eating it up while praising how delicious it was.
And now, following the meal, it happened the exact second he prepared to stand up to handle the dishes.
Floyd slowly settled back into his chair, returning the steady stare of your tense, nervous expression from across the table. It didn't feel as though you were angry. You rarely ever got angry to begin with—especially when it came to Floyd, or so it seemed. You had a distinct knack for accepting Floyd entirely for the kind of creature he was.
"Um…"
"Uh-huh."
"There's something I wanted to ask you, Floyd-san."
"Go ahead~"
"The beautiful lady you were with during lunch today… who was she?"
"ーー…"
Without letting his expression twitch in the slightest, Floyd internally buried his face in his hands, thoroughly stumped. He didn't have a single clue who the "beautiful lady" you were referring to could be. He didn't, but he did have a perfect idea of who the "me" you witnessed during lunch today actually was.
It was Jade.
Given that Floyd had been completely cooped up under Azul's thumb all through lunch today, the one thing that was absolutely set in stone was that the person you witnessed was not him. However, the true problem hinged entirely on the exact degree to which you had recognized Jade. The method he used to smooth this over would change drastically depending on that factor.
For instance, if you were judging based entirely on hair color, a brief "That wasn't me" would settle the matter entirely. But if you had recognized a man standing nearly two meters tall with sea-colored hair and a black streak as Floyd, then his answer would have to be "Just a client from work~"
"……"
"Floyd-san?"
Lifting your eyes to look at him, a sudden flicker of anxiety crossed your gaze. The exact second he picked up on that look, it was game over.
"That was Jade."
Flipping a white flag inside his mind, Floyd offered his confession.
"Jade?"
"My brother."
"Oh, you mean… the one who looks exactly like you?"
"Yep, that's him."
"Jade-san is on this island too?!"
"Uh-huh."
"W-Why didn't you ever tell me?!"
If you asked him why…
Well, obviously, because if he did, it would drastically increase the probability of thread after thread of secrets he had purposefully left unsaid unearthing themselves all at once. After all, on this island, Jade's face was just as highly recognizable as Azul's. Smiling pleasantly and impeccably dressed, he spent a massive amount of his time standing in the limelight as a resort hotel owner.
It wasn't as though he wanted to keep everything a total secret from you. You were the one who accepted Floyd entirely for the kind of creature he was. He knew with absolute certainty that no matter who he truly turned out to be, you would still accept him—even if you did pout your lips in a tiny huff right now, demanding to know why you had been left in the dark.
Therefore, the sole reason he kept the true identity of the monster hidden away from you…
"Because I wanna keep Little Shrimpy all to myself~"
Hi!! Could I request something with Floyd courting the reader? I love how you portray the tweels and how silly they can be. You’re writing is always so fun to read!!
Aaaa this was so fun to write!!! I miss writing for Floyd I should give him some more attention!!
Floyd is someone to me who falls in love at first punch. Or any act of violence and or aggression towards him. Really, someone who grabs his attention and keeps it is going to be the type of person that Floyd is into.
floyd leech x reader courting one-shot!
wc: 1,648
Floyd is an interesting case, being both a bit of a coward and very upfront about his feelings. He doesn't want to be vulnerable (ew yuck)! That's so not his style!
Unfortunately for you, his style is very middle school-like, aka: I'm gonna bother and annoy you but also expect you to know from this irritating special attention that I actually like you.
It makes for a really, quite funny sight for the others around you, as they can tell that you're definitely getting "special" treatment from Floyd, but due to his general demeanor and his role in Octavinelle, it's hard to tell if this is a good or bad thing.
Going back to my interspecies romance post (which might be due for a rewrite tbh I have more refined thoughts now) a few things from there apply to Floyd still.
He does bestow you with gifts, gifts that you don't really want because Floyd refuses to say what he wants in return. "They're just for you, take them." "I think I'm okay—" "I said. Take. It." You take them anyways because his expression is that unnerving one he always does when Ace starts annoying him in basketball and he's just about to start chasing him and throwing Ace into the hoop. Again.
They are the oddest little gifts. There are nice ones of course, an eel keychain that he insisted you take. A rock he found that Floyd though matched your eyes. He heard that for some reason, humans really like shells. Floyd learned the hard way that specifically empty shells, after gifting you one too many conches with the snail still in it. So Floyd brings you (empty) shells that remind him of you. They're fun colors, big, and usually pointy.
He also really likes to give you teeth. He gives you a lot of teeth, sharp ones, dull ones, ones with a little bit of blood still on them. You think the sharp ones might be his own, you heard Azul mention that growing up the twins would get into fights and lose teeth, only for them to grow back pretty quickly. Some of the teeth certainly looked big and sharp enough to be Floyd's. The others you're not too sure, but if you'd paid more attention to Floyd, you'd notice that he'd started a habit of following certain students that liked to push you around. All it takes is for one of them to mutter something about the "useless prefect" and you lack of magic, and Floyd is back with another tooth, smiling brightly like he did something trophy worthy.
Yes, he will "talk" to your bullies, in part because that's how you court and show love in the deep sea. A dangerous place like that means that you want to show that you are someone who not only can withstand the icy waters and her inhabitants, but can protect your beloved from her as well. The other part is because only Floyd is allowed to bully you.
This is more where the middle school behavior peaks most. Once again, if Floyd is pursuing you, it means you got is attention somehow. Most likely his interest started during one of the times you came into the Mostro Lounge, and probably did something like kick him in the shins, or the dick, and it's been love at first punch since then. Not many people can get the drop on him you know? And the other part of courting in the deep sea is making sure that your partner is also strong enough to protect you and fight for you. As such, he is antagonizing you daily with the sole purpose of getting you to fight, chase, and lovingly maim him.
Floyd is into you because you are exciting, more like a mantis shrimp with how you fight back when he bothers you. The pissed off look in your eye is just so thrilling when it's on him, and he wants to keep it on him. It's unfortunate that this aspect of eelmer courting is so conflicting with humans, because playing with you is his favorite way of courting. To him, it's obvious, all of his attention is on you and you on him, so it's going to be the quickest way to get you to confess to him first!
Oh, you think Floyd is going to confess first? Ha! No. He thinks that all his actions: the gifts, the protection, the "playing," is all an obvious enough sign of his courting. If anything, Floyd thinks he's practically shouting his intentions from the rooftops, and you're taking your sweet time. Honestly, the fact that you haven't caught on ("or," a voice whispers at the back of his head, "they aren't interested. They're ignoring you.") frustrates him to no end.
His mood swings ironically get a bit more predictable around you, just not in the way most would prefer. Floyd approaches you with another gift, after another "talk" with a bully, or tries playing with you again, if you don't react the way he wants his mood is dropping. He'll sulk, laying down in a booth at the lounge or at the bleachers during his club. Sometimes he gets antsy, wondering if he just squeezes you hard enough that you'll finally give in, so he'll stalk around campus to find something else to rough up, since humans apparently fragile little things. Jade makes fun of him for this, since when has Floyd cared about being gentle? Since when has Floyd become predictable—why even random students are clocking that Floyd gets moody after talking with the Prefect!
The fact that other students are noticing a pattern annoys Floyd even more; he doesn't need his business known by anyone but him. Alas, it continues on as you live on in ignorance and Floyd lives on in annoyance that you're not already sloppily making out in his room right now. He's ready to just do it anyways, if you didn't like it all then you would've told him to stop long ago. You gotta like him too!
But it's not the gifts or protection or attention he gives you that eventually catches your attention, but rather the rare, almost foreign sound of your actual name from his mouth. It's not often, as Floyd thinks that if you're gonna stay being a little shrimp around him then you can stay as Little Shrimpy. But sometimes, when it's just you two, and you play along with him, Floyd likes to feel the way the letters of your name leave his lips as you blink up at him with a cute, surprised expression.
"Ah!" Floyd rocked on his heels, looking down at you with a lazy smile as you pointed a finger up at him. "You do know my name!"
Floyd tilted his head and giggled, "Duh, why'd you think I didn't?"
A pleasant change of pace for him, usually you'd blanch at the sight of him and grimace at the latest trinket he'd gotten you. It pissed him off, Floyd reeeeeally wanted to just pick you up and squeeze until you finally gave in and agreed to go out. There's a fun spooky escape room in Foothill Town that he wants to try with you but it's not fun if you're gonna be clutching the wall with fear and not him. But Mama reminded him that humans were soft things, had to be careful with them if you liked one. And he really liked you.
"Cause you call me Shrimpy instead! Like, all the time! I thought you just didn't bother to remember anyone's name!"
He shrugged smile dropping into a pout.
"Only when I wanna."
He frowned as you huffed, rolling your eyes as you fidgeted with the rock Floyd had given you. More so plopped in your palm after cornering you at the end of a hall during his latest chase. It was…certainly a rock!
"Lovely, so you only wanna remember my name sometimes."
"Only when Shrimpy deserves it."
Floyd leaned back as you whipped your head up at him and held up your hands in a strangling motion, an also strangled sound coming from your mouth as you practically growled.
You had look in your eye, like you were on the last straw of you patience. Floyd would really love to see you lose it though, see how you'd jump him and rough him up. You'd look so pretty, breathless and flushed, like you would after making out, he's very sure of it.
"Why are you like this? And why me? Wasn't Riddle enough fun for you?"
A giant, full (sharp) tooth grin grew on Floyd's face as he giggled. A fond warmness filled his chest and bloomed on his cheeks.
"It's different with (Name)!"
Then, you slumped and half whined, half groaned as you ducked under Floyd and started walking away.
"But why?! What'd I ever do to you? Are you still mad about the first time I came to the lounge? I didn't mean to dick you down there! Everyone else started fighting and I was just trying to make sure I didn't get hurt!"
Floyd also whined, following after you like a lanky, looming puppy.
"Ugh! How come Shrimpy still doesn't get it!" He sighed, suddenly draping himself over you. You yelped, stumbling as you tried to steady yourself from falling. "I'm doin' everything like Mama said! But you're taking too long!"
You went warm and stiffened, Floyd's breath grazing the back of your neck as he murmured into you: "How come you don't answer me? Don't cha like me?"
"A-ah, Floyd you're being weird…"
It was confusingly pleasing and frustrating that you liked how Floyd practically curled over you as if he could merge you two into one.
"Don't want me? I want my (Name), and I think I'm gonna take you now."
If u ever get the time to do this before ur request close can you do malleus, leoan, and Floyd (not all in the like Sam relationship idk if I have to specify that?) w/ a reader whose like a genius but also the dumbest person ever (ex: can do mathematics good enough to put eistestin to shame, will always ask if she can no longer drink smth because it’s chunk, tastes like eggs, and expired 42yrds ago) u don’t have to do it if u don’t want to but if u do tyyyy!:333
This is so hilarious, also SORRY FOR SUPER- SUPER LONG DELAY- 😭😭 I was super busy with so much stuff and trying to catch up with old friends, life is being such a bitch too so- I was off from Tumblr for a LONG time...
TWST with a dumb genius
Leona Kingscholar
Leona didn’t really care much about how you seem to catch on to all the subjects here, although he will admit he’s impressed a little that you can do “anything”.
And by “anything”, he means purely academics.
We haven’t talk about how his normal conversations with you are like that are NOT related to schoolwork.
Because MAN-
What are you saying?? TT o TT
"I got this weird looking object from Sam's Shop that had a warning label in yellow and black with a skull face saying 'Do Not Use', do you think it's safe to use it?"
Leona gets a headache with each question you ask because- like- why???
"What do you think, dumbass??"
He might come off harsh with his words, but he genuinely is worried for you sometimes. What if you get hurt because you can't see the obvious? It could've been completely avoided! He'll pull you from the collar to stop you from going elsewhere or take your phone to make the right decision with you, basically taking the wheel in his hands which is something he doesn't do.
Sometimes he makes Ruggie and Jack look after you when he's too lazy busy to do so, because hey, he still cares. <3
Floyd Leech
He honestly doesn't care much that you're smart. To him, it just means you're like Azul.
Floyd thinks it's hilarious how you're on top of your class, smart in all the subjects but when you're out of class, you just lose all that brain juice and ask him questions like:
"Floyd, I left this yogurt drink out on my counterforce five weeks and just realised I forgot to drink it. You think I should? I dunno why Azul san keeps saying I shouldn't."
"Go ahead, Shrimpy!~"
Floyd will let you do stupid things so long as you'll instantly regret it later (like spitting the drink out right after because it was super gross).
He just laughs about it and tell you it's obviously NOT a good idea to do that and would tease you incessantly about it for the next two weeks.
However, a truly dumb and dangerous idea would make him straighten up and lock the frick in, because no way would he risk your safety like that.
Sure, maybe for other people, but not you.
He'll physically lift you up and drag you to the Monster Lounge.
"Alright Shrimpy, maybe you need some food to be more awake and think about this for once, hmm?~" <3
Malleus Draconia
He finds it fascinating how you're one of the smartest people he knows... and somehow the dumbest.
Like Lilia is smart and does (mostly) harmless dumb things but he does it on purpose while knowing the consequences just for the fun of it maybe except cooking.
But you... genuinely think it's alright.
"Malleus! My broomstick snapped in half but I think I can still takeoff from the cliff. Come on, hop on!"
"I do not think this is anywhere near safe, My Friend..."
He might consider giving you some enchanted items to keep you safe from your... endeavours.
He likes that he can always come to you for a healthy, intelligent conversation about gargoyles or have someone KNOW what they're doing with spells and what not, but outside of NRC? You're like a completely new person, and he doesn't want to say you're dumb... but you kinda are. It really makes him feel bad that he even thinks of such, but come onnnnn-
PUT AWAY THAT EXPIRED MILK- DO NOT MAKE A MILKSHAKE FROM IT-
Malleus isn't exactly always worrying about you frantically but he does get gradually more concern each time you tell him about a very obviously bad idea that you think is safe or fun or whatever.
No, it's not-
He might gently steer you away from the subject and suggests he helps, or simply, just don't drink the five week expired yogurt drink, please-
He obviously wants to make sure you're safe because he cares about you a lot and doesn't want to see you hurt. <3
Send Help starring Floyd would be my favvvv romance movie
All 9ft of him in merform circling your stretch of island—Beautiful, at first. Distracting as you weave fibers into the foundation of a vast sleeping mat; helpless, knowing however large you make it will never keep him from contorting against you in the night—"So warm, Shrimpy, so smart f'me"
Slight retcon because regardless of how much Floyd needs to kiss your ass to save his career, he is ANYTHING but meek. Instead of hiding the resort, he allows you to find it—Studying your micro expressions safely from the shoreline as you wave to him. Excitedly, at first, and then less so when you find yourself gazing into the cool, bright eyes of a predator. He wants you to want it. To scurry your way up that cliff, bright-eyed and hopeful as he is, to roll and duck into the ditch and find the deepening moat he'd dug.
Ten feet deep, seven across. Mischievous in the way the shallows beckon you to treacherous waters. You watch the villa from across the way; white marble unyielding to the residual dew of last night's rain. You feel the tack of your clothes, glued to skin from the mud and blood of your adventure. And then you think of Floyd; smug and wet and fed, waiting in the deep for you to admit your weakness and allow for another spoon-feeding.
And then, you begin to sob. The sun buries itself beneath the horizon, automatic lights inside the promised shelter igniting with civilized uniformity as you grow nauseous with understanding—
