𝆹𝅥 Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Mozus Trein, Ashton Vargas (TWISTED WONDERLAND)
𝆹𝅥 Implayed that reader is Yuu/MC
𝆹𝅥 accidentally calling them dad, maybe a bit ooc
Dire Crowley
He is just as shocked as you are for your own words and he tries to just brush it off as you do, awkwardly trying to leave as soon as posible just to be found with the mix of his own feelings, at the start he is a somewhat offended and troubled because is weird, nothing like this have ever happened to him neither did he thought about something like that, but right after the surprise it comes the flattered pride because in his mind you have accidently called him dad because you see him worthy of that title, you are pretty much all alone and (acording to him) Crowley has been the one who has been looking after you and taking care of you, you trust him just as much as you would trust your own father, wich will only lead him to be perstering you for a while hoping you would call him that again
Divus Crewel
He can't help but chuckle a little as he repeat your words amused, looking at you to see your reaction, but, in all honestly he find it endearing rather than amusing, to think that one of his little pups would find his presence and company so comforting to even accidentally call him 'dad' is just kind of adorable (specially taking in condideration the conditions you are currently living on), but this is something Crewel will keep to himself, he won't really talk about it again and even reasure you if you are embarrased, you have nothing to worry about because he doesn't take offence on it, although it is undeniable that it is something that leaded him to look after you a bit more in a indirect way, after all he doesn't want to show favoritism but you definetly are reciving more headpats when you are being a good pup
Mozus Trein
Just as the words leave your mouth he looks at you with a raised eyebrow, it is an underestandable mistake and he won't really make a big deal out of it, he just doesn't want you to get too comfortable and lack off in your classes. Still, even if he didn't said anything about it in the moment it is something that got stuck in his mind and later on, when he finds himself having some free time his mind, the memory of it would finds its way back to him, suddently starting to realice that this may be heavier than he thought, after all your parents aren't even in this world, he can't think how your parents may feeling about their child suddently missing or you for being in a completely foreing place, Trein ended up even thinking about how he would feel about his beloved daughters going throught that, just ended up making up his mind to pay a visit to Headmage Crowley just to make sure you are being properly taking care of
Ashton Vargas
The always loud and cheerful professor Vargas not only doesn't take offense on your accidental mistake but he also take it in the best way posible, normally the parents are who provides and protect theit family out of love and care and thats exactly that went throught his mind when he heard your words, still he reasures you it is okay if you feel embarrased for calling him 'dad' and he goes as far as telling you that you should not forget that even if he isn't your father he is still your teacher so if you ever have troubles or need help he will be there for you, even if you weren't in this complicated situation of literaly being in another world he would still care for you since you are his student (he may not be the best help in much cases but he still tries his best)
twst ver. part 9. the staff as husbands(I think it will be better as husbands instead of as a boyfriend, soo...)
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Divus crewel:
As a husband, Divus Crewel would likely be demanding but caring, with a strong sense of responsibility and a deep appreciation for style and refinement. He would be a partner who takes pride in his spouse and ensures they are well-cared for.
A Demanding Partner: Crewel has very rigid opinions on things like fashion and etiquette and would expect his partner to meet his high standards. He would likely be very particular about his spouse's appearance and may enjoy styling them or designing clothes for them.
Fiercely Protective: Though his "tough love" approach is initially intimidating, he is shown to be fiercely protective of those under his care, referring to them as his "pups". In a marriage, this protectiveness would be even stronger, and he would ensure his partner is safe and secure.
Responsible and Competent: Compared to some of his colleagues, Crewel is a highly competent and responsible adult who takes his duties seriously. This would translate into a stable home life, where he is likely to handle his responsibilities with efficiency.
Appreciative of Intelligence and Initiative: While strict with students who cause trouble (like Grim), he is kind and encouraging to those who show a sincere desire to learn and improve. He would value a partner who is intelligent, takes initiative, and perhaps shares his interest in science, fashion, or classic cars.
A "Hot-Shot" with Luxury Tastes: Crewel loves luxury items and has expensive hobbies like collecting vintage cars. As a partner, he would likely enjoy the finer things in life and spoil his spouse with gifts that reflect his opulent tastes.
Not One for "Fake Flattery": He would give genuine compliments, meaning that any praise from him would be highly valued and sincere.
a marriage with Divus Crewel would involve a relationship where high expectations are balanced by deep, if stern, affection and a comfortable, luxurious lifestyle.
Mozus trein:
As a husband, Mozus Trein would be a reserved and highly traditional partner who values intellect, discipline, and quiet devotion. His primary focus would be a stable and respectable family life, built on a foundation of discipline and mutual respect rather than outward displays of affection.
A Traditionalist: Trein adheres to classic manners and values, expecting those around him to be well-behaved and respectful. He would likely desire a traditional household and a partner who upholds these values.
Stern but Fair: He is a strict educator with an air of "quiet anger" who demands obedience and discipline. As a husband, he would set clear boundaries and expectations, though they would be applied fairly. He is likely a man of his word.
Intellectual Companion: Trein is the history professor and an avid reader. He would value a partner who is intellectual and engaging, someone who can hold intelligent conversations on a range of topics, particularly history and literature.
Quietly Affectionate (Especially with Pets): While he is generally stern and stoic, his soft spot for his cat, Lucius, is a significant part of his character. This indicates a capacity for deep, quiet affection reserved for his closest companions. He would likely be a caring, albeit reserved, pet owner and potentially a doting, if strict, parent.
A Stable and Reliable Provider: He is a highly competent and responsible member of the school faculty. In a marriage, he would provide a stable, secure, and well-managed home environment, ensuring all practical needs are met without extravagance.
Respects Privacy: Trein is a private individual who would respect his spouse's personal space and time. He is not the type to pry or overshare; he values discretion and personal boundaries.
Not One for Frivolity: He would not appreciate a partner who is overly dramatic, loud, or frivolous. He prefers a calm and orderly atmosphere.
a marriage with Mozus Trein would be a stable, intellectual partnership grounded in mutual respect and a shared appreciation for tradition and discipline. Affection would likely be shown through acts of service and quiet companionship rather than grand romantic gestures.
Ashton vargas:
(can't find anything better than this lol)
As a husband, Ashton Vargas would be a high-energy, action-oriented partner who prioritizes health, strength, and an active lifestyle above all else. He would likely be an enthusiastic and supportive husband, provided his spouse shares his passion for fitness and "muscle power."
A "Gym Bro" Partner: Vargas's life revolves around fitness, diet, and physical activity. He would expect his spouse to be equally enthusiastic about maintaining peak physical condition. Dates would likely involve intense workouts, runs on the beach, or competitive sports. He would be very particular about meal plans and nutrition.
Encouraging and Energetic: He is a highly motivational coach (though often to a comical extreme). In a marriage, this energy would translate into an incredibly enthusiastic and supportive partner who genuinely wants his spouse to be the strongest and best version of themselves.
Vain and Appreciative of Aesthetics: Inspired by Gaston, he loves looking at himself in the mirror and is proud of his physique. He would appreciate a physically fit and good-looking partner and would likely compliment them often on their form and strength.
Simple and Direct Communication: Vargas is not one for complex emotional drama or intellectual debates. He has a simple worldview: "Muscles are the solution." Communication in the marriage would likely be direct and straightforward, avoiding unnecessary complications.
Passionate (About Fitness): His passion is undeniable. If this passion could extend to his relationship, he would be a very "hot-blooded" and enthusiastic partner, showing his affection through physical activity and shared goals.
Protective: His belief in strength translates into a protective streak. He would likely be a very physically capable husband who could handle any physical threat, ensuring his spouse feels safe and secure (provided they can keep up with his warm-up routine).
Needs Validation: Similar to his inspiration, he likely needs a fair amount of admiration and applause. A partner who can genuinely appreciate his hard work and physical prowess would be essential for a harmonious relationship.
a marriage with Ashton Vargas would be a very active, health-conscious, and energetic partnership, perfect for someone who considers a morning run a romantic gesture and appreciates a partner who is physically strong and direct.
Sam:
As a husband, Sam would be a charismatic, resourceful, and deeply connected partner who navigates life with a smile and a hint of mystery. Inspired by Dr. Facilier, he balances a friendly, approachable nature with a sharp business sense and an air of the unknown. He'd bring a unique energy to a marriage, always resourceful and full of charm.
A Charismatic Communicator: Sam is incredibly social and has a natural way with people, easily making friends and putting others at ease. As a husband, he would be engaging, communicative, and excellent at social events. He would make his partner feel seen and special with his playful banter and genuine warmth.
Resourceful and Well-Connected: He can acquire nearly anything, thanks to his network of contacts (the "friends on the other side"). This translates to a highly capable partner who can solve problems creatively and ensure a comfortable life. You could expect unique, thoughtful, and often surprising gifts from his shop.
A Hint of Mystery: His connection to the "other side" adds an intriguing, private dimension to his character. While he's open and friendly, he likely keeps some secrets or business dealings close to his chest. This would require a partner who values trust and appreciates a little bit of the unknown.
Talented and Appreciative of the Arts: An excellent pianist and a talented tap dancer, he has a creative streak. He would value a partner's personal passions and artistic pursuits, potentially enjoying evenings spent playing music or appreciating the arts together.
Pragmatic and Business-Minded: Sam is astute in business, always looking for a good deal or a unique opportunity. He would likely be the financially savvy partner, ensuring a stable foundation for the marriage, even while dealing in "mystery" goods.
Loves the Unique and Eclectic: His world is filled with interesting and unusual items. His home life would likely be unconventional and intriguing, filled with artifacts and an atmosphere that reflects his unique personality.
a marriage with Sam would be a dynamic and engaging partnership, full of charm, stability, and the intriguing allure of a man who always has a card up his sleeve.
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next characters will be.... Hints: someone who is close to lilia, jamil and the leech twins + someone else from an event. anyways, bye, bye!
I love the stoner caterpillar yuu i hope we get more content🙏🙏
I present to you stoner!caterpillar!yuu and the teachers
There’s only so many students at NRC that are on all the teachers' radars. Being a school based on villains' virtues and beliefs tend to lead to questionable actions and morals among the student body. It seems every school year there’s another fifty students added to the list. Yet there’s one student that stands among them: you.
Professor Crewel prides himself on his ability to discipline and put what he calls “pups” into their place. Whether it was out of respect or fear, the students in his homeroom tend to turn themselves around and be better after a few months. However, there’s one student that stands among these new first years.
“Again,” Crewel mutters disappointedly as he watches you step on with the other two Heartslaybul students. It was noticeable by how red your eyes were and the way you were snacking on a cupcake so early in the morning, most likely on behalf of Trey. With his head high and his posture perfect, Crewel wasted no time walking over to your desk and slamming the stick he carried around down on it. “Really, pup? High again before the sun has even properly come out. You have to stop this untasty habit. I’ll lose face if any of the other teachers saw you like this.”
You only blinked up at him blankly while taking another bite of the cupcake. Getting frosting on your nose, which proved to only irk him more. Chewing slowly, you swallowed the last of the bite as the antennas on your head twitched at the smell of his prominent and expensive cologne. “Sorry, Professor.” You started while staring at him with red-stained eyes. “But you’re the one who said consistency was a virtue. I only indulge when the hands of the clock spin around fully.”
It was barely noticeable but Crewel's left eye twitched at your words. It was deathly silent for a bit as everyone stared in horror or amusement. You practically almost sobered up until he suddenly laughed. An amused, yet polite laugh that came out once every full moon. “Well,” he started before staring down at you in your seat. “It seems you have quite the funny bone, pup. Though you should minimize the substances you indulge in. Only good dogs get rewards, whatever it may be.”
Quietly, you nodded your head at his words though it seemed to only go in one ear and come out the other. You took another bite of the cupcake without breaking eye contact, unfortunately. It wasn’t until Ace elbowed you with a quiet “dude” that you looked away. Crewel could only smile to himself as he watched you blissfully enjoy the cupcake. He quickly patted the top of your head before turning and heading back to his desk. It’s a wonder why you’re his favorite student.
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“Seriously,” Ace groaned as Coach Vargas yelled for the class to do laps around the field. Deuce and Jack were already ahead, some of the perks of being on the track and field team. Ace sighed as he started to jog, even though he was in the basketball team he still hated these laps. Most likely due to the fact that running became associated with punishment for him due to conditioning during practice. “Can you believe this,” he sighed as he turned around the tip of the field. “This is cruel. Don’t you agree, (Name),” he asked as he turned to look at you. Slowly, he started to come to a walking pace as he watched you struggle. “(Name)?”
There you were, wheezing like you had just ran a marathon as you trailed slowly behind him. Only, you had just started running and only took about 15 steps jogging wise. “Hold on,” you muttered out of breath as you tried to reach him. The only time you had ever regretted smoking so much was when you had to do PE, your lungs have never been the same.
“(Name),” Vargas shouted from across the field. Even from afar you could see the distinct outlines of his stature. He stood there with his hands on his hips and his whistle in his mouth as if he was ready to blow in it. “What have I told you about smoking? This is what happens when you become a druggie, two more laps now!”
You groaned as you heard the sound of the whistle yelling at you from across the field like your very own death sentence. Running a bit faster, you tried to breath normally as Ace slowed down to jog next to you. “Damn,” he spoke as he tried to sympathize with you. Though you both know that this is entirely your fault, “Coach is really extra, huh?”
If only you had the athleticism and the air to curse him out. You mentally cursed to yourself as you managed to run one lap. Jogging, you went past Vargas who gave you a half-approving nod. He clapped his hands loudly before yelling to you, “Four more, you’re not done until you finish them!” You could only groan in response as you forced yourself to run more.
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Safe to say you were there until sunset…
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The bell above the door chimed that familiar tune as you pushed it open. Immediately, Sam and his shadow perked up at the sight and familiar weed-scented smell of you.”Ah! My favorite little imp,” he exclaimed enthusiastically. He gave you that familiar charming smile and that small wave as he stood up fully to greet you. “Welcome! You’re in luck because I just restocked the snack aisle.”
All you could do was nod your head as you walked right past him. You practically walked on autopilot as your half-baked mind walked the familiar path of the store’s layout. You quickly started to raid the snack aisle, grabbing a bit of everything in order to satisfy your intense cravings.
Sam could only watch in amusement and delight as he watched you take almost half his stock. His shadow mimicked his watchful expression with its chin in its palm and its elbow on the counter. The two watched as you opened a piece of candy and started to absentmindedly eat it while walking back to the front. The basket made a loud plop sound as you dropped it on the counter. Sam wasted no time in ringing up your snacks while adding everything to Crowley’s tab. “You’re quite lucky, my little caterpillar. For I just got a special import of something that I think you’d be very interested in!”
You practically lit up at his hinting tone. The same tone he has when he sells you some special products at the back of the store. You immediately nodded as you leaned forward, eyes watery and red as it proves what you were just doing. “What is it,” you muttered quietly. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited in anticipation, something he loved to do.
Smirking, he stood back up to his full height and spoke with a hand out for theatrics. “Well I could sell you better quality stuff for a low low price! Only for my favorite imp.” He watched in amusement as you perked up at his words, even in your half-aware state you know what he’s offering. Quickly, he slid across a small package to you before setting it in your shopping bag. He handed you the bag with a smile and a wave, “there you go! Enjoy, but not all at once.”
You nodded at his joke before walking out. He waved to you before turning to the next student in line.
I Read Your Twisted Wonderland 'When You Wake Him Up With Nonsense" and Wanted To Ask If We Can Get One With The Staff(With Staff!Reader) and RSA(With RSA!Reader)? 🥺
Feel Free To Ignore😭
Love You❤️ And Have a Great Day!
"=⌕ YOU WAKE HIM UP WITH NONSENSE / pt. 2
⌕ pt. 1 here
warnings: bad writing, as usual, some characters may seem ooc, I apologize, pet names, some might dislike those
summary: You wake him up in the middle of the night with some nonsense
characters: RSA, NRC Staff and Rollo x GN!Reader
word count: 1,995
a/n: some are shorter or longer, it's just that I find some characters hard to write or I write them like I view them :) I HOPE YOU ALSO HAVE A VEEEERY NICE DAY TOO!
Chenya
The sound of your voice draws his attention to you. His breath hitches as he tries to stay asleep. He does not respond, instead he remains still as a statue. It is as if he wants to hear every word you have to say. And he wants to keep sleeping.
"Chenya, Chenya, Chenya, Chenya...Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker." Your voice cuts through the quiet. Your words pull him out of a dream.
He opens his eyes, and he looks straight at you and whines. "Why you gotta pull my full naaaaame...jus' wanna sleeeep..." "Yesterday I saw a motorcycle on the sun kissing the curtains in a cow." He blinks, utterly baffled by your words. His brow furrows and he is at a complete loss with how to respond. Finally, he settles on a simple and tired, "Wha-?" "What I said." You are utterly illogical. It makes it nearly impossible for him to comprehend you.
Your mind is fascinating, weird. You're fucking dumb sometimes.
His lips twitch upwards. That's why he loves you.
"You make no sense, ya know." He signs hard, rubbing his eyes. "And ya woke me up for that bullshit...you gotta pay me back, you better."
Neige
The sound of your voice is so familiar, and the words hit him like a wave of cool air while he's asleep. His body shifts as he starts to respond in the depths of his sleep.
"Wha-" He starts to say, his words faltering on the cusp of waking. "Cutie are you...is everything okay?" he asks groggily, a bit of sleep still clinging to him. If he could blush in his slumber, he would have been scarlet in shame for how his words slurred and garbled on his tongue. He slowly sits up, looking more worried than ever.
"I just saw a chicken picking up McDonald's at the gas station for detention." The words catch him off-guard once more, and he stares at you with a small confused smile on his face. He tries to process what you've said, but finds it impossible without more explanation.
His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and he tilts his head to the side, looking way to adorable for his own good. His confusion soon gives way to a brief chuckle, and he smiles widely and nods, still processing your words.
"That's such a nice story!...You should tell me the ending tomorrow though..." and with that he pulls you back against him and pets your head gently before both of you fall back asleep. He's still confused tho...
Rollo
He begins to stir, slowly waking to consciousness. His eyes dart around the room, his vision blurred and unfocused as he sits up. "Mmm, yes?" Rollo could never be mad if you woken him up for a reason, a good reason.
"I forgot to tell you that the telephone told me about the flying elephant with rainbow eyes and silver shoes." Rollo raises one eyebrow at first, thinking you're playing a trick on him. The joke is too outlandish to be real. Even this is to stupid for you.
But seeing that you're serious, he has no idea what to say. He is speechless. Oh...so you are that dumb huh? At this point the lord can't save him anymore.
"Is...that so?" he finally asks. "Yes!" Rollo stares at you incredulously as you continue. Every detail you describe is nonsensical and unrealistic. But his gaze remains firmly fixed on yours, and his thoughts are blank.
He struggles to understand why you woke him up. Is this a game? He is utterly puzzled. And his annoyance is starting to seep in. But the look in your eyes is magnetic, and it is difficult for him to hold his frustration. He sighs, "You...you are truly one of a kind, are you aware of that?" But Rollo can't help but smile at you, you just had to turn his life upside down, huh?
Crowley
He stirs slightly, his eyes blinking slowly open. He opens his mouth to speak, but then he realizes you are next to him and closes it again. His expression is soft and delicate, like your presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, and all he can focus on is you. You'd be surprised, moments of his adoration aren't that rare.
"What is it?" he asks with a slight yawn, his voice still soft and sleepy. "So like, I cooked us a clock with sprinkles of snow and the clock then when away with the pan because of their date at the baseball doctor." In spite of his tired mood, he bursts into laughter. A hearty, full-bellied laugh that only he would be so amused by such ridiculous, nonsensical statements.
"Ah, my love. It seems you have discovered the wonders of a dream," the headmaster chuckles, running his fingers curiously through your hair. For a moment he ponders about what other kinds of nonsense you would utter, if this is what your brain conjures just during your sleep.
He chuckles again in amusement. "Do go on," he encourages you, still looking through you with a light in his eyes. "Did the clock turn into a frog? Did the frog wear green boots and sing rock songs in kitchen utensils?" He's amused, but he also wants to know.
Crewel
As you call to him, you can see his eyelids twitch underneath. Your voice seems to permeate his dreams. There is no immediate answer as his eyes flutter in a way that seems to indicate that he's trying to force himself awake but still struggles to do so. He turns onto his back, his head tilting towards the sound of your voice. After a moment, he finally manages to open his eyes with a low groan. His hand reaches for his forehead and rubs it, as though he's suffered from a particularly intense headache. But once he sees you, he stops, his eyes brightening at the sight of your face.
All the weariness seems to leave him in an instance, yet not entirely. He manages a smile for you. "Puppy?..." "I just ate a singing pizza who told me the story of the bees and the snakes who danced underwater." "Ah..."
Divus manages a confused hum. It takes him a moment as he seems to try and work it out in his head.
"They danced in...underwater?" He asks, voice soft. "Underwater...is a body of water...but...how does one..." he looks away from you as he attempts to picture the scenario. After a moment, he shakes his head, chuckling softly into his palm. "No matter. That is quite a tale, indeed my pup."
Divus draws you close and wraps his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and hugging you tightly. His breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tensing underneath. "Sleep..." he mumbles softly, his voice seeming to get thicker as a low growl rumbles from his chest.
"Or does my pup want to keep being disobedient?"
Trein
(Solid grandpa issues ya'll have here)
It is almost as you say his name that his eyes blink quickly. They become wide and concerned. "Dearest?" he whispers with a hint of urgency in his voice. Though his expression turns gentle as he notices you aren't hurt or sick. His shoulders relax. "Yuu, have you not been feeling well?" Mozus asks, his voice a soothing melody. After a moment, he sits up. The bed creaks with the weight of his shifting body. Even Lucius wakes up from his slumber to tip tap his way over to your shared bed.
"Did you perhaps catch a cold? I could fetch some medicine if you would like." He doesn't want to see you in pain, not even for a moment. Oh, how caring he can be sometimes..."My hair turned purple because I washed it with dirt in the afternoon 13 years ago on a full red moon at midnight."
Silence hangs in the air as you speak. Mozus's expression remains concerned; worried. And then it turns into a frown. "Ah... You must've hit your head. Or else you wouldn't speak of such nonsense" he says. Though he tries to conceal it, a flicker of irritation flashes across his eyes. Your sudden statements seem to have sparked his annoyance.
"Or are you perhaps playing a childish prank on me at unholy hours?" he asks sharply, tone becoming stern. "If there is nothing else you require, I believe you've wasted enough of your time together." He tries to keep his voice neutral, but is obviously still slightly peeved at your game. "I-Im sorry..." His anger melts at your apology. His face melts back to a soft expression as he pulls you into his arms. His voice returns to its soothing tone as he presses his lips to yours.
When he pulls away, only seconds later, there's a content smile on to his lips. "Do not apologize," he says softly, voice quiet. Yet you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You feel almost as light as a feather once again. "I'm happy you're in best condition."
Vargas
Ashton jolts awake as he hears your voice, immediately rising into a defensive stance as he looks at you. Protectively he stands before the bed frantically looking around for potential danger with both his fists up, ready to punch whatever lurks in your shared bedroom.
"It's okay! Is there something wrong? Are you hurt?!" he asks anxiously but wild as he still holds his position. "Wha--no?!" He reacted so fast you couldn't keep up. "Oh...!" Asthon blinks a few times as he seems to calm himself. He lowers his fists, though now he seems completely at a loss for words. He stares at you blankly.
"That is good," he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed about the situation, "very good, yes " he offers a small smile, though you can sense him struggling to gather himself. "...so I woke up because the curtains were running away from a wild toaster." Ashton blinks a few times, processing this information. He seems to ponder it for a moment and then... bursts out into laughter.
It's a loud sound, like a true suburban father laugh. It's a sound of complete delight. Though, it doesn't take him too much effort to bring himself back. "Ah... yes," he says, "Wild toasters. They are very problematic." He lets himself sink into bed again, and like before, you're to slow to react. Because the moment his head hits the pillow, he's gone. Snoring the night away...
Sam
"Hm?" The mighty lord stirs in his sleep. He pulls the sheets tighter around him, his body twitching in his sleep. The sound of his name being uttered by you seems to have broken through his slumber. "Wake uuuup~!" "Hm?" Sam finally looks up at you, his eyes barely open. They seem to focus on you, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room before he finally smiles. "Impy...?" He speaks in the softest of whispers, his voice almost hoarse as though it had been a while. "Did my friends wakw you...or...was it my snoring?"
"My shampoo ran out cause the towel used it for their skincare routine." "Ah..." He sits up, his expression still weary from sleep. Before you can even tell him to stop, he's already risen from the bed. He's practically half-asleep as he waddles towards the shop and comes back with a bottle of shampoo in hand.
He doesn't question you or the strange request at all. "There you go," he holds up a bottle of shampoo. "Only the best for my little imp, and since its you...its on the house" he says, although he looks like he's in a trance he does smirk at you.
"Thank...you?" You question as you take the bottle from his hands. Before you know it he drops face first into bed, "But...if ya need anythin' else...get it yourself...alright?" he mumbles into the pillow.
It was near noon on Sunday, one of the rare days where he wasn't required to go out to the base, to run patrols, any of it. He actually had the day off. Was he spending it in bed, relaxing and wrapped around his handsome husband? No. No he was not. Because you were insisting on a deep clean day, which meant that by the time the sun went down, every nook and cranny of the house would be clean enough to do surgery on.
Right now, he was coming back to the living room after obediently replacing all the towels, of course on your orders. And there you were. Oh god, what were you doing? Standing on the back of the couch, balanced so fucking precariously while wiping off the curtain rods. The curtain rods. Because of course those were dirty enough to necessitate a clean.
Upon hearing him enter, you look back over your shoulder, expression melting into a grin. And then you decide to give him a heart attack by sliding down the couch and flopping so you're seated vaguely normally. And he just sighs before nearly diving onto the couch next to you, bumping his forehead against yours.
"Amor, it is my day off. Why are we not relaxing? Why are you trying to give me all the gray hairs in the world?" He grumbles the words into your throat, huffing a sigh so dramatic it's nearly worthy of a soap opera. Not that he would ever admit he watched those, of course.
And you have the audacity to laugh at him. Laugh! "The house is dirty! I need help cleaning." You poke between his eyebrows with one finger before leaning into kiss the same spot. "Don't pout about it."
But he does. Oh he does pout, because Colonel Alejandro Vargas has one day off, and while he does want to spend it with you, his most perfect, beloved, darling, and treasured husband, there was something he didn't want. He did not want to spend his day off cleaning. Even if you did look so handsome focused on whatever task you'd picked up.
So he groans again, flopping onto his side and taking you with him. After all, what was the point of military training if he couldn't manhandle his husband a little. "We are staying on the couch. Right here. We are cuddling. You have no choice." And Alejandro tries to be stern, he really does. But it never, ever fucking works.
Because it's barely ten minutes of stolen snuggles later that you've got him moving an entire cabinet, having decided you needed to clean behind it. Why couldn't he ever say no to you? It didn't matter though, because at least he still got his kisses, you coming over to cover him in them as a reward. You, his angelic husband, who admittedly went a little crazy sometimes when it came to cleaning. You were perfect, and Alejandro guesses cleaning isn't that bad so long as he still gets to spend the day with you.
And gets plenty of cuddles that night. Because he loves cuddles.
A/N: I couldn't make yall choose. So, I was like BOAF
Seabrook had changed since the last battle. The walls weren’t just separating zombies and humans anymore—they now stood between old wounds and new beginnings.
You, a day walker, found yourself caught in the middle of a world that was still learning how to coexist.
Victor and Vargas, two of the most powerful vampires in town, were still very much a part of your life—sometimes dangerously close.
It started innocently enough. A few stolen glances from Victor during town meetings, Vargas’s teasing smirk whenever you crossed paths. But it quickly grew into something more intense, more charged.
One evening, at a late-night gathering at the community center, Vargas leaned against the doorway, watching you with a smirk.“You’re hard to pin down,” he said, voice low. “I like that.”
Before you could respond, Victor entered quietly, the wit in his eyes making your pulse quicken.“We’re both after you,” he said simply, stepping closer.
Vargas chuckled, crossing his arms. “So, what do you say? A little bet—who wins your heart first?”
Victor’s gaze flicked to you, unreadable but heavy with meaning.
“You’re not a prize,” he said, voice softer now. “But I want to try.”
Days passed with games: Vargas teasing you with playful touches, fingers brushing your arm; Victor catching your eye during quiet moments, his presence like a promise you couldn’t ignore. The rivalry was exciting
One night, you left the community center alone, the cold air crisp against your skin. Footsteps echoed softly behind you—two sets. You didn’t turn, already knowing who they belonged to.
Victor and Vargas emerged from the shadows, standing on either side of you.
“This isn’t working,” Vargas said quietly, dropping the playful tone.
Victor’s eyes held a fierce intensity. “Because you’re not choosing.”
“And neither of us will let you go,” Vargas said, voice low.
For a moment, the three of you simply stood there, breaths mingling in the cold night.
Victor reached out first, his fingers curling around yours with a kindness that made your heart flutter. Vargas followed, his touch electrifying and sure.
You realized then—it wasn’t about choosing between them.
It was about creating something new.
“I don’t want to be the reason you guys torn apart,” you whispered.
Victor’s voice was steady, a vow. “Then you won’t be.”
Vargas leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”
Under the watchful eyes of the moon and the quiet streets of Seabrook, you felt a bond that was fierce and fragile, dangerous and beautiful all at once.
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There’s something about frills and twirls and big mcfucking guns of pure muscle that sure screams “cute!”
At least, the cackle you let out when Vargas steps in front of your table didn’t sound too embarrassing. Trading his scarlet gym tracksuit for an even more red maid dress, Varga’s cleavage was borderline scandalous with the way it filled out the chest of his dress.
Throwing a rather dramatic wink towards you, he curls the menu like a dumbbell, before lowering it towards you, a wide boyish grin spread across his cheeks.
Through sobs of laughter, you choke out:
“Did you really shave just for this?”
He snorts, throwing his arms akimbo, puffing out his chest.
“Of course! Did you really think the Vargas himself would half-ass such an event? I’ve gotta’ show the rest of the maids who’s the real boss, don’t I?”
With a flick of his wrist, he has a ketchup bottle in his hands, twirling and spinning it rather rapidly in between his thick fingers. Striking a pose much more suited for a warrior, he flexes above your omelette. Raising an eyebrow, he inquires to what you’ll want to see on it.
Raising both hands at him, you gesture loosely.
“Whatever you feel like drawing is fine, Vargas.”
His grin only widens, as he slips the bottle in between his bicep and his arm.
“Just for you, master! Here’s a special service, from Vargas’s big guns themselves!”
You only had a second’s warning to duck, because he squeezes the bottle with all his might. Vargas’ satisfied smirk was the only thing you saw before your world went red. Maybe from the huge dollop of ketchup fired straight at your face.
“Oops. Hey, Master, are you alright?”
A pair of warm palms press against your checks, a rough thumb wiping the glops of ketchup away from your eyes. You splutter and cough, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Only to freeze as Vargas swipes his thumb across your lips, before bringing that very same finger towards his lips, licking it clean.
“Huh. Ain’t this kinda sweet for Ketchup?”
Before he chuckles, jabbing you playfully in the shoulder.
