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[twstyturny]

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[londondungeon2]

thinking about floyd and a drunk shrimpy.

(narc expansion, who cheered?)

one foot in front of the other shouldn’t be so difficult.

i mean, it’s a skill you’ve learned before being able to read! hell, you even taught yourself to walk in heels at 17! really, you’re like what da vinci was to painting when it comes to walking, just not at this exact moment.

“come on, ya big baby. up.”

“mmmmmhh.”

you protest, not with words but vague hums, because you are up. you’ve been standing up the entire time. wait. maybe you did stop for a bit. but, you are up now and mostly staying up — even if you lean most of your weight on floyd to stay upright, at least you haven’t fully collapsed!

really, you aren’t one to let your guard down so easily. if you drink, it is in solitary company of your apartment. having to make the trek back to your room while inebriated is a new experience, usually you just migrate kitchen counter to bed no hassle.

it is jarring how different your life has been since inviting floyd to share it.

“floooyd.” his name is so fun to say. “floooyd. fl - floyd.”

“i’m gonna have to give ya a piggyride back, aren’t i?”

back? haven’t you already made it back to your room? this spot feels comfortable enough to sleep on.

unamused, floyd stands with his arms akimbo, watching you start to deflate slowly on the floor of your apartment complex’s corridor, head sliding down from the wall and about to land on the rug. before that can happen, he hooks his hands under your armpits and lifts. you stagger to your feet much like a newborn fawn. “shrimpy’s so silly. silly shrimpy.”

you giggle because floyd’s so funny. funny floyd. that’s such fun alliteration too. funny floyd. hehe!

maneuvering your deadweight limbs, floyd squats and throws you over his back, just managing to hook your limp wrists around his neck. he makes sure to tug your dress lower over your thighs so you’re decent before continuing the rest of the way to your apartment. the entire time, you carelessly giggle about something inane, clinging onto his back.

by the time he gets the key in the lock, you are already half-asleep on his shoulder, drool soaking into the collar of his button-up. good thing he stole the good silk from jade’s closet, it’ll be his problem later on.

with nothing more than a turn and release, floyd drops you onto your bed like a fisherman returning his catch to sea.

reaching out, you grab a pillow and hug it to your chest, easily finding comfort in the familiar embrace.

date done right? he got you home safe, he’s going to lock the door behind him, this is how normal booty calls go about their business right? he’s obviously not going to fuck you when you’re like this so night’s over right?

but, you have a stupid ten step routine to take off all that makeup and your rabbit probably hasn’t been feed either and, when you were loose-lipped enough from drinking, you earnestly complained about the heels you were wearing and how you always loathed how heels became the professional footwear for women when they were nothing but uncomfortable, tight vices.

tonight was all about trying to evolve from guy you fuck on saturdays and sundays and maybe the rare thursday -> boyfriend, guy you care about.

before floyd can really think about if that’s such a good idea, he’s kneeling by your mattress and unzipping the first platform heel. though you may find them uncomfortable, he was really glad you put on your most expensive shoes tonight. he wore his best set for you tonight too. with more diligence than he has ever given to another’s belongings, he puts your heels on the shelf where the rest are lined up.

he feeds your pet. he runs a wet washcloth over your face. just as he is peeling glued-on eyelashes off your closed eyes, he leans in and whispers sharply.

“shrimpy. hey. shrimpy. wake up.”

about 90% dead to the world, you go, “mmmmmhh.”

“where’s that salt spray you have?”

“salt spray,” you repeat, groggy. “saah?” you have no idea what he is talking about.

“yeah. that salt stuff. for your ears.”

salt. salt. salt. oh, he means saline spray. “medicine cabinet.” the ‘m’ is pronounced very slurred.

“thanks shrimpy.”

you don’t see it but you can almost feel his presence move away from the side of your mattress.

you think it is really odd. floyd never cleans his single piercing. it smells like cheese back then. why does he want your stuff now? too drunk, too trusting, you melt into sheets without a care. so what if he wants to clean his piercing. whatever.

you get your answer when there is suddenly a loud ‘ssssshhhh’ by your ear and water all along your ear, sliding down into your neck.

“floyd!” you protest sharply, waking up just momentarily. pissy, you turn on your other side and curl into a fetal position. already, you are starting to drift off again.

jerk, you think.

your other ear gets the same treatment.

[twstyturny]

i just realized youre the anti acceptance jade fic person! wow! not sure if you remembee me commenting but i cried reading that fic LMAO. love your work, look forward to crying to more of your fics ദ്ദി・ᴗ・)✧

THAT’S ME!!! to be completely honest, my memory is actual asscheeks so i’m not gonna pretend i fully memorised your comment :( but i’m 100% positive that it brought me tons of joy in the moment, so thank you so incredibly much!! i do hope it was a nice cry! <333

[twstyturny]

ad nauseum ft. jamil viper

you ask kalim for a “little bit of alcohol”, which translates to “give me alcohol poisoning” in kalimese.  terrible experience, but excellent opportunity to get back at jamil >:0

tags/warnings: jamil viper x reader, gn!reader, reader is yuu, alcohol and emetophobia tw (vomiting mentioned but not in detail), NRC is actual college age (18-22), takes place after scarabia arc

a/n: wrote (most of) this when i was drunk, didn't proofread at all, and it’s ass but i’ll leave it mostly unedited to stay true to my drunk self. please have mercy. also, please drink smarter and more safely than i did, or not at all if you’re underage :o

DO NOT FEED ANY PART OF THIS TO AI.  thanks!

word count: 1111

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

Given four traumatic overblots in your first four months in Twisted Wonderland, there’s only one correct answer to Kalim’s generous question, “Prefect, do you want alcohol in your drink?”

And that is: “Yes, please!”

But to keep it reasonable, you add, “Just a little bit, though.  I don’t wanna go too overboard.”

“Got it!  I’ll pour just a little bit for you!”

 

Bullshit.

Luckily, you’d sensed your queasiness early on and ran to the toilet before any damage could be done to Scarabia’s priceless rugs or furniture.  But this is still hellish.

“Kalim,” you wheeze into the toilet bowl, “what in Seven’s names did you put in that last drink?”

“Just a little!” he insists.  “I’m so sorry!  I didn’t think you’d be such a lightweight!”

Another wave of nausea washes over you—and out of you.  Kalim pats uselessly at your back; you appreciate the sentiment regardless.

“A ‘little’ of what?  Isopropyl?” you cough.  You should’ve asked this before drinking it, but hindsight is 20/20. And the desire for inebriation is blinding.

“Uh, I’m not sure!  I just grabbed a bottle.  Everything we have is good, though!”

You scoff and instantly regret it as it burns behind your nose.  “Yeah, I got that impression.”

“Are you feeling okay now?”

“Well, I think it’s all out of my system,” you chuckle weakly.  “I think.  Don’t wanna risk it.”

Draped disgustingly over the toilet, you watch Kalim leave your side and scramble aimlessly around the bathroom for a minute.  He’s somehow more directionless than you right now, and you’re hammered.

“I’ll go get Jamil!” he announces abruptly, decisively, and then sprints off.

You wonder if you should get up and rinse your mouth out, but the microscopic voice of reason at the back of your mind says not to get up without supervision.

You’ll just have to wait for Jamil, then.  Damn.

 

Even with your eyes shut, you know exactly when the vice-housewarden arrives by the bone-shaking sigh he releases the moment he sees you.

“Kalim…  What have you done…”

“Hey, it's my fault too!” you murmur blindly with a thumbs up, tone inappropriately chipper.

Kalim himself stands in the doorway, looking anxious as ever.  “No, don't say that, Prefect!  You didn't know!”

“It’s both your faults,” Jamil groans.  He nudges a cup of water against your knuckle.  “Here.  Rinse your mouth.”

“Is the Prefect gonna be okay?” Jamil’s other ward stage-whispers while you swish water.

“Yes.  Go back to the party,” the vice-housewarden sighs again, and you spit into the toilet.

“Really?  Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ll handle them.  Go entertain your guests.”  You feel Jamil’s tension instantly dissipate with the housewarden’s absence, but now what’s left of it is focussed on you.  “Drink.”

So you do.  Between sips, “Mmmm, water tastes really good right now~”

Arms crossed, he leans against the wall.  Judging.  “…How much did you drink?”

You don’t reply, too focussed on tasting your delicious water.  Oooh, quenchy.

“You didn’t check what Kalim gave you?” he tries again.

Tip the glass fully back and slurp down the remaining drops; you place it on the floor; you’re running out of distractions.

“Are you that irrespons—”

“Shut,” you snap.  “Wanted to get drunk tonight.  Got there.  We good.”

The heavy sigh you expect to hear doesn’t come.  All there is is the soft tumbling of a washing machine and distant laughter from the party.

Silently, Jamil picks up the empty cup.  “More water?”

“Mmm.”

Attentively, he refills it and hands it back to you.  “Thank you,” you blabber.

Even drunk, you’re all too aware of the intensity of his gaze on you.  So you stare back.  “You’re too pretty to be such an ass,” you say.

Caught between the compliment and the insult, Jamil scowls.  “Bold words from a drunkard who needs me to look after them.  I don’t have to do this charity.”

“I know, that’s what sucks.  I want to hate you.”

He scoffs, “Be my guest.  You’d be one of many.”

And that’s the issue, isn’t it?  You can’t.

You’d been charmed the moment you met him, and things only got worse as you spent more time together.  He was sweet and attentive and kind to you, and he gave you hope.  You’d spent late nights together, shared sweet nothings, relished the little meals he’d prepare for you despite having his hands full.

But apparently, it was all a façade.  He doesn’t like you, never has; you mean nothing to him, really.  You’d just been a pawn in his ballsy little scheme.

That realisation has you nauseous all over again.

 “I can only wish,” you laugh.  “That’d make everything easier, yeah?”

I still like you goes unsaid.  Though you suspect he understands when he pulls his hood over his head.

Instead, he diverts the conversation.  “Do you still feel nauseous?”  Smooth as always.

 “I don’t think so.”

“Good.  Let’s get you to bed, then.”

As you attempt to get up and nearly crack your head on the wall,“Prefect—!” he exclaims, his voice laced with more urgency than you’d like from him.  “Ugh, between you and Kalim, I’m going to have a heart attack by the time I’m 30.”

“Sorry~” you drawl with your eyes shut.  “But you don’t have to look after me, you know.  I know you don’t like me.  You don’t have to fake it anymore.”

You await a pointed assent from his sharp tongue, but it doesn’t come.

“Live to at least 50, okay?” you continue.  “I’m sorry.”

And you wonder if he’ll take you up on your offer and leave you to suffer on the cold bathroom floor.  But you feel his hand in yours, firm and calloused from unending servitude, and he gently pulls you up.  His hand feels nice; you’d felt it before but holding it now makes your heart clench in the most pleasant, masochistic way.

 

Time passes in blinks, and you soon arrive in your little dormroom, Jamil beside you to ensure you don’t black out and die.

“You should be able to brush your teeth now without wrecking your teeth,” you hear in the distance, already caught up in a half-dream state.

“Don’t wanna,” escapes your lips.  “Tired.”

But there’s a toothbrush in your mouth all of a sudden, and it doesn’t matter how you’re feeling because Jamil’s here for you.

You hate it.  You hate that he strings you along like this.

But he tucks you into bed propped up and you’re oh so tired, and the words just flow out: “I like you too much for my own good.”

And in the last moments of your consciousness, he pats your head.

“Me too.”

[twstyturny]

HELLO HELLO HELLO!!! May i for headcanon in which twst characters accidentally find out that yuu is women (Sorry for mistakes but eanglish is not my first language🙏🙏🙏)

[BTW I LIVE YOUR WRITING😝🔥]

not even joking, i genuinely find it really funny that three offences were committed here hehehe

i do not write headcanons! i mention this in my request rules

i also state in my rules that i dislike the “OMG YOU’RE A WOMAN??!” trope

my requests are closed! it says so on the button you clicked when you (yes, you! 🫵) submitted this ask :]

the only reason i’m being such an ass and posting this is because i’m 95% sure it was mass-copy-pasted to 10+ writers. to the rest of my non-bot followers, ily and hope you have a great week

p.s. never apologise for english not being your first language

[twstyturny]

Your banner made me giggle plz kick Floyd out and replace him with Jade too

oh my god

(i'll do it)

[twstyturny]

Vro...did you seriously put Jade above Azul in your new banner?

That's slander!!!/j

Getting only two of the three for one deal....

who's this "azul" you're talking about?

[twstyturny]

sillyfunny to see people praising the anti acceptance & affection anthology fics for the fluffs while my ass over here felt the most Emotions™ with Jade's lowkey panic attack in the proposal fic (it was SO well described I felt my heart drop with his thoughts about it in the moment)

ohhhhh how I yearn for hurt/comfort 😔

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! i also really love hurt/comfort so i'm happy that it hit for you :D with more practice, i hope to get better at it. then i can get more Emotions™ from you >:] <3

[twstyturny]

when fic writers find fanart and put it in their posts uncredited, that's an instablock from me. could you guys not do that? i would think you'd be more respectful about art ownership since you're posting your own writing, but apparently not

[twstyturny]

Hihi!!! I just read your anti acceptance fic and I just wanna say it's SO cute omg I was giggling the whole time reading it especially during the food part and the dance part it's so silly and cute I love it

thank you so much! i'm glad you enjoyed it :D

[twstyturny]

omg hi ! i've been genuinely enchanted by ur writing as a fellow jade truther i've reread your jade works like 5+ times THEY ARE SO SO AMAZING !!! all of them are absolutely perfect and i LOVE anti acceptance literally a permanent bookmark in my phone now ToT i was seriously smiling like a giggly schoolgirl reading them Lolol !! writing is not easy so always take time for yourself and keep being amazing !! :D

AH TYSM!!! heehee this ask has me smiling like a giggly schoolgirl myself; i always find compliments from fellow writers to be especially exciting :] and i'm ultra happy that you think my works are worth rereading >:D

you take care and keep being amazing yourself! thank you again 🫶🫶🫶

[twstyturny]

weird question but do you have, like... a name you go by? or do people just call you by your handle/username?

i’m happy with people just calling me twstyturny! or twsty. or you can just make up any nickname for me idm

thanks for asking!! :]

[twstyturny]

delightful

:)

[twstyturny]

omg hi,,, i read all of your masterlist last night and im not even a big jade fan but i was kicking my feet and giggling the entire time thank you for sharing your works here i loved them all !!! your writing is so beautiful <33

hi hi hi!! it’s my pleasure to share my silling little writings and i’m so jazzed that you let my jade brainworms wiggle into your socks :) THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY :D <333333

[twstyturny]

congrats on recently turning 20! unless you decided not to then uncongrats

yes i decided to not turn 20 💪 it's a little too rough out here for that

jkjk thank you!!!! :D

[twstyturny]

i love the way u write jamil so much ure the goat 😭🩷🩷🩷

🫶🫶🫶 AHHH thank you so much :'D i'm so happy

[twstyturny]

wow!!! your so funny!!!!...no one can be funnier than me. lock your doors.

unless you have a bike i’ll take my chances