"It Would've Been You

"It would've been you

with Floyd Leech, Jade Leech"

Of course it wasn't him. 'Floyd Leech was an unpredictable psycho' in everyone else's eyes. But he was so sure that you thought differently of him. So why? Why were you holding Jade's hand instead. Why were you so insistent on leaning on his shoulder? If he was chaotic, Jade was fucking insane.

"Floyd, you haven't eaten today," Jade gently tried to pry into his brother's side in the room. He was met with a pillow being thrown in his direction, and a string of muffled curses. "Pardon?"

Floyd threw the pillow that held his head up prior, and yelled. "You stole Shrimpy! My shirmpy!" Jade's eyes widened. "We were meant to be together, I just know it! But then you came in and fucked it all up for us!"

At a loss for words, Jade stood in shock, failing to dodge the stuffed animal thrown at him. It didn't hurt, but he still felt an ache in his body. It was one of a duo that you offered the twins as you became friends. Jade was oblivious to either of your feelings back then. Yours or Floyd's.

"Floyd I-," but he was stopped.

"You stole them, you douche." Floyd got up from his bed, with a scowl on his face. "And I hope your relationship crashes and burns."

"Place your bets

with Overblotees"

“I bet on losing dogs”

Perceived as laying all your eggs in one basket, so to speak. Even without confidence of your chosen competitor winning, you want to believe hopelessly that they will not fail you.

Of course you’re typically well aware of their failure before the race begins. You’d hear others make remarks about how naive it is to place your bets on such a pathetic excuse of a runner, all in hushed voices.

But it’s hope, or maybe delusion that pushes you to cheer on the sidelines.

But a losing dog is only that, a loser. It will always fail you. So stop convincing yourself otherwise.

"The way she is with me

with Cyno"

No one would believe you. No one would believe that the general mahamatra was sitting in front of you allowing you to place little flowers in his previously braided hair. Absolutely no one would think you were telling the truth if you announced how serene his expression was while asking how it looked.

And that was fine.

You didn't need others to believe you and your boyfriend's silly little moments like this. Maybe that's what made them so special. The fact that no one could replicate the behavior on either of your ends just made it that much more amusing.

"My art is completed," you triumphantly declared. He chuckled softly, content in this very state. Just with you in your guys' special date spot. Like a crevice in the universe just for the two of you, molded by his hands.

With his flower-strewn braids, he turned to face you slowly. He wasn't willing to destroy your handiwork. You noticed the smirk on his lips, "You really “rose” to the occasion, didn't you?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his typical antics.

And that laugh just made him fall a little further into your heart.

"I have to break your heart

with Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade"

Taking accountability for your decision to leave is cruel, don’t you think? Acknowledging how you hurt others, but refusing to apologize. What is the point in saying sorry when there's no effort to change?

Each moment you pitched to others the idea that you were completely alone, you dismissed those who loved you. You forfeit the relationships and connections you handmade with those individuals. And it’s clear for a fact you didn’t try to care. Sneaking away from those who truly do love you for others who couldn’t care less about your absence.

You can go back to a person. Again and again and again. But you cannot make them care.

Your false sacrifices will not make them love you.

You can leave, go to where you perceive 'home' as. But do not expect your family to be there, waiting.

"Loss of power

with Jade Leech"

Mentions of nudity and the topic of sex, but so sexual intercourse

As he laid underneath you, he was stiff and clearly uncomfortable. His shirt and pants had been shed already, allowing you a clear view to the bumps across his pale skin. His breath was caught in his throat, feeling less like a partner and more like prey. \

Was this how others felt towards him and Floyd? Of course. He knew that because of his cause for his demeanor.

While Floyd was rambunctious and chaotic, reveling in the anxiety of his fellow classmates, Jade did not originally act this way out of fascination for fear. "Jade, you still have a sense of power in this. Say the word, and I'll stop immediately." He snapped out of his thoughts, almost choking from the dryness of his throat.

You still had your clothes on. You were invulnerable in this situation as he was quite literally laying on his back for you. How could you handle this state?

He felt the rush of adrenaline as you leaned a bit closer. You were asking for permission, and he couldn't react. His body felt rigid, and probably was. His heartbeat was in his ears, reminding him of that awful day.

His face was pale as your gaze was soft and direct. Why? Why couldn't he do anything? Why was he so weak underneath you, despite you being so normal about it when the roles were reversed? Sevens, how could he be so scared of a human?

He hadn't noticed you pulled away until a blanket covered him. The plush made contact with his skin and caused him to jump. You took note of it and turned to head to his bathroom. But he was quick to grab your wrist. He was trembling.

"I'd like to apologize. I did not expect a concept involving vulnerability to make me shake like prey. Perhaps we could try again sometime at a later-," you pulled away.

Your expression looked so scary, sending a shiver down his spine. He wasn't used to this feeling of cowardice. "I'm not ever planning to push you into a state of paralysis from fear, Jade. Never again."

He couldn't grab you again as you resumed your way to the door. You shut the door behind you, maybe to give him time to himself.

He felt as if he was on auto-pilot as he doubled over. A sob forced its way out of his mouth, causing him to cover his face. What the hell was going on with him now? Your kindness, and his cowardice. they were so irritating to deal with like this. All your composure in the moment of his crisis caused his cries to increase in volume.

Behind the bathroom door, you sat. Listening to the ever stoic Jade Leech hyperventilate and spiral in his thoughts. He had suggested the possibility of having intimacy where you took charge, claiming it would be interesting.

You should have known it could have resulted in this, but then again. No one could have predicted your boyfriend would experience such a severe reaction.

Maybe you should have stuck in the room to give him a shoulder to cry on, but with all that's happened? Jade may break further if you were to bare genuine witness to his wrecked state.

He wanted to be more than just a predator, to understand your side to the relationship. But he failed, so horrendously. How pathetic. All due to his past of being prey as a child. The memories that would cause him to wake up in a cold sweat, have been the cause of the rift in your bond. At least, that's how he felt.

Barbatos could be so attractive...

Barbatos from Obey Me could be so fucking attractive. And he is in the cards Not just him, but most of the cast. Like they all have such good designs that are accentuated in a lot of their cards

(ignore the quality)

But look at them! They're so pretty and it's so fun to admire! Then...there's their sprites in the main gameplay.

I can't take them seriously...