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hiiiiii hru??? i love your “x reader” content !! :]

anywaysssss can i ask you to do a reverse comfort ?? ( like, the reader is the one who takes care of the characters because they have a breakdown or something similar) with overblot guys pls :)

srry if it something wrong, english its not my first language :((

—overblot gang : x gn!reader. Hurt/comfort. Soft angst. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato

note: my apologies that this took a while to write, writer's block has been eating me alive. Reverse comfort or angst isn't my best subject but I did try my best!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

The study was in disarray. Books lay scattered, pages wrinkled, ink bleeding across unfinished notes. Riddle stood rigid at the center, knuckles pressed to his forehead, shaking and feeling anxious. Everything felt overwhelming, turning his usually tidy life into chaos. He tried to act fine, but tears rolled down his smooth cheeks. His face was red, swollen eyes. He didn’t notice you at first. His eyes were locked on the floor as if trying to burn a hole through it as if he could fall through and escape. You stepped forward silently, navigating around the fallen papers. You knelt in front of him, wrapping your hands around his head and guiding him to your chest. He held onto your shirt tighter as he let his guard down. The silence calmed his worries, allowing him to breathe more easily and be a flawed, vulnerable person in your care without fear of judgment.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

He sat half-reclined on his bed, eyes unfocused, arm slung over his forehead. To anyone else, he might’ve looked like he was napping, lazily enjoying the peace and quiet. But the way his brow was creased — not from sleep but from thought. His tail twitched at uneven intervals, restless. Your footsteps were soft. Deliberate. When you reached him, you didn’t speak. You didn’t ask what was wrong. Instead, you sat beside him. The silence stretched long, thick with everything unspoken — the echoes of old wounds, of voices from a childhood filled with comparisons and unmet expectations. Second-born. Second-best. The crown would never be his. Leona blinked at you, one green eye sliding open to meet yours. There was a quiet challenge in it at first, as if he expected you to scold him for moping or pity him like others did. But your eyes didn’t carry judgment — only calm, grounding warmth. He didn’t say anything. You didn’t either. You simply lay down beside him, close enough that, if he wanted, he could reach you. After a long pause, his tail flicked again — this time curling lightly around your ankle. He rolled over, resting his head on your chest. His breath was warm against you, and his chest rose and fell in a steadier rhythm.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Papers fell from his grip — menus, contracts, financial plans — all his carefully cultivated defenses fell alongside them. His hands trembled, knuckles a stark white against his purple-black pen. His gaze darted unfocused across the mess. His mind fell into chaos — doubts, disappointments, worries. He turned his back to you, ashamed, vulnerable — a side he hadn’t meant for anyone to see. You sat on the floor in front of him and waited. Eventually, his hands dropped away from his face, slow and shaking. His eyes were red at the corners, lashes wet, but no tears trailed down. His mask had cracked, but the pieces still clung to him — just barely. Then, without needing a word, you drew him into your embrace — resting his head against your heart. His grip tightened — first reluctantly, then more desperately — letting your warmth ease his worries.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Night had long since fallen, but Jamil sat alone on the balcony, leaning against the railing, face buried in his arms. The stars above offered no comfort; the weight of responsibility, of endless expectations, was too much tonight. You found him there, silent and still, and sank down beside him without a word. Slowly, you placed a bottle of water by his side, and then you rested your head against his shoulder. Your hand rubbed slow circles along his backhand, He stayed quiet, but you felt the faintest hitch in his breath. He tensed, unused to being cared for but— He was unraveling. In pieces no one else ever sees. Except you. As the minutes passed, he leaned into you, just barely. Under the stars, breathing in rhythm, letting the night carry away his worries. He didn’t let go for a long time. And neither did you.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil sat in front of the vanity, not a trace of his usual poise in his posture. One hand lay limp on the tabletop, the other supporting his weight as he leaned forward. His reflection stared back at him, eyes hollow and tired. His makeup had smeared beneath one eye. His mouth, usually held with pride or precision, was slack—drawn down at the corners. His pulse pounded under his skin — a chorus of doubts. He turned away, ashamed. You gently lifted the makeup remover pad from the table. It was still damp. Turning, you knelt beside his chair. His lips parted slightly as if to say something — to scold, or maybe to warn you away. But no sound came out. Instead, you reached up, cupping his cheek with one hand — and with the other, you gently swept the stained pad beneath his eye. Slowly, carefully, his hand took yours. He didn’t squeeze. He didn’t pull you into a dramatic embrace, He just held it. Not with elegance, not with his usual sense of stage presence. Just a quiet, tired motion — until his forehead came to rest against your shoulder. A shaky exhale fell from his lips — a vulnerable confession without words — that he was not alone.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

The room was dark except for the soft light of his monitors. Screensaver spirals turned endlessly, untouched. His chair was turned away from the desk, barely rocking. Idia sat curled into himself on the bed, back against the wall, hoodie drawn over his head. Hair dim and flickering blue like a weak signal. One hand clutched the edge of a game controller, knuckles white, but the screen was off. His knees were drawn to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them — closed in, locked up. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t move. There were empty snack wrappers scattered beside the bed. His tablet is face-down on the floor. You saw the home screen still faintly lit up — a string of messages left unanswered, the last one sent hours ago. You just approached him slowly, giving him time to react if he needed space. You sat on the edge of the bed beside him. You gently placed your hand over his — resting your palm against his knuckles. He froze. His arms came up — hesitantly, uncertain — and then wrapped around your waist in a quiet, broken motion. His head buried itself in your side. He didn’t make a sound. Letting silence ease his worries. Your warmth anchored him, adding a moment of peace in his world.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

He stood solitary under a purple-black thundercloud, rain bouncing off his majestic horns. His magic faltered — growing wild — his confidence shaking alongside his power. He turned away, ashamed — a creature destined to be feared instead of valued. You approached without sound, stepping into his circle of solitude. Carefully, you extended your hand — no words, no demands. Unfurling your umbrella to keep him sheltered. The rain fell all around, bouncing off its surface, safely kept at bay. He turned toward you, Your gaze met his — calm, open, unwavering. You didn’t try to smile. You didn’t offer comfort in the form of shallow words. You just stood there with him. With him. Not the crown prince. Not the fae. Not the feared, revered being with horns and ancient magic. Just Malleus. Closer still, until his arms came around your shoulders, pulling you gently — but fully — into his chest. He rested his chin on the crown of your head and breathed out. And then he crumbled. Not in fury. Not in despair. Just quietly, like a wall that had finally allowed itself to fall — a moment of vulnerable peace forged without a word. You stayed beside him. Quiet. Steady. His magic grew calm, and the storm passed.

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speaking of Cupid what do you think of her new doll from Dracula’s G3 birthday line??

some people say it feels more ever after high than monster high and I can see it but I think it’s so pretty

also it’s a crime they didn’t release the doll like in Dracula’s ACTUAL birthday

I took this screenshot from Amazon so it looks alittle weird

I DIDNT KNOW THEY MADE A G3 CUPID DOLL!?! she is so gorgeous!! It dose look more like ever after then monster high, BUT I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

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I love the new change, pink and I thought I was entering heaven for a sec lalckcsjjx ❤️

awww thank you so much!! I wanted to go with a more love/heaven look!!💖

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request are open!!

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CUPID PFP SPOTTED‼️‼️

I LOVE IT SM

THANK YOU!! YES I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! she is one of my fav characters from ever after high/monster high!!!

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new pretty pink look!!

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It feels so weird typing without nails on…

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Hey can i maybe request something for sebek its ok if not thanks anyway

— Sebek x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

Note: I want to go with some silly romantic headcanons about him!! so i hope you like it!!

Awkward but sincere — he’s not the smooth-talker; instead, he expresses his affection through loyalty, service, and small gestures (like holding your books or making sure you’re safely home).

He gets flustered easily — a simple “I appreciate you” or a short, sweet compliment from you can make his face turn as red as a rose.

He strives to be a perfect knight for you — he practices his routines, always making sure he is polishes, and stands taller just to be someone you can be proud to be with.

He loves it when you care for him in return — putting a small snack in his bag, fixing his tie, or just a gentle word can make him feel valued and recognized.

He’s extremely loyal — there’s nobody else in the world who could win his heart once you have it; for him, loyalty is eternal.

He’s surprisingly affectionate in private. Once the two of you are alone, without prying eyes, he lets down his defenses. His grip on your hand is firm yet gentle, his kisses reverent, and his cheeks are faintly rosy with nervousness. The contrast between his tough demeanor in public and his softness in private melts your heart every time.

He’s a nervous mess when meeting your friends or family. He practices his introductions repeatedly, worried he might make a mess of them, but he’s eager to make a good, responsible first impression. His greatest wish is for your happiness, and he’ll do whatever it takes to ease your worries.

He’s fiercely proud of you. He brags about your kindness, your talents, or your achievements to anyone who will listen — much to your embarrassment — and defends you if someone speaks ill of you.

He strives to grow alongside you. If you’re passionate about something, he’ll study up on it, learn its history, and appreciate its finer details — just to connect with you more. Whether you love gardening, cooking, reading, or even magic, he’s there, eager to appreciate whatever brings you happiness.

He promises eternal loyalty. He’s not someone who falls in and out of relationships. His promises are made to last a lifetime — “until my last breath, I will remain by your side.”

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HAI HAIII ERM CAN I REQUEST HOUSEWARDENS WITH A FEM!READER WHOSE LIKE ENA SHINONOME BUT TENDS TO HAVE ENERGY WAVES LIKE EMU OTORI (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

— housewarden x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

Note: I don't know much about Project Sekai or its characters, but I did my best!! My apologies that this took so long!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

At first, Riddle is confused and overwhelmed. One minute you’re sitting in the garden talking about emotions and reading books with him… then suddenly you're spinning around yelling.

He scolds you every time you break a rule or get too loud — but only because it throws him off, not because he dislikes it.

He secretly finds your chaotic bursts kind of adorable — he’ll turn beet red when you tug him into a random dance in the hallway or yell his name just to see his reaction.

When you're in your Ena-mode, he enjoys having deep talks with you, especially over tea. Your introspection matches his structured world nicely.

Will never admit it, but when you go Emu-mode, he smiles if you’re not looking.

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Thinks you're a total weirdo, but in an amusing way. He’ll tease you constantly “So which version of you am I getting today? Poetic sap or pink tornado?”

Loves to nap next to you when you're calm. Your quiet presence is soothing, especially when you murmur poetic thoughts or hum.

But the second you jump on him yelling something like “Wakey Wakey, Leo!!” he’s throwing a pillow at your face with a growl.

Lowkey enjoys the unpredictable energy. It keeps things from getting boring, and let’s be honest — Leona gets bored easily.

If someone makes fun of your outbursts, he's instantly defensive.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

At first, he thinks your personality is a ploy. Like, are you just trying to throw him off?

Your thoughtful, artistic side intrigues him. He loves it when you help write ad copy for the Lounge or talk about emotions.

The chaotic energy bursts, however, make him short-circuit. You once burst into the Lounge mid-rush yelling.

He panicked. And blushed. And tripped.

Eventually, he becomes addicted to your unpredictability. You bring a kind of light he didn’t know he needed.

His favorite secret is how easily you fluster yourself when you realize you are too loud or affectionate. He treasures your smile.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

LOVES IT.

When you’re calm and poetic, he stares at you in awe like you're painting pictures with your voice.

When you go Emu-mode, he joins in immediately. You two end up feeding off each other’s energy—your bursts trigger his excitement, and vice versa. Expect chaotic, loud moments full of laughter and joy.

The two of you have caused explosions of confetti and impromptu song battles in the dining hall.

Jamil is constantly trying to escape the chaos.

Kalim thinks you’re the perfect match because you both understand the joy in switching gears — calm or chaotic, you’re always genuine.

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

At first, he finds your Emu outbursts exhausting. He’ll sigh and scold you for being “overly animated” in public.

But after some time, he realizes your emotional honesty — in both states — is rare and beautiful.

He especially loves it when you're calm and introspective, speaking in metaphors or sitting with him during skincare routines.

When you do go full Emu, he just closes his eyes and lets you get it out of your system.

“Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to perform your imaginary musical number.”

Will gently hold your hand when you fluster yourself mid-hyper act. He finds it endearing when you get shy after being the center of attention.

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Is low-key terrified of your Emu bursts the first few times. He’s used to your quiet Ena side and feels comfortable with it—so when you suddenly start clapping excitedly or babbling at high speed, his hair flares up in shock.

At first, he couldn’t handle it. When you laughed too loudly or pulled him into dancing in the hallway, he practically fizzled out like a dying Roomba.

BUT… he secretly stalked you because he found both sides of you fascinating.

Loves talking to you when you’re in Ena-mode. Long poetic messages, and he sometimes responds with ASCII art.

You once broke into his room screaming and he hid under his blanket. You were later seen sobbing at the memory from embarrassment. He now thinks you're “dangerously moe.”

You are the literal definition of his favorite type: “awkward yet powerful.”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

You're a mystery to him, and he adores it.

Malleus is intrigued by your Ena-like quietness; he feels you understand him.

The first time you burst out like Emu, excitedly waving your arms about something small (maybe you spot a cute bug or think up a fun event idea), he is delighted.

But then you suddenly grab his hands and shouting, “Let's have a dance party!”

He blinks. Then he actually starts dancing.

Finds your energetic outbursts charming — they remind him of something ancient and whimsical, like fairy mischief.

He often stares at you when you’re lost in thought or when you suddenly start laughing at something random.

Will always ask, “Are you alright?” when you look flustered after one of your chaotic moments — but he smiles softly, clearly enjoying them.

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hi!! im the one who sent in the request for the sweet moment tysm for posting it!! you did rook and kalim so well, i love how you wrote them! i especially wanted to req u for it, i found ur blog maybe 2 weeks ago and i fell in love with how u write. thank you again!ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ

hi!!! aww, thank you so much for your sweet words!! i’m so glad you enjoyed it! I had a fun time writing it, and it means a lot to me that you found my blog! thank you again for your support!! (*´▽`*)

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I just noticed that you seem to like momonga a lot :D (i love both momonga and usagi ^-^)

Momonga is just the cutest! they can be annoying sometimes but I love them!! And Usagi is such a fun character too!

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hi!! i was wondering if i could request just a very sweet moment of just being close to one another and kissing them with rook and kalim? you can also add whoever u want if u would like! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

—Rook : Kalim : Jamil : Malleus : Ace x gn!reader. no cw/tw. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took so long!! (T_T)

Rook Hunt ༉⋆｡˚

Rook doesn’t just love you—he adores you, in the way one might admire a breathtaking sunset or a perfectly composed poem. You’re both sitting beneath a tree at the edge of a flower-filled courtyard, the golden hour sunbathing you in a soft, warm glow. He’s been quiet for a moment, his gloved fingers brushing over the back of your hand, his eyes half-lidded with a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Mon trésor... you’re radiant in this light,” he whispers, his voice full of awe. You laugh softly, brushing a petal from his shoulder—and he watches you as if he’s trying to memorize your every move. You don’t even realize you’re leaning in until your foreheads are touching. He closes the gap with a kiss, slow and tender, his hand rising to cup your cheek with almost reverent care. It’s sweet, and light, but full of emotion—like he’s telling you just how deeply he feels with nothing but a kiss.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

The two of you are on the rooftop of Scarabia, wrapped in a blanket, staring up at the stars. Kalim is warm—physically and emotionally—and his laughter still lingers in the air from the joke you told moments ago. He’s not shy about affection, but this is different: quieter, softer. He leans his head against yours and sighs dreamily. “This is perfect, isn’t it?” he murmurs, turning to look at you with those bright, earnest eyes. You nod, and when you look back at him, he's already close—so close. He smiles again, less energetic this time and more adoring, and leans in to kiss you. It’s not hurried or giddy like usual—it’s gentle, slow, a moment where his joy softens into something deep and genuine. He hums against your lips, his hand squeezing yours, holding onto the moment like it’s precious.

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

It’s quiet in the Scarabia lounge, the lights dim, and the world outside feels miles away. Jamil isn’t one to initiate contact too often, but right now, he’s relaxed—so much so that your head is resting on his shoulder and his arm is around you. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and calm, under your hand. He doesn’t say much. But when you look up at him, there’s a softness in his eyes that he rarely shows others. His fingers brush through your hair before resting gently at your jaw, guiding you to face him. He kisses you slowly, purposefully, like you’re the only thing that exists in his world right now. There’s no rush, no performance—just a simple, tender press of lips that says I trust you. And when he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, he whispers, “Stay here… just like this, a little longer.”

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus is used to silence, but the quiet with you is different—it’s peaceful. You’re walking together in the moonlit gardens of Diasomnia, hand in hand. Fireflies flicker around you like falling stars, and his expression softens every time he glances your way. You pause near a blooming flowerbed, and he turns to face you fully, one gloved hand resting gently at your waist. “The night is beautiful,” he murmurs, “but it pales in comparison to you.” His words make your cheeks heat up, and Malleus smiles softly. Carefully, like he’s handling something fragile, he leans in and kisses you. It’s full of ancient affection and discovery, slow and full of quiet emotion. The kind of kiss that makes time seem to slow down. He lingers close afterward, gazing into your eyes like he’s seeing eternity in them.

Ace Trappola ༉⋆｡˚

You’re sitting side by side on his bed, your legs brushing. The TV plays something forgotten in the background, but neither of you is paying attention anymore. Ace keeps glancing your way, lips twitching like he’s got something to say but can’t find the words. Finally, he nudges your knee with his. "You always do that thing with your nose when you're trying not to smile. It's stupid cute." You snort and smack his arm lightly. His laughter dies down as he leans closer, just barely touching foreheads. “You’re real cute when you get flustered too, y'know…” His voice is quieter now, almost sheepish. And when he kisses you, it’s surprisingly gentle—no teasing, just soft pressure and warmth. He lingers for a moment, then pulls back just enough to smile that rare, genuine smile of his. "...You make my heart do all kinds of dumb stuff," he mutters, face a little red.

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Any HC's for how Rook would act around his crush when he realizes he has some major feelings for them and that it isn't a passing infatuation?

—Rook x Crush!reader. no cw/tw. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took so long!! but I hope you like it!!

Rook is still poetic but quieter. Known for his flamboyant and dramatic style, he often waxes poetic about beauty and emotion. However, upon realizing he truly loves someone, he becomes a bit softer. Although he continues to use poetic language, his tone shifts to one of sincerity and reverence—less dramatic flair and more heartfelt connection.

He observes more thoughtfully. Rook has always admired his crush (with their permission or from a respectful distance), but now he watches for different reasons—to understand them. What brings them joy? What comforts them? He memorizes these details like a beloved song.

He feels more nervous than he expected. While Rook is generally confident, real feelings make him vulnerable. When he’s alone with his crush, he sometimes stumbles over his words or bites his lip to avoid saying something too forward. His hands twitch with the desire to do something romantic, but he restrains himself out of respect.

He wants to be chosen, not just admired. Rook’s world revolves around admiration, but when it comes to real love, he doesn’t want to be the only one giving it. He wants to be seen. Quietly, he hopes his crush will one day look at him the way he looks at them. He continues to give without expecting anything in return, but that small hope is always there.

He subtly tones down his flamboyance (at least in front of others). Those around him might notice that he is a little less dramatic around his crush—not due to a loss of interest, but because his feelings have deepened. It’s no longer a performance; it’s personal and intimate. His body language becomes gentler and more respectful, and his voice softens when he speaks to them.

Vil picks up on it immediately. “You’re more dramatic than usual. Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen in love this time.” Rook gives a rare, honest answer, “Oui, Vil—mon cœur is no longer my own.”

Epel catches him writing their name in cursive in the margins of a notebook and teases him mercilessly. Rook laughs it off, but his ears are red.

He brings meaningful, rather than flashy, gifts. Instead of grand gestures, he chooses small, thoughtful offerings that carry deep significance, like a wildflower that reminded him of their laugh or a handmade charm infused with their favorite scent. He wants them to feel understood, not just admired.

He becomes more considerate in subtle ways: offering a handkerchief before they sneeze, remembering their favorite drink without being asked, standing between them and strong winds.

Rook establishes deep eye contact and shares soft smiles. He holds their gaze a second longer than usual—not teasingly, but lovingly. When they laugh or smile, he silently watches, content. Occasionally, he places a hand over his heart, as if to steady it, and the blush on his cheeks is genuine.

He writes poetry but keeps it to himself for now. His journal fills with pages about them, but he isn’t ready to share it. When the time is right, he’ll offer a page as if it were a piece of his soul—simple and sincere.

He becomes more protective in subtle ways. While he won’t fight their battles, he remains nearby if they need support. He wants to be their steadfast shadow—present, warm, and dependable. He listens, creates space for their emotions, and encourages their growth, cheering them on without demanding the spotlight.

Rook isn’t afraid to bare his heart—but this is different. This time, you’ll see the tiniest tremor in his hands, and the slight unease in his eyes. He’s confident, but so deeply invested in your answer that it shows. “You are no longer a muse I admire from afar. Mon cœur—my heart—it beats with you in mind.”

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So I decided that I wanna change from scarabia anon to 🪼 anon if that’s okay with you :P

yes!! of course!!

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Hello !!

May i request a fic with Jade, Leona, and Floyd where the reader is scared of them and often hides behind someone else when meeting them? Totally not bc i was scared of them back then lmao

Thank you, have a nice day!

—Jade : Leona : Floyd x gn!reader. no cw/tw. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took so long!! but I hope you like it!!

Jade Leech ༉⋆｡˚

At first, Jade finds your fear of him amusing in that quiet, unnerving way he does everything. You hide behind Ace or Deuce every time he appears, and he never misses the chance to smile just a little too pleasantly and say, “Oh? Hiding again? How cruel—I was simply going to say hello.”

He doesn’t get offended. In fact, he’s curious—what was it that made you fear him so much? His gaze? The rumors? His eel nature? He never directly asks, but you get the sense that he already knows.

He starts appearing more often in places you frequent, acting completely harmless, but always with an aura of something off—like he’s trying to prove you right and wrong at the same time.

Over time, he begins to soften his demeanor—his smile becomes a little warmer, his words a bit less cryptic. He’ll still tease, but in smaller, lighter doses. Eventually, if you begin to peek out from behind your “shield” when he’s around, he’ll notice immediately. One day, when you don’t hide fast enough, he’ll gently lean down and whisper with a soft smirk, “I must be doing something right.”

If you start talking to him on your own, expect him to treat it like a delicate animal approaching for the first time. “You’re growing used to my presence. I’m honored.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona’s used to people fearing him, but it irritates him when it’s you. He doesn’t understand why you flinch when he walks in or physically hides behind someone else.

At first, he glares and says things like, “Tch. What, I look like I’m gonna bite?” He’s gruff and dismissive, not realizing that his aggression is part of why you’re scared.

Ruggie ends up being your main shield, standing between you and Leona. He always mutters about it—“Babysitting now, Ruggie?”

Eventually, Leona grows restless. Your fear gnaws at his pride. He doesn’t want to be liked, necessarily, but being feared by someone like you—a harmless little mouse who flinches at his voice—annoys him more than he wants to admit.

So he changes tactics. Instead of barking or intimidating, he tries ignoring you completely, hoping you’ll calm down if he acts indifferent. It works better than he expects. You stop hiding as fast. You relax a little when he’s around.

Eventually, one day he catches you not hiding behind anyone. He makes eye contact, raises an eyebrow, and says dryly, “Look at that. Thought you’d pass out if I looked at you too long. You’re getting bolder.”

Floyd Leech ༉⋆｡˚

You hiding from Floyd is like putting gasoline on fire. He finds your reactions hilarious and entertaining from day one.

“Shrimpyyyyy~ why are you hiding again? That’s so boring! C’mon, come out! I wanna squeeze you!” Cue you burying yourself behind anyone nearby.

Floyd’s unpredictable behavior makes it worse. Sometimes he’s giggling. Sometimes he’s staring blankly with wide eyes. Sometimes he drops his voice and gets way too close to your ear just to make you yelp and run.

But beneath the chaos, Floyd’s not trying to be cruel. He’s trying to get a reaction—he thinks your fear is exciting, and in a weird way, it makes you memorable to him.

The more you hide, the more he’s like a cat stalking a laser pointer. But over time, if he sees you genuinely trembling or distressed, the fun drops from his face. “...Not fun when you’re actually scared.”

He starts adjusting. He’ll approach more casually, sometimes even dragging Jade along so you feel “safer” by comparison. He'll offer little things in an oddly sweet way—like a trinket he found or food you like. “For Shrimpy. Don’t scream.”

If you ever thank him, grins wide, and says, “Awww, you’re warming up to me! This is so much better~”

Floyd doesn’t really know how to tone himself down properly, but when you begin to open up just a little, he becomes more affectionate and playful rather than scary. He’ll guard you from others who freak you out—even if it’s something minor. “Only I get to scare Shrimpy.”

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HI HI!!! I am new here but your fics are so good and I just had to request something!! I liked the blog especially where the S/o is neutral but when her interest shows up she is exited and rants about it but rn what I am requesting is a fic with Houswarden +Jamil where s/o has funny personality I think, they laugh when something fun happens and they get all blushy and red when they laugh too much or the houswardens do something affectionate!! I requested it bcs I get red whenever something embarrassing happens to me, that's for doing my request!!!

—Housewardens + Jamil x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took several days to finish I been busy as a bee! but I hope you like it!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Riddle prided himself on order and composure—until he met you. Just five minutes into tea time, you were laughing so hard that you nearly spilled your cup. “Oh no—! I’m sorry, it’s just—! The way Cater described you losing your temper with the flamingos—!” Your laughter came in hiccups. Riddle sighed, trying to mask his annoyance, though the pink tint in his ears told a different story. “There’s nothing funny about those disobedient creatures,” he huffed, stirring his tea with feigned seriousness.

You attempted to stifle your giggles, but when you caught the barest hint of a smile on Riddle’s lips, your cheeks flushed bright red. “What?” he asked, clearly amused now. “I—I just really like it when you smile,” you stammered, your embarrassment more evident than ever. Riddle froze for a moment. “O-Oh.” Clearing his throat, he rose with an overly formal air and offered you a napkin with trembling hands. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice quaking. “But… you’re my mess.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona pretends to be perpetually annoyed by your antics—your snorting laughter, your playful teasing, and the way you turn red in the face whenever he drapes himself across your lap as if it’s nothing. He grumbles when you laugh so hard you nearly fall over, muttering “What’s so damn funny?” but there’s a barely-hidden smirk tugging at his lips. He teases you relentlessly for the way you blush every time he ruffles your hair or kisses your cheek out of nowhere.

Once, when you’re both lying in the grass during a quiet afternoon, you laugh so hard you accidentally spill lemonade all over him. You're mortified—red as Riddle’s roses, trying to blot his shirt with your sleeves and apologizing in squeaky, stammered words. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you down, forehead-to-forehead. “Relax, herbivore. If I didn’t like seeing you act like a little tomato, I’d have kicked you out ages ago.” His tail flicks lazily behind him. He always acts like he’s the one indulging you—but really, he’d do anything to hear that laugh again.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

The Mostro Lounge was uncharacteristically loud, but it wasn’t due to the usual clinking of glasses or bustling servers. No, tonight’s unusual sounds came from you, sitting at the VIP table with your face flushed red, a hand over your mouth, giggling uncontrollably as Jade recounted a story from Azul’s childhood. Azul stood nearby, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure. “Jade,” Azul said through clenched teeth, “I don’t recall giving you permission to share that particular memory.” Jade’s smile was as smooth as ever. “You didn’t, Azul. But the expression on your dears face is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?” You tried to speak through your laughter, failing miserably as you managed a breathless, “I can’t believe you got stuck in a jar—!” Azul groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

It started with the silliest magic carpet ride ever. Kalim had taken you out for a sunset glide—bright sky, warm breeze, and him grinning like always. You were telling some absurd story about Grim getting his head stuck in a jelly jar, complete with dramatic impressions. Kalim was laughing, almost rolling off the carpet from laughing. When he looked over at you—eyes crinkled, nose scrunched, your face bright red and giggly—he melted. “Ahaha—wait, wait—pfft!” you wheezed, hiccupping from how hard you laughed. “I can’t—Grim sounded like a duck!” You buried your face in your hands, shaking and flushed.

Kalim blinked. “You’re red!” He leaned in with wide eyes. “Are you okay?" You peeked at him between your fingers, still pink and giggling. “I’m fine! Just—you’re laughing too, don’t blame me!” Kalim clutched his chest with dramatic flair. “You're so cute when you laugh like that, Habibi! Your face goes all warm and soft and boom—like fireworks!” He poked your cheek gently. “You light up everything!” “Stop it,” you whined, voice trembling with another laugh, “You’re gonna make me blush even more!”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Jamil prided himself on discipline. Composure. But none of that prepared him for the way you burst into Scarabia’s kitchen wearing sunglasses at night and wielding a baguette like a sword. “I challenge thee, noble chef, to a duel! You’ve stolen my heart, and I demand repayment in the form of food!” He stared. Blinking slowly. “Did… Did you inhale too much spice again?" “Maybe. But also, on guard!” He deflected your attack with a spatula, sighing with exasperated amusement. “You’re impossible.” And then came that moment: your laughter caught in your throat, your eyes twinkling, and your face turned the color of a tomato.

“You make me so happy it’s unfair,” you mumbled. Something in Jamil's heart cracked wide open. It wasn’t immediate, but over time, he found himself waiting for your antics. Secretly hoping you'd pull him into your nonsense. You once convinced him to dance in socks across Scarabia’s marble halls while blasting cheesy disco music. When he spun you mid-twirl, you giggled so hard you collapsed, and Jamil couldn’t stop the real laugh that escaped him. He helped you up, brushing a lock of hair from your heated face. “You’re ridiculous,” he said softly. “And…you’re mine.”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil was always poised, always polished. But you? You were a whirlwind of funny faces, dramatic impressions, and—his favorite—your laughter that got all squeaky when you were truly losing it. “You’re doing it again,” he’d say, sitting in his makeup chair, one brow raised, watching you wheeze after trying (and failing) to mimic his posture. “You’re mocking me.” “I’m honoring you!” you gasped through your grin. “I’m capturing your… majestic aura!” “Oh really?” he purred, strolling over.

“Does this look ‘majestic’ to you?” He leaned in close—so close that your face lit up red in seconds. “Vil—!” you whined, completely flustered now, hiding behind your hands. He loved that you didn’t shrink in his presence—not out of fear. You matched him, teased him, and brought levity to his carefully curated world. When he was tired or doubting himself, you’d burst into his dressing room with a bouquet of wildflowers. One night, he caught you alone in the garden, practicing a silly song about him under your breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia didn’t know what to do with you at first. You were so expressive. Loud in the most lovable way. You were playing an old co-op game in his room together—one with chaotic physics and silly cartoon avatars that made both of you laugh way too much. Idia was surprisingly good at the game, but you? You had a unique talent for getting launched off cliffs in increasingly hilarious ways. “I—I didn’t mean to jump! I was trying to grab the sword!” you cried as your character rag-dolled off a tower dramatically. “Oh my—pffff—” Idia snorted, doubling over as your avatar flew off the screen.

“You were so sure about that move too!” You laughed as well, breathless. “I had a plan! I had a—!” But you were giggling too hard to finish, wiping tears from your eyes. Idia turned to look at you, noticing his flaming hair flickering a soft pink. “You’re—uh—you okay?” he asked. “You’re… really red.” “I—hahaha—I can’t stop laughing,” you hiccupped, trying to catch your breath. “My face feels like it’s melting.” He realized your cheeks were glowing bright red; you were laughing so much that your smile was wide and your eyes squinty. he covered his face, mumbling, “You’re going to be the death of me…” But he couldn’t stop smiling.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus wasn’t used to laughter—anything other than polite laughter, really. So when you burst into deep belly laughter at his story about Sebek’s overzealous training, he faltered. “You should have seen him trying to spar with Lilia and ending up in a tree,” he said dryly. Your response was always joyful “No way! A TREE?” Malleus raised an eyebrow. “You’re easily entertained, dear.” “You make it easy,” you giggled, cheeks glowing. “Your delivery is so deadpan.” He tilted his head. “You are red. Have I embarrassed you?” “Nooo,” you murmured, curling in on yourself. “Just… you. It’s too much.” For a moment, time seemed to pause. “I like you a lot,” you mumbled, face turning even redder. A soft smile spread across his face. “I believe I like you just as much.” He brushed his finger against your cheek, captivated by your warmth. “So vivid. Like Dragonfire.” Your laughter made him feel he'd gladly hear it a thousand times more.