#previously found on theheavilyinulgentgoat. but no more

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TWST w/ an MC Who Bakes Them Homemade Sweets! (Housewardens excluding Leona)

Warnings: Mentions/implications of DISORDERED EATING in Riddle and Azul's parts.

GN! Reader

Synopsis: You bake them sweets!

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Riddle Rosehearts:

    * Riddle is a huge fan of sweets! Especially tarts, custards, and all things strawberry~ !!

    * So, if you ever came up to him bearing desserts of this nature, he’d be ecstatic! Though, if you gave him sweets briefly after his overblot incident, I imagine the extremely strong influence his mother had on him may make him a bit reluctant about accepting them (I’m still haunted by that scene where she described the nutritional contents of Riddle’s “birthday cake”. He doesn’t need to hear that!!!)

    * Another thought that comes to mind… Perhaps Riddle has had a fairly weird relationship with food. Is it possible that shortly after Riddle enrolled at NRC, he had trouble deciding what would be best to eat? Would he have also been tempted or uncomfortable watching other people enjoy eating whatever they wanted, along with seeing the abundant presence of sweets in the area? How did he manage Unbirthday Parties up to this point when mostly all they served were candies, pastries, cakes, and sweets?

    * Though, if you gave him sweets a significant while after his overblot, when he has gotten significantly better, I imagine he’d still be very happy and grateful, but less apprehensive about accepting your kind gesture.

    ** Rushing around the room, you hurriedly scooped the whipped cream into the piping bag from the mixer and grabbed your dessert box and ribbon at the edge of the counter- squeezing the cream onto the smooth top of the custard tart and carefully positioning the fresh strawberries upon the fluffy cream. Then, you sprinkled a light dusting of powdered sugar on top, thus making this strawberry tart sweet enough to give someone diabetes.

         And after boxing and tying the tart up in a shiny red ribbon, you flew out of the Ramshackle kitchen and through the front door and sprinted towards Heartslabyul. …

    *** Riddle looked to you in surprise. Really? That beautiful tart is for him, you say?

     * “Th- thank you, Y/N! This looks absolutely delicious. Oh? You made it yourself?! My, that’s amazing.” Riddle graced you with a small smile, gazing at the tart lovingly. You think you might’ve even seen a few tears well up in his eyes…

       Suffice to say, Riddle was extremely happy with your thoughtful gift and praised you endlessly on the taste. It was as if you imbued magic into the tart to make it sparkle in the light and taste heavenly. Honestly, you think the only other time you’ve seen him smile this hard is when he ranked #1 in every single one of his classes a while back.

      … Sometimes… Riddle requests you to help tr*y out with baking for the Unbirthday Parties. Between you and me, I think Riddle asks this because he likes your sweets better than tr*y’s. And though tr*y is kinda mid, you agree. I mean, how could one ever say no to Riddle?

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Azul Ashengrotto:

    * Why…. Why would you do this to him…. He’s trying to keep track of his calorie intake, isn’t he?

    * So, you and Azul often have study sessions together. Both of you are very smart and wonderful individuals, and you…. being the angelic lovely soul that you are, like to bring snacks to those sessions. Cue you baking perfect macarons of varying shades for normal study days, piping buttercream frosting onto fluffy cupcakes for testing weeks, and making soft and warm mini waffles for early morning sessions.

    * Azul… absolutely adores you, he does! You’re nice to him, you listen to him, you help him out, and you genuinely want to spend time with him! But… and while he loves your sweets, as well, you’re really just breaking his dieting.

    * Depending on how much he eats of your scrumpdiddliumptious treats and his mood, he either feels like treating today as a cheat day/deserved dessert or as a crime against his body.

    * Though, because it’s you, perhaps he can eat a little more. You are a good baker. .. Maybe you should work at the Mostro Lounge. Here, Azul’ll sign a deal with you~!

    ** “Are you ready for today’s session?” Azul asked, smirking at you as he plopped a hot stack of papers, books, and study guides onto one of the Mostro Lounge tables. Eyeing the stack wearily and warily, you nodded, also setting your ‘stack’ of sweets onto the table.

      You two were studying for the semester exam later that week, and with Grim’s grades, you were sure to get the highest score you could to prevent your average from getting pulled down by Grim.

     ** As you sat down at the table and got out your pen and notebook, you picked up one of the rich chocolate cupcakes from your stack. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Azul grimace. With a mouthful of delicious, moist, fluffy cake, you asked Azul if he wanted any- and with a shake of his head, he replied, "Oh no. I couldn’t.”

     ** You: “Why not?”

     ** Azuzu: “You know, I- I just don’t think that much sugar’s good for me…”

    *** And with that, your eyes lit up. “Well, Azul… I actually tried some new recipes that reduced the sugar and calorie amounts. And besides, it’s scientifically proven that eating sweets increases focus. I know even you can’t get perfect grades without studying, so why not increase your studying power with a snack?”

         Azul stared at you. “You tried a new recipe?”

        “Yeah! Especially for you! I know you like sweets, and I know you can be pretty conscious about calories and stuff.. so I… I just wanted to help you be able to eat a lot of yummy stuff without worrying as much about sugar and things…”

         At this point Azul wasn’t looking at you anymore. From this angle you could maybe see a faint blush and ghost of a smile as Azul looked at his open textbook. And… possibly with a slight quiver in his voice, you heard Azul ask… “You did this for me?”

         You rolled your eyes, a soft smile threatening to show on your beautiful face. “Of course Azul! I like you. I want to make you happy.”

        Silence… Then Azul took a deep breath and put on his best client-winning smile. “Well, thank you, Y/N!” And with a much softer smile… One you might’ve mistook for being genuine if you didn’t know any better, “I really appreciate it.”

       ** You: “Well then, let’s get to stuffing our faces and studying till our brains fall out!!”

       ** Cue you two finishing the whole basket of macarons you baked, and Azul’s mood increasing exponentially. 

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Vil Schoenheit:

    * Oh, you’re another one of his fans, yes? Well, Vil will accept your lovely box of homemade chocolates and apple ‘n spice cupcakes with a heart-stopping smile! … And then turn to give it to some lucky Pomefiore soul once you’re gone.

    * Well? Can you blame him? This man is on a strict diet after Rook told him his jawline looked a tad fatter last week. There’s no way he’s going to indulge in some sweets! Not even if he wants to.

    * But… if you’re not just one of his fans…. If he knows you and you two are on good terms, why… Well, maybe he’ll indulge just this once… Oh. OH! OH SEVENS ABOVE!! Dear me, are you a master chef or something?!

    * Vil is astounded! You bake better than tr*y!!! Now, whenever Vil sees you in the halls he has to physically restrain himself from walking over to see if you’ve baked anything new.

    * And if you’ve managed to find a to-die-for recipe that has reduced sugar and calories and all that good stuff? Well, Vil is done for. He’s done. Congrats! He is your man now.

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Kalim Al-Asim:

    * This man is a tricky one, for sure. On one hand, your sweets do look delicious, but… he’s had bad experiences with others’ food in the past. The only one he trusts is Jamil!!!

    * Though, perhaps if you get Jamil to approve your food, then maybe Kalim will try it! And if he does? Whoo, boy, Kalim will love you forever! 

    * Seriously!! Your treats are amazing!!! They taste so good! And there’s so much variety! There’s the way way too sweet ones (which Kalim loves), the ones that are savory, the ones that are mild…. You make cakes, and pastries, and gelatins, and ice creams….!

    * If you ever start a bakery or try to sell your goods, Kalim will be sure to help you! He’ so grateful you gave him good food and didn’t try to poison him, it’s the least he can do!

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Idia Shroud:

    * Is very confused? Why are you giving him candy? Wait! You made this YOURSELF???!! Then why are you giving it to him?! Give this masterpiece to someone better!!!

    * Haha jk lol, but seriously. I think Idia would be touched that you thought him special enough to give him a gift. And homemade, no less! He’ll remember this day forever~ Maybe he’ll find you approachable enough after this event to ask you for more candy, eh?

    * He might even cry and giggle and scream into his pillow while he kicks his feet in the air, who knows.??

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Malleus Draconia:

    * Child of Man. One is very touched that thou chesen to grace thyself with the gift of ‘baked goods’. One shall cherish this gift till mine’s last beat of the heart.

    * You heard the man. He loves your gift! Many people are afraid of him, though all he wants is friends. So why wouldn’t he be ecstatic when you decide to show him some love and give him the priceless gift of homemade sweets? 

    * Perhaps you’ll gift him more treats in the future? But even if you don’t, Malleus is sure to stick by you. You’re one of the first to approach him, and for that he is grateful. After this event, I’m sure he’d want to know more about you, and become true friends. Sebek is probably jealous of you, though, so watch out….

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**They got progressively shorter as it went on. Sorry :( And a special apology to Leona likers.

**I know Vil also has a slight weird relationship with food, but I wrote this at a time when I didn't know that, and I'm too lazy to rewrite things. Maybe in the future I'll do him and Leona justice.

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Squishing Rook & Ace's Cheeks UWU

Warnings: None GN Reader

Trying to Squish Riddle's and Ortho's Cheeks

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Rook Hunt:

Rook’s cheeks. They were mesmerizing. Tantalizing. Begging to be squished. Every time you saw him smile, or even just sit in class, your hands itched to cup his angelic face. 

So, one day when Rook was staring out the window at a sleepy l*ona in the courtyard, you tapped him on the shoulder. And when he turned to you with a smile, ready to greet you, you slapped your hands to his face and squeezed.

And God. Dear Seven. Lord on high. It. Was. Glorious~~

Rook’s eyes were wide. Despite being a master hunter who was a mastermind at sensing others’ motives and behaviors, he hadn’t expected you to do that at all! He was truly caught off guard, and so his brain lagged a bit, allowing you to knead his plump cheeks with your hands for a while longer.

When Rook’s brain finally started to work again, his hands instantly shot up to yours. He didn’t find himself disliking your touch, especially not when you had literal heart eyes while touching him. But he didn’t want to get a lecture from Vil about letting people touch his face. So he reluctantly told you that that was enough.

Rook wouldn’t mind you squeezing his cheeks again. Your hands were soft and cool against his skin. You were fairly gentle, as well (only because you were holding back). Just don’t do it in front of Vil, kay?

Ace Trappola:

You were just talking with him during lunch one day when BAM!!!! Squish response activated! You couldn’t help it, truly! Ace was just talking and he was smiling and his eyes were twinkling and his face looked so goshdarn soft and plush and so you just CUPPED!!

His!

Face!

In your hands!

And it was heaven on earth~~~

Literally, like his cheeks were like clouds?!?!? Or cotton candy??!?! Or pillows??!?! And warm, too! Like he’d been out in the sun- oh. No no his face was warm only because he was blushing.

HE WAS BLUSHING

His facial expressions only made you want to squeeze his cheeks more~~

His lips were so kissable too auuughhhh

And. Well. Ace would never ever tell you he liked the feeling of your hands on him. You looked at him in such a way that made his heart flutter, and you made him feel kinda… secure? Warm? Loved??? With his face cupped in your hands.

Ya know rn would be the best time to bring out that cheesy pickup line~ 

“Bruh, I can hold the whole world in my hands!” *cups Ace’s face in your hands*

Ace: What the hell get yur hands off me!

And then he flails around like a munch and it only makes you want to squeeze his precious face harder.

You’re not that mean, though. So you take your hands off of him with great sorrow.

So while Ace would only ever tell you to stop touching him with a scowl on his face and red ears, he actually wouldn’t give you too much grief if you did it again in private… 

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Deuce, Azul, Floyd, & Idia w/ A Super Affectionate, Bubbly, & Confident S/O

Warnings: None GN Reader NOT PROOFREAD

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Deuce Spade: He loves you, so, so much!! You’re just so sweet, and while he’s a bit shy about physical affection–especially in public–he still adores every one of your hugs and kisses and head pats! He’s always blushy when you’re around, probably because you always have a hand on him somewhere, and you’re always praising him for something or other. Either holding his hand, or having an arm around his shoulder or waist, or telling him he looked cute today, or that you love him soo much, etc. Deuce also enjoys your enthusiasm! You’re always happy and energetic, which he admires. You never fail to brighten up the room, and that’s why you’re like the sun to him. Always so bright, and oh so warm. As for your confidence, he also admires that. It can be hard for him to speak up about certain things, especially if he thinks others might think him stupid, or if he thinks talking about a certain thing will cause him to get in a fight. And because you exhibit all these traits that Deuce admires, he works very hard to keep you happy. After all, the day you stop smiling is the day the word perfection loses all meaning, and Deuce can’t have that.

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Azul Ashengrotto: He’s blushy, just like Deuce, except times 100. PDA is a definite no-no, lest he short circuits in front of potential clients. But in private, he does appreciate your affection. Your compliments and professions of love melt his little octo-heart, and your hugs leave him feeling fuzzy and warm. You definitely encourage him in his studies and job; he wants to be as worthy of love and praise as you say he is. He’s very grateful that you’re bubbly. After a long day balancing work and classes, he’s happy to just sit beside you sipping on coffee as you gush about your day or ask about his~ Your bright and bubbly personality is so refreshing, it never fails to lift his mood. As for your confidence, he admires that, too. He always puts on a confident front, but that’s not always how he feels. He wishes to be more like you, certain of your actions and with no care for what anyone else thinks. He feels very lucky that you chose to be with someone like him, and he hopes that your positive traits will rub off on him.

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Floyd Leech: Oh, he’s never been more in love! Your energy matches his most of the time, and it results in him sticking to you like a leech haha see what I did there. He’s always clinging onto you, and you seem to pay no mind. While others would try to shake him off or run away, you gladly accept his squeezes, and reciprocate! He likes your compliments, too~ He could be in the foulest mood, but a kiss and a compliment from you bring him right back to being the silly, goofy, energetic guy that he is! When he’s in one of those high-energy states, he loves hanging around you and engaging in your hobbies or listening to you ramble about your interests. You’re always so happy interacting with him, it leaves the biggest smile on his face. Floyd never finds you boring, in fact, you’re one of the most interesting people to him! Floyd also likes your confidence. That’s probably how you got into a relationship with Floyd in the first place. You weren’t afraid when you two first met, and you actively sought him out and played around with him. In the back of his mind, he’s thankful for your confidence. Otherwise, you two might not have gotten into the wonderful relationship that you have now.

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Idia Shroud: My, my, you’ll be the death of him!! Deep, far down in his heart, he loves the attention you give him, but please! Tone it down, dear Seven above! You’ll give him a heart attack!! Luckily, he rarely ever goes out, so he doesn’t worry too much about getting embarrassed in public. But still, just being in private holding your hand has his whole face and hair red and steaming. You being bubbly is another great thing. You’re always so happy to see him, and so excited to engage in his interests! It’s another reason he loves you so much! It feels so nice to have your hobbies appreciated and enjoyed by others~ Idia also admires your confidence. It’s something he barely has, and you’re quite literally his lifeline. Without you, he’d probably never set foot outside his room besides when Ortho wants him to. But you’re so sure and so supportive, that Idia finds it in himself to put in the effort to getting out more. And oh, you’re just like those anime characters, he thinks. So happy, so sweet, so bold~! He thinks you’re soo cute, and he loves you, truly. It’s when you give him a bit of space to breathe, and during the late hours of the night, that he thinks of you most fondly. His heart has a bit of time to collect itself, and he appreciates all the love you give him. He’s never had anything this precious before. He’s so lucky and he never forgets that.

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Riddle/Ace/Deuce w/ an S/o Who Cannot Sleep W/out Their Plushie & S/O's Nighttime Ritual (Separate)

Synopsis: Wherein reader has a night-time ritual where their plushie must stay on the bed at all times, lest the demons come to get them.**

CW: NOT PROOFREAD, no warnings otherwise GN Reader

A/N: Yet another self-indulgent post, taking inspiration from my experiences. This also comes off as a vent fic, or comfort. I just need a little reassurance. A time where the work is so self-indulgent that it caters to me and no one else. Nevertheless, it’s in “x reader” format because that’s what I’m comfortable with. Perhaps someone will find this relatable in some way.

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Step 1. Make sure plushie is on the bed.

Riddle: Is quite understanding. He, too, has rituals that must not be broken. He understands why you’re so frantic when your plushie is missing, and why you cannot sleep unless it’s there. The stuffed toy makes you feel secure, just as rules make him feel secure. When your plush goes missing, he helps you search the room and surrounding areas, and he doesn’t make fun of you for being so worried.

Ace: He laughs at you. He thinks your little ritual is silly. After all, sleeping with stuffed toys is for little kids! But after you get so upset at him for making fun of you that you’re almost in tears, he apologizes (more like mumbles out a, “Sorry, I guess..”). This ritual is really important to you, yeah? He’s unsure if this ritual preceded your time at NRC, or if it’s something you came up with in response to all the trauma you’ve surely gotten by being everyone’s therapist and dealing with overblots, but he’s too afraid to ask. Ace starts helping you, after a while. It’s not a silly ritual if it makes you feel safe, and if anyone but him makes fun of you for it, he’s beating them up! He’ll still make jokes from time to time, but he’ll still make sure the plush is on your bed, or help you find it when it gets lost. And hey, if you can’t find it, he’ll stand in! Your lovely boyfriend will be better at keeping the monsters away, anyway!

Deuce: Is understanding, too. He used to sleep with plushies when he was younger, so he understands why you feel safe when it’s around. He’s just very sweet about the whole thing. He’s very proactive, and he often notices if the plush is not on your bed way before you do. If the plush gets lost and you can’t find it before nightfall, he’ll give you one of his plushies to use instead. It may not work the same, but you have the addition of Deuce cuddling with you in bed, so it adds up!

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Step 2. The plushie must face the side of the room with the window until it is time to slumber.

Riddle: This rule is a bit more specific, but nothing Riddle finds odd. He’s seen much more specific rules within the Queen’s Rulebook, so he isn’t fazed when you look over to your bed during study time to make sure your plush is facing the right way. It becomes part of even his routine; he checks your bed first thing whenever he enters your room, making sure the plush is on the bed and facing the right direction. Just make sure you’re not getting too distracted. There’s no need to check it thrice if you already know it’s facing the right way.

Ace: Isn’t fazed, either. It’s just another part of your ritual. As long as it doesn’t take too much attention away from him, he’ll go along with your steps. He won’t go out of his way to ease your worries, but if he notices the plush is turned the wrong way, he’ll flip it over.

Deuce: AGAIN! Very sweet, he’s so precious. You don’t need to explain to him why it has to face a certain way, he just understands. If he notices, he’ll flip the plush the right way!

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Step 3. When comes nightfall, one must face away from the window and sleep on the side nearest the window, and the plush must also face away from the window, on the side of the bed farthest from it.

Riddle: Once again, he’s seen stranger rules in the Queen’s Rulebook. Though, when he sleeps with you, he wonders whether he should position himself on the side of the bed closest to the window, in the middle of you and the plush, or on the side farthest from the window (the side that happens to be farthest from you 😔). He’s seen how you sleep, him often going to bed after you in order to get some more studying done. You’ll keep the plush close to your heart, probably to make sure it doesn’t fall off. But then where does he fit in? If he sleeps closest to the window, you won’t be facing him, and if he sleeps in the middle, he might knock the plush off by accident. It’s a dilemma, but the last thing Riddle wants is to disrupt a ritual that makes you feel safe. So you better either make amendments or exceptions to your rules or give him a designated spot to sleep (preferably beside you 🥺). As for there being empty space on both sides of the bed, he has tried to help you push it over, but you two are not strong enough.

Ace: He’s kinda confused. Why are you so against sleeping facing the window? Is something out there? Once you explain that facing away from the window prevents the demons from coming inside the house, and the plushie both amplifies the effect and keeps the demons in your room from crawling into your bed, he’s still confused. There are ghosts in Ramshackle… oh? You’re not talking about them? Then what demons-? He can clearly see that talking about this is making you uncomfortable, so he decides to let it pass. At first, he thought your rules were silly, and then he got used to them, and now he’s worried. Going to bed each night seems to be a stress-filled endeavor. The bed is large, which you seem to be uncomfy with, and there’s empty space on both sides, which you also don’t seem to be comfy with. While Ace doesn’t understand all of the things you do, he doesn’t want you to feel unsafe doing everyday things, so he helps you push the bed to the wall. Now there’s only empty space on one side, and you seem to feel much better. As for sleeping with you, you’ve told him that he cannot sleep in the middle of you and the plush (as you think he wouldn’t pick the plush back up if it fell off the bed). That leaves the space near the window since he doesn’t want to sleep on the edge of the bed farthest from you. On occasion, he’s asked you to face him, with his argument being that if any demons decide to come into the house, he’ll defeat them for you. It’s worked a couple of times. You definitely feel safer with your face buried in his chest and his arms around you.

Deuce: Just as Ace does, he helps you push the bed to the wall with the window. He doesn’t understand why it makes you feel safer, but if it works, it works. As for where he sleeps, you don’t mind. You’ve allowed him to sleep in the middle of you and the plush because you know he’d pick it up if it fell. And even if he doesn’t, there’s just something about him that is so comforting, that you’re okay if you don’t use the plushie that night. In fact, Deuce seems to ease your worries better than the plush does anyway. Sleeping with your back against the window and cuddling with Deuce under the warm blanket is just as comforting as when it’s just you and the plushie.

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Step 4. If you wake up and the plushie has fallen off the bed, pick it up as soon as possible!

Riddle: This is a very important step. You’ve told him on multiple occasions. He believes you, as you’ve often told him of the times when you were too lazy to pick the plush back up and you had nightmares after you went back to sleep. Whenever you sleep before him when he stays over, he makes sure to pick up the plush if you’ve accidentally knocked it over. And when you both go to sleep, he makes sure to hold you real close to him, with the whispered promise to keep you safe. His rose is not getting a nightmare, not when he’s there.

Ace: Has gotten more worried. Is there some evil being haunting you for you to get nightmares when you don’t follow through with your ritual? If so, he’s giving that monster the beating of its life (not that he actually could, but it’s the thought that counts). You told him of the two times you woke up to find the plush had fallen and you went back to sleep, only to wake up a few hours later from a nightmare. Those times had scared you into implementing that rule, even causing you to wake up in a nervous sweat in the middle of the night to make sure the plushie was still by your side. Ace doesn't want you to lose sleep over this, so he comes over more often. When he's around, you can count on him as an extra defense against the demons and nightmares of the night.

Deuce: Is just as worried as you when the plushie is not on the bed. He works at all costs to make sure you don't get nightmares. And while he'd rather sleep close to you, he'll sleep on the side farthest from you if it means making sure the plush does not fall off. Your comfort and mental well-being is his top priority, so he doesn't mind a little extra rules if it ensures your safety. Is also the type to shout into the room, "I know you demons are in here! And if you come anywhere near my partner it'll be lights out for you!! 🤬🤬"

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**Yay! In conclusion they all love you very much and will go along with your ritual if it makes you feel safe. They are such good boyfriends, who could ask for anything more~**

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We Go Off On Riddle's Shit "Mother"

Warnings: Some wishing violence upon others, no real resolution GN Reader

Synopsis: We give Riddle's "mother" a piece of our mind at a dinner.

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Gosh darn diggety! Excuse me, but how does this woman think she can get away with this? Totally unacceptable. Absolutely unforgivable!!!

You were currently gritting your teeth, trying your darndest to keep a graceful smile on your face, but it was so difficult. Sitting in the red velvet chair at the dining table of the renowned healer herself, you had to physically restrain yourself from jumping out and slitting her throat with the butter knife near your plate.

Riddle's "mother". The woman sitting across from you. The woman who invited you to dinner on the pretext of getting to know Riddle's "friend". The woman you knew actually invited you because she wanted to observe all the reasons you weren't good enough to associate with her son and to get him to distance himself from you. The woman who was currently berating Riddle for slacking off on his diet and slipping from his high pedestal of a top student to an ever-fluctuating top 2nd.

It was infuriating and heartbreaking to see this monster bully the man you knew worked harder than anyone else. Riddle was the one most deserving of a break and some fun, and this woman was degrading him just for loosening up a tad.

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Riddle saw you glaring daggers at his mother. He was quite embarrassed, not even finding it in him to look you in the eyes. He was fearing something like this would happen, but he just thought that maybe his mother would have changed, for whatever reason.

A particularly harsh comment from her had his eyes watering, and he tried to retort, but his voice was a bit too shaky to be understood. He kept his eyes trained on the ground, ashamed of having you witness this mess.

“Oh dear, here we go again!” Mrs. Rosehearts sighed, rolling her eyes and waving her hand dismissively. “You always do this. You cry like that does anything–why, you’re acting just like a child! Do you even try? Do you even care about your future? Surely if you did, you wouldn’t be forsaking it just to associate yourself with magicless humans and trouble-maker peers!”

Your fingers twitched, every inch of your being trying to stay calm. If nothing else, you hoped a little restraint on your part would make this woman think her son wasn’t associating with people that unversed in “manners”.

“Is this really how I raised you? I raised you to be successful in school and make good connections, not bring home someone… someone like this. Oh, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about your overblot. Dear Seven, it’s such a blemish on our family name, and to think it was this magicless foreigner who was the one to save you-”

“Enough!” You shouted. Riddle flinched, and his mother shut up. That was enough. You were done hearing Mrs. Rosehearts talk. She was spouting nonsense and trash and you would not stand for it. “Mrs. Rosehearts,” you sneered, “had it ever occurred to you that you’re the reason for Riddle’s overblot?”

Riddle so desperately wanted to tell you to back down, but he was stuck kneading the fabric of his pants and stifling sobs.

“Mrs. Rosehearts, it seems that the only reason Riddle overblotted was that you put all that pressure on him. And it wasn’t because he was weak that he overblotted, it was because pieces of shit like you treated him like less than human! No child goes through what he did and turns out okay. You want success from him but you’re only setting him up for failure, my God! You talk about him bringing shame to the family name, but it’s you who’s going to be taking the blame for that. You’re such a sorry excuse for a person, it’s no wonder the only thing people praise you for is your work.”

Mrs. Rosehearts stared at you in shock. Shock turning to rage. On the other hand, Riddle looked at you terrified.

“Y/N, you can’t say that-”

The woman cut off her son, scowling at you with the force of a thousand suns. “You dare talk to me like that in my own home? I want you out, out right now! You are never allowed here again, do you hear me?! Riddle, you stay behind, I need to have a word with you.”

“Nope!” You had already jumped off the seat and grabbed Riddle’s hand, pulling his half-paralyzed-with-fear body along with you. “He’s coming with me! And as long as I have anything to do with it, he’s not coming back anytime soon! There’s no way you deserve a son as perfect as him, so goodbye, bitch~!” And you dragged Riddle out the door with you, as his mother stood fuming at the dining table.

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Afterward, after you traveled back to NRC with Riddle, you apologized. Saying all that to that woman felt good in the moment, but it undoubtedly left a big mess for Riddle to clean up when he went home again. On that occasion, you probably wouldn’t be with him to provide support. You at least hope that your words made Mrs. Rosehearts at least a bit ashamed. It’d do her good to think hard about her actions.

Overall, you’re glad you got Riddle away from that monster for now, and you hope he’ll cut her out of his life soon, because you don’t think he’d survive the aftermath of your outburst alone.

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TWST Vil and Riddle W/ A Reader Who's an Amazing Absolutely Perfect Super Cool Gymnast Who's Extremely Impressively Flexible

These are pretty short hcs. Sorry about that. I don't know much about gymnastics, but I did my best. I hope you enjoy!

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Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle is both impressed and scared. He thinks it's extremely admirable how you've dedicated so much time and effort to gymnastics. If only some other people would put in as much effort as you do...

If you have things like competitions or shows to show off how absolutely awesome you are, he's the first one there to watch. He may not shout your name or show up wearing your logo or things like that, but he's your #1 fan.

He'll help you with whatever you need, too. If you need help gathering supplies or packing nutritional snacks, he's your go-to man! Or perhaps you want someone to stretch with? He may not be the most flexible himself, but Riddle will try to keep up.

When you do all your fancy flexy flexible moves, like lifting your leg up to your head, doing the splits, or making a pretzel with your body, Riddle is both absolutely fascinated and very concerned. "Are you sure that doesn't hurt?" ; "You're not going to break anything, right?" If you reassure him you're not going to die just by turning yourself into a pretzel, Riddle will do away with the excessive concern and just focus on praising you. After all, not many people are as cool as you are!

And when you do some general gymnastic-type stuff, like doing a triple somersault or doing 5 twirls in the air, Riddle is slack-jawed. He's so impressed that he doesn't have the words. If you give him a show or compete anywhere, he's definitely taking you out for dessert later.

Overall, Riddle is just fascinated by you. He thinks you're amazing, and he's kinda jealous. He doesn't understand how in the world you do what you do, but he's willing to learn from you--if you let him.

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Vil Schoenheit:

He probably knows a bit about gymnastics and I bet he's pretty flexible himself. He might see you doing a backflip or contorting your body into some interesting form, and he'll either commend you for the small details in your stance, praise you for the composition of your stretch, or critique you on your form or actions.

If you compete, I bet Vil would be a valuable asset. He knows all the best nutritional foods if you need any recommendations, he knows some good warm-ups you may not have heard of, and he can probably help you refine your moves.

And Vil isn't just a critiquer/mild praiser. He may not extol your performances publicly, but he'll definitely talk about it when you're in private! "You did this extremely well." "You looked gorgeous when you did this." And the like.

When you do your fancy contortionist moves, Vil is impressed. Oh, hey! He can do it, too! He probably stretches with you and tries to mimic your most complex moves. He gets most of them perfectly, until the last one... We don't talk about the last one...

Overall, Vil admires your effort in gymnastics and thinks you do very well in it. He can't wait to see what you have in store next.

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When You Leave With A Lie

Warnings: lying about feelings, harsh(?) breakup, playing with emotions unknowingly, no comfort

GN! Reader

Synopsis: You promised Riddle that you loved him more than life itself. So then, why did you leave?

This fic is sort of related, almost like a prequel: When Love Becomes A Bit…

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You came like the rain. A downpour of love and passion that chilled him to the core in the best way possible. You were unrelenting, and you were constant. That is until the rain stopped, and the sun came out.

“I’ll always love you, Riddle~ To infinity and forever, you’ll always be my one and only–my lovely rose–my precious dove–my soul, and my life.”

Perhaps that was it. You were too passionate. Too hyperbolic. Too heartfelt. And that was exactly why you left. You were a whirlwind of emotion, and you flitted from feeling to unfeeling as a hummingbird flits from flower to flower. A love like yours was too good to be true–too fantastical to be real–and that was why you left. Of course, it wasn’t meant to last. Your feelings for him were a raging fire, and all fires die at some point.

It took Riddle a long time to recover from your breakup. When you left, it was like all the color was sucked out of the world. There was no happiness, no true love. All that was left were dull skies and the endless cycle of living. All your professions of love he kept dear to his heart became blotches of poison suffocating him.

When you broke off the relationship with no sadness of what would be lost, no fondness for what had been experienced, he screamed at you. He demanded that you explain to him why you wanted to snuff out the magic you two had. Riddle’s face had been the deepest shade of red, but not because of anger or frustration. He felt upset, cheated, deceived, and heartbroken… He didn’t understand you, not when you told him, “I don’t love you anymore.” 

Those were ugly words. Those were words that were contradictory and infuriating. What did you mean by saying you didn’t love him? Then what about all those other times you professed your undying love for the Riddle Rosehearts? Do you mean to tell him those were all lies? That they meant nothing, despite how fervently and solemnly you said them? You mean to tell him that all this flowery language you’d whisper into his ear, or mumble into a kiss, or pledge to his face, was all hollow and utterly fake?

“As the planets revolve around the sun, so do I around you. You, my love, are the most important thing. A being of perfection, that even despite your flaws, you are better than anyone else in every regard. ‘Tis a blessing that I am able to bear witness to your beauty and your intelligence. Oh, how lucky am I to have such a bright star in my life~”

Lies! All lies! And for what? What did you gain from being in a relationship with him? You were a top student with a pleasant personality and many talents. You were regarded by others just as highly as he was. You had a life plan, life savings, for Seven’s sake! Why him?! Why not pick any other man to toy with? Why him? Why was he the one you had to lure in with sweet smiles and the promise of an eternal, comforting embrace?

“Riddle, it can be hard for me to express the full extent of my affection for you when there are no words to describe it. But when language is not enough, what should I do? I hope that, for now, you will be able to understand how I feel about you with just these three words. I’ll imbue all my emotion, all my passion, all my heart into these words, okay? … Riddle? … I love you.”

When you left, you took with you a piece of his heart. Ever since you left, his brain would make up for your absence by torturing him with memories of you. Every romantic confession of yours would replay in his mind nonstop. Every word of yours was so clear, your expressions so crisp in his mind, and it was killing him.

Your voice which Riddle had ingrained into his memory as hard as possible, became an agonizing sound that seared his mind as though it were burned into him rather than willingly memorized. Remembering your voice and your love brought feelings of despair, rather than happiness and butterflies.

It was awful. On nights when Riddle was especially tired, your voice would slither into his ears, speaking of love and affection, and instead of feeling comforted, Riddle would spend hours crying over the thought that all you spoke were falsehoods. His efforts to remember your touch–your arms around his waist, your lips against his own, your hand holding his–were things he now regretted, as they only brought the thought that he’d never feel you again.

Shortly after you’d left, he’d gathered every gift of yours to him that he could find, and stuffed them into boxes in the back of his closet. Over the years you’d been together, you’d given him lovingly hand-made hedgehog plushes, pressed roses, fantasy novels, tea sets you had decorated yourself, and more. All were evidence of how much effort and love you’d put into the relationship, and they only served to make Riddle break down into tears once again, wondering why you left when you seemed to care about him so much.

There was one night when he’d been enraged at you for leaving, and grabbed his favorite plush gift from you and threw it in the roaring fireplace. He was fuming, cursing under his breath, and hissing on about how stupid and awful you were for deceiving him. But when he caught sight of the plush being deformed in the fire, close to being ashes, he went into a panic. Clarity hit him like a brick, and he hurriedly put out the fire and tried to save the remaining pieces of the plush. Alas, it was too late. He’d destroyed a token of your love. And despite needing to move on, he desired to keep these physical memories. Perhaps a small part of him thought you’d come back, and he didn’t want to make you upset if you did. And perhaps, he didn’t want to let go of you. Despite the pain the memory of you brought, it also brought bitter-sweet feelings with it. It was a love Riddle didn’t want to forget, no matter how much it hurt.

“I used to think that the world was a beautiful place. I thought the endless blue sky and the glorious shining sun were marvels of the universe. I thought that waterfalls and geysers and rain were magnificent in both their power and their beauty. I thought that the flowers of the earth were the most delicate and precious things in existence. I used to marvel at the stars at night, which shone so beautifully and made me feel so in awe despite how far away they were. I used to gaze at the ocean and think it was mystical. I used to think the world was so beautiful. But, Riddle, you showed me–made me understand–just by existing in my line of vision, that the world’s marvels dulled greatly in comparison to you and were also made all the more stunning.”

The day you told Riddle you didn’t love him and left still haunts him. It’s been a few months and he is still not over you. He doubts–after all you two have been through together–that he ever will move on. All these memories of you loving him in such a healing and fulfilling way, of you making him feel secure, of your kisses and your praises, of your compliments and your dramatic love professions, plague his mind. He loves every second of this special agony.

“Oh, Riddle, you are the sun to my moon and the sea to my stream. Despite how far away I may be, or how distant I may sometimes act, I still come back to you. Why? Because I love you~ You’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before. Every moment spent with you is magical, regardless of what we’re doing. Riddle, I hope to be yours for a millennium to come. I can’t even imagine being with anyone else.”

The peak of his heartbreak is over. The sobbing fits are rare now, and all that is left is a dull ache in his chest and a gaping gash in his soul. Despite how much time has passed from then to now, he still hopes for your return. He remembers your love with fondness and yearns for your touch once more. You’re a fickle thing, Riddle knows. You’re a passionate, moody, person, who lied about your everlasting devotion to him. But regardless of your betrayal, he wants you–needs you. The comfort you provided, the affection you gave, your sweet-as-honey words, he longed for it all back. 

“My lovely little dove, I do hope you know, while my words may seem extravagant, they are nothing but the truth. I would never lie to you about my feelings, darling. I love you, with all my heart and soul, and there is nowhere I’d rather be than by your side~”

Why did you leave? Did you become bored of him? Was he not enough? How did your feelings change? Oh, if only you knew he'd do anything to keep you in his life. He'd change, he'd do better. He'd be perfect, worthy of your praise. 

"Oh, Riddle~ You're the most amazing person I know. So hard working, so smart, so thoughtful, so excellent in every way~ There's nothing about you that needs to be changed, you're stunning just as you are!" 

Another lie. If he was perfect in your eyes, you wouldn't have left.

But...

Riddle cannot help but think that, with a love like yours, he doesn’t mind if it’s fake. He just wants you back.

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TWST w/ An MC From The World of ALICE IN THE COUNTRY OF HEARTS Series (HC/THOUGHT) Riddle/Ace

Warnings: mentions of death, murder, etc. Nothing graphic GN Reader

A/N Riddle/Ace with an mc from the universe of Alice in the Country of Hearts. To go into more detail, Alice– is an older manga I read the first volume of. As to not spoil anything, I’ll just say that mc being from Alice– means that they don’t view life with much value. The role that one plays in that world is all that matters, and every life is expendable. One from that world could throw around the topic of death as casually as saying the weather is nice today. … Enjoy the random thoughts I had!!

.~ Heartslabyul: When you came to Twst through the mirror, everyone thought you were perfectly normal. You were nice, smart, charming, etc. No one thought a thing was amiss… until… the Riddle Overblot incident. While Riddle was on a beheading rampage, you reacted very shockingly.

  - You, utterly perplexed: What? Housewarden Riddle, why isn’t that student’s head rolling? And where’s all the blood? That student doesn’t look dead..   - The Adeuce, Grim, and Riddle gang: What the fuck?   Riddle considered beheading you, too, in all his confusedness and anger, but couldn’t bring himself to. The way you talked about death was so… nonchalant, it was unsettling.

  When Riddle overblotted, you were immediately asked to help solve the situation. But the way you handled it was downright horrifying.   - You, completely serious and monotone: Why don’t we kill him?   - The Heartslabyul gang + Crowley + Grim: *speechless*   - You: Well, cuz you guys said he could hurt someone, and obviously he’s not fit for this role if he ‘overblotted’. I mean, we can always find another housewarden! So why don’t we just dispose of him if he’s causing trouble?

  Cue everyone in the room starting to scream to you about how you can’t just say things like that! And you just being utterly confused bc, really, it’s not such a big deal!   After the gang convinces you to actually help instead of rushing to kill Riddle with- wait, where’d you get that axe?!!! (good thing you’re reasonable and open-minded), and Riddle is finally in the infirmary resting, you go to talk to him.   - You, totally serious and casual: Housewarden, it’s a good thing you snapped back to your senses when you did, otherwise you wouldn’t be here anymore.   - Riddle: D:> Riddle Rosehearts: Initially, Riddle was terrified of you. The way you always spoke of his beheading spell as if you were almost disappointed it didn’t actually murder people, the way you so nonchalantly mentioned thinking about killing him when he overblotted, the way you wish people to die when they slight you as casually as one might mention the the weather~ But as time passed, he realized maybe you weren’t too frightening.. After all, you were mostly respectful, followed the rules, were thoughtful, and resourceful, practically all the things Riddle appreciated in a person. And he grew to enjoy your company, too. You, who always listened to him rant about his awful day, studied with him, helped him scare kick his dormmates back in line…

  Romantic?: If Riddle ends up courting you, it’s very similar to a regular healthy relationship, except for the fact that he now has to stop you from murdering someone for looking at him wrong tenfold and becomes way more involved with fixing your twisted way of thinking about life. Not to say that he didn’t care before, but now he feels.. almost responsible for you. He needs to make sure you stop egging him on to decapitate someone with his spell, and he especially needs to help you boost your self worth. Not that you necessarily had low self esteem, but living in the country of Hearts made you grow up believing that lives didn’t matter- only roles did. You didn’t matter, only your job in that world did. Of course, while it was possible to convince you to change your thinking, it would take a long while. And the cutest thing? Now Riddle and you can go on your journeys of change together!!     Extra: Sometimes you ask Riddle if really deep inside his heart of hearts he’s really a sadistic, frivolous, bloodthirsty queen who’s dream would be to behead everyone whom he finds amusing. He collars you.

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Ace Trappola: When you causally mentioned perishing Riddle as a viable solution, he thought you were joking. Really. Because, who says things like that? He may have been done with Riddle’s shit but he wasn’t that hateful! And when you mentioned that if killing Riddle would make Ace happy again, you would do it in a heartbeat, he both wanted to tease you for being so serious and “romantic” and also scream at you. Because really, what the fuck?! - After the overblot incident, Ace and your relationship righted itself slightly. Ace was still utterly terrified of you, and teased you as subtly and as least aggravatingly as possible (he was too hot to die!!). But he also got way invested in the world you came from. What are the values of your world? Why are you like this? - After telling Ace how your world worked and how you were raised, Ace has long forgotten his terror, and is livid. How dare your world lead you to believe you were nothing more than an insignificant little cog meant to keep the clock running.. that could easily be replaced if broken! Oh, Ace and his adorable sense of justice~ Now Ace is by your side 25/8, not only getting closer to you as a friend, but also helping you realize the worth of people, and how you truly are more than just an ant in an anthill.    

Romantic?: I don’t think Ace’s relationship with you will change much now that it’s romantic. He’s maybe now so comfortable with you that he teases you relentlessly- I mean, you love him don’t you? You wouldn’t dream of hurting cute lil’ him! In all honesty, I can’t see your view of life making much of a difference in how your romantic endeavors with these men would go…     Extra: You once told Ace about the man in your world with the exact same name as him. You told him that the Ace of your world was nowhere near as cute as Twst’s Ace, and way less creepy, too. Ace still thinks about those words to this day. He kind of wants to meet this… “Ace of your world..” That is all for now! Feel free to ask questions and request stuff from me! I have recently gotten back my passion for writing, and I’m excited to share my random thoughts with you. I doubt anyone has written something like this nor cared to ask for this, but I wanted to write it. So I did- and I’m nowhere near done. Besides, I’m not writing this stuff for just anyone! I’m a heavily indulgent goat, after all~ Next is…. the rest of the Heartslabyul gang!!! Plus some misc. stuff maybe.

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Every Little Thing He Does (Deuce Spade)

Warnings: This was written as a gift to a friend, so it lists the reader's favorite dessert as Tandy Cake. I do not wish to rewrite that part. GN Reader

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Deuce Spade loves you wholeheartedly. There are no reservations, no strings, no hidden colors. To you, he gives his whole heart and all the love he’s ever known.

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When you struggle in class, he tries to help you understand it. Even when he is having more trouble understanding it than you, he does his best. If you didn’t know any better, you might even think he was studying harder in class just to be able to help you with your own work. –Math may be the bane of his existence, but he’ll pull all-nighters just so he can be able to help you understand that one question!

He takes you on blastcycle rides throughout the city surrounding NRC. Sometimes he even takes you on those fancy and breathtaking biking trails that are way up in the mountains. Deuce tells you these trips are just to show you the pretty scenery, but some small part of him also just likes to feel your body close to him as you hang on for dear life behind him. And if you’re afraid of riding such a fast and wobbly vehicle, don’t you worry! Deuce may or may not have spent a whole month learning a spell to make his blastcycle more stable as he rides slower around the streets and trails.

He gifts you handmade food! :D – He may shed a tear when he cracks eggs for batter, but he’s willing to pull through if it means putting a smile on your face! The other Heartslabyul students look at him weird when he’s sniffling and praying as he cracks eggs in a destroyed kitchen, but he doesn’t care. And you may think he forgot your favorite dessert that you mentioned only once on the first day of school at 8am, but he remembered. A whole Tandy Cake with a gallon of chocolate glaze on top just for you. A little burnt, but made with a ton of love.

He spends every second with you trying to make you happy. You’re such a good friend–hell, maybe he wishes you two were even more than that– and you deserve to be happy. Deuce may not know the best methods to make your heart skip a beat, but he’ll make as many corny jokes as you desire! He’ll fix up any appliances in Ramshackle that are broken, he’ll help you clean your failed potion experiment, and he’ll even buy you your favorite dish from the NRC lunch menu!

His love for you manifests in many ways, but above all, in how he listens to you. He’s truly engaged in every word that falls from your lips. Passionate is his nature, and he pours all of that energy into researching your interests and making conversation with you. Deuce may not be into everything you’re into, but he makes an effort. Besides, seeing the twinkle in your eyes as you gush about this new show you just watched, only to have your smile widen even more when he makes questions and comments, is well worth the hours spent memorizing each character profile and learning the symbolism of the opening theme.

And vice versa, Deuce spills to you about every hobby and love of his. He trusts you fully, and he knows you would never truly make fun of his interests. Because you are you and you are perfect, Deuce does his best to relate his hobbies to you. He knows you may not be interested or knowledgeable about the topic, so he does his best to make it interesting for you. 

Sometimes, he’s running during Track or picking up groceries, and Deuce sees something that reminds you of him. It may be a simple thing, like a dandelion or a keychain, but he keeps that trinket safe as possible until he can get it into your hands. It’s sweet how he could be doing almost anything and see or think something that reminds him of you.

It’s easy to see. Deuce is smitten. And you’re the one who’s caught his eye.

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Riddle Rosehearts w/ an S/O Who’s Reluctant to Initiate Physical Affection

Warnings: formatted like a oneshot(?), cringe /hj GN Reader

Synopsis: When you're stupid and he's stupid and urgh you two make me so mad pls just kiss already oh my god COMMUNICATE *jumps off a cliff*

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It wasn’t that you didn’t love Riddle. You loved him to the moon and back, but initiating physical contact just wasn’t a thing you did. It wasn’t something you were used to. So when you and Riddle started dating, nothing really changed.

Perhaps you’d give him a peck on the cheek or lips here and there, or you’d give him a pat on the shoulder before leaving Heartslabyul after teatime, but that was it. To the public, if they weren’t there to see those small instances of affection, it looked like you and Riddle were just good friends. And Riddle wasn’t very fond of that. 

He too, wasn’t good at initiating physical affection, him being too shy–but he still craved your touch. He still wanted to appear as a couple to others. Though it was embarrassing to admit, he desired your arms around him in an embrace, your lips on his in a kiss, or your fingers intertwined. 

After a month or so of no special affection from you, Riddle grew frustrated. Yes, it wasn’t like he was trying to initiate, either, but we don’t talk about that. It was silly, he thought, to think that you loved him less just because you weren’t showing your affection in ways typical of other couples. You still gave him your full attention. You still indulged him in his wishes. You still looked at him with all the love in your heart. But he wanted more.

And in your mind, you were still waiting (like a fool) for Riddle to give you explicit permission to touch him. After all, you weren’t the type of person who wanted to be poked and hugged and clung to all the time. You didn’t want to accidentally overstep Riddle’s boundaries, though you had a lot of love you wanted to give him. Oh Dear Seven please just communicate

Finally, Riddle had enough. He was dying inside, his desire to hold your hand for the first time ever burning like a fire inside him! But oh, ever as fragile as a flower, he was still so reluctant to take action. But he came up with a plan. Perhaps if you and he just went about on some date or outing, and he found a reason to hold your hand, he could ease into the action of it. Start with a practical reason, and end with normalizing the practice of holding your hand. Yes, how could this plan go wrong?

It went wrong. 

You and Riddle had been strolling about on Heartslabyul grounds when Riddle found the most opportune moment to grab your hand.

“Oh? What’s this all about?” You had asked. Unbeknownst to him, your heart had jumped when he suddenly latched onto you.

Riddle had meant to say, “Well, I just wanted to hold your hand~" all suave, but the small smirk on your face (read: flustered grin) caused him to panic and backtrack, leading him to stutter out an, "Ah, the ground is uneven and I'm wearing heels! So I'm just holding onto you to keep balanced."

And unfortunately, his explanation led you to shake off his hand when the ground became stable.

Plan A had failed, but what about… *drumroll please* Plan B?!!

Plan B was a bit more convoluted, but still a promising route. For a week, Riddle read various articles on the psychology of love and desire, hoping that it would help him learn how to get what he wanted without communicating with you. 

The conclusion of his research led to you two playing chess. Not at all out of the ordinary. When you played, you often took a while to think and moved your hand over the board slowly. Riddle was much the same. But this time, he moved quickly, often making moves right when you finished yours, causing your fingers to brush against each other. It happened multiple times, and you often caught a smug grin on Riddle’s face when it happened.

After a few games, Riddle moved on to the second phase of the plan–initiating more hand brushes inconspicuously. While walking together in the halls he’d tap a finger against your hand, and when studying together he’d make an effort to reach for the same book or turn the page at the same time. He even pooled together the courage to say, “Dear me, it’s like we can’t get enough of each other!” when your hands touched for the 108th time that week. And he did all this in the hopes that it would subliminally send you the message that he wanted you to hold his hand.

It didn’t work. You just thought it was a series of happenstances or things that didn’t mean much. Oh you, always the one who needed things spelled out.

But Riddle wasn’t going to give up. He had one more plan that was sure to make you understand what he wanted! He was willing to sacrifice his pride for this one he should be sacrificing his pride actually communicating with you It was fairly easy to enact this plan. Bugs were abundant in the Ramshackle dorm, and all Riddle had to do was play the role of a damsel in distress. 

He pretends to be scared when a cockroach skitters across the floor, sidling up to you in hopes that perhaps you’d play the manly heroic act and be his knight in shining armor. Perhaps you’d put an arm around his waist and say something cheesy like, "I'll protect you!" But no. 

Instead, you say, "Oh. A bug,” and you rush to throw it outside. No heroic acts like in the movies or romance novels. Riddle threw away his pride for nothing.

At this point, Riddle is out of ideas and fuming. A month of no special affection from you has turned into two, and Riddle is hurt. Yes, he was partially to blame. He didn’t communicate with you at all, but surely you must’ve noticed the hints he was dropping! Riddle feels that perhaps you don’t care as much as you say you do. Maybe he was wrong about you all along…

And all those thoughts and frustration ended with Riddle bursting into Ramshackle at 3am, sniffling with hot tears running down his face. He had not slept, and his hair was a mess from running through the wind. He’d been overthinking every action of yours all that week, wondering why you hadn’t been doing any couple-y things with him, and it all just came to a head.

Riddle spilled every single thought he’d had to you, while you stood concerned and groggy from being woken so suddenly. And as Riddle was going on a near-incoherent rant about how you hadn’t even hugged him once during your relationship nor shown him any special affection, you pulled him into your arms. 

Had this discussion been at a time other than the middle of the night, you might’ve been a bit more reluctant when hugging Riddle. But, being that it was late and you were a bit dazed, you enveloped him in your arms and held him to your chest with abandon. Soon, his cries became soft stutters of breath, and your head cleared enough for you to lead him to your room and make space for him on the bed. You couldn’t have him walking all the way back to Heartslabyul at this hour, could you?

Riddle was a bit reluctant to sleep with you, but you convinced him. There was no way he’d be going back to Heartslabyul at this hour, especially not when you two needed to have a discussion in the morning. 

As he lay in bed, he almost laughed at how silly this situation was. He’d been avoiding communicating with you because he was embarrassed, only to explode at you in the most embarrassing way possible. He almost wanted to cry a second time for how foolish he was. But as you drew him ever nearer to your heart and gave him a goodnight kiss on the top of his head, he thought that perhaps the outcome of this disaster wasn’t too bad.

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Morning came all too soon, and Riddle found himself wishing he could hide in the rosebushes as you sat across from him at the Ramshackle dining table. He wondered what you thought about his silly little plans to get you to notice that he wanted attention. 

You were holding his hands in your own, probably trying to make amends with him after last night’s outburst.

“Riddle, my love, I’m sorry. You went through a lot to catch my attention and it all went over my head! I didn’t mean to neglect you. I was just waiting for you to give me explicit permission, but I should’ve just asked.”

Riddle kept his eyes trained on the floor. “You don’t think I’m… silly? Or childish for acting in such ways? Though you didn’t ask for my permission to touch me, it’s not like I communicated with you, either. I used roundabout methods of trying to get you to love me, in the way that I wanted, and it all backfired horribly! I feel like such a fool.”

You squeezed his hands, causing him to glance up at you. 

“Oh no!” You said, shaking your head. “No, it wasn’t silly at all! I mean, now that I know what you were trying to do, it all seems rather cute, but- No! You- were embarrassed, and that’s understandable. I don’t think any less of you. And I’m glad that I know now, because it means I can give you as much love as you want! I promise I’ll give you all the hugs and kisses you desire!”

Riddle was taking deep breaths, a faint blush on his face and teary eyes.

You noticed, and chose to tentatively put a hand on Riddle’s head and ruffle his hair. “I love you, Riddle~”

“I love you, too. And… thank you. To make it even, I promise you that I won’t keep it in anymore. I’ll tell you what I want, even if it is embarrassing.”

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And thus begins the stage of your relationship where you shower Riddle with love and affection forever and ever! >:D

**Bad endings? What is that? Never heard of them.**

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Just Hold Me (Nazuna Nito)

Warning: "friendzone", ranting/venting, angst/comfort, implication that reader is in high school, reader works at ES, reader is implied to have a crush on Nazuna GN Reader

Synopsis: THE Nazuna Nito tries to comfort you when you're stressed.

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You couldn’t tell whether it was Nazuna’s gentle voice or warm embrace that made you spill everything. Whether it was the way in which he listened without judgment or the way in which he let you be right, just once. You didn’t know how long you had been crying, or how long you’d been ranting about everything you deemed unfair in your life. Had it been six minutes since you’d started whining to Nazuna about your workload or an hour? No matter. He was carding his fingers through your hair, hugging you to his chest, and telling you how it was all okay. It was all going to be alright. And with a shuddering sigh, you believed him.

Because no matter how awful your day had been, a hug from Nazuna cured it all. No matter how beaten down you got, his smile turned your day sunny. No matter how much you wanted to end it all, a glance from his beautiful, red eyes brought you solace.

He was just so angelic. A light shining through this murky darkness that you trudged through each day. Every time he showed you compassion, you fell deeper and deeper in love. Every time he humoured you and let you cry on his shoulder, you became more and more convinced that this world didn’t deserve him. And every time you bid him farewell at the end of a long day, you thought to yourself how much you must burden him.

~~ “There’s just so much to do, all the time!” you hiccupped, clinging onto Nazuna’s shirt and sniffling into his collar. “I have ES work to deal with, and school, and college applications, and- and… And I’m so tired but I don’t even get to sleep! I get a cheap coffee every morning that tastes like dirt and that’s so weak I fall asleep in my most important classes. And.. I- I want to finish everything so bad but I can’t! I can’t get started, I feel like laying in bed and doing nothing forever but I can’t!”

You choked on a sob. “I don’t know what to do.”

Nazuna tightened his hold around you, resting his head atop yours. “It’ll be fine, Y/N– Me and the rest of the Ra*bits would be glad to help you. It’d be the least we could do after all the help you give Anzu and us.”

“I can’t ask that of you... Of any of you.” Tilting your head up, Nazuna beamed at you. A smile with the brightness of a thousand suns burning your eyes. “Nonsense! I’m your nii-chan! It’s my duty to help all my little rabbits be happy!”

And with that line, you shut up. 

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A Cozy Night ~ ADeuce x Reader

Warnings: None (poly?), romantic context GN Reader A/N: I like to think Ramshackle has enough funds allocated to it to use the kitchen appliances and tv (occasionally), but not enough for heating. 

Synopsis: You bake cookies with the boys, and then you all cuddle and watch a movie. You three are such couple goals 😊💖

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The kitchen was a mess. Measuring cups were everywhere, accompanied by spilled milk and flour-dusted floors and cookie batter staining the ceiling. Wait, was that a measuring cup stuck to the ceiling? Ace and Deuce had tried to help you bake the treats, but Deuce kept sniffling at every crack of an egg, and Ace kept trying to do trick shots with the ingredients and ended up spilling half of them instead. But, at least the batter had finished nicely, and there was enough for three more rounds after the one currently in the oven. While you waited for the chocolate chip cookies to bake, you made hot chocolate. After the baking fiasco, you didn’t dare let Ace or Deuce use the kitchen again. Instead, you trusted Deuce with washing the dishes you all used for baking, and Ace was made to bring the pillows and blankets to the living room.

Pour three cups of milk into the pot, then a cup of sugar, and a half-cup of cocoa- CRASH! Oops! You and Deuce winced. Ace probably knocked something over with a blanket while dragging it around. Deuce finished loading the dishwasher and ran to help Ace clean up what he’d knocked over as you finished the hot chocolate. And after the boys rushed through the kitchen to the bedroom and the living room a few more times, carrying even more pillows with them, the oven dinged. From the living room, you could hear Ace shout, “The cookies are done? Awesome!”

You piled up the piping hot cookies from the tray onto a platter as carefully as you could (hot soft cookie supremacy), and made your way over to the living room. Ace was already buried under a mountain of blankets, nuzzling back into the million pillows. Deuce was inputting a new action flick he’d recently gotten as a gift from his mother. When you set the platter onto the tea table, both boys perked up. Ace immediately grabbed two cookies and started munching, making little ‘hwa fhwa’ noises as the cookie burned his tongue. 

You settled down next to Ace, wrapping the blanket around you as Deuce went to the kitchen to pour the mugs of hot cocoa. When he came back, tottering and concentrating on not spilling the drinks, Ace had nearly dozed off on your shoulder.

“Hawaa~?” Ace mumbled, becoming alert when Deuce plopped the drinks onto the table and made a home for himself between you two. 

“Shh,” you told Ace. Grabbing the remote from the table and shoving a cookie into your mouth, you pressed play on the movie. It was okay. Just another movie with guns and chase scenes and badass peeps speeding away in cars as a building blows up behind them, but it was fun. Ace and Deuce would fight over who would win during each fight, and Deuce would gush about how cool the cars looked racing down the streets at blinding speeds. You and Deuce would pretend to be the good guys battling evil Ace as he kept stealing all the pillows from your side. The bright lights kept you three from sleeping in the middle of the movie, and the cookies and hot chocolate tasted delicious. And the best part of all? Snuggling with the loves of your life, wrapped up in a bunch of blankets surrounded by pillows, sheltered from the cold of the night. The heater may not be working in Ramshackle, but the feeling of Ace and Deuce beside you made your heart warm.

Just.. who would be cleaning up the rest of the kitchen tomorrow?

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When Love Becomes A Bit.. eeeeh are you sure about that

Warnings: a bit unhealthy love, oneshot(?) GN Reader

Synopsis: Wherein the reader has some behaviors toward Riddle that are less than savory. But reader loves Riddle, right? So they could never hurt him!

Almost like a sequel, vaguely related (angst/no comfort): When You Leave With A Lie

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Graceful, intelligent, kind, thoughtful, talented, selfless, beautiful, responsible, passionate… All these things you were and more. Riddle was hopelessly in love with you. And you, the most perfect person in the world, loved him back.

Endless praise spilled from your lips when talking to him. Riddle was perfect in every way in your eyes. Whether he passed an exam with flying colors or kept his temper under control or even performed his housewarden obligations, you told him how proud you were. How amazing he was. Despite perfection being expected, you praised him.

Gifts galore were bestowed upon him whenever you crossed paths. An expensive tea set with glittering gold and blood-red roses painted on it sat on his study table. A bouquet of the sweetest smelling flowers shone proudly in his vase near the windowsill; a new bouquet every week. A dozen hand-made hedgehog plushies of varying sizes and colors adorned his bed. Books about cooking and planning and law and your favorite dessert recipes were stacked on his desk, all annotated to include specific measurements for recipes or commentary on government processes. Every day you'd ask as he got his lunch whether he'd like you to buy him any dessert. It became expected for you to pass him in the halls and swiftly tuck a golden rose behind his ear. At this point, Riddle lost count of all the gifts you gave him! It had become so normal over the past few months that Riddle would become agitated throughout the day for seemingly no reason until he got back to his dorm room and remembered you hadn't gotten him anything for the day.

Your affection didn't come only through gifts. At most points of the day, you were by his side, either putting rowdy students back into their place, studying with him, helping him complete his duties, or even just making small talk. One might think Riddle would be annoyed with a person tailing after him like a lost duck all the time, but on the contrary, he loved it! Though spending time with you was a common occurrence, he relished those moments all the same! Talking to you replenished his energy–having you help with his work reduced his stress… 

And when you talked, Riddle felt he could tell you anything. He felt he could speak about not just his day or the weather, but about his feelings and his past and whatever trivial thing crossed his mind. Something about you just made him spill all his secrets, all his worst fears, and all his frustrations. He felt he could talk to you about his dreams and his passions and interests without judgment. He could cry in front of you. Laugh in front of you. Without a reputation to uphold. Without fear that you would love him any less.

Overall, Riddle was just- enamored by you. Utterly enchanted. He'd never felt the emotions he felt towards you before. Every moment in your presence was dream-like, every second spent thinking about you was bliss. Though he'd never been in love before, nor could he even explain what such an elusive feeling was, he felt this was it. You were it. The epitome of all things good in the world. In fact, nothing in the universe could ever fully convey his feelings toward you.

And perhaps that wasn't a good thing. Love can make people blind. Love can make people stupid. It can make them disregard all reason and law and fact. Things that are so obvious could become cryptic when blinded by emotion. Even one such as Riddle, who held rules and reason in such high regard, could become blindsided by love.

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There was.. a certain side to you. One that never showed itself around your beloved. A side that almost everyone in NRC was witness to.

Trey saw it. There seemed to be this thing within you that demanded control. Trey saw it in the way you acted around others, in the way you performed your duties, and in the way you took over every Heartslabyul dorm job until you were the only one doing the work. Your behaviors were scarily similar to Riddle’s, except you were subtler. You’re slow overtaking of the dorm duties was natural and calculated. Offering to do the jobs of students who were lazy, or offering to help Trey bake for an Unbirthday party and ending up baking most of the food. Whenever someone did work and was praised or recognized, Trey could see you tense. Or he could feel your hostile aura even when you had a smile on your face. Trey wasn’t too sure, but it felt like perhaps you were trying a little too hard to appear perfect in Riddle’s eyes–that you were taking on everyone’s work in hopes of appearing like the only responsible one. And it seemed your plan was working. Riddle praised you more and scolded others more often. And it rarely happened, but Riddle would occasionally walk up to Trey, scolding him on his lack of contributions to the dorm that month, only for Trey to remind Riddle that it was because you had done all his work. Then Riddle would stand shocked for a moment, mumble a ‘sorry’, and walk off. 

Cater was witness to your flaws. There seemed to be this drive within you to become the ideal person. And everything you became related to Riddle. Good grades were praised by him, so you became a model student. Reason and poise were favorable in his eyes, so you changed your personality to fit his ideals. Managing piles upon piles of work was admirable to Riddle, so you took on every job possible. … When you first appeared in this world, you were cold and reserved. Once you got used to everyone, you became more open. You laughed a lot, and you were bold and flirty and sarcastic. You were also empathetic, and kind to a fault. Cater had admired the way you wore your heart on your sleeve. You were so comfortable being you, unlike him. And when Riddle came into the picture, things changed. You weren’t exactly a shell of yourself, but you toned down a whole lot. While some changes were for the better (fixing your time management, for one), there were others that weren’t. You seemed to be investing so much time and energy into Riddle and all the things that he adored, that you ran out of kindness and passion to give and show to others. Your passionate and unworldly-kind exterior slowly wore off as the months went by, until not many willingly stayed by your side.

Ace and Deuce noticed it. Despite all your changes into a being of “perfection”, you were still human. And to keep up with that ideal you believed Riddle loved, you sacrificed your health and your feelings. Deuce knew how hard classes were- especially for a person who’d just recently come to this world. He admired your determination to get perfect grades, but sometimes he found himself wanting to tell you to go to sleep or take a break. Oftentimes, you two would pull all-nighters to get some last-minute studying in, only for him to crash at 3 am and wake at 7 just to see you still writing away sipping on your 5th cup of coffee. Ace also found you a bit of a bummer. You used to show up at all of his games and all of his movie nights. You two used to take walks around campus talking about the most mundane of things. Now, your time was divided between studying, work, Riddle, and occasionally sleep. Barely any effort was made to make time for him or anyone else. He tried to tell you how he felt about your behavior once, but you brushed him off. He would never understand, you told him. Ace and Deuce noticed how you wasted away just for a single person’s sake. Yet, unless you were willing to accept that you needed help, there was no saving you.

Literally Grim and everyone else close to you noticed your changes. But none could really comment on it other than saying, “Oh, you’re different.” You were still the nice and passionate person everyone first thought of you as. You were a Grade A student who helped with everyone’s jobs. None could complain about you.

And that was how things went on for months and months and months. Your life was Riddle’s. He was your world, your heart, your soul, your Noth Star. And you’d do anything at all to keep his eyes on you. To hear his voice sing your praises, to feel his soft hands across your skin, to see him smile at you with such pure and unadulterated joy. You would move mountains for him. You would travel to hell and back. You would live for him, and die for him. For Riddle, you would forsake your dignity, forget your identity, and become Riddle’s one and only until time stopped and the world fell to ruin.

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And just as Riddle’s love for you was a bit too extreme, so was yours for him. If a pure love like Riddle’s could make him blind to your changes and your suffering and the world around him, then a love like yours–that near bordered obsession–could surely do more harm. And… your love was. Doing harm, in the quietest way possible.

It was in the way you held yourself. It was in the way you worked hard. It was in the way you were so explicit in your affections for Riddle, that it made everyone else dull in comparison. You were the sun. The brightest star in his galaxy. Everyone else was the stars in the night sky that oft were drowned out by clouds. Everyone else was less responsible than you. Everyone else was less reliable than you. Everyone else was less talented, less hardworking, less thoughtful, and less kind-

You had taken up so much space in Riddle’s life in the past year that.. perhaps… Riddle didn’t need anyone else. You could do and be everything he needed, anyway. When was the last time he asked Trey for opinions on an essay, or asked him how Unbirthday Party preparations were going? When was the last time he asked Cater to round up the freshman and stop them from messing around? When was the last time he had to scold Ace when you were around? When was the last time Riddle had a headache from working? When was the last time Riddle was stressed out with dorm duties and rules when you were there to help him work through them? When was the last time Riddle needed anything from someone else when you were there?

That settled it. You were all he truly needed, right? His first love, his first stress reliever. His best confidante, his best friend. He didn't need to punish you for breaking the rules. He never needed to ask you to stay out of trouble. He never needed to ask for attention from you. Not when you gave it so often and so willingly. When everyone else wasn't enough, you came to save the day. 

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Perhaps this was unintentional on your part, but it seemed Riddle had come to the conclusion that with you in his life, there was no need for anyone else. Why expend so much effort for those who could never understand him in the way that you do?

Either way, it seems the intensity of your love is returned. With him as your one and only, devoted to you for as long as the universe expands, you're happy. 

And who needs others, anyway? Who needs people who don't understand how important Riddle is to you? Who needs others to tell you that you're obsessing? Who needs people to tell you that your love is too much? On the contrary! Your expressions of love will never be enough to fully convey your emotions towards Riddle.

He is your life. And you are his world. 

There is also no way to fix this… whatever this is.

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Riddle Rosehearts & That Chronically Online Peep

Warnings: suggestive comments, utter second-hand embarrassment, platonic context GN Reader

Synopsis: You're chronically online what can I say? *shrugs*

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He really really liked you. You were calm and reserved and you followed all the rules. All 810 of them. You were just perfect in every way! Well, maybe he’d like it a bit more if you spoke just a teensy little extra. I mean, you only spoke when you were spoken to, gosh darn! Made it a bit hard to ask for your opinion or do group projects.

Even when you got more comfortable around Riddle, you still maintained that peaceful, professional aura. You were the responsible one in the Heartslabyul trouble-maker group (Ace, Deuce, Grim… wait, does Grim count?). You never got in trouble, you were always on top of everything… Riddle admired you! Finally, another person in Hearts who was just as well-adjusted as him! -_-

Maybe you joked a bit more with Riddle or were more relaxed around him, but you were never as infuriating as Ace, or as cheesy as Cater.

He loved to have intellectual conversations with you. You spoke with perfect grammar, and with great ideas. You were respectful and lovely- and just.. you.

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! ! ! And then he met you online.

He found your Magicam account. (Bro, why are you posting pics of beer cap babies and posting love poetry about ppl in the server you’re not Rook what) Not only that, but Cater also invited him to the Heartslabyul Twistcord server when he mentioned wanting to make sure students were behaving. You happened to be in it.

And Riddle… bore witness to your internet self. It. Was. Horrifying.

Every night he’d check the server before going to bed, making sure no one was doing something bad or against the Queen’s rules. And every time he opened the app he was met with your messages.

Front and center. Sent to random people in the dorm. Saying things like, “Hey, cutie, how was your day?” “OMG I love you so much, — we should get married fr fr!!!” “Lookin real sexy right there, auugh~” “Damn bro, they should step on me!” “I want — to look at me like the little bug i am with disgust” “yee, but a cute 😻”

YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH EVERYONE!!! And what was it with you and being married to everyone who uses the bathroom?!?! Who was HEY GIRLIE <3 and why were you married to them?!!? Who was Moomooch and why did you have four babies with them!?!?! Why were you thirsting over everyone in the server!?!?

And you were so— so— DRAMATIC?! With your ‘ooos’ and 'ahhhs’ and auugghhs’ and 'oogledy booglediys’ and boople doople’ and all.

And oh. OH! Don’t forget the bane of Riddle’s existence! He was just so utterly done every time you sent 😩. Why?! Why did you do it?!

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Riddle felt so betrayed. You were almost the exact opposite of your physical personality. He honestly didn’t know what to think anymore. How could such a well-adjusted human being act so .. so like … THAT?!! What happened to you? Are you okay?!!?

No one knows that he’s in the server, so Riddle is apprehensive about confronting you about your behavior. He honestly doesn’t know what to do. He wonders if you find him so boring that you don’t bother showing your dramatic side with him. Though, he’s not exactly sure if he wants all that flirting and 'diddles’ aimed at him.

He likes you. You never act weird or vulgar around him. He’s never seen you act that way with anyone!!! Days go by as usual, but Riddle’s thoughts about your behavior plague his mind. Honestly… what should he do?

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Deuce Spade & That Chronically Online Peep

Warnings: mentions of suggestive comments/behaviors, one slightly graphic description of "violence", platonic context-though Deuce may have the beginnings of a crush GN Reader

Synopsis: You're chronically online, what can I say? *shrugs*

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Same as Riddle. Deuce liked you, plain and straight. You were respectful, nice, responsible academically, and always ready to help and encourage him with whatever he needed. Yes, you were very quiet, but he also admired that about you. With all the chaos and stress that people Ace and Grim and school brought, it was nice to just hang out with you in the library or Heartslabyul garden and just relax.

Another thing he admired about you was your strength when dealing with annoying people. Even when they messed with you or pushed you around, you held yourself to a high standard and didn’t pay them any mind. When things got too rough, you skillfully backed away and avoided violence. You inspired Deuce, truly. He wanted to be able to refuse conflict just like you! (Hey, you got an admirer now!)

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!!! And then he met you online!!! shikdnqiwfkmoamomasm

He was invited by Cater into the Heartslabyul Twistcord; at first, it was a tiny group. Just him, Cater, tr*y, Ace, and a few other members like A, B, and C. For a while, the chats were just filled with random hobbies and announcements for the dorm and small little private groups dedicated to sharing cheatsheets for tests on the down-low.

Overall, the server was pretty chaotic, with a myriad of personalities left and right. Then you were invited as an honorary member of the Heartslabyul Twistcord.

And things went wild.

Cringy asterisks were your jam and flirting with the students of Hearts was your bread and butter. You threw compliments like roses and thirsted over images of Kirbussy and lion boyos. Your internet self was… an enigma.

Deuce found himself flustered whenever you gave him compliments, and he maybe- maybe, got a bit jealous when you were down bad over others. Not that he necessarily wanted you to thirst over him, but you were very good with words. Your comments were sweet, albeit weird, and though they were reminiscent of Rook’s speech, the words somehow sounded better coming from you.

Now, acting flirty and down bad on the internet wasn’t the weirdest thing for him. You were respectful of people’s boundaries and when people told you to stop, you stopped. And Deuce was very familiar with having multiple behaviors, anyway. Though his situation with his past self was different from your situation, it kind of reminded him of himself. Both your internet self and your physical personality were you. They were extremely different, but still all you. Just as his more chaotic and violent self was him, and his nice and hardworking self was him.

But… when you were online, you also got way more… violent. Contrary to how you acted physically, online you were more than willing to throw hands. “I’m gonna beat up your teacher this” ; “I’ll slap your wife” that. “I wanna squeeze him up and punt him into the sun and when he ultimately falls into a blender imma mush him up and feast upon his entrails”.

Deuce was honestly quite concerned with ^^ that part of your internet self. He kinda wanted to talk to you about it, but he didn’t want to come off as being rude or judgy. It wasn’t really his place to do that, he felt. And sometimes, in the back of his brain, he found himself agreeing with those violent thoughts of yours. Not that he’d ever tell you though.

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Overall, Deuce is probably the one least surprised with your behavior. He understands many people have different facets of themselves. He understands that you act differently in different situations because he does the same. He may bring up the interesting change your personality does in the future, but he doesn’t really mind if he never finds the answer to your duality.

He still likes you. You’re still you. And he’s your friend, no matter your eccentricity.

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Venti College AU! Comfort

Warnings: consumption of alcohol, reader is an art student in college, Venti majors in some type of music thing GN Reader

Synopsis: You're stressed with an art project; how will Venti help?

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You cried out, tearing the paper from your sketchbook and crumpling it into a ball, tossing it to the other side of the room. Archons, was this hard to do! I mean, come on! You had three art projects going on simultaneously, an art history test to study for, and an English paper due the next week, which you hadn’t done at all… 

You were already having so much trouble brainstorming for one of your major projects, which drove you crazy! You felt unable to move on to your other assignments, not just because you wanted to have a clear plan for this project first, but because you were just so damn tired! Class mixed with art commissions combined with maintaining your general life was getting to be too much for you. It felt like you hadn’t had the chance to breathe in ages, since every week was filled with buckets and bins of work. These current projects were just from the past few weeks, after all, with you having just recovered from midterms and the commissions you took on the month before.

You sighed, rifling through the papers scattered across your desk, looking for some of the better sketches you drew for the project.

No… no, not that one. Archons, what was that even supposed to be? It seems that because of your fatigue and your being stumped for ideas, none of your sketches really made any sense, nor had any visual interest whatsoever. Frustrated with the horribly abundant amount of failed ideas, you let your head fall to the desk, utterly defeated. Perhaps, if you fell asleep now, you’d get a good idea from a dream?

You barely registered the door to your apartment unlocking or the joyful, “I’m home~” as you continued to sulk at your desk. Nor did you register the sound of shoes being thrown into the basket near the front door, or socks sliding against the floor towards you. It wasn’t until someone practically shouted into your ear that you registered anything at all.

“Songbird?! Did you not hear me return from my late-night rendezvous? I was about to ask how you’ve been faring, though it seems-”

“Venti!!” You squealed, snapping out of your daze and rocketing up from your position.

He chuckled. “You know, dear, your desk is not the best resting spot. You’ll wake up with the most terrible aches!”

“I- I wasn’t sleeping! I was just… taking a short break from my work! I’ve been hard at it all day!”

“It’s 2am, Y/N. Are you telling me that for as long as I’ve been gone you’ve been working? I recall seeing you drawing from morning to right when I left.”

Venti was looking at you with a worried expression. You had truly been drawing and studying nonstop all day–you had even declined Venti’s invitation to accompany him to a party he was invited to.

“Have you gotten anything done?” he asked, and you hung your head in shame.

“No… My brain’s run out of juice! I don’t have any inspiration at all, and I’m already behind on everything and I-!”

Venti clucked his tongue, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. “Oh, songbird, why don’t you take a break? Let’s get rid of that stress and then I’ll help you brainstorm for your projects, ‘kay? I snatched a bottle of wine on the way home! Maybe the buzz’ll give you some ideas~”

You nodded, too tired to argue. Taking your hand, Venti whisked you over to the couch, telling you to stay put as he got everything ready for your break. When he came back, he was clutching two glasses of wine and the bottle, and holding a blanket and a box of cookies in the other. Throwing the blanket on top of you and shoving one of the wine glasses and cookie box in your hands, he grabbed the tv remote and plopped down next to you.

“What do you wanna watch?”

You hummed, downing the glass in one go. “Just something mindless, I don’t really care.”

Time passed in a blur, Venti putting on some silly reality tv show for you to laugh at, and refilling your glass whenever it got low. Before you knew it, your head was resting on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair, leaving sweet kisses on your crown. The drinks were long forgotten, and the tv became background noise as you listened to Venti ramble about his day, words slurring a bit due to his drinking of half the bottle of wine. You listened to how he made some cool friends in the same major as you at the party, and how he saw the most darling little dog playing outside the apartment complex, and how his professor gave him an extension on one of his works, and how he got stopped for an extensive id check while buying wine. The soothing lilt of his voice paired with the drinks and his rhythmic brushing of your hair tired you, and you fell in and out of consciousness. Right as Venti began to sing a lullaby about Windwheel Asters and dandelion breezes, you fell into a deep slumber.

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The sunlight was warm and lovely, despite it shining directly onto your face. You groaned, shielding your eyes from the light as you fully woke up. You felt like you’d been born anew. You didn’t recall ever sleeping so soundly.

You stretched, giggling when you heard Venti grumble as you disturbed his rest. You turned over to face him, placing your chin on your hands. “Good morning, love~! I slept wonderfully and it’s all thanks to you! I feel much better now that I’ve taken a break. I think I’m ready to tackle that project again~”

Venti grinned, regaining full clarity. He reached over you, picking up his phone. “I’m glad! It’d be a real shame if you woke up at… 12:37 and didn’t feel refreshed.”

You froze. “12:37?? Wait! It’s that late?! I- I’ve really got to get back to working!”

He whined. “Wait, Y/N, don’t leave! We’ll start your project later, I promise! Let’s relax a little longer!! ”

“Venti! I’ve gotta finish! Don’t..” you struggled to get out of his grasp, “don’t you have work to do, too?”

And that’s when Venti froze. Eyes widened, he looked at you, speechless.

“Oh,” he breathed. “I forgot… I had to write a song.”