#reader is yuu

[bigratsdeservebigpats]

Yuu, giving a good drago boy a headpat: see, if God doesn’t exist, explain how my hand fits perfectly between your horns.

Malleus, deep in contemplation: soulmates.

Yuu:

Yuu: it was mostly just a jo-

Malleus, firmer this time: Soulmates.

[treysimp]

"I’m not sure how better to say this... do you want to make out on my couch?"

Part 2 with Scarabia.

GN! Reader x Kalim and Jamil (separately)

Smooching, implied mutual pining and suggestive themes, but nothing explicit. Reader is not physically described.

Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia

♥️🐍♥️🐍♥️🐍♥️🐍

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“…okay.”

“Whu-” it feels like your jaw is about to hit the floor.

You expected a question, a comment, something? Jamil just looks back stoically at you, not a hint of an expression to give away a single thought in his brain.

“You’re okay with that?” you feel embarrassed, you propositioned him and you’re the one feeling embarrassed. God, why did you ever think this was a good idea?

His almond eyes flick to your wrist and then firmly clasps his hand around it, gently passing by your shoulder to tug you inside the building that you had just invited him into. You followed wordlessly, feeling baffled.

Jamil slowly sits on the couch and gently tugs you forward, his eyes locking on yours as you settle into a seat in front of him. He continues pulling your wrist insistently, until your opposite hand falls to his chest when you stumble from the force. You look up at him, and he finally has an expression, a sly smile.

Jamil traces your hairline from your temple behind your ear, pushing any strands on his way back from your eyes to get a better look at your huge eyes and heated face. Finally pulling the hand that had been caught in his grip next to the one you had ungracefully slapped onto the front of his shirt, he chuckles.

“You know, as much as I like you being forward, you might be even more cute when you’re shy.” his eyes twinkle mischievously with the comment, trailing his hand under your chin to cup your face gently.

He pulls your face closer and then whispers into your hair, hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Well? Are we going to make out or what?”

Something in you snaps as you hungrily lunge forward to push your lips onto his and thread your fingers into his perfect hair, Jamil gasps quietly before you can feel his lips pulling into a smile.

Just as you thought that it was going well though, Jamil gingerly pushes you back by the shoulders and grabs his phone from his pocket as he stands up, walking towards the door you both just entered from.

About to cry in confusion and disappointment, you wordlessly knit your brows as he turns back to meet your gaze.

“Just a moment, I need to message Kalim that I’m not going to be able to make it home tonight.”

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"I don't know how to say this... do you want to make out on my couch?"

Kalim’s eyes practically sparkle at your question, immediately jumping forward into your arms to pull you into the messiest (and yet endearingly enthusiastic) lip-lock of your life.

After a solid minute of hungry and insistent kisses that have more tongue than you would ever expect from a first smooch, you and Kalim separate with a gasp. It appears he was holding his breath the whole time.

“So you love me?” he grins, his kiss-redded lips pulling into an ecstatic grin as his gorgeous eyes shut into a close eyed smile.

“Well I-” you sputter, not sure how to respond now that you’ve been put on the spot.

“Actually, you know what? Let’s talk later!” Kalim interrupts with a chuckle, immediately shushing you yet again with open-mouthed kisses that seem fully committed to physically stealing your breath away.

Kalim pushes you inside Ramshackle, not letting you look away from him as he slowly guides you backwards until the back of your knees softly hit the cushion of your well-worn couch. Said couch protests with an ancient creak, but Kalim remains completely unfazed.

His touch is burning and persistent across your body, you yourself trail your hands down his back and along his arms.

Taking your time to slowly trace your hands over the white markings on his arms, thinking about how much firmer his body was than you expected and how long you had desperately wished for this every time he would tackle you into a hug during gym, offer you some of his lunch during breaks or when he would grab you by the arm and pull you off to look at something that just ‘couldn’t wait’.

As you daydream, you grasp onto him harder and harder, his headband was lost at some point and he’s been slowly shedding layers without you noticing. How did he even do that while he was kissing you so hard?

“Remind me…” he says between kisses “to buy you…” a gasp “a new couch.” he finishes, the springs below you creaking as if they were in agreement.

“Kalim, I don’t need…” he finally stops for a moment and stares into your eyes, and you feel wildly self-conscious again.

“...a new couch” you finish, desperately willing yourself to look away from the red eyes that bore into yours as Kalim firmly grasps you by your shoulders.

“No, no, you will.” he says firmly, shaking his head in a way that lightly jostles his down-soft hair.

“I’m planning on breaking this one.” he states simply, before diving back into your heated embrace.

Hope I didn’t do my sweet boys too OOC, let me know if you have ideas or comments.

Love you, reader!

[leviathans-tail]

Time for some spicy tweels 🌶️

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #3 - “it's in my mind.”

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character: deuce, twisted wonderland

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu, implied violence

"It's my mind, isn't it? It's just decaying."

Deuce is somewhere between hysterical and detached, forcing down the disbelieving laughter that's threatening to bubble up, staring down at his bloodstained hands with a neutrality that he couldn't stand.

Like rot growing, his conviction simmers under his skin, his unwavering loyalty to you.

He had said he would be better. That he wouldn't fall back into the person that he used to be - that he would fill the role of an honors student and make his mother proud.

But, for you? For you, wasn't it worth it?

Wasn't any act of insanity acceptable, reasonable even, if done for you? Deuce was nothing if not for you.

You had come into his life by pure chance and clicked the pieces together for him like no one had done before. You had told him that even honors students had things they fought for. So, really, wasn't it fine? It was for you.

His mentality twists, the framework of his being falling away under the pure weight of his feelings for you. There wasn't anything else. Couldn't be anything else. It had crumbled away long ago, by now. Decomposed like rotten wood.

He can see the blood seeping into the cuffs of his uniform, soaking the white fabric red as it spreads.

Consuming him and all of his being.

All his thoughts were for you. All he was, was yours. It was only natural that he take care of whatever stood in the way of your love, wasn't it?

The blood drips onto the floor, steadily. He can hardly feel his bruised knuckles as he watches the red flow, trailing down the grout, covering it in the crimson that he can feel himself being enveloped in.

He's rotting.

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[box-artist]

The husband and his ugly ass shrimp (you).

⇥ Reference

[thecoolsquirrel]

The Little Mermaid AU w/Azul

Bonus:

<3 Tags for Little Mermaid Au:

@a-very-werid-mirror @twistiraki @azulashengrottospiano @pianostarinwonderland @fjshii @cowboy-rowlet @femmefaeryboi @savanaclaw1996 @taruruchi @thehollowwriter @thefiasco-onyourblock @the-trinket-witch @@adorable-person

[ventique18]

Queen mothers and three generations of 🧎‍♂️

[azlrse]

– basically idia's married life with mc

[twstowo]

Incorrect Quotes

Deuce: Can I try Rizzing you Up?

Mc/Yuu/You: Sure, lol.

Deuce: *Straightens his back, clears his throat, and looks you in the eyes*

Deuce: *Falls dramatically to the floor* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Malleus: If you were in a room full of men, would you still pick me?

Mc/Yuu/You: If I was in a room full of men I’d jump of a cliff.

*Mc/Yuu/You being in Night Raven College a college only for boys*

Leona: Well, I have bad news.

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

Kalim: *Pouring his heart out because he loves you so much*

MC/Yuu/You: *Also pouring their heart out because they love Kalim*

Jamil: *Eye twitching* I'm about to overblot, again.

[breadcheese444]

The Nightmare before Christmas

ⓒ encodory

[shirofairy]

🦇Lilia: Yuu, do you want to see some photos of Malleus as a baby? :D

🌸Yuu: omg, sure

🐉Malleus: Lilia, wait!

The photo of Malleus as a baby:

[bigratsdeservebigpats]

Yuu the morning after having to bunk in Leona’s room after being slighted by the fish mafia: Morning

Yuu: How’d you sleep last night?

Leona, kicking them away: What the hell-

Leona: What are you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor 

Yuu: Had a nightmare

Leona: Had a nightmare? 

Leona: What are you; 5 years old?

Yuu: Listen I needed to feel comfortable and I was gettin this perverse power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the ground and you sleeping up there

Leona: Ah yes how high and mighty I am up on my twin xl

Yuu: That is not what I meant

Leona: Silence in the presence of your king, who sleeps a lofty 12 1/2 inches above the ground

Yuu: Listen I am not ashamed I slept comfortably when I got in your bed and I'm sure you did too

Leona: yea okay

Yuu: You know what? I wanna know, how’d you sleep last night?

Leona:

Leona: That was the best I've slept in a while 

Yuu:  Gasp! The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!

Leona: shut up

Yuu, climbing back in bed: but my liege our love is forbidden!

Leona: I told you to shut up, herbivore. 

[treysimp]

Do You Wanna Make Out On My Couch? (Explicit Remix)

Side: Ignihyde (Idia)/AMAB!Reader (Reader has a penis)

Idia/AFAB!Reader

The time has come, lovely readers, for a spicy conclusion.

This is a continuation of the work "Do You Want to Make Out on My Couch (Part 4)". Said fic is also included below if you want to re-read the beginning or this is your first time seeing this work.

Reader not described other than their junk, and pronouns are not used for them.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, M/M sexual relations, handjobs, questionable use of the word "smoocharoo", ask to tag for more.

SFW Works in this series:

Savannahclaw | Scarabia | Octinavielle | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Heartslabyul | Diasomnia

To skip straight to the action, scroll to the second picture of Idia, thanks!

“…are you okay? Did you like… hit your head or something?”

Idia flatly questioned you, his shoulders shrugged up to his ears and his eyes narrowed into a suspicious glare. It was very him to be so blasé and sarcastic at the first sign of vulnerability, but you had to admit you were a bit hurt. You were putting yourself out there, you know?

“Are you really going to pretend that I am not into your cringe ass at this point? Who do you take me for?” You spat, crossing your arms with a huff. If he was going to play dumb, you were simply going to drive him into a corner until he couldn’t.

“Cringe? You’re cringe! You couldn’t even beat BloodScorne without my help, and you put it on easy mode!” He threw back, his glare melting into a sardonic smile that showed off the razor-sharp teeth behind his cool-tinted lips. “Fake gamer.” He finished with a shrug, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. 

“I can and have beat it! I just did that so you’d spend time with me, moron!” Oh this bitch, you were going to kill his skinny ass.

“Moron! Are you kidding me? You’re the moron! Asking me to make out with you out of nowhere when I’m clearly in love with you, how stupid can you get?” 

Your expression curled into a smirk equally as fast as Idia’s face fell in horror.

“So you’re in love with me?” You ask triumphantly. An eyebrow quirked in mock derision. You tilted your head to the side in faux-curiosity. And this guy says he’s a genius, pfft.

“Ah…” eyes wide, shoulders trembling and hair flickering pink at the tips, Idia suddenly finds the ground under his shoes incredibly interesting. 

You could barely hear him mumble, “What does it matter? You’re never going to reciprocate so…” he signed, "...why even try?"

You inhaled through your nose and out through your mouth. Okay, so it was the self-hate thing. You could work with that.

“Idia. Do you think I go around propositioning randos every damn day?” You say, your eyes crinkling at the corners at the idea. 

Part of why you both got along so well was because of how badly you both were when it came to relationships. It was a common topic of your late-night bitching sessions: 'what awkward thing did you do today?' or 'do you wanna hear this dumb thing I did as a kid' or 'wow I relate to this anime I just watched, it's about this loser gamer who gets a harem' (okay that last one was just Idia).  

His jaw snapped shut. Of course, he didn’t think you went around hitting on strangers! But how could… someone like you… and him…

“Why me?” He asked, “Out of all of your options how could it possibly be me?” He almost felt like crying in disbelief. If he were you... He would never...

“Because we have a lot in common. And because I like oblivious assholes apparently.” You say, rubbing your forehead. You felt a headache coming on.

Feeling driven into a corner, Idia stood in silence. He had imagined this scenario so many times, he had run the calculations in his mind over and over but they never gave him good results. Even in his fantasies, he failed.

Try as he might, Idia was quickly running out of excuses, and the intentional evenness of his voice was long-lost in his squeaky attempts at arguments. 

“Look,” you sigh, “I promise this smoocharoo won’t kill you.” You punctuate your sentence with a wink, which did nothing to calm down Idia as you gently tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Very funny.” He replies flatly. “I almost died, you know.”

You laughed, “Yeah, that would have been a shame.” 

“...I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that suit again though.” You mumble mostly to yourself, but Idia 100% heard you. 

Coincidentally, Idia was also suddenly overcome with the thought of how you would look in formal wear, like if you were to go to a wedding together - ah, no no no not going there! Shut the fuck up, brain Idia! SHUT UP! 

Noticing his distress, you took the opportunity to lean forward to rest your forehead on his. As you suspected, it felt like a furnace. You frowned. 

“Do you have a fever or something? Is that why you don’t want to kiss me?” He had already admitted to liking you, what's the hold-up?

Idia shook his head aggressively, flame hair splaying out frantically at his denial. He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, taking in your features and how soft your skin felt against his own. Your eyes gleamed in the dim light, teeth sparkling as you laughed at his frantic head motion and he was hit with a slight scent of mint from the gum he had given you earlier. What would you taste like? Would you also taste like that gum? 

Unthinkingly moving despite his previous over-the-top protests, Idia let that intrusive thought carry himself to your lips in a feather-light peck. 

Your eyes widened, but just as he was about to apologize for his sudden change of mind, you pulled him back in place.

Anime and manga said that kisses felt like marshmallows and tasted like lemon, but he couldn’t say he agreed. 

This one, right here right now? It was mint, and something else warm and wet and entirely unique, but certainly you. He inhaled through his nose as you both continued your soft and shy kisses. 

His hands threaded through your hair to pull you closer and he wondered if all of this was just a very realistic dream. You both separated for a moment, eyes half-lidded and breath coming out in short puffs that were lightly defined in the cold air. 

“Are you going to let me inside?” He asked, feeling newfound confidence pulse through him as he nibbled at your ear. 

He felt the sharp inhale you took against his neck, and he couldn’t help but smile. He was the one making you act like this. No one else. Just him. 

Pulling away from his embrace, you slowly nodded as you opened the door to Ramshackle to let you both inside. 

Idia followed you silently with his hands in his pockets. Despite how warm he felt, burying himself in his hoodie let him think for a moment. He wished you both were in his room right now instead. It would be way more comfortable than… this. 

He supposed that you’re not supposed to complain when the hottest commodity on campus is coming onto you, though. Not that he would dare. As much as he liked to complain, he did like you more… not that he would ever say it out loud.  

You physically pull Idia out of his thoughts when you push him onto the couch gently. He lands with a soft thud and a squeak of surprise. 

Idia really could be cute sometimes, huh? 

You climbed onto his lap, looking down at his face and slowly taking in all of his features. His kohl-lined eyes, his dark lips, the flickers and waves of his hair, you loved all of it. 

It was hard not to stare at him sometimes, his beauty was so otherworldly and yet somehow the only other person who took notice was a damn ghost! 

Not that you minded the lack of competition. 

“Idia…” you breathed, lowering your face down so that your lips almost skimmed his again, “...are you okay with this?” You asked. 

You had been incredibly forward this whole time, but you didn’t want this thing to be one-sided. As much as you would be disappointed, you would back off if he asked. You’ve waited this long, after all. 

Idia was silent, pointed teeth worrying over his lower lip. He seemed to be having a very heated internal debate, but you let him stew in silence for a moment. It was okay not to rush him, as much as you wanted to. 

Finally, with a look of determination, Idia placed his hands on either side of your hips and ground up against you, a whine slipping from his mouth while the rose color that had been dip-dying his hair began spreading slowly upward. 

“Haah…” he exhaled with a hiccup, watery eyes looking up at you pleadingly. 

“Please, don’t stop.”

What little self-control you had left hanging by a thread snapped when you felt Idia grinding into you from below. You had a pretty good track record of holding your lust at bay so far, but feeling the quickly stiffening bulge in his pants made you grow harder in-turn, and you weren’t sure how much patience you had left.

“Idia,” you groaned, grinding yourself down on him, desperately trying to memorize the pathetic look on his beautiful face.

“What do you want me to do?” You said, unable to hide the ecstatic smile that spread across your face.

Idia’s eyes were closed as he pushed even harder up into you, a slight sheen of sweat on his skin. You stroked his cheek to grab his attention, and he blearily returned your gaze, golden eyes shining brightly. 

When he saw you looking down at him, he gave you that classic smug smile that always made your heart skip a beat, and his grip tightened on either side of you. 

“Oh? Now you want to hear what I think? That’s not very like you.” he said breathily, trying to keep himself from melting into a puddle at the sudden influx of physical affection.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, grinding down with a smooth sway that made Idia choke. He murmured the quietest ‘uh-huh’ you ever heard in your life. Grinning, you hopped off his lap and began unzipping his pants as fast as your shaking hands would allow.

After finally unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling his pants down (with Idia helpfully pushing his hips up to help with a whine) you could see the proper outline of him covered by his boxers. 

Swallowing thickly, you pushed his boxers down in a rush to answer the curiosity that was gnawing away at you.

His dick was veiny and so, so firm. He was long and lean with a tip that matched the blue of his lips.

You had to have him.

With as gentle a hand as you could manage in your excitement, you stroked the silk softness of his dick with the pads of your fingers. Relishing in the shiver that crossed his body, you idly played with the trail of hair from his navel to his bush. Idia’s hand swatted you in slight annoyance and you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction to your teasing.

“God, you’re so fucking annoying,” Idia groaned with a slight buck of his hips. “Are you a sadist or something?’ 

Stroking his velvet skin up and down and up and down, it felt like you could feel the blood rushing to his length in real-time as you watched his balls twitch from the pressure. Maybe you were a sadist? Only because he was so cute like this, though.

You didn’t want to rush him, but you also had to feel him as soon as you could.

“Idia, can I fuck you?” You whisper into his ear as you continue your soft strokes. You idily wondered if that Idia’s eyes might get stuck with they way rolling into the back of his head from the sensation.

“Ah… you... yes… please…”

You squeezed him just a bit harder, “Idia, louder.”

“Please, please fuck me!” He gasped, hips spasming to chase the high of your tight grip. You laughed and kissed him on the forehead.

“Alright. Turn over Idia. Show me yourself.”

Hair fully burning pink, Idia rose to his knees, finally pulling off his shirt and hoodie to get them out of the way. Positioning himself ass out, presenting himself to you... he was gorgeous. 

How many times have you pumped your hand over yourself thinking about this? You licked your lips and lightly traced his hole with your finger, feeling a thrill at seeing him pucker from the touch.

Idia looked back at you pathetically, eyes watery. You swallowed audibly, fuck. How long were you going to be able to keep this up?

“If you’re going to keep teasing, I’ll just top instead,” he said with a huff. 

His trying to talk back to you was so precious considering how much of a quivering mess he was. You couldn’t wait for him to make good on that promise, but not today.

You spat on his asshole and began massaging the slick around him. You spent time just barely dipping your finger inside of him every so often. Just enough of a pressure on his soft muscles to make sure that he kept whining. 

You could hear him whimper your name every so often, and each time he did you weren’t convinced that you would cum in your pants right there, but you bit your lip firmly. 

If you were going to cum anywhere… it was…

“God, will you fuck me already?” Idia snapped, sassy voice trying to cover his quivering legs as you had graduated to slowly pumping your first two fingers in and out of him.

Giggling, you leaned over his back and licked the shell of his ear enticingly, “Would you prefer I go in dry, gorgeous?” 

Idia gasped quietly in response, but you could feel him tighten around your fingers. Okay, filing that idea away for next time too.

Finally freeing your dick from your pants, you immediately got around to tracing your tip across the creases of Idia’s ass. His moans were getting louder and his words were increasingly babbled and frantic. It was a combination of your name, begging for your cock, insults, and absolute nonsense. You couldn’t wait to fuck the brains out of him.

Slowly easing yourself in, you felt like you were being sucked in by each soft inch of him. He was so hot, so tight, just like he was made for you.

“You okay?” You asked. Idia nodded wordlessly, his eyes screwed shut as you saw a single bead of sweat fall from his forehead.

“You feel so good… do you want me to move?” 

“P-please! Please move!” He groaned, pushing his ass as far into you as he could, desperately seeking every inch of you he can fit. Well, it was rude to keep him waiting, right?

You slowly began snaking your hips back and forth in a slow rhythm, digging your nails into Idia’s hips as you licked your lips at the sight. 

You wanted to see him come undone on your cock, you wanted him to beg for you, god you wanted to see him in every position you could bend him in and get him covered in every fluid he would allow. 

You didn’t realize how much your mind had wandered until you noticed just how much noise Idia was making. His hands were balled up on the couch below you as his moans became higher and higher pitched with each swing of your hips. 

You leaned forward to kiss between his shoulder blades and wrapped your hand around his dick, looping your thumb and pointer finger around his balls like a cock ring. 

With a sadistic grin, you whispered to him, “Do you want to cum, baby? Do you think you deserve it?”

Idia’s head shook wildly from side to side.

“No, I don’t-! I don’t, but I need it, please! God, I hate you!” He sputtered, uselessly pushing his hips forward into your hand. 

You chucked as you loosened your grip and began pumping his length in earnest, matching the pumps of your hand to your increasingly messy thrusts.

“Then cum.” You whisper, leaning in and biting a meaty bit of his shoulder, pistoning your hips desperately as you chase your release.

You felt Idia’s balls tighten as his release sputtered forth to cover your hand. You immediately withdrew it and pulled out to pump yourself above him, using his cum as lube to get you to your finish.

With a groan, you came on his lower back. Your eyes half focused from the overwhelming sensation of just how fucking HOT that all was.

Slowly lowering yourself Idia again, you kissed across his shoulders and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. 

His chest was heaving, and while he wasn’t moving, his little chirps and moans and ‘thank yous’ made you relieved to think that he enjoyed it as much as you did. 

Leaning back on your gross couch, you spend a moment catching your breath before finally hopping to your feet. 

You went to your counter and grabbed a spare paper towel. Hissing through your teeth at the sensitivity of your dick as you cleaned yourself off and then tossed the rag into the trash.

Grabbing a new towel and wetting it slightly under the sink, you went over to gently clean up Idia as well. You smoothed his sweaty hair from his face, and this might be the most beautiful you had ever seen him. Leaning over to give him a light kiss on the nose, you smile fondly at your dumb nerd.

“Hey…” he says pathetically, smiling up at you with a sweet and exhausted face.

“Hey,” you reply, gently cleaning him up.

“Same time next week?” You tease, causing Idia to slap your shoulder.

“Fuck you,” he murmurs tiredly.

“Maybe next time.” You counter, softly kissing him on the lips and dragging him to bed after dressing him in a pair of your pajamas so you can both hold each other for the rest of the night.

Cringemaster Idia is here, babes! Next chapter I will post is the AFAB version.

For what it is worth, both are written completely separately so you will experience a very different sex scene in each version (the opening is the same though).

Love you readers, let me know who you want to see next!

[ihavesocialanxiety3654]

yuu: leona I heard that you can actually be a kind to cheka

Leona: who told you that?

yuu: Cheka!

Leona: damn snitch...

Leona being a good uncle💘

(Idk who made that art but it wasn't me, if you know please tell me so I can give the proper credit:) )

[4e7her]

Just say the word + any of the house wardens please!!

I want to see what ur wonderful brain comes up with!! ♡

ty for requesting! i hope this is to your liking <3 i was thinking about making this idia and then i realized that i have no idea how to characterize him properly LMAO

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ for my new years event ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

character: riddle rosehearts, twst

contains: kind of fluff kind of not??? not sure, reader referred to in second person pov, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

"Hmm?" Riddle cocked his head, peering at you with narrowed eyes, obviously curious. It wasn't usual for you to be shy around him - you two had long since passed that. "What do you need, Prefect?"

"I was wondering," You start, voice a bit soft as you glance to the side, hand coming up to mess with the tie around your collar, "When are you free, next?"

The dorm leader hummed to himself, lost in his own world for a few moments as he thought it over.

"Well... There's the Unbirthday parties and the dorm leader meetings. I've no choice but to tutor Ace and Deuce, as they both failed their last History of Magic test. I believe Trey had something planned as well..."

He trailed off now, a distant look in his eyes as he absentmindedly counted the events he listed on his fingers. When you realized Riddle wouldn't be stopping anytime soon, you couldn't help the sigh that left you, grabbing his attention near instantly.

"Why do you ask, dear rose?"

Realizing your mistake, and not wanting to add to the dorm leader's clearly busy schedule, you wave him off. "Oh, it's nothing important. Forget I asked."

A frown pulled at his lips, and Riddle looked at you with much more intent now, questioning in his eyes.

Uncomfortable silence hangs heavy in the air, but you don't answer the unspoken question despite the way your fidgeting transitioned to wringing your hands together. Dutifully ignoring his gaze, you shift on your feet, too flustered by the sudden attention to dismiss yourself.

"Love. If there's something you need from me, don't hesitate. Just say the word, and I can make time."

"You know I don't want to pull you away from important things." You insist, finally meeting Riddle's eyes, your hands coming to a still as you cross your arms.

"Nothing is more important than you."

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[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Imagine if someone’s unique magic was mind reading

Like everyone in NRC considers Yuu to be this paragon of responsibility and righteousness, a resolute force of duty and honour, when in reality they are an overworked and tired teenager, just ready to end it all 

….

Heartslabyul Student D: So what do you think we should do, Prefect?

Yuu: *internally* well my suggestion is to stick a few wet forks into open sockets and call it a night

Yuu: *out loud* Well the best option would be to divide and conquer, if we split up and then regroup in half an hour we should-

…

Octavinelle Student F: *to Savanaclaw Student C* Well I want you to eff off!

Yuu: *internally* And I want to unearth all of the mandrakes in the greenhouse without earmuffs but here I am

Yuu: *out loud* Octavinellle Student F, Savanaclaw Student C, I understand where both of you are coming from but tension right now is far too high and we have a goal to reach. What I suggest is-

And then you have the telepath!NPC like: