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Tired- Ruggie Bucchi x Reader Angst to Comfort

tw: mentions of poverty, alcoholism, depression

a/n: I adore ruggie's character and want to do so many more studies about him <<333 I feel like he gets overlooked a lot in favor of other characters- but he's getting a lot more love from the fandom recently which makes me so happy!

Ruggie Bucchi was tired.

From as early on as he could remember, he was always on his feet. He felt as though there was always some sort of darkness trying to grab him- clawing at his worn clothing and creeping into the crevices of his mind when he slept at night, stirring in his sleep until his grandmother would console him. If he slowed down, the darkness would hold onto him and not let go.

Everyone in his hometown ran. They ran and ran and ran for their own darknesses were lurking behind every corner and just itching to grab ahold of them and drag them down.

Ruggie had seen how long his grandmother had been running- how her back ached day in and day out, her wobbly knees barely supporting her once muscular frame and how her experienced eyes seemed to simply stare sometimes- not at anything or anyone in particular, just a blank stare at the horizon, or a soft, sad gaze that would trail over his features as she crouched in front of him, shaking hands clasped firmly around his too-thin shoulders as she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug when she apologized over and over again- explaining that they couldn't afford to make him something special for his birthday.

He didn't want to drag her with him when he knew that she had her own darkness to battle. He chose to run alone.

He saw what would happen to those who stopped running. He would walk through his neighborhood and see the blank stares of those who fell into the darkness' trap. The way their eyes glazed over as they sat slumped against the houses, surrounded by alcohol bottles and their breathing shallow as though they were already at death's door, their senseless rambles as their energy slowly depletes as the darkness soaks in their livelihood.

The thought of the same happening to him terrified him, so he ran.

He ran as a child, sneaking into the city while his grandmother was working and stealing whatever caught his eye. He would come back hours later, often bruised and bleeding from when he would get caught, but he would have enough to feed him and his grandmother for the week. He would carry armfuls of anything he could find- fresh or spoiled- and help his neighbors try to make them edible.

He had run when he was finally old enough to work, running errands for people and working countless jobs day and night- even when his legs threatened to give out beneath him and he was seeing double around him. Even when he barely had the energy to keep his eyes open while he was bussing tables or sweeping floors, even when his smile was forced -the small movement only worked to burn up energy that he didn't have.

He still ran- he worked to learn how to read and write, he worked to develop his magic even though there was nobody around to teach him how, he worked to make sure that everyone in his neighborhood laughed every day, to keep a smile on their faces. He made jokes and played games even though every step made his feet feel as though they were on fire and his legs and back ached and longed to rest.

Most days he would only be able to get a few hours of sleep before he had to wake up and work again, often leaving his house on an empty stomach (although his grandmother tried her hardest to make sure he ate). He would run until late at night until he could get his first and last meal of the day.

The day he got accepted into Night Raven College was the happiest and saddest day of his life. He was ecstatic to finally find the thread that he was looking for- the small thread being his only hope to help everyone out once and for all. An opportunity to get a real education, to hone his skills, and build his resume. A chance to get his grandmother a nice bed and clothes, to give the neighborhood kids real toys like the ones they tell him about when they go to the market with their families.

Ruggie cried in his grandmother's arms that night, feeling as though he was abandoning those he loved more than anything. He wasn't given much as a child, so he cherished and protected those who he held dear as though they were worth all the gold in the royal treasury. He promised to send money back, begged his grandmother to tell him if anything was wrong or if they needed something. She sighed and asked him to rest, for he had a busy day the next day.

He climbed into the carriage, looking over his shoulder at the neighborhood kids and his grandmother as they cheered him on and waved as the door closed behind the misty-eyed beastman.

He was sorted into Savanaclaw, a dorm ruled by none other than the prince of the Afterglow Savana. After a bit of haggling, he was able to get his first job at Night Raven College.

Next, he was able to snag a job working with the shopkeep on campus.

He kept an eye on the boy who had challenged the Octavinelle dorm leader and won, hearing about his plans to open a restaurant on campus.

Ruggie was not prepared for the time and attention to be put towards homework and projects. This was his first time in an actual school, and he already felt as though he was falling behind everyone else.

Everyone else who had been able to play when they were children.

Everyone else who would tell stories about the trouble they got into while in school or the projects they'd been able to do in the past.

Everyone else who had come from respectable and well-known families.

Everyone else who would come home and be greeted with a kiss from their mother and games with their father, a warm meal on their dining room table.

Ruggie felt like an outsider- a boy without a penny to his name who didn't even have a backpack, forced to carry all of his supplies (which amounted to a few borrowed textbooks, a notebook he had gotten from the shopkeep, and a few pencils he had found abandoned on the ground on his first day).

He had gotten used to being the outsider- the one lump of coal amongst the crowd of jewels he was constantly surrounded by. He had worked and worked, and worked and ran until his legs shook beneath him and he could barely find the energy to get back to his dorm room at night, oftentimes falling asleep in Savanaclaw's common room, curled around his supplies in fear of someone stealing them while his guard was down.

He would still steal, seeing as many of the wealthy students at NRC wouldn't even notice if they were missing a two-thousand madol bracelet or a five-thousand madol watch.

He was caught once by the now-dorm leader and vice from Scarabia. The dorm leader's smile when he reassured him that he could have asked if he wanted the necklace so badly and that he wasn't going to press charges nearly made Ruggie sigh and hand it over as he had before.

He couldn't say the same for the vice.

When Ruggie returned to the dorm and sold off the necklace, his heart got caught in his throat when the buyer asked if he had been given the necklace from the Al-Asim heir. He decided to be more careful from then on, realizing just how much he could have lost from that one little necklace.

He wrote home as often as possible, trying to take as many pictures as he can and sending them back to prove to his grandmother that she shouldn't be worried about him, that he was safe and happy where he was. He would also send every penny that he had earned back, feeling the anxiety in his stomach quell when his grandmother told him how much he was helping, how happy everyone was, even if they all missed him dearly. When he could call back home, which often happened once a week or every two weeks, he would feel his exhaustion ebb when he heard the kids argue over the phone, each of them wanting to ask him about school and his classmates.

The next year, he wasn't expecting to see a human stumble out of the coffin, causing chaos along with a talking monster. He saw how their lip quivered when they looked over the audience of NRC students, how their voice trembled when they told the headmaster what was happening. His initial thought was that they were easy prey, already trying to scan over their clothing to see if there was anything valuable.

Ruggie's resolve was only solidified when they stepped on Leona's tail, feeling a stab of pity for the human as they tried to wrangle the firey monster back from arguing with the lion.

He didn't see them for the next month, only hearing of their hijinks from other students.

Ruggie had stolen from them twice, and tried to ignore their confused and saddened expression while he ran away from them and their friends.

Until the day of the Magshift tournament.

The day had been a blur to him- he'd taken the potion and felt his magic surge through his veins stronger than it ever had, his blood feeling as though it were boiling water being pumped through his veins faster than he could have ever imagined. He trembled as he watched the crowd head towards the Diasomnia team, falling to his knees and gasping for air as he weakly stumbled back to the arena, watching in terror as Leona's words floated through his ears, holding no meaning at all once he felt his throat go raw.

Ruggie tried to stand when he felt his entire body go stiff, the burn of his skin turning to sand unbearable as he pleaded for the beastman to stop, screaming through his tears that turned to sand once they left his eyes and clawing at his throat with skin that chipped and flaked off with every small movement. He saw the crimson droplets bleed through his uniform and drip onto the ground, gasping for air that wouldn't reach his lungs as he sniffled and sobbed, trying to scramble away in a panic as his mind raced.

If he died here, what would become of everyone at home?

It wasn't until he felt warm hands on his shoulders pulling him away from the sandstorm that scratched at his skin, and then a shield from his face as the light blinding his bloodshot eyes dimmed for just a moment. He peeked a stormy gray eye open to meet their own concerned ones. He saw their lips moving as they peeked out of their small blazer fort, then moving their gaze back down to him. He couldn't hear what they were saying over the ringing in his ears as his head throbbed and his vision spun, feeling his eyes roll back as his vision went black for a split second, waking to their hand lightly smacking his face as they begged for him to stay awake.

He smiled sadly when he realized that this weak human thought they could protect him, and at their efforts to do just that. He felt something spring to life under the near-blinding pain throbbing beneath his skin before his head fell back and he lost consciousness.

Ruggie remembers that day sadly, now idly tracing over the long, crack-like scars that coated his skin. He often feels as though he could still taste the staleness of the sand in his throat, now opting to carry a water bottle with him most days just to push back that feeling.

He kept running, no matter how much pain he was in or how his limits had been set back by the injuries. He ignored the prefect's concern at that time, running and running until his heels were sore and he felt as though the scars were throbbing from the effort.

He ran as he always had- blistered heels and worn shoes thudding against the ground.

His third year was different.

He still ran, but the darkness was no longer hot on his heels. It was sedated, slowed by the presence of the Ramshackle prefect.

His feet still throbbed, but they still managed to support him until he could make it to his room.

His exhaustion ebbed when he could finally see the prefect again, hurriedly placing his things on the floor and practically launching himself on his bed, thankful that he didn't have roommates as dorm leader. He buried his face in their stomach, scrawny arms wrapped around their midsection as he heard their soft giggle, their soft hands running through his hair and pushing it away from his face.

His heart swelled when he pulled back, opting to rest his arms around their midsection and lay down with them, still wearing his stuffy uniform as his eyes met theirs.

Ruggie saw nothing but pure adoration laced in their features as they held his scarred face softly, running their fingers over each and every little detail, thumbs tapping along the freckles that danced along the bridge of his nose and spread out throughout his entire face. He smiled softly, willing the thankful tears that welled in his eyes to not fall as the prefect gently hushed him with a tender kiss on the forehead.

He swore they would be the death of him someday, and he was sure that he would wholeheartedly accept his fate if that were how his thread of life was cut short. He held them close, trying to soak in every ounce of warmth they held in their body, praying to the stars that this was real. He pressed his ear to their chest, listening to their even heartbeat as he felt the slow rise and fall of their breaths. He tried to absorb each small shift beneath their clothes as they tried to get comfortable with the hyena laying atop them, tried to memorize the way their fingers danced through his dry strands of hair and rested on his scalp, tried to internalize their comforting smell.

It was as though he were floating on a cloud, the more he took and took and took. Ruggie knew he was being greedy. He knew that he would be doomed if any of his underclassmen saw him in such a state- desperate for his lover's touch and melting under their affection.

Ruggie knew this was not the end. At the tender age of 18- not quite a child, with all the experience but not yet fit to be an adult- he still had a long, hard run ahead of him.��He would still struggle, the darkness and shadows of the slums always attached to him, creeping into the corners of his mind as he lies awake at night.

But now he knew that he didn't have to run alone- and for the first time he thought that, perhaps, he never had to run alone in the first place.

He knew that the darkness would subside.

Ruggie knew that its hold on him would slip more and more the older and stronger he gets. And now, Ruggie thought with a small smile on his tanned and freckled face, he knew the Prefect would pick him back up when the soles of his feet ached and he stumbled over his own weary legs as they threatened to give out, they would run with him, they would do everything in their power to help him get away.

When they were around, Ruggie felt as though he was taking his first breath of air in years.

He didn't have to pretend.

He didn't have to smile.

He didn't have to put on a brave face, no longer did he have to build that barrier between himself and the rest of the world.

It had been painstaking, and often became more complicated than necessary, but the prefect was able to tear that wall down just enough for them to slip in. He was annoyed at the human at first.

No, he thinks to himself. Not annoyed... scared.

He was scared that they would see the shadows under his eyes, the hopelessness in his face when he was forced to think about what would happen in the next week, about how he would have to learn to survive in the next few years. Ruggie didn't want anyone to see the nights when he would bite at his pillow when pained tears would stream down his face, feeling absolutely powerless against the pull of the slums as they took away yet one more person he held dear- mind racing with possibilities and wonders on who could be next. Would it be his grandmother? Or another one of the neighborhood kids? Would it be the nice man who he would often cook with? Or the woman who would hand-sew everyone's clothes? The uncertainty tore him apart until he often had to run as far from the dorm as possible and scream into the night, his howls echoing throughout the night shy as he clawed at his chest at the overwhelming feeling of dread as his mind continued to spin.

Since he was a child, he would have to slip away as his vision would spin and nausea would bubble in his throat from the thoughts alone as he would gasp for air, collapsing onto the ground and scurrying off to a dark corner to battle this invisible monster alone, writhing and whining and pleading silently for someone to save him before it killed him.

Panic attacks, the prefect would tell him after witnessing it firsthand, holding him close and waiting patiently for his body to stop trembling as he gripped onto their shirt so tightly his claws embedded themselves in their skin, leaving little red dots in their wake. He was having panic attacks.

In front of the prefect, he felt as though he was safe enough to do just that. He was allowed to be scared, allowed to be insecure and allowed to worry for everyone at home openly. He wasn't pressured to put on a brave face, to joke around and hide his fear for the days to come.

Words could not describe how much his heart swelled when they looked in his direction, how his gaze would soften as he watched them perform menial tasks absentmindedly, tapping their feet to their phone speaker as he leaned over the counter, smiling softly to himself.

Every little lunch they pack him and every small note doodled on napkins and corners ripped off of homework assignments makes him fall even more in love with them.

Every peck on the cheek and every time their hand brushed his only solidified the fantasy in his mind- the fantasy that he hoped day in and day out to one day make a reality.

The fantasy of marrying them one day. To see them in his homeland's traditional wedding attire, to dance with them among the fireflies and to help them move into his small childhood home. To live with them and his grandmother, getting to spend every morning and every night laying beside them and staring at their features.

Every day by their side.

Ruggie shifts up a bit to see their now sleeping face, resting his head against his pillow- rough fabric chilled from the cold air of the savanna at night. He gently held their face and pressed a soft kiss to their lips, holding them close when they snuggle into him unconsciously.

"Thank you," He murmurs against their lips, allowing his own eyes to slip closed.

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mioified · 1 year

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Your account theme is so cute❤️❤️❤️

Thank you! 🌷^^

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mioified · 1 year

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stop entertaining the “MC IS SECRETLY A GIRL!!!!” troupe it’s fucking transphobic lmfao, but yall ain’t ready to have that conversation!

Hii sorry just saw this now, first of all i'd like to apologize to anyone who got offended by my fic, It truly wasn't my intention and I take full responsibility for my actions. I'll make sure to archive the post soon. Second, I was wondering if anyone could explain how this trope is transphobic? /gen, I'm a little uneducated on this so any kind of explanation so I don't repeat this mistake will be veryveryvery appreciated!^^;

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x y/n

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mioified · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request a movie night with Cater, maybe sappy 2000s movies or even horror movies (your pick!)

It's not much, but I like the idea of it ^^'

🌀 FRIGHT-NIGHT!

SHORT HC's of watching horror movies with: Cater, Floyd and Jade!

CW: none! enjoy!

thanks for requesting!!! Hope you don't mind i threw in the tweels in there ^_^' Chose the horror movies since halloween wasnt TOO... long ago....(it was very long ago;;) on another note sorry for being sosososos inactive for like suchhh a long time ermmm.. also threw in the tweels for fun!!! enjoy!!

ꨄ CATER D.

Would be scrolling through magicam and sees a video of horror movie recommendations.. he immediately sends the video to you, texting you something like:

" We gotta watch ALL of these... NOW!!! im on my way to ramshackle xoxo! <3 "

he'd bring some of the sweets trey baked + some blankets for the both of you... build a blanket fort or two!

once you guys get all set up for the movie, Cater would act all scared as an excuse to snuggle up next to you.. ^_^;;

" O-M-G.! Prefect...! I'm seriously trembling in fear.. Hold me! I'm sooo scared!!"

"Cater? It hasn't even started?"

He's actually not scared at all, quite unfazed, actually!! He just wants an excuse to get all snuggly with his favourite prefect!..

If you're not a fan of jumpscares or anything, Cater would cover your eyes for you when he feels one coming.. (°_°)

Would accidentally choke on a tart or something because a jumpscare popped up while he was eating it ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ poor Cater. Make sure to hand him some water....

ꨄ FLOYD L.

bought a stack of horror movies from sam's shop for the both of you.. Why? He doesn't know why he just felt like it..

well, better put his thaumarks to good use and watch all of them? (_ _).｡o○

honestly the last person you'd wanna watch horror movies with if you're easily scared... He is NOT gonna spare you're fragile heart.. run while you still can!!

Just kidding he'd never let you run. You already agreed!!

At the most dramatic or eerie parts he'd just yell "BOO!!" to scare you, laughs if you genuinely gets scared.. If you don't like it give him a good death glare and tell him to knock it off ^^;;; might work, might not.. it's a test of luck really!

"BOO!!!"

"Floyd, cut that out or I will seriously kill you!

"🙁"

You guys bicker like siblings.. Started off with you going "Look it's you Floyd!" When an ugly character appeared on the screen.. Now it's an ongoing battle on who can say "It's you!" first when an ugly character pops up.

If he actually gets startled by a scare, He WILL let out the loudest yell ever.. Make sure to cover his mouth when he does this or else you'll face the wrath of Azul!!

ꨄ JADE L.

The.. somewhat normal option to watch horror movies with!

Would rent out a horror movie to get into the spooky spirit!!! Invites you over and has popcorn and some other snacks prepared!!

Like Cater, Jade Would also feign fear..

"Ah, I'm so afraid! Even my voice is trembling."

"??? You sound normal though?"

"hehee.."

Just don't mind him and hold him .. its the best for the both of you.. ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

Would comfort you if you get easily scared! Would pat you on the back if he see's you trembling.. a little reminder that Jade's here to protect you!! ^^

So unfazed by the movie.. It's like he's immune to getting scared. It's really impressive.

He giggles softly at the scariest parts.. You ask him about it and he gives you a smile as an answer... just don't worry about it I suppose?

A/N: Sooososososos short... sorry about that!!! Will try to write longer next time^^ hope u guys still enjoyed!!

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech x reader #cater diamond x reader #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #cater x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech x yuu #cater diamond x you #jade leech x you

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mioified · 2 years

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aaaaa omg omg the fic was so good <333

HELLOOO Glad you liked ittt!! <3

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mioified · 2 years

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hello hello ! can i req a scenario with azul, riddle, and epel ? waking up/mornings with them <3

thank you very much !

🌃 Goodmornings!

Short morning up scenarios with Riddle, Azul and Epel!

warning; might be a little ooc..? ^^' I also didn't proofread this again so sorry in advance

helloo! thanks for requesting this! sorry for taking so long ^_^

ꨄ Riddle R.

You slowly awaken to an all too familiar voice calling your name. Gently fluttering your eyes open, you turned to the other side of the bed, facing the voice chanting your name—Your lover, Riddle Rosehearts.

"Y/N, You need to wake up and get dressed for class! You mustn't let your drowsiness taint your perfect attendance.."

you yawn and rub your eyes, attempting to process what he was trying to tell you.

when you realized what he said you looked at him with a face of puzzlement.

"wait.. get ready for... class?"

"Yes! Todays a friday, You may sleep in tomorrow but for now we need to get ready." Riddle gets up from the bed, trying to urge you to do the same.

You let out a small chuckle, which evolved into you full on howling out of laughter and he raised an eyebrow at you and huffed—Being late to class is no laughing matter to Riddle. He takes pride in his perfect record!

You inhale deeply trying to take a break from your bursting laughter, But you just couldn't believe it!—The Riddle Rosehearts—forgot it was a Saturday! You swore you could feel tears forming out of your eyes, This was too much!

Your lovers patience was running thin, what could be so funny at the moment that it was worth risking being late to class?! He huffed and crossed his arms, giving you a mean glare. "I demand you tell me what's so humorous right now, Y/N..." He looks at the clock, checking to see how much more time you both have left before you have to leave.

Your loud laughter had gradually turned into soft giggling, Calming yourself down, you tilted your head at Riddle with the sweetest smile as if you weren't just laughing at him.

"Riddle, Are you sure you read the date right today?"

"..wha..." His eyes shot open, He couldn't have possibly read the date on the calendar wrong? could he? He closes his eyes and starts to try and recall back to when he woke up. With his blurry vision and head filled with worries about his classes for the day, maybe, just maybe, he might've read the date wrong when he took a quick, lazy glance at the calendar on the bedside table...

Riddle opens his eyes as he shoots a look at the calendar, this time with his vision and head clearer.

..Saturday. You were right. Riddle let's out a sigh of relief. On one hand his attendance wasn't ruined! but on the other, he felt ashamed for not carefully looking at the date earlier, Now he's woken you up for no good reason. When you were sleeping so peacefully too!

He gently flops down onto the bed, putting his face into the pillow. if Riddle was being honest, He too, was extremely sleepy this morning, he was just sucking it up. If he doesn't put up an example for the other students, who would?

"I'm sorry, Y/N.." he sighs and looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes. "I shouldn't have woken you up this early."

You put a hand onto his head, gently combing his cherry-red hair with your fingers.

"It's alright, Riddle. Don't sweat it." you assuringly told riddle.

"Really..? Is there anything i can do to make it up to you though?"

You removed your hand off of Riddle's head and put it to your chin. You closed your eyes, pretending to be lost in thought, Although you already knew what you wanted.

"How about.. sleeping in some more with me?" you give him a sheepish smile and moved a little closer to him on the bed. You lifted up your blanket, inviting him in.

He sighs and accepts your offer, sliding under the blanket next to you. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around you. "Well.. I suppose if thats what you want."

ꨄ Azul A.

you fluttered your eyes open, looking around to see everything in its respective place as it was last night. The pearly white walls along with the large painting hung onto it, The elegant vanity mirror right above the table, The cute little seashells that admitted light right above your head—All of it in the same place as it was last night, except for one thing, Something that was right next to you last night before you went into dream land,— Azul.

When you quickly realized that you had woken up without him by your side, you immediately sat up and scanned the room, looking for any traces of him. Just as you were about to give up and stand up to go look for the silver haired boy yourself, the door creaks open. You see Azul pop his head through the door before opening it fully, Revealing him standing there with a tray of various food along with a cup of your favourite drink.

"Ah, You're awake. Good-morning. I do hope you slept well.." He walks over to the side of the bed you were sat on and places the tray onto the soft mattress.

"Oh.. Azul! You didn't have to.."

"Mornings aren't very busy in the Mostro Lounge, So I thought it'd nice if i brought you some breakfast in bed." Azul looks to the opposite direction of you, Trying to hide the redness in his cheeks. "Well, You should eat it quick, our dishes are best served fresh after all."

You give him a shrug then proceed to grab a fruit kabob from the tray, Who knew Mostro Lounge made food this cute? you pushed away the thought as you bite into the heart-shaped apple slice placed at the top of the kabob, letting out a hum of delight.

"Are the kabobs to your liking? If you favour other things feel free to tell me."

You shake your head no, taking another bite out of the kabob. While chewing on the fruit, you get an idea that's sure to make your morning a little more.. lively. You finish eating the fruit in your mouth before you look Azul in the eyes, a mischievous grin forming onto your face. A flash of worry grazed Azul's face, he never liked it when you tease him, He gets too red for his liking.

You suddenly bring the fruit kabob forward, waving the tip of the stick infront his lips. He raises an eyebrow at you, Unsure of what exactly he should do in this situation.

"Why don't you tell me if they're to your liking, Azul?" You let out an airy giggle as you watch his face get as red as the strawberries on the kabob you were holding when he realized what you wanted him to do.

"Why would i do that!? It's for you! I can't just eat something thats for you!.. Stop waving that stick in front of me, You're gonna poke me with itttt!" Azul let's out multiple whines and grabs your wrists, You continue to keep the kabob infront of his mouth, Pushing him to eat a fruit or two off of it.

"Come on 'Zulzul.... It's just a lil' fruit.."

He blushes at the nickname and loosens his grip. Feeling too embarrassed, he finally gives in to your wishes

"Alright! Alright.. just.. just give me a second..!!" he lets out a sigh of relief as you remove the stick close to his face, letting him catch his breath from all the complaining he was doing. He pushes up his glasses and you can see the faint tint of pink spread on his cheeks.

"Okay, I'm ready." He says with a monotone voice while opening his mouth; You internally laugh at his seriousness at the situation. Not wanting to worsen his flustered state you get straight to the point and bring the fruit kabob to his lips, without any complaints this time. He bites down onto the kabob, sliding the top fruit off and chewing it in his mouth, Carefully judging it's taste.

"Well? Do you like it?" You look at him with sparkles in your eyes, awaiting for his answer.

He puts a hand to his chin and closes his eyes for a moment, thinking about his answer.

"it's sweet.." he opens his eyes to look at you and gives his best attempt at a "cool" grin, but you can see the anxiousness and uncertainty in his crooked, cute smile.

"Although, it's not as sweet as you!.." He winks at you.

"you're so corny.."

"I deserved that.."

ꨄ Epel F.

"Y/N.. hey.. Y/N..! wake up!"

...

"Y/N!!!"

Your eyes shot open at the sound of Epel waking you up. You stretch out your arms and shake yourself awake. He's standing beside the bed with his arms crossed, clearly frustrated from his attempts of waking you up.

"Geez!.. Yer' s' hard ta' wake up! Vil would never let ya' get away with stayin' in....." Epel stops himself mid-sentence, like he had realized something important. Uncrossing his arms, He clears his throat and tries again, this time much more soft spoken and sweeter.

"Vil doesn't appreciate us staying in bed for too long so, Let's get started for the day together?" He lends out an arm to you, offering a hand to pull you out of bed.

"You know, You don't have to be so worried about using your accent around me.. I can understand you clearly."

He sighs and shakes his head. "It ain't that simple f'me... Ya' never know when Vil could be around. Ah' jus' wanna be careful." He stretches his arm out more for you to grab.

"your always so uptight about Vil.. Let loose a little!" You finally grab his hand, but instead of him pulling you up, you pull him down, making him fall into the bed right on top of you.

"H-Hey! whaddya think yer doin?! if we ain't up'n ready in 5 minutes Vil ain't gonna be too- Ack!" You stop Epel's whining by 'softly' hitting his head with the pillow you were next to. His eyes widen, taking a couple of seconds to comprehend what just happened, before he gives you a smirk—"If thats how you wanna play.. That's how we'll play!"

He rolls off of you and grabs a different pillow, fluffing it in his hands.—Oh, it was on.

Epel throws the pillow and hits you straight in the face, thank sevens it was a soft pillow, if it was anything else you'd think you might've broken something. You grab the pillow he threw at you and swing it at him, hitting him in the chest. He gets a hold on the pillow you were hitting him with, stopping your attacks.

"Heyy!! Let go! thats not fair!" You tug on the pillow, trying to pull it away from Epel. He laughs while trying to do the same

"Nuh-uh! Tis' is totally fair!"

Epel tugs a little harder on the pillow at the same time you do—you then hear a rripppp, and see the stuffings of the pillow fall out.

You look at the ripped pillow, then to Epel. His eyes were widened and his mouth was agape, He was in the same shocked state as you. You look back at the ripped pillow, then to wide-eyed Epel, then to the pillow again.

"Erm.." You scratch your head, wondering what to do, Till you hear Epel giggling a little.

You look at him with a puzzled look and his giggling grows louder. "Vil's gonna be so mad wahaha!"

You start giggling with Epel, You guys could clean up the mess later, At the moment you were just happy Epel wasn't too stressed about the situation like you thought he'd be.

The room was basically filled with laughter at that point, both of you enjoying your carefree but eventful morning with each other.

Eventually the laughing grows back down. Epel wipes a tear off his eye. "Oh well, We can clean it up later. Let's start getting ready before Vil actually gets on our case-"—Just as Epel mentions Vil, You both hear the door slam open.

You and Epel turn your head to look at the door to see Vil.—Oops.

"Yeah, you both should be ready because I'm already about to get on your case." He stands in the doorway with a scowl on his face, Clearly annoyed.

What a tiring morning it turned it to.

my ruggie plush came in this week ^^ hes so cute guys hgegghghrhhh

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #epel felmier #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #epel x reader #azul x reader #riddle x y/n #epel x you #azul x you #riddle x you #twisted wonderland x reader

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milky way!!!!!

I want to participate in no Simp September!!!!!

So I request it with my beloved jamil<33333

Clumsy - Jamil

"Sprinkle in the bits of cherry bark. Stir slowly, clockwise" he told you

"Like this?" A potionology exam was coming up, and you were having trouble studying. You were already on Professor Crewel's list of miscreants, and didn't need your reputation to decrease further.

"You're stirring it too fast. The bark will dissolve before it can mix properly, causing the potion to have two different colors."

You looked at Jamil confused. He was trying his best to help you, but none of it made sense. What was the difference if it was split into two colors? It still worked the same, right?

It was his idea anyway, taking you to the lab to understand practically, rather than just memorizing the recipe. By practicing making it, you would memorize the steps along the way, making it easier for you to do it over and get it right.

Jamil sighed and shook his head. He moved from the opposite side of the worktable to behind you. He ghosted your hand over with his, leading your movements. "Like this. Slowly. Don't move so close to the cauldron, you'll burn yourself."

He snaked his other arm around you, protecting you from the heat. You were still reasonably close enough to stir the huge pot, but had taken a few steps backwards to Jamil. You took a glance back at him, who was pressed against you.

"Thanks."

"I don't want you to hurt yourself. Clumsy that you are."

"This isn't helping me focus,"

"Maybe look at what you're doing instead of me.' Once you turned your head to the potion, he placed a kiss behind your ear. And then the crook of your neck. "Focusing now?"

@yakoko

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🛁 After Shower Activities!

Kalim Al-Asim & Jamil Viper x Reader

Headcanons of them taking care(?) of you after your shower!

a/n: Need someone to blowdry my hair and care for me after i shower So bad RAHH😓 this is not proof read btw..

ಣ KALIM A.

★ Once you step out of the shower the first thing you'll see is.. Kalim! who was waiting very patiently for you to finish showering.. Not to be creepy or anything! He just really wants to be with you at every second!!

★ Once your out though he'd immediately ask for cuddles! And, you'd love to, really, But cuddling someone with wet hair wouldn't be the most comfortable thing now, would it? plus you'd get the bed all wet!

"Kalim.. I'd love to, but I'll need to dry my hair first."

":("

★ He pouts a little after you decline his offer, He just wants to spend time with you!!.. And then his head comes up with a brilliant idea!

★ Why doesn't he dry your hair for you?! It's a win-win for you both! He gets to finally gets to spend his long awaited time with you and you get your hair dried!

★ of course, you accept his offer, He gets out your blow-dryer and gets to work! d(^_^o)

★ Kalim isn't too experienced with a blowdryer.. He'd always leave it to air-dry or just have Jamil do it, But he's willing to do anything just for you!

★ He'll leave the blow-dryer on some parts of your scalp for too long, causing you to yelp out a little because of the uncomfortable heat, And he'd immediately panic while profusely apologizing,

★ He's probably rushing this whole process just so he can get his cuddling time with you... So you'll have to point out some of the wet places on your hair to him, If you don't you'll just be going into the bed with a head full of half wet hair, Which isn't any better than going into bed with a head full of wet hair..

★ He's trying, really! After a couple of minutes he sort of gets the hang of it. If you look at him you can see his cute focused face, doing his best to not burn you or do anything stupid

★ asks you about your day and other little things while drying your hair! He's mostly just listening though, If he let's himself get distracted you're bound to get another small burn from the dryer...

★ After he's finished and you're confident theres no wet places on your head, He'll want a reward for his efforts!! Be sure to give him a little kiss! ٩(^‿^)۶

"Okay.. Now we can cuddle!"

"YAYY!"

ಣ JAMIL V.

☆ would be the opposite of Kalim and would wait for you to invite him in after your shower, Unless you specifically told him to stay.

☆ would immediately ask if you want him to dry your hair or anything similar, He's already used to dealing with Kalim after his showers, so he really doesn't mind if he has to care for you.

"are you sure? you really don't have to-"

"I'm sure. Now, take a seat."

☆ Would give your head a sweet and short massage before pulling out your blowdryer,

☆ 10/10 experience! Jamil is very skilled at things like this after having to take care of Kalim so often, At least now his post-shower skills can now also serve helpful to another person!

☆ His hands work fast on you. Effortlessly making your hair dry in a matter of seconds, Without any burns too!

☆ He's pretty quiet throughout this whole process but if you did try to start a conversation with him he wouldn't mind! He loves talking to you! He's just a little unsure on how start a conversation with you ..

☆ he takes out a hairbrush and starts to gently brush out your hair, getting rid of any tangles and knots.

☆ Superrrr gentleeee with you! If you let out a little whimper out of pain or anything similar, He'll stop mid-brush and ask you if your okay! He'll only start brushing again after you give him the okay sign!

☆ If you have some kind of skincare routine you do after the shower Jamil would be willing to do it for you! The days he spent caring for his face to prepare for the SDC was no joke, So you can definitely rely on him!

☆ When you guys are finished he doesn't really expect anything in return. He's been doing similar things for Kalim with nothing in return for years anyway. Although, Jamil would appreciate a little thank you or a kiss..!

"Thank youuu Jamillll!! you're the best!!"

"....Mhmm.."

He's so whipped for you

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #HELLO idk how to make headcanons soz #kalim x reader #kalim headcanons #kalim al asim x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x you #jamil x you #jamil x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil headcanons

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Can I request headcanons for trey deuce and silver for the idea that their crush was asked out/asked to meet someone recently only for them on their(the boys) errands (to distract themselves from their crush possibly being on a date with some guy) to overhear that said person doesn't like them but it's a prank to stand them up or dump water on them?

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! I think I forgot the errands detail but I still got what you wanted tho. This felt like one of those teen drama moments and I ab-so-lu-te-ly loved doing Trey’s part (you will know why). Deuce and Silver got their way to shine too! Love my precious boys <3 Hope you like it! Thanks for the request <3 |

Trey Clover, Deuce Spade, Silver x gender neutral reader / headcanons / fluff, action and lot of soap opera fight style / ft. unnamed jerk npc students / crush to something more… / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist

To the Rescue

From the beginning, when you told Trey that a Diasomnia student asked you out earlier that day, he had a strange feeling. Trey never considered himself a very jealous guy and even if he was, he had no way of stopping you. He wasn’t your boyfriend — a somewhat sad realization to assert;

Not that you were too excited about it yourself. You would go on this date just out of politeness and because it would be an opportunity to meet the village’s newest restaurant. Trey knew you and knew that you would try not to make things difficult for the student who was trying to approach you. You would manage to end everything on a slightly good note;

Still, Trey felt something burn in his throat every time this date was mentioned, as if he had swallowed a bunch of mustard. Talking about this with Cater, the friend teased him by saying that this feeling should probably be jealousy. But Cater added that if Trey was so concerned about your situation, he should confess his feelings right away;

To put it mildly, Trey didn't know how to do it. He didn't think you considered him someone more important than a friend and didn't want things to get awkward between you. But what if Cater was right? Would it really be madness to think you feel the same way? Trey didn't know. Love can be more complicated than a recipe with twenty ingredients and four rest times of the dough;

One day as Trey was walking down the hall after putting away his science club coat, he heard some laughter and a group of Diasomnia students together at a solitary spot in a single hallway. Trey stopped behind the wall when he heard your name being mentioned and even though it wasn't his nature, he tried to eavesdrop on the group's conversation;

From what Trey could pick up, the guy who asked you out wasn’t interested in you and this situation was a setup to play with you. They were jealous that Malleus visited Ramshackle to observe the gargoyles and found your mere good fellowship an insult. So the plan was to stand you up on the date and when you show up for a explanation, they would try to humiliate you even more;

A grain of mustard may be tiny but bitter enough to drive someone crazy. That's what Trey felt in his heart. A feeling of anger and revolt that started so small and was making him smoke through his head. But, taking a deep breath, he controlled himself and just smiled. Even if he wanted to punch those guys, he would actually do something... sweeter;

The next day, the group sat next by the Main Street and the student looked at the clock that marked one hour after the time he set with you at the meeting. His friends laughed but the laughter eventually died down when they saw you approach them with Trey by your side — a smile on both of your faces;

“I think something went wrong and you didn't show up at the diner. That’s sad but don’t worry!,” you gestured to Trey who had a package in his hands. “I got you a lemon meringue as dessert.” When Trey’s eyebrows arched and his smile widened, the students felt shivers. The vice of Heartslabyul threw the meringue neatly in the face of the guy who asked you out, splashing the delicious white cream on the others;

“Malleus will be very happy to find out what you were up to. Have a nice day,” Trey smiled politely and raised an invisible hat to them, walking out from there with you. You felt revenged and thanked Trey for alerting you about the prank, suddenly hugging him with all the strength you had;

This ended up taking him by surprise but Trey hugged you back and when you walked away, he kissed your forehead. You touched the spot he kissed, your spirits blooming like a beautiful red rose. And because Trey was more of a surprise box than people realized, he said he had just one more important thing he wanted to talk to you about. But this could be discussed on a date in that restaurant you wanted to see.

You were kind of down when Deuce talked to you after class. Apparently, an Octavinelle student asked you out and even though you accepted without thinking, you didn't seem too eager for it. You didn't tell Deuce the reason why but he didn't need much to know that you got into some trouble without meaning to;

One thing he understands perfectly. Deuce kept thinking about it throughout the day, partly racking up the feeling of helplessness he felt for not being able to help you get rid of a simple date and another part trying to understand what made that Octavinelle student invite you in the first place. You didn't have many acquaintances there besides Azul and the tweels;

Talking about it with Jack only made Deuce feel even more apprehensive about the whole thing. Jack wasn't one to judge others, but he wouldn't trust a flock of sheep in the hands of anyone in that dorm. Since they were your friends, they promised each other that they would keep an eye on the situation just in case;

The next day — a few hours before the date — Deuce was on his way back to the classroom because he had left his wallet in his backpack and only noticed when he arrived at the cafeteria. In this, he ended up overhearing a conversation between an Octavinelle’s group and they were laughing as they commented on how their friend was just a short time away from going out with the Ramshackle’s Prefect and would serve you the most spicy and terrible dish anyone could eat. The scandal you would make would be epic;

Their motive was not one of the best. They had been attacked by Azul during his berserk lapse before his overblot and they felt that if you hadn't stepped in to begin with, nothing stressful at that level would have happened. They didn't personally cared that Azul had put a third of the entire school’s students as forced laborers into the Mostro Lounge;

Deuce couldn't believe what he was hearing. After all the work you had and the hardships you went through to help them — he always felt guilty for letting you down that time — there were still people who didn't accept your good deeds! Deuce was disgusted. For the situation, for their plan, for the petty reasons and because the person he loved the most was involved in it;

Deuce gave the classroom door a good punch and ran out of there with the fury of a thousand card soldiers. Octavinelle’s students heard him and followed him to try to stop him from returning to the cafeteria. But Deuce’s anger was such that he ran like the wind through the hallways, his angry expression implying for anyone to get out of his way;

He managed to get to the cafeteria just in time to see that Octavinelle’s student next to you, marking the last details of the meeting with a sly smile. “You bastard!,” Deuce took him by the collar and stared at him steadily, his gaze sparkling. “Do you really have the courage to do this to someone who just wanted to help?!” The curses that followed it were pretty heavy;

You tried to hold Deuce’s arm and ask what was going on, to which he basically repeated the words of the boy’s friends out loud — these ones who tried to get out of there but the Leech twins blocked the door and exchanged sadistic smiles. Luckily, they managed to break up the fight before anything serious happened. The Octavinelle’s student swored at Deuce and you slapped him;

“Don't you dare talk about him like that, asshole! I'd rather go out with Deuce a thousand times because he's a decent guy!,” you confessed, too agitated by the situation and the insult the boy made to your crush to feel any shame about what you said. Deuce was shocked by that. He wasn't paying attention to anything else, not even Azul who stepped up after that;

You noticed Deuce’s intense gaze on you and gave him a faint smile, your feelings calming and the realization that you said more than you should. But to your surprise, Deuce managed to muster up enough courage to ask you out another day and you could spend that time together. Maybe something good will come out of it, don’t you think?

Silver was awake when he saw a Savanaclaw student ask you out on a date. It was a strange situation and even though Silver was still a little drowsy, he could tell that you were kind of led to accept that request — the student achieved this feat with a lot of calm and meticulously chosen words of self-deprecation;

You were going on that date for the sake of pity and that didn't make you feel good. Silver touched your shoulder but said nothing. He admired your kindness in accepting to go through this situation, yet he felt strange. Silver’s heart was heavy, sad and full of doubts. For the first time, he wondered why you would be next to him at that moment then. He wasn’t actually more interesting than that other guy…;

Since Silver seemed quieter than usual throughout the day, Kalim talked to him after class. In this, he ended up revealing his confused thoughts about you. Silver knew that you were very different from others in his eyes, but he couldn’t prick his finger on exactly what. To his own surprise, Kalim was able to identify the cause of all this: good old love, like in the fairy tales;

Silver thought much about this conclusion. That explained a lot. The reason why his heart would become so happy when you were around and heavy when you looked sad. He wanted to protect you, he wanted to see your smile light up his life. It was as if Silver had been asleep for all this time until you awakened him with your presence;

Silver still wasn't sure about confessing to you yet. He didn't want to be rude or selfish and get in the way of your date. The next day, he was inside a toilet cubicle when he heard the noise of water being poured in abundance and some laughter echoed through the place. Silver looked through the crack in the cubicle and identified some Savanaclaw students;

They commented among themselves about how their friend managed to set a trap and you fell like a duckling. The date that had been planned at the cafeteria would culminate in them dumping a bucket of water at you and getting revenge because you got in the way of Leona’s plans to win the magift intra-championship. As soon as the gang left the bathroom, Silver left too and took a shortcut to the cafeteria;

Silver knew his word alone wouldn't be enough to prove their frame, but if he could protect you from any attack, he’d fight anything in his way — a wall of thorns, a dragon, an entire jungle, anything for your safety. Silver arrived in time to catch up with the group before they got at you first;

Silver shouted your name and with a spell, pinned the Savanaclaw boys in the middle of the tables with the bucket in hand. Lilia was proud of his son’s improvement in spells. “It's a trap,” Silver warned you and turned to the boy sitting across from you. “I would never fool someone I love like that! I absolutely cannot forgive you!”;

It was the first time you had seen Silver’s eyes, normally a calm blue-lilac hue, become so firm and angry, almost losing its color. You stood up next to Silver, your beloved knight who arrived just in time to rescue you. The Savanaclaw student tried to punch Silver but he stopped the blow with extreme ease;

“Silver, never mind. A second cavalry arrived,” you pointed behind the other boy where Leona was with an expression of tremendous sour humor — first, they interrupted his lunch, then more problems accumulated. As the conclusion of this situation unfolded far away, Silver and you walked out towards the courtyard where everything was quieter;

Silver’s words about you being someone he loved still echoed in your mind. You stopped him and asked about it. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky for a moment, recovering from the whirlwind of emotions he had to face in the last few minutes. But when Silver turned his gaze to you, giving a slight smile with an answer, you were also ready to give yours.

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