hello :) may i request scenarios of a reader who is the prefect of ramshackle, so from another world, who immediately starts excelling in their classes-
catch is, they seem to never be studying and they’re very laid back, but they still get top grades (higher or even as high as riddle/azul)
with riddle, azul, deuce and whoever else seems very,,, academically competitive
i’m such a sucker for the academic rivals trope, especially when one of them is trying so hard while the other seems to not try at all
thank you :) i love your works <33
AHH ACADEMIC RIVALS!! YES!
Writing these reminds me of all the studies I can do on these characters,, maybe when I have some time I'll sit down and write out fully fledged one shots about them,,,,,
and TYSM!!! Thank you for reading!!! :)))) <<3333
Slight TW: Hints of abuse and bullying (not fully described, but hinted at)
-I don't think he would mind too much
-You're oddly smart for being from another world, and you don't need to spend time studying? Goof for you
-That means he doesn't have to spend countless hours tutoring ADeuce, right?
-He's actually quite thankful that you're around to keep those in his dorm up to the standards he holds
-He is a little jealous that you don't have to spend hours hunched over a desk studying, but he tries to brush it off to the best of his ability
-That is, until you surpass him in exams
-He's not so low as to try to sabotage you, but he cant deny the envy that runs through his veins
-How? You were from another world. If anything, you should have the disadvantage. He goes back to his dorm, vanishing into his room to study more to make sure that he gets above you next time
-He finds himself making excuses as to why you were so smart. Perhaps your world was similar? Maybe you were getting extra notes or amended lessons due to your circumstances? Perhaps you had some sort of magic or trick that allowed you to see the answers for the tests?!
-He can't get you out of his head
-Eventually he tries to bring it up casually, the bite in his tone enough of an indication what was happening. Of course, you tease him and explain that you never needed to study
-As someone who spent most of his life studying, he's baffled. He was intelligent, sure, but he was trained to be and you... weren't
-Eventually he can't stop thinking about you and your words. At some point or another, he finds himself looking forward to seeing your name so high up, the jealousy slowly dissipating. When they switch places, his name on top, yours on top the next, his, yours, his, yours.
-He found himself staring at the two names, accidentally reading off your first name paired with his
-His face flushes and he scurries away from the board, away from Trey calling out for him, confused as to why his Dorm Leader had run off despite getting the highest score.
-He was inexperienced, but he was not naïve. He knew what feelings he had developed for you.
-And he was sweating, losing his mind. This was not supposed to happen at all.
The redheaded boy practically collapses next to you on the couch in Heartslabyul's common room, despite trying to make it appear dignified. You chuckle, putting your phone down as he sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
"Tough day?" You question him, sitting back as he unclips the crown from his hair and holds it in his lap, running his gloved thumbs over the sleek surface.
"Absolutely. Can you control those two for once?" Laughing, you go to fix the piece of hair that had been displaced from the crown, making Riddle stiffen. You notice and pull your hands back, as if burned.
"I-I'm sorry," You mumble. "Touching, right...Right."
Riddle frowns, swallowing the embarrassed lump that formed in his throat. He longed to feel your warmth, to feel your soft touches holding his face in both your hands, wiping his stressed tears away with your thumbs after a long day. To curl into your chest, arms wrapped around your waist and hold you close late at night rather than sleeping alone in his cold bed. To kiss you when you two part for classes, to hold your hand at each and every Unbirthday party, to hug you close, bury his face in the crook of your neck and to never, ever let go.
You gave him a hug once.
He'd recoiled and snapped, being unused to the affection. It was stifling to him, a realization that made him cry softly into his pillow that night. You promised to not touch him again, well aware of what he'd been through.
"You can..." He mumbles, shaky hand reaching for your own, the butterflies now creeping through his entire system, making his stomach turn as if he was sick and his head all fuzzy. His face was a bright red as he inched his shaking, gloved hand forward. You nod, resting your hand on top of his own.
"Is this good?"
He nodded, despite feeling that familiar, claustrophobic feeling rise in his chest.
"We can stop," You went to take your hand away from his and he shakes his head.
"Keep it," He says much too quickly, stumbling over his words. "Please."
You nod, and Riddle knows that this little bit of overwhelming warmth is not nearly enough for now. He still longs to hold you, to have you hold him.
But for now, your hand over his was enough.
-He was so thankful to have you as a friend.
-He didn't think he was too jealous until he saw that you just... never had to study
-He was a little upset, honestly.
-I mean, spending hours upon hours trying to understand a single concept that most people learned in middle school? Countless days hunched over a desk and staring at a problem until frustrated tears spill from his eyes?
-And you can just... do it. No effort involved. No struggling at all and you're practically outranking his own Dorm Head....
-He tries not to hold it against you, but he can't fight the feeling of resentment seeing your perfect test scores, and then watching you do practically nothing before the day of the test
-Unlike the other three, I think he would actually have a talk with you about it.
-You're one of his closest friends, and he hates the feeling of annoyance that grows in his heart whenever test season rolls around
-He asks for your help, or at least for tricks to pick up the information better
-He's so earnest that you can't find it in you to tease him
-So you study. And you study for hours, at every opportunity. You want him to succeed, especially after seeing his excited reaction when he got a 90 on a potions exam
-Flash cards, listening exercises...
-Deuce felt overwhelmed by the amount of effort you put into helping him, how you would often turn down plans with other friends to help him, the amount of money you would spend on materials to help him keep up, how you wouldn't give up on him, even when he snapped a few times in frustration (and then proceeded to apologize profusely)
-Ace pointed it out. Deuce had crushes before, but none of them were so... intense. He had thought you were attractive at first, and then as you two grew closer those feelings grew as well. Seeing how far you were willing to go for him was what made him decide that he had to do something
"Prefect!" He practically shouts, running and pushing past the other students in the hallway. "I did it!"
"You did?!" You shout excitedly. He nods, a grin on is face. He holds up a slightly crinkled paper, reading '100' at the top.
He had struggled the most with history, you both knew that. He never got anything above a 70 on one of Trein's tests. You smile and laugh, pulling him in for a hug, bouncing up and down and making the boy jump too, albeit a little embarrassed to be doing so in the middle of a crowded hallway.
He can't help but wrap his arms around your shoulders, holding you close for a few moments, feeling your warmth through both of your uniforms. A warmth he'd felt many times before, and a warmth he will never get enough of. You would bump against his leg during sleepovers, play fight with him, play with his hair and style it in ways that you thought were hilarious.
He loved every second of it.
"Deuce?" He didn't realize you had stopped jumping and that he had been holding you for a moment, quickly backing away with a flushed face.
"Sorry! I got a little excited," He chuckles nervously, meeting your eyes and grinning.
"I'm so proud of you!" There it was. His face went alight as he looked away, stammering muffled 'thank you's and 'it's because you helped's. "Come on, let's celebrate! Floyd gave Ace a bunch of vouchers for Mostro because he kicked his ass at practice!"
Deuce smiles and links his arm in yours, looking down at you as you tell some story about your friend and the eel, unconsciously squeezing your arm a little tighter.
"Thank you, (Name)."
-I think he would be the most bothered by it
-He spent most of his life being told that he was dumb, and now he finally had physical proof that he was among the smartest in his school. He could wave those ranking paper in the air, pin them to his wall, do anything to them but at least they were there. At least he could see that he was not dumb
-And then you came along. And he was no longer at the top of the class.
-He was now second best in the class
-While he had no problem being second best, as least, not as much of a problem as many in the school would have, it still hurt
-Especially knowing that you did practically nothing to get where you were
-He worked his (metaphorical) mer-ass off, days of perfecting his magic and his craft, of finding any way to get ahold of the best notes to get the best scores
-And then this magicless student strolls along and gets to be in the top of the class
-He tries to find out your tricks, sending the twins after you. They come back and report that you literally do... nothing. You go to class, listen to the lectures, then go home and do something else. No notes, no reviewing, nothing.
-He was already peeved, brainstorming ways to distract you enough to bomb at least one exam
-Nothing ever worked.
-When you outsmarted him during his overblot? His self-esteem plummeted
-You felt bad and so, you offered to help him repair the dorm
-He vehemently denied, not wanting to feel as if he was your own little charity. The more you two talked, the more you helped him find out new promotions and deals for the lounge, he'd decided that you were simply kind
-He fell for you instantly
You two sit on the couch in the lounge, with Azul leaning against the side, paperwork balanced on a clipboard resting on the arm of the couch. He taps his pen to his lips a few times, eyebrows furrowed on his forehead as his lips rest against the end. He shed his coat and tie, trying to find a smidge of comfort despite not being in his pyjamas like he'd liked. The clock read 11:46 pm, and the poor boy still had a pile of paperwork to go through.
"No thanks..." He sighs, pushing his glasses up to his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing. He reaches for his glasses and curses to himself. You look over, noticing the intense smudges on the lenses, likely from his ungloved hands. You watch as he fumbles to untuck the end of his dress shirt to wipe them off and you slowly take them, wiping them down with one of the actual lens cloths you'd learned to carry around upon seeing how often he smudged them- proof of his inexperience with things on his face all the time.
You wipe them down, holding them up to the light every once in a while as Azul continues to scribble away, reaching out and sliding the paper on the desk before moving on to the next. You mumble his name, breaking the silence as he turns to you. You push his tousled hair out of his eyes, making him gulp as heat rises to his face at the tenderness and affection held in the action.
You slowly slip the glasses onto his face and the mer allowed his eyes to close for a moment as to not see how close your faces had gotten. He didn't need to see you to feel your warm breath fan across his cheeks. Your hands rest on the sides of his face for a moment and he can't find it in him to open his eyes, despite how his mind is screaming at him to just do it. That this is what he was waiting for this entire time.
You were so, so heartbreakingly gentle with him. So gentle that it made him want to melt into your arms and never leave. It was a kindness he had only received from his mother and grandmother, nobody else had ever dared to get go close to him in such a way, only pulling at his limbs despite his panicked pleas.
He opened his eyes once you pulled away, looking back down at his paperwork. You lay back on the couch, your legs over his lap as he watches you mumble what he assumes to be a 'goodnight' and closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep due to the late hour.
He smiles, resting his hand on your knee as his other continues to write, listening to your even breaths as he takes his glasses off, lightly tossing his things to the desk and leaning his head back, following you into a deep, well-needed sleep.
-He was resentful of you at first
-That could be him at the top if he didn't have to constantly limit himself. He worked hard, he studied harder, he was supposed to be the one at the top of the leaderboard
-Instead he always had to keep his test scores a little below Kalim's which put him in the lower half of the grade despite how bright he was
-That was a fact he could accept
-But learning that you were a magicless student from another world and still at the top of the class
-He was intrigued, and incredibly jealous that you were able to flaunt your abilities
-He ignored you, knowing that he shouldn't bother, that he couldn't be at the top no matter how hard he tried.
-That is, until after winter break
-He began to show how much he could do, quickly rising to the top alongside you. He was at the top for a moment, going head to head with you and your near perfect test scores. Despite everything he had done, he believed that that he could beat you once and for all
-He blamed it on not having enough time to study. You were busy with Crowley, sure, but did you have to arrange parties every other night? Did you have to cook for said parties? Clean up the entire dorm afterwards? He didn't think so
-You were still kind to him despite his visible irritation with you. You would offer to help him clean up
-He would tell you that he was capable of doing it himself, but you insisted every single time. What did you have to gain? Were you trying to find more dirt to dig up on him? Were you working with Azul? He didn't trust you one bit
-You got closer during the VDC, and he found himself able to relax around you more ,to freely laugh at your jokes
-He knew he was falling for you, but was unable to admit it, fighting back these feelings
-He didn't want to drag you into a life of servitude, a life forced to be less than what you are solely because of who you serve
-You pushed, and he backed up. You pushed. He backed up more.
-It got to the point where you could no longer push, and he was against a wall
"It's not too bad this time," You say offhandedly, scrubbing away at a particular stain on one of the dishes that won't leave. Jamil hums monotonously, drying off the dishes and whisking them away to their proper places in the kitchen. It was the night after one of Scarabia's infamous parties. Most of the students were either back in their rooms or asleep in the common room, and both of you knew that you would have to go around and wake them up, sending them to their proper places so you could clean up for the next day.
The night air in the dorm was chilly. Of course, there was a spell that regulated the dorm's temperature, but it seemed as if most of the residents were okay with the extreme heat in the day being balanced with the extreme cold. You shiver, pushing your arms further into the warm water that spilled from the faucet.
You hear a snicker from beside you and you turn to pout at the boy, who shrugs.
"How does it feel to be the cold one for once?"
"Not funny," You deadpan.
"Serves you right for making fun of me in the snow."
"It was one time," You argue, handing him another cleaned plate. He smirks and pauses, dropping the plate and pulling his sweatshirt over his head, revealing his worn t-shirt underneath. You scrunch your nose and he frowns.
"You wear something under your hoodie?" He flushes and shoves the fabric into your arms.
"That's dumb," He puts away the plate, holding out his hand for the next dish and sighing when you're still in the same spot that you were, staring at him blankly.
"It's a normal shirt?"
"What if you get too hot?" He retorts, rolling his eyes.
"Then you roll up the sleeves!" You laugh and put on the sweatshirt, feeling the lingering warm cover your entire torso. "This is nice."
He stays silent, busying himself with the rest of the dishes. He hoped that you wouldn't notice the slight quiver of his hands or how he fought the urge to glance back at you, biting the inside of his cheeks as he put the rest of them away.
He was stronger than this. He had to hide his emotions from the very start, put on a nonchalant mask. How dare you break it so easily? He huffs, lost in his own thoughts. You smile.
"You can have it back, you know?"
"No," He says quickly, smirking and walking towards you slowly, pulling the hoodie up and over your head, trailing his warm, calloused fingers down your cheeks, you gasp as you feel him trace his hands along your jawline.
Truthfully, he was trying to hide his own expression. His determination to mess with you outweighed the butterflies in his stomach. He licked his lips, leaning in further as his hands rested on the sweatshirt, knuckles brushing the nape of your neck. You sighed and he chuckled, leaning in until your noses were nearly touching.
And he grabbed the strings.
And yanked as hard as he could, tying them together deftly and laughing as you yelped and scrambled to untie yourself.
"Damn you, Viper!"
He laughs loudly, turning on his heel to leave the room and waving (not that you could see it).
"You can figure that out," He walks out the doorway. "I still have cleaning to do."
He was going to tell you someday, yes. But he was going to make sure that he could control his heart around you first. He'll settle with playing for you for now.
Hi hi! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could write about the First Years finding out that Mc is deaf (like maybe Mc's hearing aids run out of batteries so they can't hear them anymore)
ooh im so glad you like my writing <3 enjoy!
First Years with a Deaf S/O
Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier
Content Warnings: Ace being the least helpful (to no one’s surprise), but he still cares, fluff obviously lol
A/N: I’m surprised I wrote this as fast as I did! Sorry it took a while to start, but it only took me a couple days once I did start,,, hope you enjoy!
It was just like any regular day, you were walking to class with Ace and Deuce, and you were trying to resolve yet another conflict between Ace and Grim, something about stealing food, but you couldn’t actually get many words in. Unsurprisingly, it was just the two bickering and occasionally turning to complain to you, like you could fix anything while they were still talking.
You were starting to give up, and were zoning out, and after a minute, it was so nice, like they’d miraculously gone quiet and let you have some peace.
Why would they do that?
Ah, of course. The batteries of your hearing aids died.
Almost right after you came to that realization, Ace tapped you on your shoulder, and started saying something that you couldn’t understand, obviously. He tried speaking again before registering the completely lost look on your face, then he seemed to remember that you had hearing aids and they didn’t last forever. He made a I’ll be right back sort of gesture to Deuce, and grabbed you by the arm and started walking you back to Ramshackle so you could get some new batteries.
As you rummaged around for them, he just leaned against the wall, watching you silently. But once you got your hearing aids working again, he grinned.
“Heyyy, Prefect’s back in action. You doin’ alright now? Maybe you should keep some batteries in your pocket from now on so I don’t gotta keep walkin’ you back.”
Unlike Ace, Deuce may not catch on quite as quick, but he’s definitely not gonna tease you at all because your batteries died.
You were in alchemy class, paired up with him, and you were both trying your hardest to measure the ingredients right and put them in the cauldron in the right order. Deuce was reading out instructions to you, being careful to say everything word-for-word, since you’d probably understand it better than him, and you were doing most of the measuring and pouring. But at some point, everything went quiet, and as you turned to him to ask him to keep going, you realized he was still talking.
At the same time, he looked up and was wondering why you stopped, and he tilted his head in confusion, and judging from context he was probably asking what was going on, but you tapped your ear, then shook your head. It took him a minute to understand, but eventually it clicked for him and he raised his hand to get Crewel’s attention, then left the room in quite the hurry.
After about ten minutes, he came back up to your spot, breathing heavily, and held out his hand to you. He was holding batteries for your hearing aids! How sweet.
Once you replaced them and could hear again, you thanked him, and asked him how he got ahold of some so quickly. He simply smiled at you fondly.
“Heh, don’t worry about it. Just know I’ll always have your back, okay?”
It was late in the evening. The setting of the sun flushed everything in an orange tint, its last rays shining through the windows of Ramshackle while you were sitting comfortably with Jack and the rest of the first-years, having a movie night.
Your head rested gently on his shoulder as he leaned against the couch, yet with near perfect posture. You never caught him slouching, ever, even when he was at his most relaxed.
The movie was building up to its climax, and the final showdown was about to finish, and almost all the boys were yelling and whooping and cheering at the action scenes, and you were getting pretty invested yourself, but then you stopped being able to clearly hear what was going on. You let out a soft “aw, damn it” as you got up to look for some batteries while, unfortunately, the boys would get to keep watching the movie.
But before you could even leave the couch, Jack rested his hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you down, clearly wanting you to stay in your spot as he got up instead.
Only a couple minutes later, he returned with fresh batteries for your hearing aids, and opened his hand, like he was waiting for you to give them to him. So you tentatively set them in his rather large palm, and he delicately replaced the batteries for you as fast as he could (clearly keeping the movie in mind), and handed them back so you could put them back on.
The sounds of the battle immediately flooded back in, and you couldn’t help the warm smile that spread across your features. You told him how sweet he was for getting and even replacing the batteries for you (you didn’t tell him you probably could’ve done it faster, it’s the thought that counts after all), and he averted his eyes to the ground, but he was clearly biting back a smile, and you could see his tail wagging a bit as well.
“It’s nothin’. I’m glad to be able to help ya in any way I can. I didn’t want you to miss out on the movie, anyway. If you need help with stuff, I’ll always be here for you.”
You were sitting out on the fresh grass in front of the school with Epel, watching him carefully carve another apple. It was a nice day out, you said, and you wanted to hang out with him somehow during some of your precious free time. He had mentioned a while back how he was into carving out apple designs, and you excitedly suggested that you watch him. You were quite interested to see what he could do, after all.
And after some time, more and more carved apples started to surround him, each with a beautiful, intricate, unique design, and he seemed to not mess up once with his precise cutting.
After a bit of prompting, he started to explain the steps to making one of his simpler carvings, a little swan with layered wings. You tried following along with your eyes, but you quickly realized at at some point during the tutorial you’d stopped hearing him, and you groaned out loud, quite exasperated at how often your hearing aid batteries seemed to die.
Epel looked up from his project, quizzically tilting his head until you tapped your ears and rolled your eyes. He noticed the irritation, but he had a little grin on his face as he dug around in his pocket for a few moments. He finally held up his hand proudly, like he was saying “ta-da!!” with just his body language. He was holding a pair of batteries for your hearing aids? But how would be possibly know to hold onto them today?
Once you replaced them and could hear again, you heard him chuckle and give a cheeky smile.
“Ah always keep a pair of ‘em in mah pockets, every day, just in case ya ever need ‘em and yer not anywhere close to Ramshackle. Guess today was the day, huh? Ah try to be helpful, y’know, just fer you. Glad it finally worked out an’ ah got to do somethin’ nice fer you.”
Twst As Stuff From My School:
Corrupt me Kindly
Relationship type: GNLM
The shaky hands of Deuce explored your body clearly unsure of how to progress with such sinfun touches, scared of somehow hurting you or not being able to please your most lustful desires. It was not like Deuce didn’t search over such a topic only to make you feel good, however, he would be lying if he said he was secure of the things he was doing toward you.
Kissing his warm lips that tasted just like the most delicious unholy sweet in this twisted world, you looked deep inside his blue cristaline eyes and said a very simple, yet important thing: “Deuce, I am liking it… keep going, please… Corrupt my body kindly with your love.”
And this was the final trigger to the male surrender himself completely to such a lascivious temptation that took over all his mind just like some kind of parasite. Kisses ran over your neck and chest, until the final moment that you two became one only soul with their heartbeats in a synchronized rhythm that not even the best musician in this world could replicate in a song. The thrusts he applied against your sweet spots were gentle and able to make you lose yourself in the middle of such caring touches, driving you crazy with how good somebody would so little experience could satisfy you in such a way.
With your fingers craved in the area of his back, you two finally gave your bodies and soul to the lust, reaching the climax of such night and completely melting with a thin gasp. Heavy pants took place of the room - which at this point, was completly dominated with a strong scent of sex and desire - and both of you found refuge at the arms of eachother who were filled with passion and affection. This night definitely fulfilled your deepest wishes… and you only felt glad to sell your soul for the sin.
Can I request the first year asking for GN!reader phone number and they just casually pull an old fashioned phone like this ?? Imagine Crowley never gave us an actual smartphone lmao 💀
Ah yes, a good ol’ rotary phone. Tbh, it's probably something that was just left to decay like the rest of Ramshackle but somehow survived and is in near perfect condition.
(Cursed phone mayhaps?)
Info: Yuu is reader, this is kind of crack, I am including Ortho in this purely because i think it’d be funny to see him trying to get Yuu’s number to set up Idia. That being said Orthos part is strictly platonic other than the Idia x Yuu going on
TW: Crowley Slander, Ace and Ortho not knowing what a rotary phone is. One is more stupid than the other, athor lovingly bullying the first years & Idia
Crowley, like the useless birdbrain he is, never gave Yuu anything, except the ghost camera. The only reason they have one in the first place is because Ramshackle had an old rotary phone on a pedestal in an otherwise empty room. Creepy, but it's all they’ve got, so they can’t exactly complain. It's not like the so-called “Headmage” would listen anyway.
But today is the day they were dreading most, getting asked for their number and it’s by none other than their first year friend, turned love interest.
Decided to take the jump after pining for like three months. The only reason he’s asking for their number is because 1. He feels like they need to be in the first year group chat, and 2. Deuce is threatening to expose him for eating an egg tart his mother sent him.
He’s blushing and can’t make eye contact, the situation only growing worse when Yuu fails to answer him.
He was not prepared for them to hand him a photo of.. An old phone? Is it a phone? He’s squinting at it, being mildly upset because he thinks it's their way of shittilly rejecting him.
He was not expecting Yuu to flip over the photo and it have a phone number on the back. Now he’s just confused.
“I don’t have a phone other than this. If you want to talk to me you have to call that number. But even if you do call I probably won’t answer because that thing is in an obscure part of the building and I'm not risking moving it for convenience. It's probably easier to just show up at my dorm like you’ve been doing for the past three months.”
And with that they leave to go to class. Ace is now confused on if this was them accepting his confession or not. He still doesn't know if this is an actual phone or not.
Finally was convinced by his mother to ask Yuu out after months of talking about them to both Ace and his Mom. He’s been meaning to for a while now but could never gather up the courage or the confession was always crashed by someone or something else.
He’s trying, and failing, to keep his nerves and blush under control while waiting for them to respond.
He is extremely confused when they pull out a picture of a rotary phone. He knows what it is, his Mom has one in her house that's a sort of antique, but he’s never seen it used.
He does notice on the back is their number though, which has his heart skipping a beat, because this is probably them accepting his confession!
“This is the only phone I have and it's in a pretty obscure place, so if you call I probably won’t hear it ring. Just drop by whenever you want to see me.”
And with that they leave, Deuce is still mildly confused about the phone picture, but is happy he finally got a chance to confess to Yuu.
He takes a year to confess, but has absolutely loved Yuu for much, much longer. The only reason he’s confessing is because Epel is getting really fucking tired of seeing him dance around the issue. The other five are either Yuu themself, too stupid to notice, or Sebek.
Once he finally decides to bite the bullet and confront his feelings, his flustered self is greeted by a picture of an old phone. A number scribbled messily in the corner. He takes it, but kind of just stares at it in confusion, he’s seen these in movies, but other than that he doesn’t know why this is relevant.
“Sorry, that's the only phone I have, and it’s in a pretty inconvenient place too. I’m not gonna move it because it's pretty sketchy as is, but if you ever want to talk you can call me. I might not hear you though, so it's probably easier to just drop by Ramshackle.”
He gets it. Honestly he probably should've assumed they didn’t have a phone, being from another world and all.. actually have they ever even left campus?
Before he gets a chance to ask they’re already gone, running away so they aren't late for what he assumes to be the dorm leader meeting happening soon.
Once he realized he liked them he started trying to figure out the best way to ask them out. Getting their number would probably be the easiest and if things go south he can save himself by saying he realized he didn’t have them in his contacts.
That being said its extremely obvious that he’s asking Yuu for their number in a romantic light. His face has a light pink blush on it and his make up is neater than usual, giving away something is up.
Yuu answers by giving him a picture of a rotary phone. He is not phased in the slightest, back home everyone has at least one in their house, even if they are pretty old fashioned they’re still useful.
He’s also excited that this is an acception of his “discret” confession.
“I don’t really have another phone. This one is also pretty deep into Ramshackle and was there before I moved in so I’m not risking moving it. If you want to talk to me you should just come over, in all honesty.”
He gets it, plus it gives him an excuse to escape Vil for a while.
Ortho (Ft. Idia)
Tired of hearing his brother complain about how OP and cute Yuu is. He wants them to get together already so Idia can be happy!
Was told not to talk to Yuu about Idia’s feelings. He’s doing it anyway because Ortho is an agent of chaos in secret.
Flies over to them and starts explaining how Idia has a crush on them and that Ortho wants to give him Yuu’s number so they can date.
Yuu finds this extremely funny and thinks Idia is even the tiniest cute, so they give. Fishing a picture of their god awful phone out of their pocket, their number in bold on the front, and hands it to Ortho.
Is extremely confused. Doesn’t know what this is until he does a quick scan, finding out it's a phone type that has been out of fashion and use for years.
“This is the only phone I have, if Idia really wants to see me I’ll just show up and crash in his room.”
Yuu already knows Idia so well! This was a perfect plan, mostly.
Does he even have a phone himself? I’m under the impression he, and the rest of Briar Valley communicate through carrier pigeon and town crier. No, but in all seriousness Briar Valley is appearly pretty behind in terms of technology so I'm genuinely not sure if Sebek even has a phone. We’ll say he was given one by Lilia for the sake of storytelling.
Sebek is emotionally constipated and afraid of confronting his softer feelings so he’s also apart of the “It took me a year to confess” club. He finally got off his high horse and decided to ask Yuu for their number. That's a common way humans ask each other out right?
Doesn’t matter, he’s already doing it.
Yuu just stares at him for a minute, admiring Sebek’s blush and the fact that he’s quiet for once. Eventually they pull out the long dreaded picture, their number spread across the paper, and place it in Sebek’s hands. He’s confused immediately.
“I only have this phone in Ramshackle, and chances are it's cursed. You’d be better off just showing up there than calling me to be honest.”
Ah, so he should get them a carrier pigeon! Human technology is useless after all.
[Club activities - part 1]
Summary: Crowley insists you join one of the school's clubs, even though your schedule is already full. Having no other choice, you oblige, on one condition: you'll attend a meeting of each club before deciding which one you'll join. As expected, shenanigans ensue.
Notes: gn!reader, humor, it's kinda long, reader is oblivious, mentions of minor injuries but in a funny way dw, I had to research about horse management and now you'll know about it too
Part: 1 (you're here!) / 2 (soon!)
"Do I really have to do this? Isn't it enough that I already am your unnoficial errand runner, Grim's babysitter, Ramshackle's prefect and have to deal with an overblot a month on top of whatever insanity the students decide to put me through while I try to keep my grades up to not lose my scholarship?"
You really hoped he would listen to reason, after all, you already have way more than enough on your plate. As it is, he obviously didn't hear to a word you said. How unfortunate.
"Of course it's most crucial you participate in a club! As a model educator, I must set an example for my peers. How would it look if one of my students didn't partake in such an important school activity?"
Crowley looks agravated by the mere idea. You deadpan at him. He stares back at you. Grim snoozes in the background.
"Well, which one will it be?"
You sigh, as if the weight of the world was in your shoulders.
"...Can I see the list, at least?"
Crowley smiles, his whole demeanor changing as soon as he got what he wanted. You brace yourself for what is to come, knowing it will be a headache.
After taking a look at your options, you decide to go in one meeting of each before choosing one to join. You could just randomly pick one and be done with it, but since you're already being forced to do this, you should do something you enjoy.
The headmaster gives you a genial smile and agrees on your conditions, telling you how kind he is for doing so and how it will be great for your education. You glare at him, defeated.
Better start sooner than later, right?
Spelldrive Club (Leona, Ruggie, Epel)
Good news, you've played spelldrive before, so you're not entirely lost!
You keep that in mind as you arrive at the field. It's pretty intimidating, with most of the players being thugs from Savanaclaw that look like they could fold you in half like a twig. You scurry to Epel's side.
He's surprised you decided to participate in a meeting, but really happy as well since it's a chance to show off his manliness to you. You chat for a bit as you wait for Leona, the captain, to arrive. Ruggie eventually joins you both, cracking some joke about your unexpected attendance and having a new member on the team.
Once Leona arrives, he looks just as grumpy as usual, but his ears are perked up and he's scanning the field as if looking for something. And it seems he finds it once his eyes land on you, leading him to your little group's direction.
Crowley had the decency of telling him in advance about your test drive of the club, but Leona warns you he won't allow you to slack off just because it's your first day. You're surprised he even bothered to tell you this, as you imagined he would be as unenthusiastic as he is about his normal classes. It seems he has high expectations for you. Epel and Ruggie look startled as well, but wisely keep their mouths shut.
Everyone did light stretchs and got their brooms, ready to play. It was... intense. You already expected it from what little experience you had from the tornament, not to mention that by being magicless you had a limited range of moves you could pull, but it seemed Leona was a strict leader when it came to the sport.
That, or he wanted to show off today for some reason. According to one of Epel's snide remarks, Leona is usually more laid back than he was being. You couldn't help but worry it had something to do with you, so you kept your head low and tried to follow the best you could, least he screamed at you as well. Besides, his complaints did sound reasonable, even if he was blunt and kind of rude about them, so it was good he was so motivated!
And he wasn't the only one. Epel was giving his all, pulling stunts left and right to get points. You were amazed by his ability, since you've never seen him play before, you had no idea he was this good! Your gaze would wander to wherever he was and you could swear you felt him staring back sometimes, though he turned his head away too fast for you to confirm it.
Even so, he wasn't safe from blundering his play eventually. After marking a point, he turned in your direction, confident that you've been watching, chest puffed out proudly. Only to be met with your panicked look as you tried to signal for him to look behind. One of the players from Savanaclaw shoved him then, almost dropping him from his broom. Luckly, Epel managed to catch himself just in time to avoid an accident, making you sigh relieved, your clammy hands readjusting their grip on your own broom, heart beating wildly on your chest. Leona screamed at both of you for being distracted, but he glared harder at Epel.
Ruggie was another one set on impressing you with his techniques, doing dangerous tricks on his broom while in midair. You knew he was very good, he was the one you went against on the first time you played, after all, but still cheered on his tricks. His cheeky smile stayed firm on his face, growing at every compliment you threw his way. His tail was wagging behind him, but you didn't have to know that.
The thing is, if he started to pay too much attention on you to gauge your reactions, he got distracted from the game going on around him. On more than one occasion he was almost throw out while dangling on his broom with only his feet, somehow managing to get his balance back everytime. Leona looked ready to burst a blood vessel when it happened, you had a feeling he was going to be extra annoying to Ruggie for the rest of the week.
All in all, you couldn't do much, so you stayed at the sidelines watching your friends play. You were sweating all over, the scorching sun shining above you. Did you remember to use sunscreen? You closed your eyes and took one arm off your broom to wipe out some sweat from your brow, distracted. You were pretty tired. The shouting went on at the background. You had the impression your friends were calling your name. As soon as you were going to turn to their direction and see what it was that they wanted, everything went black and you lost consciousness.
You woke up at the infirmary, having a feeling of deja vu. Why whenever you tried to play spelldrive something had to happen? Epel, Ruggie and Leona were by your bedside, looking worried, upset or annoyed. They explained a disk went out of course and ended up hitting you at the back of your head, causing you to pass out.
Ruggie proudly announced he was the first one to react and caught you just in time, before you hit the ground. Epel added that he helped Ruggie bring you to the infirmary and that Leona went off on everyone at the field for not catching the damned disk. Leona just huffed and pretended to not care, but you could tell he did just from how he stayed waiting for you to wake up.
As sweet as that little moment was, you didn't want a repeat of what happened and felt spelldrive wasn't really for you. Time to check out other clubs.
(Epel excitedly asks for you to come and watch another pratice some time. Ruggie backs him up and pulls his puppy eyes on you. Leona looks like he would like that as well but stays silent, staring at you expectantly, ears perked up. You end up agreeing, not wanting to crush their enthusiasm. It seems they really enjoyed having you over. Not sure if the rest of the team could say the same, but a glare from Leona will shut them up if they dare to bother you.)
Equestrian Club (Riddle, Silver, Sebek)
There were horses on campus!? How come you never met one before? Time to rectify that!
You couldn't remember if you ever rode a horse before or not. Well, surely everything would turn out alright, since some of the most responsible people were on this club. Surely.
Riddle was the one that greeted you and showed you around the stables. There was a huge area dedicated to them, with all the horses having their own section and a fenced space reserved for riding them. They were all very well taken care of, as Riddle made sure to tell you about some of his duties as a member of the club. He even took you to meet his horse and taught you how to pet it!
You also met Sebek and Silver tending to their horses and talked with them a bit. Sebek expressed his diligence as always, talking loudly about his passion for the sport and how he would definitly make his Lord proud of his work. Silver was less overwhelming and seemed gentler surrounded by animals like that, as he told you softly that he was glad you showed interest in their club and how he hoped you'd enjoy it.
After such a warm welcome, you had your hopes high for this club! (Especially after what happened at spelldrive pratice). It didn't involve any magic either, so you could do everything just fine. All was well, until you were assigned a horse to tend for the day.
There was only one horse available, so you didn't have much of a choice, really. It was a beautiful white horse that truly looked straight out of a fairytale, with it's elegant aura and thick mane. If only it's temper could match it's appearence. It was one of the most petulant equines you've ever seen. It took a while for it to even let you get closer without trying to bite your hand off.
Silver said it still didn't have a name and Riddle told you that since you were it's handler for the day, you should name it. You decided to name it Maximus. Sebek liked the name, loudly approving it. Maximus seemed pretty content as well, so you patted yourself on the back for scoring one point with him.
The first thing you were going to do before actually riding him was to groom him. You decided to watch how your friends did it and mimick their actions. Riddle handed you a bucket with different brushes that you had no idea what should be used for. Sebek secured Maximus for you, saying it was to make sure he wouldn't move around while you tried to take care of him. Silver helped you two get acquainted, making sure you knew basic safety instructions.
You grab a round rubber comb, watching Riddle rub circles on his horse's side with a firm hold. Starting on Maximus' left side, you hesitantly bring the comb in contact with his fur, watching as he gives you a nasty side eye. You weakly start your sweeps, careful to not hurt him or press on a tender spot. Riddle tells you to use more pressure in order to remove the dirt from his coat. You increase your strenght as he nods approvingly. Just as he's about to turn back to his own work, he sees you sliding the brush down Maximus' shoulders and to his legs, his tail swishing in warning. He manages to pull you back just in time before Maximus closes his jaw where your hand was mere moments ago. Your arm trembles and your eyes are wide as he explains which areas are sensitive and that you'd better avoid them.
After using a stiff brush that reminded you of a broom to knock out the dirt you had loosened, being extra careful on the areas Riddle mentioned, you grab a soft brush. You feel dread pool on your stomach as you watch Silver kneel down to tend to his horse's legs. You stare at Maximus, hoping he would let you do the same, but you swear his expression is one that says 'I dare you to try and see what happens'. You gulp but still get down to it, better get it done as soon as possible. The front legs go swimmingly, the back ones not so much. As you're almost getting finished you accidently press on a sore spot. Maximus loudly neighs, stamps his foot and raises his knee, causing you to fall on your behind, surprised and very much still in hitting range. You were pretty sure that was it, you were going to infirmary again with the worst concussion ever known to man. Thankfully, Silver had noticed it just in time to drag you away, holding you by your armpits like a misbehaving kitten. Your knees feel weak, so you stay on the ground with a racing heart as you watch Silver calm Maximus down.
The next step was to clean Maximus' hooves. Anyone with half a brain cell could sense it was a bad idea to leave you to it, so you stayed back while Sebek did the cleaning. He didn't to it quietly though, he made sure to shout every step so you'd learn how to do it at a later date. You couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at his condescending tone, too grateful for him helping you out. You thank him sincerely as he pauses mid rant. He stares at you with his mouth open, as if he had short circuited. Sebek stays strangely quiet for the next few minutes, not making eye contact with you but trying to steal glances your way without you noticing. Maximus huffs and it sounds mocking, somehow.
To finish it up, you comb Maximus' mane, untangling it carefully, finding it surprisingly relaxing and by far the best part of this whole thing. When brushing his tail, you make sure to stand by his side, not behind, to avoid almost being kicked again. You look proudly at your work as Maximus flaunts himself. Riddle, Silver and Sebek compliment your efforts, making you smile sincerely despite being pretty sure Maximus hates your guts and has cursed your entire bloodline in his mind.
Finally, the time has come. You're going to actually ride the horse now!
That is, if you manage to mount it first.
You try to mount Maximus' by his right side, but he doesn't budge. Plus, he's too tall for you to reach properly. He stares at you. You're sure he's laughing at your misery. Silver, bless him, comes to your aid. He hands you a safety helmet and calmly checks if the saddle is well secured with the girth and all buckles are fastened. He offers you his hand and you take it, letting him guide you to Maximus' left side as he explains just how to get up. He looks very princely like this, talking almost excitedly... or, well, as excited as Silver gets. He doesn't look like he's about to fall asleep, so that must count for something, and there's a rare smile on his face. He must really like his club. And the horses seem to like him just fine as well. Way too fine, actually, since they insist in interrupting him as he talks, demanding his attention. His horse smacks it's tail on your face as it nuzzles on Silver's hand. Maximus neighs amused, that bastard.
You thank Silver and let him get to his own activities, not wanting to take more of his time. He leaves, but his smile dropped and he looked almost disappointed. You wonder what that was about. Either way, you go find a steeping stool to help you mount Maximus. Riddle goes with you, insisting in supervising everything to make sure you won't have any problems. He holds Maximus' face to make sure he will stay quiet for you to mount him like Silver taught you to. As soon as you're seated Riddle withdraws from proximity, letting Maximus have some space. However, before you get time to grip the reins, Maximus takes off, leaving you to desperately hold onto his neck as he runs around. Riddle goes after the two of you, trying to stop him while you hold your screams in. After a full minute of this, Maximus suddenly stops, making you let go of your grip on him and fall to the side. Riddle fusses over you, making sure you're not badly hurt while reprimanding the horse for the stunt he pulled.
You do feel sore all over, but refuse to back down. You're not going to let Maximus have the last laugh. You thank Riddle for his help and let him go back to his horse, assuring him you'll be fine. He checks on you once more to make sure you're ok before going, looking behing his shoulder as if you were about to fall again. You smile reassuringly. His face turns red like his hair and he scurries away. You take Maximus back to where you left the steeping stool, determined to mount him and actually stay there this time.
Sebek notices your struggle and decides to graciously help you once more. Maximus squirms around but eventually the two of you make him stay in place while you mount him. Sebek keeps his hand on Maximus while you adjust your footing and organize the reins. Once you're ready, you nudge Maximus with your lower leg, encouraging him to start walking. Sebek insists on being close the entire time, making corrections to your position and moviments, such as keeping your back straight and looking forward. Even with his harsh soldier like tone, you begin enjoying the ride and compliment him on his ability as a teacher, stating how much of an exceptional rider he must be. Sebek blushes and starts stuttering, words getting mixed up with one another. Without his clear instructions you start having a rockier time with reining Maximus, but he manages to not blunder his words too much when telling you how to halt and to dismount your horse.
At the end of pratice you're sweaty, covered in mud and sore all over. It was fun some times, but you rather not have to worry for your life at every meeting (the overblots and dealing with your friends antics was already more than enough life threatning excitement for you). You also feel you should steer clear from the stables, just in case Maximus tries to commit his revenge on you. Time to check out other clubs.
(The boys insist you only need some more practice, that you have potential, that Maximus will warm up to you. They are very earnest when telling you they enjoyed having you over, even if they had to keep an eye on you the whole time to make sure you wouldn't get hurt. When they ask you to come by another time, you can't say no. You suppose you do owe them one for all their help. They ligthen up when you agree, so you can't bring yourself to regret it, even if you know you'll have to deal Maximus once again.)
Basketball Club (Ace, Floyd, Jamil)
Oh, this is Ace's club, right? And it's a normal non-magical sport as well. Let's give it a try!
The first person to greet you is, obviously, one of your closest friends (and cause of your daily headaches), Ace. He had bragged to you about his ability in playing basketball before, something about being the best freshmen in the team and even Riddle complimenting him on his skill. He teases you, asking if you'll be able to keep up with him, which earns him an eyeroll and a friendly punch on the shoulder.
You quickly remember who else Ace mentioned being on the team as soon as you hear a loud voice call for 'Shrimpy' and two arms squeezing the air out of you. Of course, Floyd was overenthusiastic about your participation, telling you how your presence would surely make things interesting and how this class was starting to get boring so it was good to have something new added to it. You're not sure how to react so you reply telling him you'll do your best (and praying he'd let you go before you run out of air). Floyd stares at you for a bit, taken aback from such an earnest answer, before squeezing you even harder for being so cute. Ace comes to the rescue, saving you from passing out before the class could even start.
You also find another familiar face on the team, Jamil. You thank whatever higher being that was out there looking out for you for sending a sane person to keep you company. It seems Jamil shares the sentiment, as you start a light conversation about the club that ends up being more about Jamil complaining that he had to deal with Kalim's shenanigans his entire life and the only moment he's alone he has to babysit Ace and Floyd, least they cause a disaster and the rest of the team is blamed for it. You sympathize with him, promising to do your part in the babysitting duty for the day. Jamil looks really relieved as he thanks you.
Before pratice, just like in Spelldrive, you did light stretches, competing with Ace to see who can reach their feet when bending down or who can stay longer balancing on one leg. Everyone got separated in duos to train some passes before actually playing. Scattering across the gym, each at one end of the room, you and Ace threw the ball between yourselves. He always had some cheeky comment to make about your lack of skill, which only motivated you to throw the ball harder at his direction, technique be damned. All the while you had to be careful to avoid stray shots from the others around you. Perhaps you should have brought the safety helmet from the Equestrian club.
Floyd and Jamil (he must have been dragged into this, being one of the only ones able to handle Floyd) were right next to where your duo was. They both were obviously skilled, doing tricks with the ball to show off. You were actually pretty impressed as you observed them, so much so that you miscalculated your shot and instead of sending the ball to hit Ace, it went at Floyd's direction. As Floyd was busy annoying the closest student to his side, he only noticed the ball right before it hit him, too late to stop it.
Thankfully his skull was thick enough that not even a basketball hitting him managed to hurt, though it did leave quite an impressive red mark on his face. Ace swore and scurried away from Floyd's other side, Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, you felt your heart drop. The student that previously had Floyd's attention took the opportunity to run away, leaving the four of you in this stalemate. Even with all the activity around, you could only focus on the way Floyd raised his eyes to meet your frightened ones, an impassive expression on his face and your basketball on his hand.
Instead of a frown and the deeper tone of voice you expected (alongside the promise of pain in your future), you were met with a wide grin, sharp teeth at full display, and a high pitched giggle. You didn't know which was worse. Either way, you felt like a prey caught in it's predator radar. Floyd told you that if you wanted to play so bad, he'd be happy to play with you! Ace was planning your funeral already.
And so, what was supposed to be a simple exercise of passing the ball became an impromptu game of dodgeball in which if you were hit, instead of being out you gained a concussion and a trip to the infirmary. Somehow, Ace and Jamil got roped into it as well, the three of you running around to avoid being hit by one of the deathly bullets Floyd threw at you. After noticing it, the club leader announced they could stop for a short break before picking out the teams for a game, in the hopes it would distract the eelmer enough to make him stop.
It worked, since the prospect of 'playing another game with shrimpy' made Floyd get excited to get you on his team. You sighed in relief, a bit out of breath. You and Ace sprawled yourselves at the floor to rest, not caring about how dirty it may be, your legs needed to lay down for a while. He turned his head at your direction and said it was your fault for having such bad aim. You replied with how it was his fault for being so bad at teaching you. You have a stare down that ends in both bursting into laughter.
Jamil and some other second year were the ones choosing the teams. He smiled mischievously, the same smile he had when he was planning something. Jamil could be the calmer one between your options, but that didn't mean he wouldn't cause trouble as well. In the end, you stayed on Jamil's team while Floyd and Ace were on the other. Floyd pouted and whined about how he had wanted to play in the same team as you and Ace seemed a bit miffed (you weren't sure if it was because he ended up against you or because he was with Floyd). Jamil had a very self satisfied smile on his face as he told you which formation your team would use. He sent a smug smirk to the others when you weren't looking.
You were wondering what kind of stunt Floyd would put to get what he wanted, but once the game started he just... didn't do anything. Jamil, on the other hand, was quick to catch the ball and take it to the other side of the court, dodging Ace's attempts at stopping him, jumping high and scoring some points. You were in awe, you had no idea Jamil was this good! As he went to your side with a self-satisfied expression in face, you showered him in compliments, saying how fast he ran and how high he jumped and how he looked really cool! While the smile stayed on his face, it seemed softer, and Jamil wouldn't look you in the eyes, murmuring something that you didn't catch about this being his strategy to win by having you on his side.
As the game went on you managed to get the hang of it, actually enjoying playing! Jamil and you made a great duo and Floyd was too desmotivated to try to win, so that only left Ace as your major obstacle. He'd often try to get the ball from your hands while making some sassy remarks and engaging in light hearted banter with you. Even when you weren't with the ball he stayed close to try to block you. It came to a point when you were going to try to score a point when he appeared in front of you, close enough that you wouldn't have time to dodge him. So, of course, you had to maneuver your way out, getting close to his face as you made sure to keep his hands away from the ball. His attention was solely on you, gaze unwavering as your noses almost touched and your breaths mingled. He was frozen in place and you took your chance, jumping as high as you could and dunking the ball on the net.
Your team cheered you on, a huge smile on your lips as you turned to see Ace's reaction. He was standing at the same spot, still looking at you. You winked playfully and blew him a kiss, rubbing your victory on his face, proud of your work. He blushed and crossed his arms, saying that you cheated by distracting him. His gaze remained on the lower half of you face. Before you could reply, Jamil whisked you away, congratulating you on your shot.
It was good your team got hyped up, but alongside it so did Floyd. He suddenly felt motivated to play against you and see you try to dodge around him like you did with Ace, since it seemed like lots of fun! (Which would not happen because have you seen his height?) It's not like you had a choice in the matter, anyway, since Floyd could easily take down any member of your team and go straight at you now that he felt like playing again. The last minutes were more like a game of tag between you two, Floyd giggling as he tried to catch you. You ran around the players, trying your best to make a complicated path to confuse him.
You were actually having some fun, seeing Jamil get the ball from Floyd's hands to help you out and Ace try to get in your way to slow you down. Still, you were not used to that much exercise, your sore body becoming your own enemy as you got more sluggish, which in turn made you get more distracted. It was thanks to that you didn't notice Floyd until he was right beside you, ready to glomp you and squeeze as he trapped you in his arms. You'd blame it on your tiredness later, but as a last effort to get away from him you turned around abruptly, supporting your weight on your heel. Since you were worn out, you got dizzy quickly, tripping over your own feet and landing on the ground.
As soon as you felt sharp pain on your ankle you knew you were screwed, a whine coming out of your throat and tears welling in your eyes. Why must something like this always happen to you? The boys crowded over you, asking if you were okay or if you could stand up or if you wanted a hug to feel better. The answer was no to all of them.
In the end, you saw yourself staring at the infirmary ceiling once more, sweaty and tired, your ankle wrapped in bandages and propped up on the bed. Maybe you should stop going to sports clubs' pratices. Ace, Jamil and Floyd stood by your side, watching you to make sure you were alright, in their own ways. You felt a strong sense of deja vu, though you were grateful for them carrying you all the way up there (even if Floyd took the opportunity to squeeze you some). You could tell for sure that basketball wasn't for you. Time to check out other clubs.
(To lift the mood, Ace cracked a joke about how terrible you were at basketball and how you still had a long way to go before reaching his level. Jamil agreed, adding that pratice makes perfect. Floyd said he had much more fun with shrimpy around to keep him entertained. It wss pretty obvious they wanted to see you there again. The three of them looked at you with hope, even if Floyd's puppy eyes didn't work nearly as well as Ruggie's and Ace's and Jamil's tsundere act didn't fool you, you couldn't say no to them. You did have some fun as well, although next time you'll try to only watch and cheer on the sidelines, no need to be on the playing field and within squeezing distance.)
Track and Field Club (Deuce, Jack)
Despite your previous conviction, you decided to give the sports clubs one last chance. As this club didn't involve a game with complicated rules nor any magic, it seemed like the best choice. Positive thinking is key!
As soon as you steped foot into the field, Deuce and Jack came to great you, visibly happy to have you there! (They won't admit it to you, but they were a bit jealous that you had went to your other first year friends' clubs but not to theirs yet. They were determined to impress you.)
You tell them you're a little worried you won't be able to keep up with their pace, since Deuce has won prizes for his speed and Jack goes on morning jogs everyday. They reassure you that it's no problem, they'll help you the best they can!
The other members don't mind you much, letting your friends monopolize your attention. Jack asks if you've eaten and how has your diet been, you'll need some energy to run! Deuce asks if your uniform is comfortable and if the shoes fit in the right way, it's important to be able to move freely! They are very respectful and answer any question you might have patiently, which makes you feel welcomed. Maybe this time it won't be so bad!
To start pratice, the club leader tells all the members to run some laps. You notice you're pretty behind everyone else, but you're trying to not use all your energy at the warm up, so you don't mind. You take the chance to observe your friends running ahead of you, how the sun reflects on their skin, their shoulders going up and down, every step helping them gain speed. They looked really cool. This fills you with determination, promising to yourself to give it your best in this club.
After taking a break to drink water and stretching your muscles, you start the dynamics. It was a bit funny since you did them by basically moving in circles and changing the way you walk. Still, they were easier to accompany everyone than the laps. So far, so good!
Things start going downhill once you had to do the jumps. Everyone lined up, you staying at the last place, Jack and Deuce right in front of you. They explain that you should sprint, jump at the wooden board and land on the sand pit. Seems easy enough!
It's not. On Jack's turn, he makes it looks effortless, even with his bigger built he manages to land with grace. You clap for him and he pretends to not notice, but his tail is wagging. On Deuce's, he catches speed quickly and jumps high, landing on his feet and turning to look at you. You cheer for him, a big smile in face as he rubs the back of his neck and thanks you with red cheeks.
You try to copy their moviments, sprinting with a concentrated look on your face, focused on your destination. Unfortunately, you should have looked at the ground as well, since when it was time to jump you were just a tad too slow and tripped on the wooden plank, falling on the sand pit. You try again, this time focusing on where you're putting your feet, not missing the plank! However, you jump with too much force and doesn't land right, bouncing off the ground again before falling on your knees. You try one more time, jumping at the right place and not putting to much force. This time, though, your feet are not positioned the right way and you loose the strenght to support your weight, eating sand once more. You're going to blame this one on your recently sprained ankle and call it a day. (Thanks Floyd!)
After getting no luck on the long jump (and leaving with your hair full of sand), Jack and Deuce make sure you're ok. You reassure them that yes, your ankle is fine (for now), no, you didn't swallow sand (at least you're pretty sure you didn't) and yes, of course you want to keep going, it's going to take more than just that to deter you (you're a bit used to defeats). Finally, you start to train for the high jump. Especifically the landing, since if you fall the wrong way you could get seriously hurt. Please make sure you land right! Jack and Deuce will be watching closely, ready to help.
Everyone gets separated to go to different mats, some of the older students going straight to the jump. Your friends follow you, Deuce has a fist up as he talks excitedly about his progress on this jump. Jack listens by the side, nodding to some things or adding a comment on how he didn't jump quite that high, but it was an improvement anyway. They are like your personal coaches, instructing you to start by doing rollouts, than jumping and doing a rollout, then jumping higher and doing a rollout.
Once the basics are covered they join you, taking turns at running and flopping on their backs. It's fun, the way your body bounces of the mat and watching Jack and Deuce compete on who can flop harder. They add the bungee, which makes things more complicated since you had to reach a certain heigh to not get stuck on it, but it was a nice challenge. You did lose your shoe due to your feet getting caught in the bungee on the first try, though.
You were enjoying it, laughing along your friends! Until they added the bar. The bar changed everything. The height was a bit higher than it was with the bungee and it was nowhere near as soft. You watched, in awe, as Jack and Deuce flew just over lt and landed on a rollout. You were sure you'd get it too, after all, you did great on the other steps! You ran, turned around and used as much impulse as you could to jump. Instead of the soft embrace of the training mat, you were met with the metalic and hard feeling of the bar digging on your back as you landed right above it. Not even the mat could soften the blow, making you cry out, both in surprise and in pain. The sting was enough to have you wondering if you ever wanted to try this again in your life, the pain was not worth it.
Deuce was by your side instantly, bending down, asking if your back was ok and offering his hand to help you get up. Your hand clasps his, the force he used making your faces come very close to each other, noses touching, your breathless and flushed face right in front of his worried blue eyes. Said eyes widen as his face takes a red tone, he stutters apologies while backing away, hands covering his cheeks. Jack, who you hadn't notice coming close behind you, puts his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. He says you went well for a begginer and tells you how Deuce did the same thing on his first try. You giggle, putting one of your hands above his to show your appreciation. He quickly drops it and crosses his arms, saying the three of you better get going to the next exercise, eyes avoiding yours and conveniently looking at where the others on the field were gathering together.
There were obstacles scattered across the field, some closer than others. Deuce puffs out his chest and says it's time for the hurdle hops and that he'll show to you how it's done. You watch intently as he sprints and jumps at all the right times, not losing speed despite the things in his way. Jack follows him, a stoic look as he calculates just the right time to jump and cross every obstacle. It reminded you of when you'd watch race competitions back at home, how the runners looked as they crossed the finish line.
Filled with nostalgia, you try to replicate your memory, basing yourself on your friends' perfomances. You run and jump successfully on the first hurdle, feeling as if you're really improving! Though not for too long, since on the second hurdle you don't manage to jump high enough and just end up kicking it and falling on your butt. Oh well, you lasted longer than expected.
You refuse to back down, getting up and dusting yourself, ready to try again. Deuce and Jack support your enthusiasm, hyping you up on every try. It's a bit embarrassing to have them watching and commenting like this, but you feel warmth spreading through your chest and a smile blooming on your face. It's good to know people trust your ability to improve and do better, and you're not about to let them down!
There's one time you trip when you're near the hurdle and end up slipping under it. Another time you jump too close to it and almost full body slam it, falling on top of it. Your feet catches onto the edge of one of the hurdles and makes you fall. You end up knocking over one hurdle, keep running and then falling due to your lost momentum and equilibrium. You stay on the ground, defeated, your body screaming at you after so many falls. It wouldn't be so bad to give up, right? You really did try.
Deuce and Jack carry you to a bench and take care of you, Deuce handing you some water while Jack cleans the scratches you got from meeting the floor so much. They don't rub it in your face about your defeat (like a certain red haired first year would) and try to encourage you to keep trying. (They were pretty worried when you didn't get up though. They wanted to be one of the clubs that didn't make up you end on the infirmary.)
To end pratice, everyone would do a long run. The boys tell you can skip it, since you are already very tired, not used to this much exercising, chest heaving up and down and breath coming as short puffs of air. Jack says it'll do you no good to overwork your body and end up collapsing, Deuce backing him up. Still, you're stubborn, and you already did everything, you might as well go until the end. So you tell them you'll be just fine and agree to the run.
You keep Jack's words in mind, making sure to not overexerte it. Instead of holding a full on sprint you settle on a lighter jog, making sure your breaths are somewhat regulated. This makes you stay very behind the others but you don't mind, everyone has their own pace after all. Deuce and Jack were close to you, since they had very obviously slowed down significantly to keep you company, and you greatly appreciated that, flashing them a smile. Deuce offers a thumbs up and Jack nods his head.
There is a part where you trip and almost fall, but thankfully Deuce catches your arm and manages to keep you upright while still in movement. Though you two get extremely close again, your foreheads even knock on each other's. Deuce gets red faced again, instead of fumbling with his words he fumbles with his feet, tripping and taking you with him as his grip tightens on your arm.
Jack comes to the rescue and stays in the middle, still running prefectly even after having used so much energy during pratice. Guess the daily jogs do work. You look at his back muscles contracting, his shoulders moving, his tail helping him keep equilibrium, feet touchig the ground for a moment before they're gone. He seems to notice the eyes on his back as he looks over his shoulder, head tilting in confusion in such an endearing way you can't help but tell him what you were thinkin, about how cool he looks and how he must have trained so much for this! He looks taken a bit aback, ears twitching and tail wagging. So much so, in fact, that due to your closeness and his thick fur, it hits you, and due to your tiredness and the position it hits, you end up falling once again. You're not even mad, honestly. It was the nicest fall you've had so far.
Congrats, you manage to finish the run! Although you're drenched in sweat, hair sticking to your forehead and throat dry, you did it! But Deuce and Jack won't look you in the eye and keep blushing for some reason, you start to wonder if they're down with a fever at this point. Anyways, as soon as the run is over you throw youself (gently) on the ground, taking large gulps of air and spreading and stretching your limbs.
All in all it was pretty fun, even if you did get some scratches and lost whatever little dignity you still had. But you found yourself all sweaty and sore again, not to mention that you didn't think that track was for you. You plan to check other non sport related clubs later, but first, you deserve a break.
(Jack's tail keeps wagging and Deuce's smile is glued to his face. They mentally high five each other for a job well done. They had made you feel welcomed! And you enjoyed yourself! Such a shame you're not entering the club yet... remember to not fall out ot pratice in order to build stamina. Jack can help you with that, going on jogs with you! And you were so good at the high jump, not to mention you were almost getting the hang of the hurdle hops, so maybe next time you try will be the time you make it! Deuce can help you if you need! It's very clear what they wanted, and since they did do their best it feels right to give them a little reward, so of course you agree to come to another pratice eventually. Their smiles give you the force to strengthen your resolve, as you bid goodbye to any possible dignity you had left.)
The first years with overbolts:
Y/n: Time for plan G.
Ace: Don’t you mean plan B?
Y/n: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Deuce : What about plan D?
Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Jack: What about plan E?
Y/n: I’m hoping not to use it. Sebak dies in plan E.
Ace : plan E sounds nice.
calling the twisted boys your husband/wife! (heartslabyul ver. [1/7])
established relationship, still dating
“oh, yes, and my husband would like some of your confectionary, if that’s okay?”
when riddle hears this, his head whips up from his doctor (?) work so fast you’d think HE needs the hospital. he turns red in a millisecond and impatiently waits for you to finish your call.
“what in the Great Seven was that for?!”
he doesn’t say it, but he’s very pleased and will start making plans for the future. he WILL pout if you don’t call him that again, so please appease your husband's wishes <3
“oh… uh huh, right… is there a set of toothbrushes i can get? my wife is interested in them, you see.”
he stops doing whatever he’s doing and blinks, before laughing and letting you continue your work. he’s pleased, but doesn’t make too much of a fuss about it. probably uses it to tease you instead.
“so, girly, listen- my wife’s a fan of roller skates, so do you any recommendations on where you get the good ones…?”
he’s uncharacteristically flustered- his skin burns red, and he hides behind a pillow as he frantically texts you ‘WHY DID YOU DO THAT WHY DID YOU DO THAT’
bloody fucking loves it he WILL sulk and not respond if you don’t call him that anymore.
“cater.. love? beloved? cay-cay? sweetheart?”
“yes sir, that’s my husband right there- ACE STOP THAT RIGHT NOW YOU ASS-”
he, indeed, stops at whatever he’s doing to just stare at you… and attempt to tease you for your ‘slip up’, like he doesn’t fuckin’ love it or whatever (oh you).
“eh… you must REALLY want to marry me, huh?”
“o-oh, w-w-what…? aha… ahahaha…”
he’s honored- thrilled, really. for someone to want him so much is just so… ‘SLDKFNVASDLKFNVASDLKFN’
he’ll get so clingy on that day i pray for u
“yes, my wife’s name is deuce spade… oh, and put some chickens beside that, okay?”
deuce gapes like a fish when he hears it. he’s.. you… he’s your WHAT?!?
he won’t tell you to hurry your call, but his body language tells you enough and when you do, he’s tearing up, asking if you really do want him as your wife, but that he isn’t sure that he’s good enough and-
you silence him with a kiss, and that’s all the reassurance he needs. you cuddle for the rest of your day <3
The sheer contrast between Mrs. Rosehearts and Ms. Spade’s response to their son being sexually active tho.
Mrs. Rosehearts: You stole my son’s virginity!
Y/N: Sorry, won’t happen again, ma’am.
Ms. Spade: I heard you and my son have been getting rather intimate lately. Is this true?
Y/N, nervous: I, u-uh, yes Ms. Spade, we have…
Ms. Spade, smiling: Oh, well then be sure to be safe. I have condoms if you need any, along with pills, and snacks if either of you get hungry.
Y/N, embarrassed but appreciative: Y-yes ma’am, of course! T-thank you!
Like, Mrs. Rosehearts just doesn’t approve of the relationship at all and doesn’t want her son to be distracted from his academics. Meanwhile, Ms. Spade is the kind of mother to offer cookies (and condoms) to her son and his partner when they spend the night over, knowing darn well they got intimate (they think she doesn’t know, but mama Spade knows). She’s just glad to see he’s found someone that makes him happy and wants to be sure they’re practicing safe sex. Mama Rosehearts just believes in outdated ideas of celibacy till marriage, like the nark that she is.
Actually, hang on, I gotta get Grandma Bucchi and Granny Felmier in on this ‘cause they’d have similar ways of handling this with Ruggie and Epel too!
Both women are stern, but understanding with their grandsons, allowing them to make their own decisions, bu~ut also putting emphasis on not getting an STD or getting their partner pregnant (if said partner is capable of doing so). Both emphasized consent and respect towards their partner and put the fear of the Great Seven into those boys to make sure they’d follow these precautions.
Grandma Bucchi: So help me Ruggie, you better be using a condom! If you bring another mouth to feed that we can’t afford into this household I am tanning your hide! And you! *Points to Fem!Y/N*
Fem!Y/N, pointing to self: M-me?
Grandma Bucchi: You better be on the pill missy! I know darn well that if Ruggie can’t afford a baby, you sure as the savannah is hot can’t either! You understand me?!
Ruggie and Y/N: Yes ma’am!
Granny Felmier: Epel, are you ‘n Y/N sexually active?
Epel, used to this by now: Yes, ma’am.
Granny Felmier: Are you using protection?
Epel: Yes, ma’am.
Granny Felmier: Every time?
Epel, sighing: Yes, ma’am.
Granny Felmier: Don’t get snippy with me boy. Is your partner on the pill?
Epel: Grandma! I promise you, we’re being careful! So please, enough with the questions!
Granny Felmier: Good. But I am still expecting some grandbabies in the future.
Epel, flustered: Grandma!
Twst Otome Game update
Let me introduce you to... "Twisted Lovers" A game where you can romance your favorite twst characters...
The game will be LAUNCHED ONLY IN THE DISCORD SERVER The link here.
kiss your best friend,
parts. heartslabyul, savanaclaw, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, diasomnia, rsa
characters. riddle, trey, cater, ace, deuce.
includes. gn reader who can be seen as either yuu or another alternative universe.
cw. kissing? mutual pining, crack.
note. those tiktoks where the bsf is straight outta wattpad /j reminder that the event poll will be closed on sunday ust+
expectedly turns very red.
just stares at you in the most flabbergasted way possible, looks at your lips then snaps his gaze back to your face again and again.
probably is too stunned to speak but when he swallows the bile in his throat, "what in the world are you doing?!" seriously though. he has so many questions.. why, when, what that he wants you so answer ASAP.
in complete denial that you admit to wanting to do it then apologizing if it took him by suprise.
sensing that you feel dejected by his negative reaction he's quick to assure you, in a mixture of shyness and shame he avoids your gaze. "you can't just go around kissing other people so suddenly! urgh.. atleast let me take you to dinner first.."
blinks but looks pleased nonetheless.
well he certainly didn't expect that. in the years you've been side by side he had his suspicions that you felt the same but never acted on it.
spares you this handsome, killer smile as he leans in again. trey's quick to adjust to the indirect confession you just did so since you made the first move he supposes its his turn next.
he does applaud you for your bravery. trey doesn't know if he'd ever have the courage to do so if you didn't. "you're quite bold." he chuckles, thoroughly enjoying the tough exterior you put up despite you probably flustered inside.
"mind if I get another taste?" sir this isn't you tasting out bakery treats—
consider him shocked for once!
legit paused and recoiled back from your kiss, peck(?), whatever suited you best but you can't blame him! he thought it was like the "oh my god they were roommates thing"
wait a minute it feels like be just got slapped by reality. did you actually just kiss him?!
probably remembering he's still gaping at you he flashes you a rare, seemingly genuine smile. "sooo... what are we now?"
"friends with benefits?" you joke.
"oh. not what I had in kind but that's alright with me!"
"cater i was joking."
even goes as far as to wipe off the kiss wherever you placed your lips on it.
stares at you with a feigned weirded out look but no matter how far 'faking it till' he makes it goes' he's ultimately unable to hide the red ears from you.
if you try to point it out he'll only respond with vigorous shakes and something along the lines of feeling too good for yourself.
^ in serious denial but still wants more.
"that was disgusting.. I'm gonna be sick." ace blanches then fakes a hurl. "—do it again,"
shocked & flustered^tm (I'm too lazy to put the symbol bye)
slowly backs away and grips his mouth (kinda like tamaki at that once scene LOL) while slowly turning pink. not red because red is riddle's thing and no one can do riddle's thing.
is too shy and his mind is going a thousand million miles an hour <- exaggerated cause it's deuce.
the definition of "WTH OMG AKVSJABAJS" + inner crisis mode activated, I knew he was an idia kinnie somewhere deep there
pledges to you that he will be the man in the relationship, the pants, the— insert weird analogies.
loves u know and idk why he's going so fast. would probably not marry anyone else because boy is DEDICATED now.
nothing bad here, just wanna headcanon twst characters//including staff favorite body part for smooches!
mwa mwa mwa
He loves your hands, they fit so nicely with his in a way that comforts their beating chest. Bringing it close to their face to cup their cheek in your palm, kissing it tenderly until you gush at him in embarrassment. Grazing his lips over your knuckles and planting small kisses on the tips of your fingers. He tends to keep your hands warm at all times, even when his face is oddly cold at times.
jade, malleus, silver, azul
Neck kisses happen when you’re in his graps, wrapping his arms around your waist to place a chaste on the back of your neck. Smothering his face back and forth until you give him the attention he craves from you, leaving little love bites in hope you’d do the same.
jack, ace, idia, epel
Your lips are so kissable no matter the condition it’s in! Licking the bottom of your lip just faintly it would catch you off guard. Said to be the warmest kisses he’s ever had, making excuses to have your lips on his until you’re both embracing each other. Making such convenience that you two would bump into one other, so he’ll accidentally bump his lips to yours.
floyd, lilia, kalim, sam, deuce
Not only are your cheeks pinch-able but kissable, redden angrily as he kisses it as an apology. He’s a busy person yet he won’t leave without a kiss on the cheek, to reasure you that you aren’t ignored...and to get a cute reaction from you as well. He expects you to leave him one as a reward for being so lovely.
cater, ruggie, vil, crowley
Head filled with many love. He would caress his fingers through your hair gently before settling his lips on the base of you head. You would catch him doing this when the two of you are laying together or sleeping. The slight sniffles and kisses leaving you loved and cared for.
riddle, sebek, jamil, crewel, trein
Tummy kisses. Don’t lay down with him, he’ll attack your stomach with kisses until you’re hurt from laughing too much. Besides that, he loves your stomach no matter how big or small, fumbling it with his hands as he lays wet kisses that leaves you smacking the back of his head.
leona, trey, vargas, rook