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synopsis: you're practicing your confession towards your one true love, jamil viper. so what happens when he overhears you confessing to kalim?
tags: lil bit of angst we make him and u suffer but its still happy in the end, he is adorable, let me eat him, overheard confessions, misunderstandings Delicious
wc: 1.7k
It really was your fault. You left your journal lying around after class, and you came back to find it in the hands of the single worst person who could ever read it.
Kalim Al-Asim. AKA the closest person to the love of your life, Jamil Viper. AKA the one person who could spill the beans to him right now, seeing as he’s on the page where you recount how handsome Jamil’s face looked and how hot his voice sounded when he was helping you with history homew–wait, focus on the issue at hand!
“KALIM!” You clumsily race over to his side, snatching the notebook hard enough to make a dent on the cover. The boy looks just as confused as you, his arms still in the air with how suddenly you grabbed your journal from him.
Recollecting his thoughts, he begins pleas for forgiveness, “Prefect! I swear I didn’t mean to read your diary–I was trying to figure out who owned it, and I guess I got carried away when I saw Jamil’s name on the first page. And the second. And the third…and the one after tha–”
You quickly put your hands over his mouth, not wanting anyone to know about your top-secret affection for the Scarabia vice-housewarden. With your eyes widening in a panic, you place a finger to your lips, signaling him to shut the heck up. “Sevens, Kalim! Please don’t make this any more embarrassing than it already is.” Taking a step away from him, your pleading eyes meet Kalim’s curious ones, “I beg of you, please don’t tell any of this to Jamil! I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll make your lunch for a whole month! Though Jamil’s cooking might taste better…”
“Don’t worry, Prefect! I’ve got it all under control!”
“Phew–I knew I could count on y–”
“I’ll bring you over to confess to him right now!”
Despite your desperate efforts to reject his help, Kalim is determined to get you to confess to Jamil. At least you distracted him enough so that you didn’t have to confess on the spot. However, he’s quite intent on planning your “perfect” confession To Jamil…which has led you to countless practice confessions with Kalim the following week.
Things were going scarily well, and you’re now just working up the courage to actually say the words to Jamil. With Kalim, however, some things can never go too right without any consequences…
You currently sit in Kalim’s dorm room across from the boy, reciting your confession to him. It’s about noon, and the both of you haven't had lunch. Oh dear…
Gingerly holding a tray of snacks for you and holding Kalim’s lunch in the other, Jamil makes his way up to the dorm rooms to feed you two. What he doesn’t expect is the hushed tones he hears from you and Kalim behind the door, and his heart twinges with a little fit of jealousy–not that he’d admit it to himself.
But what really takes hold of his heart is when he can make out your next words, “I’ve loved you for a long time. Please accept my feelings!” Startled, he almost drops the treats from his hands.
All this time, you assumed that you were far from Jamil’s league. Though he may seem annoyed, he always takes you through problems you can’t get into your head, no matter how many times it may take. Even if he doesn’t want to stand out, you feel your heart flutter watching him in his games when he’s in the zone. You’ve always kept your feelings to yourself, and you made an effort to never show it. You’d wanted nothing more than to be able to call yourself his, and him yours.
What you didn’t know was that Jamil had that same longing for you, if not stronger.
But now it’s all ruined. (Or so he thinks).
Because of course you’d pick Kalim over him. It’s been that way since he was a child–it was quite literally in his blood to put his desires below an Asim.
And so he blankly knocks on the door, and walks in like nothing happened. Despite how Scarabia’s dorm is usually hot and humid, the room’s atmosphere drops to subzero.
Even Kalim understands the grave situation, and attempts to gracefully amend it.
Clawing at Jamil’s pants, he shrieks, “JAMIL! WAIT!! DON’T LEAVE!!! THE PREFECT HAS SOMETHING TO SAY TO Y–”
Despite his gallant efforts, the vice-housewarden simply places down the tray he brought in, peels Kalim off his person, and politely nods to the wide-eyed you before leaving the room.
How were you going to get over this?
Over the next few days, your attempts at reconciling with Jamil are cute at most. Or rather…you aren’t given the chance to do so in the first place.
Before class starts, Jamil intentionally enters at the last minute so that he can get the seat farthest away from you.
Rushing over to the classroom, you promptly set aside your bag to the seat next to you to save it for Jamil. After a few minutes, a string of students come along and take their seats as well–Jamil usually included. But for some reason, he enters unusually late, taking the seat closest to the door despite you waving in his direction. He definitely saw you, by the way. Ace even made fun of you for being ignored, making a few students snicker at the situation.
When by some miracle that the both of you are paired up for alchemy class, he perfectly takes control of the vibe and conversation so that the two of you strictly converse about the lesson at hand.
“Jamil, I–”
“Prefect, please continue stirring the pot, we can’t mess up the potion when we’re almost done.”
“Okay, okay. Can I just talk to you about last ti–”
“You can talk to me later, we have to get this potion to Crewel.”
Later never came, because the minute you finished your work, Jamil blasted off the classroom claiming he needed to tend to Kalim’s lunch (which is a complete lie, of course, because he always prepares it the night before. In the past, he’d make one for you too.)
But you guessed you wouldn't be getting his cooking this time–even eating with Kalim during lunch doesn’t work. He perfectly times his meals so that when you approach the two of them at their table, he’s just about finished eating (can he sense you coming their way or something?!)
Despite your efforts to get closer to Jamil, it only feels like he’s getting farther and farther away from you. Is this his way of letting you down? You suppose it’d be easier for him to straight up ignore the fact that you were practicing your confession to him as a way to quietly reject your feelings…
But that doesn’t feel right either, because you were 99.67% sure that he liked you back. For starters, he’d bring you home cooked lunch every week, walk you back to your dorm, help you study for tests even when it cost him his rare downtime…he even gave you his jersey to wear to his games! You were literally just waiting for a confession at this point!
Feeling responsible for making you and Jamil grow apart, Kalim resorted to plotting with Grim to get the both of you to talk…
“Hey, Henchman, Ace told me to meet you at the lockers after practice, he said he had something to give to ya.”
“Ooh Jamil!! Can you teach me basketball? I’ll meet you at the court later, see ya!”
With a sigh, the both of you head over to the court…Jamil visibly freezing when he sees you. Before he could turn away, you quickly grip his wrist.
“Prefect, let go.” He tried to wiggle his hand away from your grasp, but he doesn’t have the heart to fully shake it off.
“Jamil, please, I’ve been trying to talk to you all week! Meeting you here may have been a coincidence, but I think it’s time I finally clear things up…”
“What is there to clear up? This is hardly appropriate, considering how you’re together with Kalim now. Let go of my hand.” Jamil’s icy tone is betrayed by the look of hurt he’s wearing on his face. On the other hand, a hundred question marks are flying around your head. Since when were you dating Kalim??
“What?? What are you on about?” You let go of his hand, but step forward to face him clearly and place them on his shoulders. Consequently, he searches your eyes for any hint of trickery—he knows what he heard the other day, after all.
Then, you both speak at the same time:
“Jamil, I like you!!”
“Prefect, please stay away from me.” For Kalim’s and my family’s sake.
…
A silence envelops the two of you, processing one another’s words. Slowly, Jamil takes your arms into his and leans his head against your shoulder. His grip on you is heavy, but it doesn’t hurt—it just tells you how much he’s been holding back the past week.
“Are you sure?” Facing you, he mutters, “Tell me I heard that right.”
“It’s kind of embarrassing…but Kalim was helping me prepare my confession for you,” you gently held the sleeve of his uniform, avoiding his gaze, “I was really hurt when you avoided me the whole week, I thought you were silently letting me down…”
Internally, Jamil gave himself a slap to the face. He prided himself on being able to easily read into people’s thoughts and actions, but it seems he turns blindsided when it comes to the girl he loves…
“I can’t believe I almost lost you to my stupid conclusion…” he takes your hand in his and lets out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry, Prefect.”
“That’s right. You didn’t even let me use the confession I spent weeks practicing for!”
Chuckling, he lets out a relieved sigh now that you’re able to joke with him, “Well, you can say it now if you like.”
“Now you’re just putting me on the spot. Maybe tomorrow…”
“Hm? So you can practice it with Kalim first?”
You give him a look, and instead pull him into a big hug in response, “For the record, I’m still the one who confessed first. Are you planning on leaving me hanging?”
“Hmph. Fair enough,” he reaches out to cup your face, intense eyes meeting yours, “I like you too, Prefect.”
Extra:
Too in love and focused on each other, you and Jamil fail to notice the small crowd that formed outside the court doors.
“TAKE THAT KALIM!! I TOLD YA THE PREFECT WOULD CONFESS FIRST. PAY UP.”
“HOW?! Fine, I’ll send ya your premium tuna tomorrow, Grim. Hahahaha!!”
Heyaaaaa internet!! It’s ya boy, Ace Trappola!! I heard that some of my friends and everyone else in NRC has a blog..so might as well I join in the fun and so that I don’t be left out on not being the guy who doesn’t have a blog cuz that sucks! Again my name is Ace Trappola and you better remember that!
mod speaking! This is my side blog but if you wanna go see my main blog it’s @iluminishi (I’ll try to make my posts that I am speaking the text’s pink)
anyway basic rules
NO NSFW
mods a minor so is Ace too so ABSOLUTELY NO NSFW (will block and report if I get a nsfw ask)
Yume shipping is fine just don’t be weird about it (same goes for non share-ers) will block if you do get weird about it
shipping is alright just make sure the other mod’s are comfortable with it!
no spamming my inbox (like 100 asks within an hour or something will block)
ABSOLUTELY UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES OF GORE OR INTENSE VIOLENCE WILL IMMEDIATELY BLOCK AND REPORT IF YOU DO
Yeah that’s just about all…PLEASE don’t make me add more rules
haven’t come up with ace tag is yet of this moment will update if I do get tag ideas
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☆彡 in which grim tries to find your perfect match and ace happens to be around
ace trappola x gn!reader
word count: 1.6K
tags: reader is prefect, canon typical nonsense, grim is trying his best, possible ooc
a/n: i wanna do this prompt with different boys too cause I think it'll be fun! if you have a specific one you wanna see with this scenario, lmk!
Grim's noticed the way you've sluggishly thrown your bag against the floor before plopping down on the couch. He's seen the late nights you spent studying, desperately trying to learn magical concepts that are easy to everyone but you because you're from a different world. The way your smile has begun to look less and less genuine by the day is not unnoticed by him...
But he just doesn't know what to do!
When he gets into those types of moods, he just starts shoving tuna down his throat. A full stomach automatically puts him in a good mood. But his henchman doesn't seem to operate in the same way. Especially with tuna.
Another thing he does to let out pent up aggression is going to some isolated place and letting out a fury of flames!... Something you, a magic-less human, can't do for obvious reasons. Oh! Maybe he could get you a gift? Yeah! Gifts always make people happy! He's over the moon when he gets to unwrap some mystery item bought specifically for him!
It isn't until he's in Sam's shop does he realize that this plan of his doesn't exactly work either... Because he would be buying the gift with your money that you worked 8 hours for at the Monstro Lounge.
Grim lets out a defeated groan. Damn it! Why are humans so complicated!? You're lucky you're his henchman! Or else he wouldn't care at all!
As he was stomping out of the shop with a pout, a little pack of post cards caught his attention. Mainly because one of them had a can of tuna on it. Beside that one however, was a graphic of two people kissing. It was paired with the words, "The greatest gift one can give is love."
... That's it!
How could he have been so blind! Love! That's what you need! You need somebody to take you on strolls around the beach—or whatever people in love do. Finally! He's found a way to brighten your spirits!
Now all that's left is finding your ideal partner... shouldn't be too hard, right?
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"What're you doing?" "Shh! Watching!" Grim shooed you away as he very obviously hid in a bush. You furrowed your brows, looking around.
"Watching... what?" Grim held his paw up to his mouth with a whine, telling you to be quiet once more. A sigh escaped your lips. "Alright then, suit yourself. Ace and Deuce are gonna be here any minute."
You had a scheduled study session with them. Well— more so with Deuce. Ace complained about being left out so he was tagging along. Sitting down on a bench, you waited by Heartsbyul's fountain. Since they were taking their sweet time getting here, you decided to get a head start on some homework.
It almost made you forget about the fact that your cat was trying, and failing, to discreetly hide in a bush behind you.
"Hey, Prefect! Didn't keep ya waiting too long, did I?" The familiar voice rung through the garden. Looking up, you spot Ace walking over.
"Riddle stopped me on the way here. Talked my ear off because I cut one of the roses wrong or something. Real buzzkill, right?" He huffed before his eyes drifted to the side. Of course, his eyes went to the beast that stuck out of the plants. Ace raised a brow as he stared at Grim in the bush.
"... So— What's his deal?" "I honestly have no idea. I tried asking him about it and got shushed."
The red card soldier laughed in amusement. "He shushed you with his tiny paw? That's hilarious. You're a real push over sometimes, Prefect." Ace teased, lightly elbowing your arm as he took a seat beside you. You rolled your eyes before changing the subject.
"Where's Deuce? I thought he'd be with you?" Trappola mischievously grinned at your question, leaning back on his arms.
"Mr. Honor-Student is stuck helping Trey in the kitchen. He accidentally bumped into 'em earlier when he was holding this huge cake and it went splat everywhere! You should've seen it!" You and Ace continued to chat, your homework apparently long forgotten as he told you more about what happened with Deuce.
Meanwhile from the distance, Grim watched you two. As your self proclaimed cupid, Grim decided he needed to consider all his options for your potential lover. Even Ace. Yuck.
Nonetheless, Grim knows you best. And he knows you're prone to bad decisions, unlike himself of course. So maybe Ace would be a good fit for you?
He's been in more trouble just as a first year compared to a lot of the juniors. Maybe the thrill is what you need to get out of your slump?
Grim watches as Ace digs through his bag, handing you a tiny, cherry flavored lollipop. He grabs another for himself as the two of you dink your lollipops together before plopping it into your mouth.
The grin on your face is one of relaxation— an expression communicating peace, something you’ve been missing for a while as you listen to Ace continue to blabber on about whatever.
That face… it’s the look of love!
Haha! Grim's found your ideal match in less than an hour! Score! That's what you get when you're dealing with the future greatest mage of all time!
Now he's just got to get you two to confess your undying love for one another, right? He can do that easy!... Wait, how does he do that?
Grim thought extremely hard, way harder than he was used to. Back at Sam's shop... the two people on the postcard were kissing, right? So that means Ace needs to kiss you! Wow, look at this genius making plans on the fly. It's a wonder people don't ask for his autograph when he walks by.
So, in order to get you and Ace to kiss, he needs to get your faces close. Easy!
Glancing around him, the direbeast spots stones scattering the ground. One by one, he scoops them up in his paws, all different sizes. The bushes rustles as he changes positions. If you or Ace notice, neither one of you seem to care. Obviously. You two are so in love, you can't see anything else!
Grim nearly topples over by the time he gets where he needs to be. The rocks are heavier than he anticipates, but none of that matters. All it means is that his plans will be more effective. The biggest rock lays in his good paw as he lets the others fall on the ground in front of him. A calm, stabilizing breath escapes from his throat as he winds his hand back, further and further and further until...
"Ow! What the—!?" Ace's head is pushed forward ever so slightly as a rock collides with him from behind, his lollipop falling right out of his mouth. You shoot him a weird look and raise a brow as you halt your movements, taking the sweet treat out from your lips. A wide, toothy grin appears on Grim's face. He's quick to load up another rock. "OW! This has got to be intentional! Whoever’s doing that better— Hey!" Ace whines, attempting to cover his head. You blink in surprise, leaning toward Ace. "Uh, are you okay?" "Does it sound like I'm okay!?"
You're moving closer to him to check on him, and Ace is moving closer to you to get away from the stones. Perfect!... Except it's not enough. You're close, but not kissing close. Time to bring out the big guns.
Grim takes another, deeper breath before emerging out from the bushes.
"Maybe it's acorns." Trying to ease the pain, you put your hand on the back of Ace's head. "Gah! I think a bump's forming!" Ace groans, attempting to shoo your hand away. "Nothing a bit of ice can't fix. No need to be a baby." You tease, shrugging your shoulders as you look away from Ace.
“Grim are you seeing this?” Turning around on the bench toward the bushes behind the two of you, you’re expecting to spot Grim instantaneously. “Grim?” A hint of concern plagues your voice as you glance around for Grim. “I’m the one being attacked and you’re worried about him?” Ace whines beside you, lightly kicking your leg to get your attention back on him.
He doesn’t get the acknowledgment he wants as you stare at something behind him moving scarily fast.
"Is that...? When did he get back there?" "YOU'LL THANK ME LATER!"
Charging full force into Ace's back, Grim slams directly into the boy, shoving him into you. The card soldier's body is lunged forward, his face connecting with yours. Score!
... His victory is short-lived as, instead of one of those romantic, accidental kisses in the movies, Ace's forehead crashes into yours. Hard. Hard enough both yours and his head begin swelling instantly.
Both of you lean back, rubbing the spot with pained hisses. The lollipop in your free hand fell to the ground beside Ace’s.
"Grim! What the hell!?" You growl, opening an eye to glare at him through the pain. The direbeast freezes, akin to a deer in headlights, especially as Ace bounces up. "You're the one who was throwing rocks at me too, huh? Oh, you're so dead!"
Mission aborted! Abort mission!
Safe to say Grim is crossing off Ace from your 'True Love' list as he bolts away from the crime scene, swiping both of the fallen lollipops on his way out.
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BONUS
Sitting on your bed, you press a thing of ice to Ace's head, a small chuckle escaping your lips as he dramatically whines from the contact. He too has an ice pack against your forehead, though you seem much more composed with the injury.
"This sucks. My head hurts everywhere. And my arm is getting tired from holding this up." He complained, his hand holding up ice to your bruise slipping as he lets his body collapse forward into you. His head rests in the crook of your neck. You can practically feel his pouty expression against your skin.
"I know something that might help?" You hum, taking the two ice packs and discarding it onto your nightstand. Ace flickers his eyes up from his place against you, quirking a brow. "Oh really? What, you gonna cast a spell or something? Wait, news flash, you can't! Magicless little Prefect—"
His words are cut off as he feels your lips softly press against the bruise on his forehead. The speed in which his cheeks begin to take on a color similar to his hair is impressive. He stares at you, a bit dazed. You can't help but smirk.
6. What is your favourite gender? not your gender. your favourite.
7. What is your least favourite colour?
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Apparently, introductions are “important,” or so Epel insisted. I don’t really know what people are supposed to write here, but this seemed easier than having him remind me every few days.
ABOUT ME
I’m Anatolia but you can call me Tolia for short ig. Thats what Vil calls me at least.
Most of the things I post will probably be scenery, things I find pretty, or whatever happens to catch my attention. I don’t talk very much, but I’m usually reading what shows up on my dashboard.
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I propose to you — an ungodly blend of ‘hot cheeto girl in the back of class’ and ‘35yr old waitress at a road-stop diner’ Yuu lol.
Just like Floyd, she uses nicknames more often than not since there are way too many people on campus. Defaults to generic ones when interacting with faces on the daily (honey, love, sweetie, darlin’, etc) but once she sees that someone’s a reoccurring character, they get their own nickname
Takes no shit. Can and will (affectionately, sometimes) lecture you for chewing with your mouth open or assaulting her nose with that cheap ass body spray
Makes the best bed’n’ breakfast on campus. Grim and anyone who spends the night at Ramshackle flaunt that they’ve already eaten once they hit the cafeteria. Step aside ghost chefs. No one does flapjacks like Yuu
Carries a chunky purse instead of a schoolbag. Professors don’t care because she always has her work, even if it’s all organized in one folder. It’s a magic purse. You need a pen, gum, mints, sanitizer, floss, note to skip class, shoelace, glucose tablets, lotion, perfume, sewing thread — she got it
Whacked Ace upside the head on that first day. Clocked that condescending tone before he even finished explaining the great seven, tugged him down by the collar, and asked if his momma knew he was using that tongue to cause drama. Asks if he wants to keep his teeth
Smells like warm vanilla and cinnamon. Can always be caught with an iced coffee or chewing cinnamon gum. Will always offer a stick if you’re a sweetie
Pinches cheeks when offering praise. Will ask the tall ones to bend down without shame. Follows with an affectionate tap (or slap, for the smart mouths. Looking at you Jamil.)
Strict bedtime of ten-pm. No one. Ghost, student, prof, bird, direcat - she does not care. No one gets in the way of her sleep. Lights go out and if you wake her up then you will be paying for it all the next day. She don’t play
Does hair when bored or nervous, and thus Grim is constantly getting his fur combed.
Wears her red lips every day without fail. Refuses to be without
Sleeps in hair curlers, boxer shorts (with the flap sewn up), tube socks, and oversized shirts with the collars cutout. Doesn’t care who is sleeping over, she won’t be caught dead wearing a bra in her own house.
Can fix all freshmen’s behavior with just one look. Select others as well.
Back to the nickname deal — Earning your nickname is like a right of ascension to these boys. It’s the universal house-key that grants rights to bunking at Ramshackle and a prefect that will throw hands on your account. She will. The moment her jewelry comes off and Grim has her purse, someone’s about to be rock’n’rolled
Bonus bonus ++ : Every time Yuu tacks on ‘My’ to the name, it’s when she’s extremely affectionate or defensive. Usually clear which but the boys are down.
Bonus bonus bonus: They mock each other with the nicknames when Yuu isn’t around, usually mid-barb or when trying to provoke each other (Leona will slit throats if anyone else calls him ‘kitty’ so no one dares. Maybe Lilia.)
I present to you the “Yuu Compendium of Nicknames”:
Grim - Boss (Munchkin)
Jack - Tiny
Azul - Cannoli (sounds like calamari, simple yet rich in flavor)
Riddle - Kettle (piping hot, ready to scream lol)
Ruggie- Honeysuckle // Sticky (StickyFingers)
Ace - HotShot
Deuce- Dewdrop
Vil - Beautiful
Rook - Creampuff (ties with ‘you are like papa’)
Epel - Honeycrisp
Leona - Kitty / Kitkat (in public)
Trey - Candyfloss
Cater - Tatertot (Catertot)
Kalim - Sunshine
Jamil - Trouble
Floyd - Noodle (squirmy smarmy eel lol)
Jade - Sweetpea (he is anything BUT sweet)
Lilia - Moonpie
Malleus - Kalamata (black olive)
Sebek - Big Guy (Sebek is a but simple man.)
Silver - Starlight
Idia - Matchstick
Ortho - Bluebear / Button (Cute as a button)
Skully - Pumpkin
Rollo - Rollo (As in the candy. Yuu won’t elaborate on the pun, just that it is indeed his nickname. It drives him insane)
Guidel - Seedling / Kiddo
Ernesto - Peanut (carnival vibes)
Chen’ya - Tigger (he’ll never know)
Crowley - Pigeon (He hates it)
Crewel - Patches (because of his tailoring work)
Vargas - Sir MachoNacho
Trein - Professor (the only one she respects lol)
Lucius - Whiskers
Sam - Lucky
———
“You hungry there, sugar? There’s a candy jar on the table. Help yourself” <- Spoken to every guest visiting the dorm.
———
“Nah. Look. Look me in the eye, hun. This is what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna march yourself down to that pier with the receipt and get that girl a replacement for whatever it is you spilled your coffee on. Puff ya chest — rustle that fuckass combover you have cause sweetie it ages you by sixteen years — stop on the flower shop on your way back and take her the switch with a lil somethin’. That’s how you romance. Never pick up one of those magazines ever again, they won’t get you anywhere with the ladies” <- Yuu, inserting herself between two Savanaclaw second years she’s never met that are getting dating advice from a shitty men’s world reddit forum.
———
“Close your legs when you sit sweetheart or I’ll give you a reason to house an icepack between them” <- Spoken to Ace taking up half the fucking loveseat before pushing him over to sit down.
———
Yuu: “Evenin’ there Kalamata, rough night?”
Malleus: “You knew I was here before I showed myself. How?”
Yuu: “Honey, the porch lights start flickering fifteen minutes before you arrive.”
———
Yuu: “There’s my Sunshine! Funny seein’ you on my doorstep at this hour though.”
Kalim: “Morning!"
Yuu: “Morning? Honey, it's three in the afternoon."
Kalim: “Ahaha…I overslept."
Yuu, tracing his eyebags: “I noticed. Might want to rethink your bedtime.”
———
Riddle, while trying to keep his cool after a group of freshmen broke two sets of fine china.
Yuu: “Easy there, Kettle. Your ears are goin’ red again.”
Riddle: “I am perfectly calm.”
Yuu: “Sure you are”
Riddle: “and stop calling me that insufferable nickname in front of everyone.”
Yuu, pinching his cheek: Then stop lookin’ so cute when you’re mad, maybe I will.”
———
Jade, after taking over half of Ramshackle’s fridge to store his ‘experiments’
Yuu: “Sweetpea, if you got another one of your little mushroom experiments in my fridge, I’m gonna make eel tapanade.”
Jade: “My, how threatening.”
———
Trein, getting the respect he deserves in this hellhole.
Yuu: “Professor, would you like some coffee? It’s fresh off the pot. Two creams, just how you like it”
Trein: “That is considerate of you, prefect. Thank you.”
Yuu: “Course it is, Professor. You’re the only sensible one here that I can rely on.”
Trein: “I am not certain if that is a compliment?”
Yuu: “It is where I’m concerned. Drink up.”
———
Even after chapter seven, she still sees Lilia as someone to dote over. Maybe even more. Helps that he’s staying over…though she won’t let him in the kitchen. The horror stories will remain just that. Stories.
Yuu: “Moonpie, you better stop sneakin’ around my kitchen and take a seat. You’re my guest so you don’t have to lift s finger.”
Lilia: “You make that sound like I’m a child offering chaos rather than help.”
Yuu: “Darlin’, you’re older than dust. Just put your butt in that chair or so help me.”
Lilia: “Kehe ~ yet you still worry over me. What a sweet thing you are.”
———
Immediately after being provoked in chapter one:
Ace: “You’re lucky I don’t hit girls.”
Yuu: “And you’re lucky I don’t fold you like a lawn chair. Now apologize to my friend and move on.”
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End of Chapter four. Chilling with Vil over ice tea and discussing fashion magazines in Ramshackle.
Vil: “…urk. One thing that I couldn’t stand whole staying here is those curtains. They don’t match.”
Yuu: You’ve got really beautiful lips, did I ever tell you that?
Vil: No, but thank you for the compliment.
Yuu: No problem, hun. Now keep them shut.
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Epel walks past her in the cafeteria. Her wrist shoots out to stop him.
Yuu: “Epel.”
Epel, sweating because she used his name: “….y-yeah, prefect? Wha’ can I do for you?”
Yuu: “Stop wearing that fuckass body spray and use the one Vil gifted you. Trust me, love. Spare your pals their nosehairs.”
Gonna ramble about maybe Yuu angst(?? Dunno if this count as angst) in general? If u don’t like angst then uhhhh proceed at your own caution :3 also horrible ahhhh grammar sorry i was putting my thoughts down immediately and didn’t wanna lose train of thought uhhh yap-a-tron 3000 here, maybe corny stuff idk 😭
Do you guys think that maybe one day if Yuu somehow manages to leave Twst and goes back to their home world do you think they would get stuff they would remind them of the Twst guys (playing cards for ace, maybe a mini motorcycle toy or figure for deuce, a keychain of Cater, a ceramic made dessert of Trey, maybe a mini hedgehog plush or ceramic of Riddle? Etc etc Idk if these items can fit these characters sighhhhh sorry if it doesn’t fit them 😭😭) because they wouldn’t want to forget about someone they treasured or tolerated back in Twst and thinking just maybe hoping the guys back in nrc wouldn’t forget them (if they were close with someone that is)
meanwhile the Twst guys slowly but surely forgets about them It’s starts out small…
maybe forgetting a small thing they liked or a conversation they probably had with the prefect but slowly creeps up to them starting to forget what their eye color was like …then their hair (if ur idea of what Yuu looked like haves hair)
which was weird because before they were able to clearly recall before they left, then they start to forget how they laughed (if they even laughed) was it like a polite laugh or a hearty laugh? was the laugh able to light up the room?…they probably don’t remember at this point maybe some of them start to get a bit upset at this (if they had a close relationship with the prefect), then they start to forget the way they talked…
then they forget how they smiled then after a while they start to forget how they looked as whole and now at this point the people who were close to the prefect cried about this…maybe some of them start to regret not trying to convince Yuu to stay but how could they…they probably had a family, friends, a life to get back to. They didn’t even belong in this world
It would be cruel to ask someone to stay and begin your new life without your family,friends, maybe pet(s) they loved and treasured..maybe some of them regret not leaving with Yuu but they probably wouldn’t fit it since they have magical abilities and maybe where the prefect is from magic doesn’t even exist and so they probably would be taken away from the “prefect” and probably be experimented on
would be horrible if someone developed a crush or longed for the “prefect” during their stay in twisted wonderland because they longed for someone who didn’t even belong in their world, an actual anomaly, a complete accident.Their love being unrequited and maybe r heart forever belonged to them (extra point’s if said character was royal so they probably had an arrange marriage to someone they wouldn’t love back because the person they truly loved…doesn’t exist anymore and is back in their world probably happy and with someone they loved)
and at the final stage of them forgetting the “prefect” is forgetting them whole…they forget how they looked, talked, laughed, smiled, their name, everything…Grim is probably crying because he forget his (one and only) hench-human and probably tried to go through a photo album the “prefect” had but as grim looked there was no signs of said “prefect” and only pictures of the environment they took, friends…if they even had any, some things people would consider mundane or small. Then as time would go on the ramshackle dorm would go back to its original form it once was when the “prefect first arrived and the ghosts in the dorm would be lonely again..
in the end the only thing that exists of the “prefect” is their title and maybe some small record of their grades (if they were a student) that exists in a bookshelf far from the public eye and probably only the headmage and teachers can access and left to rot in dust
yeah that’s just about all I wanted to say :3 uhhh yeah kinda sad I’d u think about it
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ace decides that today is the day he's finally going to start "seriously" flirting with you. unfortunately, ace's definition of serious flirting is apparently finding the worst pickup lines known to mankind and using them with complete confidence. it starts when you're minding your own business and he suddenly slides into the seat across from you with a grin that immediately makes you suspicious. "hey," he says, leaning forward dramatically. "did it hurt?" you already know this is going to be terrible. "did what hurt?" "when you fell from the vending machine?" a pause. "because you're lookin' like a snack." the silence that follows is so painful that even ace visibly cringes at himself. yet instead of stopping, he doubles down. throughout the day, he keeps appearing out of nowhere with increasingly awful lines. "are you a magic pen? because you draw my attention." "are you a history textbook? because i could stare at you for hours." "are you grim? because you're setting my heart on fire." that last one is so bad that even he starts laughing before he can finish it. by this point you're convinced he's doing it on purpose just to annoy you. the problem is that ace is having the time of his life watching you try not to laugh. every groan, every eye roll, every attempt to walk away only encourages him further. he'll follow you through the halls looking ridiculously proud of himself while deuce repeatedly tells him his pickup lines are terrible. ace, naturally, takes this as a challenge. the thing is, buried beneath all the nonsense, there are moments where his real feelings accidentally slip through. moments where he looks at you and forgets he was supposed to be joking. moments where the teasing grin softens for half a second. then he'll panic and immediately hit you with something horrendous like, "are you a blot monster? because you've been taking over my mind all day," completely ruining the moment. by the end of the week, absolutely nobody knows whether ace is trying to flirt, make you laugh, or actively sabotage his own chances. including ace. all he knows is that hearing you laugh at his terrible pickup lines somehow makes every ounce of secondhand embarrassment worth it.
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