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I have to say, I love how you write Che’nya with all my heart. Your fic about waking up in the morning with him left me in shambles (but in the best way possible). I’d love to see more one day if you want to ever write him again…sorry I’m really shy about this but just know your fic made my fluttering heart very happy🤍🥺

hii Amanda, thank you so much!!!! I love to write about Che'nya, he's my favorite after all! don't worry, I still have some things planned for him, so I'll definetly write him again, as soon as I finish my other wips! I'm really glad you liked my fic, it has a special place in my heart as well <3

[Valentine's first spring - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.

Notes: gn!reader, fluff with a bit of angst, riddle's mother is it's own warning, wrote this in like an hour while listening to Valentine by Laufey and First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

The wall was red. Not too vivid, to not hurt the eyes to look at, but not quite light enough to be pink. Riddle remembers clearly, the hours of staring at it, locked in his bedroom, marked it in his memory, burnt a hole and stayed at the back of his mind. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes long enough, he feels as if he's staring at that wall again.

As a child it felt agonizing. He stared and stared and stared, trying to will his brain to keep quiet for a little while, to stop thinking. He never managed to do that, not like the other kids, who always looked so cheerful, without a care in the world, only thinking about the present moment. Riddle wasn't like them, he never was. His brain didn't look at the wall and wondered about what the next episode of a cartoon would be or what sweet he would eat next or what prank he'd pull with his friends.

No, he wasn't like these misbehaving brats, his mother told him so. He thought about the exercise he couldn't get right and his mother's disappointed frown. What should he do to be better? He didn't want to be burden, the least he could do was get a simple exercise right. Other times he would think about the high grade he got on his latest test. His mother looked pleased then. Not happy, she was never happy, not around him. Perhaps if he only put more effort into studying, if he followed the rules, if he did everything as she told him to, perhaps then she would smile and tell him he did a good job. She loved him, she told him so. It just didn't feel like it, sometimes.

After meeting Trey and Che'nya, he stopped looking at the wall for a while. He was happy, he couldn't stand that reddish color anymore, nor his stray thoughts. He met a blue sky and green on the streets and the world was full of color. He bid the wall goodbye for good. 

Even so, he missed staring at it when his free time was taken away from him. Back when he still could, his mind would rest a little and he could pretend he was doing it out of his own free will, not because he didn't have any game to play or any non academical book to read or any candy to snack. The books were nowhere as comforting as that familiar red shade. His chest ached. He wondered if that was what love felt like.

After his overblot, Riddle was lost. He was thankful for your help, for you stopping him from commiting even more mistakes and making him see how he was doing things wrong. Still, he couldn't help but resent you a little for opening his eyes, forcing him to leave the comfortable zone he was in.

He was taught to follow the rules, since it was the right thing. Naturally, everyone should do the same. Have their mother's never taught them how to behave? Riddle could do the job, put everyone in line, make Heartslabyul follow proudly in the Queen of Hearts' steps.

But the rules weren't always right, human nature was a complicated thing, there would always be exceptions. He couldn't expect everyone to act like him when they weren't brought up the same way. He should have been more considerate to their feelings, stopped to hear their justifications before collaring them mercilessly. 

Riddle had never wanted to be a tyrant. He only ever had wanted to be a good ruler, someone his subordinates can count on.

He continued to be lost as he stared, alone, at the cooking book's instructions. Trey was so kind to lend it to him, even after all the mess he had made, even after everything he had put him through. He still smiled at Riddle and tried to help, in his own way.

Riddle wanted to cry, then. He wanted to apologize over and over, to thank Trey until he couldn't talk anymore, to ask why didn't he stop him sooner, why did no one tell him he was wrong, why did his mother mislead him so? He felt like a child, so small and pathetic. A lost child, at that. He refused to let the tears fall and only thanked Trey politely with a strained voice. From his firend's pitying smile, he could tell Trey saw through his façade easily, but didn't comment on it, letting him save the last bits of his dignity.

Wallowing in self pity wouldn't fix his mistakes nor get the tart done. He should get started as soon as possible and follow all the steps perfectly to bring a most satisfactory result. Although he couldn't find the measures for the secret oyster sauce Trey had told him about. 

There's a sudden noise at the kitchen's door as someone enters, surprising him. Riddle turns around, not expecting any company, much less yours.

"Prefect. Have you forgotten something here?"

"No, I didn't. I wanted to see you, actually."

There's dread in his gut and his hands tremble slightly. He's not sure how to act after the stunt he pulled, after he had put you in danger on your first week, after he broke down crying in front of everyone. Perhaps you're here to demand a better apology or to mock him. So be it, he'll take it all gracefully.

"Oh? What for?"

"I want to help."

There's a soft smile on your face, determination shining in your eyes as you roll up the sleeves of your uniform and look around for an apron.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Your smile turns into a playful grin and you let out a victorious sound as you put on the apron you found laying on the corner. 

He's baffled. What were you talking about? Ace made it very clear he should do this alone to prove he was truly sorry for his past actions.

"I'm... not sure if I understand."

"Well, it's just that I didn't want to leave you alone after... uh... everything." You make a motion in the air with your hands, as if it would be enough to sumarize the whole disaster that had transpired. "You don't have to isolate yourself, you know. You can count on us if things get too tough."

There's a strange lump on his throat and he swears he has stopped breathing. What were you talking about? Why were you being so kind to him, of all people? You haven't even known each other for that long and he has only caused you trouble the whole time.

"Also, I had a lot of fun baking with the guys! I want you to have fun too! The more, the merrier, and all that."

You walk to his side in order to look at the book, all smiles and confidence in a pink apron. He stares at you in shock, scooting away as soon as your elbow makes contact with his. He feels tingles on the place, as if your touch could burn. You pay him no mind, reading carefully the list of ingredients. 

"Alright, sounds easy enough. Let's get started, then!"

"Wait. You don't have to do this. I don't need your pity, prefect, I can handle myself just fine."

Riddle wants to slap himself as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but he couldn't let you help. He needed to this alone, that's how he's always done things. Your stare makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn't understand it, it isn't the disappointed one his mother gave him, nor the pitiful one from his dormmates. If he looked long enough, he would have concluded it was an understanding stare, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I don't pity you, Riddle. You knew what you were doing and you deserved to hear those things from Ace."

His breath hitches and he's never felt so ashamed before. It feels worse than a slap, to have the truth thrown at him like this. His actions mocking him, his own faults tightening the collar around his neck.

"Still, I can see you truly regret it. And it doesn't feel right to just leave you alone. Don't get me wrong, you're not my charity project or anything. It's just... I understand how hard it is to start again, to try to be better. And it's so much harder when you feel like no one is by your side."

Like an open book, Riddle feels you can read every line from his being, that his thoughts are yours to pick apart. Is he so obvious? He feels rooted in place, a poor fool waiting to receive his sentence at your mercy.

"You're not a bad person, Riddle. I can see that. So, let's start again, together."

Your smile looks too much like the light at the end of the tunnel, like some sort of salvation. His chest expands and contracts again as his breathing resumes, he gulps the dryness out of his throat and blinks firmly, holding the tears in. Suddenly, he doesn't feel as lost as before.

You extend your hand at him, expectantly. How could he deny that? Sparkles fly on his skin as your hands touch, the gentle feeling like nothing he's ever felt before. How did you manage to make him feel like he's floating, like everything will be alright, like there's a shock running through every single bone of his body?

"Come on, we've got a tart to do!"

"Yes. Let's do this." He can't control his facial muscles, a little smile forming on it's own.

Only after both of you had gathered all the ingredients did he remember something.

"There's just one more thing."

"Yes?" Your attention focuses solely on him, head tilted slightly and he feels at the top of the world to have you looking at him like that.

"We don't have any oyster sauce."

The cute inquisitive expression falls from your face, a carefully neutral one taking it's place, making him fidget on his spot, worried he might have done something wrong. He truly didn't want to ruin things with you, not when everything has started to feel right again.

"Why would we need any?"

"Trey has told me it's an unlisted secret ingredient that all the finest bakers use..."

He watches, mesmerized, as your expression cracks, a giggle leaving your lips, followed by another and another until you're full out laughing, eyes crinkled so hard they're almost closed, teeth exposed and chest heaving, pure joy flowing through you. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

Still, he's not sure if he should feel hurt or offended that you're laughing at him. He settles on confusion, not wanting to jump into conclusions.

Once you've calmed down enough to speak again you explain, between giggles sweeter than sugar, that it was only a joke Trey had pulled on you as well. 

The embarrassment creeps up his spine and makes his face blush, cheeks warming up. He would have been mad, had it happened a few days ago. And yet. Your happiness is contagious, making a laugh break out from him, joining the chorus with your melody. 

It feels so silly, laughing together in the kitchen like that, but he's not lost anymore. The air is comfortable once more and it feels sweet on his tongue, it feels like home.

As the time passes, you grow on him, you make a place for yourself in his life, to the point he can't remember how he's ever lived before you.

You study together, you listen to all his explanations attentively, he answers any questions you might have, you make sure he's taking breaks. You take him on walks around the campus, hand clasped in his. You rope him into snack runs, sharing with him a piece of whatever you're having.

You give him hugs without asking anything in return, your arms open and oh so inviting, so alluring. You tousle his hair when you're feeling playful, fixing it gently when he complains. You give him a kiss on the cheek when you're proud of one of his accomplishments, loudly congratulating him.

He's never had this before. No one has been this affectionate with him, so openly and unashamed. No one has treated him like he's precious, like you do. 

Riddle craves you. He has never desired something so fiercely before. He has never had the chance. 

The next best thing he could compare the feeling to was to a strawberry tart. Not any strawberry tart, but Trey's parents' bakery's strawberry tart. Whenever he gazed at the window he would see it on display, the red color calling to him. His mouth salivated just thinking about how it would taste should he take a bite of it, the sweetness exploding on his tongue. Maybe he could satiate the aching whitin him, fill that empty hole and feel happy. Then, his mother's voice would play on his head, reprimanding him for even thinking of consuming that amount of sugar. He'd look away, ashamed, but the red strawberries would always pull his eyes to them again, like a magnet.

Whenever he saw you, he felt the same ache on his chest, but stronger. A yearning to see your smile, to feel your warm hands against his, taste the most delicious red from your lips. Just from having your attention on him it felt like lady bugs dancing on his stomach, making his heart accelerate, face flushing. He craves you, more than any strawberry tart in the world.

It scares him. He's never felt like this, never felt this strongly for anyone. He's still young and sorting his life out, he doesn't even know what he wants to become without his mother's overbearing demands. He's figuring himself out, getting lost in the maze of his feelings. He's always acted older than his age, always complied to his mother's desires, and now he feels younger than ever and he's scared.

Riddle wants you to like him back, desperately so. Still, he can't bear to imagine you saying you love him. The thought leaves him breathless, his chest aches and aches and aches for you and he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.

The fresh breeze of spring brings forth the scent of the flowers scattered across the garden. Riddle can hear birds singing at the distance and the sun's warmth settles pleasantly on his skin, warming up his bones. It's as if the flora has come to life, buzzing in excitement for the season.

There's nothing prettier than your smile directed at him, nothing else that could make him feel like he's lost control of his heartbeat.

Your hands are behind your back and you have a spring in your step as you stop right in front of him. You ask him to extend his hand and he does so, watching intently as one your hands takes his and brings it to your lips, tenderly pressing a feather light kiss on the back of it. His eyes are blown out, his lips drying and heart running wildly.

"These are for you."

A bouquet of flowers in red shades is given to him, your other hand making contact and holding his. A smile blooms on his face, stretching his red cheeks as a loving sigh leaves his mouth. 

"Thank you. They are lovely."

"Just like you." You wink playfully, sticking your tongue out a bit and letting go of his hands. He has to stop himself from reaching out again, missing your warmth terribly.

Riddle clears his throat and motions at the other side of the small round table he's set up. "Please, have a seat."

You do as he says, admiring the decorations he's prepared. Between the red and white roses of the garden, the two of you share a cup of milk tea and a strawberry tart. The conversation flows naturally, telling each other how your days have been and how things are going. Riddle could listen to you all day, every story you have to share captures his interest as easily as you've captured his heart.

It's such a domestic scene, the two of you. Riddle thinks that's what love must feel like. Like a warm embrace, or like the sweetness of the tart melting on his tongue, or like your smile. Not like a red wall and a disappointed frown.

The sun sets in a hue of reds, the sunlight creating a dream like atmosphere between yourselves. The way your relaxed face reflects the colors makes Riddle feel full of affection. He's content, he realises. He wishes he could share a million other moments like this with you, a million other springs.

"It's beautiful." You comment, breathless. You're not looking at the sunset anymore, though. Your gaze is on him and only him, as if he's the most important thing in the world. "You're beautiful." Your voice is filled with sincerity and something else, something that makes his heart ache with yearning, something that makes him want to hear you say that again and again.

It feels so much like a confession.

He can't help but blush, red like his hair. He's never had this before, he's not sure how to react. So, he blurts out the first thing he thinks of, the truth slipping from his lips.

"You're beautiful too."

It feels like a promise.

You look surprised, eyebrows rising and mouth opening. He's surprised too. And then you laugh, honey dripping from the sound. You look pleased as you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers and squeezing it gently. 

The table is small, small enough for you to lay your elbows against it and come closer to his face, for your other hand to cup his red cheek and bring his face closer to yours. Riddle is lost in the moment, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his free hand resting against your shoulder. 

As your lips press together, Riddle feels elated. His fingers tremble and grip harder onto you, not wanting to let you go. The kiss is slow and so tender, so sweet. He can taste the strawberries on your tongue, can feel your thumb caressing his cheek. You deepen the kiss and he lets out a whimper from deep within, a sound filled with sheer want. He lingers over this moment, wanting to commit it to memory, carve it on his soul.

You pull back, separating your lips. Riddle chases after you, wanting more, needing more. You giggle and nuzzle your noses together, such an innocent act that it feels more intimate, somehow. You've got his heart on your hands and you hold onto it with the utmost care, so much so that he can't feel himself ever regreting this. If he could, he'd like to kiss you, and only one, for the rest of his life.

"Riddle." The way you say his name is soft, not breaking the moment. "Will you be my valentine?"

He opens his eyes and traces every inch of your face, his hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you closer. He gives you a chaste kiss, trying to satisfy his craving enough to be able to get the words out from his throat without choking on it.

"I'd love to, if you'll have me."

Your answering smile is exactly what he needs. Your lips connect again, it feels a lot like love.

Masterlist

twst boys on a school trip 🚐

♯— crowley (after being bribed) prepares a little reward for all his students’ hard work. a trip to an amusement park!

cw: gn!reader, crack and fluff, sfw, carsickness. ortho = strictly platonic. wc: 900+

notes: double posting bc i’m crazy. likes and reblogs are appreciated!

𓏸 arrives an hour early

sunglasses? check. sunscreen? check. emergency first-aid kit? umbrella? a spare change of clothes? extra money? check, check, check. he even bought an extra backpack in case the huge camping one he already bought wasn’t enough. he was not taking any chances, scratching the nape of his neck and tapping his foot impatiently as his stomach rumbled.

admist all that preparation, he forgot to have breakfast.

RIDDLE, AZUL, jack, sebek (was overexcited)

𓏸 takes mugshots on transport

drool is running down the corner of your chin and your head is rested on his shoulder, lolling to the side a little when the vehicle travels over a bump or indent in the road. he thinks you look absolutely hilarious, snickering under his breath as he pulls out his phone. his best friend gives him a warning look but he’s rolling his eyes. you have so many pictures of him looking atrocious, but he has none of you. of course he’ll delete it later if you tell him to, & you can always get him back for it on the way home. he snaps a selfie of you both: him in the foreground, grinning, you in the background, barely visible due to his broad shoulders, his friends frowning around you. adds heart emojis and sends it to you before making it his lockscreen.

keeps looking back at it afterwards and smiles. nobody else understands what’s so endearing about that photo for him to be looking at it so lovingly. he’s holding his phone with a dreamy look on his face… cringe.

ACE, CATER, lilia, floyd, rook (he genuinely thinks you’re beautiful like this. what is wrong with him.)

𓏸 the reason the trip takes twice as long

blame the rough road, not him. his stomach is doing flips as he lurches forward, hand flying to his mouth. get him out of this wretched thing! you’re calling for a teacher when he spills his guts all over you. horror paints his whole face as he realises what he’s just done. you meet his eyes with a grimace. your bottom half is ruined. he will never live this one down.

does anyone have a spare change of clothes?

AZUL, IDIA, JAMIL

𓏸 heads straight for the food

yeah, rides were cool. but amusement park snacks? it’s time for him to eat his fill. such a vast plethora of different things… the smell… his mouth is already watering…

oh, are you hungry? you want to share some of his...? bad news. seems like he ate all of it already.

GRIM, RUGGIE, (he thought it was free. you had to pay for him in the end)

𓏸 passes out on the rides

he’s holding onto you tightly as the rollercoaster climbs higher and higher up it’s path. why did he go on this again? for fun?

oh righttt, he’s trying to prove how capable he is to you. you can lean onto his shoulder if you’re scared, okay? you’re at the peak of the rollercoaster now, carriage slightly tilting as you exchange apprehensive glances. huh… this is kind of romantic? he opens his mouth to say something. what if he confessed—the rollercoaster whooshes down faster than he expected it to. you’re screaming at the top of your lungs when you feel a sudden weight on your shoulder. you turn to see him PASSED OUT?? you’re frantically shaking him but receive no response. he’s a goner.

the ride’s camera snaps a comical photo of him. you’re buying it instantly. he pushes it into your hands telling you to keep the events of this ride a secret. this was for your eyes only, okay? you just wave him off absentmindedly with a smile before checking up on his condition. for a second you were scared for him!

he internally fistpumps. he might not have gotten to confess, and he may have looked like an idiot, but at least he got you to dote on him. so who’s the real winner here? (…it’s not him...)

EPEL, DEUCE, RUGGIE, KALIM, TREY, SILVER

𓏸 survives all the rides like a champ

what? you thought a place like this would take him down? please. give him more credit. this is child’s play. literally.

but feel free to reward him for being brave.

VIL, LEONA, LILIA, ROOK, FLOYD, JADE, JACK (not cocky, just proud. jack is built different)

𓏸 still stuck on claw machines.

he doesn’t care if these are rigged. he. WILL. get. that. plushie. he noticed earlier you were looking at it, but before he could ask you about it you were getting dragged away by another student. this is his chance. he’ll win this prize and give it to you!

except his money is being run dry. each time the claw machine picks the plushie up, it just falls again! or if he manages to grapple the toy, it slips out before he can even get it to the drop zone. he’s been at it for at least half an hour and there’s a cue of children behind him asking when it’s their turn. parents are cursing at him for hogging the machine and his patience is running thin. just one more try, and he’ll give it up. just one more, okay?

IDIA, ORTHO, RIDDLE (he doesn’t know it’s rigged.)

𓏸 was left behind

he’s clutching the amusement park flyer with a grim look on his face, lips pulled into a perpetual pout. where is everyone? he leans against the school entrance; it feels as though crickets would start chirping at any second. looking through the gate, there seems to be no sign of any other people around, or a school bus—or anything at all. the area is desolate, lacking the life or incessant chatter a school should have.

as he checks the time on his non-existent wristwatch for the umpteenth time, his eyes widen and then narrow again. he realises that he’s been left behind.

MALLEUS (teleports there enraged)

-boops your nose- send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose.

thank you anon! consider my nose lovingly booped!

[ ✽ ] ˖ ˚ ◞ ┊ʺ CAMPUS CRUSHING WITH HEARTSLABYUL

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ the twst boys as campus crushes has been keeping me up at night. i’ll come at you with my hcs of this each day or so for a different dorm. my victims today are HEARTSLABYUL

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ gender neutral reader

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ warnings ,, just an itty bitty bit of angst in ace and cater’s parts but other than that , fluff

[ ✽ ] ┊⠀❛ this is me trying to implement headcanons into my tumblr portfolio

you can’t tell me that…

riddle isn’t that insanely smart kid who’s on the debate team with you. for whatever reason it is, whether it be his dream goals or because his mother set certain precedents for him to achieve, he does everything scarily well on everything. you never knew him too well, just well enough to get your team pass competitions, but you wanted to know him better. he was always invited to the post win parties, but almost never wanted to actually take part in them, making up excuses for himself to not attend. just as you were leaving the auditorium to walk towards the buses, you caught up with riddle, gently tugging his arm to get his attention. it shouldn’t have made him blush the way he did. you practically begged him to join you for the party being held at one of the other member’s homes and he reluctantly agreed. he thought it was worth it for the way you smiled. “ i see… well, i suppose, i could accompany you… but of course ! it’s for the sake of sportsmanship ! ”

you can’t tell me that…

cater isn’t that social media star of your school. you are his friend. not the kind of friend who just kept him in good graces for the sake of clout, but instead the friend who could see through all of his happy captions. you were always there for him, but you didn’t know if you’d be there forever. graduation was steadily approaching and you grew solemn at the thought of you both losing that connection you had. you blamed it on school, but the reality was that time simply didn’t think that the two of you would be going down the same path. and then the night before graduation came. he was on your bed, painting his nails for the next day and you were engrossed in your books. that was until he looked at you and spoke about his worries of your drifting. the dam broke and you cried about how you didn’t want to lose him to others who’d never know him the way you did. his words reassured you, “ we’re gonna be close all the way till we’re old. who else is gonna be able to get the perfect pictures for me ? ”

you can’t tell me that…

deuce isn’t that cute guy who sits next to you during the lectures. he’s always so focused on his work, unless he’s asking you for extra help. his brows are usually furrowed, his bottom lip pushed outwards slightly, and his eyes filled with a sense of urgency. so, you’d lean over and explain the lesson to him in simpler terms. your whispers would kiss his cheeks and paint them peach, and he’d pray you wouldn’t notice. you help caused his grades to raise, so he thought to seek you for extra help outside of school. he told you that he’d pay for your help, but you refused his money and decided that payment would be best through a date. if only you had known how much his heart burst at the thought. over the week, he studied with you at your home and on the weekend, he took you on a lovely date to a nearby creek. you sat beside him, feeding the ducks as they came close to the both of you. “ i really like these ducks. i used to come here a lot when i was younger and even named a duck at some point. ”

you can’t tell me that…

ace isn’t that total asshole that you’ve been friends with forever. you went to preschool, high school and now college together. in college, you began to notice a shift in his character. he was trying to climb up a social hierarchy, one that you would never fit in. you never said anything about it, just turning his invites down, since you actually cared about your grades. or so you would say. in reality, it was hard for you to watch ace lose himself in the presence of people who’d never met his heart. he missed out on your birthday, just so that he could go and hang out with people who could care less about his well-being. you went to your dorm and cried and cried till your throat ached. ace only realized how badly he messed up, half-way through the hangout. when he did realize, he left immediately, going out and buying all the things he knew you liked before barging into your home with three bags in each hand. “ i’m such an asshole and i should’ve listened to you. i fucked up , but i still want to hangout with you tonight. ”

you can’t tell me that…

trey isn’t that student who also works at a nearby bakery. he’s pretty well-known around the campus, but not in the super popular way, but in the reliable way. he’s always been the type of student who’d just give the answers or extra notes when someone asked. he also made the most horrible april fool’s jokes when the time came, but other than that, you never had an opinion of him. that was until the day you came into the bakery, just five minutes before closing, tears streaming down your cheeks and books in your arms. you had the worst day ever, as you called it after you explained that your partner cheated on you, and that you were failing in a class because of an absence that you forgot to call in. he decided that it would be fine to close the bakery later that night. soon enough, you found yourself frequenting often, either to study with trey or even just to chat with him while he works. “ hmm ? i don’t mind you visiting all the time. just like the first time i told you , the doors are opened to you all the time. ” 

tags ,,, @ghost-hyacinth  @pandoa @idiaia​ @sleepybunboo  @mlk082​

dm me or send an ask if you’d like to be on it as well !

ROYAL CATER AND REBEL ROOK SO TRUE SO TRUE

I've got a confession to make. I've only realized Grim is named after the Grimm brothers when I was rewatching eah and they mention the Headmaster's name and it's like a light bulb went off in my head, I just sat there like "oooh wait that makes sense!" 🤡

(sorry the poor made edit) I just realized something...

Imagine calling the dorm leaders babygirl 🗣

ANON HELPP THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I SAW AFTER WAKING UP

honestly, I'll just expand on it a bit more based on their reactions here! again, pls don't take it too seriously, it's all in good fun!

Riddle: is astounded at your audacity and will lecture you about respecting others, be prepared to listen to him speaking for 2 hours about proper conduct in a school enviroment. don't call him that again, for your own sake.

Leona: laughs at you and will use it against you. YOU'RE the babygirl now. he's not offended or anything, he's mostly amused. will exclusively call you babygirl until you ask him to go back to herbivore, people are starting to give you some weird stares.

Azul, babygirl extraordinaire: he is the babygirl ever but he'll never admit it. also acts offended and blushes from head to toe. his composure is broken and it takes some time for him to recover. if you're close and alone somewhere he'll still do this, but deeeeeeeep down he kinda likes it. just a little bit.

Kalim: thinks you're just joking with him and laughs along, very good natured! he tries to find a similar nickname for you. will let you call him that even around other people, much to Jamil's displeasure.

Vil: has the most judgmental look that has ever been directed at you. he silently stares and then proceeds with his day as if nothing happened. he won't aknowledge it ever happening should you try to bring it up again.

Idia: bursts in pink flames, starts stuttering and muttering so much you can't understand a thing, won't look at you in the eyes for a week afterwards. he knows it's a joke, being used to using internet slang irl himself, but he can't help but let it affect him. kinda likes it too if he's being honest. not that he'd ever admit it.

Malleus: he is confused. is this another human costume he isn't aware of? perhaps a new affectionate nickname that you've came up with for him? please explain it to him better. once you do, he'll simply find it amusing that you had the gall to use such a term with him, but also he's oddly flattered by it. let's you keep calling him that should you wish to, just make sure you do it as far away from Sebek as possible.

Ello there! This isn’t a request >.< this is just me saying that I really liked the club activities scenarios! My fellow short companions Epel and Riddle have even more respect from me for doing such things with others being flippin living skyscrapers! I’m just the tiniest bit shorter than Epel, and I am not athletic in the slightest, so it was a pleasure to read! I’m not too sure how you feel about asks that are not requests, but I still wanted to say that I enjoyed your writing very much! You’re doing a lovely job and I wish the best for you!

HIII ANON ♡♡ of course you're welcomed to send asks about anything anytime!! I love to talk and I will appreciate any chance to ramble lol

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY !!! I'm literally smiling so wide right now, your feedback means a lot to me!! I'm super glad you liked them, I had a lot of fun writing (giggling while making reader suffer the most ridiculous situations possible and the boys pining for them)

Oooh you're so right, Riddle and Epel do deserve a lot of respect for their hard work!! I think the other guys at spelldrive club might have made fun of Epel the first time he went to pratice only for him to prove his height means nothing and he's just as determined as them! now for Riddle, the problem was the horses since they can be hard to handle, depending on it's personality, but I'm sure he did the best possible job and his horse respects him a lot!!

LMAO I GET U, I think it's pretty clear I'm not athletic as well, couldn't even imagine doing all the things I put reader through (actually, I've only ever played basketball before on pe classes, the rest I had to do a lot of research so it was very insteresting to write!)

YOU'RE LOVELY ANON, I wish only the best for you too!! <33

things I noticed about the broom bloom birthday cards (based on ONLY Jamil & Ace)

This might give us some insight on the patterns future cards in this series might have! Please note that this may become outdated when other cards roll around.

I didn’t notice any pattern for the interviewers yet except that Silver and Epel happen to be in the same year as the birthday boys they spoke with.

It seems like a lot of the interview questions themselves are centered around magic, the birthday boy’s feelings about it, and how it is used (what is his best subject, how strong of a flier is he, what makes him glad that he is able to use magic, etc). More magic lore?????? 👀 We also get a few more personal questions about what the boy hopes to do in the future and what they do in the future.

It seems that both Jamil and Ace’s bouquets have dahlias in them, which are the birth flower for the month of September. This may indicate that future birthday boys’ bouquets will also feature their respective birth month flower.

Something I noticed when Ace was teased was that his background and Jamil’s are flipped. Notice how the sun is on our left side in Jamil’s but on the right side in Ace’s. I was wondering why that was…? But then I saw their Groovies (spoilers below the cut) and I thought maybe it was to indicate different times of day??? Jamil’s is clearly at daytime and Ace’s at night… but that’s kind of weird considering that the sun rises in the east (Ace’s) and sets in the West (Jamil’s).

Continuing from the last point, maybe the difference is Groovy lighting and sun placement is because Jamil is first in the month (day) and Ace is later in the month (night)? Maybe the two boy that share a birthday per month will follow the day/night look.

Hmm, what about the boys who are the only ones in a particular month (Sebek for March and Leona for July)? Maybe they’ll be somewhere inbetween day and night, or maybe Sebek will be day (since he comes first) and Leona will be night?