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"Religion was taught

with Riddle Rosehearts"

Male Reader

You held your breath as you awaited his response.

You'd liked Riddle Rosehearts since you first met him. Learning what kind of person he was, even despite his flaws. It was like he was easier to love. Knowing he wasn't perfect made you cherish each imperfection he may have had.

You were sure he liked you too. After all, he was so kind to you specifically. More than a friend. The way his volume lowered, or the fact that he eased his shoulders when you were around. You couldn't have misread the signs that everyone in his dorm and others seemed to pick up on.

"But..." his expression was unreadable. His mouth opened and closed. He knew you were waiting for a response, but he couldn't give one. He wasn't raised with this. What if his mom knew? If she found out she'd surely-

...

"Riddle, it's okay if-," he cut you off.

His tone changed with a short and cold statement coming from his lips.

"You're disgusting." For a fraction of a second, you could see a wave of regret wash over him. But he stayed strong in his delivery. Painful words. "Don't come near me again."

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"The look of love

with Diluc"

The man's usual hardened gaze never fails to make you smile.

You admire with a lovesick expression plastered across your features. Diluc working hard for his business, (and loved ones), as always. It was so hopelessly amazing to you. He could be so devoted to so many things that pique his interest. He juggles all the hellish schedules and late nights with enough time to kiss you good morning and good night.

"You're staring." An astute observation from the man of your dreams. "May I know why?" You watched as he pushed his seat out of his desk to meet you when you approached.

You kissed him when your bodies were finally close enough. Nothing serious. Just a small peck.

But it was enough.

It was enough for his rough demeanor to crumble instantly. Upon the contact, his eyes fluttered closed and open again. A soft sigh left him as he embraced you by your waist.

"So this is it," he chuckled. "You just wanted attention?" You didn't laugh though. With lips still parted, you pondered why. Why did you want to do this?

"The look in your eyes," you trailed slowly, "it's like love."

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“Oh, I'm sorry! Are you an artist?"

"Uh huh!"

🎀 — Creator

🧸 — Connection

🌷 — Coffee

🧦 — Creations

"Are you famous?"

"My name's Orange Blossom."

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"Am I cruel

with Vil Schoenheit"

"Don't be ridiculous," was all you said when Vil asked if he was ugly. It was playful, as most of your responses towards him were. You worked on your soon-to-be due assignment from the comfort of his bed. Basking in the silence was comforting until you heard him clear his throat.

You looked up and were surprised to see him staring directly at you. "I don't mean looks. Are you aware of that?" You only nodded.

That wasn't good enough of an answer.

"Despite all I am as a hero or villain; do you think I am ugly?" A furrow of his brow told you this was more than just a curiosity. It was an insecurity. Something rooted in fear and chaos of his mind.

You were careful in your movements. Setting all your notes and books aside. Maneuvering from your spot in the middle of his bed onto the edge and sliding off. Walking over towards him as he glared with a guarded expression.

Your responses were inadequate to him. That's been made known. And now you had the responsibility of making it right.

"You're not either, Vil." Hero or villain. "You're human, and that to me..." you trailed off, reaching to hold his face, "...is the most beautiful aspect of you."

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"You keep me...

with Epel Felmier"

"A fight?" He winced as you pressed a pad to his cheek. "What were you thinking, seriously?" The boy had nothing to say for once. His witty and rather irritating replies fall dead on his tongue.

They said something about you. Some savanaclaw nobody had the nerve to speak ill of you. He couldn't just sit there and say nothing.

But in trying to defend you, he only caused you more chaos to deal with.

"'m sorry," was all he could mumble as he tried to push the cloth in your hand away. He didn't want you to tend to his wounds. He just wanted you to say you accepted him still. Knowing that he screwed up, Epel just wanted to know that you still cared about him, (as if you tending to his injuries wasn't enough).

You allowed him to remove the cloth from your grasp. Rather than focusing on his wounds, you focused your eyes on him. Just like you knew he wanted.

He leaned forward until his head rested on your shoulder.

"Please, forgive me."

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I love the fact that I've published five books, containing prose or poetry of some kind.

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"Untreaded territory

with Jade Leech"

"What are you doing, weirdo?"

A small gasp came from your boyfriend. You already knew what was about to come. His award-winning performance.

"You..." he faked a small sob, "wound me with your cruel words."

Through his closed and solemn eyes, he took a small peek to see your reaction. As usual, you had a look of adoration. The same look that sent him into a dizzy spell.

He was fighting a smile. "How am I meant to continue knowing my lover holds hatred for one such as myself." His façade cracked so immensely whenever he was around you. It was almost comical.

After seeing you weren't offering any more of a reaction, he resumed his gazing at your eyes, or underneath them.

"Have you ever noticed the discoloration underneath your eyes? Azul has it as well." Regardless of any thoughts you had about your eyes before, hearing Jade be so blunt about referring to them was enough to make you nervous.

"My eyebags?"

"Is that the proper term?"

He reached a gloved finger up towards your face. Stopping a few inches away, he waiting for you to nod or say yes to him moving closer. A silent question that became routine.

"I don't care much for Azul's, but yours are fascinating."

"Really?" You had hoped your voice came off as more sarcastic than desperate. it wasn't like you needed him to validate something as silly as that.

He chuckled though. "I'd love to just pull them from your face, season them, and feast on them." With such sincerity, he ensured his delivery was soft and almost a coo.

"Thanks..."

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Mohammad's campaign

Please like or reblog to share this story

Remember that every bit helps to those in need

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"Stretched shirt

with Azul Ashengrotto"

You traced shapes into his torso. And he wanted so badly to push you away. He felt the need to run or hide away from your loving eyes. Disguising himself in the surrounding terrain to keep himself safe from a possible enemy.

But he couldn't allow himself to be weak once again.

You were no enemy. You were his lover.

"I fail to see what is so enjoyable about this," he muttered as you moved your fingers to his hips. The outline of the bones filled you with an odd sense of pity. Or maybe just sadness.

You were proud of Azul and how far he's seemed to come with his confidence and body image. Still, that didn't stop you from wondering how he'd be if he didn't calculate every meal. Allowing more than just bone to be added to his figure.

"You've stopped. Are you done?" He interrupted your silent conversation.

"No, I'm just thinking." Knowing he wouldn't let you go without an idea as to what it was, you continued. "What would it be like if you were still chubby?"

". . ."

Neither of you spoke. You didn't elaborate further. And he didn't respond. But you knew he reacted. He tensed up. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything.

". . ."

"I suppose I'd have you to love me...even if I can't love myself on some days." His voice had a small tremble to it, but that showed his sincerity. And you nodded along with him before resuming your tracing.

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"Cracked Walls

with Jade Leech"

Sexual topics ahead!

"Please, be gentle with me," he spoke. His voice was soft, with an even softer tremble to it.

To an outsider, the idea of Jade Leech being at another's mercy is unheard of. Much less than that, being anxious towards a situation with his partner.

But you know that this took a lot for him. You recall those nights of frustration from him when he shoved you off in a state of panic. Strings of apologies came after his outbursts from the vulnerable position beneath you in the air of intimacy.

But this time, he swore it would be different.

He flinched when you touched his bare stomach. You were about to pull away from him in case he was already overstimulated, but he was quick to grab your hand and hold it there.

His eyes were glued to your hands as you sat next to him, rather than above him. Watching your every move in case he needed to act. He hadn't heard you the first time you spoke due to the ringing in his ears.

"Jade," he hummed finally, "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." Unsure of how to react, he remained unresponsive. The way you were sure he heard you was the tightened grip on your wrist on his body.

"I won't stop you if-," you cut him off.

"I need you to."

An air of silence covered you guys. He didn't understand your meaning. Wasn't this about letting the other do as they please? Why were you objecting it?

"I need this to be comfortable for you as well."

"I-," he hesitated, "okay."

When you were done, he held onto you tightly. Like he'd lose you completely if he let go. His chest would rise and fall at an unsteady pace.

But he seemed comfortable, relaxed. And no matter how spent you were as well, you made sure to focus and care for him. After this, you weren't sure how he'd handle the idea. But you'd be there for whatever he felt.

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"A prank is what this is

with Kalim Al-Asim"

"I love you," you confessed after another one of Kalim's extravagant parties. Everything had been cleaned up, with all the guests gone. The only ones who remained were you, who volunteered to assist Jamil with the tidying, and Kailm, who convinced Jamil into going to bed after all was said and done.

The air immediately went tense. A string of silence hung over the two of you as he kept staring at the corner of the couch where the two of resided. His eyes seemed to soften, or harden maybe? With Kalim, it wasn't an expression you'd seen before.

When you studied his face, you couldn't find an answer to his reciprocation.

It was known by most students as he'd shown off immensely, that you two had started dating casually. He had waved off any questions of how his parents, or just family in general would feel.

If he was so proud, why was he seeming to struggle so heavily now?

"You don't though," he whispered after a few minutes of eerie silence. He had a small pout on his lips that failed to reflect the steel stare he gave when he held your eye contact.

Before you could even ask what he meant, he was quick to continue. "No one's cared for me aside from family. I learned that." You felt a pit in your stomach take place. "I'm sorry for not being able to...but I can't share the words. I-!"

Tears formed in his eyes. Ones that you wished to wipe away.

"I won't let you use me too."

I had the question of whether or not I believed Kalim would've had trust issues after the betrayals he's faced, so I wrote it.

Could be out of character, since I didn't have too much of a vision.

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hii :3

can i req a fic about lilia vanrouge / cater diamond (either one is okay, i’ll leave it up to you!) where masc!reader comes out — telling them they’re actually Not a cis guy?

"Dry your eyes

with Cater Diamond"

It was when you two were in his room. He was scrolling through magicam, occasionally showing you fun trends he wanted to try. One of them involved one of the guys dressing up feminine. And he joked about how it would be fitting for you.

It wasn't intended to be personal. You knew that. Especially when he wasn't even aware. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

So you told him.

"All men can wear feminine stuff without being seen as girls, you know." His voice was softer than you were familiar with. In contrast to his typical energetic act, he was speaking without any hint of playfulness. "You're still a guy, regardless of stupid stuff like what's in your pants."

It was difficult to speak. Seeing him treat you as normal instead of differently wasn't exactly expected. He didn't even seem too fazed by your confession.

"Why would I be affected? You're still you. And if you're anxious about the dress thing, we don't have to do it. Or I can wear it if you'd like."

I wasn't sure if you wanted headcanons or a scenario, so I let it be more open for dialogue with the reader

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"Coward's way out

with Jade Leech

Jade Leech, who foolishly uttered the words he'd kept secret since his realization that you were the object of his adoration. "I'm truly infatuated with you/."

Typically, you would be so engrossed in your own topics of conversation that you'd be unable to hear any mumblings. So why is it that you heard him?

You looked at him with such a soft expression. One that carried an air of perhaps...reciprocation. But he wasn't one to be kept waiting.

Being a witness to anticipation and anxiety frightened him. He was vulnerable. With his heartrate increasing by the second, he excused himself.

His eyes crinkled as he offered his best 'intimidating face,' before apologizing for an abrupt exit.

From that day forward, he avoided the one he seemed to adore. The infatuation was still present from the way he would look out in his own way. But he refused to feel weak again.

Even as you would call out to him, he'd smile and turn away. Scaring your friends to create a new barrier between you two. A barrier that would be more alike to a burnt bridge.

He was a coward. That's it.

And his escape? His escape was avoidance.

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Just a rant

I was the most amazing person he’d known. That’s what I was told, as one of his best friends. And like a lovesick fool, I believed him. Because when you’re harmed by someone of the opposite sex, I’ve learned you gravitate towards that aspect you sought in them prior.

And for me, it was the connection. Being sexually assaulted by the boy I viewed as a best friend, I chased after another in hopes of proving I was wrong. That there was good, and while that’s not false, it hurt. It hurt so badly.

Because he didn’t really care. Not the way he claimed to.

In his own words, he felt nothing. While I felt everything.

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“I need you to need me”

It’s a silly phrase for a child to relate to. After all, it’s intended to be the opposite way. Where the offspring is meant to rely on the parent.

But in a weird way, you give me a sense of purpose. Whether it’s making dinner or turning off your light so you can sleep. Maybe it’s allowing you to rant or cry on my shoulder. I don’t have to do something huge to be there for you in some way.

Just as I give you reasons to try, you do the same for me.

I wish I could express that more.

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“I don’t like how things change”

It isn’t merely distaste for the concept of the rug being pulled out from underneath you. It’s a defined hatred of being thrown forcefully into the depths of the unknown. The panic that pools in the pit of your stomach when the once familiar becomes vastly different and strange.

It’s as if all laws of life that you’d known before are removed from your line of sight as you’re glued into that spot. A spot instilled by your own fear and sickness in regards to the wretched sense of adjustment. A sense you’re unable to adhere to no matter how desperately you wish you could.