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I'm crying, this is too well written

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 recovering from an overblot is no easy task. but luckily, you're there to help him through it all

gender-neutral warnings: - PTSD from overblots - Slight Panic Attack (not full-on) genre: angst and fluff a/n: - i did my best to write heavy angst, because lets be honest. there is NO WAY these boys recovered from overblotting so quickly and peacefully like in the game. bc apparently riddle was healthy mentally and physically enough to be able to attend and host the new unbirthday party ?? i dont think so- - inspired by this lovely post, i'm not sure if the author made a riddle version but here it is! - pictures don't belong to me, they go to their original owners! - please give me feedback :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

Limping, you cradled the basket in your hands. You were carefully to not roughly shake them lest you spoiled the items that you took a few hours to collect with the Heartslabyul dorm leader in mind. Your arm ached at the additional weight, yet you shouldered it as you approached Heartslabyul's vice dorm leader.

"Trey?"

He let out a hum as he gave you a gentle smile. Although, you didn't miss the concerned look as his amber eyes landed on the multitude of bandages around your leg and the way you covered your neck with a turtleneck to hide the scars from the battle during Riddle's overblot.

"How may I help you?"

"Is Riddle here?" You ask, wincing slightly as you shifted your weight to your other leg. "I want to see him."

Trey directed you down the corridor as you slowly walked behind him, admiring the hallways of Heartslabyuls. Strange stairways pathed in ruby red carpets leading to rooms on the walls, floating upside-down chairs, tea-cups nailed to the walls which had picture frames of red roses, Heartslabyul's interior was a wonder to marvel at. Finally, you came to a stop before a grand doors, the archway in the shape of a heart.

Before Trey opened it, he turned to you with a concerned look in his eyes.

"Just...be careful," He murmured, running a hand through his green hair. "It was only a week after his...you know, but Riddle is still a bit sensitive. Treat him like a doll, okay?"

You gave him a gentle smile, patting his shoulders, before knocking softly on the doors.

"I'll be fine, Trey," You responded as the vice dorm leader motioned to leave. Once he was out of sight, you called out to him.

"Riddle? May I come in?"

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Riddle Rosehearts sat at his desk, his back was ramrod-straight and his hands gripping onto his book so tightly that one would wonder how the pages weren't torn yet. Tears were slowly escaping from his eyes, trailing a salty path down his cheeks; little sobs choked up in his throats. His shoulders were slightly shaking before he shoved the book aside and let the sobs overtake him. What was the use of hiding them? No one was going to come in anyways...he was all alone in his big, empty room.

Why are you crying?! This was all your fault! If you had just followed Mother's rules, you would still be the queen!

"N-no..." Riddle held his head in his trembling hands. "Quiet, quiet- please!"

If the troublemakers still cause more chaos in our kingdom, execute them! Off with their head - but for real! Execute the sinners! Come on, my queen, shouldn't we?! SILENCE THOSE FOOLS-

"Shut up!" Riddle screamed, hitting himself in the head. That voice - the voice which he had grown to hate over the days, kept telling him to do something rash, something cruel, something inforgivable. He couldn't possibly listen to it, he shouldn't! He was beyond glad when he put up the silencing ward around his room to prevent eavesdroppers.

Riddle's body trembled harshly, acting like a fragile body within a snowy blizzard. Tears fell freely from his eyes as the voice continued to taunt him.

That's right, let those insecurities brew! Let them bubble, let them rage, let them ENGULF YOU.

YOU ARE RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, THE DORM LEADER OF THE QUEEN OF HEARTS' DORMS.

YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO HER NAME.

"I-I'm not!" He shouted hoarsely into the empty room. Something within him panged greatly as the voice spoke. It was like it was tearing his soul from the inside, a wound that he couldn't heal.

Riddle hates himself for succumbing to these thoughts around a week ago when he overblotted. The fearful expressions on his friends' faces haunt him from morning to night, the way he didn't give a damn whether or not someone died because of him. Riddle attacked his friends, with the goal to silence them, the ones who had been there for him time and time again. Trey, who had been with him since childhood, Cater who supported him with bright grins and sunny personality, even Ace and Deuce who he reluctantly admitted he was fond of. Most importantly, he harmed you. A magicless prefect; vulnerable, and easily taken advantaged of during a fight involving a deadly dance of magic. He hates himself. Perhaps he was the tyrant that he deserves to be titled.

Great Seven, Riddle feels so alone, and so absolutely terrified of himself. His hands couldn't stop shaking, the choking feeling in his throat whenever he desperately gasped for breath. Riddle couldn't help the feeling of disgust as he looks at himself in the reflection of his glass bookshelves, depressingly sobbing into his hands, until he heard your name.

He believed it was a delusion, until he heard the knock again.

"Riddle? May I come in?"

Standing up with trembling legs, Riddle waved his ruby-topped pen around his face. A chill settled onto the areas of his eyes and nose, using it to push away his bloodshot appearance. He must remain perfect in front of you - who was he to cry when you suffered the most? Magicless and he attacked you without mercy. You stayed in the infirmary even longer than he did and he overblotted!

Once he deemed himself satisfactory to be under your gaze, Riddle took a deep breath before putting on a poker face. He approached the door before opening it cautiously.

"Yes, prefect?"

You gave him a gentle smile, a smile that he wasn't worthy of receiving. His steely grey eyes couldn't help but notice and outright stare at the scars that you suffered at his hands. An obvious limp on your dominant leg, a large bandage wrapped around your right wrist, and a carefully-chosen dark-colored turtleneck to hide the collar-like scar around your neck. Although you did your best to hide it with long sleeves, it was still so painfully obvious that you were in some sort of pain.

All because of him.

"May I come in?" You lifted your basket; he hadn't noticed it even after he scanned your body. You held in a wince, but even that was picked up by his ears. "I brought you some items and little gifts for you, things that I use whenever I'm down or stressed. Can I join you?"

Riddle blinked. Y-you wanted to be with him? Voluntarily? Even after what he had done to you?

Honestly prefect, you're so confusing at times.

The petite redhead nodded and turned to let you in, briefly inhaling the soothing scent he always associated you with and never failed to put him in a blissful mood. It was enough to lift a smile onto his lips, one that remained as he shut the door, re-installed the silencing wards, and turned to face you; you had made yourself comfortable on his large bed and were waiting for him with an eager smile, cross-legged and basket open.

"What's all this?" Riddle shrugged off the cape and hung it over on his chair before gently climbing onto his bed. He mirrored your position, eyes curious at some of the items you brought. There were some candle scents, a strange dice with fiddles and knobs on the sides, a delicate box with a sweet scent of strawberries coming from it - when did you prepare all this? And for him?

Why would even care for a tyrant like him? He tried to kill not only you, but your dearest friends?

You should have stayed away from a monster like him.

Monster? How dare you call yourself that! You are the Queen of Heart's faithful heir; you should carry out her legacy! You aren't a monster, you are the queen! Silence the fools! Silence, I say!

He felt the slight tremors going through his veins before his hands began to shake. He gripped them tightly and his smile began to strain even more. It was more of a grimace at this point.

"Riddle."

You took his hands in yours, using your thumb to gently rub circles into his smooth skin.

Breathing was getting harder by the moment as he felt his walls crashing down, failing to withhold the hurricane of depressing emotions that he never wants to show you.

He was undeserving of such pity. Who was he to unload all his baggage onto someone so pure and amazing as you? He should keep it all to himself-

EXECUTE THE RULE-BREAKER! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, MY QUEEN?! OFF WITH THEIR HEAD!

"Riddle, breath with me," You murmured.

Shakily, he tried his best to repeat after you, focusing on your breaths like it was the only sound in the world. In and out, in and out, in and out; it was the only thing going through his mind, acting like a mantra. Slowly, he felt himself calm down and his logical feelings kicked him. Why had he broken down in front of you like that?! He was so weak-

"Hey," You trailed your hands upwards until they were cradling Riddle's face. Tears, embarrassingly enough, had already begun to well up in the corners of his eyes. "Hey, Riddle. It's okay, I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you. Don't forget that I'm always here."

With those reassuring words, Riddle felt himself break. He ends up sniffling, trying his best to muffle the noises - which turned into loud, inevitable bawling. Sobs echoed in his room as he leaped into your arms, like a child, crashing against the surface of the fluffy pillows his bed was overflowing with. He nuzzled his head into a comfortable position, legs tangling with yours (while careful to avoid your injury), hands fisting your shirt into a tight knot which was sure to leave wrinkles, and teardrops wetting your shirt.

He's melting, he's absolutely vulnerable at this moment, and he couldn't look more like a child than he is at this moment. But he doesn't care, because at this moment, what he needs is you.

"Hear my heartbeat?" He heard you breathe out. Riddle nods against you, squeezing your and his legs tighter together. He continues to curl up, desperate for your warmth that chased away the voice in your head. The re-occurring bump-bump was a soothing noise to hear. "Just focus on that."

Bump

Bump

Bump

"Don't l-leave me," Riddle begs, looking up to peer into his eyes. The salty tears help to bring out the glimmer in his eyes, making them shine like jewels. Despite the bloodshot areas all over his face and the strange choking-like noises whenever he talked, Riddle continued to cry. "J-just stay."

Riddle sniffled, letting out a strangled cough as his throat closed up. His eyes were blurring over from the salty tears, yet he did his best to meet your eyes.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for hurting your friends, I'm sorry for everything! Just stay! Please!"

You give him a smile and in this moment, Riddle feels that for once, everything will be alright.

"Alright, I'll stay. I'll stay as long as you want me to."

For once, the voice left him alone and all Riddle could hear was you.

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Nicknames for Y/n with Atsushi, Kenji and Chuuya?

This is very short but I hope I didn't disappoint you ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა! Enjoy reading!

!English is not my native language!

Atsushi Nakajima;

• I think he's very shy about saying nicknames. Perhaps only “Y/n” or a general nickname.

• Tries to use “Honey/darling/baby” for you but embarrassed.

• I think over time he will get used to using nicknames.

Kenji Miyazawa;

• This cute boy will call you nicknames like “Sunflower/Sunny” or just “Y/n”.

• He may have asked Yosano by nicknames.

• Just puppy love.

Chūya Nakahara;

• He would often use "Dumb/stupid" in an endearing form, but mostly "Baby/darling/honey/Doll."

• He reminds me of the classic caring husband.

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݁— ANCIENT HISTORY ON TWISTED FAIRY TALES. if your heart bids it, take the hand of the boy reflected in the mirror.

↳ CHAPTER 1 : heartslabyul "for painting my roses red, someone will lose his head.

↳ CHAPTER 2 : savanaclaw “just between us, you might want to work on that little roar of yours.”

↳ CHAPTER 3 : octavinelle “Come on, you poor unfortunate soul. Go ahead! Make your choice!”

↳ CHAPTER 4 : scarabia "desperate times call for desperate measures, my lord."

↳ CHAPTER 5 : pomefiore "the huntsman has brought me proof. behold, her heart."

↳ CHAPTER 6 : ignihyde "it's a small underworld, after all, huh?"

↳ CHAPTER 7 : diasomnia "… before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she shall prick her finger - on the spindle of a spinning wheel."

— FORBIDDEN TALES. all of my series

{ 📎 : the crowned princess of ramshackle

↳ ONCE UPON A TIME IN TWISTED WONDERLAND, buried under towering stacks of papers, the ramshackle prefect is stuck at her decrepit dorm, mulling over homework and magical textbooks. however, it seems that a strange magical tiara found in the depths of her attic might just change her plans for the night.

status: discontinued

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hcs for Kunikida + hugs?

Hello anon! This post was supposed to be published yesterday, but I forgot to do so. I apologize and enjoy reading!

!English is not my native language!

Kunikida Doppo;

• Starved for touches!

• Please don't do this in public, he doesn't want to be distracted from his work and he doesn't want clients or other ADA employees to see his red face.

• He can hug you during breaks, putting his face in the crook of your neck, hugging your shoulders.

• If you want to stroke or play with his hair, you can see that he is relaxing and press closer so that you continue.

• This ideal man needs a break and words of encouragement from you!

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Chuuya and Uraraca(bnha) reader PLS!

Chuuya Nakahara and Uraraca(Bnha) Reader

I made the Reader a teenager (as in anime canon) and it's strictly a friendly relationship!

!English is not my native language!

Chuuya Nakahara;

• It seems to me that you two accidentally collided and your ability was activated. When you were returning from school, And Chuuya from Mafia headquarters.

• Chuuya initially thought it was because of his ability. But after a quick calculation, he realized that there was no orange glow on him when he used the ability. And that can only mean one thing...

• You are a gravity user...! How does he..!Wow..!

• That's how you met.

• You didn’t immediately become friends, but just acquaintances.

• Every time meet on the streets of Yokohama, just walking when Chuuya has free time from the Mafia. Although he was not sure whether it would be safe for an ordinary resident of the city to be with the executive director of the Mafia..

• He will not reveal that he is from the Mafia. For your safety and mine.

• After the time of your acquaintance, Chuuya began to invite you to a cafe.

• И твои глаза загораются от счастья, и ты думаешь, что это, возможно, ангел с небес!

• In a cafe? For free?? This is a lot for you!

• Perhaps he trains you a little? Or maybe you both expand your capabilities together?

• He probably knows Izuku from your words and thinks that he looks like a tiger boy or a boy with a straw hat.

• Generally good friends?

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DoA /Rats in the House of the Dead

Kamui:

Nothing yet...

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Nothing yet...

Nikolai Gogol:

Nikolai fluff headcanons

Sigma:

Nothing yet...

Bram Stoker:

Nothing yet...

Ivan Goncharov:

Nothing yet...

Alexander Pushkin:

Nothing yet...

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I'm finally finishing the headcanon "Chuuya and Uraraka! Reader".

It will come out later, but it will come out!

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I'm back!

I've been gone for a very long time! I'm really sorry! I had my problems in real life and a lot of studying that I didn't write so much time!

I will try to write your request this week.

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So tired of fyodor x reader fics where he sees you as dispensable and degrades you like what about ones where he worships the ground you stand on because you're the only life form that he can see beauty in, and therefore pure in his eyes. Like cmon guys where are the fics where you're the light of his life and the air he breathes, I get the other way is more cannon but 😣😣

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Wip, Coming out today or tomorrow...

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Could I ask for Nikolai and Dazai headcanons?🙈

Nikolai Gogol headcanons

I don't know what genre you wanted, so I made fluff headcanons in relationships with the characters. Enjoy your reading ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

!English is not my native language!

Nikolai Gogol;

• Your dates will be very chaotic and unusual.

• He doesn't have much time because of his work at DoA, but he tries to give you attention and care!

• He loves it when you praise his magic tricks and the quiz shows he puts on for you.

• He sometimes hides your things so that you can find them for you and be the prince on the white horse who saves his princess/prince.

• Lots of teasing and A lot of awkward moments for you.

• He is not shy about embarrassing you in public places, within normal limits of course.

• He used his ability to steal some things to give it to you! For example, what you were looking at in the clothing store.

• Perhaps Sigma knows about you because Niko talked about you.

• Favorite nicknames for you : Dear/Honey, Birdie.

I wrote this in about 10 minutes... and now is the night when I will publish it. I need to sleep to gain strength for tomorrow. I think I'll write Dazai's Headcanons tomorrow. I'm sorry!!;(

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yay! How are you?:3

I'M ALIVE. AHAHAHAHA.

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Hihiii!! <33 I would like to request headcanons of a jealous Mushitaro x reader and also the other way around, pleaseeee 🙏

I know it's basic but, I haven't seen one fic/hcs of this man being jealous nor his reaction if it's the reader who's jealous 😔

This is so real. I think he gets jealous and is in denial about it. Then is really guilty about even being jealous. He's that type.

Headcannons: Jealous! Mushitaro and Jealous! Reader.

Mushitaro

Mushitaro gets jealous really easily, actually

He pretends he doesn't, because he doesn't want to admit that he's the type to. But it's painfully obvious

Anytime he sees you talking to another guy, a part of him dies inside

He tries to play it off, but he will suddenly butt in and become annoying

Almost like a bug, he grabs the back of your shirt and tries to almost tug you away from any scrub who dares to talk to you

The other guy is receiving the worst, nastiest glare in the meantime - Mushitaro will make it known how much he hates having your attention on other guys

He thinks he's smoothe and hiding it from you. You know, it's his ability to hide things

But you notice. It's so obvious.

Please please be gentle with him. He just is a little insecure and doesn't want to lose you

Dude cries at the thought of you leaving him fr. He gets jealous because he's scared of being alone again </3

He might be a little too attached ;(

Jealous for Mushi 🥺

You might have codependency issues

Obviously, you and him have talked - you're very secure in your relationship

But then you see a girl touch his arm and it's like she tried to start a war with you

You don't engage directly, but you have to obnoxiously mention that he's YOUR boyfriend 3 times in a conversation with her

Because yes. He's yours

To be Frank, she might not have even been looking at him that way at all - this is her job

But you can't give her the chance

You're practically glued to his side, grabbing at him as if he was going to turn to dust

He's holding your hand, but it still doesn't feel like enough compared to the huge knot that sat in your throat

Later, he's probably holding you and saying that he'd never leave

I feel like he's the type to stay with one person for a very long time, so he would be loyal to a fault

He would cry at the thought of leaving you, and would hate to think you'd ever think of him like that

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Send your requests and idea, my brain is very empty right now

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I recently submitted documents to college with a degree in Pastry Chef. I am very happy, and September 1st will be my first day there!

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i like ur...blog eats it up..cutely... nom nom

hehe, I try for you