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Hello 🙌! I really enjoy your blog a lot 😳! If I may make a request (it’s 7 characters I believe?), can I get either a scenario or headcanons (whatever’s easier) of the TWST first years + Ruggie & Azul’s ‘Oh. Ohhhhh.’ moment? Like, when they realize that they feel something different from normal (romantically I mean 😉) and how they react (both internally and externally), do they immediately panic or are they just like ‘yeah okay lol’? Thank you 😊😘!!

Hi, @twistedreblog!

AHHHH! This is so cute! I love those "Oh... OH." moments in writing, they're always so much fun!!!

GN! Reader, Fluff

His moment isn't anything really special from an outsider's perspective, but boy does it hit him like a ton of bricks when he realizes. He's eating lunch with you one day and waited for the perfect moment to strike, managing to make you burst out laughing the moment you'd taken a large gulp of your drink.

You spit-take immediately, bursting into giggles even as your drink of choice is dripping down your face and all over the table in front of you. You can't even stop your laughter as you're scolding him, grabbing for fistfuls of napkins and complaining about it running out your nose and "Ace, you absolute jackass!" Even as you yell at him there's no real malice behind it.

He realizes then, through his own chuckles as he hands his napkins over to you, that he wants to make you laugh like that every day for the rest of his life. It's a bit terrifying, honestly, how strongly he feels for you. He doesn't say anything in the moment, but if you pay attention you'd notice that his expression for the rest of lunch was just the slightest bit softer than usual.

"I spy with my little eye... Something that begins with the letter 'D'." You and Deuce had begun an idle time-passing game of I Spy while waiting for Ace to meet up with you, taking turns gazing around your surroundings and making the other figure out what you had in mind. "By the pond... The ducks?" Deuce guessed. "Nope! Not quite."

"The door! The big one, at the main entrance." "Nope! I'll give you a hint though, it's one of my favorite things." Deuce furrowed his brow, head pivoting wildly as he took in everything within your vicinity. "Are you sure it isn't the ducks!?" You barked out a laugh, swatting him on the arm. "No! It's you, dummy. Deuce!"

You could only watch in barely restrained delight as Deuce's face hit a shade of red to rival Riddle's. "Y-You can't pick me! That doesn't count!" "Sure it does! I can see you, can't I?" As the two of you playfully bickered, Deuce refused to let go of what you'd said. he tucked it carefully in the back of his mind, only to be pulled out and acknowledged when he was okay feeling particularly vulnerable. One of your favorite things, was him.

The two of you are enjoying a pleasantly sunny afternoon out on the campus grounds, you sat beneath a tree with Ruggie's head sprawled in your lap so you can fiddle with his little, cubby ears while he relaxes. You mumble something he doesn't quite understand, so he forces himself to crack an eye open. "Whuzzat?"

"I hope you wear a hat in the winter." You respond simply, attention not yet drawn away from his ears. "You lose a lot of heat through your ears, so be sure to wear a hat when it gets really cold out, okay?" He blinks up at you, framed by the sunlight, face serene as you stroke his fur. Even now, in the summerlike heat, you're worrying about his well being?

His heart gives an eager, stuttered thump, and he's most certainly blushing. But he plays it off well, letting his eyes slide back closed and melting back into your touch. "Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be just fine." And he will, as long as you're there with him, at least.

"Jack! You've got a cut on your hand!" "It's just a scratch, Prefect. Nothing to get worked up over." He tries to stop you, but you're already taking him by the wrist and dragging him over to your seat, forcing him to plop down as you scamper off somewhere to get a first aid kit. You return with it quickly, rummaging through the contents until you find an antiseptic wipe and a bandage within.

"You say that now, but you don't want to get anything in it in Alchemy class. Here, let me." Your hands are painfully gentle with him as you wipe over the small open wound, like you're worried you'll somehow hurt him further. Pausing for a moment, you lean in slightly and blow carefully over the cut, as if to try and soothe it, before gently sticking the bandage in place.

Your expression, brow furrowed, lips slightly pursed as you blow over his tiny wound, it's enough to get Jack's heart thundering like a runaway wildebeest. He stammers out an incredibly sharp "Thanks." Before standing up so fast the chair goes tumbling out from behind him. The entire time he's retreating from the room you can see his tail wagging into a fluffy, white blur.

"Azuuuuuul. Take a break. I'm bored." "I'll be done shortly." "We can play cards!" "When I'm finished." "...Go Fish?" Azul sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. As much as he'd come to regret giving you unlimited access to his office at the Mostro Lounge, allowing you to come and go as you saw fit during his working hours, he did have to admit he'd been seated in one place for far too long. His back was starting to get stiff.

"What are you working on anyway? Blackmail?" And suddenly you were behind him, chin tucked on the crown of his head as your arms draped over his shoulders, flopping over his body like a large ragdoll as you peered over his work. He flustered immediately, turning a remarkable shade of red as he began to swat at your intruding arms. "Do you really enjoy bothering me this much every day? Surely there's better entertainment!"

"But I like being around you!" And with one, earnest sentence, you finally chiseled open the doors on Azul's heart and successfully wormed your way inside. For once he couldn't muster up a retort, tucking his chin as his face began to burn. You really liked... Being around him? "J-Just one round of Go Fish then. I suppose. "Yeah! Thanks, Azul!"

(Minor spoilers for Epel's Dorm Uniform SSR!)

Epel had been showing you the blastcycle he'd gotten to help design for Vil's student film, and you couldn't help but smile at the unrestrained joy upon his face as he did. He pored over every detail as he explained all his design choices to you, fingertips dancing up and down the shiny, red surface.

"Ah! Sorry, this must be a bit borin' for ya, isn't it? Hearing me yappin' on like that." He tries to blow it off but you're quick to reassure him. "No way! It's really awesome that you got to design this yourself. I can tell you worked really hard on it, so you should be proud!" He flusters further, tugging at the collar of his shirt and scuffing the toe of his (INCREDIBLY EXPENSIVE) shoe against the pavement.

"Well, uh, I could take ya for a quick spin! If yer interested, I mean. We've got a lil bit of time, anyway." You have to hold tight to Epel's middle as you seat yourself snug behind him on the blastcycle, and it does nothing to quell his racing heartbeat, roaring like an engine in his chest as he revs up the bike.

You and Sebek were sharing a study session, though it seemed like you were doing most of the studying as he seemed to fly through his math assignment with ease. His pencil flicked back and forth across the paper, jotting down formulas and equations so fast it made your head spin. Eventually he must have felt the prickle of your eyes watching, as he turned his attention from the paper to quirk an eyebrow at you.

"Is there something you are not understanding, human?" He asks, you simply sigh in response, letting yourself melt into his shoulder as you whine. "Only everything. I wish I was a super genius about this stuff like you, Sebek. You must work really hard." He always seemed to tense up under any sort of physical contact from you, but in this moment he seemed even more stiff than usual.

That's because your barely conscious compliment of his skills was enough to fluster him into a stock still state. He'd always wanted to work so hard to get complimented by his superiors, by Lord Malleus, so why did a compliment from a mere human feel so... good? Why did it make his heart race so? He would have to look into this, perhaps you were more magically adept than you had thought.

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