Hiii I Just Wanna Request Something (Srry If Ur Not Taking Requests Rn) Anyways Can You Do Ruggie,epel,riddle

Riddle, Floyd, Idia and Jade (separately) with an s/o who’s very forward and confident when innitiating affection but gets super flustered when on the receiving end of it? :3

I can absolutely do that because honestly I need some fluff to break up the wall of absolute angst that is becoming my writing. Anyway please enjoy some dumb dumb dumb moments of squishy soft Romantic snuggling, smooching, and squeezing

Lovefool

Characters: Riddle, Idia, Floyd, Jade

CW// physical affection, physical touch, smooching, flirting, PDA

Riddle

You groaned and flopped yourself down onto Riddle’s bed, shoving your face in your hands.

“Dearest, it really it’s that complicated.” Riddle tried to placate, “It’s simple theoretical physics.”

You sat up to glare at him with no real heat behind it, “Easy for you to say, Mr. Braniac, you’ve been learning this stuff since you were in diapers.”

He rolled his eyes and came to sit beside you, “If it was easy enough for an infant to learn, surely you’re capable then, aren’t you?” He baited, smiling a bit.

“Guhhhh.” You groaned, pulling him to lay beside you, “You’re insufferable. I love you so fucking much.”

“Language.” He chastised idly, face burning red as the sudden physical contact, “A-and, you’re going to mess up my uniform…!” He added, eyes darting away from where your arm laid.

“I’ll iron it for you later.” You hummed, tugging him closer to you, “Just take a rest with me. Snuggling is like, ten thousand times better than particle physics.”

“Theoretical physics.” He corrected around the lump in his throat before he simply sighed and settled into your touch, “You’re a terrible influence. If my mother saw us right now, she would be screaming.”

“Your mother’s just jealous that you get to cuddle with an amazing partner.”

He frowned a little, turning to face you, “You aren’t wrong. Honestly, my parents may have been better off getting a divorce.”

You hummed in agreement, eyes staring into his with such admiration it made him flush even deeper.

“I always wondered if your eyes were blue or silver…” you said, leaning in a little closer, “I’m starting to think that perhaps it’s both. A very blue-ish silver. It’s nice. It reminds me of snow.”

Riddle’s tongue caught in his mouth, brain still trying to catch up to what you’d said. “Snow?” He finally asked in a whisper, eyes searching your face for emotions he could read.

“Mhmm. Snow at dusk is always on the silvery colored side.”

For a while the two of you simply laid in silence, basking in each other before Riddle finally got his brain back online and said up to hover over you slightly.

“Wh- huh?” You gaped, surprised at his sudden movement.

“May I do something real quick?” He asked politely. He looked just as nervous as you did, biting his lip until it was nearly cherry red.

“Y-yeah, sure.” You stuttered out, laying still.

Riddle smiled a little, nervously planting both arms near your head before leaning down. He stared into your eyes for a moment, breathlessly murmured, “Stunning.” Before planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

The squeak that came out of you surprised him, and he smile softly as he pulled away.

“Was that okay?” He asked, somewhere between nervous and delighted, “I-I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’ll never do it again if you-“

“I liked it.” You cut him off, blushing as well, “That was really nice. Though I think it would be better if I…” (smooch, but confident)

Idia

Idia genuinely seems like someone that doesn’t like being touched. Not that he’s afraid, per say, but he doesn’t seem to enjoy it, worried he might cause someone harm on accident between his hair and being bony as shit.

But this is your boyfriend! So I guess you just have to live with the fact that he smells rancid and is terrified of touching you (/hj)

After hearing that Idia is pretty uncomfortable with physically touching, you have to come up with some interesting ways to show him that kind of affection.

Each morning you send him electronic stickers of hugs, A la stickerme. In the afternoon, you go on club penguin and hold hands or throw snowballs at each other. In the evening, you hop onto your mutual open world rpg and find his avatar to victory dance with him.

In real life, you probably don’t see him a lot during the day, but when you do, he’ll maybe let you hold hands before marriage so long as you’re wearing gloves and don’t make eye contact. If he’s feeling really confident, he’ll let you brush shoulders or sit close together.

So it’s kind of a surprise when, after gaming for several hours next to each other in his dorm room, he taps your shoulder lightly.

Into your arms is thrust a fireproof jacket, and Idia’s hair is neatly tucked into a long braid.

“Hmm? What’s goin on, babe?”

Idia looks shy and fiddles with his hands as he mumbled and stutters out, “I know you like to cuddle, so I’ve been thinking about ways to do it.”

You raise an eyebrow, then smile, putting on the fireproof jacket and zipping it up, “if you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to.”

He shakes his head, nervously looking at his game for a second, “No, I’m…I want to. ‘Cause I love you, or whatever. God, that sounds so cheesy.”

“Sometimes cheesy is good.” You mumble back, settling into a more comfortable laying position.

Idia turns and smiles at you, hair turning a soft pink as he cuddles in, head resting on your chest.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” He says softly, smiling. He doesn’t look at you, but it’s easy to tell he’s pleased based on his tone and hair alone.

“Y-yeah, of course.” You mumble nervously, just as pink as him as you wrap your arms around him, “is this good?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He says earnestly. For once, he doesn’t go on a nervous Idia rant or try and backtrack, instead just letting his comment hang in the air before he pulls out is phone to watch some twsttoks with you.

Whether or not he can hear how hard your heart is beating isn’t clear, nor is whether or not he knows how hot your face is or how sweaty your palms are, but it’s probably safe to assume that he’s in a similar state.

You two lay there like that for hours, late into the wee hours of the morning. You even end up falling asleep like that, curled up together in Idia’s bed, phones out watching cat videos, snuggled together like two little imps straight from the underworld

Floyd

It seems like in between classes, you and Floyd always manage to find each other, no matter what. It’s honestly kind of impressive, since you two can be in classes on opposite sides of the campus and still manage to find each other.

It started out as a one off. You had gone to find Floyd and give him a quick hug and a snack to boost his mood after he sulked away from alchemy class and Jade had informed you to try and steer clear. You, being the doting parter you are, took none of that and instead went to the mystery shop to go stock up and various candies and bring them directly to your moody eel boyfriend.

He, in turn, lit up like a Christmas tree and absolutely threw himself at you every time he saw you for the rest of the day, enveloping you in several near bone-crushing squeezes with the ferocity of a lion’s jaw.

This became almost normal to you for the next week, and you could expect that whatever you were doing, wherever you are, Floyd is probably less than a minute away and he is going to barrel into you or possibly just lift you up and carry you off.

Now, however, was your chance to get revenge. You managed to sneak up behind him, only catching the attention of Jade who simply pretended he didn’t see you as he was talking to Floyd.

You pounce, jumping up and onto Floyd back with a giggle and a kiss to his cheek, wrapping your arms around him, “I got you!”

Floyd tensed for the hot second it took for him to process you, looking to Jade who was covering his mouth to hide a laugh. When he realized that it wasn’t serious, he finally turned and seemed almost surprised to see you.

“Shrimpy! There you are!” He grinned, leaning up to give you a kiss, “I was worried it was another assassin for a minute. What’re you doin up there?”

“I’m getting you back for all the squeezes.” You said simply.

Floyd’s grin turned somewhere between amused and sinister, sharp and wide, “That just means I’ll hafta get you back tenfold, huh?”

The yelp of surprise he earned when he managed to lift you over his head to cradle you in a bridal hold, peppering your face in kisses was well worth the look of disgust on half the halls faces and the look of terror on everyone else’s.

You looked to your potential savior, only to remember that Jade is also Floyd’s brother and definitely not going to help you, based on the look of amusement painted obviously on his face.

Instead you turned to Floyd, who had stopped covering your face in kisses to watch you with a dopey grin instead, and leaned up to give him the sweetest little peck on the cheek.

This, in a strange turn, caused Floyd to get all soft, eyes crinkling in perfect crescents in response and a light dusting of rose covering his cheeks. “Awww, lil’ shrimp. You’re making me wanna squeeze you so hard~”

You will not escape this cuddle bug of an eel (cuddle fish? Deep snuggle isopod? More fish puns?)

Jade

You sighed as you pressed yourself against Jade’s back, mumbling a greeting into the fabric of his blazer. Initially, he seems surprised, even a bit alarmed in his own Jade way, but when he turned only to see you, he relaxed in your grip, gently patting your hands in acknowledgement as he continued his conversation with Azul.

This was, evidently, a very common occurrence. If anyone else had tried to hug Jade from behind, they likely would have ended up with a dislocated shoulder and a sharp, cold glare piercing their soul. But with you, and a surprising lack of fear, this was just a Tuesday.

“Did you want me to make the menu for the next two weeks after that as well, or shall we play it by ear?” Jade asked his boss.

Azul, for his part, was mostly unfazed. Surprised that you would be so bold as to show Jade open affection in public, and more so that he hasn’t made any attempt to stop you, but not surprised that you’re doing it in general. “We’ll get to the menu after that when it comes up. I believe that’s all I needed to discuss, unless you have something?”

Jade did indeed have something, leaning in to whisper something to Azul. You, however, just continued to be latched onto his waist like a living belt. Eventually, when Azul had finally left, Jade turned his whole attention to you.

“Love, did something happen?”

“Just needed a pick me up.” You mumbled.

He frowned and turned around, detaching your arms from his waist as he held your hands instead, “I suppose I should attend to you then, hmm? We can’t have something so precious in dire straights, that wouldn’t do any good.”

Jade hums as he leans down give your forehead a kiss, brushing your hair from your face tenderly.

At the sight of your bright red cheeks and panicked eyes, he lets out a chuckle.

“Darling,” he coos, tipping your head up to look at him, “I thought you quite liked physical affection, no?”

“I-I…!” You stuttered out, squirming under his gaze, ”Of course I do! It’s just…weird being on the receiving end of it.” You mumbled, tuck your face into his chest.

He laughed softly, continuing to pet your head gently, “Do I not meet your needs, my love? Do you need more physical intimacy from me?”

“No!” You squeaked, hiding your face still, “This is good, just-“

“Just?” He hummed, forcing you out from hiding to look up at him, “if you need something from me, don’t be shy in telling me. I want to be the best partner I can be to you.”

You glared, huffing and gently smacking him in the stomach, “You’re already the best partner, I don’t need you changing just for me. And, it’s fine…I do like being touched ‘n all, I just never really…uh, expect it? So I come to you when I wanna cuddle. Seems easier that way.” You awkwardly trailed off, rubbing the back of your neck nervously, “Sorry, I made it weird.”

“Not at all,” Jade assured, an arm slipping around your waist, “I’m glad to hear that you wish to be upfront in your needs. It pleases me to know you value such clear communication.”

You blushed so hard it made your ears burn as he let out a soft clicking noise that may have been a laugh.

“Would you like to take a walk with me? Perhaps it will help with your mood. And besides that, I think we could use the time together.”

“Are you sure this isn’t just because you want a foraging buddy?”

“You wound me so.” He said, not at all upset, “Though, I suppose if we find any interesting flora on our walk….”

“You’re diabolical.” You laughed, bumping into him gently.

He gasped dramatically, “A slice directly to the heart. I shall never recover.”

“Do you want me to kiss it better?”

He hummed and leaned in, “Perhaps that could help my condition.” He murmured before pressing a lil kiss to your lips. “A wonder, I feel better already.”

“So do I.” You giggled, giving him another kiss.

nrc students get jobs?!

+ || if part-time jobs were available around campus, what jobs would they have?

ft — all nrc students

genre — slight crack, fluff, headcannons

notes — g/n reader, platonic/romantic, reader is only mentioned in some parts

barista —

lets be real, they wanted to experience a coffee shop romance. so when you just so happened to walk in one day, they stared you down (affectionate) and definitely put their number on the cup. maybe even gave you a free muffin, how generous.

+ CATER. DIAMOND.

nail tech —

+ (writing this as someone who used to work this part time)

having an eye for art and wanting to help the nice lady running the shop, they offered their assistance. they gossip with you while prepping the nails of a very confused customer, what else could they ask for?

+ ROOK, epel (rook dragged him. shat himself when vil struts in for a manicure), lilia

waiter at a dingy chinese restaurant —

+ (this is so awfully specific but hear me out!!)

stumbled upon this restaurant while walking around off-campus. in the end, they offered to help the elderly couple by serving customers! they are now that kid in the back corner doing their homework when business is slow.

+ jamil, trey (reminds him of his family’s bakery somehow)

gardening —

it’s relaxing to them honestly. they probably are already a plant parent so why not add 50 more to their family? do not worry, they already have their names listed and memorized! (and yet they still can’t memorize formulas for their alchemy exam tomorrow.)

+ JACK, malleus (wants to find a friend for gao-gao drakon-kun!!)

MACDONALDS —

+ (read this fic to understand contents below)

+ THIS TURNED INTO A SMALL DRABBLE SO I JUST REPLACED THEY WITH ACE AND ADDED TO THE STORY

strolling into maccies, ace said 4 words. “i need a job.” the cashier looked at him, then behind him to see his emotional support crew (deuce and sebek) with the smuggest look on their face.

working at macdonalds was not as easy as ace thought it was. he had to deal with the long drive threw and stupid customers all at the same time. sebek was immediately kicked off cashier after he drove a whole line of customers away with his megaphone voice.. deuce is the only one doing his job correctly, greeting customers and efficiently taking orders. good job deuce. (ace is screaming at customers in the drive threw.)

epel walks in the next day and orders the whole menu during rush hour just to piss them off. ace quits on the spot.

already has a job —

how efficient of them! avoiding my wrath as usual. kudos to them.

+ azul, jade, floyd, vil, ruggie (is working all these jobs, take a break babe.)

to think that they would be working.. —

you will not catch them dead working until they graduate.

+ leona, idia, kalim, riddle (too focused on studies)

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AHA gotcha!! YESSS they have so much potential that's kinda glossed over in the main story (I undestand, of course, that the plot has to move forward and there's no time to go in depth about every single instance), so I really like to explore it and their feelings on the matter, and it's a lot of fun to try to get into their minds! I'm glad you liked it as well!

With care,

Bee ♡

[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

BEING AUTISTIC + CLOSE TO IDIA SHROUD

Pairing: Idia Shroud x reader (platonic/ romantic)

Content: requested, gn reader (you/your), autistic reader + idia (:D), implied sensory overload, fluff, 753 words

Notes: I have never finished a request faster omgee, heres P1 btw

•Playing video games is a guessing game of who's going to mimic a phrase or accent first

•Pausing games to explain lore. Or to just go on about characters, settings or coding

•Having a mutual agreement to just. Mute The Game when a character begins yelling in an angry tone (captions are a lifesaver)

•Largely disliking Coach Vargas for the same reason (he's loud, he's shouty, he's rude)

•Relating over misreading social situations completely (e.g. Idia's pe kit vignette) And mutually agreeing that Neurotypicals need to Get A Grip and be straightforward (this also helping lessen the guilt and anxiety around asking each other for clarification). Complaining about how Neurotypicals act in general together (it's cathartic)

•Never talking to each other in the morning. Not just because of your wrecked sleeping schedule but also a shared understanding that holding a conversation in the morning Is Hell.

•Possessing a pacing stim will have you marching around his room whilst Idia tries to keep up with your rambling

•If you have a fidgeting stim, then there are stim/fidget toys strewn around Idia's bedroom (Ortho keeps on buying the latest ones) that are free for you to use

•A biting stim (clothes, pens, straws etc) is something you would have in common with Idia. This, paired with his sharp teeth, is why, you find out, he tries not to use pencils or pens as one time his chewing made the ink explode in his face (it's now his picture in your contacts)

•Idia is somewhat sensitive about his gaming consoles, so if you have a hand flapping stim, he freaks out a little if you're holding it and stimming

•RSD making games such as otome ones, where you risk choosing the wrong option, a nightmare. So playing one with him including searching up the answers, whether Idia likes or not (him actually doing it too at times)

•You both understanding how important hyperfixations can be and taking turns letting the other go on about their special interest in conversations that can last hours. It being the most comfortable you see Idia when he talks

•Whenever his hoodie gets too wrecked from overuse or chewing on his hood/sleeves/hoodie strings etc. Being there as a reminder to get a fresh one, whether it's cleaning or buying (he's rich, he can afford it). But also not being too forward as new clothes sometimes just Aren't The Same. And you get that

•Whenever his fixation does change to a new form of media, Idia being able to afford every piece of merch available (but him getting you stuff related to your special interest on holidays/ special occasions, so you won't Eat The Rich this time you guess) One time he got you a weighted blanket that matched his, it's still in the Top Things He's Ever Given You (an unofficial ranking)

•You both having a month-long pre-plan for all special events in the games you play together because the first time Idia called you to play one with him, it was out of the blue and risked your routine. Ever since then, they've become a genuine, important part of your day-to-day life.

•Speaking of routine, Friday is designated Game Night and the hang-out you both try not to avoid the most

•Though Sensory Overload is a Bitch, which makes multiplayer chat even better for the both of you as you can game together, but separately!

•When finding out Idia's headphones were allowed due to sensory issues, him giving you suggestions on how to get the same help at school.

•Facetiming/calls where neither of you actually say anything to each other and just hang out digitally and do your own thing.

•That happening in his bedroom as well. And it being an effective way to talk in person without having to feel the pressure to keep eye contact (because even the strongest of autistic friendships endure masking)

•Other times messaging each other once and it counting as your full interaction for the day (and it not having any ulterior meaning like arguing or being upset)

•When visiting locations from his anime, cities tending to be the place you frequent at the least (a personal preference of Idia's). You both began going even less when you visited a restaurant with the worst fluorescent lights imaginable, and then left to a street filled with rowdy fans leaving a Magift game.

•Using his interests to distract/ build confidence in Idia when his anxieties on these trips get the better of him.

< event m.list ┆ texting your boyfriends “they’re busy”

characters: ace, epel, sebek, jack, deuce / gn!reader

Can I request headcanons for trey deuce and silver for the idea that their crush was asked out/asked to meet someone recently only for them on their(the boys) errands (to distract themselves from their crush possibly being on a date with some guy) to overhear that said person doesn't like them but it's a prank to stand them up or dump water on them?

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! I think I forgot the errands detail but I still got what you wanted tho. This felt like one of those teen drama moments and I ab-so-lu-te-ly loved doing Trey’s part (you will know why). Deuce and Silver got their way to shine too! Love my precious boys <3 Hope you like it! Thanks for the request <3 |

Trey Clover, Deuce Spade, Silver x gender neutral reader / headcanons / fluff, action and lot of soap opera fight style / ft. unnamed jerk npc students / crush to something more… / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting 🍒 Masterlist

To the Rescue

From the beginning, when you told Trey that a Diasomnia student asked you out earlier that day, he had a strange feeling. Trey never considered himself a very jealous guy and even if he was, he had no way of stopping you. He wasn’t your boyfriend — a somewhat sad realization to assert;

Not that you were too excited about it yourself. You would go on this date just out of politeness and because it would be an opportunity to meet the village’s newest restaurant. Trey knew you and knew that you would try not to make things difficult for the student who was trying to approach you. You would manage to end everything on a slightly good note;

Still, Trey felt something burn in his throat every time this date was mentioned, as if he had swallowed a bunch of mustard. Talking about this with Cater, the friend teased him by saying that this feeling should probably be jealousy. But Cater added that if Trey was so concerned about your situation, he should confess his feelings right away;

To put it mildly, Trey didn't know how to do it. He didn't think you considered him someone more important than a friend and didn't want things to get awkward between you. But what if Cater was right? Would it really be madness to think you feel the same way? Trey didn't know. Love can be more complicated than a recipe with twenty ingredients and four rest times of the dough;

One day as Trey was walking down the hall after putting away his science club coat, he heard some laughter and a group of Diasomnia students together at a solitary spot in a single hallway. Trey stopped behind the wall when he heard your name being mentioned and even though it wasn't his nature, he tried to eavesdrop on the group's conversation;

From what Trey could pick up, the guy who asked you out wasn’t interested in you and this situation was a setup to play with you. They were jealous that Malleus visited Ramshackle to observe the gargoyles and found your mere good fellowship an insult. So the plan was to stand you up on the date and when you show up for a explanation, they would try to humiliate you even more;

A grain of mustard may be tiny but bitter enough to drive someone crazy. That's what Trey felt in his heart. A feeling of anger and revolt that started so small and was making him smoke through his head. But, taking a deep breath, he controlled himself and just smiled. Even if he wanted to punch those guys, he would actually do something... sweeter;

The next day, the group sat next by the Main Street and the student looked at the clock that marked one hour after the time he set with you at the meeting. His friends laughed but the laughter eventually died down when they saw you approach them with Trey by your side — a smile on both of your faces;

“I think something went wrong and you didn't show up at the diner. That’s sad but don’t worry!,” you gestured to Trey who had a package in his hands. “I got you a lemon meringue as dessert.” When Trey’s eyebrows arched and his smile widened, the students felt shivers. The vice of Heartslabyul threw the meringue neatly in the face of the guy who asked you out, splashing the delicious white cream on the others;

“Malleus will be very happy to find out what you were up to. Have a nice day,” Trey smiled politely and raised an invisible hat to them, walking out from there with you. You felt revenged and thanked Trey for alerting you about the prank, suddenly hugging him with all the strength you had;

This ended up taking him by surprise but Trey hugged you back and when you walked away, he kissed your forehead. You touched the spot he kissed, your spirits blooming like a beautiful red rose. And because Trey was more of a surprise box than people realized, he said he had just one more important thing he wanted to talk to you about. But this could be discussed on a date in that restaurant you wanted to see.

You were kind of down when Deuce talked to you after class. Apparently, an Octavinelle student asked you out and even though you accepted without thinking, you didn't seem too eager for it. You didn't tell Deuce the reason why but he didn't need much to know that you got into some trouble without meaning to;

One thing he understands perfectly. Deuce kept thinking about it throughout the day, partly racking up the feeling of helplessness he felt for not being able to help you get rid of a simple date and another part trying to understand what made that Octavinelle student invite you in the first place. You didn't have many acquaintances there besides Azul and the tweels;

Talking about it with Jack only made Deuce feel even more apprehensive about the whole thing. Jack wasn't one to judge others, but he wouldn't trust a flock of sheep in the hands of anyone in that dorm. Since they were your friends, they promised each other that they would keep an eye on the situation just in case;

The next day — a few hours before the date — Deuce was on his way back to the classroom because he had left his wallet in his backpack and only noticed when he arrived at the cafeteria. In this, he ended up overhearing a conversation between an Octavinelle’s group and they were laughing as they commented on how their friend was just a short time away from going out with the Ramshackle’s Prefect and would serve you the most spicy and terrible dish anyone could eat. The scandal you would make would be epic;

Their motive was not one of the best. They had been attacked by Azul during his berserk lapse before his overblot and they felt that if you hadn't stepped in to begin with, nothing stressful at that level would have happened. They didn't personally cared that Azul had put a third of the entire school’s students as forced laborers into the Mostro Lounge;

Deuce couldn't believe what he was hearing. After all the work you had and the hardships you went through to help them — he always felt guilty for letting you down that time — there were still people who didn't accept your good deeds! Deuce was disgusted. For the situation, for their plan, for the petty reasons and because the person he loved the most was involved in it;

Deuce gave the classroom door a good punch and ran out of there with the fury of a thousand card soldiers. Octavinelle’s students heard him and followed him to try to stop him from returning to the cafeteria. But Deuce’s anger was such that he ran like the wind through the hallways, his angry expression implying for anyone to get out of his way;

He managed to get to the cafeteria just in time to see that Octavinelle’s student next to you, marking the last details of the meeting with a sly smile. “You bastard!,” Deuce took him by the collar and stared at him steadily, his gaze sparkling. “Do you really have the courage to do this to someone who just wanted to help?!” The curses that followed it were pretty heavy;

You tried to hold Deuce’s arm and ask what was going on, to which he basically repeated the words of the boy’s friends out loud — these ones who tried to get out of there but the Leech twins blocked the door and exchanged sadistic smiles. Luckily, they managed to break up the fight before anything serious happened. The Octavinelle’s student swored at Deuce and you slapped him;

“Don't you dare talk about him like that, asshole! I'd rather go out with Deuce a thousand times because he's a decent guy!,” you confessed, too agitated by the situation and the insult the boy made to your crush to feel any shame about what you said. Deuce was shocked by that. He wasn't paying attention to anything else, not even Azul who stepped up after that;

You noticed Deuce’s intense gaze on you and gave him a faint smile, your feelings calming and the realization that you said more than you should. But to your surprise, Deuce managed to muster up enough courage to ask you out another day and you could spend that time together. Maybe something good will come out of it, don’t you think?

Silver was awake when he saw a Savanaclaw student ask you out on a date. It was a strange situation and even though Silver was still a little drowsy, he could tell that you were kind of led to accept that request — the student achieved this feat with a lot of calm and meticulously chosen words of self-deprecation;

You were going on that date for the sake of pity and that didn't make you feel good. Silver touched your shoulder but said nothing. He admired your kindness in accepting to go through this situation, yet he felt strange. Silver’s heart was heavy, sad and full of doubts. For the first time, he wondered why you would be next to him at that moment then. He wasn’t actually more interesting than that other guy…;

Since Silver seemed quieter than usual throughout the day, Kalim talked to him after class. In this, he ended up revealing his confused thoughts about you. Silver knew that you were very different from others in his eyes, but he couldn’t prick his finger on exactly what. To his own surprise, Kalim was able to identify the cause of all this: good old love, like in the fairy tales;

Silver thought much about this conclusion. That explained a lot. The reason why his heart would become so happy when you were around and heavy when you looked sad. He wanted to protect you, he wanted to see your smile light up his life. It was as if Silver had been asleep for all this time until you awakened him with your presence;

Silver still wasn't sure about confessing to you yet. He didn't want to be rude or selfish and get in the way of your date. The next day, he was inside a toilet cubicle when he heard the noise of water being poured in abundance and some laughter echoed through the place. Silver looked through the crack in the cubicle and identified some Savanaclaw students;

They commented among themselves about how their friend managed to set a trap and you fell like a duckling. The date that had been planned at the cafeteria would culminate in them dumping a bucket of water at you and getting revenge because you got in the way of Leona’s plans to win the magift intra-championship. As soon as the gang left the bathroom, Silver left too and took a shortcut to the cafeteria;

Silver knew his word alone wouldn't be enough to prove their frame, but if he could protect you from any attack, he’d fight anything in his way — a wall of thorns, a dragon, an entire jungle, anything for your safety. Silver arrived in time to catch up with the group before they got at you first;

Silver shouted your name and with a spell, pinned the Savanaclaw boys in the middle of the tables with the bucket in hand. Lilia was proud of his son’s improvement in spells. “It's a trap,” Silver warned you and turned to the boy sitting across from you. “I would never fool someone I love like that! I absolutely cannot forgive you!”;

It was the first time you had seen Silver’s eyes, normally a calm blue-lilac hue, become so firm and angry, almost losing its color. You stood up next to Silver, your beloved knight who arrived just in time to rescue you. The Savanaclaw student tried to punch Silver but he stopped the blow with extreme ease;

“Silver, never mind. A second cavalry arrived,” you pointed behind the other boy where Leona was with an expression of tremendous sour humor — first, they interrupted his lunch, then more problems accumulated. As the conclusion of this situation unfolded far away, Silver and you walked out towards the courtyard where everything was quieter;

Silver’s words about you being someone he loved still echoed in your mind. You stopped him and asked about it. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky for a moment, recovering from the whirlwind of emotions he had to face in the last few minutes. But when Silver turned his gaze to you, giving a slight smile with an answer, you were also ready to give yours.

Random Idia doodles ehe

Oh hi! Welcome back to Tumblr! I've actually been on a twst hiatus for several months as well so I've never seen you in the tags before but your writing is really nice so far and I'm looking forward to more works from you ☺️🌺

hii Vi!! thank you 🫶

I'll admit I haven't seen you around before either lolol but I'll take a look at your writing later !! I'm glad you liked it 😭💖 it's really sweet of you to tell me. I'll keep doing my best!!

THANK YOU FOR THE TAGS <3

Would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae or a human?

IDK 😭 I LIKE ALL OF THESE... but probs a human anyway... OR WAIT A HALF FAE... a half fox fae...

Would you be at NRC or RSA?

NRC ofc I need to get involved in the plot SOMEHOW

What dorm would you belong to?

every quiz I do gets me Scarabia but I feel like I'm more like Octavinelle... they are the dorm that most appealed to me when I was about to start the game and I'm a pisces so it all makes sense. ALSO THEIR UNIFORM? so pretty... I'd look sooo good on it...

What character(s) would you be best friends with?

DEUCE <3 also Jack and Idia and Silver and Malleus (I WISH I could say the Octavinelle trio but they are NOT to be trusted... at least at the beggining. I'll worm my way up their cold little hearts sometime and make them get attached to me eventually)

What character(s) would you hate?

look hate is a strong word ok... Vargas. it's Vargas.

What character(s) would you date?

CHE'NYA CATER RUGGIE AND JADE MY MEOW MEOWS <33333333 LOOKING AT THEM WITH HEART EYES

What would Floyd's nickname be for you? and Rook's?

I'm so emotionally attached to Shrimpy I can't let it go 😭 but maybe Foxfish... as for Rook it'd be Mademoiselle Renarde or Lunette maybe

What twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

Idia 😭😭😭 (point and laugh) and Silver and Azul and a bit of Malleus

Which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

History of magic 💪 gotta use my knowledge of disney movies SOMEWHERE... and also social studies (very woke) and art (art kid) and astrology (mystic girl)

I'd also love the theory of ancient magic and spells but I'd SUCK at actually trying them 🤡 oh and an elective on myths and folklore would be so cool...

What club would you join?

ART CLUB ART CLUB ART CLUB !!! and I'd beg on my knees to join the Mountain Lover's club too bc I'm insane and I need Jade to notice me. tho the Film Research studies club sounds so cool (theater kid)... oooh and the board games club (little nerd)....

How do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

I think I'd be able to survive and be slaying bc I'm simply built different like that 💪 the sheer power of needing to one up these boys to humble them and lower their egos would be enough to make me fight tooth and nail to stay at the top of anything I might be able to. watch me getting the best grades I can to see the shock on their faces... giving my all on any event... and I'd go to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties and Scarabia's parties to get free food 🙏 me putting all of Trey's sweets on my bag to take home and eat later

tho it'd be SO chaotic, not a day would pass by without something happening 💀 somehow I'd always be right in the middle of the messes and have to deal with them

ALSO I'd looooove to explore their world and learn all about it, so I'd try lots of different things and go to different places as much as I could, be it touring the little town at Sage's Island or visiting other countries, I'm gonna learn all I can about it.

OH AND I'd like to do reasearch on some more taboo themes as I feel there's not a lot on them out there and it'd be very interesting to learn more obscure aspects of magic

What would your unique magic be?

something to do with art maybe???? like drawing stuff on my skin and making it turn real or smth !! or maybe not exactly corporeal real but the drawings literally come to life as lines and all and I can control them ?? or maybe as some shadow-like thingys ??

OR OR SMTH MOON THEMED OMG. like straight up becoming Sailor Moon, with the magical girl transformation and all LMAO getting a cute pink dress and making a pose while sparkles fly around me. "in the name of the moon, I'll beat your ass up!"

ANYWAYS TAG TIME... I usually don't know who to tag but !! for the first time ever !! I'll actually tag someone !! @italoniponic and @pandoa pls do this it's very fun!! @pen-observing (Aqua I'm not sure if you like answering this types of games, if you don't please feel free to ignore!!) and uhh anyone else that wants to feel free to join as well, my treat <3

some fun twst questions for u <3

[i'm sending these to random ppl, feel free to answer if you see this and/or tag/send it to another person!]

would you be a mer, a beastman, a fae, or a human? (or other!)

would you be at rsa or nrc?

what dorm would you belong to?

what character(s) would you be best friends with?

what character(s) would you hate?

what character(s) would you date?

what would floyd’s nickname be for you?

and rook’s?

what twst character(s) are you most like? (personality-wise)

which subject(s) do you think you would excel at?

what club would you join?

how do you think you would survive in twisted wonderland/what would your life be like in general?

[optional!] what would your unique magic be?

AHHH I LOVE U SO MUCH THESE ARE SO CUTE<3333

i would rather be a fae!! miss me with that furry shit

NRC!!! although i’m in love with chen’ya i need to chase down my pookie ace until he is Mine

god i have no clue… im thinking heartslabyul or savanaclaw, tbh i think. i fit into savanaclaw more???? but all my pookies are in hearts

ACE AND DEUCE!!!!! not because of my favoritism towards adeuce but i feel like with my personality we would be absolute BESTIES. like 4lifers. and me and @syllvatica get compared to ace and deuce SO MUCH she is the deuce to my ace<333

trey and ortho. fuckinf despise that little robot dude

ACE!!! ace would be the best boyfriend and i also have a soft spot for FLOYD OH MY GOD FLOYD FLOYD AND JADE!!!! literally any octavinelle member.

i’m thinking. BLOBFISH. FUCKING. fuckjng floyd would call me a blobfish. plus i like squishing my cheeks together like a blobfish.

PETIT BAGUETTE!!!! i’m in this baguette shit for life!?

honestly i am SO similar to ace… and floyd in the love language sense… i’m an esfj so we are pretty similar MWAH MWAH

HISTORY!!!! IM A BIG SUCKER FOR HISTORY OH EM GEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH<333 and also i think my harry potter loving ass would love flight class AND alchemy EEEEEEEE

THE BASKETBALL CLUB FOR THE HOT MEN (i’m ass at basketball)

i dont think i would survive. JUST KIDDING i would be The Most Powerful!!!! i think i would excel at magic rather than potions or . other stuff??? also think i would be a stud at flying on a broomstick

SPARKLES EVERYWHERE

tagging because these questions are SO FUN thank u so much for making this!!!

@nanasx2 @quuma @kalims @myuunji @caycays @tulipluvlettr @pastelmages @astrea-archive @astiesgoldenberry @epelys @tartppola @ai-0uch @ch3lun @atlasnessie @aki-maki-aki @arent-i-the-fairest @jjellyz @sk2lton @amorisqasayid @gh-0st-y @m3iyo @syllvatica 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I LOVE U GUYS SO MUCH

I've been thinking a lot recently (which is never a good thing!) about who would be the MC's "besties" or first friends if they didn't meet Ace and Deuce first at Night Raven College. And since you are one of my favorite people for TWST stuff and I enjoy hearing your thoughts, I wanted to share it with you like I normally do. 😁

I'll go in order of dorms and start with Heartsabyul because it may actually keep me on track. I can't imagine anyone else from Heartsabyul aside from Ace and Deuce, but if I *had* to pick someone I could see being MC's first friend at NRC, I think I would be Riddle, honestly. He'd see this pitiful, lost, magic-less student and view it as a challenge to prove how capable he is. He'd not only educate you about NRC, but about Twisted Wonderland itself too. He'd tutor you in classes (for extra credit or maybe just for his own pride) and make sure you abide by all rules. You're basically an honorary Heartsabyul student by the end of the first semester and Grim has been collared four times a week since ya'll first started. You never have a problem with bullies because if someone so much as looks at you wrong, it's off with their head. You are invited to every Unbirthday party and expected at all croquet matches. Ace and Deuce still wind up taking a liking to you and you're able to convince Riddle not to punish them. Trey is used to your presence by now and whenever he sees you in the halls and you appear lonely, he'll come over and tell you Riddle could use some company and you're sent on your way to him.

For Savanaclaw I was a little torn on who to pick. I like the idea of you started to hang out with Ruggie because you run into him all the time when he's handling errands for Leona. But Jack just barely beats Ruggie out for title of "first friend". I think with you both being first years and you being totally lost, this lone wolf would feel bad and you'd essentially become part of his pack. Of course, Grim stresses him out severely... but you accompany him on an occasional run and he sees you in the bleachers at every game. He's over at Ramshackle more than he's at his own dorm.

Next up, my favorite Octatrio. You can't tell me that Floyd wouldn't start picking on you for his own amusement. A magicless human from another world- definitely a novelty. You'd get so used to Floyd's antics and how he'd track you down wherever you were, that eventually you just started looking for him in between classes and would call out to him. And that is how you meet Jade; after confusing the two (since you didn't even know there were two), Jade asks how you know Floyd and you're just like "he's me friend :)" which shocks the usully unshocked eel because from what Floyd has told his brother about you, you basically never have a moment of rest. Jade then takes an interest and from that point on, anyone who has a bone to pick you has to answer to the Leech twins. Azul however, misses his hench-fish. Please hang out at the lounge so Floyd will at least pretend to work.

For Scarabia, it's 100% Kalim who befriends you first, but Jamil comes later (and reluctantly). I think Kalim would find you shortly after the opening/orientation ceremony (whatever it's called- Swimmy is drawing blanks) and introduce himself and immediately declare yourselves best buddies- and Grim. He adores Grim. You're basically at Scarabia every day after classes (sometimes against your will because you can't so no to Kalim's puppy dog eyes), and this is how Jamil grows to tolerate you. You pay attention to him separately from Kalim and he's not used to it. Ramshackle also gets updated with some nicer furniture and decorations because Kalim wants to make sure your dorm is comfortable too. It is not uncommon for Kalim to come bursting through the door of Ramshackle with Jamil in tow and drag you and Grim to another celebration at Scarabia. Jamil- not that he'd ever admit it -finds himself looking for you whenever you're not with him and Kalim. He feels at peace when things grow quiet and he notices that you and Kalim have both fallen asleep on the cushions in the dorm.

Pomefiore was also difficult. I believe Epel would be the first one you bonded with. He feels like he can be himself with you. Surprisingly, you're allowed to sleep over at the dorms pretty often, although Vil often threatens to separate you two because you're up all night and YOU NEED BEAUTY SLEEP YOU POTATOES- anyways... somehow or another, Rook winds up hanging out with you two a lot. Nobody knows why. But it isn't uncommon for Vil to walk into a room while the three of you are getting into to something and getting instantly suspicious. Vil basically adopts you and treats you and Epel like his babies... which basically means Vil is a pageant mom.

For Ignihyde, you're only getting Ortho. He'll force Idia to meet you later on, but you and Ortho meet while he's handling something for Ignihyde and you just think he's so cute and adorable. You'd steal him as your own brother if you could. It's a strange sight to see the three of you; the robot, the magicless human, and a cat monster. But you three get along well- mainly because Ortho always bring treats for Grim. Idia watches through a Webcam sometimes and finds himself considering you a "friend" even though ya'll probably don't even meet until almost a year into you being in Twisted Wonderland.

And lastly, Diasomnia. It's Malleus- I bet nobody saw that one coming *sarcasm*. 😂 You meet him the same way you do in thr storyline, just much earlier. You two remain secret friends and meet nightly until he finally invites you to Diasomnia for dinner or something. From that night on, you're an honary Diasomnia member. Sebek starts hanging around you to "make sure you're not a threat to the young master!!!" but finds himself enjoying your conversations- and no he isn't blushing!!! Silver seeks you out and naps while you're doing homework or reading. You always wake him when it's time to go and he appreciates it a lot. Lilia adores you and is so excited his boys have made a friend. And I know I said that basically nobody would mess with you if Riddle or the twins were you friends... but having these 4 as your first friends... yeah, you probably won't even make other friends. 😂 You're well protected. Not even Grim can piss anyone off anymore, he's protected too.

Now I wanna ask! Who do you think would be the MC's first friends if not Ace and Deuce? And/or who would you want to meet first in Twisted Wonderland??? Personally, I'd enjoy meeting Malleus first or the twins.

- Swimmy (I need to get a life) 🏊‍♀️

SWIMMY YOUR MIND IS A CAVE OF WONDERS DON'T BE AFRAID OF THINKING TOO MUCH AND SHARING IT WITH ME <333

well, that's being said... I loved all your takes <3 as always, really lovely, funny and wholesome! Idk what would be the best friends options for MC if wasn't Ace and Deuce so, I'll talk about me personally. Maybe some of our points get in agreements lol

I - Heartslabyul

starting in a interesting point of view, I would probably stumble into Cater and/or Trey first. I'm a huge introvert and I have this power of attracting extroverts so, I feel like Cater would be super interested about my situation + my introversion. Kinda like Idia lol he would try and make plans for me to socialize and befriend Heartslabyul before anyone

weird statement ahead: Trey have so much "my dad" vibes to him, sometimes too literally. I can imagine me being lost at some place in the castle, running into him and having the biggest "pls, help me" eyes someone ever gave him. Trey would inform me the right way to go and in these small meet ups, he invites me to Heartslabyul to eat something. I'm the absolute stan of his bakery skills~

Riddle, Deuce and Ace would come with time and the follow ups of the main story, I think

II - Savanaclaw

as much I love Jack, we are two introvert idiots and wouldn't talk to each other until someone present us or some mild accident happen and we sort of interact. We have different "lone wolf" vibes. So I feel like, I would befriend Ruggie first

probably I saw him during a errand and offered some help, which he appreciate tons. Ruggie seems easy to talk to, he would laugh at how surprised I look at anything and how I'm so quiet in the beginning. Best case scenario, Jack saw Ruggie struggling with a basket of Leona's dirty clothes and we both run into him at the same time. Ruggie make the presentations and drops the basket so we both carry it while he can relax his arms for a while. Awkwardness arises but we start talking about Ruggie and... oh look at that, a friend?!

Leona took sometime to get used to me coming and going to Savanaclaw. He was the one who looked at me (and based about what Ruggie told him) and pointed, kinda mindlessly "so this is the little kitty-cat you two, bug brains, adopted?"

III - Octavinelle

Floyd as a best friend was a good take! So him! I fully agree. But... what if was Azul instead? He would be very curious about my situation, a poor unfortunate girl living in a abandoned dorm. Maybe she needs a good hand? that can trick her into a contract

but I'm like Jamil 2.0 with him. I love Azul tons but I don't like people going straight to me, especially appearing out of nowhere and scaring me (which is very easy to do and do horrible things with my overall humor). So, he would try to find things to make a organic interaction happen. Do you need new glasses? Medicine for your rhinitis? Mind to try fancy food? Maybe work at Mostro Lounge for money?

I think with the right words and acts, he would win me over. Not for a contract tho, I'll terrible afraid to sign any compromisse idk much of. The tweels are like a McDonald's double gift. The perks of having me as a friend is that, I would protect Azul's integrity from Jade and Floyd... just to mess with him myself sometimes. We are both members of "adjusting your glasses omniously anime-style" (Idia's words)

IV - Scarabia

Kalim. There's no other way. And yes, it's opening ceremony! He would see me walking around the halls, all alone and lost, and invite me for four different banquets in a row just in case. He's very friendly and his smile is something difficult to deny. I'm doomed in this sunshine boy's hands <3

befriending Jamil is only a matter of time. I feel like we relate a lot so, as much fun I would have with Kalim, I would almost pass out next to Jamil and mumble, more to myself than him, "oh God, I hate parties so much" and this picks his interest, just a bit

we all definitely talk a lot in all own ways, having each one of them by my side is a different experience but I manage to stay true to myself all the time and in which Kalim thinks I'm very unique to hang out with, Jamil reassures himself that maybe we're more similar than he first thought

Jamil would have one of those "wait, are we friends???" when I give him a gift and I'm like "yea? uh, if you're too uncomfortable with that, I'll understand..." "NO! I- I mean, sure. friends..." Kalim just jumping in the background "YAY~!"

V - Pomefiore

Epel too in my notes. It's a specially horrible day for him, he is at the apple trees area almost next to Ramshackle, almost crying, I awkwardly goes to him and offer some support. We try not to worry one another in this and Epel is like "no... its okay" when I offer him a cup of coffee (hospitality 100 points!). Meanwhile, I'm thinking how I want to find whoever made this poor boy cry and kick this person into a hill

I would go into a big experience of wanting to adopt Epel as my son and as I get to know him better, looking at him as a equal. We absolutely bond over shit-talking Vil and some of Pomefiore's extreme ideals (once in a while, talking about some good things too some times). The best part? We both are the most feral creatures deep down so when one has a anger attack, the other has one too and there's this... connection between us. Epel offers to always cut apples to me bc my knife abilities are for stabbing people, not fruits (he gets overly concerned about I cut apples and honestly? i don't blame him)

Rook will introduce himself uninvited and gets along with me before I even understands. One of my weak points is that I like weirdly funny people... he uses this weakness against me.

Vil and me have a mutual bond of disliking each other, but if he's in a good humor, he may not look too much at my dry skin and refrain himself of trying to bring me to the "skincare side of the Force". Maybe I'm too much like Leona and that another annoying thing about me lol

VI - Ignihyde

if isn't Ortho going out of his way to befriend me, I don't think anyone from Ignihyde would dare go near me (is the disadvantage of all us being introverts, we don't talk to each other). Maybe was accidentally, maybe is bc I was in front of Ignihyde's mirror thinking if I should take a look at them or not... I don't want to bother anyone... then Ortho comes up like "oh, you want to see my dorm? Come, I'll show you!" and drags me in

TOTALLY shows me to Idia and is the voice of the talk for good long weeks until Idia mumbles his first complete sentence to me and I reply a complete sentence as well, getting more used to this new ambience. I hunt down for Grim the moment Ortho talks about how Idia likes cats (girl needs to have a subject to talk about)

we all grow into one big alliance with game nights, anime marathons and manga reading time. Grim only likes the first one (bc its more interesting)

VII - Diasomnia

the biggest chance is that I befriend both Malleus and Lilia first in my humble opinion. Malleus are this creepy guy with horns that appears sometimes at night and I try at least to offer him coffee but we talk more each time; Lilia scared me off by accident one day. He wanted to prank Sebek but I came in instead. Since my reaction was very amusing, he started to talk more with me... then I discovered that Malleus and Lilia not only know each other but for the longest time, and I'm like "I should had seeing that coming"

Lilia is that kind of dad who would try to set me up either with Malleus or Silver. Sebek maybe for the comedy potential lol I feel like my personality fits more the Diasomnia crew so I'll would feel at home

imagine, spending nights talking about gargoyles with Malleus, Silver's sleeping at my shoulder, Lilia made dangerous inedible cookies and Sebek is at my other side, grumpy as he can be (and Silver and me occasionally tease him a little, the first not knowing it and me most of the time on purpose)

[special addition of mine~]

VIII - RSA

in terms of story and possibilities, Chenya would be the first one to befriend me. Maybe I was walking around Heartslabyul and saw his head floating around, our eyes meet and I'm split between "oh God, a cat boy" and "OMG A HEAD"

either way, he smiles and starts talking more with me. Definitely shows more at NRC for me and to see Riddle and Trey. If we are all together, even better! I love cats oh so much <333

Neige would also be instant friendship, most like Kalim. He's like a angel I just ran into and we share apples, smiles and the world feels like a cottagecore, I'm spinning around the school with him by my side. I don't even look like my gloomy self anymore, he fills me with so much joy and wholesome feelings~ Gran is my favorite dwarf, he get each other like anyone would

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Thank you again for these interesting headcanons, Swimmy! I had a lot of fun imagining all of them <3 pls if you have something more to share, you're always welcomed in my inbox! we talked so much that I practically feel like we're friends too~

me everytime someone talks to me more than three times and we have fun:

if you are reading this and you have your own First Best Friend type of headcanons, pls feel free to share with us too <3