#random spinning wheel gave me an idea

[milkteabinniechan]

all twisted up

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY ☕|m.list

pairing: Upperclassmen Chan x Underclassmen Felix

contents: college classmates Chan and Felix need to study for exams. But Felix is stressed, and Chan has a fun way to break the tension.

a/n: this was so much fun to write!! I am caught up in this whole academia au so please let me know if you want more :))

"You look absolutely desperate like this, you know."

Felix hissed through his teeth. He hated losing. Despised it. He pushed his arm through an an available opening.

"Who's idea was it to play Twister anyway?" Felix grunted.

Chan chortled heartily as he spun the wheel for the next move. Felix could feel his arm getting numb. How he managed to work himself into such a ridiculous shape he'll never know. Somehow he was on all fours, facing upward, with his right hand looped through Chan's legs, touching the yellow circle in front of it. Barely.

"Right foot red!" Chan shouted victoriously. A red circle placed a little too perfectly in front of his right leg. He was still standing, comfortable and confident. He lightly tapped his right toe onto the red circle.

"You're cheating!" Felix huffed. His legs beginning to shake from the cumbersome position.

"How would I do that? That spinner is completely random." Chan patted Felix's head like a puppy. "I know you hate losing, buddy."

Felix shook Chan's hand off of his head. He wouldn't give up this easily. He was no quitter. He rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath in, preparing for whatever the next move may be.

"Just spin the wheel, big boy." Felix gave a glaring look up at Chan.

Chan swallowed hard at the sound of being called big boy by his friend. A reaction he didn't expect his body to have. He leaned forward to spin the wheel on the floor. The tiny black needle spun fast until...

"Left foot blue." Chan muttered. They both turned to look at the next available circle. The only one even remotely possible for Felix to reach. The distance was still too far and they both knew it.

Felix took another full breath. He watched the blue circle in front of him as if it would move or jump further from him. It sat just a few inches from where his right hand was, underneath Chan. If he took his weight off his left hand to move it, he could fall. Felix knew his next move had to be made carefully. He slowly lifted himself from the crab position he was holding so that he was crouched. His right hand still holding strong, he stretched his left hand out through Chan's legs and reached for the blue circle.

In an instant, his balancing skills betrayed him. His right hand slipped beneath him, carrying too much of the weight. He fell to the matt with a thud.

"Damn it!" Felix squirmed, his leg swiping across Chan's shin, causing him to lose his balance.

Chan fell with a heaviness on top of Felix. Their faces just inches from each other. Felix's eyes were the most beautiful color, Chan had forgotten how clear they were. How they sparkled when the light caught them. Felix's breath hitched in his throat. His eyes pulled towards Chan's full lips, wet tongue resting inside. His hips swiveled underneath Chan's waist.

They were supposed to be studying. They had exams at the end of the month. Felix had to pass this semester or he'd be expelled from the university. Chan had offered to help him study. That's what they were supposed to be doing. Now Felix could feel all of the blood rushing somewhere else. His pants tightened and his hands were starting to move on their own.

Felix grabbed the bottom of Chan's shirt, and pulled it towards him. Chan eased his body down in response and craned his head up over Felix, so his entire body was towering over him. Chan playfully nudged his lips across Felix's mouth, letting their lips touch quickly, grazing himself in and out. Felix mimicked Chan's movements and let his lips flick and brush across his upperclassmen's open mouth.

Chan began to thrust his hips slowly. Felix whimpered at the feeling of the bulge against his own. Felix lifted his head in earnest and pressed his mouth against Chan's. The kiss pushed and pulled like ocean waves hitting the shore. Chan continued to grind desperately against Felix's clothed cock. Moaning filled both of their open, squelching mouths until they pulled again, a single strand of saliva still connecting them.

"I told you Twister would be fun, didn't I?" Chan growled with a smirk.

#stray kids #skz smut #writing #bang chan #chan x reader #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan #felix fluff #felix scenarios #felix smut #lee felix #felix lee #skz chan #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz #felix skz #skz fanfic #skz felix #boy love #mlm yearning #mlm #chan smut #chanlix

[solarissantaella]

You've heard of "do it scared," now it's time to

do it unmotivated.

You'll get exponentially much more writing done as soon as you stop expecting it to always be easy, effortless, and inspired.

I just completed NaNoWriMo with a final word count of 53,479. If I only wrote on days when i was inspired, that word count would have been closer to 3k.

I was raring to go on day one. That was easy.

Around Day 10, I had an interesting dream and was able to incorporate some of that imagery into the story. Done.

On Thanksgiving, something happened in my personal life that put me in the emotional state of one of my characters. Not a great experience, but at least it gave me something to write about.

Out of thirty days, I was only inspired to write on three.

Writing was significantly more fun on those three days, and I wrote some of my best passages during them. However, there were a lot of other interesting lines and scenes I never would have gotten down if I didn't set a daily timer and make myself write, whether I had any pressing ideas or not.

Even if half of what I wrote this month was just wheel-spinning, stream-of-consciousness nonsense, the literary equivalent of scribbling on a page to see if a pen has any ink in it, that's still 20k potentially workable words I would have missed out on if I only wrote when inspired.

One of the biggest issues of writing when uninspired is knowing where to start. I like to use a random number generator to give me a chapter. Then I write the first scene from that chapter that comes to mind.

Writing 1,667 seems intimidating, but how about writing 100? That's only a couple sentences, if you're a comma fiend like me! Write 100 words for your randomly selected scene. If you're feeling good about it, keep going! If not, the number generator is right there, ready to go again. Repeat as needed, and, boom! You've hit your word count!

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023 #writing reference #writing advice #writing tips

[myrandomfandomramblings]

Chenford Week 2023 Day 2: TV Tropes Day (July 12)

Spin the wheel! Pick a random trope and fic type from the wheel (click here)

S5 tropes / s5 parallels (can include other seasons)

Future tropes (engagement, wedding, pregnancy, kid fics)

Trope: Vacation, Fic Type: Fluff (full disclosure: I chose these from the wheels to fit an idea I already had in mind)

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Bear it all - A Chenford fanfic

When Lucy first opened her eyes into pure darkness she was momentarily disoriented. However, it didn’t take long before she remembered where she was: A tent in the California backcountry, with Tim, on their first ever camping trip. She wasn’t exactly sure what had woken her up but the top contenders were clear: she was cold and had to pee. The temperature had dropped significantly since they went to bed. In fact the tent had been so hot after sitting in the sun all day it could have essentially functioned as a green house. To beat the heat her and Tim had gone for a swim just before bed to cool down and both fallen asleep naked on top of their sleeping bags, shortly after. She figured the solution to that problem was pretty clear. She just needed to slip into her sleeping bag, but first she had to get to the outhouse to pee. She quickly located her headlamp which she had strategically placed under her pillow. However, she didn’t want to turn it on until she was out of the tent to prevent waking Tim, so she fished around blindly in her bag for something to throw on. Eventually she successfully produced an oversized sleep shirt and slipped it on , along with a pair of shoes, before quietly exiting the tent.

Once outside she was about to turn her headlamp on when she was distracted by the sky. This far out of the city it was clear of smog and light pollution and the stars were on full display. She started in the direction of the outhouse with her eyes still fixed on the sky until she realized she would ultimately need her headlamp to find them. She pressed the on button as she lowered her gaze and immediately let out a scream as her eyes met those of a bear illuminated by her light. The bear immediately turned and ran away into the woods, clearly frightened by the screaming woman. Just as Lucy’s pulse began to slow it began to pick up again, as she heard fast steps approaching from behind. She turned around and took up a fighting pose on instinct, ready to defend herself as she saw a large shadow advancing quickly toward her in the darkness. She was just debating Fight vs. Flight when it stepped into her headlamp’s beam.

“Tim?”

She questioned as the situation became clear.

“Lucy?” he asked frantically, “Are you okay? I heard someone scream.” 

“I’m fine,” Lucy reassured him, “but I have to ask, how exactly did you think this,” she continued gesturing to Tim, who was standing before her buck naked wielding a pillow like a weapon, “was going to help?” she finished dissolving into laughter.

“I don’t know,” Tim replied defensively as the reality of the situation seemed to sink in and he lowered the pillow to cover himself. “I woke up to screaming and you gone. I guess I just panicked and jumped right into action.”

“With a pillow?”

“It was the first thing I could find. Would you rather I had left you to die?”

“I wasn’t going to die. It was just a black bear. Gave me a bit of a scare but I think I scared it more.”

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“I guess you weren’t,” Lucy offered, finally containing her laughter, “I appreciate the effort,” she continued giving Tim a quick kiss, “but if you wanted a naked pillow fight all you had to do was ask.”

#chenfordweek23 #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Ya know what? You challenged me to send you more ideas, so here I am! I wanna hear the epic love story that takes place between Showbit and Slashley. Does he take his chainsaw to dates at fancy restaurants and then use her to kill all the staff? Does he kiss her under the light of the full moon? Is their relationship lethally toxic and problematic??? I wanna hear about what this man is doing to his chainsaw!

Also everyone who reads this is legally obligated to leave nice comments on Bugsy's other stories! He's a great writer and deserves more praise

Objectophiliac

Features: Showbit, Slashley, random sacrificial Jane Doe Warnings: Blood, mild violence

There’s only one thing that Showbit loves as much as himself, which is quite the tall order. Sure, he’d found her at a hardware store, but he’d really made her his own. It had taken time of course, even though it was love at first sight, certain things about her needed to be tweaked. He could not have her wearing orange, it clashed with his usual red suit, so he got her redressed in red. He gave her diamonds. He gave her rubies. He carved a heart right through her, and he renamed her. Something more modern. He renamed her Slashley… Though Stabitha was a close second.

All of this would have been disturbing if it was to a woman, but Slashley is a chainsaw. A completely inanimate chainsaw. And for some reason, Showbit is downright smitten with it.

“Well would you look at that bloodspray! Hahaha! Beautiful!”

Showbit threw his head back with a loud, howling laugh as he drove his beloved Slashley through some unfortunate Jane Doe on his show. She’d been his co-host of the week, but that was irrelevant. He’d gotten an itch for violence, and Slashley always provided. The revving of her engine sounded like a love song to him, the blood spraying on his face a welcome bonus.

When the show cut to commercial, he was meticulous in cleaning her, murmuring sweet nothings to Slashley as he replaced her chain. “Sweet thing, you’re doing so good for me today… Let’s get you cleaned up, you pretty thing you…” Carefully wiping the blood off her plastic exterior, he couldn’t stop the smile that bubbled up, seeing his reflection in one of the many rubies he’d glued to her casing. “Oh look at you! You’re gorgeous baby! You know I can’t get enough of you, especially when you look like this!”

He hugged Slashley, smitten. “Tell you what, how about we go out after work, yeah? We could go find some of the bastards running Slaughterama and chop em’ up! God, they’re so fucking annoying- You know they ripped off my show completely, yeah? We’re the number one red room, not them!” He barked out, rage bubbling up.

“U-Uhm- Ten- Ten seconds to end of commercial-” An unfortunate Jane Doe tried to talk to him, but that just ended with Slashley going clean through her abdomen.

Showbit growled, standing up and wiping Slashley as clean as he could with his sleeve, putting on a smile as he strode onto his stage. “Welcome back everyone, time to spin the Wheel of Depravity! I hope it lands on Slash and Dash~”

#bugsy drabble #violetcottontail showbit #everymanhybrid #emh #habit everymanhybrid #habit emh #slenderverse #text post #rabbit request

[crushonwoo]

Crush

pairing : jeon wonwoo x fem!reader  genre : college au, fluff, series summary : your best friend minghao attempted to throw you a surprise party for your 21st birthday and you finally meet his twelve best friends. teaser

He's really pissing you off as he sits on the floor and delicately paints the large canvas with his obnoxiously small paint brush. "It's your twenty-first birthday you can't spend it here alone!" He spoke continuing to paint as you sat across the room working on a vase. "We have to celebrate, and might as well join my friends and I to a bar crawl." Minghao continued while you gave him a blank stare.

"No they invited you." He chuckled. "I'd rather have my own celebration Hao, sorry I don't want to celebrate my birthday with you and your random friends I've never met."

"Oh come on, you'll like them!" He stopped painting and walked towards you to see what project you were currently working on. "You need to get laid, your projects look like shit. So might as well use one of my friends!" You gasped at him and accidentally created a dent in the clay. He just giggles to himself.

"What are you, my pimp?"

"I'd be a stupid pimp if I have you as my whore."

Your jaw drops at his insults and you begin to physically abuse him with your clay covered hands. He laughs like a maniac but accepts the punches since they're not inflicting any actual damage.

"Oh wait you're a virgin so you can't be a whore!" This time you did attempt to inflict any type of pain onto him. You eventually tackled him to the ground and tried to strangle him. "Okay okay! I'm sorry I take it back Y/N please!" He shouts pinning your arms to the sides of your body stopping all and any movements.

"Besides you have more than enough sex for the both of us." You taunt with an eye roll before getting off him to go back to your section of the room.

Minghao and you met your first year of college both some sort of art major and immediately clicked at orientation. By your second year you both decided to rent out an apartment together. Luckily enough you guys rented a three bedroom apartment and turned the third bedroom into a study room which really means he draws and paints in here while you sculpt and spin clay on a wheel. "Whatever." He scoffs still seated on the floor with his arms resting on his knees as he watched you. Now it's your third year of knowing each other, second year of living here, and he now wants you to meet his childhood friends that all go to different neighboring schools. "How about instead of going bar hopping we go to a club?" Your face scrunches up not liking the idea of socializing on your birthday. You have never been one to make a big deal out of said birthday, too much attention and something always goes wrong. You’re usually left with the feeling of wanting to cry because the night never lives up to your expectations. So no you don't want to do anything for your birthday and that way you don't expect anything so you won’t end up disappointed.

"No." Your dry response is final so he throws his body back and accidentally lands on the splotches of wet paint he had left out. "That's what you get for trying to peer pressure me!" You laugh and tease at the tall man. You even point at him. He doesn't get up from the paint and accepts defeat. He lays there with a pouty face. The longer he lays there guilt begins to creep in as your laughter quiets down. "Okay fine I'll go to a club, just one and that's it." You hope you wouldn’t regret this decision.

He jumps up and runs towards you. Grabs your face, squishing your cheeks in the process and gives you a fat exaggerated kiss on the cheek. With the sound effects and all. "Go shower! I'll pick out an outfit for you!" He runs into my room and you groan already regretting what you just agreed to.

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"I'm uncomfortable." You muttered as he drags you up the driveway of his friends house by hand while your other hand is constantly pulling the dress down that consistently rides up your thighs. "Stop running, It's making my feet hurt even more!" You scold him as you tug his arm and force your feet to stop moving so he is yanked backwards.

He turns to look at you in the outfit he picked out. It wasn't anything too crazy since he knows you like keeping your appearance simple. "Stop complaining, you look hot, now hurry up we have to pick up Junhui." He continued to drag you.

"Minghao all the lights are off are you sure he didn’t get a ride from another friend?” You couldn’t help but to ask and as you were about to knock he opens the unlocked door before forcing you to walk into the dark entry. “What the hell Ming-“

“Surprise!”

Out of both shock and fear you automatically cling onto Hao to not fall to the ground. “Happy birthday!” Random voices shout continuously and strangers begin to either pat you on the head as a greeting or give you an awkward side hug since you are still attached to your best friend.

“Y/N, these are all my friends, all twelve of them.” Minghao bragged as he began to greet all his friends and individually introduce them to you. You needed alcohol quick if you were going to be the only girl in a group of thirteen guys.

next

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo series #college wonwoo #minghao #junhui #Crush #coming soon #seventeen series #crushonwoo

[dark-lord-tom-returns]

A very old man just invaded my personal space at the pharmacy to lean over the counter and shout "I have the flu and you're out of dayquil!" at the pharmacist.

Couple of notes

He was not wearing a mask

He was actively wiping his snotty nose and touching the counter

He almost touched me

Now since it's not socially acceptable to murder the elderly, I decided to invent a conspiracy theory which the pharmacist either played along with or I'm late to a party.

"You should really be wearing a mask" I said to the elderly plague vector

He turns and fixes me with the reagonomics stare of fuck the future economy, gives a big snotty sniff, and says "I ain't scared of a fucking virus"

"Well sure," I say, safely ensconced in my mask and multiple vaccinations. "But what about the Chinese ai bots?"

This confuses him. He knows the liberal talking points. He doesn't care about his own health, or my health, or the pharmacist. But China? AI? These are scary words. The colorful picture box tells him so at night.

"What about them?" He asks suspiciously. This is new. A conspiracy he doesn't know but in his heart he wants it, I can tell.

"You haven't heard?" I ask coming up with multiple tons of bullshit on the spot. "All those new AI art bot things online? It's a Chinese ploy to make better deep fake technology. They steal your face off surveillance cameras and then recreate you they can spread propaganda."

Is this happening? Probably not. None of those sentences make sense. Why would they want random faces? To whom would your face be especially good at for propaganda? The AI art bots are definitely evil. Just saw the post today about tencent and their anime face capture nonsense, it gave me the idea honestly.

But he wants to believe me. I see that ancient hamster, a survivor of Noah's arc I'm sure, spinning that brain worm infested wheel trying to figure out where this lands in his universe. He takes a moment, another wet sniff.

"Surely we're fine inside?" He decides. The mask is still evil. The shouty man on fox said so. "Target is a good American company."

And the pharmacist, with perfect comedic timing in the most deadpan voice.

"Actually Target takes a lot of money from overseas"

The look on this man's face. His entire world started to unravel. Part of me wishes I could have done more but really, what could I have possibly added at that point?

#covid 19 #and then everyone clapped

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

so electrons 'orbiting' the nucleus in atoms is a convenient fiction, it's wrong but not a wholly inaccurate model of thinking for most people in most situations - electrons have orbitals and energy levels, which correspond to areas around the nucleus that they are Likely To Be Found In, but because quantum mechanics says that anything can TECHNICALLY be anywhere, saying they have an orbit the way a planet orbits a sun doesn't work (it also doesn't work because an accelerating chage radiates energy, so all the electrons would collapse into the nucleus because they'd lose the speed to keep their position and a circle is constantly changing direction aka acceleration, and THAT's high school physics, so maybe the actual comment here is that schools need to be better at making people integrate the knowledge from various classes with eachother)

also the idea that the full nuanced truth of a model or theory should be taught at first pass seems unwise to me, wait until you get to quantum orbitals in carbon, which doesn't match with the standard orbitals either, because the orbitals depend on angular momentum and the magnetic quantum numbers and on spin... and what even IS spin, because it's got othing to do with things spinning...

Oh gosh, thank you! So they are still bopping around outside the nucleus at least, then? Just not like a Hot Wheels car on a predictable racetrack?

My google search gave me a vague awareness that electrons don't orbit so much as wander with waves of energy involved, and I did get the part about them not radiating energy because that would mean they lose their momentum, but most of the articles on it (if they weren't blatantly saying "orbit the nuclei like tiny planets") were suuuper freaking dense and jargonical. I gave up after about 7 of those.

I know very little about quantum physics and all I know is disjointed and random. Most of it is related to atomic energy technology (I go through Dept of Energy files for work and sometimes work is slow, I see a term I don't recognize, and research things like gaseous diffusion or heavy water), and what's not related to Job is like, The Holographic Principle or String Theory. Very hard to find entry level stuff in that field, especially when the memory of taking AP Physics 12ish years ago is mostly trying not to cry because I can NOT do pre-calculus. I always get lost when they wheel out the mathematics...

#rhs answered an ask #science

[halloweensuittruffles]

could you possibly write something for lanque <3 fozzer? I haven't seen any fics for them yet, so if you did I'd really appreciate it! I didn't have anything particular in mind plot-wise, so whatever you think would be fun is good!

I will 100% give it a try! I’ve never written something for them before but I will try my favorite best!

Hmmm..After spinning my wheel decide wheel of ideas, I think this’ll work! Hope you like it ^^💚❤️

Lanque ❤️ Fozzer: Doing eachothers hair

To get to the point Fozzer’s hair, was a lil messy, sure he showered like any other troll but his hair was sometimes a bit scruffy. Which his matespirt didn’t mind, but it certainly was basically KILLING the jade to not cut all the hair on the rust’s head off and start over.

Your hair can do a lot for you as a person, and really Fozzer just didn’t care as his hair wasn’t effecting his work so why bother.

Oh Lanque bothered.

“Fozzer dear-“ he spoke finally, Fozzer was in more casual clothes. Fozzer looked at Lanque as he spoke tilting his head slightly

“Your hair…” Lanque started which made Fozzer look away in annoyance

“My_hair_is_my_business_. It’s_on_my_head.” Fozzer stated simply which made Lanque take a breath

“Can you just, let me make it a bit more..” Lanque paused

“Presentable?”

Fozzer rolled his eyes some “really_?”

Lanque just stared at the rust blood for a long time, to which Fozzer had to give in

Eventually the rustie gave in and Lanque absolutely went nuts.

Cuckoo for Cocopuffs that’s what he did

Lanque styled, cut, moved, did everything he could to his lovers hair. Eventually he settled on a shorter hair cut that was more even with his bangs. And a random flower crown cause why not. Fozzer’s face was a lil rosey from the fact that, he liked it! The flowers were a nice touch

#hiveswap #fanfic #fic request #hiveswap friendsim #lanque bombyx #fozzer velyes #Fozzer x Lanque #matesprits #first fic of these two!! hope it’s ok >< #I’ll have another spin fic tonight too! #and maybe some fantroll stuff if ppl don’t mind .//3//.

[bdbsvirtualjournal]

24/10/2023 - Sleep Deprived Adventures Part 2

After I've captured the pipe in the most artistic way I could I actually went to that job fair I said I'll go. I went in the direction of the Complex, but didn't used any sort of maps, I just went where my eyes and my bike took me and vaguely in that direction. My mood was severely influenced by the movie like experience of chasing the Colterm pipe and I felt like I was in a film. The air had a different feel, the colors were more pronounced and my state of mind was very aware of every passing second. I wished I could've stopped and wrote something, but it wasn't the moment.

When I finally got in the front of the building that was hosting the job fair, I felt a deep and severe disgust about the whole thing. I was tired and I didn't want to talk about jobs and to ask about them to random people and I especially didn't want to deal with the false veil of amiability that hid the transactional nature of the whole deal. When I entered the building I was hit with a big wave of boredom and bitterness. I felt so uninterested by everything there. My inner radical marxist was in pure agony. "And I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom", that's what was in my mind while I was walking in the big hall full of stands of different firms handling flyers and useless objects with their logo on them. The only place where I actually wanted to go was the Nokia stand. I always had a fascination with Nokia. In every stage of my life their products were present. The phones my parents had, how I mindlessly played with them and how step by step I learn their functions and secrets and how I found a game in every application built in them from Settings and Calculator to actually cool ones. Some old Nokia phones had an app in witch you could create ringtones. From 1 to 8 it was a note and '*' I think changed the tone of the note. Later in life when I owned phones, most of them were Nokia Phones. Some had access to internet. I didn't have cable internet until I was 12, so my gateway to the world wide web was on a 128x128 screen with 2G speeds. But it was enough for me, I manage it make it work. That's how my computer knowledge become fruitful I think. For me, my first experience with Java wasn't as a programing language, but as an OS. But I digress. When I entered the university, the Idea of working at Nokia seemed interesting since their buildings are the closest to me from every Multinational in my city. Later my hatred for cars and the automotive increased exponentially. Most of the companies that search for Polytechnic students are automotive firms. So Nokia is basically the only place that seems interesting to me.

Their stand had some cool stuff I guess, a robot that had a very small delay and worked with 5G technology. One thing that I liked, even thought it might be weird or rude, was their directness. They asked me what year I am and what Faculty, and based on my Answer they started to talk about some internship they have there. I liked this directness since it wasn't masked into any performative subtilty about the whole scenario. I'm interested in a job and they are interested in cheap labor. After I got the info about their job opportunities, I considered leaving. I really wasn't interested in any other stands from there, but because I met a colleague from my Summer Practice there, I decided to see what other firms had to offer. Atoss had a stupid spin the wheel game, ZF had a pretty cool break model and they explained it to me. I did understand most of it even thought I never pressed a break pedal in my life. At Huawei the people didn't know how to talk, they just gave me a flyer and that's it. I was also pissed at them because I wanted to root my P30 lite but I can't because they stopped giving the code for bootloaders or something like that. After that I decided to leave. Went to a store to buy something to eat, they didn't have anything that I want so I was pretty pissed (when I'm tired I get irritated easily), eat at my mother's workplace, talked with her about a book, and after that I went to gym. The traffic was abysmal and that made even more irritated. I felt a hatred for everything that was around me basically. I've calmed down after talking a little to a friend and seeing some info about Ciprian Porumbescu in the Bastion. The big poster that I read talked about the relationship between him and a woman whom he deeply loved, but they couldn't get married because their parents didn't approved of it. Even thought they didn't get married, he had a deep love for her his entire live, writing passionate letters to her. That dedication and the whole subject of impossible love is one that started to deeply fascinate me lately, for reasons I will discuss another time.

When I was close to the gym, on a public trash bin there was a book. Naturally, I stopped to investigate it. Every time I see a book or everything book shaped I stopped to look at it. It was an old white hardcover without anything on it. I opened it. The first page was a black page, but had a message:

Translation: "I hope that your life steps to be crowned only with success and happiness, and that on the last step you'll find the wonderful bouquet of accomplishments. Happy Birthday! With love P... 7.II.1969"

It hit me like a truck. My heart started to dismantle. Every cell of my blood was filled with sorrow. 'How could anyone throw this living piece of history away?' I get emotional when I see two things thrown away and / or abandoned. Teddy bears and books. The first one represents to me the loss of childhood. What's more sad than a child negating his innocence and its wonders by tossing aside his toys, action that they will most like it regret it later? And how can such a soft and pure object be treated like that? No filth or degradation should touch the cozy texture of a teddy bear in the same way trauma and hardship shouldn't corrupt the innocence of a child. So I've always imagine the loss of innocence as a teddy bear thrown away, tossed in the trash. The latter represent the beauty of life, the tool that gives meaning to existence. "The gateway to eternity, our bridges from past to future, from pain to joy", beautifully said by Anya's mother in The Orchard by Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry. Books are the strongest pieces that stand the test of time.

So why would someone commit such a heinous crime like that? That page alone deserves to be framed and put in a museum. That page alone holds the entire life of two persons. The reader and P. who are probably dead by now. Their spirits are forever linked with this book, by the unseen fingerprints, microscopic pieces of skin and the ink tattooed in the page.

That signature is older than my mother. And someone decided to throw it away.

I hoped it was a good book, so I could take, but I'm sure I would've take it just for that first page. Luckily (or bafflingly) for me, it was a copy of Wuthering Heights.

'And such a great book!' I thought.

I had to take it. Not only it's a great book and a living piece of history, a continuation of lives. Now the anonymous birthday haver and P. continue to live, in my brain and heart and in my library, until both of those turn to dust. I put the book in my backpack and went to gym.

The gym session was great. Worked my back and biceps. I felt really good after it. No more sings of mental irritation! My plan was to go home, do some chores, take a power nap in order to be fresh when I see my girlfriend. I had to buy something for my dad's chainsaw.

When I enter the front door, I see my dad in the yard, with a lot of logs cut. I already knew my nap plans were obliterated. I wasn't mad tho. I just helped him with them. He is in a wheelchair for a few months because he injured his heel heavily. I basically did another working out session but a vintage one. We finished with enough time for me to eat something and prepare to go.

While I wasn't annoyed or extremely sleepy, I was in a high state of euphoria, like I was drugged or something. I was high on tiredness. My mind jumped to silly thoughts a lot. I was a little scared that I will be moody and won't have a great date, but not so much to get affected. I waited for her in front of the Church from Balcescu Square, which was open and the evening Mass was held. I listened a little bit to it and admired the inside of the Church. I was surprised that it was in Romanian and not in Hungarian or Latin. The vibe was very somber. I think I'll go to a Ceremony there someday, to compare it to the Orthodox one.

After I met with my girlfriend we talked about our day and other stuff. It was an extremely pleasant talk. My tiredness didn't affect me in any way. We walked to her place, cuddles for a while and after that we prepared snacks and finished Arcane. We started it in September but only now we finished it. After that we laid in each other arms. The moment was enhanced by the tiredness we both felt.

But I had to go home. I was incredibly tired and didn't have the stuff that I needed for the next day of uni. Did I mention that I start at 8AM and that I have a lab, so I can't miss? The walk home was miserable. Delusional thoughts were boosted by my aggravated tiredness. I almost got myself to tears. I will analyze them another time.

#journal #journal entry #diary entry

[our-lady-of-vampires]

So I made an emo/goth/punk princess...

#random spinning wheel gave me an idea #art #my art #goth #punk #emo #grunge #scene #i think i might name her raven idk #she's also a lesbian #lesbian #feel free to rb #emo princess #lol I tried #ahaha

[xutokawa]

aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx

pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating

wc: 2.3k

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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah

atsumu and oikawa ver.

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Suna

“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.

“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.

“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”

“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.

“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined. 

“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.

“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.

As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you. 

“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.

Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”

“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back. 

Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.

“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.

“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague. 

“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.

“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret. 

“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.

“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”

“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.

“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.

“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.

“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.

“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.

“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.

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Bokuto

“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.

“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.

The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago. 

“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.

Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.

The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. 

“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.

“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.

Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind. 

Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?

As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat. 

Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.

Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.

The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling. 

Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving. 

“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”

Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.

“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands. 

“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger. 

“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.

Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust. 

“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.

That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.

#hq imagines #hq x you #hq x reader #suna angst #suna rinataro x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna scenarios #suna headcanons #cheating #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyu!! #haikyuu #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #bokuto scenario #bokuto x y/n #haikyuu koutarou #kotaro angst #kotaro bokuto #koutarou angst #koutarou bokuto #bokuto hq #haikyu angst #hq angst

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

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“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

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[randomshyperson]

hiii hope you’re doing well and drinking enough water!!! I’ve got an idea for high school nerdy wanda that I wanna share with you and you feel free to write it or not! so wanda is nerdy, shy and adorable and reader is popular and actually nice and has always been intrigued by wanda. I was listening to drivers license by olivia rodrigo when this idea came to me so, reader probably gives wanda a ride and it becomes their thing and reader is always saying wanda should get her driver’s license and they eventually get together and it’s all cute and fluffy but there’s this blonde girl (for the sake of the song lol) who’s obsessed with reader and always makes wanda nervous and jealous. so when said girl finds out about reader and wanda (let’s just consider this girl the typical most popular girl in school trope) she threatens reader and makes reader break up with wanda and get with her. you decide what the threat would be. maybe something really personal about reader or wanda’s past that would haunt them if people were to find out. but then reader and wanda get back together in the end of course. sorry it’s so long and again you don’t have to write this!!

Hi, honey, is everything alright? I hope so! I had to listen to Drivers Licence One Hour Version to write this, but I liked it haha This song is great for dramatizing a romance I never experienced, and I hope you'll be pleased! By the way, i kept the original drama of the singers (the whole guy was older and stuff)

Happy reading.

Drivers License - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: 13+, Language, mentions of abuse/sexual harassment, bullying, underage kissing.

Words: 2.642K // Read on AO3 too 

You met Wanda Maximoff in your senior year of high school. 

It was raining heavily, and you had stayed late at school to take care of your responsibilities as leader of the athletic team. You figured that at that time there would only be you and the janitor in school, but as you were leaving towards the parking lot, you bumped into someone.

- Damn it, I'm sorry! - you said, looking at the person. It was a girl about your age, but you had never seen her before. She looked away from you immediately, as she bent down to pick up the books you dropped. - Hey, let me help you with that.

You bent down and helped her pick up the books, and when you stood up, you handed them to her with a smile.

- Thank you. - She spoke softly without looking at you. Maybe she was shy, you thought. 

And then you heard thunder and let out an exclamation, an idea occurring to you.

- Hey, are you driving? - you asked gently, and the girl frowned, but denied it with her head. - I can give you a ride, because of the rain.

- Oh, that's okay. No need. - She denied, blushing. You let out a little giggle when a louder thunderclap sounded.

- It's no bother, really. - You said, smiling. - Where do you live?

- On the Sokovia complex.

- Wow, you see? We are practically neighbors. - You reply cheerfully. - I live two streets away from your house.

The girl nods, looking away. You put your hand in your pocket.

- All right then. - She finally agrees, and you smile as you open the door to the parking lot, and walk out in front with her walking slightly behind.

You walk in silence to your car, but when you start the vehicle, you want to talk to her.

- So, what's your name? - you ask gently as you drive in reverse to leave the parking lot.

- Wanda. - She answers in a small voice looking out of the window. - Wanda Maximoff.

- I've never seen you before, Wanda. - You comment, and then you are outside, and the rain makes a loud noise against the car. 

- I'm a first-year. - She says and you let out a sigh of understanding. That' s why you didn't know her, she was a freshman. - But I know you.

You let out a surprised little laugh.

- Oh yeah?

- Everybody knows.

- Is it bad?

She shrugs, smiling slightly. You think you already like her. You then turn on the radio, letting some pop song play softly, and then you start tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song. 

- Since you are a first-year, you must not have a driver's license yet, right? - You comment, and Wanda denies it with a grumble.

- I'm only 15. - she says. You stop at a traffic light.

- Why were you in school until now? - you ask curiously.

- It's the best time to be in the library. - She answers, looking at you briefly. 

You are silent again, and then you arrive in the area of the Sokovia residences.

- Hey, Wanda. - You call out to her before she opens the door. - I can drive you to school if you want. - And seeing her surprised expression, you quickly add with amusement. - Just until you get your license.

Wanda smiles, and nods in agreement before leaving. 

It took 160 rides for you to realize that you were in love with Wanda Maximoff. And you thought it was not surprising at all.

From the first time you saw her, you thought she was impressive. And then every day of the week, you had a vision of her half-asleep leaving the house, and greeting you with a smile. You talked about everything, from the most superficial and random things, to your insecurities and fears. You shared your breakfast, and sang songs together. But then you'd get to school, and your friends would surround you, and Wanda would disappear. You only got her back on the way out, when you gave her a ride home.

You didn't say anything about it, and neither did Wanda. It was as if your car was the safe space in your relationship. And you were completely terrified of messing it up.

And then it rained again, but this time your car was in the outside parking lot. You ran to the car through the rain, and when you finally took cover you were soaked. You started laughing the next second, and when you looked at Wanda, you couldn't control yourself. 

- I want to kiss you. - You breathlessly confessed when you stopped laughing, Wanda blinked in surprise, her face red. - Is that all right?

It takes a moment, but she nods. Then you move on the seat toward her, and she meets you halfway. When your mouths meet, you both sigh. It's sweet and tender, and you part, leaving your foreheads together.

- Why did you stop? - She whispered with her eyes closed, making you gasp. And then you kissed her again, this time until the windows were fogged up.

Unfortunately things don't get amazing after that. The routine comes back to you, and then you are overwhelmed with end-of-year tasks. Even though you are completely in love with Wanda, and steal kisses between one ride and the next, you see the distance between you grow. Maybe it's the way you two act like you didn't know each other at school, or how Wanda won't tell you what your friend Sharon Carter was talking to her about the other day at school, or maybe it's the way you don't tell her that Tony Stark made fun of you for weird freshman.

And then things get much worse when you turn eighteen, because your friends start mocking you with the law on their side. And it's hard to concentrate on the good memories with Wanda while they tease and mock, and you want to go back to the car, but you have to smile and nod politely, because that's what they expect of you, and soon you're graduating.

You receive your acceptance letters from the universities, and you want to tell Wanda, but she is traveling with her family, and you are bored. And so you agree to celebrate with your friends who also got their letters, at some bar in town. When you start drinking, it's easy to dance and laugh all night, and when they tease you again, you want to leave, but there is a gentle touch on your shoulder. Sharon hugs you, and tells you that everything will be all right, that you should go out with someone who looks more like you, who is compatible, and when she says lots of sweet words, you want to remember smiles and stolen glances at school and gentle touches in your car, but your head is spinning and you accept her kissing you.

When you wake up, you are wearing no clothes, and there is a hand on your waist. You want to throw up, because even though you and Wanda never made a commitment, you feel the betrayal burning in your bones.

You want to yell at Sharon and tell her to leave, but then she's threatening you, with pictures you don't even remember taking. And when you get back to school, she tells everyone that you two are dating, and you wait for Wanda in the parking lot, but she doesn't show up.

You cry at your graduation, and not from happiness. And when the ceremony is over, you get in your car and drive one last time to Wanda's house, and you cry against the steering wheel. You are 18 now, with a diploma and a girlfriend. This is over, and you have to move on.

In college you meet someone who helps you, her name is Shuri, and after you have spent the whole first year being completely miserable, you have a literature assignment together. When you are going over the details of the presentation, at the third coffee meeting, you cry when you tell her about the photos.

- My girlfriend is blackmailing me. - You whisper, and she looks surprised for a moment, but then she hugs you, and assures you that she will help you.

There are police for a while, and then courts and court orders, and then therapy. You also make new friends now, good friends who don't judge or make fun of you. And then you pay attention in class again, and agree to join the track team. 

You try not to think that there is only one thing missing in your life, because you have no right to disappear and go back to her life, but you can't help it missing her.

But you swallow your feelings, and try to pay attention to the future.

You come home in the fall, and your past comes back to you. You don't think you've ever talked much to your brother about school, but then you find yourself asking. And as he talks, you ask about Wanda.

- Wow, I remember her. - He says. - That girl you used to drive around with, right? - he asks and you nod. - I never understood why Sharon was so mean to her, but I guess it all makes sense now.

You blink in confusion.

- What do you mean?

- I thought you knew that story. - He remarked nonchalantly while you were in the kitchen, he was looking for cookies. - She used to say such bad things to Wanda, as if she was superior to her, you know? I think she acted completely different around you.

Your heart is racing. Confused and angry.

- Why didn't anyone ever tell me this? - You complain and your brother frowns.

- Look, it wasn't anyone's problem. 

- It was my problem. - You retort. - I would have interfered, I liked Wanda!

Your brother is surprised by your outburst, but says no more. You drag your feet out of the kitchen.

You want to scream in anger, or punch Sharon in the face, but it's not mature and there's a court order. So you throw yourself on the bed, sinking your face into the pillow. When you fall asleep, you dream of Wanda.

On your last day at home, you know you shouldn't, but you drive to her house. You think your heart is going to burst out of your chest, but you swallow your nervousness and get out of the car. Wanda is on the porch, with her brother, and she looks surprised to see you. You assume that she didn't want to see you, but when she is close enough, she hugs you around the waist, putting her face into your chest. Your body instantly relaxes. You don't know if you're blushing from the hug, or from her brother's gaze on you, maybe a little of both, you think as you hug her back.

When you two are left alone on her veranda, you apologize for long minutes, because you're just sorry you lost her. But Wanda smiles, and holds your hand. And you are silent for a while, swinging your feet on the rocking chair. And then Wanda giggles.

- I got my driver's license. - She comments, and you let out a surprised and happy exclamation. 

- Let's drive somewhere now. - you say excitedly. Wanda laughs.

- Where?

- Anywhere. - You answer already getting up, pulling her by the hand.

While you are in the car, she tells you that she is going to a university in the south, forty minutes away from yours, and you can't hide your excitement. And then you are turning on the radio and singing along with Wanda loudly as she drives down a highway.

When she drops you off, you exchange numbers, and you know that this time you're not going to let her get away.

You are busy with college. Very busy. But this time, there are messages and video calls from Wanda almost every day. And then she's in college, and she's just as busy as you are. And you start missing her a lot, and your friends comment that you should tell her how you feel.

So you're driving to her dorm, but when you get out of the car, she's arriving, distracted with some books.

You hug her from behind, lifting her slightly in the air, she is startled at first, but as soon as she realizes it's you, she laughs. She turns around quickly, hugging you by the neck, the books are pressed against you, but you don't mind.

- What are you doing here? - she asks with a smile. You think she looks beautiful.

- I miss you. - You say, making her blush. - Can we go somewhere?

Wanda thinks for a moment, but smiles.

- Sure, I just need to leave some notes with my roommate. - She says. - You can visit my dorm.

You nod, escorting her into the dormitory. When you walk in you try not to get too excited. Everything is so organized, even for a college dorm.

Wanda's roommate is not here, so she just leaves her notes on the desk while you admire her polaroid collection.

- Where did you take this one? - you ask, pointing to a photo where Wanda was wearing a sailor costume.

She walked from the table to you, and let her chin rest on your shoulder. 

- At Sam Wilson's birthday party last year. - She answered, looking at the picture. 

- You look nice. - You commented, letting your gaze wander to the other pictures. Then Wanda's hands encircle your waist, in an embrace, and you bite the smile from your lips. - And this one?

You point to a photo where she is with Pietro.

- Halloween. - She answers after a moment. - I think we were on the street outside the house. - You murmur in agreement, looking at the photos, and then Wanda is moving her face. - You smell good.

- Thank you. - You comment, ignoring the fast beating of your heart. And then your gaze catches an interesting photo. - Ulala.

Wanda looks at the photo you are reaching for with your hand, and lets out a sigh, hiding her face behind your back as she laughs.

- Wanda Maximoff in a bikini, world. - You playfully try to look at her, but she just lets go of the hug, hiding her reddened face in her hands.

You raise your hands to her belly, tickling her until she pulls her hands away from her face. And while you're laughing, Wanda tries to push you away, but you hold onto her waist, and you both end up falling onto her bed. 

Your laughter slowly dies down, and you realize that Wanda is on top of you, your faces close together, and you swallow dry.

- I want to kiss you. - She confesses with reddened cheeks. - Is that okay?

You sigh and smile.

- Of course.

She smiles before bringing your lips together. It's as good as you remember, and then you're kissing until you're breathless, and Wanda sits on your lap at some point, and when your hands are on her waist and your fingers are through the fabric, you remember:

- I thought we were leaving. - You play out of breath.

- You're not going anywhere. - She replies with a smile and her lips swollen, before kissing you again.

Many dates happen after that, and two weeks later, you come back late from one of these, and you were planning something beautiful and impressive, but Wanda is smiling as she says goodbye and the words just slip out:

- Will you be my girlfriend?

Wanda blinks in surprise, taking her hand off the doorknob.  And then she smiles, and advances against you, kissing you on the mouth.

-Of course, you idiot. - She says against your lips, kissing you again.

And you are smiling, and kissing. And you don't want to let her out of the car, but you do, knowing that she would come back.

#wanda maximoff #wandaxreader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #marvel imagines #high school au

[skelswritingcorner]

Heartslabyul + Autistic!MC

This was originally posted on my Wattpad in October 2020 (link here!), but I vowed to repost my Autistic!MC UA when I got around to making this blog. This series was written to imagine what the story would generally be like with an autistic & AFAB MC and their interactions with the cast in the main story would be like.

Please note that the fic uses femminine pronouns as I was writing it with the MC being female in mind, as I am a woman myself and find it easier to write female MCs/reader inserts (I’m posting it here as it’s written on Wattpad). However, feel free to interpret this MC as any gender you may please since this doesn’t involve things like menstruation (the next two parts do involve stuff AFAB and/or trans women have). Other than that, please enjoy this fic! Under the cut due to length.

Riddle Rosehearts At first Riddle just thought she was a shy person. He had a feeling that it wasn't the case, but couldn't be bothered to ask her. Prior to his overblot, he hardly spoke to her since she was in Ramshackle dorm. However, he noticed that she regularly avoided eye contact with everybody around her. He just found MC awfully passive.

The first time he saw her at one of the Unbirthday Parties, he noticed she often spun around or paced back and forth, occasionally fidgeting with her sleeves. After the party, he entertained the idea of asking her himself about her behavior, but decided to ask Trey if he had any idea after dealing with some rule breakers. Trey couldn't exactly pinpoint anything in particular, he knew she mentioned in passing that she finds certain textures weird or wanders into a quiet location because she says 'I'm a little overwhelmed.'

After his overblot, Cater mentioned in passing how MC had no sense of danger around him, and literally approached him like normal. Everyone, even Crowley, was baffled to her behavior. "She even squished your cheeks and giggled because your skin is soft?" Riddle vaguely remembered her doing that, and the absolute confusion running through his head at her lack of fear.

When he finally asked her about it, MC replied with, "Oh, I'm on the autism spectrum. Some of my behavior might be weird, and I don't know if there's any documentation of autism in this world." After she said that, all of her behavior made sense to Riddle. He even began documenting her behaviors when he could, actions she does to calm down (aka stims), and things like her special interests. He wants to make sure he can understand her, and maybe help her advocate for herself.

Trey Clover This man's pretty chill. He notices her behavior pretty quickly. He has a little sister, and he knows certain behaviors aren't normal. However, because his sister likely isn't as old as MC, he has to talk with Cater to see if any of her behavior could be considered "normal". When Cater confirms that he never seen similar behavior in his own sisters ("Then again," Cater chuckles, "not all women are the same.").

When he asked Ace, Deuce, Grim and MC to collect chestnuts to make mont blanc he noticed how she didn't really care, but she said she kind of wanted to stretch her legs anyways.

When the five made the mont blanc, Trey noticed that MC didn't eat much of it since she said she wasn't a big fan of the texture and wasn't really hungry, and gave the rest to Grim. He kept note of it, but didn't think of asking her.

Later, when the five of them and Crowley were in the library after the events of the Unbirthday Party the day before, Trey noticed she went missing and started to panic. A little while later MC came back with a book that caught her eye. He and Crowley had a word with her to tell them next time when she's going somewhere so they don't panic again.

Out of the five dudes of Heartslabyul, he was the last to find out that MC was on the spectrum when the six of them ate Riddle's tart. She said something along the lines of, "Oyster sauce can't change the texture, but it'll make it too salty for me. Sensory inputs, y'know?" Poor dude was so confused when Cater broke the news to him, but Trey is understanding since Cater himself doesn't like certain kinds of flavors.

He might even ask MC what her favorite desserts are and try to make them for her when he has the chance.

Cater Diamond This dude's pretty easygoing, so he might be the most understanding out of everyone in Heartslabyul. When he first met MC he noticed how she paced around behind Ace and Deuce. When he asked them, Ace replied with, "Oh, she does that a lot. Says she has too much energy and has to use it somehow." He suggested that the three help him paint the roses red. They agreed to do so before class began (since Ace was wearing the collar and MC doesn't have magic, they had to use a paintbrush).

After Cater demonstrated how to paint the roses, he noticed that MC mimicked his actions exactly, down to the smallest movement. He found this interesting, even told a few of his classmates and Trey. Cater wanted to get to know her more, so he decided to talk with MC during lunch.

When he approached her, he noticed that she was somewhat shy and hardly talked much. Then again, she was eating so she likely didn't want to talk while eating food. After asking Deuce, he found out she's not exactly a talkative person.

Sometimes he noticed that she'd go into the light music room when nobody was there to study or read in peace. Part of him wanted to say hello, but he decided to respect the fact that she likely wanted some time alone and left.

When Cater came by after Trey, Ace, Deuce, Grim and MC finished making mont blanc he noticed that she didn't eat any (or had a tiny bit before giving it to Grim) because she didn't exactly like the texture. This made something click that something might be a little different with her. He decided to do some research, but couldn't find anything concrete.

During Riddle's overblot, he was shocked at MC's lack of a sense of danger and how she casually approached him and squished his cheeks and giggled uncontrollably. After the fight, she had Riddle's head resting in her lap when he asked MC about herself.

"Oh, I'm on the autism spectrum. I don't know if there's much documentation of it in this world, I hope my answer helps explain some of my behavior." this clicked with Cater, causing everything he noticed that was unique about her to finally make sense. When he finds out her special interest (let's just say it's drawing since it's one of mine), he might ask to take pictures of her with her art and post it on his Magicam account.

Deuce Spade (I basically gave up here) This confused baby...he's trying his best. He was confused when MC would randomly start crying at first, he'll try to comfort her. Sometimes he sees her spinning around or walking in circles during PE, but doesn't think of asking her about it.

When Deuce and MC went to Sam's Shop to get ingredients for Trey, he noticed how she would often glance at random objects for a moment and then focus on another. Confused him, but didn't think of asking about it.

When he had the impromptu sleepover with Ace, Grim and MC he noticed how she could ramble on and on about drawing. When he asked how she could go on about that topic and seemingly not stop Ace broke the news to him.

Now he just has more understanding of her behavior, he didn't really change much when he found out MC was autistic (other than wondering why she wanted to draw his magical wheel).

Ace Trappola This dude was pretty much the first to figure it out. When he and Grim had a quarrel on Main Street she was getting tears in her eyes randomly trying to stop everything from escalating.

Another time was when she randomly started crying in flying class, when he and Deuce asked her what was wrong she said between sniffles that sometimes she gets this urge to cry for no reason whatsoever, sometimes the same happens but she gets laughing fits.

He was the first one to find out MC is autistic when he goes to Ramshackle Dorm after he got his head 'cut off' by Riddle when she said she admired how he found advocating for himself so easily. When he asked her why, she replied with, "As someone on the autism spectrum I struggle with social skills, one of them being self advocacy."

After that, Ace tries his best to help her speak up for herself and comfort her if she randomly starts crying during class.

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #skel writes twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland heartslabyul #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #deuce spade #cater diamond #autistic mc #twst autistic mc ua

[unrequitedloveletter]

Oh my if you write for Nikolai can i request him and morozova reader who is also a shadow summoner ( the reader works against the darkling and is on alina sides) and reader is a little bit self conscious about her shadows because the darkling make them use them for evil reasons,but for nikolai they are beautiful?

Also,thank you if you decide ti write this and i love your blog❤️

Shadow Saint- Nikolai Lantsov

I absolutely can do this, thank you so much! I love this idea and I’m very excited to get into it!

This takes place circa Siege and Storm, by the way!

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

You’d known Nikolai as long as you could remember, and he knew of your powers, encouraged that you used them, but you tended to like keeping your abilites to yourself more than you did show them to others. 

It was something that Nikolai didn’t understand; so what if your brother used them for evil? So what if he created the fold and the volcra and the nichevo’ya along with it all? Your brother was evil. Your brother was the Darkling; he was Alinas worst enemy and the object of everyones hatred, but you weren’t him. You were Y/N Morozova. You were good. You were kind and wonderful and attractive and your laugh filled a room with light brighter than Alinas. 

He’d often catch you using the darkness at random. Spinning shadows between your fingers, darkening a space when it got too bright for your liking, bringing shade on exceptionally hot days, but he never said anything. He figured that, well, at least you were using them, right?

Alina, of course, had to train, as did you and some of the other Grisha that were staying on the compound, so, when Nikolai asked, you hesitantly agreed with him, still insecure as ever about the evils that your powers held, ones created by your brother, ones that your mother wasn’t able to stop.

“How old are you?” He asked as the two of you walked through the Spinning Wheel, trying to make your way to the elevator.

“I’m twenty-one,” you responded. “Just like you, Nik.” He hated to admit it, but he loved the nickname you’d given him, even despite how simple it was. 

“No,” Nikolai quipped. :If The Darkling is around 415, how old are you?”

“Oh,” you responded. “You mean my actual age, not how young I’ve kept my face?” Nikolai laughed at that as the two of you entered the elevator.

“I’m 410, technically speaking,” 

“I always knew I could’ve fallen for someone at least a couple hundred years older than me,” he teased, intertwining your fingers. 

A red flush came to your cheeks as the elevator slammed downward. When the door opened, you saw Alina, smiling and waiting for you so that your training could start.

She and Genya took either of your arms as Nikolai moved to have a chat with Mal and David, gently leading you to the center of the grounds. “You know he loves you, right?” Genya teased, running a hand along your face as the three of you stopped walking. “He’d give his life to save yours if a situation called for it!”

“I’d do the same,” you responded, turning to look at Alina. “I just don’t like the overwhelming odds that I may someday go mad and kill him.”

“The Darkling went mad after creating The Fold,” Alina reminded. “He went mad with power, which you dislike. You and brother might be siblings, but it does not mean that you’re destined to the same fates.” 

“I hate that I-”

“It’s a gift,” Genya insisted. “You never get too warm in Summer, you can create shadows, which essentially means that you can make yourself look ethereal--though theres no need, you’re easily the more attractive of you and your brother-- and it comes in handy when the room gets too bright and too warm!”

“You are not your brother,” Alina affirms. “He’s crude, cruel, evil, but you aren’t. You’re...you’re a...” 

“A shadow saint,” Nikolai supplies. “Now, listen, I’d love to get to chat for a long, long time, but we can get back to talking once this demostration is done. Alina, stand 100 paces away, I’ll stay beside Y/N.” 

She did as asked, and Genya followed. Nikolai took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to your cheek in reassurance.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you murmured. Nikolai laughed.

“I’ll help you,” he murmured, moving to stand in front of you and dropping your hand. “Put the shadows around me, first. Then let them expand.”

“Nikolai-”

“Our beloved Sun Summoner will bring the light seconds after, Y/N,” he insisted, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and offering you a wide grin. “I promise, your shadows don’t scare me, and you exhaust yourself in keeping your power down.” You gave him one last look, awaiting the okay, and receiving it in the form of an enthusiastic nod on Nikolais part. 

You extended both hands, willing the shadows to come forth, and almost crying when they, watching them engulf Nikolai and the air around him, making him look invisible. 

Alina combated your darkness with her light merely seconds later, and you watched Nikolai once again come into view, wide smile on his face as he gestured about with his hands, motioning to you at the last second.

You let your shadows arc and twist and run, and watched, almost gleefully, as Alinas light followed them with astonishing speeds, curling and twisting around one another like like and shadow were meant to.

Once the demonstration was over, Nikolai tackled you in a hug, which you reciprocated with a laugh. “You did it!” He shouted gleefully. “You used your powers and you looked--” he cut himself off, just to release you from the hug and keep a firm hold on your shoulders.

“Ethereal, love! Absolutely ethereal!” Your face flushed with the compliment, and as Nikolai pressed his lips to yours, you figured perhaps your powers weren’t so terrible. 

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ok so,,, *slides u mc idea* (YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!!! I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS!!!)

MC that doesn't have any energy during the day, just moping around all tired. But from like, 12 AM to 6 AM, really energized and would go out and do the most Chaotic Shit TM. You know when you just come up with some crack idea at 2 AM? MC every goddamn night. Probably tried making a bathtub fly.

(if you do want to do this, please do the brothers and the undateables ^^)

XD WHY IS THIS ME???!!!!! I'm always so tired and never leave my bed but it could be 1 am and suddenly I rise from the dead and just do random things around the house

Though these aren't chaotic, mostly just the boys trying to stop you as they're tired and want to sleep but you're messing around too much. I tried to base it off my own activities and things that would seem funny - sorry if you wanted something more chaotic but I couldn't think of anything

Lucifer:

When he learned about your strange late morning/early morning shenanigans

He saw it was a way for you to finally get your school work done

Every room - and I mean EVERY - had a textbook from your different class with notes, he goes to bed late so he put them their before he tucked in for the night

He could hear your distress at the continuous reminder of work you needed to do

You knew this was his work so you went to his room

Climbing on his bed and just walked over his body

"Stop it, I'm trying to learn how to replicate the set ups from home alone."

"You can do that after doing your coursework, I'm being merciful with you, don't push it."

You just threw yourself down beside him

Pretending to suddenly fall asleep and began to loudly fake snore

You remained like that whilst Lucifer tried to ignore you

He took this as a sign of war

He was going to monitor you all day if he has to, he refuses to let your bad grades affect their image

But you got bored of snoring and left

He felt relief; his desire to sleep over weighing his desire to force you to study

When you came back with a toy gun you altered to shoot golf balls he knew thing's weren't going well

"The-more-you-pressure-me-the-more-I-won't-study."

You shot at his lower body between each words

This was definitely war

Mammon:

He was sleeping just fine until he heard his car rev up

He bolted awake and saw that his car was on, a string of curses coming from inside

He knew of your weird habit of becoming energised at ridiculous times but he wasn't expecting you to do this

He could tell it was you by your voice

He stormed up the stairs towards his car

"Oi! What are you doing in my car? Go to bed!"

You finally were able to turn off the car, just leaning on the wheel casually as if you didn't just accidentally turn it on

"I'm just cruising~ nothing to see here!"

He wasn't amused

He got you out of his car and strung you over his shoulder, scolding you for being so irresponsible and slightly bragging about how much trouble you'd be in if it weren't for him

You tried to explain you were just pretending to drive but you saw the keys still inside and got curious

He just threw you on his bed and held you, hiding his blush in his pillow

You let him fall asleep but when you tried to escape it ended up with your shoulders in a head lock and your ass stuck in the air

It seems your productive night has came to an end

Levithan:

It was a fifty - fifty chance that levithan was awake or not

But Lucifer gave him an earful about staying up late as it's effecting grades

So you betted he was asleep and your desire to game and wonder aroulnd his room set itself in motion

What made it awkward, was when you came in you heard a suspicious girly moan come from his headphones

You both just stared at each other, unmoving

"Uh- this isn't- this is just a dream, this is definitely not happening."

You checked out the game he was playing; recognizing it to be a dating sim he's been following the development of

You just nodded, shuffling over to his set up

"Scoot over dream levi, I wanna see the hot babes."

He got even more embarassed; face completely red as you sat on your player 2 chair

You put your hand on his, forcing his finger to click the mouse and watched what was happening on screen, listening to the loud music from his headphones

Luckily, the voice acting was just suspicious - like most animes - and it was a fairly cute game

You did end up swirling around in your chair aroulnd his room

Both of you coming up with strategies to get the best girl to like you

Though, too much moving and spinning made you and the chair fall over

You bonked Into his bathtub, your ribs squishing against the rim after the trip

Levi let you make all the gaming decisions to make up for it

Satan:

He planned to have some late night reading, hoping it'll make him tired enough to actually sleep

He found you sitting on the floor in the library

Torn books and littered paper was surrounding you

Then he noticed the paper stars and cranes pouring out from your lap as you froze mid fold

"That's....a thousand stars and cranes - where did you get all this paper from?"

"......the books belonged to me before you assume anything!"

He slowly nodded

He wasn't a fan of the destruction of books but they were yours so he couldn't say anything

He felt odd just leaving you in the barely lit library

Just folding paper who knows how long

He asked if you were hungry, guessing you've been awake for a long time

You just shoved paper into your mouth and began chewing

He was horrified

You immediately spat it out, cringing

"that was a bad idea.... that was gross."

He's going to get you food

When he came back he felt more energised; walking around will do that for you

So he decided to just stay with you whilst you folded the many pages of your destroyed books

It was around 6 am when you finally yawned; Satan fell asleep already

You looked at the fire place, your tired brain screaming for arson

He woke up as he heard your fits of poorly muffled giggles

You were throwing your stars in the fire as you sat a fair distance from it

When you threw the cranes, accepting some didn't fly far enough and didn't burn, he asked what you were doing

"It's survival of the fittest, only the strongest cranes survive in this paper world."

Asmodeus:

You were already in his room, you've been sleeping in it almost all day

So when you finally got out you looked around, spotting the makeup kit he got in a sponsorship

He lets his brother's or you use it as it's a spare

But if you touch his stuff; you will perish

So you decided to use that one, practising all sorts of looks and tried not to laugh when you made yourself a clown

You decided to stay in the clown makeup and go into his practice room

What was his practice room?

Well, he hates exercising Infront of people as he'll be sweaty and his hair will get ruined

So that's where he goes but the real magic was the pole in the middle of it

You felt a spark of inspiration

Looking up tutorials on your phone on how to pole dance

It did not go great

You were sliding too fast

Falling over and when you tried to spin, you would just get stuck

"I love you but if you keep disturbing my beauty sleep I will throw you out the window."

He was grouchy; his hair was barely smoothed out and arms crossed

You hugged the pole you were slowly sliding down; a long loud screech coming down

You definitely felt like a clown

"Sorry- you look handsome already so is there really any need for beauty sleep?"

He blushed, agreeing he was beautiful before giving you a "I will end you" smile

You got the hint, flattery wasn't going to work

Perhaps your pole dancing adventures can wait

Beezlebub:

He was aware of your strange energy burst at night, you were talking about it with him the other day

He's been wondering if he would ever spot you and tonight he did

He found you in the kitchen

Just chipping away at the frost on the top of the freezer trays with a small knife

He crouched down behind you, picking you up

Beel let you sit on his thigh and began to eat anything he could get his hands on

Meanwhile you were aggressively stabbing the formed ice

"Why are you doing that?"

He grabbed a handful of the ice chunks that fell from your stabbing

"Not sure what I want to do tonight and the build up was bothering me."

He didn't need to know anymore, just nodding and letting you do your own thing whilst he ate

He cleared out the entire fridge in no time

Letting you eat anything you wanted whilst you were hard at work

He noticed one part of the ice wasn't giving it to your stabbings

He just gripped it and easily broke it off

You thanked him and ignored how he was able to eat the big block with breaking it

Whenever something was too stubborn he would just break it off for you

It went on like that until you were satisfied

You closed the empty freezer and turned to your assistant

"Good work, but I'll need your help again, I can't reach the top cupboard and I know it's big enough to let me sit in it."

He got to eat more so he had no issue, helping you get into the cupboard once he was done clearing it out

Belphegor:

You were so energised yet you couldn't think of what to do

You put a spell on you to stop you from feeling pain and began to let yourself roly-poly down the hallways

You penciled rolled abit too fast at one pointand ended up thumping down the stairs

You were thankful the spell worked

It got to the point you just kept rolling around until you couldn't anymore

You padded the broom closet

Immediately doing a double take when you noticed a body In the darkness

You went over and turned on the closets light

"is there a reason you're sleeping in the broom closet?"

Belphie was grumbling, trying to hide his face from the light

He glared up at you for disturbing his sleep

"Is there a reason you're rolling around the house?"

"Touchè."

You ended up dragging belphie around the house

You felt like you committed a crime and it was fun

He was fast asleep and you were bored

You dragged him by the ankle and tried to keep his body from banging into anything along the way

You ended up bumping into Beel, he was looking for his twin, and he noticed you were dragging him

Belphie slightly woke up, waving at his brother before going back to sleep

Beel carried the two of you back to the his bedroom; hugging you both

If it weren't for these warm beefy arms you would be free! Free to terrorise all the shadows in the room

You gave up your night activities when even Belphie wrapped an arm around you

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

Dia was sneaking around the house, hoping not to run into his butler

He didn't want be to be sent back to bed

He was planning to have a light night snack and see how you were going

He knew you were always doing something during the nights, it surprised him when he found out because you were always in bed whenever he saw you

He checked your bedroom and didn't see you in your bed

Suddenly, he noticed a pile of black by his feet

He saw you, scrunched up on your back with the little D's covering your body, all hugging you

"oh! I almost didn't spot you under there, are you alright?"

"I'm great~ you should join me."

The little D's You were able to scratch were purring in their sleep

He found the sight adorable as he crouched down

"I'm teaching them to love me so they can willingly become armour for when I take over the Devildom - we'll be like the rat king!"

He just quietly laughed; the prince helping you pet and scratch the little D's

He agreed you'd make a good ruler

Though he had to force himself to be silent as you started chanting whispers of 'You will be my armor' and 'rat king'

Decided to leave you and your brain washing, going to the kitchen like he intended

Though when he walked past your room again you and the little Ds weren't there

He found you in his room, pouting and dangling off the chandelier

He helped you down, asking what was wrong

You told him the little D's banished you from the cuddle pile because you kept trying to make them move as one being

He patted your head and told you you'll become the overlord some day

Barbatos:

"Why are you making pudding at 3 am?"

He already knew why, just like he knew you were here hence why he visited you

But that didn't stop him from asking

He knew you liked it when he showed his intrigue in things even if he already knew about them

"my hands demand to CREATE- oops sorry - hopefully that didn't wake anyone."

He was always surprised to see you up and about during the nights

He was always the one looking after you in the morningsa; making sure you ate and had a drink

Whilst you just laid in bed, always barely awake and unmotivated

He stayed with you, watching over you as you made your pudding

Making soft spoken discussion as he guided you through any steps you seemed to become hesitant in

You ended up making 10 batches of pudding

Barbatos eating a few whilst he watched you

When you grew bored of pudding making you ate the cups he didn't eat

Saving a few for lord Diavolo in the fridge

He complimented your pudding, telling you that they were very delicious

You felt proud; having a spark to make more food

He told you what would be best during this time of night and helped you

Though it did end up with the both of you covered in flour and barb slipping on a dropped egg

You both thought it was best to clean up and stop for the night

He was very embarassed he made a fool of himself

Solomon:

He didn't expect to find you in his working space

He knew you would be awake but didn't even think of you doing what you're doing right now

"is there a reason you're drinking my potions like their shots? I must say this is rather interesting - how many did you have?"

You wiped your mouth, your hiccup coming out as exploding bubbles

You looked at the small glass viles, and saw ALOT of them empty

More than you realized

"uh- 3?"

he just chuckled, reading the notes you made

The notes was recording what each potion did to you

He was thankful you remembered this was his safe batch

Unknown to him you in fact did NOT remember and was having a Russian roulette game with them

He sat with you, making a cure for your explosive hiccups

You happily drunk it and felt better

He laughed more when he saw your scribbles; drawing what happened to you

Solomon will be making you his potion tester from now one so beware

Simeon:

He was an early riser; awake by 3 am and usually did some writing or watched TV until he got tired again

He had a mug of tea, shuffling through the dorm

He's hung out with you plenty of times whilst you cure your late night boredom

But he was surprised when he saw you in the living room, mini flashlight in your mouth and scrubbing the floors with a sponge mop

"Oh, you don't need to clean - that's very sweet of you but don't you think it's abit early to do this?"

You looked at him, semi blinding him with the flashlight

Immediately took it out of your mouth and apologized

You agreed it was but you wanted to do it as you've been meaning to for the past week

He just nodded, letting you do your own thing whilst he enjoyed his drink

But you suddenly felt awkward; no longer wanting to clean now that someone was in the room

You made your way over to him, climbing on the coffee table and jumping onto the sofa

He was curious on why you weren't doing your thing anymore

"dunno know, just feels awkward when people watch me do stuff."

He suggested leaving you be, saying he'll stay in his room

But now you felt bad because he wanted to rest in the living room

In the end, he helped you clean and you both fell asleep in the bathtub, cuddling up with towels working as padding and a blanket

Luke:

You liked creeping Luke out

It was fun, so far you've convinced them that you're a type of demon that watches bad children whilst they sleep

But really you just wanted to feel like a cryptic, sitting in the corner of his room on a cupboard

It wasn't long for him to wake up from your staring

"I'm going to tell Simeon if you keep staring at me."

You wanted to laugh; he really was a child

Luke wasn't aware that you were a night owl, he just assumed you were always tired and sleeping

He liked to help you around the house and look after you when he could

It almost made you feel had

Almost

He's been extra stubborn about liking the Devildom to the point he's Been insulting his friends and trying to push them away

"Luke, you've been very bad, pushing your friends away just because they're a demon isn't good - embrace your friendships."

You weren't amazing at changing your voice but it seemed to work on him

He complained that it wasn't right for angels and demons to be friends

But you quickly reminded him what this whole exchange program was about

"you have been chosen to help fix the divide between the three realms, just hang out with the people you care about or I'll eat your toes!"

He immediately got scared, scrunching into himself and only peered slightly out of his blanket

He made you promise to leave him alone if he made up with the demons

You agreed, feeling bad for disturbing his sleep but thankful your plan worked

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