#i actually made this one before the jack one but just some how forgot as i was posting jacks one after finishing it the same day i did this

[jossudoo]

Liliaaaaa \o/

I love when he makes this face >:c

#lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twisted wonderland lilia #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twst art #twst fanart #twst wonderland #disney twst #digital art #art #painting #my artwork #anime art #fanart #procreate #i actually made this one before the jack one but just some how forgot as i was posting jacks one after finishing it the same day i did this #my signature is jp + the year but i keep forgetting to add it on digital stuff xd

[theemporium]

[4.1k] as it would turn out, you were serious about your offer. and luke was serious about accepting. it was just going to take a while for his body to remember that this was a glorified business deal between friends and nothing more. and he was definitely okay with that. (smut)

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Stupidly, Luke didn’t think you were actually serious. 

In his head, the whole thing felt like a fever dream, starting from the moment he spilled his drink all over you leading to the moment you blatantly asked him if he wanted you to take his virginity. It felt like one of those weird dreams that made you wake up confused and bleary and unsure what year it even was, one of those dreams that linger in the back of your head for a few days before you eventually forgot about it.

Luke would have bet money on the whole thing being a weird dream that was haunting him if it weren’t for the fact he woke up one morning, a few days  after the party, with a message from you on his screen. 

cherry🍒: on a scale from one to ten, how likely are you to spill your drink on me again?

cherry🍒: also my place or yours? 

He stared at the messages for an embarrassingly long time, like he was staring at the proof the whole thing wasn’t some messed up dream in his head. Luke had spent the better part of the summer wondering what would have happened if he had asked for your number that night like Jack always teased him about, and now he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself with it being a reality. 

hockey boy: i cannot promise anything 

hockey boy: you are welcome to come to my place but jack will probably be here so…

hockey boy: he’s nosy 

hockey boy: and annoying 

Luke frowned at himself, finger hovering over the messages like he would have a chance to delete them before you saw them, all one after the other like he was twelve and didn’t care about double texting. Or quadruple texting. But before he could even try to hide his own embarrassment, you were typing again.

cherry🍒: my place it is then

cherry🍒: see you at seven ;)

He also didn’t care to admit how long he stared at that message before he dragged himself out of bed, trying to ignore the odd buzz itching under his skin. It wasn’t even nine in the morning and his head was already spinning.

Luke was thankful enough that it was still preseason, that there wasn’t a game he had to prepare for because he wasn’t even sure he could concentrate on anything but your messages. He had noted Jack giving him odd looks whilst they both got ready for training, giving him more space than usual as they moved around the flat (which was odd considering Jack was usually glued to his side and pissing him off whenever he got the chance). 

However, the overbearing older brother role didn’t completely disappear. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yes, Jack.”

“You’re not sick or anything?”

“I’m literally fine.” 

“Because we can tell the trainers—”

“Oh my god, dude,” Luke groaned, sinking further into the passenger seat as he shot his brother a look. “I’m fine. Calm down. You sound like Quinn.” 

“Sorry for caring,” Jack retorted, his fingers tightening on the wheel before his shoulders sagged. “I’m your older brother and it’s your first year in the NHL. I just wanna make sure you’re doing alright, okay? The last thing I want is you having a shit rookie year.”

But the rest went unsaid. I don’t want you having a shit rookie year like I did.

Luke softened a little. “M’fine, promise. I’ll let you know when I need my big brother, okay?” 

Jack sighed, a small smile on his face. “Okay.”

“Now, can you please shut up so I can sleep until we reach the rink?” 

Jack snorted in response. 

Though the conversation seemed to settle the worries his older brother had, Luke knew the other boys on the team were giving him the same looks of concern. It wasn’t as though he was playing badly, it was just very clear to everyone on the team—players, coaches and trainers alike—that Luke was distracted. 

He had half the decency to be a little embarrassed when he overheard Jack reassure a few trainers that it was just rookie nerves. 

But he felt restless, like he couldn’t quite keep still or focus on one thing. He felt like there was a buzz resonating through his bones, making him painfully aware of his plans later tonight. It was like an anxiety settled at the pit of his stomach, constant and foreboding and eating away at him as the minutes slowly dragged on through the day. 

It was horrible and exhilirating in the weirdest possible way.

Luke had managed to make it through the rest of training, managed to avoid any stern talkings from the coach but unable to avoid the one from Nico in the locker room. It was sweet and awkward all at once, especially when the rest of the team were clearly listening in to make sure one of the new rookies were doing fine. The Devils were like a family and usually he would appreciate it. 

However, he wasn’t exactly going to dive into the fact he was unfocused because a pretty girl offered to take his virginity to his captain or the rest of the team. He didn’t even want to imagine how that would have played out. 

But it was sweet to know the team had his back, that they saw him as his own person rather than just Jack’s little brother who was tagging along.

…

Luke was relieved when you had mentioned him coming over to your place for your meeting later that day. Yet, what he failed to take into consideration was the fact his brother would still be a nosy shit on his whereabouts. 

“Where the fuck are you going?” 

Luke froze, keys gripped in his one hand and his phone in the other with your address already typed into Google Maps. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore his pounding heart as he turned to Jack with a (hopefully) nonchalant look on his face.

“Just going to hang out with some friends,” he replied vaguely with a shrug of his shoulders.

Jack paused, the spoonful of rice hovering just above his plate as he narrowed his eyes at Luke. “Is Nico hosting some rookie thing or something?”

“Uh no,” Luke cleared his throat.

Jack frowned. “Is there a team thing happening tonight that I forgot?” 

“No, uh,” Luke shuffled awkwardly, feeling like an interrogation spotlight was shining on him. “It’s nothing with the team.”

Jack raised his brows. “But you don’t have other friends outside the team.” 

Luke frowned. “Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t,” Jack retorted. “Unless you’re a part of a book club or something.” 

He shot his brother a confused look. “Why would that be the only reason I have friends outside of the team?”

“I don’t know, college and shit,” Jack answered like that explained something.

“You’re such a weirdo,” Luke grumbled before he turned on his heel, making his way towards the door again. 

“Are you at least gonna tell me when you’ll be back?” Jack called out to him, a hint of older brother overbearingness in his voice. 

“Not sure.” 

“I—” He heard Jack shuffle to stand up, his dinner now abandoned on the coffee table as he made his way over to Luke. The look of concern from earlier that morning was back on his face. “What dodgy shit are you up to that you can’t just tell me?” 

“Jack,” Luke groaned, his voice tilting towards whiny as he let out a huff of annoyance. “I’m just going out to see a friend. Nothing dodgy, I promise.”

Jack didn’t say anything at first, just letting a slow smile spread across his face.

He frowned. “What?” 

“Friend, singular,” Jack pointed out before he let out a bark of laughter, playfully punching his little brother’s arm. “Aw, little Lukey is sneaking out to hook up with a girl!”

His cheeks burned. “Shut up.”

“Fucking finally, I thought you were going celibate for your rookie year or something!” Jack continued to tease him. “Who is it? Do I know her? Oh my god, is it the girl from the party? Do you have a secret girlfriend?”

“I am leaving now!” Luke shoved him away, making a beeline for the door as Jack continued to cackle behind him. 

“Do I need to give you a curfew?” 

“Fuck off!” 

He could still hear Jack laughing when he slammed the door shut behind him.

His body felt like it was on autopilot once he got behind the wheel. He followed the instructions spoken through his GPS, kept his concentration on the road—on the journey—rather than the destination. He tried to pretend like he was just going to hang out at a friend’s, that he was back in Michigan going to one of his teammate’s houses he didn’t live with. 

It was fine. 

Everything was fine.

Except for the fact that once he reached your door, closed fist hovering over the wood, he felt like his body was buzzing too fast to keep up with and all the pent up anxiety over the day was about to make him explode. 

He didn’t even realise he had knocked until the door swung open and you stood on the other side, grinning at him like it was a normal Sunday evening. You were dressed cosy, casual even. Just a pair of leggings, a baggy shirt and some fluffy socks that had—ironically enough—cherries printed on them.

“You’re early,” you noted. 

Luke’s stomach dropped a little. “Oh shit, I’m sorry—”

“I like my men eager, you’re fine,” you said as you waved him off, unaware of the fact your words just made his body feel like it was on fire for a whole other reason as you grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. 

His eyes wandered over your apartment, taking in the small knick knacks that decorated the place. It was smaller than his and Jack’s apartment, but it felt more homely. His place had a habit of looking a little clinical, like a showroom they had moved into rather than an actual home. But between training and travelling and not really caring, neither he nor Jack had bothered to change it. 

But, looking around at the small details of your apartment as you led him towards your living room couch, Luke found it endearing that he could see small insights into your personality.

“You still like Coke, right?” 

His eyes snapped back to you, a light blush on his cheeks when he found you staring at him with intent. “Uh yeah, Coke is good.” 

He settled down on the seat, awkwardly perched on the edge whilst you curled up in the sport next to him with your feet tucked underneath him. He tried to swallow the ball in the back of his throat, eyes wandering over the room once again before they landed back on you. 

“Your place is really nice—”

“Tell me about hockey.” 

Luke blinked. And then blinked one more time before he remembered to speak.

“What?”

“Tell me about hockey,” you repeated. 

“You want to know about hockey?” He questioned, his brows furrowed together and suddenly the panic he felt moments ago was overwhelmed by his confusion. 

“Well, no, I don’t really know anything about it,” you admitted with a shrug. “But you’re so tense over there like you’re about to enter the Hunger Games or something, I thought talking about something you enjoy would help you relax.” 

Something in his chest stirred at your confession. “Oh.” 

“Just relax,” you said as you lightly pushed him back until he was no longer sat on the edge of the couch. However, Luke’s body didn’t seem to catch the hint, something that was very clear with how tense he still looked sitting next to you. “We aren’t going to do anything tonight,” you assured him, your hand dropping to his forearm to give it a small squeeze. 

He didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed. “We aren’t?”

You shook your head, a soft but cheeky smile on your lips. “You need to build up your confidence a little, to really feel comfortable with everything. There’s more to sex than just sleeping with someone.”

He blinked. “There is?”

“Yes,” you laughed, but it wasn’t directed at him. He didn’t feel dumb for asking you questions. “So just take a breath and relax. Now, hockey—what’s the big deal?” 

Luke couldn’t help but snort. “The big deal?”

“Yeah, why do you like it?” You asked. “I mean, you love it enough to make it your job.” 

Luke smiled and there was something less heavy in his laugh—but hockey always tended to have that power over him. He knew hockey. He lived for hockey. It was as calming as it was exhilarating. It was what his whole world revolved around since the day he was born. 

“I come from a big hockey family,” Luke told you. “I could skate before I could properly walk, to be honest. It’s just something that’s always…been there. I couldn’t imagine my life without it.” 

“Do you enjoy it?” 

Luke raised his brows in surprise. “No, I just do it to torture myself.”

“Okay, smart-ass,” you rolled your eyes at the boy, and he tried not to think about how endearing the action was. “I mean, you said it’s been in your life forever. Do you enjoy it or is it just familiar?”

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before he answered.

“I love it,” he replied honestly, sinking a little further into the couch as he turned his head to look at you. “It was always there but I also always sought it out, you know? I wanted hockey as much as hockey wanted me.” 

“Lucky thing you were good enough to go pro, huh?” You remarked, a teasing glint in your words. 

Luke’s lips twitched upwards. “Yeah, lucky me.”

“So, do you, like, fight people and shit?” 

He snorted, the noise a little surprising but welcomed nonetheless. “Yeah, sometimes.” 

“Damn, the two hockey videos I watched before you came weren’t lying then,” you mused. 

And, fuck, his chest was doing that funny-tightening thing again. 

“You watched some videos before I came?”

“Colour me curious,” you answered with a casual shrug of your shoulders.

He swallowed. “Did you like what you saw?” 

Your lips pulled upwards into a smirk. “Flirting with me now, Hughes?” 

In an instant, Luke’s cheeks instantly burned a red shade with a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness washing over him. “I’m sorry about that—”

“I never said I didn’t like it,” you interrupted, watching as his eyes widened a little in surprise. But the colour remained on his cheeks. It was cute, if you were being honest with yourself.

“Oh?”

“You’re not a shy guy, Luke, I’ve seen the way you are on the ice. You just need to bring that confidence off the ice too,” you told him, shuffling a little closer to him until your knee was almost brushing his thigh. “Think of this…what we are doing…as your training.” 

“My training?” 

“Mhm,” you nodded as your palm landed on his thigh, right above his knee. He was so painfully aware of your hand, of the way your touch felt like it was burning through the fabric of his sweatpants to touch his skin. “Gonna help you go pro.” 

His eyes darted down to your hand before it snapped back to your face. “Cherry—” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

He blinked. “You’re asking me?” 

“It’s sexy to ask,” you told him, your thumb lightly rubbing a small line just above his knee. You shifted a bit closer, watching the way his eyelids fluttered slightly. “Consent is really, really sexy.” 

“Really sexy,” he repeated, eyes locked in on your lips. 

“Can I kiss you?” You asked again, squeezing his leg a little to emphasise your need for him to verbally answer. 

“Yeah,” he managed to mutter out, a slight crack in his voice but you didn’t seem to care as you closed the distance between you.

Your palm was soft and warm against his cheek, guiding his head until you pressed your lips against his. It was a soft kiss, almost sweet in a way. And maybe something about the tenderness of it all washed away the unease in his chest, that lingering anxiety that he had been smothered in since he woke up. It was like the kiss washed away the lingering concerns in his head, the ones that told him this was some twisted dream or malicious ploy.

You just wanted to help, you wanted him relaxed when he was with you. 

And Luke had half the mind to trust you would do just that after the initial kiss. 

Your thumb slightly swept along the high of his cheekbone, soft and reassuring as he sunk further into the kiss. He seemed happy to let you take control, to let you decide how fast or passionate it was. He seemed happy to just follow. 

“Better than hockey training?” You murmured against his lips between kisses, the light smacking noises a vague echo in his ear but he didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he ducked his head back down, eager to press his lips against yours again. 

“Impatient,” you teased but didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. “Feeling confident already, Hughes?” 

Luke could feel your smile against his lips. “Maybe.” 

“Good,” you stated simply and before he got the chance to realise what you were doing, before his brain had even fully processed you had asked him a question, your leg was thrown over his body and you were straddling his lap.

Luke pulled back a little, looking up at you with his cheeks flushed. “Oh.” 

“Remember, this is just your training,” you reassured the boy, though it was hard for him to focus on the words coming out of your mouth when your lips were red and kiss-swollen and probably a mirror image of his own. “Just practise, yeah?”

“Just practise,” he confirmed with a nod. 

“So practise,” you told him as you reached for his hands where they awkwardly hung at his side. You gripped his wrists, giving them a small squeeze before you rested them on your waist.

He swallowed. “Oh.” 

You raised your brows. “This good?” 

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“Luke,” you prompted until his glossy eyes found yours. “We can stop any time you want. Just say the word, okay?” 

“I don’t wanna stop,” he reassured you, his hands giving a testing squeeze on your waist. “Not right now, at least. Promise.” 

And when you smiled at him, he could have sworn his heart was about to beat right out of his chest. 

His chest was thudding with each racing beat, blood roaring in his ears and butterflies exploding in his fucking chest when you leaned down to kiss him again. It’s like his brain was locked in on you at this very moment, not a care or concept for the world beyond this apartment. It was just about you, you, you.

And then your hands were pushing through his hair, fingers tangled in his curls as you tugged his head back until the column of his neck was exposed to you. 

Luke was almost embarrassed of the whimpering noise that left his lips when you tugged on his curls, a dull but desirable pain coursing through his whole body before your lips explored his neck. His breathing was heavy, borderline panting as your teeth scraped along the sensitive spot just below his ear. And, fuck, he felt like his whole body was on fire. 

“Hmmm, pretty noises,” you murmured against his neck, wet and sloppy open-mouthed kisses pressed against his skin as his body squirmed beneath you. “You gonna keep making them for me, baby?”

He nodded.

“Yeah?” You nipped his skin lightly, almost teasingly, as his hips bucked up on instinct. “Keep moaning f’me, baby, let’s see what you like.”

His grip on your waist only tightened as you continued to explore his body, as you tried to find the spots that had him whining and panting beneath you. And just when Luke thought he had a hold on himself, when he could handle the way your hands felt in his hair and your lips on his neck, your hips slowly rolled down against his and he could feel a rush of pleasure race down his spine.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he choked out between broken moans, head thrown back against the back of the couch and eyes clenched shut. “Please. More.”

“You want more?” Your warm breath fanned against his cheek as you lifted your head, hooded eyes watching the way his face scrunched up in pleasure as you continued to rock against him. “Keep making those pretty noises, baby.” 

The whimper he let out made his cheeks and neck burn bright red. 

“Look at you,” you mused, the bulge in his sweatpants pressed against you as you continued to grind down on his lap. “Doing so well for me, telling me what you want.”

And it was too much. 

The constant stream of praise leaving your lips, the way your face was inches away from him—even if his eyes were shut—with your breath hot against his cheek. The way your hips rocked against his hard cock, the way it was straining beneath the boxers he was wearing. The way your fingers gave another experimental tug on his curls and he saw white. 

His grip on your waist was almost bruising with how tight it was, the way he held onto you as his hips bucked to meet your thrusts, the way your name left his lips on a loop as a hot flush of pleasure washed over his body, as you guided him through it. 

And once his brain had caught up—once he was sure his heart wasn’t going to jump out of his chest—he was painfully aware of the sticky mess in his sweatpants. 

“Oh my god,” he muttered, his whole body burning with embarrassment as he looked up at you. “I am so sorry—” 

“For what?” 

“I—” His eyes fell shut, his body wanting nothing more than to curl in on himself. “I’m sorry, that was embarrassing.” 

You frowned. “What was? The fact you came?” 

His stomach twisted a little.

“Luke,” you murmured, and he could feel your hands cupping his warm cheeks but he didn’t have the courage to open his eyes just yet. “If I didn’t want you to come, I wouldn’t have been grinding on your dick like that.” 

He finally looked at you, but the hot shame remained. “You didn’t even…” 

“Get off?” You supplied and he looked sheepish as he nodded. “I can still enjoy something and find it hot without getting off, Hughes.”

His brows furrowed together. “I thought the whole point was that you were teaching me how to make you feel good. For womankind.” 

You snorted, grinning down at the boy. “That doesn’t mean you can’t get off too.”

Luke’s lips parted with a silent ‘oh’.

“I’ll grab you some sweatpants to change into,” you told him as you shifted off his lap, looking down at his flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. “You’re a good student, Hughes.”

He raised his brows. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you grinned back at him, and his chest did that funny thing again. “And I wasn’t lying. You make pretty noises. I like my boys vocal.” 

And Luke was thankful you disappeared down the corridor after that, saving him from even attempting to come up with a response. 

And he was shocked that once he cleaned up as best he could in your bathroom, you patted the spot next to you on the couch and told him to choose a movie whilst you ordered in some food. 

It was almost laughable to think about how anxious he had been all day, only to lead up to him sharing a pizza with you with some old Jim Carey comedy playing in the background like you two really were just friends. Like you were just hanging out and enjoying each other’s company. Like you hadn’t just made him come in his pants like he was some wound up teenage boy. 

It made his head spin, in a good way. 

And when he was dragging his feet through the front door of his apartment a little after midnight, there was a voice in the back of his head that was telling him this was risky, that he shouldn’t have felt so giddy or jovial after he had seen you. 

You were just training him, helping him. You were just his friend. 

But, for right now, Luke was happy to ignore the logical voice in the back of his head and instead focus on the fact that maybe—just fucking maybe—you were right and this whole virginity thing was far more bigged up in his head than he realised. 

You were his friend. And he knew you were just his friend. 

Who cares if his body took a little longer to remember than his brain did?

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[lovelybrooke]

So, book 7 just released for the English Server, and it really made me want to write for Twisted Wonderland. When going through the chapters that were released, I couldn't help but think about the different reactions to reader leaving. Since there's a lot of characters, I'll only be talking about the Yandere first-years, but if you like this, I'll write for the other characters.

Ace:

Ace and Deuce both fight for the spot as your best friend. Ace always uses the argument that he met you first so he's obviously your best friend. It's why he gets so peeved whenever you mention going home. He honestly forgot about you going home around the time that you saved him and Deuce from Azul and his goons. He hasn't really thought about it, more has he wanted to think about it. It's childish, but any thought he has about the future involves you.

When it's brought up in the lunchroom that you could possibly go home through that mirror in your room, he's surprised. Like I mentioned, he forgot that you wanted to go home. He get's kinda mean when you bring it up, like it's the dumbest thing in the world. Why would you want to go home? There are so many people here so care about you and would be devastated if you left. Honestly, you're being kinda selfish, you're just going to abandon everyone who's done so much for you? That seems like a pretty dumb decision, don't bring it up again.

Deuce:

Deuce is the opposite of Ace. Unlike his friend, he's thought about you leaving many times, it keeps him awake at night some times. It's not all that bad, wondering what your world is like, what your fiends were like, what you were like. Other times, it's terrible, mind racing with thoughts of you leaving. What would you do if you could actually leave, would you hesitate, would you think of them? Or would you leave without a second thought, abandoning all the ones who love you behind. It's a scary thought.

After Ace is done berating you, Deuce is there to pick up the pieces. He reminds you that it's your choice, but that he would very much hate it if you went. Unlike Ace, who's just mean, Deuce presents himself with false sympathy, claiming to understand what you're feeling, even though that could never be possible. He tries to comfort you, but it's less of comforting and more attempting to make you forget about your home, reminding you all the great things this world has to offer. He'll go on and on, as long a it make you stay.

Jack

Jack is much more clam and understanding in comparison to the rest. He knew this would come one day. You'd eventually travel back home, leaving them behind, and the world would keep on moving. Before he was closer to you, he didn't really mind it. But as he got to know you, and as he grew closer to you, he began to hate the idea of you leaving. He's somewhat embarrassed by how close he's grown to you, but that's not really his fault, is it? You're the reason he's so messed up now, and I'd be kinda messed up of you to leave.

Jack is the one who actually comforts you. He rubs your back as he reprimands Ace for his harsh words. He'll whisper in your ear and remind you that you have all the right in the world to want to go home. He'll promise to help you find a way home, ignoring the pain in his heart when you thank him for all the help. He knows it's wrong, but a part of him wishes you never find a way back home, and you stay here, safe, with him.

Epel:

Epel wants so badly to be upset, he wants to yell and scream, get mad at you. But when you mention leaving, all that comes is this deep sense of loneliness. He doesn't react like the others, doesn't get angry or defensive, he doesn't try to comfort you. He keeps everything deep within him until he gets back to his dorm, where he cries for hours. He knowns you'd be disappointed in him, bottling everything in, but he can't help it. When he finally does come out of his room, his hair is messy and is face is red and stained with tears.

Epel does confront you later, at Ramshackle. He does finally blow up at you this time, but instead of anger, he begs you not to leave him. He hugs you and holds you tight until you promise him you won't leave. He needs you here, everyone needs you here. If you don't forget about leaving he'll hold you tighter, digging his nails into your back, not caring If it hurt. He'll remind you that at any point, he can break that mirror. So just promise him that you'll never leave.

Ortho:

Ortho just adores you. After helping his brother and seeing how far you'd go for him, he can't help but adore you. He wants to be your best friend, and sometimes he fears that will never happen. He met you so late, so many people got close to you before him. That's why he's kinda worried when you mention leaving. He barely knows you, at least not compared to the others and he doesn't want you to leave just yet.

Ortho starts spending a lot of time with you after you mention leaving. He's walking you to classes, eating lunch with you, and even studying with you. You often have to remind him to go back to his dorm, if you don't he'll never leave you alone. His behavior isn't that strange to you, but for Ortho, he's doing everything he can to insure you stay with him and his brother. He doesn't really see anything wrong with it, after all you are his best friend.

Sebek (I know he technically isn't apart of the gang yet but whatever):

Sebek is conflicted. On one hand, he thinks you're a stupid human, and getting upset at you leaving it a waste of time. On the other hand, he fills with rage whenever you mention going home. He doesn't understand why'd you want to leave. You are weak, magicless, and you want to travel back to a world far away from them when they could protect you instead? It just didn't make sense.

Sebek flat out refuses you leaving. Like it doesn't matter what you want, you are not leaving. His duty is to ensure Malleus's happiness, and you leaving would greatly upset him so no, you're not leaving. He won't mention that he doesn't want you t leave, that will never come from his mouth. But you know something is wrong with him when he demands more of your time, and refuses to let you out of his sight.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader

[laurenairay]

hopeless hearts just passing through - J. Hughes

This my entry for @wyattjohnston’s low-key lovefest 2k24 prompt list challenge. I chose “stop making promises you aren’t going to keep” from the angst list and “you’re the only person I wanted to see tonight” from the fluff list.

Summary: Jack had messed up, again. Can he make it up to you this time, or is it too late?

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: light angst, Jack being a dumbass, some bad language, fluff

Title from: I was made for loving you, by Tori Kelly

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Thursday 28th December

[7.00pm] You’ve reached Jack. I’m obviously not here right now so leave me a message after the beep.

[7.25pm] You’ve reached Jack. I’m obviously not here right now so leave me a message after the beep.

[8.00pm] You’ve reached Jack. I’m obviously not here right now so leave me a message after the beep.

“Hey Jack, guess you’ve forgotten our call. Again. By now you probably have other plans tonight? Just… please give me a call when you listen to this.”

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Friday 29th December

Morning came without a phone call. You didn’t know whether you were surprised or not, if you were being honest – this wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten to call you while on the road like he promised he would. This time though it felt different. Maybe it was because the two of you had spent a wonderful happy Hannukah & Christmas together only days before that hurt you the most. Maybe it was just because you believed Jack when he promised. Either way, this time you couldn’t let it go – it was a matter of principle.

You made it through your entire morning routine, getting washed and dressed for work, eating breakfast, packing your lunch into your work bag, before your phone started to ring. Jack. You glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, wincing as you slipped into your shoes and grabbed your hooded coat, bag and keys on the way out the door. You weren’t going to be late, not for him.

“I’m on my way to work, I really can’t talk right now.”

You answered bluntly, pinning your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you put on your coat the moment you stepped into the elevator.

“I am so sorry baby.”

Really?

“That’s really all you have to say?” you snapped, picking your work bag up off the floor now that you’d zipped up your coat.

“What else can I say?”

You were stunned for a moment, lips parting. The nerve of this guy.

“Oh I don’t know, how about what you’re actually sorry for?” you said, the sarcasm in your voice barely hiding your anger.

You heard him huff out a breath, perfectly in time with the elevator doors opening on the ground floor of your apartment building.

“I’m sorry I missed our call. I know I promised to call you but I just totally forgot. The guys were all excited about a mario kart tournament and I really wanted Luke to finally get in on the action!”

“Please don’t blame your brother for your mistakes.”

Jack inhaled sharply over the phone. You could almost picture his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say, just as he usually did in person, so you just waited for him to speak as you trudged down the street to your usual bus stop.

“I’m sorry. For blaming Luke and for upsetting you. It won’t happen again, baby, I promise.”

Yeah, okay. As if that was the first time he’d said that.

“Stop making promises you aren’t going to keep,” you said sharply.

Jack was silent for a moment or two.

“What do you mean?”

His voice sounded so small, so quiet, like he finalised realised the depth of how badly he’d screwed up. Good.

“You know what I mean, Jack. I’m not asking for the world – I know your team will always be priority. I’m just getting sick of never even crossing your mind at all. Even a text to say a mario kart tournament had started last minute would’ve been better than being fucking ghosted by my own boyfriend,” you groaned.

Thankfully there was no-one else at the bus stop to hear your cursing.

“Baby, please, I can do better. I will do better.”

He was clearly panicking, voice full of desperation with whatever he was reading from your own voice. But you just sighed, not really sure what to say because this wasn’t the first time so would it really be the last? Could you really believe him?

Before you could think of an answer to his pleading, your bus came into view as it turned the corner onto your road. Clearly this was a sign.

“I have to go, my bus is here,” you said softly.

“No baby, wait please, I-”

You ended the call without letting him finish, already feeling a headache coming on as the anger washed out of you. This was the last thing you needed after the heartache of last night – his panicked pleading. It wouldn’t help his case when he was so far away, not when you were this frustrated with him. The best thing for you to do, rather than tumbling into saying something you would regret, would be to give yourself some space, some breathing room.

Something that Jack clearly didn’t agree with as he immediately called your phone again.

Thankfully the bus pulled up right at that moment, so you felt justified in ignoring him, slipping your phone into your pocket as you flashed the driver your bus pass, focusing on finding a seat for your commute.

It was all you could do to keep your face neutral, trying to ignore the overwhelmed tears stinging at your eyes as your phone continued to buzz for most of your journey.

~

As you suspected, your morning at work was terrible. Not only did your mild headache turn into a fully formed one, but you were clearly giving off ‘leave me alone’ vibes because your colleagues steered clear, leaving you to stew in your emotions in peace. Not even a walk outside during your lunch break did any good – you still had a headache, the food you packed was so-so, and you had three emails to deal with that were really not your problem.

Didn’t people know that sending emails between Christmas and New Year was pointless?

“Hey, you’ve got a delivery.”

You jerked your head up from your computer to see your office receptionist standing next to you with a gigantic bouquet of flowers – white and pink roses, to be precise, around three dozen. What the hell?

“Uh, thanks,” you murmured, forcing a quick smile as she passed the bouquet over.

You tried desperately to ignore the whispers and stares around you as you spotted a card. Really you knew there was only one person who would send you flowers, but you still opened the small envelope with shaking hands anyway.

‘I’m sorry. Jack xx’

A simple message but it still made your heart ache.

That, and it made your lingering headache pound more. This was so typical Jack, wanting to do some sort of grand gesture which in technicality was very sweet but also so not what you needed right now. You didn’t need the reminder that things were shaky between you two. You didn’t need the stares and attention from your colleagues, all of them now knowing that something was wrong from your reaction. And you didn’t need to carry the bouquet home on the bus with you, the unresolved tension between you and Jack hanging over you like an axe.

Or, well, like a bouquet of 36 flowers, bigger than your head.

“Oh honey, what did he do?”

You winced at the pitying voice of your colleague, smiling sadly as you shook your head.

“I’d really rather not talk about it,” you said softly.

She nodded, smiling sadly back.

“Well if you change your mind, message me and we’ll go for coffee,” she said, voice quiet, trying to give you a modicum of privacy.

You just nodded, thanking her quietly in response, and she left with a squeeze of your shoulder. She meant well, you knew she did, and hopefully this interaction would stop anyone else (especially those who loved to stir drama) from approaching you too.

It was all you could do to put the flowers on the side of your desk, trying to ignore everything they represented. You had work to do – thinking about Jack right now was not going to do you any good.

When your phone buzzed a couple of hours later though, you still read the messages that Jack sent, one after another coming in.

~

[3.22pm]

From: Jack I got an email saying the flowers had been delivered. I chose white and pink roses to symbolise how much I love you and my loyalty and how sorry I am. I know that I messed up and I understand why you’re upset with me. But please give me a second chance?

~

He'd looked up flower symbolism. He specifically chose white and pink roses because of their meaning. What were you supposed to do with something so romantic when you were this frustrated with him?

Fuck.

With a sigh you pulled up the Devils schedule on your phone, confirming the date in your mind that he’d be back from his roadtrip. He was still in Ottawa today and then Boston tomorrow…but he would be back on New Year’s Eve. You could work with that.

~

[3.35pm]

To: Jack The flowers are beautiful. Thank you. I am still upset with you, but I will hear you out. If you want to talk, come to mine on NYE. I have no plans.

~

The two of you hadn’t discussed any parties or plans at all for New Year’s Eve, even though you had assumed Jack would’ve dragged you somewhere in the end. But this was better. You needed time alone with him because there was no way you could face him for the first time after all this while surrounded by other people. Putting the ball in his court was the only way to keep your sanity at this point.

With another sigh you put your phone down, raking a hand through your hair as your eyes lingered on the colourful blooms on your desk. They really were beautiful.

You weren’t surprised when it took mere minutes before your phone buzzed again.

~

[3.37pm]

From: Jack I’ll be there. I promise.

~

Saturday 30th December

[11.15pm]

To: Jack Sorry about the loss. You’ll get the Bruins next time.

~

[11.20pm]

From: Jack Thanks ❤️

~

Sunday 31st December

You hadn’t spoken to Jack since texting him after yesterday’s defeat. Mostly because you knew he was travelling, but also because you knew that him coming over to yours tonight was when you really needed to speak.

For some reason you were a little nervous. You didn’t know what it was really that had you furiously cleaning your apartment, but those fizzing bubbles ran all through your body the whole day. It didn’t help that you had no idea what time Jack would come over. Assuming he was still coming over, that was. No, he had promised, and he knew how you felt about promises. At least you hoped he had learned his lesson on how you felt because you weren’t sure of how much more you could take.

Tonight had to be your deciding factor on protecting your heart, you knew that much.

When you’d scrubbed and rearranged and hoovered all that you could, you showered and dressed up in a comfortable black velvet tea dress, curled your hair and put on a little make-up before putting some wine in the fridge to chill. It was New Year’s Eve after all, and you knew that if Jack didn’t turn up by 9pm, your friends had insisted that you go over to theirs to celebrate the new year together. It felt good to know that you had a safety net because if Jack didn’t show tonight? You were done. And you knew you’d need the support of your friends to get you through.

Fuck.

You really hoped he showed up.

When it got to 6pm, you put some soft music on, hoping to drown out the silence of your apartment, feeling like an idiot for just sitting around waiting for him. What if he didn’t show up? What if he let you down again? What if this was the end of your relationship? What if…

Bzzzzz

The buzzer for your apartment crashed through your swirling thoughts and you quickly jumped to your feet, cheeks heating with how ridiculous you felt.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. Can you let me up?”

Jack. He came.

You didn’t answer, just pressed the button to let him in, trying to keep yourself calm as you paced to and forth while you waited for him to take the elevator up to your apartment. In all reality it didn’t take long, but after the last few days it felt like a lifetime.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You huffed out a laugh at your awkward greetings, stepping aside to let him in.

“Thanks, uh, for inviting me over,” Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wasn’t sure what time you would come. Or what you were doing tonight,” you murmured, shutting the door behind him.

Jack groaned, walking further into your apartment, you following silently. “I should’ve texted. Fuck, I should’ve told you exactly what time I was coming over, but I got so caught up trying to find the right thing to wear and dropping Luke off early at Nico’s and…”

Oh bless his heart. He was going straight into it then.

His rant trailed off as you pressed a finger to his lips, responding to your amused smile with a shy one of his own.

“You look great, Jack – you always do,” you said simply, dropping your hand back to your side, “But I actually meant if you had other plans around this like parties you were going to go to.”

Jack immediately shook his head, face more serious than you’d ever seen it.

“You’re the only person I wanted to see tonight,” he said firmly.

Oh fuck. Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, Jack taking the chance to hold both of your hands.

“I messed up. I know I messed up. I haven’t been treating you with the respect you deserve and missing even one call with you without letting you know why is unacceptable…”

Wow. This was far more than you had ever expected from him, and your heart ached with the emotion he was putting into his thoughts. Maybe he’d rehearsed this with Luke, maybe he was winging it, but you could tell in his eyes that he meant every word. He was right – you hadn’t been respected like you deserve. Could he really turn himself around though?

“…I really am sorry, baby. I love you so much and I can’t bear the thought of losing you. Please, will you forgive me?”

The confidence in his voice wavered a little, voice cracking with the emotion of his words, and you felt a pang radiate through your chest. You’d never seen him look so vulnerable before. Maybe you needed to see it.

As you formed your thoughts, you kept your hands in his, squeezing to let him know you were processing so he didn’t panic or shut down. That was the last thing you wanted or needed. This was a lot, and it was important that you said what you really meant.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting to dive straight into this.”

Jack winced slightly, lips parting, but you shook your head. No, it was your turn now.

“You really hurt me, Jack. I appreciate that you understand that, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I was hurt. I don’t ask for much and you couldn’t even give me the bare minimum,” you started.

The whimper that escaped from his throat just about broke your heart, but you barrelled on.

“I deserve more. I deserve better. I deserve respect, you’re right. I just…I really hope you’re the one that can give that to me,” you said softly.

As your words sunk in, a hopeful smile quickly spread across his face.

“I get a second chance?” he grinned, making you huff out a laugh.

“Yeah, Jack, you do. But you won’t get a third. I don’t like feeling like I don’t matter and you can’t do that again,” you said, hoping he understood how serious you were.

Jack nodded, squeezing your hands.

“I won’t let you down, baby. I almost lost you once by being a careless asshole, I won’t lose you again,” he said, smiling.

Oh how that smile gave you butterflies.

“I love you,” he said again.

It didn’t matter how long you’d been together or how many times he said it – hearing those words fall from his lips made your heart race every single time.

“I love you too,” you said, finally smiling back.

Jack whooped, throwing his head back in celebration, making you burst out in laughter, even more so as he dropped your hands to wrap his arms around your waist, picking you up to spin around in a circle. Ridiculous, ridiculous man.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You just clutched at his shoulders as he murmured the words over and over again in your ear, hoping that this time, his words would be true.

#my writing #jack hughes fic #lowkey lovefest 2k24 #jack hughes fanfic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #hockey fic #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine

[aliaology]

COACH

summary: reader is a single mother who just signed her son up for hockey! who knew that number eighty-six of the new jersey devils would help coach alongside his teammates.

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: talks of teen pregnancy if that counts…? talks of sex and birth control. SO MUCH FLUFF BC I THINK JACK WOULD BE GREAT WITH LIL KIDS.

being pregnant at eighteen was not what you expected. no, it was actually nowhere near your list of “what will i do when im eighteen.” of course, you tried to figure out where you went wrong. thats when it hit you, you forgot to take your birth control that entire week, and your now ex-boyfriend was so sure you would still be fine because you took it a few days before.

how wrong he was. and he fled quickly too.

now you sat in the small bleachers of a local rink, helping your son get his skates tied. the five year old gave a goofy grin as he saw some of his friends from school or from the same apartment complex as you.

“you ready to go, baby?” you ask him with a smile, patting his leg as you helped him stand on the skates.

“uh huh!” he smiled widely.

“okay, lets go lovie, one of the coaches will be paired with you and helping you, okay?” you told him, bending down to his height. he gave a toothy grin.

“okay mama!” you smiled and held his hand as you brought him over to the opening of the rink. a few kids were in front of you two, getting paired with one of the older males.

you learned that it was the new jersey devils, their team came to help the little ones. you smiled at your son as you guys got to the opening. number eighty six awaited for your son.

jack lifted his gaze from his hands to you and your son. his breath hitched as he saw your face. you were pretty. really pretty.

he stuck his hand out, “hi im jack— jack hughes” he smiled.

you grabbed his hand, shaking it slightly. “its nice to meet you, im y/n.” you grin. you then look at your son, so does jack.

jack crouches down. “and whats your name little bud?” he asked.

“connor!” your son smiled.

“well connor, you ready to play some hockey?” jack grinned. your son nodded excitedly and grabbed onto jacks arm.

jack took your son out onto the ice as you sat down back on the bleachers. you crossed your legs and placed your head onto your hand as you watched your son excitedly practice with number 86.

jack hughes was attractive, you knew that for sure. but the way he was so gentle with your son, holy shit you felt like it was love at first sight. of course, it wasn’t, but this very attractive man was being amazing to your son. who would not want that?

you watched as he helped your son skate around. he helped connor hold his stick properly, helped him hit the puck. though— you couldn’t help but laugh when connor slipped and fell straight on his butt. jack seemed to also find it funny as he slapped a hand over his mouth while helping connor up.

you also watched as jack would sneak glances at you every so often. you had to say it made you feel flustered when you caught him.

after about two hours, the small practice came to and end. parents took photos with some of the devils, kids got their stuff put back in bags, but your son, he was attached to jack’s hip. he would not leave jack alone,

jack needed to take a picture with a fan? connor would wait patiently for him. jack had to go back to the players box for his stuff? connor was following. jack was walking towards you? well, connor was in his arms.

“little man here seems to like me, i think” jack spoke with a smile.

you let out a small laugh as the now tired kid had rested his head against jacks shoulder.

“i think so too, im sorry about him being all over you. he doesn’t get attached easily so this is somewhat new.” you spoke softly.

you grabbed the helmet from jacks grasp, putting it in your son’s hockey bag. “its no problem at all, really. hes a cutie, and one hell of a fast learner.” jack gushed.

you smiled, turning to your son who rubbed his eyes. “ready to go home, baby?” you asked, hands out so he could go to you.

“no! i want to stay with jack” he pouted, turning his head away.

you sighed softly. “im sorry jack.” you told.

“its okay, promise. here, ill hold him so you can take his gear off and then i can carry him to your car? does that sound okay?” jack asked.

you nod as you smile. “sounds perfect.”

jack sat down, holding connor. you gently took of his gear, even if it was a struggle that connor wouldn’t even move from jack’s shoulder. once you got it all in his bag, including his skates, you zipped it up and slung it over your shoulder.

you and jack walked in silence as connor had fallen asleep on jacks shoulder. once you got to your car, you put connor’s bag in the back as jack gently placed him in his car seat.

you turn to him. “thank you for this, it means a lot to me.” you told him.

“couldn’t resist. the kids a cutie and hes got spunk. not to mention his mom is really pretty too.” jack told, smiling at you.

his face then dropped. “i mean unless you have a boyfriend— i totally didn’t say that.” he stuttered.

you laughed lightly, “i dont, thank you” you muttered.

jack’s cheeks went pink. “i uh— can i get your number by any chance?” he asks.

“will you be here next practice?” you question. jack nods. “team will be here for all except when we have roadies.” jack explained.

you nod. “you can have it next practice.” you smile and go to your side of the car. “thank you again, jack.”

“no.. problem” he spoke slowly. he watched you drive away. he barely knew you but you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

hes so cutie

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[sc0tters]

So Long | Luke Hughes

summary: Luke has always had a crush on Jacks best friend but when he’s called on to help her at a party he realises she feels the same way.

request: yes/no

warnings: mentions of being drunk, possible swearing.

word count: 1.28k

authors note: this was shorter than I wanted but I ran out of time before my dad has to be picked up and this is the best I could offer you guys since I wanted it ready for Luke’s birthday! In this universe we are going to act like Luke only went to New Jersey after the end of sophomore year rather than after the end of the season because I forgot about that fact when I wrote this out. Soft Luke was also a good place to be before the start of Angst week!

pt 2

Luke thought he was good at hiding it.

Truly the way his cheeks turned red at the mere thought of you was something he thought was only in his head.

You met the Hughes family during the summer when you were seven. Since you were two months younger than Jack it obviously meant that you became friends with him.

The two of you were as thick as thieves during your time growing up, staying up late under blanket forts as you gossiped about events, irritating Quinn as you wouldn’t stop laughing on the boat. From the moment summer started it was you and Jack against the world.

Quinn always loved you like the sister he never had as he watched you grow up from a child to a woman and how you were basically the first of the Hughes siblings to graduate from college, even if you weren’t really one of them.

Luke, your sweet little Luke always had a special space in your heart. During your junior year at umich he arrived and you two grew closer than ever.

Beforehand you had to admit that you saw him as Jacks little brother and simply just that. But when he joined you on campus you saw so many more sides to him. More times than Luke would like to admit he ended up in your dorm in tears as he got stressed out after games that didn’t go his way.

He also had a few times were you were called to take care of his drunken ass that actually made you laugh.

Most recently though just before you graduated it was his turn to take care of you.

Nick had called Luke after some guy had started trying to make a move on you whilst you were drunk off of your ass “I wanna see him,” you complained resting your head in Nicks shoulder as he laughed.

Your friendship was refreshing, you actually bonded over your shared dislike for a professor in your freshman year “Luke said he was coming.” Nick smiled wrapping his arm around you “you like him don’t you?” He added watching your face turn bright red.

The man who was easily your best friend on campus wasn’t an idiot “that’s Jack’s brother!” You whisper yelled somehow being mindful of the fact that you two were sat outside “doesn’t answer my question.” Nick pointed out as he tapped your nose.

He laughed as he watched you stay quiet “I think he’s a great person,” you shrugged still slurring your words.

Maybe it was because you guys were days out from graduation that Nick was pressing this topic “if Luke wasn’t Jacks brother what would you say to him?” Nick proposed turning to face you “I’d tell him I wanna fuck him.” You blurted out causing the boy to bust out laughing.

If there was one thing Nick loved about you was your lack of a filter “y/n!” He shook his head smiling as he locked eyes with Luke “there he is.” You gasped quickly getting up as you lost your footing “woah there.” Luke was quick to wrap his hands around your waist as he steadied your body.

Nick smiled as he watched you two “I’m going to let you two get going.” He announced sending you a salute.

You blew Nick an air kiss “you better get that girl you wanted.” You pointed your finger at him causing him to dramatically place his hands on his lips “only if you do the same thing with yours.

Luke unintentionally let his hand tense around your waist as you looked up at him with wide eyes “sorry,” the younger boy apologised as his cheeks turned pink.

This was one of the many times that Nick wished he could show you how you looked. Staring up at Luke like he was the only man in the world you smiled seemingly forgetting that you had been sat waiting for him for the last fifteen minutes “hi,” you grinned tapping him on the nose as you erupted out in a giggle seeing his face scrunch.

The Hughes boy didn’t say anything until he heard the front door shut “let’s get you home.” Now surprisingly you behaved on the walk him just following Luke as his finger stayed hooked in your belt hoop after the one time you tried to walk off the cafe on campus that had closed hours ago.

Luke had to admit though that he was close to laughing a few times as you sat on the counter in the kitchen. All of the boys were meant to be asleep so Luke knew he could take care of you up there “bout time I had to take care of you.” The hockey player confessed as he grabbed a makeup wipe from the pack you had left for when the guys had ladies over.

You nodded enjoying the feeling of the cold wipe against your cheek as you stared at Luke’s facial features “what is going through your mind pretty girl?” His voice was soft as he tried out the new nickname.

It caused a smile to form on your lips “you’re pretty.” You mumbled as he grabbed your chin so he could wipe the make up off of the other side of your cheek.

He kept quiet as he tried to think about the way he should respond “you’re drunk,” he sighed causing you to frown.

The pout on your lips was childish as you pushed his hand away so you could face him again “no I’m not,” you shook your head thinking about it “I’m only slightly.” You corrected yourself.

Luke found his place between your legs as his hands sat on either side of you “we can talk about this in the morning?” He offered feeling his heart pound out of his chest when your fingers ran along his jaw.

The tension between you two could have been cut with a knife as you huffed “want to do it now,” you confessed crossing your arms.

A part of you thought it was smart pushing yourself forward as you assumed that Luke would move away “woah,” the boys back hit the cupboard behind him as his hands landed on your hips.

Your eyes went from his to his lips as you smiled “oopsies?” You shrugged letting your fingers crawl in between his hoodie and his shirt “what am I gonna do with you?” Luke asked softly laughing as he shook his head staying in the same position.

This was the perfect moment for drunken you “you could just kiss me?” Even you were unsure of your words as you knew you were telling him how you felt about him.

Luke wanted to worry about what you would do when you were sober but in that moment he mainly just wanted to kiss you. It was something he had been waiting to do for years so the hockey player tilted your chin up as he leaned down to kiss you.

You melted into the kiss as you weren’t used to having those soft moments with anyone.

But of course the moment was short lived “get it Hughesy!” A cheer came from upstairs that was shortly followed by a slap to the back of someone’s head.

A laugh left your lips as you saw Luke turn pink “now you can tell Trevor you beat him to me.” The duo had an unserious competition as Luke had a crush on you and Trevor just liked flirting with you “you knew about that?” Luke’s eyes went wide as it was something that had gone on for at least eight months now.

“Please I told him to convince you to start it.”

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[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142 Part 1

It had been a few days since his birthday, his parents forgot again but that was how things went in his family. At least his sister, Jazz knew how to throw something together quickly so he at least got to spend it with her and his friends. Speaking of his friends, they were hanging out in the park together. They had gotten close over the summer. Trips to the Nasty Burger, followed by trips to the mall and then late night sleepovers were the normal weekend pattern for the trio especially the later in the summer it got.

They’d talk about all sorts of things while swinging or chilling around the slide. Currently their conversation had drifted towards which superpower would you like if you had the meta gene. Strangely the whole town seemed to be meta free. Not that anyone in the town hated metas just that no one possessed the gene. 

“I think I’d like to be able to control Technology with my mind.” Tucker said, pointing toward his forehead in emphasis, “ I’d never have to set poor Lucy down again!!” He hugged his current PDA tightly. 

Sam and Danny shared a look while Sam rolled her eyes. “I think I’d like to control plants like Poison Ivy. I wonder if she’d be up for a goth side-kick” Sam said, punching the air in front of her with her fist. “What about you Danny?”

Danny took a few minutes to mull over the question before answering, “I think I’d like to fly. Even if I don’t get into the college I want I’d be able to fly up there anyways.”

“Pfft, bring me back a piece of a meteorite when you do,” Sam chuckled. They all knew their dreams of getting powers would never come true. Not without the meta-gene anyways.

“Sure,” Danny shrugged, “Oh, by the way since my parents are out of town I’m going to check out the portal to see if I can get it running for them. Want to see it?”

“Dude, that’s sick! Unfortunately my parent’s cousin is flying in tomorrow and I’ll need to help prep stuff” Tucker said sadly. 

“I don’t know about that Danny, your parents are great but I don’t know if I trust this portal” Sam said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I wouldn’t worry it’s not likely to actually work or anything,” Danny shrugged. 

Soon the trio had to get back to their respective homes. Well Sam and Tucker did. Danny’s parents were out of town at some convention. 

They had left Danny and Jazz home alone and they gave instructions for Danny and Jazz to take turns cleaning the lab and making sure the portal didn’t suddenly turn on while they were gone. They had tried before heading out for their trip but unfortunately nothing happened when they turned it on. 

Danny wanted to check it out for them when he was done cleaning. He also figured if he could help his parents with their science it would be easier for him to get into the college he wanted to achieve his dreams. 

He quickly finished cleaning, and then put on his hazmat suit. Sam had once made fun of the Jack Fenton sticker placed on the front and fortunately it was easy enough for Danny to remove. Then he took a calming breath and stood in front of the portal. As it stood at the moment, it was a dark hole in the wall that seemed to suck all the light out of the room. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he suddenly got the urge to run out, maybe he could come back with Sam and Tucker? Unfortunately he knew his parents were back tomorrow so if he wanted to help he needed to do it now.

Stealing his nerves he took a step forward and then another. Into the tunnel he went. It was then he realized he made an error when he found something caught on his foot. He flailed as he tried to catch himself and his hand pushed some kind of button on the wall.

A flash of white light and he felt an eternity of agony. It felt unbearably hot as Danny could feel himself being melted and then put back together. Soon he lost consciousness as everything went dark.

He wasn’t sure how long he was out but he definitely wasn’t at home anymore. He seemed to be in the hospital, the usual medical supplies seemed to be all around as well as a few things he couldn’t identify. He didn’t seem to be attached to any monitoring equipment which seemed a little off but the fact he weirdly didn’t seem to have any burn marks on him. He was sure the portal should have killed him and the fact that he was somehow completely unscathed made him a little worried. Maybe he did die?

His thoughts were interrupted as someone walked into the room. They had messy blond hair, blue eyes, and wore a trench coat. He looked relieved when he saw Danny was awake.

“Took you long enough, kid you were out for a whole week!” The newcomer exclaimed. 

A week. 

The thought swirled around in Danny’s head. That meant his Family thought he was missing. Sam and Tucker knew he was missing. That also meant he missed the first week of school. That probably wouldn’t look well on an application. 

He could tell his thoughts were spiraling a little but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even know what exactly caused him to be out for that long. 

He thought about what could’ve happened to end him up in a hospital and then the thought occurred to him. 

The portal. 

“What about my parents' portal?” Danny asked the guy.

Next:

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #poor danny #The Portal #Danny dies temporarily #Danny’s going to have some deep existential dread in a bit #He’s going to wind up living at the watchtower I think #Constantine saves Danny #Danny’s going to be bonding with different hero’s in this one #He realizes he’s not human anymore in the next chapter #He’s also going to realize he’s in SPACE!! #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[lukeywritesstuff]

Reader has a pregnancy scare over the summer at the lake house and dosent tell Jack at first so he gets mad. He doesn’t really want a child rn but ends up accepting that they will have a baby. But it’s just a scare so their are not going to actually be parents

baby? no baby.

jack hughes x reader

warning: angst, yelling, pregnancy scare, mentions of abortion, punching (m on m), vomit, swearing and suggestive sexual content (no actual smut)

note: i’m not from the states so all timing for drives and flights and stuff are made up because i’ve been trying to research how far detroit airport is from bloomington AND NO BLOOMINGTON IS COMING UP ON MAPS. i actually went a bit crazy writing this because of that. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve written in a couple years that isn’t a joke so please bear with me because it’s not perfect at all.

lowercase intended

this past week has been a nightmare, from waking up at 6:30 in the morning to throw up, to dealing with motion sickness on an airplane and dealing with my boyfriends absolute bullshit.

let’s start from the beginning: wednesday july 12th, the day i started feeling ill. it was around 5:30 in the morning the first time i threw up. that day i thought it was a bug so i didn’t think much of it. but it kept happening all week, and this freaked me out because i knew i was leaving for michigan on monday to visit my boyfriend jack and his family.

monday couldn’t have come any slower, knowing i needed to talk to ellen before anyone else, i was hoping for the day to come faster. she’d be the only one i can ask about what’s going on with me as i haven’t seen my own family since august of last year since i moved to jersey for college.

the flight was terrible but short, it didn’t help my nausea at all, specially with the turbulence, jack was late to pick me up because he left his phone at the house when he went boating with his brothers so i had to sit around the airport for a few hours. i’m not even gonna think about uber either cuz i’d rather get crushed by a plane than sit for hours in an uber with a complete stranger.

ok getting off topic here, we’ll we got to the lake house after a very uneventful and quiet drive from the airport. ellen was finishing up dinner and luke, quinn and jim were playing basketball in the driveway, which quickly came to a stop as jack pulled up smashing the horn causing quinn to (jokingly) throw the ball at the car. (it did not break at all.)

i settled in to jacks room and we ate dinner, we talked about the boys hockey and training and my school and what i’m doing after i graduate next year. jokes were cracked and it was fun, i actually forgot about jack being a bit of a dick for a good hour and a half. after i stayed in the kitchen with ellen to help clean up, jack and luke ran to the x-box in the other room probably to play fortnite.

‘el, this past week i’ve been feeling quite nauseous this past week and i was wondering if i should worry about it. knowing you’ve been pregnant a few times, i felt it was best to ask you for advice on the situation.’ i said to my boyfriends mother.

‘well if it goes on for a few more days i’d consider going to a doctor, but for now you can go to the pharmacy just down the street and try a rest or 2 if you wanna have an idea quicker.’ she said and i nodded.

‘wait you’re pregnant?’ i hear from by the counter. quinn. he heard.

‘i’m not sure. i was just about to go to the pharmacy to get a test’ i told him.

‘i’ll drive i want some gato and fuckass jack frank the last one.’ he said and i nodded.

we went to the pharmacy and got 2 tests (and a shit ton of blue gato for quinn) and we went back to the house. i went to the bathroom in ellen’s room to take them since she wants to be there for me and honestly i’m glad i did. she’s been so supportive even if it might just be a scare.

the tests came out positive. i broke down in tears and went out to ellen.

‘positive, i’m pregnant. and i’m only 21’ i said.

‘oh sweetie. it’s all gonna be okay. you’re gonna be a great mom and jacks gonna be a great dad.’ ellen said embracing me.

‘so she’s pregnant?’ quinn asked from the door. i just nod my head at him.

suddenly i hear from the hallway ‘who’s pregnant?’ and ‘is it mom? i think i’m a bit too old to be an older brother’ and then a little ‘ow’ after.

then quinn had to open his big ass mouth and say ‘no. it’s y/n. she’s pregnant.’

‘what?!’ jack yelled. ‘and you fucker knew before me? you fucking asshole!’ i heard before i see jack coke into the room angrily to punch his older brother in the face.

‘jack get off!’ i yelled pulling him.

‘i cant believe you told quinn before me! have him father your fucking kid. i don’t want it. i don’t want kids at all. specially right now. i’m at my prime right now! i don’t need a fucking baby ruining it all for me! get out of my house that’s not my kid! and if it is fucking abort it!’ he yelled while crying making me cry even more.

right after luke dragged him to his room and i can hear yelling between them as quinn and ellen comforted me in the master bedroom. todays been a lot for me so i eventually pass out in my boyfriend(?)’s parents room with his mother stroking my hair.

on wednesday, exactly a week after i started having my nausea i decided to visit a doctor to get the baby and i checked out. i haven’t talked to jack since he yelled at me so i go with ellen.

‘okay so it seems like you’re not actually pregnant and the test you took was wrong.‘ the doctor said to me.

honestly i have no idea if i’m relieved or sad. i was honestly quite happy to potentially be having a baby, even if jack was being a huge JACKass about it.

we got home and i saw jack sitting on the porch with a bouquet of flowers.

‘baby, i’ve thought everything over these past few days, and i’m actually excited to have a baby! with you! i apologize for everything i said, but it just hurt knowing quinn found out before me, because i am the dad. but now i am excited for this baby and this new chapter of our lives!’ he said smiling at the end.

‘jack, it was a scare. there’s no pregnancy. i’ve just been having a stomach bug the doctor told me. the tests were wrong too. i’m sorry.’ i said frowning.

‘oh. well i guess that means we just go upstairs and start actually making a baby, because i kinda want one now!’ jack said before pulling me in the house.

once we got up to the bedroom i hear ellen ushering everyone out, probably to spare themselves from having to hear whatever we’re getting up to upstairs.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes angst #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #quinn hughes

[91dawsonmercer]

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

"I can't this week, Y/N. I'm sorry. I forgot and made plans with Ryan and Austin."

"You forgot? Bullshit, Erik. You 'forgot' the last three fucking weekends. All the poor girl wants is to spend time with her dad and all you care about is going out and getting wasted."

"I'll make it up to her. I got to go."

He ends the call and I sigh locking my phone. Three weekends. Three weekends in a row 'plans' have somehow came up and he can't get his daughter like he's supposed to. But he doesn't care, he's not the one that has to try and come up with an explanation for his three year old daughter to not know that daddy would rather go and get boozed up then to spend time with her.

I cleaned the house and applied for a few other jobs while waiting for Odessa to wake up. "Mommy!" Odessa yells, running into the kitchen. "Hi Dess. How did you sleep?" I ask as she climbs up onto my lap. "Good. When is daddy coming?" "He isn't, baby. He has work stuff to do." "Again?" I nod and she cuddles into me. "We'll have fun here, I promise."

Odessa 'helped' me make breakfast and we ate before she went to go play in the toy room. I cleaned up the mess from cooking and could hear her laughing but didn't think anything of it until I heard Jack talking.

I made my way back to the toy room and she was sitting in small ball pit with her ipad.

"Hi mommy!"

"Hi. Who called who, hm?"

"I called her. I hope you don't mind."

"No, Rowdy. I don't. I just wanted to make sure she didn't spam call you again."

Odessa looks down at her ipad and smiles.

"Daddy has work stuff again, but mommy said we'll have fun still."

"Seriously?" I could hear Luke in the background and the sound of Jack most likely punching him.

"Is momma still there?"

She nodded and I walked over and sat down beside her.

"Call me when she goes down for her nap. I want to talk to you about something."

"What?" Odessa asks, causing Jack to make a face at her.

"Doesn't concern you, nosy."

"I will. I-"

My phone started ringing and I stopped myself when I realized it was one of the jobs I applied for. "I have to take this. I'll be back."

I got up and walked out of the room, answering the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Y/N?"

"Yes, speaking."

"This is Sarah. I'm calling about the remote job you applied for. Are you available to talk?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"We're impressed with your resume and would like to offer you the position. It's a remote role, but there's a catch. We're transitioning to a hybrid model, and eventually, we'd like you to be based in our Newark office. Is that something you'd be open to?"

I paused, processing the information. Moving was not something I had considered, but the opportunity was too good to pass up and we would be close to Jack and Luke. "I… I think so," I stammered. "Can I have some time to think about it?"

"Of course, take your time. We'll send over details via email. Let us know your decision by the end of the week."

"Thank you so much. I'll get back to you soon."

After the call I walked back to the toy room and Odessa was laughing about something Jack or Luke did.

"What are the weirdos doing, Dess?"

"Dookie fell."

"How many times do I have to tell you that it is either Lukey, Pookie, or Lukey Pookie, and that Dookie isn't an option."

Jack and I laughed and she just made a face at Luke in response.

"What was that about, Y/N/N?"

"What the call?"

"Yeah."

"A call back from one of the remote jobs I applied for that is apparently going hybrid."

"Is it close to you?"

"It's actually in Newark."

"What!? Y/N, you have to go for it."

"I know, Luke. I probably am. I just have to talk to Erik about it."

"Erik can go fu-"

"Yeah, understandable." Jack says, cutting Luke off. "Well, we have to go get ready for practice. We'll talk to you guys later. Love you guys."

"Love you too."

"Bye, Rowdy!"

"What? What about me?"

"Hm.."

"I'll remember that next time we are babysitting and you want something but Jack forgot his wallet."

"Don't worry, Dee. I never leave the house without it. Keep the Dookie hatred alive."

Luke groaned and punched Jack as he ended the call.

The rest of the day was spent playing and chasing after Odessa. She's asleep for the night and Jack and I are facetiming.

"Alright. I'll let you go to bed."

"Wait. What did you want to tell me earlier?"

"Right. I think you should take Erik back to court and go for full custody."

"I can't do that."

"Why?"

"I don't want her to grow up without a dad."

"He isn't even driving ten minutes and picking Dee up on his days, Y/N. If Erik isn't making an effort now, what makes you think he'll do so when you move?"

"I know, I know. I just… I don't want to be the reason Dee grows up without her dad. I don't want her to resent me for keeping them apart."

"I understand that," Jack said softly. "But you also can't keep waiting for Erik to change. Odessa is just going to keep getting let down. Maybe going back to court will be the wake-up call he needs to step up."

I stayed quiet thinking about what Jack had just said, and deep down I know he's right.

"Think about it, okay? Talk to Erik, and if nothing changes, maybe it's time to consider your options."

"Okay. Thanks, Jack. I appreciate your advice, as always."

"Anytime. I'm here for you, no matter what. Goodnight."

"Night."

Days pass and Odessa is at daycare since Erik finally agreed to meet up with me so I could talk to him about going back to court.

"So what exactly is so important that you couldn't just tell me over the phone?" He asks, sitting down in front of me.

"Hello to you to. I want to go back to court."

"There's no point. I'll make this whole thing easy on you and sign away my rights right now."

"Are you serious?"

He nods. "I don't want to be a father, Y/N. Not like this. I thought I could handle it, but I can't."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I blink them away. This is what I wanted, isn't it? To have full custody of Odessa, to not have to rely on Erik for anything. So why does it feel like I've lost something important?

"Fine," I say, my voice steadier now. "I'll have my lawyer draw up the papers."

Erik stands up, his eyes avoiding mine. "I'll sign them whenever you're ready."

As he walks away, I'm left sitting there, feeling a mix of emotions. Relief, sadness, anger… But mostly, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.

#dawson mercer #dawson mercer x hughes!reader #dawson mercer x reader #new jersey devils #nhl au #Daws🤍🧸 #⋆⋅☆⋅⋆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐔⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

[hoodharlow]

Bite Then Ask Questions

AN: idk I came up with this in the shower lol

Requested? No

Warnings: smut in the beginning, assault (loser men robbing our girl), self defense, useless police, Jack making stupid comments and Daisy being that girl <3 aka smut -> angst -> fluffy ending lol

Word Count: 3.5k words

A loud alarm blared through Jack and Miriam’s bedroom. They tried to ignore it as they lazily made out, but it rang once more five minutes later. 

"Is that yours or mine?" Jack asked, laying back so Miriam could check.

"Mine," she said, turning off all the others and leaving the main alarm. "I forgot I set a few early alarms so we can schedule a quickie." 

The last time Jack and Mirian saw each other was in over a week as Jack had been in Louisville working on his album and Miriam returned to London right after New Years to work on Poison Ivy. They were currently in LA; Miriam had a movie pitch meeting with some potential producers and directors while Jack was going to film his Doritos commercial for the Super Bowl. Apparently he and Missy have only filmed the teaser for it and not the actual commercial with Elton John. 

"I love how you're always prepared." Jack mumbled against her lips. 

With his hips he flipped them over and continued their makeout session. Jack pulled away to help Miriam out of her cropped long sleeve and took off his long sleeve as well. He got on top of her once more and kissed down her jaw. Miriam hummed in pleasure when he reached the valley in between her breasts. Her hums turned to loud moans as Jack ran his tongue over one of her nipples while he tugged at the other one. He nipped and sucked her breasts then kept going down her body. He tugged her pajama pants and panties off her, tossing them off to the side. 

"Finally home." Jack said as he placed Miriam’s legs on his shoulders. 

Miriam giggled, "You're so corny." 

He ran his knuckles over her glistening core, making her whimper. "You say all that as if you don't want me to eat you out." He chuckled. 

"I could care less. I've been satisfying myself just fi-FUCK!" Miriam threw head back as Jack pressed one of her vibrators against her clit. 

He met her gaze, giving her a shit eating grin before burying his face in between her thighs once more. Jack increased the speed to the highest setting and pressed against her clit. Miriam came within seconds. He laid his head on one of her thighs and watched her as she came two more times with only her vibrator. 

"Jack, please fuck me." She begged, her voice hoarse from the intense orgasms she had. 

"I will. Just be patient, bro." He smiled. 

Jack finally slipped his ring and middle finger in her. He slowly pumped them in and out of her. He dipped his tongue in her and slowly devoured her, spreading her legs more so he could fit better. He lapped up her release from the other orgasms while the tip of his nose bumped against her clit. Miriam rolled her hips, begging Jack to make her come. He looked up and grinned, wiggling his tongue against her. He sped up his fingers and with his other hand, he rubbed her clit. He sucked her clit then pressed his tongue on it as his fingers brought her to completion. 

Miriam arched her back, nearly sitting up. Her hands tightly held on to Jack's curls as she continued to move her hips against his face. Once her orgasm ceased, Jack laid next to her. She sat up and laid across his thighs. She greedily pulled out his cock and slipped her hand in between her thighs, spreading her release on his length. She spit on his cock then slowly slipped him inside. She switched positions so now she was on all fours as she kept taking Jack deeper in her mouth. 

Jack sat up and picked up Miriam’s legs, placing them over his head. He brought her thighs to his face and began running his nose over her core. 

“What are you doing?” she asked him. 

He slipped his fingers in her, moving them at a steady pace. “I wasn’t done eating you out.” 

*

Jack munched on his cereal while he read the screenplay Miriam wrote. She left it on the breakfast table. Jack got curious and read it. So far he was impressed. He knew she wrote it for a writing class at Berkeley and her professor asked if it was okay to send it out to a few movie studios. A24 picked up but asked Miriam to make a few revisions. 

“There’s no oatmilk.” Miriam sighed, startling Jack. 

He flipped the script and scrambled to cover it.

“Were you reading a porn magazine?” she asked. 

“What am I? Thirteen.” Jack scoffed. He lifted the screenplay. “I was reading it and thought you didn’t want me to read it.” 

“If I didn’t want you to read it, I wouldn’t have left it where your nosy ass would have seen it.” she said, setting the toaster to toast a bagel for her. “What do you think?”

“Honestly?” 

“Yeah, lay it on me.” 

“It’s good. Normally when people make popstar centered movies the singer is usually a popstar that wants to sing indie music so it’s interesting that you flipped it.” he said, washing his bowl. “It’s something I would want to be part of.”

“I mean if you want, Steven is yours.” Miriam said, nonchalantly as she spread some apricot jam on top of the cream cheese covered bagel.

“Are you serious?” He asked excitedly. “Is this what nepotism feels like?”

“No, you fucked your way to the top.” She corrected him. “But if we’re being honest, I may have done the Steven revisions picturing you.” 

“So am I like your muse?” Jack smirked. 

“Unfortunately.” Miriam sighed. 

Jack kissed her cheek and went to change. When he came back down, he saw Miriam in the foyer taking selfies in front of the mirror. He leaned against the stairs railing, admiring her toned body. 

She’s always been fit but in the last few weeks, Miriam put in work. A lot of their facetimes consisted of them doing their own thing during the call. He would prop his iPad on the sound booth and more often than not Miriam would be working out. She was doing 80% of her stunts for Poison Ivy. Most of her stunts were of her hanging from a harness and pulling herself up or her running on top of cars. She also had a tone of fight scenes, but thanks to her sparring with Beto she was used to that. 

“Don’t you have someplace to be?” Miriam asked, pulling down her Tom Ford button up. 

“Damn, a guy can’t admire his girl’s abs?” he rolled his eyes.

“No.” She deadpanned. 

“Too late for that.” he wrapped his arms around her and reached up to cup her breasts. He frowned when he felt more fabric under her top. “Since when do you wear bras?”

“Since I have a meeting with people from A24 and my mom told me to wear one.” 

“Mhm, as long as no one sees our nipples, we're good.” Jack said, slipping his hands in Miriam’s bra and tugging her nipples. She leaned her head back and moaned out. Jack removed his hands out of her bra and patted her thighs. “Let me stop before we both end up late.”

Miriam rolled her eyes. She checked that everything was in her Bottega Veneta tote that matched her burgundy NICHOLAS DALEY hat and reached for her hydro flask, small gym tote and the keys to her G-Wagon. 

“Beto isn’t driving you?” Jack asked Miriam..

She shook her head. “No, he’s still on vacation. He comes back next week.”

“You don’t want to take someone from my team?”

“I’m going to pilates after my meeting. I’ll be home by three the latest. I’ll be fine.” she told him.

“I just don’t like you not having your security.” he said softly. 

“I’ve taken a bunch of self defense classes. I know how to defend myself.” Miriam reassured him. 

“Actually check in with me. Don’t text me five hours after you’re done with pilates.” 

“Okay, I gotta go.” she kissed his cheek. Daisy walked around the house with the octopus stuffed toy Jack gave her. “Daisy, if someone breaks in, bite them then ask questions.”

*

Miriam pulled her sweaty curls out of her ponytail and twisted them into loose bun. She hadn’t been on the reformer in a few weeks and she was fighting for her life during the hour session. She pulled out her phone and texted Jack that she was on her way home and if he wanted to order in or go out for dinner. She hoped for the first option. She was flying back to London tomorrow afternoon and she just wanted to spend the last few hours she had left alone with Jack.

She stood off to the side to see if he replied before she crossed the street to get to her car. It was raining so lucky for her, there weren’t any paps out. She was freezing out of her mind though. She only wore her sports bra under her Patagonia windbreaker. Her meeting ended sooner than expected so she had time to go home, change, leave her things, and only take her Harry Styles heart tote with her. She only had her barre socks for pilates, a few snacks and her car keys. 

A large body pushed passed her, nearly making her lose balance. Her favorite gold bracelet fell off her wrist. She caught it before it fell on the ground. She was about to put in her tote for safe keeping but she noticed her tote wasn't on her. She looked around her surroundings and saw a blonde guy with short hair speed-walking a few yards away from her. On his hand was Miriam's tote. She took off running. 

"Hey!" She yelled, throwing her hydro flask at him. 

She missed his back but he tripped over it. He stumbled but kept running. 

"Stop right there." A cop or security guard, she wasn't too sure, stopped in front of her.

"Oh good, that–"

"Miss you do know assault is a felony right?" He told her. 

"Um, yeah? But the guy stole my bag." She gestured at the guy. 

The cop turned over his shoulder and gave the guy a quick glance. "He doesn’t seem the type." 

"Are you serious? He snatched my bag while I was waiting for my–"

"I'm sure you can afford…" 

Miriam stopped listening. She looked over the cop's shoulder and saw the guy who stole her bag walk around with her car key trying to locate her car. She tried cutting the officer off to let him know that the robber drove off in her car but he kept lecturing her. 

"Is that understood?" He asked her in a condescending tone. 

"Yeah officer," she looked at his badge and memorized his badge number. 

"I'll leave you to it, enjoy the rest of your afternoon." 

Miriam was shaking in anger. She never dealt with anyone so incompetent in her life. But what did she expect from an officer? Her standards were in hell and he somehow managed to get under them. She called the only person who could help her. 

She wiped her tears and took a deep breath, "Papi can you pick me up?"

*

Jack checked his phone for the millionth time. There was no response from Miriam. He texted her back that he could bring some In N Out after the studio. She saw the message and three dots appeared but after that nothing. He tried calling her but her phone kept going to voice-mail. He put his phone down on the soundboard and seconds later it rang. It was Miriam’s dad.

"Hi Mr. Dominguez." He answered. 

"Hey, it's me." Miriam’s voice was on the other end. "My phone died and it's charging." 

"Where are you?" 

"We're meeting with his lawyers to make a police report because some genius stole my car." She said casually.

"I'm sorry, what? Why did you call your dad and not me?" Jack said in an annoyed tone. 

"Are you serious? My car got stolen and you're mad I called my dad?" Miriam snapped at him.

"When you say it like that you make me sound like an asshole." He mumbled. 

"I'll see you at home, Jack." With that she hung up on him. 

"You good?" Urban asked, pulling him out to the hallway. 

"Can you believe Miriam's car was stolen and she called her dad?" Jack told him.

"Yeah, her parents have a bunch of lawyers for just about everything. Who should have she called?" His best friend crossed his arms.

"I don't know me?" He responded. 

"What would you have done? Call Neelam? Then what?" 

"I'm her fucking partner. She shouldn't have to depend on her parents for everything." Jack said, frustratedly.

"Again, what would you have done?" Urban asked, ready to smack his friend for being so stubborn. 

Jack's phone buzzed. It was a ring notification. Apparently the silent alarm in the garage was triggered. He pulled up the app and some guy was getting chased by Daisy. He scrambled up on the counter but she managed to bite off the back of the guy's pants. Then the guy did the unthinkable and called 911. 

"We're leaving." He said, grabbing the car keys from the Tesla he bought for Miriam's house. "Uh, we're done for today." 

Urban followed him out, confused. "Yo, what happened?"

"Call 911, some fucking genius broke in Miriam's house." He said, struggling to open the car. 

"I'll drive." Urban snatched the key and got in the driver's side. 

They got to Miriam's house in twenty minutes. Jack went under the police tape and ran inside. 

"Sir you can't be in here." An officer said. "A rabid dog snuck into the house. We have to wait for animal control."

"This is my partner's house and that rabid animal is our dog." Jack said, pushing past them.

He walked down the hall to the kitchen and Daisy was focused on the man on the counter. The fur on her back was raised. She was growling low, reminding of the dog from The Sandlot. Her teeth were on full display, ready to attack the intruder. 

Jack saw his hydro flask on the couch and grabbed it for protection. Miriam taught him how to use it as a weapon when they first started dating. He was well aware that what he was doing was the second stupidest thing he did that day, the first was yelling at Miriam. 

"Daisy, c'mere." He called to her, putting his thigh. 

Daisy turned and saw Jack. Her whole demeanor changed back to the calm dog he knew. She yipped happily and went to him with her tail wagging. Jack scooped her up in his arms and kissed her head. 

"Are you hurt?" He asked her softly. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw the intruder try to make a run for it, but he was tackled to the ground. Jack covered Daisy's eyes and carried her outside. Urban was with Miriam and her dad. 

Miriam took off running to them. Jack pulled her to his chest and passed Daisy to Mateo. He properly hugged her. His t-shirt got wet from her tears as she silently cried. He rubbed her back and held her tighter. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered in her hair. 

"I know." She sniffled. She pulled away and inspected him. "Are you hurt?" 

"I'm good. Are you–"

"I'm okay." She turned to her dad and took Daisy in her arms. "Hi baby." 

Daisy rested her head on Miriam's shoulder. Jack noticed them shivering and went to his car. It had stopped raining but it was still cold since it was January. He placed his blanket on them and hugged them. 

The officers cleared the house. Nothing was damaged and there was no forced entry since the intruder entered through the garage. Jack gave his statement on how he saw everything go down on the ring app. While Miriam confirmed that it was the same guy that stole her tote and car. After that Urban left to give Jack's managers a rundown of what happened. One of the nosy neighbors posted about the break in and it was going around all social media. Miriam's mom made a general statement about wanting their privacy to be respected for their Instagram Stories. Miriam's dad stayed until Urban came back with food for them as he was spending the night with them. Miriam was assigned one of her dad's security personnel to also stay with them. He was also to escort her back to London tomorrow in the afternoon since she was flying first class and not in their private jet because her siblings took it for work. 

Now freshly showered in their bedroom, Miriam sat in the middle of her bed, texting back everyone who checked in. Calum and Claudia offered them their house to stay in since they're in San Francisco, but Jack and Miriam said no. They just wanted to rest. 

"Is this yours?" Jack asked her, holding up her bracelet that fell off. "I found it by the hamper." 

“It’s broken.” Miriam sniffled, holding the clasp of her bracelet.

It was one of the first custom jewelry pieces Jack got her just because and it became one of her favorite pieces to wear. It was a dainty gold bracelet that really completed her outfits or elevated her simple outfits into something a bit more.

“I can buy you a new one.” he offered.

“it won’t be the same.” she blubbered. She wiped her tears. “It's probably stupid, but this one is special and irreplaceable to me. I can't wear a new one.”

Jack was quiet for a few moments. He knew Miriam had a lot of things, but she was very sentimental to all of her things and she took care of everything like it was the only thing in the world. so he got where she was coming from without wanting a replacement.

“How about I get you something made out of the bracelet?” he said, taking the bracelet.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

Jack looked down at her left hand, already envisioning a ring. But he pulled her close and kissed her temple. “I’ll figure out something. Let's get some rest.”

"I don't know if I could sleep." She said truthfully. She played with the ends of her braid. 

"I'm sorry." Jack apologized for the nth time. 

"Jack,"

He sat up and faced her. "Miriam, I fucked up. I'm sorry that I got mad at you…Our upbringing was different and when I say it I don't mean to downplay you or anything, but you're used to calling your parents for help. I'm so used to being dependent on solving whaveer problem or issue people around me have. I'm the one who has to make the call to make sure everyone is good, you know? I don't know in a way it felt like you didn't trust me to help you which is fucking stupid. Your parents are your biggest supporters so obviously you're going to depend on them for shit like this. What would I have done? Call my manager? Then–"

"Jack, mirame," Miriam held his face. "I accept your apology. But please understand that when I turn to my parents for help it's not because I don't trust you or I think you're incapable of helping me. Sometimes I have to rely on their connections to get by. You should have seen the officer that dismissed me when my dad pulled up with his defense attorney and the sergeant of the precinct. He practically shit himself then and there." She giggled. "Jack, appreciate you being at my side. I'm not with you so you can solve my problems. I'm with you because you make me feel safe and because you're kinda funny." 

"Kinda funny?" He dramatically did a double take. "I've made you laugh so hard that no sound comes out of you countless times." 

"I'm just stroking your ego so you can dick me down." 

"If you want me to fuck you the only rhing you gotta stroke is my dick." Jack smirked, kissing her face. He pulled away. "We're good right?" 

"Yes." She nodded, giving him a peck on his nose. 

They settled back in bed. Miriam laid her head on Jack's chest and hugged his tummy.

"Who would've thought Daisy was scrappy?" Jack asked after a few minutes. 

"Me." She scoffed. "Why do you think I never wear my hair in a top bun?"

"I thought it was because of the dent you have." He said, pressing his thumb down at the crevice on the top of her skull. 

"No, when she was a puppy she would tackle me and pull on my bun." She patted the dent she's had since a kid. "How do you know about this?"

"It's good for when you suck my dick and I need to…" he placed his hand on her head and pushed her down like she was giving him head. "See?"

He rolled onto his side laughing while Miriam glared at him. "I hate you."

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[ryuichirou]

I forgot how down horrendous I was for Divus until I saw some fanart earlier today.

But that wasn't what I was going to ask, headcannons about the builds of the twst cast? For example, if anyone in particular is muscular or scrawny? - 🐩 anon

Yeah it’s always like this with Divus. You forget about him, and then boom! He is here to attack your eyes with his sexiness lol

It is a good question, Anon, and I had fun thinking about this, but I’ll also leave links to similar hc lists from before:

The one about butts and the one about chests (boys’).

Riddle – very skinny, ribs visible, but not as bad as it used to be a year ago – Trey’s pies help a lot lol But he has some muscles that aren’t visible, but you can still feel them. Mostly his core muscles + thighs. Because you know, horse riding.

Ace – average-looking, has some muscle definition on the upper half of his body?? Like the arms and chest area. Nothing super impressive though.

Deuce – also average-looking with some muscle definition, but in the lower half of his body due to running: his legs are pretty muscular. Both he and Ace have somewhat developed abs, but they aren’t very visible on either of them.

Trey – on a softer side, but still surprisingly muscular. Big chest, thick arms and thighs, sides are a tiny bit squishy. He doesn’t even exercise all that much to develop certain muscles, but he is good at sports + I guess naturally gifted lol

Cater – lean, pretty average, pretty much zero definition anywhere, but also not much fat: he is built like a perfectly flat cylinder lol I know it doesn’t make sense geometrically…

Leona – lean-buff, with visible abs, big chest and arms and stuff. He isn’t as soft as Trey is, but he’s pinchable if you try hard enough.

Ruggie – unfortunately visibly underweight, but also much better that he used to be a year ago. His muscle definition also has gotten much better now that his body has a regular intake of protein and can actually support having them.

Jack – the biggest and the beefiest of boys, he is one of the heaviest in the cast and is almost completely made of muscle lol Huge chest area, huge glutes, huge legs and arms, pecks, everything. But his legs are the most developed muscle-wise.

Azul – lean, with a fairly small waist and stuff, but also pretty muscular. He’s not huge, but his chest muscles are visible, his arms and legs muscles are visible, and his abs too, although the latter ones aren’t always very obviously there. When his muscle mass fluctuates, he loses his abs first. Also his thighs are squishy and soft.

Jade – swimmer build. Broad shoulders, big chest, defined abs, but also not very bulky (I know I draw the Tweels beefy af but still lol). His arms are muscular but it’s not as visible as it is with Jack for example.

Floyd – pretty much the same as Jade, but sliiiiiightly bigger in chest and thighs. No one would even notice unless they compare them side by side.  

Kalim – overall, he is kind of skinny. When he’s just lying around all lazily, he looks soft. When he dances or does anything active, his muscles become visible. He is an enigma of a boy. But in a natural state, his arm muscles are probably the most visible ones. His legs are pretty developed too…

Jamil – sharp shoulders, small waist, lean-muscular build, kinda slim. His thighs and overall legs are very well developed, after his club activities they’re super visible even when he isn’t doing anything. His arm muscles aren’t big, but visible: it’s obvious that he plays basketball.

Vil – lean, not bulky at all, low fat, but also absolutely not underweight?? Also slim, but bigger than Jamil. He balances out his natural features with exercise and diets in a way that it looks very… soft silhouette-wise, but very strong when you start noticing all the muscles. His stomach area, chest and arm muscles are especially visible, but his thighs are also pretty meaty. He tries really hard not to get bulky though, so it’s hard to balance things out.

Rook – bulkier than he looks. I will never get over the fact that he is supposed to be bigger than Trey despite looking smaller and being shorter lol So he is absolutely pretty beefy, with all of his muscles being prominent, but especially the chest and thighs area. He covers all of that pretty well. He also has quite a lot of scars.

Epel –  overall healthy boy, considering his height, just a tiny little bit skinny, but he would like to get bigger in every possible way. There is some muscle definition on his body, but it’s difficult to notice it yet, especially compared to other first years.

Idia –  very skinny. A product of “too busy/lazy to eat”, fast metabolism and a small stomach. He isn’t super too underweight, Ruggie’s situation a year ago was probably worse, but for Idia’s height he absolutely doesn’t take care of himself enough, so his ribs are pretty visible. He also has fairly broad shoulders, but hips on a smaller side.

Ortho –  if he was alive that is; his build would be similar to Idia in a way that he would also have broad shoulders, but with much more meat on his body. Maybe even some muscle definition, because he would absolutely be more physically active than Idia. Maybe he would have a build similar to Deuce’s… if he doesn’t randomly decide to get all jacked and stuff all of a sudden lol

Lilia – zero definition anywhere, seems skinny, as if he doesn’t have any muscles at all, but it’s a false assumption: if he tightens his belly his abs would be visible. But he isn’t as beefy as he used to be when he was younger: he has a much better definition thorough his body back then, with his chest, abs and especially thighs and legs being quite muscular, albeit still lean. Nowadays if someone was to touch him, he’s either soft or flat… But you know, we’ve seen his body basically lol

Silver – one of the better muscularly developed boys of the cast, but not as muscular as Jacks and Sebeks of this world. Still, he is muuuch more muscular than Aces and Deuces… He has round soft shoulders and small waist, but also strong hands and beefy thighs. He is also covered in small scars.

Sebek – BIG BOY, one of the biggest of the cast and still growing. All of his muscles are quite developed, but especially glutes, thighs, chest and arms. He has a very strong core, and he is wider in shoulders than Silver, which is one of the things that he is very proud about. He also has some scars, but not as many as Silver, because he regenerates better than Silver does.

Malleus – a long lizard boy lol his chest and arms muscles are the most pronounced ones on his body, his abs are visible, but the lower part of his body is more on a leaner side; of course that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have noticeable and squishy thighs and butt, they are just not as huge as they could’ve been.

Crewel – he works out sometimes (when he isn’t too hangover to do so), but not to get super bulky: he is in great shape, has good muscle definition on the upper side of his body.

Trein – just grandpa :( Whatever he has underneath his robes will always be a mystery…

Che’nya – top-heavy, but not super muscular, I guess he just has broader shoulders and stuff. His legs seem too long sometimes, he is a bit… weird. But then again, at times he looks like a model lol

Neige –  no muscles, no nothing, just a lean boi that is also somehow soft and “friendly”. Not intimidating at all.

Rollo – a bit too skinny for his height, but not underweight. Broad shoulders, small waist, skinny long legs, also some scars on his body, mostly his back and thighs.

#replies #headcanons

[harlowsbby]

Who is Who

You loved pranking Jack it was always so funny watching him get all riled up and frustrated but this time around you were going to be the one getting riled up.

Lately the two of you have been arguing more than usual and it was always over something so small or meaningless, let’s say Jack forgot to take out the trash you’d get irritated and just start rambling on and on, on how forgetful he is. So today he decided it was time to get you back.

For today’s prank Jack was going to be saying another girls name in his ‘sleep’ and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid of your reaction because he’d be mad too if you said another man’s name in your sleep.

The two of you had a little party to go to later so you were in your room taking a nap and Jack was on the couch taking a ‘nap’ as well. You had your alarm set to go off in a few minutes so Jack had to hurry up and make it seem as if he was sleeping before you woke up.

He took his blanket and laid it across himself and messed up his curls a bit to make it seem like he was sleeping and hung one leg over the couch, he looked at the time seeing it was about 5 minutes till your alarm was set to go off.

After a few minutes of laying there he heard the sound of your alarm going off and the sound of you getting up from the bed. You groaned and stretched before standing up and making your way outside to the living room.

You rolled your eyes seeing Jack passed out on the couch and went to get you some water, Jack opened his eyes up a bit seeing you in the kitchen and quickly closed his eyes as you turned back around.

Just as you were about to go inside the room again to get ready for the party you stopped when you heard Jack talking in his sleep. “Ashley stop it.” He laughed in his sleep.

You froze and looked down at him if looks could kill Jack would be a dead man right about now. “What did you just say?” You told him and made your way into the living room again and sat on the coffee table.

“Jack.” You shook him roughly but he still didn’t budge. “Jack.” You said again the irritation was evident in your tone. “Ashley come on baby stop it now.” He laughed again in his sleep and flipped over to the side.

“Ashley? Who the hell is Ashley, you know what I got something for Ashley.” You said sarcastically and made your way back into the kitchen where you got a bottle of freezing cold water before making your way back into the living room.

Jack moved around a bit more in his sleep and you stood there with the bottle of water dangerously close to his face. “What did you just say?” You repeated yourself again. “Wake up Jack.” You shook him again but he still wasn’t budging so you tossed the water in his face which caused him to get up.

“What are you doing?!” He was honestly startled he didn’t think you’d actually throw something on him.

“Who is Ashley?!”

“No the real question is why did you just throw water in my face?!” He yelled back as he cleaned his face with his shirt.

“Answer my damn question Jack who is Ashley? And why do you keep saying her name in your sleep.”

You were beyond irritated and Jack was trying his absolute best not to start laughing right then and there.

“What are you talking about? I don’t know anybody named Ashley.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Are you being serious right now? You said Ashley like three times in your sleep.” He looked around ‘confused’ acting as if he had no idea.

“Ashley who?” You huffed and placed your hands on your hips and looked at him with your eyebrows raised. “Seriously? This is how you’re going to act now.” He sat up and raised his hands in defense. “Baby, on my life I don’t know who Ashley is I swear.”

“So you think I’m stupid? Do you think I just made up everything I just heard?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t… I mean I didn’t say that.” He tried defending his case but you weren’t having it.

“Fine, since you wanna act like you don’t know who Ashley is I guess I’ll just go with Jason.” You smirked and walked away and of course Jack followed after you. “Who is Jason?” He said and leaned against the bathroom frame watching as you applied your makeup.

“Who is Ashley.” You completely ignored his question. “No I asked you first Y/N, now who is Jason? You think you can just go around and see other guys when you’re clearly in a relationship with me?” He was starting to get red in the face now.

“Says the one that’s clearly out here seeing other women why don’t you go take Ashley to the party I’ll just hangout with Jason tonight.” You smirked and patted his chest as you walked past him and into your closet, Jack followed you like a lost puppy.

“Baby it’s a prank I’m not seeing anybody nor do I know anybody named Ashley I just decided to mess with you.” He started to panic as you started putting on your heels. “Really? That’s honestly wild because I’m not joking I’m really going out with Jason.” Jack didn’t know what to do but to watch you finish putting on your heels and put on your accessories.

“Baby come on I know you’re messing with me you’d never cheat on me and you know it.” You stopped what you were doing and raised your eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? How are you so sure about that, I’ve been thinking since we’ve been arguing so much lately it’s best we take a little break and see new people.”

His mouth practically flew open at the words that just came out your mouth. “You’re joking right? I’m sorry but you aren’t going anywhere and you aren’t leaving me.” You laughed and shook your head at him. “It’s a joke Jack I’m not leaving you.”

“Wait.. so you just pranked me back?” He said dumbfounded. “I sure did, next time you want to prank someone maybe don’t send your idea to the person you’re pranking.” You said slowly and showed him your messages he groaned seeing that he did indeed send his plan to you.

“I’m sorry baby I just decided it would be fun to get you for once since you’re always getting me.” He said. You coo’d and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “It’s okay and I’m sorry for pranking you back I’m also sorry for the past few days I know I’ve been a lot.”

“You got that right.” He mumbled under his breath but you heard him loud and clear.

“Oh is that right? Well since you wanna agree with me you can sleep on the couch tonight and get your own ride to the party.” You huffed and grabbed your purse before making your way outside.

“Baby!? I’m only playing you know I love you.” He yelled and chased after you with a grin displayed on his face.

Even when the two of you had little small heated arguments you both always knew how to bounce back in the end and let love win.

(Something I did just because I was bored 😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[spir1tfar3r]

twisted wonderland boys confessing to you <3

sort of a part two to this

© spir1tfar3r 2022– plagiarism, reposts, or anything related or copying isn’t allowed.

Your relationship with them is.. a bit confusing. Everyone that saw you together would assume that the two of you were dating by how you both treated and acted around each other. Hell even the two of you kind of assumed the relationship was past being only friends at this point. At some point, you gathered the courage to ask and confirm what you were to each other and they seemed so relieved that you took the initiative. Sheepishly, they admitted their feelings for you and wanted to actually be your partner but they weren’t sure how to bring it up when you both were already actually like a couple.

— Kalim Al-Asim, Silver, Ruggie Bucchi

You were absolutely not supposed to find out before they were ready. But they weren’t necessarily expecting to run into you while they were asking for advice on how to ask you out. The two of you stood in awkward silence as their friend excused themself to let you two talk (and also tell others what happened). Eventually, they finally worked up the courage to speak and confessed, apologizing in the middle because it wasn’t as romantic as they were wanting to make it.

— Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud

They deadass just ask you out the next time they see you. Maybe they’ll have a gift for you, maybe they won’t, they sure as hell don’t know yet. They had absolutely no plan with this and regretted not planning it as they were confessing.

— Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola, Jack Howl, maybe malleus and lilia

Has the most thought out plan and it is so god damn sweet. They’ll disguise this as a regular hangout, even though that came with the risk of you being busy or something (Grim) would get in the way. Luckily enough, you were completely free and you could come over the day they planned. The set up isn’t as grand as something Vil could’ve done but it was still impressive and they made sure to have your favorite things. As the hangout concluded, they confessed their feelings, and seeing them get a bit nervous when it was quite obvious that you liked them back was worth paying Ace and Deuce to keep grim busy.

— Trey Clover, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia

Much like the ones before, they also had their confessions planned and ready to go. The difference between the two groups? This shit was going to be perfect. They had your favorite things, made you dinner and it was candle lit!!! They were so completely ready for this moment but of course, something just had to go wrong and derail the entire thing. Even though they didn’t confess the moment they originally planned, they bit the bullet and expressed their feelings for you at your door after walking you home.

— Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Cater Diamond

Listen, this was not how they planned on confessing to you. They weren’t exactly sure how they were going to do but getting into a petty argument after you humored someone flirting with you was not the ideal plan. At some point in the argument you had asked why it mattered so much to them and that finally set them off and they angrily admitted that they were upset because they had feelings for you. Definitely avoided you for a few days after but eventually they ask if the two of you can sit down to properly talk about it and they may confess again.

— Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto

Ok so technically, they asked if you’d be their date to an event before they actually confessed to you. They had planned on confessing sooner but when they heard about the event, they saw it as the perfect opportunity and wanted to use it. Oh wait, did i say they asked you to be their date? My bad. They accidentally forgot to ask you to come as their date and made it sound like you two were only attending as friends. They were worried of overstepping any of your boundaries the entire time and you took notice on how off they seemed during the night. They do, however, confess whenever they take you home and even apologize for not asking sooner (or confirming that they wanted this to be a date in the first place)

— Riddle Roseheart, Lilia Vanrouge, Floyd Leech

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#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle roseheart x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #epel felmier x reader #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #silver x reader #—something to write home about

[vxiphoid]

⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆ {002.}

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! theres definitely some favoritism in here… ft. savanaclaw

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LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

your dish is…

COFFEE CAKE !!

♫ APHRODITE - RINI

- you’ve served leona this once bc he was having a bad day and now he demands to make it again with him present. him? oh no, he’s not helping. he’ll watch you. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ - leona has no cooking experience whatsoever, never touched a pot or pan in his life but you insist he helps you just a little bit for your aesthetics. he’s staring, hard, in confusion when you hand him a whisk and tell him to combine the eggs, oil, vanilla, and milk together. after a few seconds of staring at each other, you had to stifle a laugh, he looked so awkward…

- you would stand between him and the counter, guiding his hands to mix the ingredients. he was strangely enjoying this, it was domestic, romantic. mushy. but you looked so happy and your eyes sparkled with joy :(<3. also refuses to put the cake in the oven if you don’t agree to at least lay down with him while he naps. you can do whatever you want to do as long as you’re laying down. will never get over the first time you gave him coffee cake and he was weirdly energetic, was it the amount of sugar? you’ll never know.

- the one time he decides to send a letter home is to talk about the absolutely free cooking lessons he’s getting from a little herb’ he managed to rub off on. not that you’re dating him or anything, your just a lil’ herb that gives him kisses. sleeping in the same bed? banish the thought. actually, he’s made an extra coffee cake every time he makes them with you, extra sugar. when you ask, leona claims its nothing, simply made too much batter. he’s actually giving them to cheka, saying that its from you, no hesitation in giving his s/o credit in their amazing cooking.

- once leona improves in making his favorite dessert with you, his tail has a little content sway as he whisks everything together. will never let you mix anything now, he takes it before you can even try. the kitchen is always trashed while you both cook because it somehow turns into a war. both of you covered head to toe in flour and brown sugar. he’s definitely gotten more confident and languid in his cooking skills in such a short time period, you’re so proud :’)

“herbivore, you forgot the vanilla.”

“did you memorize the recipe, leo?”

“no. don’t forget the salt ‘nd i already set out the half cup of milk for you.”

JACK HOWL

your dish is…

BROWNED BUTTER PEAR CRISP !!

♫ BLOSSOM - T. SHAN

- jack has, many times, had to cook for his energetic little siblings so he’s pretty experienced in the kitchen. once he saw you happily feeding his siblings and he almost fainted, baby fever was through the roof. now he frequently cooks with you, with his siblings around most of the time. that day he got to see you in such a different light he needed to see it again even if that means hearing childish ewie’s in the background when he kisses you. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - he was already head over heels when you started bring him sliced pears while he works out so why not try cooking with you and seeing how you do certain things compared to him. jack most likely takes inspiration from making this snack with you.

- literally loves how you would see if his siblings approve of the dish before actually giving it to him like he wasn’t gonna love it anyway.

- he’s such a gentleman in the kitchen, taking over when you get tired, making sure you don’t burn or injure yourself, down to cleaning your hands when you get oatmeal on them :(. sometimes he would have trouble on the measurements of certain ingredients so you have to help him with that. his favorite part is topping his plate with the ice cream, may not be very healthy but manne who cares? he’s spending time with you <3

“hey, baby? how much brown sugar do i add to this?”

“a cup, jackie”

“i knew that then, i just hesitated…”

RUGGIE BUCCHI

your dish is…

S’MORE DONUT SANDWICH !!

♫ THAT I MISS YOU - VANSIRE

- ruggie is completely obvious when it comes to cooking. watched his grandma cook, like, once. willingly lets you teach him though, long as you get to hold his hands, you must thoroughly help him. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ - genuinely surprised when you came up to him with a glorious plate of donuts. what are these for? free food? why? his birthday’s in april, its may🤨. you can literally see the cogs in his brain turning as his gaze flickers between you and the donuts. INSISTS you feed him a bite, and UGHH KISS THE CHEF. the most delicious thing he’s had in the past four months besides rlly good dandelion seeds, dare he say your donuts are slightly better than his gammy-gam’s😧😧.

- sly little bastard most definitely flirts with you n gets you all embarrassed so he can dip his finger in the bowl of the melted chocolate. he’s so patient though! you literally just stare at him focusing, does the little thing where his tongue sticks out from his mouth in concentration <3 the recipe doesnt call for whipped cream, but he loves whipped cream. please make little hearts on top of his donuts with whipped cream :(

- the type to absolutely become the most feral in the kitchen, energy, life, laughter, the fun never stops. he has the biggest potty mouth (twin) does not hold back. even when hes pouring the chocolate on the donut and the tiniest drop gets on the counter, its just “shit >:[“ he does stupid things and also learns new things from you everyday.

- this one time, you showed him that if you warm up a jumbo marshmallow, you could eat about three times more than the original size and he was like :O!! never eats marshmallows the same anymore. ruggie puts like four on a plate, they grow so big it sticks to the top of the microwave. still eats it though, tops it like it was a big gourmet meal, a win is a win‼️ fiwb!!!!😭😭

“no fuckin’ shot marshmallows grow in the microwave, they ain’t plants.”

“uh-huh! look at it!”

“HUUUH???”

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[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "it's high-school and it feels like i have a freaking harem."

otome high school au,

parts. one , two , three , remake

characters. jack, trey, ruggie, cater, kalim, azul, sebek, lilia, idia, ortho, rook, and ???.

cw. set in another universe, some things are canon to the original twst timeline but not all, gender neutral reader, pretend we are smart.

🏷 : @r-0-tt-3-n-m-1-lk @cupids-chamber @turningmad @twisted-stories @heizis @randomsimpformen @sunsethw4 @a-small-tyrant

note. help I actually forgot to include the shroud brothers 💀 added them last minute

✦ you — the new transfer student whose on a scholarship personally assigned by crowley himself. your presence alone strikes great curiosity to students. but when you're clearly surrounded by many guys full of different, colorful reputations they don't suppose they have a chance to become your freind. or another?

✦ azul ashengrotto — the guy who you see in jade's house whenever you're over (and the guy who just so happens to like you). he supposed the crush thing first was realized when you found an old picture of jade's class. he thought he'd gotten rid of all evidence but guess he was wrong. (he was included there therefore his.. old, shameful self was there.) before he could snatch it, or leave a couple of horrified tears you start laughing and comment on his 'cute little self' and how much you'd like to see more. azul stares at you through blurry eyes and his heart skips for a second. finally when you broke up with jade he'll try his absolute to ensure you experience true happiness. (hopefully with him)

✦ jack howl — a freshman who has great potential to land a regular spot on the team. contrary to your expectations with athletes, jack is much more nicer than anyone you've ever met, suprisingly humble as well. and yes, that's including leona. he's sometimes in your P.E class and he usually comes out on the top of it. in terms of academic he's pretty average so crewel just instructed you to tutor him, that concluded your introduction and now he's giving you tips and lessons to deal with P.E as a thanks for your teachings. (he still hasn't stopped when the period of your tutoring sees its deadline)

✦ trey clover — riddle's bestfreind and the guy whose family owns the bakery right across your house. their family makes the most mouth watering desserts, they're the best. you will never go back on that word even if your peace is often interrupted by the customers piling for a taste across the street. you're so lucky since whenever you just happen to bump to him on the path to school he just hands you a bag of pastries with a handsome smile. (it happened so often that he figured he'd give you some.) and gave you well crafted chocolates on valentines day that had you craving for more. (@honey-milk-depresso this one's for ya)

✦ ruggie bucchi — the boy that saved you from getting your teeth knocked out by leona, and the boy you spend a hefty of time engaging in mischief and unwinding. you can say you're pretty good freinds with ruggie, sometimes being an honor student has its boring moments so why not have fun and let loose with someone like ruggie? as long as you don't get caught it's all definitely alright. to your dismay your streak is promptly interrupted by a professor and now you're both in detention. he's still goofing around out of boredom and sends you a flying airplane made of paper. you unfold it it's contents were 'you're pretty(handsome) ;P' when you look up he's gone.

✦ cater diamond — the 'phone addict' who's always updated on the latest trends and gossip around social media. cater is one of the most strangest people you've met. you're actually addicted to your phone yourself so that makes you both buddies you guessed. he's always happy to text you about how his sisters were tormenting him again, even if you don't reply sometimes. you feel bad because the second you send something to him he's already seen it and typing up a response. you express your regret and all he says is that you could make it up to him by going on a date <3

✦ kalim al asim — a son of a sucessful merchant, that makes him super rich. he is jamil's worst nightmare. to jamil's absolute horror, if you've attracted this many guys you're bound to meet kalim eventually. you first meet the bright boy when he barges into jamil's house in the middle of a tutoring session and goes :0 -> :D when he sees you. (there's a face of regret and horror jamil displays when he sees kalim all over you, in a way he mistook the gesture as a personally interested kinda thing) he's asking questions about your name, what you like and you should think carefully before answering before he actually sends you your (favorite animal)

✦ sebek zigvolt — the boy who screamed about club activities when you were laying with silver. originally he wasn't really the best kind of boy to have around. he's... very loud, and honest. a trait you'd appreciate if he didn't lose all sense of logic when it came to malleus. you're suprised when you find out he personally knows him, and it seems like he is more when you do. tells you he will keep a close eye on you, and to not do anything horrible to "waka-sama" and proclaims you will be his enemy if you do. he already treats you like his, like a stupid disease so you're suprised once again when he displays degrees of concern when you get involved in a chemistry mishap.

✦ lilia vanrouge — a mysterious boy with a punky, rock vibe. you really like what he's done with his hair, strangely enough you can't see him being with a color other than pink. he's apart of the light music club with cater and a few other members and verbally professed his desire to bring you to prom, and he did after asking you with a song. you're well acquainted with him and you'd always thought he'd wanted to go to prom as friends but you doubt it when he asks you if you recall the time you went to prom as 'dates' fondly. he's quite suprised when you tell him you know malleus.

✦ idia shroud — your online best freind. other than epel you'd probably say his name if someone asked who your bestfreind (excluding epel) was. you haven't met him in real life, nor have you seen his face since you've known him for less than three months, you can confidently say he's quite close with you. anyhow. you met idia through an online game after he laughed at you for dying and ended up helping you in the end, which led to adding him as a freind. he helps you with challenges, domains, etc.. sometimes he even bought you using his currency when you told him it was your birthday. he only told you his real name after a month of being freinds. now you're curious to the mysterious third year in the school who strangely has the same first name as your online best freind.

✦ ortho shroud — the little brother of your online best freind. unlike idia, ortho wasn't really that afraid to show himself. if anything he completely contrasts his brother. idia was an introvert, ortho would be considered an extrovert and if there was anything you knew about ortho at all was that he completely adored idia. through begging, and to your dismay. idia managed to convince ortho to not show his face, but rather only his voice. so ortho is some kind of link used for both idia and you whenever he didn't want to talk using his real voice so he usually relayed his messages through ortho and to you. he is also the reason why idia now knows you're the new transfer student on a scholarship.

"finally."

✦ vil schoenheit (???) — a popular celebrity whom you finally encounter after being listed in a play as the lead role. you don't know how, when, or why you've been given the leading role out of all things when you barely know stuff about the theaters. safe to say you're confusedly complying at practices, I mean it's better than just rejecting right? to your absolute shock there's a kiss scene with the love interest of the leading role? who just so happens to be VIL SCHOENHEIT?? and he seems to know just about everything you do, he strikes easy conversations with you that you can't help but be tantalize by his ability. soon enough he'll make sure you're going to be his.

✦ rook hunt — the right hand man of vil, a hunter who knows his way with a string and an arrow. rook is definitely.. unique, is the first thing you think of when you meet the guy. he speaks french, which is an anomaly in itself, a welcome one of course. you'd even go as far as to say that it makes him more attractive. as the right hand of vil, rook is aware of every feeling the star has for you. it's inspiring, it shocks his nerves, it's.. addicting. rook will just about do anything to see that look in vil's eyes once more. how dark... how beautiful! he understands why vil is so interested in you but don't fret, he will take care of you~

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed ! #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst fluff #twst headcanons #jack howl #jack howl x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #ortho shroud x reader

[orangelemonsstuff]

SOOO THOUGHT!!! UH, FIRST YEARS AS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS???? I MEAN YES LETS GOO

Imagine child Ace and Deuce were the first one you met and they were fighting about something, could be Ace teasing Deuce then Deuce punched him and then they fight, you have to hold Deuce back because Ace was definitely losing, and since you have extra pennies to buy candies you treat them to ones but you'll only give it to them if they made up!

after few days of being friends you three come across a fiercy gray stray kitty, he scratched up Ace and Deuce so you call him Grim and you three begs (or steal) food from your home to feed it everyday

Jack comes next to your group, you met him through your elementary school and started hanging with him, Including Ace and Deuce, he does say you three are annoying but he never shoos you three and sometimes comes with you to feed the cats or just go play on the playground

another days come by, recess and you came across a cute girl... uhh climbing an apple tree? the three of you watched as she fell down and running up to her crying, apparently "she" was a boy and his name was Epel, he was trying to get the apple from the three because he forgot his lunch from his grandma and he is really hungry, in the end, all of you you shared some of your food from your lunches to him to prevent him from climbing up again.

next one is a meanie, his name was Sebek, he kept bullying you and following you around calling you "human" because he thinks he is smarter than you, your friends defended you from him (including the cat) which made him cry from guilt and run away from you all, you felt bad from making the crocodile boy cry so you follow him and you comfort him, then lead him to your friends to apologize.

AND JUST IMAGINE THIS!! (think like the main gang from omori)

All 5 of you walking home together following the leader sorta stuff (of course the leader was you), sleepovers at everyone's house (Sebek's room is filled with posters of what he calls "Amazing Malleus-Sama!!" which you assume is a cartoon character) and then going on Halloweens in your little costumes together!! you five would tell scary stories about each other idk sam the boogey man or something to scare each other and it mostly ends up with Ace scaring Deuce and then ends up paying for it, Jack , Epel, and Sebek would act tough like they're not scared but seconds later Ace would pop out behind their back and scaring them. PICNICS!! when someone fights at your group (usually Ace and Deuce) you are the one to settle them down with trinkets like candies or toys. when you all need to study for a test or do homework, Jack would teach you all but it ends up with all of you rough housing in the end, books and papers forgotten.

on weekends or summertimes where all of you are free, you play with them from morning to afternoon and when you get hungry, no worries!! Epel has a basket of apples to go! he always carry it with him whenever you all play outside, on the playground, the stony low water river, or catching bugs at the nearby outskirt forest. don't worry about even getting lost, Sebek's loud voice would always find your ears and all you need is follow it because he doesn't want to catch bugs since it's unbeing of a "soldier of Malleus" as he says. as Ace scare him with a beetle while running and screaming. afternoons when al of you need to go home, you all share sodas and ideas what to do next day tomorrow, and before some of the weekend or summertime ends all of you had a tradition to sleepover at one of you's houses.

OHHH HOW CUTE THAT IS ISN'T IT???? BUT THIS ALL MY HEAD GOT I LEAVE THE REST TO YOU GUYS, I JUST LOVE CHILDHOOD TROPE SO MUCH!! IT HAS ALOTS OF DYNAMIC AND ACTUAL TIME WHERE THE MC AND THEIR FRIENDS USUALLY BUILDS UP THEIR FRIENDSHIO OMG THATS ALL BYE!!!

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