Luxen

“How about some Razzmatazz?” Here’s some music with pizazz 🎉🎉 18 #1 Tim Drake Fanatic

[cloud-ette]

ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Where you fall asleep in the boys' bed for the first time since you have met them, and they were not expecting it.

(NOTE: you two are romantically involved already)

ACE TRAPPOLA

Giggles, not that anxious or flustered, but finds the thing cute. From the first moment he sees you sleeping peacefully hugged to his pillow, the boy can't keep his eyes off you, so he ends up stopping whatever he's doing to join you, in bed and in your dreams. He's not used to sleeping by your side, so in the middle of the night he starts moving in every direction, taking the most comical positions someone could think about, and still managing to not wake you - or himself - up.

In the morning, Ace opens his eyes as soon as he hears you turning in the bed, and greets you by cracking a joke, just to see you realizing what happened and blushing softly; and somehow, it ends in someone buried under the pillow. And late for classes.

DEUCE SPADE

He stares at you sleeping and snoring without a single thought in the world, sprawled on top of the blankets, and doesn't really know what to do.

You, in his bed. Well, that... that's something. And he wasn't ready for it. I mean... what is he supposed to do now? Wake you up? Leave you the whole bed and sleep on the floor?? Join you and try to find a position in the tiny space you left untouched??? Ask someone for advice????

First, Deuce moves you under the blankets, while thinking how to proceed, then tries to not panic: you have fallen asleep in his bed, nothing bad or dirty, so why... why is his heart beating so fast and it's silencing every other sound? And why does he feel the cheeks on fire, so much he could cook on them?

After a long moment of existential crisis, the boy sighs and chooses the most natural option for him, so he joins you in the bed and takes the free spot, careful to not wake you up, and tries to rest a bit.

He doesn't get a wink of sleep nor he moves a single muscle all night long, BUT, actually, he wouldn't change the situation for anything in the world.

And that idiotic smile on his face can tell.

CATER DIAMOND

"Aw, look at this cutie~"

Cater grins and chuckles, and in a matter of seconds there is a new photo of you together; this time, none but you will know about its existence, because Cater stores it in a private fold on his phone, where he keeps the best photos of you.

Next step, he takes some moments to decide if leaving you all the bed and take the couch, or if joining your side and holding your hand in the cold night, where terrors and dangers can come out to hunt innocent souls like yours, so someone has to protect you-

And guess what choice he picks?

He cannot resist your warmth for too long, so he comes closer and closer till his chin rests on top of your head and his fingers caress yours. A sweet smile crosses his face when you press yourself more against his chest or side, and he cannot help but hope this moment will last forever.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"Look at you... and I should be the sleepyhead here..."

Not bothered at all by the fact you are occupying his bed and he didn't give you the permission nor wasting a single moment more, Leona climbs on it, and or moves you to the side so he can bask in your own warmth and scent, and then drags you on top of him, or he buries the face into your lap and uses you as his pillow for the night.

Even if he keeps his eyes close, actually the prince takes his time before following your steps and falling asleep: he holds you gently, as if he were afraid you could slip away and vanish, strokes your back or arms, sinks the fingers in your hair and breathes your presence in. He doesn't need to sleep to dream, right now he's fine, finally satisfied and at peace. And of course, from now on, forget your room, this bed is your bed, and your nights won't be spent alone anymore.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

You barely register Ruggie's laugh in your sleep, a distant echo and call that makes you smile, but doesn't wake you up. A second later, your body senses the presence of someone you love and feel safe with next to you, and instinctively hugs it.

Ruggie doesn't think twice and curls up against your side or lap, holding your arm as if it were a plush and stroking his nose against it, breathing deeply in pure satisfaction.

In the morning, you are the first to wake up, and to see the boy still in the same position and with an expression of utter contentment and peace. This will be the first time he wakes up later than Leona, because Ruggie refuses to open his eyes and leave the sheets now imbued with your smell, it's a cruelty to drag him out of this nest.

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil notices you are going to fall asleep a long time before it actually happens, and does everything to make the entire environment more comfortable, from adjusting the pillows to making sure the room is not too hot or cold for you to rest well.

Then, he enjoys the show of you trying to stay awake because you really, really want to keep talking to him and spending some quality time, and chuckles when your body finally gives up to slumber, but your voice keeps calling him and complaining.

He doesn't leave you alone for too much; as soon as he completes his duties and he's free, Jamil joins you and wraps himself in the blankets with you, holding you against his chest and making you lean the head against his collarbones. Whether he falls asleep or not, whenever he does, his fingers still keep stroking your cheeks and nape, his gaze fixed on your peaceful face, on the soft fluttering of your eyelashes, on the slight trembling of the lips while you breathe. Inside himself, Jamil hopes you will honor him by spending more and more nights in his bed, but for now everything is perfect like this.

But when you are the one who invites him to sleep in your bed, from that night on? My, you are really spoiling him.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

"Oh, my gracious... I didn't expect such a vision."

Vil smiles with composed elegance and moves on his chair while staring at you mumbling in your sleep, on his bed, and covers his mouth, amused. None before dared this, not even the closest ones to him, and in other circumstances they would not be as peaceful and serene as you seem right now; but this is a different situation.

Vil already knows you are at ease and completely fine around him - you are in a relationship not for nothing -, but to fall asleep in his room with this nonchalance and keep sleeping so blissfully? You are really something else, special. And... he likes it. This innocence, this tenderness, everything is right now. As it should be.

So, even if he doesn't join you that soon, Vil feels a peculiar sense of pride seeing you wrapped in his blankets, the embodiment of cuteness.

"... Sweet dreams, precious Y/N. Tomorrow we will talk about this habit of yours to fall asleep in others' beds... but don't you worry, it won't be that unpleasant for you."

[calcifiedunderland]

Minajael doing your Henna!

There were always little tells that Minajael had a soft spot for you. Doing your henna/mehndi was one of them ✨

wc: 1k

✨Doing his own henna was a form of rebellion. Back at home, Minajael would have to sit still for hours while others did his henna for him because “a prince does not do his own designs!” Like many other things, it irked him that he couldn’t even have freedom over his own henna. Whenever he could, he’d sneak a few henna cones back with him to RSA. And if he had time, he’d doodle little designs on himself and occasionally his classmates. And now, you!

✨It all started when you were finally able to ditch Crowley’s chores and visit RSA. Ambling through the pristine white castle, the two of you chatted for hours. You’d be halfway through your rant when you’d gasp. “That’s gorgeous! Let me see!” Minajael waited patiently, letting you ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ at the intricate art. Your excitement was infectious. The sparkles in your eyes almost made the long hours of lecturing and sitting behind the palace walls worth it.

“Minajael, Its beautiful,” you breathed. All your complaints about your day (and Crowley’s nonsense) were long forgotten as you reached for Minajael’s hand. “You like it?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow with a smile. You were practically holding his hand, turning it around just to see the henna designs staining his golden skin. You hummed in agreement, “I’d like to have it done on me someday.” With a shrug, you let his hand go. You were startled when his hand interlaced in yours. The words left him faster than he realized, “I can do it for you, if you want.”

✨Bro has some of the prettiest henna/mehndi designs ever. You know he’s come back from visiting his home in the Scalding Sands solely because of his arms and hands, decorated with that good long-lasting dark stain henna.

✨He’ll admit, he didn’t always enjoy the duties that came with being a prince. But having his mehndi/henna designs done was something he did enjoy. Minajael’s skin would always have the most intricate, delicate designs - flowers with shade hatching, net-like patterns, and fingers tipped in dark brown stain.

✨Over the time you sit together on the bench, the soft scent of the henna paste wafts up to you. After talking, you decide on doing a design similar to his. That way, even after you’ve parted ways, you still have a bit of him with you, as cliche as it is. Minajael is certainly on board - He’s partial to jasmine flowers and looping swirls in his own designs. You’re no exception. And soon enough, your own hands are decorated with floral designs that compliment his.

✨he definitely hides his name in your design. It’s written in the language of the Scalding Sands, but you can tell it’s something. “Hey, that doesn’t match the pattern. What is that?” Minajael merely waves you off, “it’s nothing, now stay still. The lines will turn out crooked.”

✨Don’t be fooled, keep talking. Minajael literally snuck away from RSA’s group just to spend as much time with you as possible. Pretty soon, he’d have to pack up and go back to the Scalding Sands, and then it was back to entertaining the countless suitors and suitresses being thrown at him. But for now, he’d take some refuge in your company, with your hand in his as he tries to show a fraction of his feelings for you in the henna paste decorating your skin.

“Done,” he leaned back. You gasped in awe, lifting your hands up to admire them. “Minajael, its gorgeous!” The soft scent of the paste wafted in the summer air. Beyond your hands, he smiled. “Yeah,” he agreed, eyes still locked on your smile. Gorgeous, indeed.

You stretched, being careful not to smudge the henna paste. “Perhaps you should head back,” he said quietly. It was already late. The sun was already setting. Still, you were loathe to leave Minajael, and it seemed he was too.

“Yeah, just… maybe in a minute?” Gingerly, you rested your hands on the bench, “Just until it dries?” Minajael snorted, shaking his head. “Sure.” Nevermind that your henna was already as dry as could be, flaking off onto the ground beneath you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. It was only when you’d finally drifted off to sleep, Minajael finally got the courage to slip his hand into yours.

He brought your hand up, studying the design. Unfurling jasmine flowers blossomed up your arm, framing the intricate mandala on your palm. Loops and swirls twisted up your fingers, and on your palm was an open flower. Selfishly, Minajael found himself turning your hand over to see your palm.

It didn’t take him long to find it. Among the mini flower petals, hidden in the design, was his own name written in his original tongue. He brushed his thumb over it wistfully, leaning his head on yours.

It was selfish of Minajael to write his name on you, and he knew it. He, who loathed the idea of being married off, hiding a part of him in your henna design. It was normal for engaged couples to hide their names in the others’ henna designs, and maybe he’d just wanted to see what it would be like. Having your name in his, and his name in yours. He snorted softly. Maybe he wouldn’t be so defiant of the suitors and suitresses who paraded into his palace if one of them was you.

As Minajael stared at your hand, the thought dawned on him. He snorted with a half-smile. The irony of his name placement on your hand wasn’t lost on him.

Of course he’d written his name there. You had him in the palm of your hand, after all.

*slams the door open*

THIS IS MY OFFICIAL CONTRIBUTION TO THE RSA HYPE THANK YOU FOR READING!!

Can’t wait to write more when rsa gets fully revealed!! Until next time~

Xoxo Calci!! <3

dividers by @/cafekitsune.

[yuuchama]

Azul stays up late into the night, ensuring his contracts are ironclad and his finances are in order. Not a single sorcent unaccounted for. Orders for the lounge are in place, payroll is done, schoolwork for the next day is finished and ready to be turned in.

It's too risky to implement any new ideas without sleeping on them for a night or two. Thus, once his responsibilities are done, Azul checks that everything is locked up and returns to his room long after the rest of his dormitory.

You stir a little when he climbs into bed, vaguely conscious that he's there but too tired to do anything about it. Azul falls asleep soon after his head hits the pillow. Efficient as always. He is a respectable distance away, on his side of the bed with his hands to himself. That doesn't last long.

When the first dull rays of the morning sun filter through the sea and reach Azul's bedroom window, the housewarden is a mess. The belt on his robe is nowhere to be seen. His shirt collar is sloppy. He's wedged his head between your cheek and shoulder. A strand of pearly silver hair tickles your ear and when you tilt your face to avoid it, Azul squeezes your midsection in protest.

One arm is flung over your ribs, the other is curled under your waist. Your own arms are pinned in a rather uncomfortable position. His legs are so entangled in your own, with his knees hooked around your thighs, that it would take a puzzle master to separate the two of you. You can feel his slow breath on your neck.

"Azul," you murmur. "It's hard to breathe." All attempts to fill your lungs with a full breath are thwarted with a tight hug.

There's a minute of silence. Azul lazily turns his head. He can barely see, partially because his glasses are on the nightstand and partially because a mop of hair is obscuring his eyes. His vision is unfocused and he's still half asleep when he squints at you, pupils still adjusting to the light.

"Loosen up," you tell him. It's a common early morning request.

With a little "aah," Azul releases the pressure on your torso. His hands slide across your stomach until they find purchase around your arm. He's acting on instinct more than anything. He would never opt to nudge his nose into the base of your neck and entwine his slender fingers around yours if he was fully awake.

Still, it's not a bad deal at all. Azul gets a full night of restful sleep next to one of his favorite people, ensuring he can work at full power the next day. You get to enjoy his fancy thousand thread count sheets and the innocent way he looks when he's not scheming.

[yuuchama]

It's real cute when Ace and Deuce come to hang out at Ramshackle and you all fall asleep in a big pile. Cards are strewn across the floor. Their hair tickles your neck as they gradually settle against your shoulders. They fight to stay awake, but it's late on a school night and you're really warm.

The whole gang is lulled to sleep amid the rustling of tree branches just outside the window and old creaking floorboards echoing through the dorm. Deuce mumbles something unintelligible, and Ace snores in response. You're too tired to tell whether a sleeping Grim is batting you in the stomach or if someone's hand is unconsciously curling around your waist.

It's real cute, until the next morning when you wake up and discover Ace and Deuce's eye makeup rubbed off on your arms and stained your sleeves.

[misteria247]

Thinking about him, your head on his shoulder and you hugging his arm. Surrounded by his warmth and scent, and he gently places his head onto top of your head. His nose slightly nuzzling your hair, soaking in your presence and your shampoo you use. Both of you lost in the moment, a place that only holds the two of you.

[cursedcola]

May i request cater, kalim, floyd and ace with reader who accidentally confesses to them and gets embarrassed and runs away, avoiding the boys? In headcanon format please!! (♡~^-^)

A/N: But of course! This is a very cute idea :) I hope you don't mind if I tweak the idea just a bit. You see, I recently had surgery to have my wisdom teeth removed. They gave me laughing gas before putting me to sleep, and it was the most wild ride. Sooo... 'what if the prefect confesses while on laughing gas, and remembers about it. Then they avoid the boys hehe'. You like? I hope so because I am rolling with it. Have fun reading!

Note! This is getting two parts!

Setting the stage:

Having no friends or family in Twisted Wonderland can be stressful. There is no one to return to while on break, no one to call when you miss home, no one to laugh with over memories - and no one to rely on in case of an emergency.

Which just so happens to be your predicament. Getting your wisdom teeth removed is no joke, and you'll be vulnerable for hours after the procedure. The nurse can't tend to your every need and Grimm is positively hopeless. The only option left is to find someone you trust enough to help.

Oh all mighty seven, please do not let anything embarrassing occur. Especially since he has volunteered to be your caretaker.

Cater Diamond

"Volunteer," perhaps is a stretch in vocabulary when it comes to Cater. He had been caught gossiping during class, and as consequence was given community service hours for the week. Specifically in the nurses office, since he couldn't be trusted anywhere with possible distractions.

He was in the loop about your surgery prior to this though. You had been anxious about it for weeks, and he is your go-to for ranting. You would help him paint the roses, and he would talk your ear off. Normally he would have to pry information out of you, but last week you had been more than willing to spill the details

Cater had already planned to pay you a visit during recovery, but now? He's posed with an ultimatum: file deskwork for hours or watch over the prefect overnight.

He picked the sleepover, obviously. One night while you're a bit loopy and drowsy is nothing compared to boring desk work.

He's there before you're put to sleep, the nurse explaining that he'll be watching over you as the laughing gas calms your nerves.

"Dr. Cay-Cay is on the case! Don't worry prefect, I promise not to put any of your hilarious outbursts on magicam!"

He is greatly tempted to start recording when the gas begins to take effect. You're mid-rant about the correct pronunciation of caramel and he's laughing his ass off as the IV-drip slowly makes you drowsier.

Before falling asleep, you look at him with a droopy grin, "I love you so so much Cay-Cay, thank you for being here with me- you're the best-est"

He giggles lightly into his fist, patting your hand and exiting the room until the operation is over.

Cater takes the confession with a grain of salt, clutching one fist to his chest as he waits in the lounge area. The other holds his phone, which is toggling to random apps in an attempt to distract him. You couldn't have meant it. It was the gas talking - he knows it.

And yet? Hearing those words made his heart stutter. If only he recorded, then he could hear them over and over again. Maybe play them back for you and gauge if there was some hint of truth?

That would be too painful, he thinks, and waits for the nurse to call him in.

Time passes, and Cater is pushing you back to Ramshackle in a wheelchair. Events from earlier are still lingering in his mind, but you're so chipper that it makes for a good distraction. You likely won't remember any of this anyways, so he takes the chance to have some fun.

Now that you're stable, he takes plenty of selfies with you. Back at the dorm he sets you up for the night and leaves you to rest in the living area, while making himself at home and enjoying the empty dorm.

Y'know, a glass of fresh juice, floral scented bubble bath, music playing through his phone speakers, and rare silence that he does not get back at Heartslabyul.

When they wake up, all effects from the anesthesia will be gone, he reminds himself. You won't remember anything, and he'll get to tease you with all the goofy photos and secrets you spilled while loopy. All he has to do is forget, because it didn't mean anything.

He wishes it did

but for your sake, he won't say anything. No matter how much he wants to.

Kalim Al' Asim

Scared to stay alone in Ramshackle, you had asked him to house you in Scarabia on for the day of your surgery.

More specifically, you had asked Jamil. Although Kalim was present and made the decision on the vice-leader's behalf. He doesn't ponder on why you asked Jamil instead of himself. The answer was obvious, with Jamil being the best caretaker out there! He would know just how to care for someone healing from surgery.

Which is why Jamil is going to teach Kalim everything there is to know about caring for a sick person. Why? Because while you are under his dorm's care, he is going to do everything in his power to make sure you are comfortable. He had agreed to helping you, not Jamil, so Kalim is going to be there every step of the way.

This includes before your surgery. He has a room prepared for you, and lets you get settled in before taking you to your appointment. He holds your hand when you're seated in the operating chair, and continues to keep you distracted as the laughing gas is administered.

He's telling you about the most recent letter from his siblings when your hand tightens around his, and his attention is all yours. He delicately squeezes back, and notes that the nurse is putting in your IV on the other arm.

"Nothing to be scared of! It's just a quick pinch and you'll be all better," he grins, wrapping his other hand around the one he is already holding.

You let out an airy chuckle, "I'm not scared. I love you too much to be scared when you're here," and his eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Kalim asks you to repeat yourself, but the IV has taken full effect and the nurse is asking him to step out until the procedure is over.

He wants to protest, but Jamil (who was in the waiting room) appears and drags the star-struck boy out.

He can't hold it in, and quickly spills everything he heard to his best friend.

You returned his affections. Kalim was convinced and Jamil could only hang his head in resignation. Unless you said otherwise, Kalim was taking your confession seriously and nothing will stop him.

After your surgery, the medications are still in effect. Kalim can't wait another second, and as you're being wheeled out is asking you if you love him.

Each time you say 'yes', his heart twirls. Jamil insists that you might not remember anything, that you're not in your right mind, yet it flies by the love-sick dorm leader.

Back at Scarabia, Kalim has you resting in his room instead of the guest room. He wouldn't dare share a bed with you, but he wants to be the first person you see when the medications wear off and you wake up.

He sleeps on the floor next to his bed, and makes sure to wake up periodically to check on you. In the morning, he goes out to get fresh flowers, brew a pot of tea, and prepare soft snacks for when you wake up.

He wants to hear it again. Say you love him, and not just because he asked this time.

Floyd Leech

“You’ll be staying with us, right little shrimpy?….right?”

The Leech twins have been extremely overprotective of you ever since Azul’s change of heart. Not only do they owe you an unspoken debt for saving their childhood friend, but you’re actually pretty interesting. Life’s never boring when the prefect is involved - something that is common knowledge among the students of Night Raven College.

Floyd in particular seems to have a much stronger and obvious attachment compared to Jade. What’s more is that he doesn’t even try to hide it. If he finds you spending too much time with other students then he gets jealous, and drags you off without asking. Crowley loading you with work? If it cuts into his prefect time, then you’re not doing it. He’ll tell the headmaster off personally if it bugs you that much. What’s he going to do, expel him? Does he dad need to get involved?

He notices instantly that you are not in class one morning. Normally that wouldn’t be weird, but your loud pet is still attending despite your absence. Other students observe in fear as a dark aura begins to surround Floyd as he glares daggers at the doorway. Jade somehow tames him to hold off interrogations until lunch, but Grimm’s luck runs out quickly-

“Oi, cat! Why isn’t my little shrimpy with you?”

Grimm tries to act tough, saying that he isn’t your babysitter and doesn’t know or care.

Unfortunately, Floyd doesn’t feel like asking twice. All he has to do is growl a bit and Grimm’s spilling the details. You’re at a consultation and having surgery tomorrow? And you didn’t tell him?

He goes to the nurse’s office, arriving just as you’re stepping out. Let’s get one thing straight - you will be staying with him tomorrow. Not in a guest room but in his dorm and where he can watch you

Why? Because he said so. You don’t need a better reason <3 Now let him squeeze you, its the least you can do after “worrying” him

he was so bored in class without you to annoy

The next day comes, and Floyd is at your front door first thing in the morning. He did not bother telling you his plans, and you instead found hum leaning against the front fence while waiting for you to come out

He teases you on the way. Nothing too serious, but enough to make your nerves act up. Floyd finds it funny how your hands tremble as the nurse guides you into the operating area. They tried to kick him out, noticing that he was the source of your distress

Did not work lol. Nice try though

He watches from the doorway as the laughing gas is administered, suddenly silent as he glares down the surgeon administering your IV. Your delirious ramblings aren’t ignored, it’s just that Floyd has no reason to play nice if you can’t focus on him anymore

Aka. You are now vulnerable and Floyd is in protective mode.

You gasp and for a moment he thinks the surgeon hurt you. Floyd’s half way off the wall when he hears it

“Floyd? Is dat you?” and he’s chill. Two big strides and he’s leaning over your head with a shark-tooth grin.

“Oh mY sEvEn iT iS i’m not hallucinating your handsomeness, right? Doctor this stuff doesn’t make you hallucinate, right?”

Oh so you think he’s handsome?

“G o o d. Listen I know that soon my mouth is going to be all bloody, but I love you so you’ll have to deal with my kisses anyways, okay?”

Oh, so you love him?

Floyd laughs loudly, planting a large kiss on your cheek as you drift off into sleep. The surgeon takes his moment of euphoria to nudge him out and he doesn’t fight back. Instead he shoves both hands into his pockets and moves to wait outside of the door.

Now that he knows you love him, all he has to do is wait and see if you remember. If you do? Cute. Prepare to be smothered. If you don’t? Watch out. He’s been itching to have some fun

Ace Trappola

After everything you have done for this twat, he better take care of you after your surgery

Ace was one of the first to find out something was wrong. The way you would clutch your mouth in pain occasionally, overkill brushing your teeth (putting Trey to shame), and constantly check in the mirror after meals? Definitely not subtle in the slightest.

Ace is also the one to make you see the nurse. He passes it off as being annoyed at your habits, but Ace is actually concerned for your health. You’re always busy looking after everyone else, so someone has to look out for you, y’know? Not that he would ever admit it.

He even offers to go with you for the consultation, but you owe him lunch. Ace is very snarky about giving up his time until he hears your name and surgery in the same sentence

He is the one who is actually scared on your behalf. Not because of the surgery, but more-so about your response to it. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that you aren’t from twisted wonderland, but for Ace it is something he thinks about every day

You’re his best friend. What if the procedures they use in TWST aren’t normal for your body? What if they hurt you?

He pushes this down, eyeing you from his peripheral vision to gauge your reaction. Good thing he did because you look like a nervous wreak

“H-hey. It’s not so bad, y’know? Everyone gets it done at some point and you’ll even get a few days off from school,” he tries to comfort you, placing a stiff hand on your shoulder and walking you home.

He doesn’t offer to stay with you. He wants to but thinks that someone more responsible like Riddle would be a better fit.

Ace can’t resist when you ask him though. He sighs casually and shrugs as if to say, “it can’t be helped,” but on the inside is panicking. He can barely take care of himself, let alone another person?

On the day of the surgery you are much more calm than he expects. He jokes around, saying things like “it’s because i’m here,” and “you can’t do nothin’ without me huh?” all while expecting you to fight back. Ace is confused when you shrug him off yet don’t deny it

“Just say if anything hurts, alright? They know what they’re doing but don’t keep anything to yourself,” he feels the panic rising again when you’re given the laughing gas and IV drip. He gently holds onto your knee, standing next to the bed as you begin to passionately rant about the hell the students and staff at NRC put you through

Panic disappears quickly, believe it. The poor surgeon is now baring witness to an all out verbal brawl between their half-conscious patient and a hotheaded idiot

“OH SHUT. UP. I wouldn’t be stuck with with half the shit I am if I wasn’t in love with you! Be f*cking grateful and let me sleep!”

…….

O_O

He is out. Ace doesn’t even wait until you are fully asleep to leave. The moment those words leave your lips he is out the door and sitting in the waiting room and whipping out his phone

Man’s sweaty ass hands can’t hit dial quick enough

“Trey please help me, what do I do-“

[heartsiebyul]

Hi!!! I hope this doesnt cross your boundaries,,, may i request jamil and kalim (separate) x reader who struggles with self harm? Thank you so much if you do it, i really love your work <3 i hope you’re having a good day!

Twisted Wonderland

— Scarabia: Jamil : Kalim x reader. tw: mentioned of self harm (scars).

Jamil Viper

Jamil’s observant nature means he notices everything, even the things you try hardest to hide. He doesn’t push, but the moment he sees the faint scars on your wrist when your sleeve rides up, his gaze lingers. Not with judgment — but with quiet concern. That evening, he invites you to help him cook under the guise of “needing an extra hand.” It’s just the two of you, the soft sizzle of a pan, and his low voice as he finally says,

“You don’t have to pretend you’re okay all the time. I’m not asking you to explain… just let me stay by your side.”

He's not the overly expressive type, but he shows his care through consistent, comforting actions. He’ll start braiding little protective charms into your hair if you let him — he says it’s for luck, but you suspect it’s more than that. He offers you grounding techniques when he notices your breathing change, subtly guiding your focus back to the present. If you’re ever overwhelmed, he’ll pull you into a quiet corner, press your hand against his heartbeat, and whisper:

“You’re still here. You’re not alone. I’ll stay with you through every shadow.”

Jamil doesn't pity you. He respects your strength, even when you can't see it — and he’ll hold that strength for you until you can feel it again yourself.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim’s joy is loud, but his love is quiet when it matters most. He might not immediately recognize the signs, but the moment he does — he’s all in. The day he catches a glimpse of your bandages while you're changing for PE, he goes pale, heart sinking. But instead of confronting you in public, he waits until you’re alone, and simply hugs you tightly, his voice trembling just a little,

“You don’t have to hurt to be heard, sunshine. I see you — and I love you.”

He gently asks what you need, not what you’ve done. If you tell him you don’t want to talk, he respects it — but still sits by your side, humming softly or offering his shoulder to lean on. From that day on, you find colorful bracelets on your wrist every morning — soft fabric ones, lovingly knotted, a quiet promise,

“If you need something to hold onto, hold onto this. And if it breaks… I’ll make you a hundred more.”

Kalim surrounds you with light and warmth, but never pressure. He doesn’t try to "fix" you — he simply loves you through it. On harder days, he’ll take you flying on his magic carpet, the wind in your hair and the sky endless above you, reminding you that your story isn’t over — not even close.

To anyone who can relate to this, If you're ever feeling overwhelmed, please know that you are not alone. There are people who care deeply about your safety, your well-being, and your healing. You deserve love, support, and kindness — just like the version of you in these stories 💛

[heartsiebyul]

hii!! I really love your writingg!!><

can i request deuce and ace (separate) having a HUGEEE crush on gn!reader? 😓🙏

Deuce and Ace when they’re harboring a huge, painfully obvious crush on you.

— Heartslabyul : Deuce : Ace x reader!

Deuce Spade

Deuce doesn’t just have a crush on you. He’s in it, completely smitten, like his heart’s been hijacked and he's still trying to act like nothing’s happening. It’s the kind of crush where his whole demeanor changes when you’re around — soft, attentive, and so awkwardly endearing it hurts.

His hands fidget, his voice stammers, and he tries so hard to be chill... but he fails every time. When you talk to him, he goes stiff like a soldier, then blurts out something like, “Your eyes— I mean! Uh! Did you need help with your notes!?”

Carrying your things? Yes. Walking you to class? Absolutely. Punching a guy for talking to you too familiarly? Only if you asked. He frames everything like it’s “just being nice,” but the way he beams when you say thank you is proof enough.

If you're even slightly in danger or uncomfortable, he’s instantly in front of you. “Are you okay?” he asks, clearly ready to throw hands in your honor. That delinquent side still peeks out — especially if someone flirts with you.

Talk about you constantly. To his mom. To Ace. To literally anyone who will listen. “They were laughing at something today, and I couldn’t stop smiling, it was like... like the sun came out.”

His day is made when you say his name. Bonus points if you say it fondly. He’s absolutely down bad. If you ruffle his hair? He’s walking into walls for the rest of the day.

Daydreams constantly. About confessing. About holding your hand. About being worthy of you. He’s convinced he’s gotta “get stronger” first — emotionally, magically, whatever it takes.

🩵 Crush Level: 100/10. Deuce has a full-blown, heart-thumping, “I’d jump in front of a spell for you” kind of love.

Ace Trappola

Ace is a mess when he’s crushing — like really crushing. His whole personality does a backflip. He still acts cocky and snarky, but he gets flustered at the dumbest things, and he’s not slick about it at all.

He’ll tease you like, “Don’t get too obsessed with me, okay?” but the second you flirt back? He short-circuits. “Wha— I didn’t mean it like that!” Cue the blushing, eye-rolling, and him storming off with a red face.

He's a Jealous baby. If he sees someone else being too friendly with you, suddenly he’s all, “Wow, didn’t know you liked boring guys,” while internally screaming.

Surprise softness. When no one’s around, he lets it slip — asking how your day really was, gently fixing your hair, offering you the last piece of candy he was definitely saving for himself.

His brain just. Shuts. Down. If you compliment him or touch him — like a brush of the hand or pat on the back — he plays it off, but later he's lying in bed, staring at the ceiling like: “They touched me. On purpose. I’m never washing this hoodie again.”

Denial, denial, denial. If someone says “You like them, huh?” he’s like “WHAT? Pfft, nah, as if. I just think they’re—... nice to have around, I guess. And funny. And— SHUT UP!”

Picks fights to get your attention. Nothing serious, but he’ll compete with you over everything: quiz scores, eating spicy food, card games. It’s not about winning — it’s about you looking at him.

♥️ Crush Level: Exploding. Ace is deep in his feelings but too stubborn to admit it until it bursts out of him one day in the most chaotic confession ever.

[jd-loves-fiction]

HEYYYY i saw your requests for twst were open !!

could it be possible to get either headcanons or oneshots of ace, deuce, grim + any other characters you'd like to add (pls feel free to add as many extra characters youd like!!!!), (all romantic/platonic except grim) with a fem!yuu!reader who's health begins to deteriorate as a result of overblots + being in a magical world she's not supposed to be in? i guess it would be angst w/ comfort if i had to specify...

take care and rest well <3

🌑 I don't know if I've written for Ace, deuce or grim before but if I have, it was a while ago so sorry if this is ooc. Also I could've written this for sooo many characters so I chose a few but let me know if you want more ;)

❖ 𝐀𝐜𝐞 ❖

This guy is not afraid to speak his mind and is extremely loyal to those within his circle

So you bet he's going to notice your worsening condition almost immediately and point it out no matter the time or place

Brushing it off as nothing will only work once, because the moment he realizes that you're only getting worse, he's not letting it go until you stop denying it and let him help you

(How, you ask? Well, he didn't think that far💀)

If you're as stubborn as he is, this attitude of his might generate a few arguments, to put it lightly

You're gonna be butting heads until he, most likely, loses his temper and yells out something about needing to keep you safe👀

What you do with this information is on you ;)

❖ 𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 ❖

Now Deuce is not so different from Ace, that's why they're good friends, but there're some key differences in their approach

It's very possible that he just somehow knew your health was deteriorating, without consciously knowing, y'know?

And given that he's trying to mend his delinquent ways, he'll probably try to breach the subject gently, at least at first

It comes off a bit clumsy because of his general lack of tact but he's trying ok😭

He also knows what it's like for people to just assume things about you, good or bad, so if you deny it he's just going to "gather clues" by asking Grim and others you've interacted with

Once his suspicions are confirmed, he'll sternly tell you he knows what's going on that, though he doesn't know how to fix it, he'll help you try if you just trust him

His immense earnestness more than makes up for his clumsy approach, in the end, and he's loyal and protective to a fault - you've gotten yourself a human guard dog 😭

❖ 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 ❖

Oh poor sweet Grim

He's terribly worried but is terrible at showing it😭

Keeps sneaking glances at you (he thinks he's subtle, he's really not) as your conditions visibly worsens to make sure you don't "suddenly become unable to feed him" or some other flimsy excuse

Truthfully, he's both worried and guilty, even though it's not really his fault, but he's somehow convinced himself it is

Not gonna tell you, obviously, but will silently worry about you, trying to make your life easier bit by bit when he can

If something drastic happens, like you collapsing or something like that, he's crying 100% and definately denying it immediatly after

Running all over the campus to get you help

Honestly willing to give up his quest in order to get you home just that you won't be hurting anymore :(

He does care, deeply, but his pride is too great for him to admit it until you're basically at death's door💀

❖ 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 ❖

Ok now the actual angst

His overblot happens pretty close to the start, so the effects it has on you aren't too obvious yet

But nothing escapes Leona's notice, especially when it comes to you after the overblot, since it somehow brought you closer to each other

That being said, you're still just a weak herbivore and he's a prideful lion, so at first he's just gonna shrug it off as if it's nothing

I think after some time, he might be able to sense what the magic is doing to your body, but only faintly. And as you grow closer he begins to observe you more seriously, also prodding you just a little for information on your condition

The moment he's figured it out, he's discreetely looking for a cure or a solution, anything, growing more desperate the worse you get

If you do something like collapse in his arms he might turn half the school to sand in worry and guilt - because this definately doesn't help the subtle guilt he's been carrying for dragging you into his mess and possibly causing this

So trust that, no matter how much he feels for you or how badly he wants to keep you close, your health is paramount so he's getting you back home asap!

❖ 𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 ❖

OCTOPUS BABY :(

(If Leona feels guilty, this guy's actively in hell)

After the overblot incident he's in your debt and doing everything he can to stay on your good side, even though he really doesn't need to because you're nice?? To him?? Without getting anything in return????

So once he finally relaxes around after realizing the kind of person you actually are, he'll start seeing the signs

At first, he thinks it's something he can easily help with, equivalent to a common cold but magical or something. So he uses his knowledge of potions to try and help in order to not be in your debt anymore (no matter how nice you are, he doesn't like people having leverage over him)

But when he sees that his near perfect potion basically did nothing, that's when he starts getting seriously worried, which surprises him and even the tweels

Azul? Caring for someone with nothing to gain? Downright strange behaviour that

The worse you get the more frantic he becomes - calling in every favor he can, reading through every book in that damn library and even getting the tweels to help

He would never forgive himself if he somehow caused this and was then unable to fix it, no, he will find a way.... he has to :(

[silly-goomi]

Hello, if im not mistaken, ur reqs are open, and from the tags I guess u write for Twst, right? If not, feel free to ignore this request

Can I ask for headcanons of Malleus, Leech twins and Idia with s/o (preferably female) who isolate herself whenever overwhelmed, like, if she's sad or angry from smth, she goes to whatever room or place available like bathroom, small storage room, her bedroom..etc and hides there and hides there until she feels better

Have a nice day, remember to rest and take care of urself

Wowie, my first request! Thanks for the honor, Goober. I’m going to roll up my sleeves and give this my best shot! Note: If life feels a bit much today, don't sweat it. I'm rooting for you, and I hope this helps brighten things up! ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

Malleus Draconia 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ꒱

Malleus treats your hiding spot with the same quiet gravity he would a forgotten, ancient glade, appearing as a silent, flickering shadow rather than an uninvited intruder. If he finds you tucked away in a remote corner of the botanical gardens or a small, darkened room to escape the noise of the day, he won’t startle you with a greeting or demand your attention; instead, he’ll simply conjure a small, floating orb of pale green light—just bright enough to keep the cold shadows away, but dim enough to keep the prying eyes of the world out. He’ll settle himself on the floor against the door, his long frame draped as if he has all the centuries in the world to wait, and begin to hum a low, archaic lullaby—a melody Lilia once used to quiet his own restless mind when the world felt too large for him.

The soft, rhythmic vibration of his voice through the wood acts as a steady pulse, grounding the space and making the air feel thick with a rare, ancient peace. When you finally emerge, your eyes tired and your shoulders still tense from the weight of the day, he doesn't ask for an explanation or expect a polite smile; he just reaches out, his cool fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with a touch that is surprisingly light. "There is no need to apologize for seeking the silence, Child of Man," he says, his voice a low, comforting thrum that seems to push back the lingering exhaustion of the day. "Even the most radiant stars must eventually yield to the velvet of the night. Do not rush your heart. I shall remain here as your moonlight until you feel the strength to shine once more."

Idia Shroud 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━ ꒱

When Idia realizes you’ve retreated to your room to hide from the "overwhelming NPCs" of the day, his usual panicked stutter and high-pitched frantic energy vanish, replaced by a calm, "Gamer Mode" focus that he usually reserves for high-stakes raids. He won’t force a conversation or knock, understanding better than anyone that a player with a glitched social battery doesn't need more dialogue prompts; instead, you’ll just hear the faint, mechanical whir of his gear as a tray is placed outside your door containing your favorite snack and a pair of Ignihyde-spec, noise-canceling headphones he’s specially tuned to play 8-bit lofi beats. A single text soon follows from his private account: "Social battery at 0%? Relatable. I’m just sitting outside grinding for rare mats on my handheld, so don't feel like you have to 'trigger an event' or come out to check on me. My stamina bar is full, so I'm not moving until your status effects are cleared. Take your time to respawn, okay?" Knowing he’s literally just there, leaning against the wall and waiting for you, makes the room feel a thousand times safer, the blue glow of his hair visible under the door frame like a soft, steady light against the rest of the world.

Jade Leech 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ꒱

Jade’s brand of care is quiet and calculated, possessing a bit of that mountain-air chill that somehow feels more grounding than a warm hug. He knows that when the "noise" of the surface world gets to be too much, even a simple greeting feels like a demand, so he bypasses the social tax entirely with a silent, curated gesture. You won't hear a knock; instead, you’ll just see a perfectly pressed mountain flower or a particularly "interesting" specimen of a leaf slide under the door—a small, wordless "hello" from the outside that doesn't require the effort of a response. If he catches the faint sound of you crying, his usual inscrutable mask softens into something genuine, his habitual "fufufu" chuckle replaced by a steady, comfortable silence as he settles against the doorframe. He’ll just sit there on the floor, a calm and immovable anchor in the hallway, letting his presence do the talking so you don't have to. When you eventually open the door, he’s right there waiting with a silver tray and a gentle smile "I’ve just finished steeping a fresh pot of that bitter terrarium-blend tea you mentioned liking," he says with a soft, gentle smile on his face. "It's quite peaceful there now, and I’d be honored if you’d allow me to keep you company in the silence."

Floyd Leech 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ꒱

Floyd is surprisingly intuitive when it comes to physical comfort. He doesn't need you to explain why you’ve hit a wall, he just feels the shift in the air like a change in the current. If he finds you curled up in a corner trying to disappear from the world, he doesn't make a scene or bring that jagged, loud energy he usually has. Instead, he simply cuddles you, his long limbs folding with a rare, liquid grace as he occupies the space without crowding it. He’ll wrap his arms around you in a loose, heavy embrace—more like a warm, weighted blanket than a cage—and rest his chin right on top of your head, his colorful hair tickling your nose. To distract you, he might flick his fingers to send a few shimmering, magical bubbles drifting past your face, or he’ll start rambling in a low, sleepy murmur about something totally nonsensical, like a "super weird" bird he saw or how funny Azul looks when stressed out. "Shrimpy is all squished up and warm... it's okay, you don't gotta do anything. If you’re gonna stay in this tiny spot, then I’m staying too. It’s real nice and quiet when it’s just us." He’ll stay there as a literal human shield, his massive frame blocking out the rest of the world until the pressure in your chest finally lightens enough for you to breathe again.

I hope this is exactly what you were looking for, Goober! Let me know if I hit the mark. ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

[himasgod]

Some twisted wonderland character comforts us when we broke down because we want to go back to our home ( separated) but it was no way back home

( if so can you make one with Jamil? )

ACE AND DEUCE AND JAMIL X READER

Where they comfort you when you miss home

How would the boys act when they find you crying because you know there's probably no way home?

The stars in Twisted Wonderland weren’t the same.

They were too blue. Too distant. Too still.

Back home, you remembered lying on your roof during summer nights, watching airplanes blink past, hearing distant traffic and dogs barking in backyards.

Here… all you could hear was wind. A different wind. One that felt like it didn’t belong to your lungs, like it didn’t know you.

You were used to pretending, smiling like things were okay. You had magic to study, housewarden rules to follow, ghosts to wrangle. But tonight… it cracked.

You sat on the crumbling steps of Ramshackle, hoodie sleeves pulled over your fists, knees drawn up to your chest. The sky blurred above you because of the tears you’d been holding back for months, now spilling down with no resistance.

You missed everything.

The feel of your own bed. Your mom’s voice. The dumb jingles from your favorite shows. The smell of your old laundry detergent. Even the mundane fights with classmates.

There was no way home.

Crowley said it over and over, he was trying to find it.

But now it felt real. You were trapped.

Like the story had been closed, and you were the only character left behind in the wrong book.

You didn’t notice when someone walked up the path to Ramshackle.

You didn’t hear the footsteps on the gravel.

“…Yo,” came a voice—too casual for the quiet night. “Did you forget what time it is? You’re gonna catch a cold out here like that.”

You blinked hard and looked up.

Ace stood a few steps away, jacket slung over one shoulder, a paper bag in his other hand.

Behind him was Deuce, fidgeting with something behind his back, expression hesitant but worried.

“…We brought you dinner. Er… late dinner,” Deuce said softly. “You weren’t in the cafeteria today.”

You tried to wipe your face quickly, but it was obvious.

“…Oh. I—I wasn’t really hungry,” you whispered, your voice cracking halfway through.

Ace dropped his bag next to you and sighed, crouching down to your level. He didn’t immediately say anything, just stared at your blotchy teary face

“Okay. Out with it. You’re too crap at hiding stuff.”

Deuce sat on the other side, carefully putting down a warm container of food next to you. It smelled like miso soup—maybe something Sam sold them.

You shook your head. “It’s dumb. I’m just… being stupid. Sorry.”

“Don't do that,” Deuce said, his tone suddenly firmer.

“You don’t have to say sorry. Not to us.”

Ace leaned his elbows on his knees, lips twitching.

“You seriously think we haven’t noticed you spacing out lately? Every time someone says something about ‘home’ or ‘parents’ you get that far-off look like someone hit you with a sad spell.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Kinda,” Ace said.

“But we didn’t wanna push. Thought maybe you’d talk when you were ready.”

You swallowed hard.

“I just… I want to go back. To where I belong. I don’t want to stay here forever. I want to be home, and there's no mirror, no spell, no nothing that can fix that. Crowley keeps pretending he’s looking but we all know he’s not really doing anything. It feels like I’m slowly being erased from my own world…”

Your throat clenched as your voice wavered.

“And I’m scared I’ll forget what my mom’s laugh sounds like.”

That was when the silence fell heavy.

Deuce looked down, fists clenched. He finally said, quietly.

“I’d be scared too.”

Ace was still. His normal sarcasm was gone.

“…That sucks,” he muttered, honest for once. “That really, really sucks.”

You let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding.

Without a word, Ace scooted closer and dropped his head against your shoulder.

“I’m not gonna tell you everything’s gonna be okay, ‘cause that’d be a load of bull. But…”

He reached over and flicked your forehead—light, just enough to be annoying.

“If you cry without telling us, I’m gonna be mad. Seriously.”

“Same,” Deuce added, resting his head in your other shoulder, more gently.

“You’re not alone, okay? You’ve got us.”

You looked between them, sniffing.

“Why… why do you two care so much?”

“Because we’re friends, dummy,” Ace said immediately, almost insulted.

“You’re our weird, stubborn, always-in-danger-because-you-have-zero-self-preservation-and-you-need-to-help-every-fucking-body friend. What kind of guys would we be if we didn’t have your back?”

Deuce smiled a little.

“And because you’ve helped us a lot too. You were there when we messed up. It’s our turn now.”

You covered your eyes with your sleeves again.

“…Thanks. Both of you.”

They didn’t push more.

Ace leaned back, arms crossed behind his head, and started complaining about how cold the steps were and how he should have brought a chair.

Deuce stayed beside you, occasionally handing you tissues from his uniform pocket.

At some point, you ate the soup.

It wasn’t your mom’s cooking, but it was warm, and it tasted like comfort.

And when you finally stood up, heart heavy but a little less cracked, Ace grinned and nudged your shoulder.

“Still stuck here with us losers, huh? Guess that means we better keep you around.”

Deuce laughed.

“And maybe… someday, there’ll be a way back. But until then… we’ll make this place feel a little more like home.”

And for the first time in a long while, you believed them.

You weren't supposed to be here.

The lounge of Scarabia in night wasn't exactly forbidden, but it was hardly a place students went after hours.

It was quiet. Isolated. Uncomfortable, even, with the cold stone beneath you and the wind tugging at your sleeves. But maybe that discomfort was comforting in its own way. Tangible. Something you could feel while everything else felt so...

Detached.

The sky above was foreign—unfamiliar stars scattered in constellations you didn't recognize, a moon that looked the same but felt completely different.

You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, pulling your knees to your chest, and stared into the distance.

"I want to go home," you murmured. The words felt like a betrayal.

Saying them out loud made them heavier.

You hadn’t heard the voice behind you.

"Then why are you here, instead of asking Crowley for the thousandth time to send you back?"

The voice was dry, even. Unmistakable.

You turned slowly. Jamil, arms crossed. His gaze was sharp as always, but there was no mockery in his expression.

Only... observation. Careful, measured.

"I didn't think anyone would notice I was gone," you said, managing a weak smile. "Let alone come looking."

Jamil stepped into. He didn't respond right away. Instead, he glanced up at the sky.

"Grim noticed. You left your bag behind, and he was tearing apart the hallway like you'd disappeared into thin air."

You huffed a bitter laugh. "Well, that would be on-brand for this world, wouldn't it?"

He didn’t laugh.

He just moved to stand beside you, the silence stretching long. The wind tugged at his braids.

"You want to go home," he said again, quieter this time.

You didn't answer.

"You're not the first person who wanted to leave this place," he continued. "And you won't be the last."

"You sound like you know what it feels like," you said.

Jamil sat down beside you, back straight even as he lowered himself. He rested his arms loosely on his knees, his fingers laced together. Always in control. Always composed.

"I used to think I could escape too. That one day, I'd walk away from Scarabia. From Kalim. From... all of it."

You glanced sideways. "What stopped you?"

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"Reality."

That one word hit harder than anything else had.

He continued, gaze fixed on the sky.

"No one ever asked me if I wanted to serve the Al-Asim family. No one ever asked me what I wanted. They just assumed. And when you're trained your whole life to be useful, your desires become irrelevant."

His words should have sounded bitter. But they didn’t. They were too matter-of-fact for that.

"And now?" you asked.

"Now? I play the part. Because if I don’t, someone else will write the ending for me."

Your throat tightened.

"I'm sorry."

Jamil looked at you finally, and for a moment, his eyes softened.

"You don’t need to be. You’re not the reason things are the way they are."

The silence returned. But this time, it was gentler. Less suffocating.

"I miss them," you whispered.

"My family. My friends. I miss the smell of my house. The taste of my grandma's food. I miss sunsets I recognize. I miss waking up and knowing where I am."

Jamil didn’t interrupt. He didn’t offer empty reassurances. He let you speak.

"And sometimes I feel like... if I let myself forget even one thing, it means I'm giving up. That I'm letting this place win."

Your voice cracked.

"I forgot the password on my old phone. I forgot the tune my sister always sang when she came home from school. I briefly forgot my dog's birthday."

"I'm tired, Jamil. I'm so tired."

He didn’t reach for you. That wasn’t his way

He leaned a little closer. Close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. Just barely.

"Then rest. Just for tonight."

You looked at him, eyes stinging. "I don’t know how."

His expression didn’t change. But he said, softly:

"Then let me keep watch while you figure it out."

A lump formed in your throat. You turned your head away, but not before he saw it.

"You don’t have to be strong every second of every day," he continued. "I know what it’s like to keep everything inside until it eats you alive. I won’t let that happen to you."

He said it like a promise. Quiet. Fierce.

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve and leaned into him a little more. He didn’t move away.

"We’re both trapped, aren’t we?"

"Maybe," he murmured. "But under the same sky. Under the same stars."

You sat there together, under constellations neither of you recognized, listening to the wind.

And when your head gradually rested against his shoulder, and his warmth settled around you like a shield, you felt him shift just enough to let it happen.

He didn’t speak again, but you felt the faintest brush of his fingers as they hovered near yours doing constellation figures—hesitating, uncertain.

And then, softly, he intertwined them with yours.

The night didn't feel quite so cold.

[himasgod]

Hii!! How r u?? I hope you r doing well!

So i want to request Ace, Deuce, Trey, and Jade with reader who tends to hide behind/cling to them when they get scared?

Thank you in advance❤

ACE, DEUCE, TREY AND JADE X READER

Where you hide behind their back when you're scared

During a spooky movie night at Ramshackle, the second a shadow moved across the hallway, you instinctively grabbed Trey’s sleeve and hid between his back and the sofa.

He glanced down with a soft chuckle, feeling your fingers curl into his jacket.

“Aw, c’mere,” he said, pausing the movie with the remote. “You really don’t do well with this horror stuff, huh?”

You peeked over his shoulder, wide eyed.

“Okay, okay,” he murmured setting the remote aside and shifting so you could settle beside him. He didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around you and pull you close. “I’ll be your shield. Just tap me three times if something really freaky shows up on the screen, and I’ll block your view.”

You buried your face into his shoulder at the next sound effect, and Trey just smiled—fingers soothingly brushing your arm.

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed about this. I think it’s… kinda sweet, honestly.”

He turned his head slightly, “You hiding behind me like that— I like that.”

And even if teasing slightly, he's definitely making you a fresh batch of cookies to calm your nerves.

The haunted house idea on your vacations had been Ace’s, obviously.

You’d barely made it past the second animatronic when something shrieked from the shadows and your survival instincts kicked in: you ducked behind Deuce, clutching his arm with both hands.

Deuce jolted—his delinquent reflexes almost ready to punch whatever made the sound—until he realized it was just you.

“Oh—uh, are you okay?!” his voice cracked, and he angled himself between you and the creepy corridor.

You gave a small nod clinging to his jacket.

Deuce flushed. His heart was racing from both adrenaline and your hands gripped him like he was your lifeline.

“It’s okay,” he said, quickly“Don’t worry—I’ll protect you!”

Then he squared his shoulders, even though his legs were definitely shaking too. Still he guided you forward keeping one hand protectively around your shoulders.

Every time you flinched or grabbed his sleeve tighter, he’d mumble, “I’ve got you, I promise,”—even if he jumped out of his shoes every time a skeleton lunged from a corner.

By the time you made it out he was blushing hard, but proud.

“I didn’t let anything get you, right?” he asked sheepishly.

The thunder clapped a little too close for comfort, and your fingers instinctively reached out, gripping the hem of Ace’s jacket before you shuffled behind him like a frightened kitten.

Ace blinked, pausing his step as he turned his head, feeling your forehead nearly press into his back.

“…You good back there?” he asked, a grin tugging at his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little storm?”

You didn’t say anything—just tightened your grip on his sleeve, and his smirk faltered.

He turned halfway, catching the trembling of your fingers. That’s when he dropped the bravado.

“…Okay, okay, jeez. You’re seriously clinging, huh?”

Despite the words, Ace didn’t move away. He instead adjusted his stride so you could stay tucked just behind him.

“You know, youre like a scaredy cat” he muttered.

He glanced over his shoulder to see you still half-hiding behind him.

“…Cute idiot,” he mumbled, squeezing your hand the next time thunder rumbled.

You should have known not to follow Jade into the botanical during fog hours.

Something hissed from the underbrush.

You practically launched yourself behind Jade, clinging to his uniform as if your life depended on it.

Very slowly he turned his head toward you with an amused hum.

“Oh my…” His voice was smooth “Are you frightened?”

You gave a weak nod, gripping tighter when the hiss echoed again. He chuckled.

“I must admit, I didn’t anticipate such an adorable reaction,” he said adjusting his stance so you could stay tucked behind him. “Don’t worry. None of these specimens will hurt you… while I’m here.”

He seemed deeply entertained, letting you cling to him while he continued to calmly lead the way through the fog, glancing back every now and then to observe your reactions.

“If it helps ease your mind, you may continue to hide behind me as much as you’d like. I quite enjoy being the one you turn to in fear.”

Was he teasing you? Maybe. Was he pleased? Absolutely. He’d tease you about it for days—but in his way, Jade would go out of his way to ensure you were protected. He wouldn’t let anything touch you.

Except maybe a puffball shroom. Just for fun.

[fiendlus]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

you text the lads men after you've been injured

tags: pre relationship, fluff, slight angst, caleb being caleb

୨♡୧ xavier

୨♡୧ rafayel

୨♡୧ zayne

୨♡୧ sylus

୨♡୧ caleb

[ausantana]

Me nowing damn well that I've spent over 3 hours reading "x reader" fanfics on Tumblr when I should really have been studying for tomorrow's comprehensive math test

[magicdatefurniturefuckglasses]

It was early in the afternoon when you entered the Breaker Box. The boys weren’t even down from their loft, but you needed them now, so you scrambled up the steps, hesitating at the top. They were still in bed, limbs intertwined and tangled with the sheets. Eddie’s breaths were slow and loud, eyes still shut. Volt was awake, watching the way Eddie’s eyes moved as he dreamed, but he turned to you when you approached.

“Live wire,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Of course, he’d know something was wrong, he knew you and every microexpression you made. Still, you startled slightly, gasping in air that shocked your lungs. You couldn’t speak, only letting out a soft whine as tears sprung to your eyes.

“Oh, darling,” Volt said, sitting up and opening his arms to you. You hesitated, glancing at Eddie’s sleeping form, but ultimately gave in, rushing into Volt’s embrace. You buried your face in his chest, clinging onto him for dear life as the tears started to fall. He held you tight, stroking your back as you cried.

Eddie groaned softly, eyes cracking open to squint at you.

“Spark?” he asked, voice still rough from sleep. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, squeezing Volt tighter as you sobbed. Eddie met Volt’s own concerned eyes and they had a brief, silent conversation before Eddie sighed and moved to wrap his arms around you. You sobbed again, turning to clutch at his arm. Eddie pressed a kiss to your head.

“It’s alright, love,” Volt said. “We’ve got you.”

“We’ve got you.”

[queer-xreaders]

(Ficmas Advent 2025) Imagine Chance Surprising You on Christmas Eve:

Notes/CW: Nothin', just Chance and reader bein' cute.

A/N: Do you like my choice of gif? Am I funny?

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You sighed as you trudged home in the snow, trying to be extra careful due to the glass in at least one of the grocery bags you were hauling with you.

This holiday season was quickly turning into a bust. The worst snowstorm of the year kept you stagnated in your hometown— and almost in your home entirely, if it weren’t for your trusty shovel and the fact you were still expected to work. Speaking of, you were expected to work through the holiday season, except for Christmas Eve, which ruined any other at-home plans you had come up with. Then the one plan not ruined by you, hanging out with your partner on Christmas Eve, was destroyed by him. Well, his work. The games store making Chance work an all-day shift on Christmas Eve. Fucking devastating.

You slipped your way up the stairs to the front door of your tiny, cold, lonely apartment, almost dropping all of your groceries in the fight to get your front door unlocked. And then into the darkness you went. Or so you thought.

Tiny apartment? Yes. There was nothing that could be changed about that. 

Cold? Very much the opposite. You stepped into a heated apartment lit with the flickering amber light of your portable heater that was built to look like a small fireplace. And lonely? Most surprisingly not. There, lying posed on your couch in a costume that could only be described as a suave but medieval-inclined Santa, with a mimic-themed gift box sitting on his lap and a gloved hand holding a sprig of mistletoe just overhead, was your boyfriend Chance. Chance, who was supposed to be at work until quite late tonight. Chance, who was here instead, in your home, grinning an adoringly goofy grin as his eyes found your in the dim lighting.

“Welcome ho-ho-home!”

Once again, you almost collateral-damaged your groceries in the scramble to get your boots and jacket off, until you remembered you were in fact capable of putting them down. Your hands stayed hovering nearby the collection until you were sure things wouldn’t be falling over and rolling around, then you whipped back around to where Chance was still eagerly waiting. A loud, wordless exclamation escaped you as you ran over, tackling him and peppering him with kisses.

"Agh— Careful, the gift!" Chance winced a bit at the sudden full force of a whole human body landing on him. It was quickly replaced by a laugh as he squirmed around to accommodate you, your storm of smooches, and rescue the gift from between squashed between your bodies. When the present was safe on the coffee table to the side, he settled into your affections and even managed to catch and return a couple of your kisses. "Merry—mmph—Christmas!"

Falling into a soft laugh, you finally relented your kiss attack in favor of leaning into your partner's warmth, which he welcomed by wrapping you into a warm hug. You nuzzled your face deep into the crook of his neck, and thus the soft white fur collar of his festive jacket, and mumbled, "How long have you been here? What are you doing here? I thought you were working late!"

"Eh," Chance replied into your shoulder, "shut down early. I'll put in some extra hours on New Year's or something if I need to. As for here, 'bout an hour ago. I thought you got off at six. In this position? Like a half hour. My left arm is almost entirely asleep."

"Oh no!" You dragged out the phrase as you reached over to massage the mentioned arm, which was in fact subtly quaking after being held aloft in the same position for so long. "Sorry about that. I did get off at six, but my car's snowed in and it's hell outside, so it took me a bit."

Chance chuckled and kissed your temple, followed by a trail of others down the side of your face. "Glad you made it home safe either way. Oh, I also don't work tomorrow. Maybe we can do something?"

The most dismayed pout you've ever felt came over you as you looked at him with big eyes. "No, but I do."

Your boyfriend's eyebrows furrowed in vague concern at your distraught expression, but he smiled sweetly and planted another kiss on you, this time to the tip of your nose. "Yeah, but it's only a half-day or something, right? We can still do something fun."

The pout remained but you gave him an appreciative hum as you leaned down to peck his half-asleep forearm. Then you kissed his lips and sat back to look back at the mess you left over by the front door. "Well, we can talk about it later. Let me put groceries away and get cleaned up and then we can hang out? I brought sparkling cider~"

You moved to get up and Chance quickly followed, suddenly flustered. He maneuvered passed you and started snatching up the groceries. When he turned back to you watching him with raised eyebrows, his cheeks tinted a rosy pink. "Why don't you go ahead and get cleaned up and I'll take care of these. I've, uh, got a surprise set up in the kitchen."

Curiosity immediately piqued, you craned your neck to see if you could catch a glimpse of anything interesting in the kitchen. All you saw were some garlands and maybe a wine glass on your kitchen table before Chance was moving to block the doorway with narrowed eyes and a mischievous smirk. In a tone that was usually reserved for warning unruly players during TTRPGs—meaning, you; you thoroughly enjoyed getting under his skin while he was dungeon mastering, even if it did often come back to bite you in the ass later—he commanded, "No peeking! Get goin', you."

You gave him another little pout before breaking into a smirk and heading for your room. "Fine, be back in a minute. Nice outfit, by the way!"

It really was a nice outfit, warm and cozy to snuggle against. A long, dark red velvet jacket with white fluff decorating the collar, bottom hem, and wrist cuffs over dark pants and a thick knit sweater. Shiny, heavy duty black boots and sleek black gloves to match. Elements of medieval fantasy came in the details of the jacket's fabric and boots, accessories attached to the belt and lapels and basically wherever else a bit of extra pizzazz could be added. It was definitely more of a closet cosplay than an actual costume—each piece could be separated and worn more practically, outside of maybe the very Santa-reminescent jacket—but it matched the festive theme while keeping Chance's own D&D-related interests perfectly.

Chance preened at the compliment. "Thanks! The kids helped me out."

The games store Chance was a manager at was a small, locally-run place that specialized in board and card games. It also allowed people a place to host their own game nights there in the evenings, and Chance often volunteered to DM one shots for a group of frequently-returning young players.

You let out a little Aww before disappearing into your room.

Getting cleaned up didn't take too much effort. Warm from the heater and cuddling Chance, you didn't feel the need to shower away the winter chill like you had walking home, so you just opted for throwing off your work clothes. You'd have to toss them in the laundry at some point but they remained discarded on your bedroom floor for now as you threw on comfortable pants and a cozy Christmas-slash-D&D-themed sweater that said Naughty or Dice in gaudy cursive on the front— a gift from Chance earlier this month, one half of a matching pair. Then you slipped into some slippers that looked like yeti, but arguably also dragon, feet and strolled back out to meet with your partner again.

Chance was in the kitchen doorway again, leaning smoothly to block you from sneaking inside. He exchanged the groceries for the gift he had left by the couch earlier, which he held out to you with a grin as you approached.

You took it, quirking a brow. "You want me to just open it right here?"

Chance rapidly nodded, grin widening. "Yup. You'll see why."

So you did.

The mimic-box served as a bit of a puzzle, requiring you to grab a key pressed into a compartment on the bottom to unlock the box. The toothy lid popped open, revealing a mimic tongue pull-tab that was hiding whatever the gift was behind it. You pulled the tab and watched the detailed card stock covering pull away to reveal an ancient-looking scroll wrapped with a delicate red ribbon bow. Without any hesitation, you snagged the scroll, toss the ribbon aside, and unfurled it.

There was a message inside, written in beautiful cursive: You are hereby invited to parley with the Head Mayor of the town Nicety and founder of Claus Corporation, Saint Nicholas Claus. As Head Mayor of the village of Naught, your people have frequently been at odds with those of Nicety and, thus, the Claus Corporation. In recent weeks, however, our people face a bigger threat. Children are going missing from Nicety and Naught alike, their parents' memories of them vanishing entirely. A monster roams the outskirts of our villages, keeping us trapped inside while any outside help has quickly abandoned us. If you are as concerned with the state of our people as I am, and I pray that you are, please join me at the Claus Corporation posthaste to discuss further action. Signed, St. Nicholas of Claus Corp.

By the signature was a Claus Corp symbol stamped in red ink. At the very bottom of the letter was a polished, handmade card for a homebrewed item, a Christmas-red Bag of Tricks, that you carefully peeled away.

When you giddily looked back at Chance, he had moved out of the kitchen doorway, instead standing just inside the kitchen in a charming bow. He looked up at you with that same mischievous expression from earlier and, in a character voice that you could only assume was Saint Nick himself, he said, "Shall we begin?"

[lesbianjunimo]

If it's alright I'd like to request a drabble/headcanon of Eddie and Volt with a partner who is afraid of the dark due to the fact they have an overactive imagination.

Your works are always a great read, thank you for writing.

happy new year, anon! i hope you enjoy these headcanons 🫶

It takes a while for the boys to learn about your fear. Once the breaker is reset, there aren’t any power outages, and therefore no more sudden darkness. 

That is…until one night when it happens. Eddie is in the back fiddling with something. Volt has you sitting on his lap while you tell him about your day. Mid-sentence, the bar goes black. 

Your whole body tenses up. You can already hear footsteps in the dark, see shadows moving, morphing, at the edge of Volt’s dim glow. You can vaguely hear the sound of your boyfriend’s concerned voice, but you can’t make out any words over the blood rushing in your ears. You bury your face in his neck, not wanting to let your mind conjure anything more. Familiar hands pull you in closer, rub at your back.

Five minutes. The lights are only out for five minutes. But it feels much longer to you. And, indeed, to Volt, who spends those five minutes fretting over you so much he’s worried he’s going to start stress flickering. 

The lights come back on unceremoniously. Eddie walks into the room soon after, gets partway through saying “Sorry, should’ve warned you. I was trying someth-” before he sees the way you’re trembling in Volt’s arms and rushes over. 

Soon, Volt’s arms are wrapped around your waist while Eddie’s hands are holding your face, and they’re both fussing. A lot. It’s only when you let out a weak laugh that they ease off. (Only a little; Eddie lets go of your face but instead rests a hand on your leg.)

So you tell them. It’s silly, really, but you’ve always had an overactive imagination (maybe that’s why the mere idea of the Dateviators didn’t make you think you'd gone insane?), and the dark tends to amplify it in the worst way. 

Both of them assure you that there is no such thing as a silly fear, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. Volt boasts that he’ll never let the dark come near you, tugging you close for effect. Eddie squeezes your thigh gently and says you can rely on him, on them.

Bonus: Later on, after you’ve left the Breaker Box for the night, it suddenly hits Eddie and Volt that you’ve braved your fear for them before. When the power went out and you had to reset the breaker to save them…it was pitch black. You must have been so scared. They think back to how your hands trembled and your voice shook as you followed Eddie’s instructions. At the time, it came across more as concern for them rather than fear of the dark. But realizing it was both? It only makes them admire you more. <3