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[floryd]

Can I request you draw jade kissing trey’s palm in front of the mostro lounge

not his palm, but close enough...

[geblek888]

History lesson 🪶📜

[nekonaps0]

Where do babies come from? Pt2

✦part1

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Kalim, Rook, Lilia

✦“Then where do babies come from?”

Trey Clover

The kitchen smelled like vanilla, warm butter, and fresh strawberries, the usual peaceful Saturday afternoon baking session. Trey had his sleeves rolled up, apron dusted with flour. His son sat on a tall stool nearby, little legs swinging back and forth as he watched his father work. But the boy’s mind was clearly elsewhere. He kept glancing toward the doorway that led to the living room, where you were currently resting on the couch with a pillow behind your back.

Trey noticed the distraction and smiled softly, wiping his hands in a towel. “What’s on your mind, buddy? You’ve been quiet today.”

The little boy looked up at him with serious eyes. “Daddy, you have to stop feeding Mommy so many sweets.”

Trey raised an eyebrow, amused. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because her belly is getting really huge!” the boy said matter of factly. “and she keeps saying her back hurts. If you keep giving her cake and tarts, she’s gonna get even bigger!”

Trey let out a warm, fond laugh that filled the kitchen. He set the bowl down and crouched slightly so he was closer to his son eye level. “That’s not because of the sweets, kiddo. Mommy’s belly is big because your little sister is growing in there.”

The boy’s eyes widened in pure horror. “Mommy ate my future sister?!”

Trey had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing too hard. He reached out and gently ruffled his son’s hair. “No, no. She didn’t eat her. That’s not how it works.”

The boy tilted his head, clearly confused but now intensely curious. “Then… how did the baby get in there?”

Trey froze for a second.

Ah. The Question.

He had known this day would come eventually. He thought for a long moment, trying to find an explanation that was gentle enough for a child, and wouldn’t get him in trouble with you later for oversharing. Finally, he smiled that calm, reliable dad smile and went with what he knew best.

“It’s kind of like baking.” Trey explained. “When two people love each other very much, like Mommy and I do, they put all their love together, along with some special ingredients. It makes a kind of dough. Then they carefully shape that dough with lots of care and warmth. And after a long time of ‘baking’… a baby comes out, all ready and perfect.”

The boy’s eyes sparkled with sudden understanding. “So… it’s like making a gingerbread man?”

Trey nodded, relieved. “Exactly like that. Except way more special. And instead of cookies, you get a little sister.”

The boy thought about it for a second, then grinned brightly. “Can we make gingerbread men right now? With buttons and everything? I want to make one for my baby sister!”

Trey chuckled and stood up, already reaching for the cookie cutters. “Sure thing. But we have to save some dough for Mommy too. She’s been craving sweets even more lately.”

As father and son started rolling out fresh gingerbread dough together, the dangerous question was successfully avoided. Trey made a mental note to thank the Seven that his son was still young enough to be distracted by baked goods.

Later that evening, when you walked into the kitchen and saw the tray of slightly lopsided gingerbread babies, you raised an eyebrow at Trey. “…Do I even want to know what conversation led to this?”

Trey just smiled innocently and kissed your cheek. “Let’s just say I handled the ‘where do babies come from’ talk with minimal damage.”

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie was in the middle of his least favorite chore …laundry… grumbling under his breath about how how is he supposed to fold a panties. He was sorting socks when his little girl walked into the room, clutching his car keys in both hands like they were precious treasure.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oi, what’re you planning with those, kiddo?”

She looked up at him with big, determined eyes and declared. “Daddy, you need to take me to the hospital right now.”

Ruggie’s ears shot straight up. His eyes blew wide in instant panic.

1. Something was wrong with his baby girl.

2. If anything was wrong with her, you were going to kill him, bring him back, and kill him again.

He dropped the laundry basket and crouched down immediately, hands gently checking her forehead, arms, and knees. “What’s wrong?! Does anything hurt? Did you fall? Are you sick? Talk to me, kid!”

His daughter shook her head, looking perfectly fine and a little confused by his reaction. “I’m okay, Daddy.”

Ruggie let out a huge sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. “Then why do you wanna go to the hospital so bad?”

She said it so casually it nearly knocked him over. “To buy me a little sister.”

Ruggie blinked once. Twice.

“…The hospital doesn’t sell kids, kiddo.”

His daughter puffed out her cheeks and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’re a big liar! I saw it! People walk in with nothing and come out carrying babies!”

Ruggie had to bite down hard on his lip to stop himself from laughing right in her face. His shoulders shook with the effort. This was too good. He tried to keep a straight face. “That’s… not quite how it works.”

She crossed her arms, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Then where do babies come from?”

Ruggie leaned back against the washing machine, grinning that signature sly hyena smile. He shrugged. “Sorry, kid. That kind of top secret information costs a lot. And your little piggy bank doesn’t have nearly enough saved up to buy it from me.”

His daughter stared at him for a long moment, clearly plotting. Ruggie thought he was so smart. He thought he’d bought himself some peace and quiet.

He was wrong.

A few hours later, you walked through the front door and immediately narrowed your eyes at Ruggie, who was now pretending to be very focused on washing the dishes.

“Why…” you asked slowly, “did our daughter just call Leona on the phone asking to borrow money so she could ‘buy information’ from her father?”

Ruggie froze mid fold. His ears flattened. “..She did what now?”

You crossed your arms. “You heard me.”

Ruggie ran a hand down his face, groaning. “That little sneak… I knew she was too smart for her own good.” Ruggie sighed dramatically and flopped against you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Can’t we just tell her the stork brings them? Or that they grow on trees?”

“You messed up, you solve it.”

He never going to live this one down.

Jade Leech

Jade walked hand in hand with his daughter after he picked her up from kindergarten. He’s listening attentively as she chattered away about her day. His usual polite smile was soft and genuine, these moments with her were some of his favorites.

“We went to the aquarium today, Papa!” she said excitedly, swinging his hand. “We saw big fishes and tiny fishes and, and baby seahorses! They were so small and funny looking!”

Jade nodded, eyes warm with amusement. “That sounds quite fascinating. Did you learn anything interesting about them?”

She nodded vigorously. “The teacher said the daddy seahorse carries the babies and gives birth to them! It looked really silly.”

Jade chuckled softly. “Nature has many curious ways of…”

The little girl suddenly stopped walking and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. “Papa… did you give birth to me? Just like the daddy seahorse?”

Jade froze mid step.

For once in his life, the ever composed Jade Leech was completely speechless. His eyes widened slightly as he stared down at his daughter. “…Could you repeat that, my dear?” he asked, voice still polite but just a touch strained, hoping he had simply misheard.

She repeated it cheerfully. “The teacher said boy seahorses give birth to the babies. And seahorses are fish, and you’re a fish too, Papa! So you must have given birth to me!”

Jade stood there in stunned silence for several long seconds. He had mentally prepared for many things as a father. The “where do babies come from” question had been on his list, neatly categorized with several age appropriate explanations ready. But this? Not even on the backup list.

He crouched down to her eye level, still maintaining his calm smile with impressive effort. “Humans and merfolk are not quite the same as fish, especially not seahorses.” he explained gently. “Our biology is rather different.”

His daughter tilted her head, blinking up at him with pure curiosity. “Why? Then how dose we do it?”

Jade opened his mouth… then closed it. For the first time in years, he found himself mentally unequipped. He could feel the beginning of a rare headache forming. Thankfully, salvation appeared just ahead.

“Ah!” Jade said smoothly, straightening up and pointing toward a colorful shop across the street. “Look at that. They have your favorite ice cream today. Would you like some?”

The distraction worked instantly. His daughter gasped in delight and the dangerous topic was (temporarily) forgotten as they went to get ice cream.

The next day, Azul came to visit, as he occasionally did. The two were chatting in the living room while your daughter played nearby. At one point, Azul mentioned with a small, proud smile

“Actually, my wife and I have been talking about having one more child.”

Before Jade could respond, his daughter looked up from her toys and said brightly. “So Uncle Azul is gonna give birth soon?”

The entire room went dead silent.

Azul’s teacup froze halfway to his mouth. His face went through several shades of color. Jade’s polite smile twitched dangerously at the corners.

“…I beg your pardon?” Azul asked weakly.

Jade cleared his throat, voice still perfectly polite but with a dangerous edge. “It seems my daughter has developed some… interesting theories after her aquarium trip.”

Your daughter nodded seriously. “Daddy seahorses give birth! And Uncle Azul is…”

Jade quickly stood up. “My dear, why don’t we go see if there’s more ice cream in the kitchen?” As he gently ushered his daughter out of the room, Jade glanced back at Azul with a serene yet terrifying smile.

“We will never speak of this again.”

Kalim Al Asim

It was one of those rare, perfectly peaceful afternoons in the Al-Asim household. No parties. No sudden guests. No emergencies. Just you and Kalim sitting on the mountain of colorful pillows scattered across the living room carpet, chatting about nothing important, how the new fountain in the garden looked, what the kids had drawn that morning, and how lucky you both felt to have such a lively family. Kalim eyes sparkled as he leaned in closer, a bright, affectionate smile on his face. He leaned closer playfully, already tilting his head to kiss you but before his lips could meet yours, a tiny boy burst into the room.

“NOOO!”

Your youngest son sprinted between the two of you and shoved Kalim chest with both little hands, pushing him back with surprising determination for a five year old. Then he immediately climbed into your lap and wrapped his arms tightly around your neck, glaring at his father. “Stay away from Mommy!”

You and Kalim both froze, staring at your son in shock.

“…Sweetie?” You gently patted his back, trying to understand. “What’s going on? Why did you do that?”

The little boy hugged you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder for a moment before turning to glare at Kalim again. “Daddy needs to stop!”

Kalim blinked, looking genuinely hurt and very confused. He had never once raised his voice or laid an angry hand on you. He couldn’t imagine what he’d done wrong.

“Me? What did I do, little treasure?” Kalim asked softly, tilting his head. “Did I make you upset?”

The boy pointed an accusing finger at his father. “You keep kissing Mommy! You have to stop! I don’t want more siblings!”

Both you and Kalim froze again. A long, heavy silence filled the room. You had to press your face into your son’s hair to hide how hard you were trying not to laugh. Kalim’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again.

“…Kissing?” he repeated, blinking rapidly. “Kissing doesn’t make babies, buddy. You don’t have to worry about that.”

The little boy looked at his father like he had just said the sky was green. His eyes started to glisten with frustrated tears. “But Uncle Jamil said kissing makes babies! And Uncle Jamil is really smart! He can’t be wrong!”

Kalim’s jaw dropped.

You finally lost the battle and let out a soft snort of laughter, quickly turning it into a comforting hum as you rocked your son gently. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Everything’s alright. You’re not getting any more siblings right now. Daddy and I promise.”

The little boy sniffled, but your reassurance seemed to calm him. He stayed glued to your lap for a long time, occasionally shooting protective glances whenever your husband moved too close. Kalim just sat there, still looking stunned.

For the rest of that week, your son appointed himself the official “Kissing Guard.”

Every time Kalim tried to lean in for even a quick peck on your cheek, a tiny body would appear out of nowhere, pushing between you two with dramatic flair. “No kissing! No more brothers and sisters!”

Kalim took it with his usual good humor at first, laughing and ruffling the boy’s hair, trying to negotiate “just one little kiss” but by day four he was dramatically pretending to cry about being “banned from loving his wife.”

You eventually had to sit your son down again and explain that babies don’t appear just because people kiss. He listened, but still remained suspicious of any affection between you and Kalim for a while.

Rook Hunt

Rook was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, preparing a beautiful lunch. Soft music played in the background as he chopped vegetables. His son walked in with an unusually serious expression on his small face, brows furrowed, lips pressed together, the very picture of a tiny dramatic boy.

Rook’s sharp eyes noticed immediately. He set down the wooden spoon and turned with a warm, attentive smile. “Why such a grave face? Come, tell your Papa what troubles you.”

The little boy stood straight, took a deep breath, and said with all the seriousness a five year old could. “Papa… I’m going to be a father.”

Rook had to use everything not to burst into delighted laughter right then and there. Instead, he crouched gracefully to his son’s eye level, tilting his head with fond curiosity. “Oh? And how did this wonderful event come to pass?”

The boy’s cheeks flushed bright red. He looked down at his shoes, mumbling shyly. “I… I kissed a girl on the cheek.”

Rook’s heart melted into a puddle of pure adoration. He let out a soft, warm chuckle and scooped his son up into his arms, spinning him once before hugging him close.

“Ah, how romantic! A kiss on the cheek is a truly beautiful and noble gesture. However!” he added gently, tapping his son’s nose. “I’m afraid such a sweet little kiss will not make babies.”

The boy blinked up at him, confused. “Why not?”

Rook smiled patiently. “It is a much more complicated and magical process, my son. You are still far too young for such things. When you are older, we can speak of it properly.”

The boy pouted a little, but his curiosity remained.

But Rook’s eyes still sparkled up with pride. “ Who is the lucky girl? Did you treat her like a princess? I certainly hope so! Tell me everything, my little hunter. What is her name? Did you bow properly when…”

The kitchen door opened.

You walked in holding your phone, one eyebrow raised. “Rook…” you said slowly. “why did Vil just called me asking why his daughter came home announcing that she’s going to have a baby… and that our son is the father?”

The room went silent.

Rook kept smiling, that perfect, dazzling smile, but his face slowly drained of all color until he looked almost ghostly pale.

For the first time in recorded history, Rook Hunt whispered

“…Fuck.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia was on the couch, peacefully flipping through a brand new cookbook, his eyes scanned the pages with interest when he heard the familiar tiny feet running. His daughter approached with sparkling eyes and a determined little bounce in her step.

Lilia immediately set the book aside, and scooped her up with a bright grin, settling her comfortably on his lap. “Well, well~ What brings my precious little batling to me with such shining eyes? Come, ask Papa anything!”

The little girl looked up at him seriously. “Papa… I have a question. It’s about babies.”

Lilia took a deep, theatrical breath and puffed out his chest with confidence. This was familiar territory. He had already survived this conversation once with Malleus and once with Silver. He was prepared. He would nail this one.

“Ask away, my dear! Papa knows everything!”

His daughter tilted her head. “Did I come from an egg?”

Lilia raised an elegant eyebrow. “An egg? Now why would you think that?”

“Because big brother Malleus said he came from an egg!”

Lilia’s smile faltered for half a second. He prayed internally that Malleus hadn’t gone into graphic detail about dragon hatching and mating rituals.

“Ah… I see. Well, no, my sweet. You did not come from an egg. Malleus is a dragon, so he hatched from one. But you, my darling girl, are different.”

His daughter nodded slowly, processing this new information. Then she looked up again with big, innocent eyes. “Did you find me in the woods?”

Lilia blinked. Twice. “…No?”

She pouted, crossing her little arms. “But big brother Silver told me you found him in the woods when he was a baby!”

Lilia let out a long, suffering sigh, rubbing his temple with one hand while still holding her with the other. “That… is a very different and rather complicated situation, my dear. I did not pick you up from the woods. You came here through the natural ways that babies usually arrive. If you’d like, I can explain it to you…”

Before he could continue, his daughter suddenly hopped off his lap. “Nope! That sounds boring!” she declared cheerfully. “I’m not interested anymore!”

And with that, she skipped away toward her toys, leaving Lilia sitting on the couch in stunned silence. He stared at the empty space where she had been, cookbook forgotten on the cushion beside him.

“…Boring?” he whispered, genuinely offended. “I was prepared to give her the whole speech!”Lilia slumped back dramatically. “Children these days have no appreciation for a well crafted explanation from an ancient fae…”

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[pursuitsofjade]

break-up prank with deuce, trey, and jamil!

synopsis: because of twisted tricks day, you're forced to play a prank on your unsuspecting boyfriend...when you ask him to break up, how does he react?

tags: pre-established rs, hurt/comfort, longer hc and scenario format!

author's note: kind of. a random set of characters but i do really like them all...more to come my sonions...more to come...

NRC, with all its mysterious traditions and holidays, had a particular event that was held once a year: Twisted Tricks Day. Legend has it that if you don’t play a prank on someone that day, something worse will happen to you and your loved ones the next year. Last time, you heard that someone had their senses messed up for a week, so they had to smell out of their bottom. 

You couldn’t bear that for a minute, much less seven days! Not to mention the fact you’d rope in your loved ones–specifically your lovely boyfriend, one of the few you considered as a loved one ever since coming to Twisted Wonderland. 

And so, that is what brings you here: 

Seated across your oh-so-loving, sweet, and handsome boyfriend, you put on your best poker face and fake tears for dramatic effect. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m breaking up with you.” 

deuce spade

HOW DOES HE REACT?

Before you even began dating, Deuce always thought he would never even score a date with someone like you! He thanks the Queen of Hearts everyday that by some miracle, he ended up being your type, winning you over with his pure heart and desire to be with you. 

Of course; your sweet, earnest and adorable Deuce takes it…very horribly, at the least. 

He’s tried his hardest to keep you happy – saving up his measly allowance to buy you gifts, gifting you horribly shaped pastries (with the help of trey) that taste as good as a brick (but you still ate them all with full joy in your eyes), and making an effort to be with you in the times you needed him, even when he wasn’t entirely sure how to comfort or soothe your worries in the moment. 

Hearing your words, he stares at you for a moment – maybe 5 minutes, trying to comprehend what you just told him. 

Soon enough, tears start welling up in his eyes and you almost end the prank then and there. He reacts in silence, but you can see his fists shaking  and his shoulders trembling. Mentally, he’s scrambling for the right words to say to make you stay. 

Before you could say anything, the poor guy gets up from his seat and does the unexpected. 

He kneels down before you. 

Hands laid on his kneeling lap, Deuce lowers his head before you – begging you to reconsider. 

With his tears threatening to spill out, he pleads, “Prefect, please, think about it some more. Whatever you’re not happy with, I swear on Ace I’ll do better! I’ll run 500 laps around the courtyard to prove my love for you!” I can’t live without you by my side. 

You kneel down to his position, and his eyes widen when you mirror his actions. Still, he doesn’t dare look up, not wanting to let you see him all teary-eyed. 

“Deuce, it’s not that, it’s…” It’s all a prank, for both of our sakes? “Can you lift your head up, I have to tell you something.” 

“Please, please, please! I’ve changed once, I can change again! Just tell me what I can do better! I…I love you too much, and I’m too selfish to let you go…!” He continues, not wanting to hear what you have to say next, thinking that you’ve made your mind up about the breakup. 

Shifting closer to him to caress his face, you lead his chin to look you in the eyes, seeing a few tears drying up on his cheeks. “My sweet boy, will you forgive me?” your shift to a sugary tone catches your boyfriend in surprise, but it only makes his heart ache more, knowing that this might be the last time he’ll get to hea–

“Today is Twisted Tricks Day.” 

You stay in that awkward position for a few seconds, merely staring at one another, until Deuce breaks the silence. 

“W-what? Twisted…tricks…” you visibly see his eyes light up, and the corners of his mouth lift into a bright grin, “TWISTED TRICKS DAY, PREFECT, HOW COULD I FORGET?” cupping your face in his hands, he’s now speaking to you at max Deuce-volume. 

“Wait, just to make sure, you aren’t breaking up with me? Is this just a prank?” Suddenly getting conscious of himself, he fears that he misunderstood your words and disregarded your feelings. Ah, your Deuce was too precious. 

Stifling a laugh, you choose to be completely honest with him now that your prank has been completed, “Yes, Deuce, it was all a joke…I did it for both of our sakes, but I really didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you!” 

At your words, he disappears and quickly runs around the courtyard, hopping and screaming, “THANK THE SEVENS FOR TWISTED TRICKS DAY,” hopping and screaming, he continues, “I THANK THE QUEEN OF HEARTS FOR THIS LIFE, I GET TO DATE THE PREFECT!!!!!” 

THE AFTERMATH?

He doesn’t hold anything against you the moment you explained you did the prank to save yourselves from smelling from your butts, but he becomes extra clingy and his thirst for your attention doubles that week. You accept it and indulge him, even.

Feeling bad for being the cause of his tears, however, you give him a bunch of coupons to spend until the end of the year, namely; 5 free kisses, 1 free deluxe massage, 1 premium karaoke serenade, 3 free bear hugs, and 1 opportunity ticket to take me on a blastcycle ride, and so on.

Safe to say, you won’t be doing this prank on him again next year! You’ll have to think of another way to escape the holidays’ pranks, lest you break your baby chick’s heart all over again. His tear stained face haunts you in your sleep sometimes, but you won’t let him know that.

trey clover

HOW DOES HE REACT?

When you ask to speak with such a solemn tone, Trey seems a bit offput–you never talk to him this seriously unless you’ve messed up badly on a test, or you plan on asking him to make you a particularly difficult dessert. You usually resort to buttering him up for the latter, though. 

You and Trey have been dating each other seriously…in fact, you’ve been going strong! Just the other day the two of you went into town to try different pastries, hand in hand and very much in love, grossing out the other customers by sweetly feeding each other your desserts. 

The scene right now..isn’t exactly what one would call sweet. After hearing the words, “Let’s break up,” Trey doesn’t exactly believe it at first. You knew this would happen, so you start listing off reasons why you shouldn’t be together. His expression grows darker and darker the longer you go on for. 

You’ve started to go down a rabbit hole of fake reasons you think why you and Trey shouldn’t date, but then they end up becoming half-truths, and then you start spitting out hidden insecurities you’ve had about your relationship. About yourself. 

Somewhere along the way, Trey forgets all about the fact you’re “breaking up” with him and immediately rushes to your side to fight all the negative words floating in the air.

“--that’s why I never thought we would even end up together, because we’re too different. I have no idea what you see in me Trey, and honestly, I feel like you’re dating me just because I seem pitif–” 

You aren’t able to finish your sentence. Unbeknownst to you, your voice starts cracking, and your lips quaver in uncertainty. Ah, I’ve gotten carried away.

Trey is by your side, cradling your face so affectionately you could melt into his touch. 

“Prefect, what’s gotten into you? I never knew you thought so hard about these kinds of things.” your boyfriend looked at you in the eyes–not with pity, but with devotion. Internally, he was disappointed that he never caught onto these feelings you had. 

“Whenever I see you, I swear I see roses enter my vision without my permission. My heart drums at the thought of meeting you, and right now, it breaks for you. To see you like this.”

“Tell me honey, how long have you been feeling this way?” 

He dips to kiss your tear-stained eyes, carefully tucking stray hair behind your ear. Then, he pulls you into his embrace, tracing soft circles along your back. 

“I’m sorry Trey, I didn’t mean for it to get this far…” you say, albeit still a bit shaken up from your emotions. It takes all your effort to muster up the courage to laugh, “I’m sure you know by now, but ta-da…! It’s a prank?”

Your boyfriend takes one good look at you before pressing kisses all over your face, carefully naming what he loves so much about you with each kiss. 

“Hm, Twisted Tricks, was it? I hope you know that’s not gonna stop me from loving your problems away, hon.” 

Giving him a genuine giggle, you nuzzle your head into his chest, whispering, “I know, even though I meant for it to be a joke to get past the curse…what I said was true, but it’s not going to stop me from loving you. I hope you know that.”

THE AFTERMATH?

This man makes it a point to give you extra love every day after your so-called prank. If you ask for help on an assignment, he’ll clear his schedule to tutor you. If you feel a craving for his cooking, he can tell by your actions and promptly gives you your favorite dish without you even asking. 

He starts to leave you small notes on all the gifts he offers you, and aside from the gifts, he becomes more affectionate, too. His new favorite thing is to peck the crown of your head every time you part ways.

For some reason, the prank just further strengthened your relationship? 

Instead of “breaking up” with Trey, you ended up falling even more in love with him–he was too sweet for his own good!

jamil viper

HOW DOES HE REACT?

Though his words were sometimes snarky, his actions betrayed his true feelings. He would complain about how often you showered him in kisses, but he’d let you do it anyway. Whenever you wanted to go somewhere, he’d look calm and collected outside; offering to plan the date. But in truth, he’d have a hard time sleeping the night before out of excitement. 

Never have you ever thought that you were lacking in Jamil’s love. You knew that he had his own subtle ways of showing it, and that even having a partner already means so much–he would never have gotten into a relationship if he wasn’t serious about you. 

However, hearing your words right now, he thought that he’d maybe failed at letting you know just how much he really cherished you. 

You catch him at a quiet moment, right when he’d just finished his hair care routine. He looked so comfortable and ready to cuddle with you on his bed, but before the day ended, you had to pull through with the prank or else…

“So, Jamil, I think that’s why we need to break up.” 

Your boyfriend’s heart drops. How long were you unhappy with this relationship? You had been acting awfully distant today, too…were you deliberating on telling him the whole day?

Before Jamil could fully go down spiraling, his eyes fell toward a calendar right behind you. On it was written, “Twisted Tricks Day.” 

Hmph. 

“Alright,” was all he could muster, now that he knew the tricks you had up your sleeve. 

On the other hand, you were fuming–wait no, heartbroken? Maybe both? How could he just say “Alright” and be okay with ending your relationship???

“I know that it’s difficult, but–wait, what? Did the sand get in your ears?” 

“Whatever it is you want, Prefect, I’ll make it happen. Even if you wish to be away from me…I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, though I wish it weren’t so.” He says his words so sincerely that you end up believing him. After all…the best lies are half-truths. Jamil would do anything for you, but he’d actually never let you go. 

He’d do anything to keep him from losing you. 

THE AFTERMATH?

Of course, you knew that Jamil would never give you up that easily–even if you did kinda believe him at first. 

But he intentionally kept drifting his eyes away from you and leading your attention to the calendar, letting you know that he knew you were pranking him. Safe to say, you aren’t suffering from the holiday’s tradition anytime soon. 

Still…you start sulking around him because it’s apparently HIS fault that HE agreed to the “breakup” YOU proposed…even if it was a joke from the start. 

“Jamil…you owe me a homecooked meal after this,” you look at him with the best puppy eyes you could muster.

“My love, when have I not cooked you any?” he defeatedly replies, secretly enjoying the fact you’re seeking out his affection. 

Guess the prank earned you some good food…only cuz you have an even better boyfriend ;)

[mrsdelulu-24-7]

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ Comfort Food ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

Twisted Wonderland x reader

CHARACTERS: Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucchi, Malleus Draconia summary: the boys start catching feelings, at least they think so... (yes those are their favorite foods)

Trey Clover

Arranging multiple teaparties in a week is no simple feat, especially when following all the queen's rules. He's been stuck in the Heartslabyul kitchen since the early Saturday morning seeped into his window, instructing his underclassmen on garden preparations, correcting them whenever they forget a rule or two, making sure Riddle doesn't blow a fuse, all while maintaining a time effecient schedule.

You were only hoping to return Deuce's notes, and Ace's playing cards, but curiousity and the smell of freshly baked pastry drew you to a green haired, too busy whipping merengue, glasses almost sliding off Trey. He didn't even notice you approaching as his eyes kept drifting from the recipe to the various ingredients on his island.

"Whatcha workin' on?" your voice breaking his focus finally acknowleging your presence making eye contact, although his hands kept working, piping the white cream to top the pies and tarts. "Sorry [---], I would get some tea for you, but I'm a little occupied..." his voice giving out a nervous and tired chuckle as he turns his back on you, pulling baked goods out the oven. "It's fine, I just came here to return Ace and Deuce's things that they left at Ramshackle" Looking over at his lists and instuctions that he'd been following as well as his supply of eggs, sugar, flour, and other necessities involved in baking, you decided not to bother him any further.

"Try not to tire yourself out!" You teased, head peeking outside the frame just enough to see your grin "I've handled worse, trust me I got this" he returned your grin with one of his own, confident in his capabilities. And after all his hard work, there was only one cake left to bake, and to his horror, he'd completely used up all his ingredients.

There wasn't exactly enough time to run to the store and get what he needed, besides getting the huge cake baked, it still needed to be cooled and decorated. Maybe he can subtitute using another dessert? something that doesn't take up as much time like the cake, even if Riddle demands a thorough explaination later it's the best course of action right no—

"Hey Trey-senpai, [---] said to give you these"

"Must be a lot of stuff ya gotta bake, or something really big"

Ace and Deuce hauled paper bags of exactly what he needed, bickering while exiting the kitchen after he thanked them both.

Placing all the batter filled tin and setting a timer while closing the oven door, he could at long last take a breather. Cleaning up his mess in the kitchen, he was about to fold the paper bags and dispose of them, however he still felt something inside. Pulling out a metal tin with a note "I know you're tired! >:( " He chuckled softly, lifting the lid open, to see an array of vegetable and protein neatly arranged as a cute face on his rice made with seaweed paper surprised him.

His eyes softened and heart slightly ached at the sight, grateful you noticed his supply lacking and got more, though he had no idea how you achieved such considering how stingy the headmage was regarding your allowance, not to mention that you had to constantly repair the dying state of your dorm, just the thought of the troubles made it all the more meaningful to him.

So used to taking care of others that he's caught off guard when others do the same to him, but honestly, he felt that only you would go out of your way and do so much for his sake, which only made his want to be closer to you deepen.

Taking a bite out of the carefully prepared meal, savouring the flavour, his smile growing wider, ears tinted a soft pink, finally noticing the candied violets you packed for him. His years of experience in baking and deduction skills led him to conclude that said sweets were homemade, no offense. But one thing's for sure, he owes you big time. Seriously prefect, just how much attention did you pay him when he said a way to a man's heart is through his stomach? And with the way his shoulders eased away from the prior stress of his duties he found you more troublesome than his underclassmen in the most unexpected way.

Ruggie Bucchi

Running errands, applying for odd jobs, and making sure he can sustain himself everyday is a struggle that he's used to. After all he grew up fighting to see tomorrow's rising sun, so slipping past other waiters in the Monstro Lounge to serve his table while there's an overflow of customers is a walk in the park, working side by side with Azul to control the current workflow and constant sales of course.

It just do happened that you had decided to treat Grim for passing his history exam, to most it didn't sound like much but to you and Grim it was a milestone. So there you were, sitting at a booth while you watched your direbeast drool at sight of the menu as you warned him to stay within the budget.

"You ready to order?" you flinched at sudden sound, you didn't even notice him before he spoke. "Nyah! I can't decide! I want one of everything!" Grim lamented "One tall oder comin' right up!" he pretended to scribble away at his notepad, you click your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare as you hit his arm with no real force."Shyeheehee, I'm jus pullin' your leg, if you have that much trouble deciding they've got real soft beignets and donuts as this week's special" "OHHH, Human I want those!" Grim tugged on your shirt sleeve pleading as he was already imagining the sweet treats. "Alright, an 2 orders of assorted beignets, and can we take an order of those donuts to go?" "Gotcha, wait a few it'll be right out, and drinks?" "Cream soda—" "Water, I don't need him having a stomach ache later" you cut Grim off as he whined about your final verdict.

Ruggie gave a cheecky smile, dissapearing into a sea of servers and customers, pulling out your history notebook, you decided to rewrite and organize your notes while you wait, only breaking from your concentration once you heard Grim letting out a happy squeal and the scent of sweet warm sugar hit your nose. Having no time to spare Ruggie a glance as you try to get your share of the order before your gluttonous beast licks the plate clean.

After settling the bill, you ask a small favor of Jade, one that he wouldn't hold over your head. You wave goodbye to the dark blonde beastman, making your merry way back to Ramshackle.

As the sun begins to set, the customers start to die down in numbers making the atmosphere less hectic. Ruggie cashed out his hours, happily changed back to his dorm uniform, and mentally checked off one of his many responsibilities for the day. He was even able to make dinner with whatever ingredients left over in the kitchen that Azul allowed him to use! Rationing meals that he could just reheat for tomorrow, he felt more than satisfied in his haul, although he was a bit dissapointed seeing all the pastry items and sweet treats out of stock.

But as he was about to leave the Lounge's doors Jade had stopped him, handing him a box that had been sitting in a food warmer, he accepted the box despite his skepticism and the merman's continuous polite defense of his innocence.

At last he finally made it back to savanaclaw and to his room where he inspected the box for any foul play, that was when a note had caught his attention, tucked near the cardboard handles. "Can't do well on an empty stomach :) -Prefect" his eyes go wide as his former suspicions vanish. He had smelled the scent of dough and sugar since earlier, but he thought that Jade was messing with him, the cunning smile didn't exactly make his claims all that believeable, but it was hard to tell with that guy.

He already knew what was inside before he opened it and nearly ate one of the donuts whole with one big bite. You were truly too nice for your own good, seriously, you had your plate full, problems appearing on your corner left, right and center like you were a magnet of disaster.

And yet you still do things like get a bunch of donuts for other people, with the way you are people are going to take advantage of you. Every bite he took from the donuts a frustrating, gentle burn in his chest forced itself to his face, ears pinning backwards as he stares at your note with eyebrows furrowed.

You're a weird, one he'll never understand, where he's from, sharing spoils is understable, if plentiful, you on the other hand barely had a thaumark to your name, but he doesn't owe you anything at all! He thought, but that gnawing want to give you something back is strong.

Malleus Draconia

Cold was the late night breeze that hit his skin, walking with you, he appreciated the beauty of the full moon as it lit the sky and the world below, gracing your features with a soft ethereal glow. This routine had become one of his favorites, your warm company and honesty made it difficult for him to stray away from you. He never had to worry about scaring you which made him ease up to you all the more.

Today's walk was no different from the usual, talking about how each other's day went, interests, weird questions that you were itching to ask someone who wouldn't immediately recoil at it's absurdity. Anything that came to mind really, as you were going on and on you had picked up on his unresponsive behaviour.

"Are you sick?" you stared at him blankly, "What?" "I told you that we could meet up some other time! The weather's getting colder this time around", you murmured the last part in a concerned tone to which he only laughed at leaving you in a state of confusion. "I appreciate the sentiment however I am not as weak as to catch a cold from something small like cold winds" "Oh what, so I'm weak?" "I said no such thing, your words child of man" you let out an amused scoff, he's come a long way since you first met him, now he can participate in playful banter without dark clouds rumbling lightning. "But seriously, are you ok? You've been quieter than you normally are" "Hmm worry not, it's just that I'm rather dissapointed, I received news from that I have been excluded from yet another Housewarden meeting"

he sighed out, taking it quite hard as his posture slumped slightly. "Did they discuss anything important?" "They notified each other on upcoming events for the different school clubs" "Oh so no big deal then" he stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at you arms crossed frowning, "Sorry let me rephrase" you snapped your fingers repeatedly trying to find the right words, the gears in your brain turning, trying to put together a sentence that captures your concept."What I meant to say was, at least you didn't miss out on anything big, like uhhh... Implementing a new school policy or something, and honestly them not inviting you is their loss not yours", your walk resuming "Ah, thank you for clarifying, though I'm still..." "Bummed out?" "Yes"

You decided to not press on the matter further, it's not exactly the first time he's told you about being excluded, but seeing as this recurring problem refuses to accept any and all solutions. You found it best to just empathize with him and find other ways to help cheer him up.

"Let's get ice cream next time" you suggested, climbing back up the stairs outside your dorm, his eyes practically lighting up in shock, "Is that an invitation?" "Mhmm" you hummed, leaning your shoulder against the entrance of your humble abode. "As happy as I am to receive another invitation from you, I'm afraid this is one I'll have to miss out on" "What?!" your face fell fast, it was the first time he'd ever turn you down, though he seemed more hurt than you were on the decision. "My deepest apologies [---], I have duties as the heir of Briar Valley, duties in which I cannot disclose and leave unattended" letting out his nth sigh of dissapointment. "When will you be back from Briar Valley?" He ached seeing your saddened expression, gray clouds suddenly covered the bright moon.

"Oh, I'm not going to Briar Valley, I'll be residing in Diasomnia while I complete my tasks" you stayed silent for a while as realization hits you, "Oh so you're not leaving NRC just gonna be holed up in Diasomnia for a while?" "Correct, though I see why you were mislead".

It had been days since you last stroll. Sure you see him in the halls in between classes, but being able to see him isn't exactly the same as seeing him. And with exams coming up you didn't have any time to spare for him.

He wasn't enjoying his princely duties either, all he could think about was how he could make it up to you. After all what kind of friend was he to leave you in such sadness? While lost in thought, Lilia entered his room holding a wrapped box? A gift!

"The prefect was quite insistent on leaving you a present, how very thoughtful! Be sure to send your dear friend a proper thank you"

After thanking Lilia for delivering your present, he was delighted to find a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream with a note that reads "I'm hoping this helps in making you finish your work faster ^-^ " He felt a smile slowly etching on his face, how kind of you to send him the comfort he so desperately longed for since he parted from you. Even remembering his preference for cold mint flavored treats, considerate through and through once he found a wooden spoon attached to the side.

He reveled in this new found feeling of joy, a certain kind of happiness he only gets from you. Though unfamilliar with the heat that spread across his cheeks upon indulging his late night dessert, he knew you were special to him. With your carefree attitude and endless patience, he felt appreciated, you care not for his title but for himself. It was a foreign feeling to be so warmly accepted and not blatantly feared, hated, or avoided, so this rare act of genuine compassion you give so naturally was greatly treasured. And as your friend he will make sure to send you groceries as a gratitude gift so that your plate of responsibilities would be somewhat more manageable.

[cloud-ette]

ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴛᴡꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Just a quick question: do they prefer to have you sit on their lap, or sit on yours? ✨

DEUCE SPADE

His lap. He takes great pride in having you sit on his legs and cuddle against his chest while talking about your day or simply banter with him, his arms wrapped around your waist or his hands busy stroking your face and hair.

Deuce chuckles if you giggle while adjusting yourself, he feels strong and able to protect you under any circumstances, and he firmly refuses the possibility of a situation where he is the one sitting on your lap. He doesn't change his mind no matter what, case closed.

TREY CLOVER

His: Trey knows really well you cannot resist his scent after a baking session, so, when you enter the room with the same composure of a predator out for blood, he's more than ready to greet you appropriately. Chuckling and without forgetting a tender forehead kiss as first meal, he wraps you in his garments and takes you in his lap, so you can snuggle together to your heart content.

More than once you fall asleep on top of him and Trey doesn't have the courage or will to wake you up, with the results you sleep like a royal... and he has to pray to have a peaceful day ahead.

And still, you will never hear him complaining or scolding you about this. Not once.

CATER DIAMOND

Yours, definitely. The best chit chats and laughs are brought to life whenever he jumps on your lap and wraps your shoulders with one arm, then uses the free hand to take the first selfie of a long chain.

He doesn't leave the spot for hours, just keeping talking or teasing you, or simply enjoying the comfortable silence while scrolling his phone and humming by himself, your soft arms and body warmth hugging him like a blanket.

The best recharge spot for his soul.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Yours, even if you can clearly tell he's always a bit uncomfortable.

At start, you think it's because the housewarden is not used to it already, since the relationship is at its first steps; but when months pass and you both grow, together and by yourself, and this thing doesn't change, you understand it's not a matter of shyness or embarrassment - quite of frustration, since Riddle would like to be athletic and strong enough to not only hold you in his lap for hours, but also lift you. So he always has a pouting and dissatisfied look when he's in your lap, that slowly and slightly melts as soon as you start spoiling him in kisses and cuddles.

You can try to tell him everything is fine and it's not the end of the world if he cannot repay your loving acts with the same coin, things can change and who knows what will happen in the future; and even if your words manage to move something, this remains a thorn in Riddle's flesh, that needs time to be removed. Time, this is the golden rule.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Both ways are great for the lion; and from one to the other, the step is really short.

Usually, when the prince wants to have some time alone or he's tired to deal with everyone's shit, he grabs you and retires with you somewhere, putting you on his lap and then burying the face against your hair or in the crook of your neck, whispering on your skin to not start yapping or babbling, just stay silent and let his ears rest; then, as soon as he starts relaxing and leaving behind the events of the day, Leona starts changing position and in a matter of seconds and without ceremony, he puts you to sit and rest the head on your lap, face sunk against your flesh and the world far, far away. No use to try to get his attention now, he shuts down for hours and everyone can get lost.

Exception made for you, of course, if you don't push your luck too much.

JACK HOWL

His, once Jack wins the embarrassment of having you pressed against his chest.

Every single time, the wolf warns you to behave yourself and not try anything funny with your ears or tail, or he will push off in a blink of an eye, adding you are allowed in his lap just for this occasion; but, well, he doesn't really keep his word on the latter statement, so he ends up grumbling every time on how you make him weak - all while keeping you flushed against his chest and refusing to let you go.

EPEL FELMIER

His. No matter what, he would always choose his: Epel doesn't matter your size or weight, he prefers to have all his bones creaking and muscles screaming in pain rather than being the one on your lap; this, or you are condemned to hear him cursing till your hair turns white.

Still, if the situation is particularly comical, he doesn't hold back a laugh, buried under your body but still holding you proudly and hiding his struggling as much as he can; and he even finds the strength to tease you, if he sees you all red and embarrassed. Out of discussion letting you go or change positions, his banshee screams are always ready to kick in.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Both, and taking great pleasure when doing it.

If he's the one on your lap, just expect... the unexpected: Vil can appear slim and fragile as crystal, but the right moment he elegantly sits on your lap as if you were his throne and you sink under his weight, you know there is no turning back from this. No. He chuckles gracefully at the sight of your astonished face and how crimson you are turning, and he doesn't hold back a comment on your remarkable strength and dedication to the cause, one of his hand sliding on your cheek and the other adjusting your hair, if messy, or playing with the strands while slowly crossing and uncrossing his legs, just to shift the weight and test the resistance of your legs. You won't forget this experience, not even in a lifetime, and he likes the thought.

And if you are the one on his lap, instead... the astonishment and blushing is no less: his trained muscles hold you without any effort and his hands are free to do as they please with you, and Vil doesn't show any sign of distress or struggle, keeping his usual tone and aura, with a satisfied grin born from knowing how much the proximity with his body makes your legs tremble and your mind fall in a twirl of sensations. It's like being held by the statue of a deity, with the difference that the deity is not made of marble but of flesh, and you have all his attention, to the point none could find it strange if you started to beg and chant his name. Oh, he would love it for sure.

HONEST FELLOW

Sprowled like a cat on your lap, living his best life. No hesitation. No remorse.

He comes to you dragging himself with theatrical exasperation and giving you a melodramatic speech, before climbing on your legs and covering you with all his body by hugging you, his tongue keeping to babble and talking and covering your protests if in that moment you were busy doing something and you have not that much time to take care of him; but you have already learned it's basically useless trying to resonate with Honest if he wants your company, so or you start a long, pointless and unneccessary bicker where you are the loser from the beginning, or you sigh and say goodbye to your free time for the rest of the day.

For hours Honest takes up residence on your lap, complaining and pouting if you kindly ask him to let your legs breathe for a moment, of course denying your request and even biting you if you try to push him away. Only after a lot of time, and not without acting like a victim, Honest accepts or to let you move your poor legs for a fraction of second, or to change positions and hold you in his lap and give you some mercy - what a considerate man we have here.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Stairway to Heaven: Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

"Two lovers entwined, passed me by, and Heaven knows I'm miserable now..."

You threw a party in Ramshackle. Late into the night, your friends started crowding around you and the man you had a crush on. The two of you were thrown into a closet and told to work it out... How does it go?

Riddle Rosehearts

"I demand that you open this door at once!" Riddle snapped from within the dark closet. You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest. You could tell Riddle was fuming. His magepen was snatched before he was shoved into the closet with you. "You gotta kiss fiiiirrrsst!" Ace’s grating voice sang as Riddle pounded his fist against the wooden door.

"That is vulgar! I will do no such thing!" He snapped as the group laughed on the other side. “Then we’ll let you out in seven minutes!” Ace howled as you listened to Deuce chastise him. Not even Trey and Cater came to you and the Housewardens aid. You remained quiet, you eyes cast downwards to the sliver of light from beneath the door.

“Sorry.” You apologized softly. You heard Riddle turn to face you in the dark. “It’s my party, I should have-” “No, don’t apologize. This is clearly Ace’s fault. I will get us out of here. We just…” Riddle trailed off awkwardly. You could hear him fidgeting in the dark. “I’m sure the cheek or the forehead should suffice…” He sounded nervous. But you felt the same.

You had a crush on Riddle. And everyone around you said he felt the same way about you. Neither of you planned to make a move on the other. Worrying about mixed signals and disrupted friendships. You didn’t want to ruin what you had with Riddle since he meant so much to you. And being friends wasn’t so bad. But you wouldn’t mind getting a real kiss from Riddle.

You could hear Riddle approaching. You stayed against the wall in the small dark closet. The smell of flowers and sandalwood emanating from his clothes left you sighing in delight. You were happy it was Riddle that you were stuck with. “Please excuse me… Once we’re out of here I’ll hang Ace from the dormitory flagpole by the seat of his pants.” Riddle’s tone was firm and serious. You giggled softly, feeling his breath ghost over the soft skin of your lips.

You felt him moving in closer. His body now pressed against yours as his hands rested on either side of you. He was searching for the flesh of your cheek; and instead he kissed the junction where your jaw and throat met. The sound you let out was louder than expected. There were whistles and hollers from the opposite side of the door. You were loud enough where the others could hear you.

“Sorry...” You murmured. You could feel Riddle scowling against your throat as he pulled his head back. “We should-” Before you could finish; Riddle pressed his lips against yours. The closet seemed much quieter now. Minus the soft wet sounds of your lips meeting as Riddle kept his body pressed against yours. If you were being kissed; no one could hear you moan. That was the shared logic.

The kissing felt feverish. Riddle’s teeth knocked against yours, making you both flinch before diving back in to continue. Your hands pawed at the back of his sweater. He had started to cradle your head in one hand. Deeper and deeper. Wetter and wetter. And suddenly the closet door was flung open. “Times up!” Ace announced, and Riddle quickly pulled away to hug you close. Hiding you from view as his back faced the doorway. “Lame… They’re just hugging…” He pouted as Trey shooed Ace away. You were panting softly, trying to catch your breath.

Maybe after the party you could ask Riddle for more than seven minutes together.

Trey Clover

(tw suggestive)

You watched as the underclassman banded together to usher Trey's large frame into the closet with you. The door was shut and locked, the students cackling from the other side. "You got seven minutes to figure it out!" Ace cooed, not saying what 'it' was supposed to entail. Of course he was the ring leader with Cater backing him up.

The closet was tiny, you and Trey didn’t have very much space to move around. But he awkwardly tried to give you some room anyway. “I didn’t realize they’d pull something like this. Had I known I would’ve struggled more.” He laughed softly as you looked up at him in the dark. Listening to the familiar click of him adjusting his glasses. “Sorry you got dragged into this with me. At least we’re victims in solidarity.” You were trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t hear any moaning!” Ace shouted from the other side, and you could hear Riddle yelling at him. Your face went hot at the idea of having to moan in order to be set free. “Just ignore him.” Trey assured you. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” The closet felt warmer now as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

A kiss from Trey sounded nice. You did like him in a way that was far beyond platonic. But you kept those feelings suppressed. Maybe this was why Ace shoved the two of you in here? Or maybe he was just being mean and wanted to tease you for having a crush on his dorm's vice housewarden. “Or, would you like a kiss?” Trey asked curiously and you jolted. “Don’t worry I brushed my teeth already.” You could hear him smiling. Naturally Trey would be happy to share this fact with you.

“Well…” You trailed off. Maybe if you masked it with an excuse it would be less embarrassing than confessing your feelings. “Maybe Ace will let us out sooner if we do?” You shrugged. As long as it was Trey you wouldn’t mind. “We’d have to be pretty loud then.” Trey reminded you, and the burn in your cheeks was even more intense now. "I'm only joking." You listened to Trey laugh and shake his head.

He came closer, and you allowed him. You made an attempt to stifle your excitement as you looked up at Trey in the dark. "Then, is it okay if I kiss you?" Of course. "Yeah, I don't mind." You wished you could do a quick breath check. Or maybe to put on flavored chapstick. Trey closed in on you again, your back was flat against the wall as he rested his hands on either side of you. His breath tickled your skin and your lips met.

Instantly there was the taste of mint. Your hands raised and rested on Trey's shoulders. Maybe this was the indirect confirmation you needed from Trey. There was no need to say how you felt now. This was plenty for you. Your eyebrows knit when your teeth clicked against his. Your tongues met and you felt your heart jumped in surprise.

Your face was hot as you pulled away. In the dark it was hard to see his face, but you felt his glasses bump against your skin as he leaned in once more. He kissed your cheek, along your jaw, and finally you allowed your lips to meet again. You couldn't help the soft sounds escaping you as Trey remained close. Your tongues met with wet smacks as your hands gripped tightly at his clothes.

The door suddenly flew open; standing there was Ace. "I wanna see!" He laughed as Trey suddenly pulled away. He craned his head over his shoulder, and you could see the flush in his face. The tips of his ears became pink and you watched as Cater slapped his hands over Ace's eyes and pulled him away from the doorway. "You two are free to go now." He cooed as you swallowed with a nod.

You followed Trey out of the closet. Sticking close as you reached for his hand. Your fingers tickled against his palm, and he accepted by lacing your hands together.

Cater Diamond

Cater laughed nervously as he tried to worm his way out of the inevitable. You were already in the closet, and now Cater was being forced to join you. "Wuh- Hey?!" Before he could protest, his phone and his magepen were confiscated. "You can't come out until you kiss!" Ace sang as the two of you stood in the small confined space.

You inhaled the scent of his cinnamon cologne filling the closet. Cater grumbled something under his breath before looking at you within the dark. "Sorry, I should have known Ace would try this." Ace usually picked on you for pining after Cater. Saying how you should grow a spine and just admit it. But it wasn't as easy as he claimed.

You adored Cater even with the title of 'just a friend' attached. But you would be glad if things became deeper than surface level. "Are you okay?" Cater asked and you nodded. “A little annoyed,” you didn’t think this would happen at your own party. “but it’s not so bad. I’m happy it’s you.” There was hope in your tone that Cater felt the same way.

He reached out and hugged you close. The gesture was friendly. “Oh babes I feel the same! If it was anyone else my vibe would have been so thrown off.” He admitted as you began to melt into Cater’s touch. “I know we’re supposed to make out but we can just wait it out.” Cater joked as your eyes darted up at him. You heard that Cater was very casual with vocalizing his intimacy and wants. But he always kept people at an arms length away.

“It’s not like friends kiss on the norm.” You murmured softly, feeling his fingers glide over the surface of your back. The pads of his fingers rough from learning the guitar. “Friends can kiss if they’re close like that.” Cater stated as if to gently correct you. It’s not like he was wrong. Friends can kiss, but most don’t. For obvious reasons.

You hesitated, looking at the door and listening to the other students talking and partying. You wouldn’t mind kissing a friend if that friend is Cater. “No one will know but us.” Cater’s voice was soft as he started to lean in. You didn’t pull away. You welcomed it.

Your lips met his as your arms tightened around him. Your heart was drumming in your ears when you pulled away. Eyes meeting as the two of you craned your heads around to look at the door. Everyone was still giggling and talking on the other side. Cater turned back to you with a smile. “One more?” The request was hopeful and you nodded.

One more is okay. Just one more for the road. Maybe another. Another kiss is okay. And another. And another one. At some point your back was against the wall and Cater kept eating your oxygen. You struggled to breathe through your nose as your fingers began to drag against the back of Cater’s shirt.

The sound of the door being flung open sent the two of you separating with Cater whipping around to stand in front of you. His hands clenched into tight fists as you quietly gasped to catch your breath. “Oouuuhhh you guys were kiiissiiiing!” Ace sang as Cater waved his hands dismissively. “No we weren’t. Now let us out! I wanna eat something…” He groaned as the others whistled as he gently took your hand and assisted you out of the closet.

You noticed the red blush tinting the tips of his ears.

Ace Trappola

Everyone was tired of his shit. You felt a rush of hands ushering you into the tiny closet and Ace was next. Cater giggled as he held up the confiscated mage pen and yanked the door shut. “Have fun you two!” He sang from the other side as Ace bumped into you. Swiveling his head towards the door with a scowl. “Hey?! You can’t lock us in here!” He snapped with his hands balled up tight. Everyone else just laughed on the other side.

Maybe this was his karma for messing with someone. You wouldn’t know, all you knew is that you got roped into joining him for a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. In all honesty you didn’t mind. It was Ace, and you had grown very fond of him. In a way that was more than friendly. Deuce had noticed and sometimes would ask if you were okay, but you jokingly brushed it off.

You didn’t want to disrupt your friendship with Ace by confessing your feelings. You knew he could be very bold and blunt. If he rejected you, there was a chance you would become a shut in like Idia. You relaxed against the wall as Ace mumbled under his breath. Shifting his weight a few times before looking at you in the dark.

“What should we do?” He asked, you felt your heart jump with surprise. “Well… We’re supposed to kiss I guess.” You hadn’t played the game before. But it didn’t take a genius to understand the rules. Ace rubbed at the back of his neck and clicked his tongue. “Kissing..?” He sounded embarrassed. Something that wasn’t common for Ace.

You expected some snarky comment from him. Or for him to call you gross for even suggesting it. But he stood in silence as you leaned against the wall. “We don’t have to-” “I didn’t say that!” Ace corrected quickly. Your eyes widened in amusement as he composed himself in the dark.

“I mean, if it’ll get us out of here quicker,” he took a shy step towards you. Slinking closer and closer with his eyes lowered. “It’s fine with me. Since we’re friends or whatever. And it’s not like you have a boyfriend or a guy you like other than me!” He sounded proud as you pressed a finger against his chest.

“I mean, Deuce is my friend. And so is Jack, and Epel-” “Okay but I’m way better than them. Sooooo…” Ace trailed off and you couldn’t help but laugh. You could always leave it to him to help break tension. Your eyes met in the dark as he started to lean in. "It's okay, right? Since it's just us?" Ace was requesting confirmation to continue. You gave him a small nod as you leaned in next.

Your lips met. The first kiss was chaste and sweet. A quick peck to test the waters. The second one was much more intimate. Like bottled up feelings finally spilling out. After that you couldn't tell. Ace was keeping you pinned against the wall as your mouths met over and over. Your tongues mingling as you pulled at his shirt. He rested his hand against the back of your head to pull you closer, but to also cushion your skull from the hard wall behind you.

In the midst of your makeout, Ace didn't notice the door flying open. You peered over his shoulder with wide eyes. Patting at his arm trying to pull away as Cater stared at you with his jaw slack. Trey was behind him, trying to protect the two of you as Ace finally pulled away in confusion. "What?" His voice was hoarse, but you were too mortified to speak.

When he turned around, you felt the mood shift into panic. You wanted to hide in your room to sort out your shame for the rest of the night. Ace would be happy to join you.

Deuce Spade

You almost tripped over your own feet as Ace pushed you into the closet. Deuce's magepen was stolen and he went tumbling in after. "Have fun Juice!" Ace crowed from the other side of the door as it was locked and the other students howled in amusement. "When I get out of here I'm kicking your ass!" Deuce was already freaking out as you stood awkwardly in the dark. You didn't think this would happen. Maybe in your dreams, yes, but when Ace joked about starting a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven you just laughed.

Deuce looked at the door within the confined space. You could see his fists were balled up as he grimaced. "This isn't funny Ace!" He called back and Ace only responded with a loud snoring sound. Before Deuce could get any angrier; you placed a hand on his arm. He flinched, turning his head to look at you in surprise. "It's okay... I'm not mad." You gave him a small smile.

You didn’t want Deuce to get upset on your behalf. You were able to let this go enough to at least enjoy the seven minutes of peace and quiet. Even if nothing happened with you and Deuce it wasn’t so bad being in the dark.

The closet was small, and even with your back against the wall you could just barely feel Deuce’s hand or arm brushing against you. “Well don’t let him pick on you.” Deuce frowned as he turned back to you. “What if he shoved you in here with a creepy guy!” Deuce asked as your shoulders began to sag. He had a point.

But you knew Ace did this purposefully to shove you in here with Deuce. The three of you are close friends and Ace mentioned that he was sick of seeing you fawn and bat your eyes at the dumbest person alive. This was his best choice so at least you can be open about your affection and not make him watch on in agony any longer.

“I don’t think he would do that.” You answered as Deuce fumbled around in the dark. His hand rested against the wall near your head. He was trying to make some distance between you in the little dark closet. “Sorry, I’m not trying to get so close.” He mumbled and you shook your head. “We’re friends aren’t we? I’ve hugged you before.” Maybe because you were ‘alone’ things felt different.

The mint on his breath, the faint smell of his earthy cologne, the warmth of his skin. With your sight dimmed; all your other senses seemed stronger. “You guys better be kissing and not yapping!” Ace cheered from the other side, followed by a collective of voices trying to gas up you and Deuce to ‘get it over with’.

You went in first, kissing Deuce's cheek with a grin. Even if you two wouldn’t become anything more. You were happy you were stuck with Deuce. His head pressed against yours as he leaned in. His lips ghosting over yours before sealing a kiss. It was slow, making you melt against Deuce as the kissing continued.

You were both breathless and dizzy. Deuce gently cupped your face as you held onto him. Your lips meeting again and again with soft smacks. The door opened mid kiss as Deuce his mouth yanked away from yours. Looking over his shoulder at the cackling Ace. “I knew you two liked each other!” He laughed as Deuce broke away from you. Storming towards the doorway as Ace squealed and ran off with Deuce barreling after him.

So Deuce does like you back…

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