#twst jack x reader

[imhyperfixiating]

Heyy!! Could you please draw yuu and Jack arm wrestling? JACK HOWL SUPREMACY!!

Yuu hands off the table that's cheating !!

[bluessmau]

Haircut

In which Fem!Reader goes from really long hair to really short hair, and the First Years are surprised.

Fluff/Funny. Established relationship (platonic Ortho, tho). Fem!Reader (AFAB and MtF-friendly). Requested by @maiiamoon.

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Jack Howl

Epel Felmier

Ortho Shroud

Sebek Zigvolt

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[lemondytart]

Men are animals. Literally.

1: Lions are highly territorial!

2: Hyenas can be cuddly and affectionate!

3: Wolves mate for life and yes they wag their tail when they're happy just in case no one knows or is unsure!

Sorry if they're not as good! (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

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[b0kevi]

Them calling you ‘baby’ on accident

Summary: you two are hanging out when they suddenly address you by calling you baby?

Trope: pre-established relationship, sillies, mutual pinning, fluff

Info: I saw a tiktok of smth similar to this on those haikyuu hc posts (i miss haikyuu anyways..) gn reader, they/them pronouns, not proofread

Characters: cater, jack, ace, trey, silver

W/c: trey: 364 cater: 275 ace: 353 jack: 240 silver: 312

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trey

you had asked trey to teach you how to bake some tarts since riddle had helped you study for a test and surprisingly you passed.

you wouldn’t have passed if it wasn’t for him so you wanted to give him a thank you gift in return.

“could you hand me that bag of flour please?” you pointed at the bag then grabbed it, handing it to trey.

"Thank you baby" trey smiled, completely unaware of what he just called you.

“alright you can pour the flour in while i grab the butter” he turned towards the fridge while you just stood there.

when he looked up to see you standing there not doing what he asked, he had a confused look on his face.

“something wrong? you okay?” he walks up to you going to check your forehead for your temperature and to get a good look at your face.

“since when did I become your baby?” trey furrow his eyebrows

what are you-

oh no.

trey lets out a nervous chuckle as he tries to hide himself from you.

did he really say that out loud?

you just looked so cute in an apron with that determine look on your face, ready to make the best tart you can as a thank you gift. and he gets to spend time with you while being this close-

“ha, did I say that?” he rubs the back of his neck while you nodded trying to hide your small smirk.

“this is embarrassing- I don’t know why I said that, I meant to say y/n really..”

trey tried to busy himself with continuing the recipe but you weren’t going to let up.

“really now? you sure?”

trey sighs, there’s no point in denying it now

“would it be weird if i said no?”

“so am I your baby now?”

he looks at you sheepishly, “only if you want to.”

you think for a moment, “how about you take me out then we’ll go from there baby~”

you poked his nose which left some flour on it as he chuckled.

“let’s finish these tarts then i’ll take you out and ask you to be mine properly.”

cater

" Come on baby one more?"

“cater we have a pic from every angle by now-“

you did look at him a bit confused by the pet name but you brushed it off since he usually calls you by pet names like sweetie, hon, etc. you figure that’s just how he addresses his friends.

“this will be the last one I swear!” the two of you close in once more to take more photos but if you look closely at cater- he’s absolutely dying inside.

‘oh my sevens I just called them baby.. WHY DID I DO THAT? they didn’t say anything, maybe this is okay?’

the words just came out so naturally when he’s with you, it’s hard for him not to call you by a term of endearment.

he always plays it off but truthfully he never addresses his friends like he does you, sure maybe a few times but playfully.

with you, sevens he really means it.

he’ll spend the rest of his days praising you, saying sweet words to you.

maybe he should try it again, see if you’ll say something?

“oh my sevens baby look how good this one is?” he said as he leaned even closer to you to show his phone.

“baby..?”

“yeah cutie?” he smirked. on the inside he’s sweating bullets.

“is there something you want to tell me cater?”

“that depends on how you’ll react..” he chuckled nervously.

you put his phone up and kissed his cheek as you clicked to take the picture.

“now do you have something to tell me?”

“i’m so posting that. #official #baby #bestcoupleever” he giggles while kissing all over your face.

ace

you finally decided to show up to one of ace’s basketball practices to see if he’s actually good.

ace is always bragging how great he is but from the looks of it...

he wont admit to it but he's trying to impress you, so he would point to you and say 'this is for you' before throwing the ball- only for it to not make it in. floyd would snicker and do the same thing only for him to make it in, teasing ace.

it didn't matter to you, they made you laugh and you would still cheer for him whether or not he scored.

ace decided to do it again one last time which made his teammates groan, knowing he was just going to miss again.

he shoots…

"Hell yeah! Did you see that baby?!” he made it in. he ran up to you to give you a high five but mid way he stops, realizing what he just said.

“baby?”

“I- uh- I mean not like that! like in a bro way- dude baby y’know.. I was excited! not like in the other way…”

ace was blushing so hard there was no way he could save himself and what made things worse is that his teammates heard the whole thing.

“yeah baby did you see that~” floyd wrapping his arm around ace, making kissy noises at you two while jamil snickers, “can’t believe that how you decided to confess… baby”

“it just came out! i didn’t mean it!”

they’re never going to let him live that down.

once the teasing calmed down and his teammates were distracted, ace attempted to play it cool

“I didn’t mean it like that obviously, yknow friends can call each other names..”

“so you call deuce baby too?” he cringed.

“…”

“yes..?”

you rolled your eyes and smirked

“and here I thought i was special.” ace straighten up as you stepped closer towards him.

“what- what do you mean-“

you kissed his cheek.

“I’ll see you later.. baby.”

“I can’t believe that worked.” jamil murmured as you walked away

“HELL YES!” he’s fist bumping the air.

Jack

“hold on baby..”

jack was so focused on you he didn’t even notice his slip up. he was busy fixing your posture, “you need to make sure you’re properly stretching or you’ll make things worse for you later.”

“uh huh…”

“whats wrong? getting cold feet already?”

you were spending the day with jack, deciding to go for a jog then maybe work out, he was helping you stretch before you guys got started but now you were focused on something else.

“no it’s just.. didn’t know you could be affectionate.”

“huh? what do you mean i’m just helping you out so you don’t hurt yourself.” jack has no idea what youre talking about

“yeah.. and I appreciate it baby.”

jacks ears twitch, “what are you talking about..” his tail swinging side to side as he tries to figure out what’s going on with you.

wait a minute..

“did I…?” oh my sevens he said that out loud.

“you sure did baby.” jacks face heated as his ears flattened, clearly embarrassed.

“it was an accident, i didn’t mean it..”

“what if I liked it?”

jack could be sent off flying from how fast his tail is wagging, he’s trying so hard to be calm “what?”

you simply kissed his cheek, “so are we going for a run or what?” you teased before running ahead.

jack is so whipped and confused. but he’s not letting you get out of his reach anymore.

silver

you bumped into silver at the library, you were gathering books you needed for class and a few of them were out of your reach.

silver being the gentleman he is, saw you struggling so decided to lend a hand.

“thank you silver, I appreciate the help.” you smiled as you took the book out of his hand.

“of course baby.”

…

wait what-

“oh.. I mean y/n.. I meant to say y/n…” silver took a second to register what he just said. he really did mean to say your name but he was fighting the urge to not fall asleep so within his daze he must of let the word slip out.

you blinked. “right.. I see how you would mix those up..”

silver looked down, embarrassed. “i’m sorry y/n I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, i feel a bit drowsy and it just slipped out.”

“you didn’t make me uncomfortable silver.”

“no really I would never. i’m sorry I didn’t mean it, you’re a great friend I don’t want-“

“so you just see me as a friend?”

“…yes.” silver hesitated. he didn’t want to have this conversation right now.

he didn’t want to risk your relationship by confessing his feelings but maybe his slip up is leading an opportunity for him.

“oh I see.” you saddened a bit

silver looked around and took a breath. he thinks about his fathers words and decide to just go for it.

“I… I see you more than a friend y/n. I like you but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and ruin our friendship. that slip up was an accident but maybe it could mean something?”

you smiled brightly at him before holding onto his hand, “I like you too silver, I would love that baby~”

silver flushed as he left a small peck on your temple.

“perfect.”

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

a/n: so many ideas n yet i cant finish them 💔 im so tired- have a good night/day <3

[yatori-morgana]

"IMPREGNATE ME!!" (ᴘᴛ.ɪ)

What are the bois' reactions to you abruptly (and jokingly) demanding them to impregnate you?

Contents & Warnings: suggestive, very embarrassed boyfriends <3, crack taken seriously

»TWST x AFAB!reader

FIRST YEARS

second years

third years

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚

Ace had been minding his own business, as he definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent always does. He definitely was not hiding anything suspicious in Deuce's bag to unpleasantly surprise him later. Ace would never do that.

And then the door to his dorm room slams open, and there you stand, panting and bent over like you'd just run a marathon. He snickers.

"Damn, you look like—"

"IMPREGNATE ME!"

Ace freezes and stares for maybe two seconds before busting into laughter. "Pfft— ahahaha! You're a riot! You can't actually mean—" And then he stops entirely. His eyes slowly start widening, and an expression of abject horror paints his features, along with a blush that makes his heart mark indistinguishable from the rest of his face. "You can't be serious. No way, Y/n, there's no— I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't mean— Well, I— You—"

He's floundering.

You throw him a lifeline between mirthful laughs. "No, Ace, I don't mean it. I'm fucking with you."

Stare.

"I hate you so much right now," Ace finally grumbles. "You're the worst."

"But you like it," you joke, lightly punching your boyfriend's arm. He scoffs.

"As if. Who'd like a jerk prankster like you?"

"Takes one to know one," you sing.

"You take that back!!"

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞

Deuce had only just started his warmup stretches. He has to be ready for his track training, after all! It's bright and squirrely early on a breezy Saturday morning, perfect for some sprint practice. No distractions this time, only—

"DEEUUUCEYYYYY~!!"

Never mind that, then.

Deuce perks up at the sound of your voice, but he's bowled over when you happily tackle him. He stares up at you, wide-eyed and a bit shaken. You, on the other hand, are all smiles as you pin him to the grass.

"Impregnate me."

Deuce blanks. The gears in his brain slowly turn, and he carefully mulls over those two words. Did you say what he thinks you just said? You couldn't have!

"H-huh?! Y-Y/n! I—" His face blooms with a glowing red, all the way to the tips of his ears and down his neck. "We can't! We're still so young, and— And—" He pauses as he takes a deep breath. "Well, Mom does want grandchildren…"

"Deuce!" You exclaim in uproarious laughter. "You're not actually considering this, are you?" You roll off of him and flip into the grass. As you gaze into the clear blue skies, you say, "I'm jus' kidding. But it's nice to know you'd at least think about it."

Deuce smiles a bit while covering his face with a hand. "Y-yeah. Sure… Don't scare me like that. I thought you were serious."

"I might be in the future."

"HUH?!"

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥

Jack rests on a bench, slowly sipping at a water bottle. He'd just gone on break after some serious training, and if his panting is anything to go by, this break is well-earned. His ear flicks when he detects someone flopping beside him.

His nose twitches; it's you.

His shoulders relax from their tensed state on pure instinct. But that doesn't last long at all.

"Hey, Jack?" His gold eyes flick to you. "Impregnate me."

If there were ever a time for a record scratch, it'd be now.

Jack falls into a stiff silence, ears and tail standing on end. He carefully turns your words over in his mind, wanting to ensure he heard you right. But those ears of his aren't just for show, and they definitely didn't lie to him. You did just ask him that. No, demand. There was no question in your tone.

He clears his throat. You deserve an answer, and it has to be thought through.

"I'm not against starting a family with you," he carefully starts, "but I think it's a little too early. We're still in school, and I haven't even taken you to meet my parents yet. I think maybe we should…take it a…bit…slower." Your gaze is burning holes into him.

And then— cackling.

"Oh, Jack, honey. Sweet pup. I'm just kidding!"

A beat.

Just when you start to think you might've offended him, Jack looks away, flustered, and grumbles, "You shouldn't joke about stuff like that… It's not— But in the future, if you… Never mind."

But you know what he means.

"Aww, you're adorable," you coo. "I'll keep that in mind~"

Another record scratch.

"Wait, what?"

But you're already skipping away, a pep in your springy step.

𝐄𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐫

Epel just finished another one of Vil's lessons. Horrible, grueling, and filled with lots of makeup tutorials and impossible to walk in shoes. At this point, Epel knows Vil means well, but damn if it isn't unbearable at times. Rook's commentary didn't help, either.

Maybe now Epel can practice for Magishift or something. It's one of the only times he's allowed to play in the dirt. He taps his broom against the waxed flooring of the Pomefiore dorm in thought. Well, it's now or never. He can almost hear Vil lecturing him about indecisiveness.

"Epeeeelll! Epel!"

Your mad dash almost knocks him over, but you both manage to stop your manic tackle.

"Wass— Er, what is it?"

You grab his shoulders like you're about to impart multigenerational wisdom or give a foreboding warning. "Impregnate me."

He short circuits.

"Huh?! Y/n? What in th— Ya serious?! Ya crazier'n a bag'a cats if ya think that's a good idea right now. Yer a fine apple, don't get me wrong, but it's too early! Meemaw would kill me if Ah put put a bun in yer oven 'fore we graduated!"

You burst into uncontrollable laughter. You just can't help it! You cackle so hard it turns into less than flattering guffaws and snorts. But it's just like Epel to catch you off guard, isn't it?

Your laughter makes him realize just what happened. He frowns, almost offended, and he crosses his arms.

"That ain't funny," he huffs. "Foul."

"Love you, too," you snicker. "Oh, what would I do without you?"

He flicks the highest part of you he can reach. "Y'ain't catchin' me like that next time. Cross my apple-eatin' 'eart."

"We'll see about that, heh."

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

Sebek had been sent to train solo while Lilia gave personal tutoring to a very sleepy Silver. Sebek didn't mind, though — this is another chance to improve and surprise his master!

His stance is strong and his mind stronger. His focus remains sharp and unflappable. Nothing could possibly—

"Sebbyyyy! Sebek! Sebeeeek!"

He almost has a heart attack. You're not supposed to be here right now! Unless something happened? Then he should—

You don't slow down fast enough, having expected him to react more than he did, and slam into his side. He's much too solid for that, and you end up rubbing your dully aching head.

"Is something the matter?!" Sebek exclaims, turning to face you. He must remain calm!

You grab his arm and stare at him dead in the eyes.

"Impregnate me."

The response is instant.

"Y/N! THAT'S ENTIRELY INAPPROPRIATE! HOW COULD YOU ASK SUCH A THING OF ME WHEN YOU HAVEN'T MET MY FAMILY YET? WE HAVEN'T BEEN WED! WE'RE STILL ATTENDING COLLEGE! I— WE— LORD MALLEUS HASN'T GIVEN HIS BLESSING YET! WHAT YOU'RE SUGGESTING IS OUTRIGHT SCANDALOUS!!"

And yet his face is redder than cherry juice on a tomato. To save his soul, you pat his arm amidst joyful cackles.

"I'm kidding, Sebek, I'm kidding!"

He gasps. "This isn't a laughing matter! You had me worried for nothing! And to joke about such a thing?!"

"Aww, you were worried about me?" You coo.

"NO—"

He definitely was.

Epel is so fun to write for; I should do it more often, lmao.

If you saw the premature post, no you didn't.

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◟♯ . / baby project . ! ; Savanaclaw

⊹ characters; (seperate, Savanaclaw drom) Leona K., Ruggie B., Jack H. ⊹ cw; gn!reader, pre!romantic-relationship, realization of feelings (character), babies!!!, there's a part 1 with Heartslabyul, ⊹ notes; if u guys have any ideas u wanna see me write do request!:D anyway, we die like men again no proof reading done lol

Leona Kingscholar ✮⋆˙ (0.6k)

⟢ It happens to be one of the few classes Leona shows up to, if he had known it was going to be project assignment day he would have NOT shown up at all! Even with Ruggie bothering him.

⟢ Leona didn’t have an exact outter reaction upon hearing the type of project, he should have expected it! He had already done this before! At least he was paired with someone who knows him, [YourName]..

⟢ Leona kinda tuned Crewel out, he knew the baselines of everything, he remembered how hell this project was when he first did it and he really wasn’t excited to do it again.

⟢ So, when he looked in the cauldron and he felt his heart strings be tugged, he wasn’t pleased. The child inside looked up at both Leona and [YourName] with the same eyes and haircolor as [YourName], just the lion-features like tail and ears matched Leona. It was… cute.

⟢ HE CAN’T BE THINKING THAT HE IS SUPPOSE TO BE HATING THIS PROJECT!! Surely he will remember how annoying the baby is, then he will not want to do anything but end this project!

⟢ Spending days with [YourName] and little Esme wasn’t as dreading or annoying has Leona had expected it to be, and that kinda bothered him!

⟢ Esme was easy, she seemed to take after [YourName] look wise but also after Leona when it came to her favorite activities; being lazy and napping! Easy baby! Way easier than whatever Leona had encountered last time he had to do this.

⟢ [YourName] spent many hours in Leona’s room, lettnig Esme nap on their chest while reading up on some magic-related history, Leona would watch and assist in getting small things like food and such for Esme.

⟢ It was so domestic, it took Leona off guard when he realized how sugary-sweet and family like it was!

⟢ After Esme disappeared, [YourName] didn’t visit as often, and it started to sour Leona’s mood once more. Ruggie was borderline begging for [YourName] to stop by more often like when Esme awas around.

⟢ When asked why, Ruggie would act shocked, “Can’t you tell?! He has the hugest crush on you. He likes you! Lots!” the hyena would say. Leona disagrees (it’s a front!)

⟶ [YourName] had done what they could, all it had paid off too when Esme had settled into a nap on their chest. Leona laid on his side, watching the little one sleep while [YourName] studied their notes. “It’s dumb how content she looks..” Leona scoffed, no true mean tone in his voice, “Well, when you’re busy being hungry all day, you kinda get tired. Wouldn’t you know?” [YourName] replied as they looked over toward Leona. The smile on their face told Leona they were purely teasing him, he just sighed and shut his eyes, “It is tiring..” he grumbled as he turned to be on his back, ready to take his own personal nap. It was comforting having [YourName] around.

⟶ It had been a week since Esme had disappeared, things had started getting back on track. Only on occasion would [YourName] see Leona, they’d wave toward him and Leona would be civil back and nod his head in greeting. It was different though, [YourName] chopped it up to Leona being dragged to classes more often and was recovering from that.. but Ruggie noticed other things. Leona was more fussy or asleep more often, it was starting to get less concerning and more annoying. Ruggie noticed how Leona seemed to be nice after brief encounters with [YourName] and he kinda put two-and-two together. “Don’t make me get [YourName].” Ruggie threatened finally, Leona’s tail flicked and an ear twitched at their name, but nothing… “I thought usin’ your crush on you would work in threat, now I actually have to go get them!?” the hyena-beastman complained as he turned around. Leona just shrugged.

Ruggie Bucchi ✮⋆˙ (0.6k)

⟢ Ruggie wasn’t excited about the project, but in his mind he was prepared! Years of helping around with the children in his village? Psshh, a project baby got nothing on him!

⟢ He’s wrong btw, but he doesn’t know that yet

⟢ After listening to Crewel carefully, [YourName] and Ruggie do everything to the T! After the smoke disappears, peaking it, a little hyena-beatman baby is lookin’ up at the pair!

⟢ After cooing and aw’ing over the little thing, Ruggie and [YourName] take to finding a routine as easily and quickly as possible.

⟢ The baby, who Ruggie and [YourName] decided to name ‘Arlo’, took after Ruggie looks wise. Not just in his hyena ears and little tail, but also with hair and eyes!

⟢ Ruggie jokes he could have done this project solo since Arlo wanted to look like him so bad, but when [YourName] takes the joke further and offers to drop their side of the project on him.. he kinda panics and takes the joke back.

⟢ Arlo is a very interestnig baby, just like Ruggie he has sticky fingers!

⟢ [YourName] has started doing sleeve, pocket and hand checks before leaving a room. Not only do they do it to Arlo, they also do it to Ruggie and that has stopped about 80% of Ruggie’s petty thievery!

⟢ Most awkward encounter [YourName] and Ruggie had experinced with Arlo around was an in-town visit, Arlo had snagged a pair of sunglasses and upon returning them the shop owner had let them off with a warning because they were ‘young parents’.

⟢ That event is what inspired the hand-sleeve-pocket checks before leaving any room with grabbable items in Arlo’s reach.

⟢ Post-Arlo was a little awkward, Ruggie had found a routine revolving around [YourName] it was weird not to involve them on anything… so Ruggie decided to not change much after Arlo.

⟢ It was a little weird though when Ruggie went ‘wait, aren’t you gonna check me?’ when they were leaving Sam’s Shop once, realizing [YourName] was doing the checks on Arlo and Ruggie due to Arlo, Ruggie did feel sad.

⟢ It made him stay up at night and think about Arlo and [YourName] and everything, that’s when he realized he liked [YourName]!

⟶ “That was so embaressing..” [YourName] groaned, shaking their head as they walked out the small store. Arlo was on their hip chewing on his hand without a care in the world, the small guy was the reason for [YourName]’s embaressment. “I never really get caught.. Arlo is gotta work on that.” Ruggie said, his hands in his pockets, [YourName] quickly freed one of their arms and smacked Ruggie’s arm. “Arlo isn’t going to be around for a long time, stupid, and even if he was— you shouldn’t be encouraging that behavior!” [YourName] scolded, walking down the pathway with Ruggie who just laughed his classic little ‘Shyeheehee!’, “It’s gentic, sorry~” Ruggie teased as he pats Arlo’s back whose coo was muffled by his wet fist. [YourName] knew they would need to find a solution to avoid this happening again.

⟶ Ruggie didn’t know his routine break would cause his brain sooo much distress! It was a mistake, one he had expected to make! He was so use to the routine he made with [YourName] and Arlo, he thought that maybe he could remain hanging out around [YourName]. They were good company to be around anyway! The look [YourName] gave him earlier after stupidly asking if they were going to ‘check him’ for items is burned into his brain now, and Ruggie couldn’t tell if that was good or bad. Luckily, [YourName] just laughed it off and teased him, which Ruggie easily took and played off his question as if it wasn’t genuine. Now, here he was, battling his thoughts— did he see [YourName] as more than a friend?

Jack Howl ✮⋆˙ (0.6)

⟢ Jack went into this project with a ‘lets get this over with’ mindset, ended it kinda sad it was over.

⟢ Jack had listened to each thing Crewel told the class, even took mental notes and wrote them down prior to starting the summoning of thier project, none of it would come in handy at the end of the day…

⟢ Upon summoning and the smoke dissipating, [YourName] and Jack looked into the cauldron and there she was.. sleeping in a small ball!! Cutest thing Jack has ever seen.

⟢ After gently picking her up, first thing [YourName] noticed was how little she was. After some inspection, seemed like perhaps the little one was more like a runt if there had been more children in the litter.

⟢ After some shopping for her, Jack and [YourName] spent the rest of the evening in his dorm. They decided to do the ‘let her choose’ method, which involved dropping balls of paper on the ground and letting the baby pick whichever one she so pleased!

⟢ That’s how Twyla was named Twyla!

⟢ Twyla played hard but slept harder, it scared [YourName] at first! Jack remembers waking up to a panicked [YourName] one morning, apparently the pup decided to do a really deep sleep and scared [YourName] half to death.

⟢ After that event, Jack took over waking up Twyla. [YourName] didn’t know if they could take another heart attack like that!!

⟢ Twyla wasn’t a talker, but she did love to growl or make little noises to show emotion. Outside of that, she picked up pointing and crawling quickly!

⟢ Twyla, similarly to Jack, was fast! Unlike Jack, she was crawling, so perhaps she had more of an advntage, but she was definitely a baby they had to keep their eyes on at all times unless she was strapped to their chests or backs.

⟢ [YourName] took a bit to break routine after Twyla had poof’ed away, they had grown attached to watching Jack’s track practices and honestly?? Jack had grown to taking his water breaks with [YourName].

⟢ When it was brought up by Deuce how [YourName] still would stop by after classes to watch them practice, Jack brushed it off as just apart of the ‘new routine’ [YourName] had built after Twyla, but Deuce playfully teased Jack about how ‘maybe it’s a crush thing’.

⟢ Jack hates how he can’t fight his tail or ears, he felt his tail slightly wag and his ears press against his head. He just scoffed and looked away, reminding Deuce to get back to practice.

⟶ “Ah-ah-ahhh, no.” Jack said, grabbing the back of Twyla’s onesie. The grumble of disapproval told Jack that the baby 110% knew what she was doing and that happened to be escaping. “Was she on the crawl?” [YourName] asked as they walked into the room, immidately sweet Twyla looked up at [YourName] and reached up for what they held; her bottle! “Yeah, yeah..” [YourName] teased as they took a seat on the floor beside Jack and handed the little one her bottle. “Always. Always on the run, haven’t you caught on yet?” Jack asked, chuckling as he watched Twyla try to down her bottle as fast as she could.

⟶ Deuce slowed down, coming to a stop at the fence. He briefly joined in on the conversation Jack was having with [YourName] before they finally got to their goodbyes. “It’s odd they keep stopping by, even now that Twyla isn’t around.” Deuce pointed out, taking large gulps of his water before setting it down to do some stretches to do some last few laps. “What? Weird?” Jack asked, looking up from his own warm-ups, “Yeah, there really isn’t a reason to visit anymore.” Deuce replied with a shrug. “It’s just comforting to them, I guess.” Jack said with a slight head shake as he tried to focus on his stretches once more, “Or.. they could have a huge crush on you.” Deuce replied with a smirk which just grew when he saw how flustered it got Jack. “Get back to running, Deuce.” Jack demanded, Deuce just laughed before taking off. Dang.

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[solxamber]

Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day with: Savanaclaw

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Leona Kingscholar

You find Leona sprawled out under his favorite tree, one arm draped over his eyes, looking about two seconds away from a nap.

Typical.

You take a deep breath, shoving down every ounce of nervousness, and step closer, holding out the neatly wrapped box. “Here.”

Leona cracks one eye open, lazily glancing at the chocolates like you just handed him an average Tuesday. With a low hum, he takes them, rolling the box in his hand with a raised brow.

“Hm? What’s this for?”

You narrow your eyes. “What do you think it’s for?”

He stretches, completely unbothered, as if he gets gifted chocolates all the time (which, okay, maybe he does, but that’s not the point right now).

“Dunno," he drawls, clearly messing with you. "You bribing me for something?”

Your eye twitches. “Leona.”

He huffs a laugh, finally looking at you, amusement flickering in his gaze. And then you say it.

"Happy Valentine’s Day."

And oh.

It’s like you hit him with a truck.

His smirk falters for half a second, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around the box. His pupils dilate—a barely-there shift, but you catch it.

He goes quiet. Not his usual lazy, I-don't-care quiet, but the kind that comes when he’s actually processing something.

Then, so smoothly it almost throws you off, he leans back, a slow, pleased grin spreading across his face.

"…Took you long enough," he murmurs, sounding downright smug.

Your heart does a stupid flip. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Leona ignores you, already sitting up properly, one arm resting lazily over his knee. "Pick a nice place for dinner tonight," he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. "On me, of course."

You blink. "What?"

He taps the box. "These chocolates. They’re from you. To me." He tilts his head, all sharp confidence and warmth. "That makes us partners now, doesn’t it?"

Your brain short-circuits. “I—wait, what—"

"Better choose somewhere good," he continues, completely unbothered by your struggling. "I’m not wasting our first date on cheap takeout."

Your heart is going through it.

Leona smirks. "Oh? What’s with that look?"

You swear you see his tail flick just slightly, the only sign of how incredibly pleased he is.

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "You’re doing this on purpose."

He chuckles, leaning in just close enough to murmur, "Yeah, yeah. You still like me, though."

…You’re doomed.

Ruggie Bucchi

You barely get the chance to say anything before Ruggie spots the chocolates in your hands. His sharp eyes flicker to the heart-shaped box, and he immediately grins.

“Oooh, what’s this?” He leans in slightly, tail swishing with interest. “Someone confess to ya?”

You blink. “Huh? No.”

He tilts his head, playful and curious. “Oh? Then, uh… you gonna keep it?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why?”

His grin widens. “Because if ya don’t want it, I can, y’know… dispose of it for ya.”

You snort. “Ruggie, you just wanna eat it.”

“Duh.” He laughs, not even bothering to deny it. “Be a shame to waste good chocolate, right?”

Typical Ruggie.

You shake your head, amused, before finally shoving the box toward him. “Good thing it’s for you, then.”

Ruggie pauses.

It’s subtle, the way his ears perk up, the way his tail stiffens mid-swing. His grip on the box is light at first, almost hesitant, like he’s making sure he heard you right.

“For me?” His voice comes out softer, almost cautious.

You nod, suddenly a little shy under his gaze. “Yeah. I like you. So, you know… Happy Valentine’s Day.”

For the first time, Ruggie looks completely, utterly stunned.

His mouth parts slightly, blinking up at you like his brain just hit a temporary loading screen. And honestly? He looks adorable.

Then—just as quickly as the surprise hit—he recovers.

Ruggie grins, his usual confidence flickering back into place as he shifts the box under one arm. “Well, well. Ain’t this a nice surprise?”

You raise a brow. “You okay there?”

“Pfft. ‘Course I am!” He laughs, shaking his head. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

Then—softer, warmer, but still undeniably Ruggie— “I like you too, y’know.”

Your heart stumbles.

He notices, obviously, because his grin turns downright cheeky. “Heh. Look at you, getting all flustered."

“Oh, shut up.”

He just laughs again, effortlessly slipping his fingers through yours, tugging you along like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “C’mon, let’s go. Can’t let all this romantic energy go to waste, right?”

And just like that—you’re dragged along.

Jack Howl

Jack is not the kind of guy who gets flustered easily. He’s tough, level-headed, always the first to brush things off with that no-nonsense attitude of his.

Which is why seeing him completely short-circuit is so incredibly satisfying.

You hold out the chocolates, your heart hammering as you say, “These are for you. I like you, Jack. Happy Valentine’s.”

His ears shoot straight up. His tail freezes mid-sway. His mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but—nothing.

No words. No sound. Just pure, stunned silence.

You wait.

And wait.

Jack still says nothing.

But his tail? His tail is betraying him completely.

It explodes into motion, wagging so fast that you swear he’s about to lift off like a helicopter. NASA is calling. He’s about to reach orbit.

“…Jack?” you prompt, biting back a smile.

He blinks rapidly, as if rebooting, and finally—finally—manages to form words.

“I—” He clears his throat, cheeks flushed, voice a little strained. “I like you too.”

Your heart skips.

Jack rubs the back of his neck, glancing to the side like he’s gathering his courage. “Are you, uh… free tonight?”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

He shifts awkwardly. The tail is still going. “Because I wanna take you on a date.”

Your stomach flips. “Yeah,” you say, smiling. “I’d like that.”

Jack nods, determined, as if locking this in before fate can take it away. “Good. I’ll—I’ll plan something nice.”

You have never seen him this flustered. It is absolutely adorable.

And judging by the way his tail refuses to stop wagging, you’re pretty sure he’s never been this happy, either.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[kefiteria]

Hey!! Read your work and it’s really cool!

Was just wondering for a request, a reader who has a RBF (resting bitch face), with the first years? (Or whoever you’d like to do)

Maybe just scenario’s of them thinking the reader is mad or smth but they ain’t - or they’re talking abt their first interaction and one of them mentions how when they first met they thought the reader had like one sided beef with them or smth 😭😭

IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE but if you like the request have fun with it!!

Born to Look Mad, Forced to Explain

pair: Ace / Deuce / Jack / Epel / Sebek / Ortho x GN! reader

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a/n🍨 : Thank you so much for the request!! I really appreciate it🩵💛🩷 This prompt is actually something I can relate to way too much, AHAHAHA. A lot of my close friends admitted that their first impression of me was that I looked really intimidating or like I was mad at them all the time.

Funny enough, I think that the same rbf also kindaaa helped me during my makeup artist certification classes. Whenever we took photos of our finished makeup looks, my teacher would always tell me, "Don't smile—it doesn't suit you." (what an odd thing to say ngl)😭 And when I was the makeup face canvas for my classmates, they'd say the same thing too. The moment I smiled for the camera, they'd immediately go, "No, no, don't smile. Your neutral face looks better." LIKE… HELLO?? HAHAHAHA

I never thought my serious-looking face would actually be useful for something, but I guess it made me a good canvas for makeup practice. So yes… this fic was written from personal experience. To everyone blessed with rbf, I see you ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✨ i do love smiling more now though ✨🩷

Ace Trappola

The first time Ace met you, you were standing outside the Heartslabyul gardens with your arms crossed, your eyes half-lidded, and a face that suggested someone had personally insulted your ancestors three generations back.

Sunlight was doing everything it could to soften your features yet it failed spectacularly.

Ace made the catastrophic mistake of assuming you were looking at him. Which meant, naturally, he'd somehow already offended you despite not remembering your name, your face, or your existence until approximately seven seconds ago. So he spent the next week mentally reviewing every misdemeanor he'd committed since birth, convinced one of them had finally caught up with him in human form.

Ace: "Okay, seriously. What did I do?" You: "…Huh?" Ace: "You've been glaring at me since orientation." You: "I've… been waiting for the kettle to boil." Ace: "…That's your waiting face?" You: "That's just my face." Ace: "…I've been apologizing to you in my head for nine days."

Deuce Spade

Deuce noticed your expression before he noticed anything else about you. There was something almost judicial about it, as though you had already read the entire tragic novel of his former delinquency and reached a deeply disappointing conclusion. Every time your eyes landed on him, he straightened his posture like he was appearing before the world's sternest school principal.

Eventually, he became absurdly polite whenever you were nearby. Doors were held open. Chairs were pulled out. Homework was completed suspiciously early. Ace thought Deuce was relapsing into being weird.

In reality, Deuce simply believed you were one sigh away from reporting him for crimes both committed and hypothetical.

Deuce: "…Can I ask you something?" You: "Sure." Deuce: "…Do you… not like me?" You: "…What?" Deuce: "You always look mad." You: "…I'm thinking about soup." Deuce: "…Soup?" You: "I really like soup."

The revelation somehow made less sense than the imagined grudge.

Jack Howl

Jack had always trusted his instincts. They were sharp and dependable things, inherited from generations that survived on reading the smallest shift in another creature's posture. So when he first met you, standing by the track field with a face carved into permanent and magnificent disapproval that every instinct he possessed unanimously agreed:

You did not like him.

It didn't help that every time he looked up during practice, there you were, expression unchanged, staring vaguely in his direction while actually watching a bird perched on the fence behind him.

Jack interpreted every accidental glance as silent evaluation. He ran harder. Trained longer. Picked up every stray water bottle after practice because maybe—maybe—you'd finally think he was respectable enough to stop glaring.

Jack: "Can I ask you something?" You: "Sure." Jack: "…Have I… done something to upset you?" You: "…No?" Jack: "Then why do you always look at me like that?" You: "…There's a crow that plans to steal someone's lunch every afternoon." Jack: "A crow." You: "Yeah." Jack: "…I've been competing with a bird."

Epel Felmier

Epel was taught by Vil that smiles can meant war. The polite and noble ones. The sort that looked sweet while quietly arranging your funeral flowers. So when he met you—wearing the facial expression of someone attending the execution of joy itself—he assumed you were exactly that type.

Every interaction became painfully courteous. He greeted you with courtesy . Thanked you for things you hadn't done. Apologized whenever you happened to exist within the same hallway.

Vil eventually noticed Epel looking like he was negotiating a peace treaty every time you walked by.

Epel: "…Did I offend ya somehow?" You: "Why would you say that?" Epel: "Ya look like ya wanna poison me." You: "…I was trying to remember if I left my laundry in the dryer." Epel: "…That's the face ya make thinkin' about laundry?" You: "Yeah." Epel: "…Yer laundry got the face of a blood feud."

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek considered himself an excellent judge of character. Unfortunately, he was also catastrophically dramatic.

The first time your eyes met his, your expression remained perfectly still—the same expression you'd worn while eating breakfast, reading a book, and blinking. Sebek, however, interpreted your naturally stern face as a declaration of ancient hostility.

Surely you had detected some imperfection within him. Surely this was a challenge. Surely destiny had selected him for psychological combat. Silver listened to this theory for nearly fifteen minutes before deciding sleep was preferable.

Sebek: "I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY YOU REGARD ME WITH SUCH CONTEMPT!" You: "…I'm sorry?" Sebek: "YOUR CONSTANT GLARE!" You: "…but I'm just squinting." Sebek: "…Why?" You: "The sun?"

Sebek looked up and yes indeed that the afternoon sun was directly in your eyes. Now he refused to speak for the next twenty minutes out of pure embarrassment.

Silver, from somewhere nearby: "I told you."

Ortho Shroud

Ortho approached your expression scientifically.

First scan classified it as Angry: 82%.

Second scan classified it as Annoyed: 76%.

Tenth scan simply displayed: :(

He began quietly reviewing every interaction you'd ever had together, convinced he had unknowingly hurt your feelings. Idia found him making spreadsheets titled "Possible Social Errors (?) Of Y/N" and wisely chose not to interfere.

Ortho: "Y/N, may I ask a question?" You: "Of course." Ortho: "Are you upset with me?" You: "…No?" Ortho: "My facial recognition software says you look unhappy." You: "Oh don't worry about it. This is just my face." Processing… Processing… Ortho: "Update complete!" You: "So what changed?" Ortho: "I have created a new category." You: "…What category?" Ortho: Resting Friend Face (Looks Mean, Is Actually Thinking About Snacks.) You: "…I was thinking about snacks." Ortho: "Excellent! My data is accurate!"