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Pie Throwing with Ace and Deuce

Character Pairings: Implied but not stated Deuce x reader, Ace x Reader

Warning: None

Masterlist

"Y/N! DEUCE PLEASE DON'T I'LL DO YOUR CHORES FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK IF YOU DON'T THROW IT PLEASE!" Ah yes, Ace's last desperate pleas for some mercy... How did the ginger get here again? The only way he's ever known. Trouble.

You weren't there when it took place but Deuce filled you in on the details. It occurred last night, Ace had stayed up late in hopes of sobbingly putting together his project last minute due to his neglect of it for the time he'd been assigned to do it. He understood now why Trein gave them weeks to complete this as it was nearly impossible to find anything important regarding the topic and he needed to get into the utmost details to be able to even extract anything for his paper.

This resulted in him only having 2 hours of sleep. He would've pulled an all-nighter if his house warden hadn't caught him late at night getting a snack when he should've been asleep. Ace craved something to fill his stomach until the sunrise... It seemed the ginger never learned from his mistakes as he took a jam tart out of the fridge. Deuce didn't cover the rest; you could only imagine what happened to Ace afterward. However, this time around, Riddle was different in his punishment.

He decided instead of collaring Ace that he would be the target for the pieing station for the dorm's fundraiser.

So, here you all are at the present time. Ace facing his punishment and the two of you serving it to him by hand. You and Deuce laughed at Ace’s predicament as Deuce handed you a whipped cream pie.

"Sorry Ace, but there's no way I'm passing up something like this!" You snickered and threw the pie straight at Ace's face.

SPLAT!

"Perfect aim prefect!" Deuce complimented. Now as the two of you expect Ace wasn't too happy about this, having a pouty look while glaring at the two of you. At least, you thought he was, it was a little difficult to tell with all the whipped cream on his face, dripping onto the ground.

Deuce and you began to move away; your heel clicked happily satisfied with the beautiful creation you put together.

Ace however wasn't going to allow this injustice to continue on. The two of you went on your merry way until...

SPLAT!

You and Deuce's heads were covered in whipped cream. Swiftly you looked for who was the culprit. Ace had a shit-eating grin proud of his work. "ACE YOU DUMBASS YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO IT TO US BACK!" Deuce splurted.

"So? You do it to me I do to you." He shrugged, "That isn't how this works???" You question. "That's a bold assumption I know what I'm doing," the three of you went dead silent.

Till you all bursted out laughing, "You don't know what you're doing?" "I DON'T KNOW RIDDLE JUST PLACED ME HERE AND GAVE ME A LECTURE AND TOLD ME TO STAND THERE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" The three of you were laughing at Ace's stupidest. Even if you all didn't know what Ace was supposed to be doing there. Even though Ace didn't know anything, there was one thing you knew for sure. Even if you wouldn't be able to find your way home you'd be in the company of those who made it.

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🧁 Cupcake Catastrophe | Trey Clover x Reader

>> commissioned!: by an unnamed commissioner >> a/n: yay it's my first trey work :3 i hope this isn't too ooc!!

>> masterlist: heartslabyul >> summary: you and trey bake together! >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): nickname 'hon'

You were so glad that your boyfriend, Trey, was there to help you bake things when you didn’t want to be baking alone. Which, to be honest, was all the time. The kitchen seemed so much brighter to you when Trey was in the kitchen alongside you. As Trey mixed together the wet ingredients–eggs, milk, vanilla extract, and butter–with a spatula, you used the automatic mixer to blend the dry ingredients–sugar, flour, and baking powder–together. It was calm and perfect.

“I’m done with the wets,” Trey calls to you over the sound of the mixer running.

“Alright, bring them over so we can mix them together, then!” you smile at him. Unfortunately you weren’t looking at the dial while trying to turn the mixer off. So instead of turning it down to slow it, you turned it up, causing the side of your face and torso to be completely covered with little particles of cupcake ingredients. 

At first, your face was one of shock. And then it turned into misery. But before long, you were giggling and laughing at the explosion of powder. Trey couldn’t help but join in with your laughter, even though he was trying to clean you up by getting a damp washcloth to wipe down your face.

“You would think that after being here so much with you,” you said between giggles, “I wouldn’t make such a rookie mistake!”

“There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.” Trey finished wiping your face down and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I guess you’ve proved your own incompetence for today.”

“Aww no!! It was only a little spill,” you pouted.

“I’ll finish up the baking,” he shook his head and directed you to a barstool. “We can’t have you spilling anything else.”

“Fine,” you sighed. “But only if I get to lick the spoon!”

“You’d get to do that anyway,” he smirked as he finished cleaning up the counter. “But yes, if you sit there and watch, you can lick the spoon while we’re waiting for the cupcakes to bake.”

“Yesss,” you murmured, content with your false victory.

Soon enough, Trey was finished baking by himself and the cupcakes were cooling down.

“I’m gonna have one,” you declared, deciding that they had cooled for long enough and you couldn’t care enough to wait to make the icing.

“Split one with me, then.” Trey said as he watched you walk over to the cooling tray.

“Alright,” you smiled, picking up a cupcake and cutting it down the middle with a knife. “Here you go!”

“Thank you, hon,” he said as he took the half from your hand. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you smiled, tapping your own half against his.

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Your honour may i present to you Catlim

So I just saw you were on time with twisted wonderland chapter so I'm sending my resuqest in !

Take all the time you need to complete it it's no urgent matter ;

Beware spoilers ahead :

So, could you do a couple headcanon about Idia's and Ortho's reactions (if you don't do multiple character just Idia) when idia bring his girlfriend to meet his family (so at styx in the island of woe) and while idia's dad is very aloof about it Idia's mom is a bit overprotective of her son (since he is technically the last one alive with ortho being a robot) and she finds every excuses to think idia's s/o isn't good enough for him, ortho only see his mom being unhappy with who he call his own big sister ; but at the end she see idia's girlfriend do something super cool in engineer and that's when idia's mom goes "alright if she ain't marrying you I'm adopting her"

a/n: let me just start off with THIS IS SO CUTE OMG I love this idea! Thanks for the food for thought. I couldn’t help but think of the reader creating the hoverboard from the movie treasure planet lol! :) I hope you enjoy Anon!

(The solar surfer from treasure planet)

Papa shroud wouldn’t even pick up on his darling wife's icy demeanor. That or he’s purposely ignoring it like most husbands.

Mama shroud is the embodiment of “My son likes his food cooked like this” and you’re left wondering what you did wrong.

She would definitely corner you at some point and pull the “what are your intentions with my son?”

The whole visit is like a silent battle between you and mama shroud. You trying to prove yourself and she would be proving to her son that you weren’t good enough for him

Ortho would be oblivious the whole time like his dad. Just, “Why is mama acting weird?”

Idia would definitely be terrified and struggle to take sides. “Oh what was that? N-n-no I like your cooking Yuu it's fine!” Then he will immediately console his mama who's “woe is me, my son doesn’t like my cooking.”

After hours of trying to get his mom to like you, you give up and decide to solely focus on your love, Idia.

Though little did you know that Mama Shroud was struggling herself to dislike you. You just fit in with the family so well and clearly cared for her boys! She couldn’t remember the last time she heard Idia talk so much.

Idia shows you around S.T.Y.X and eventually y’all decide to mess around building and modifying tech.

You, being the badass and tech savvy person you are, built a gliding hoverboard without the use of magic, it had a solar panel sail and was more stable then the brooms of NRC.

The Shroud parents happen to walk in to see the prototype and you hovering on it while Idia hyped you up.

Suddenly Mama shroud is in awe.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were an engineer!” (Ma’am you hated me an hour ago)

By the end of the night you and Mama shroud are best friends, and you can definitely see where Idia got his passionate side from.

𝒢𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 - 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝓎 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

I decided to publish this oneshot cuz i still like it! I wrote it a year ago for a oneshot collab book.

This contains jealousy, hurt/comfort, christmas and a gender neutral reader. I got the dividers from @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more over here on tumblr!

The smell of strawberry shortcake wafted through the air, the three-tiered cake resting on the counter top while Trey started preparing the icing. You watched him wistfully, his strong arms beating the air into the cream without even breaking a sweat. Winter was just on the horizon and soon it'd be...

Well for you it'd be Christmas, for the others it was just an exam week and the long-awaited holidays. Still, you wanted to celebrate somehow. Which led you to where you were now, watching your dear boyfriend ready the confectioneries for the upcoming unbirthday party. Might as well ask him while he was already baking, right?

"Hey Trey..." You swung your legs to and fro from atop the counter. Your boyfriend hummed distractedly in reply. "Do you think we could make a gingerbread house or something together?"

Trey halted his whisking, shoulders tensing ever so slightly. You already knew what he was going to say. Still, you waited with a glimmer of hope.

"Winter exams are just around the corner, dear, and with Riddle being so adamant on our dorm scoring high on the leader-board..." He trailed off.

"You'll be busy studying, I know. I just wanted to check if you had the time to." You plastered on a smile he'd never see, his back to you. "That reminds me, are we still having that study date tonight?"

A pause.

Ah. Again.

Trey turned around to face you with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry, Riddle's-"

"It's fine, don't worry about it!" You had guessed. "We can always reschedule for later. You're a third-year and all! A busy old man!" Too many jokes for it to be genuine.

Still Trey chuckled obligingly, kissed you on the cheek, and went back to his baking. You sighed quietly to yourself.

At least you'd have Grim with you for Christmas.

"What's Christmas?" Grim asked you as you lied in bed, resting on your stomach while you told him about your plans for the holidays.

"It's a holiday in my world, a celebration." You explained softly, longing in your voice. "There's a lot of boring history behind it but essentially we give each other gifts on December 25th. The whole month's a holiday, really. My family and I would make gingerbread houses, decorate a pine tree together..." You trailed off.

"Sounds fun," Grim muttered, half asleep. "the Great Grim wants tuna as a present... a whole pile of it..." He snored softly.

You smiled, melancholic and wistful. "A Christmas with just you and me..." How lonely. It was stupid of you to hope like that.

You drifted off to sleep, unaware of Grim peering at you with worried eyes, a frown on his face.

The library was practically empty. Most NRC students would never study during a weekend, after all. Might as well get used to being alone for the winter break now. Grim was asleep on your lap once again, the cold weather making him more drowsy than usual. You sighed, leaning your head against your hand, absent-mindedly flipping pages in your (borrowed) history textbook. Hopefully you could convince Crowley to give you all that tuna he promised, otherwise you'd be spending your lunch money on tuna for the next few weeks.

The creak of the library door opening made you raise your head, curious to who had entered. No one you recognised. A couple, by the looks of things. Chatting quietly to each other, smiles on their faces as they walked to a table at the back of the room. You sighed again. Back to taking notes from the textbook then.

 And as you took the notes, a black knot started to furl up in your chest.

'Policies in the Queendom of Roses during 1635'

...

'Public reaction to Policies'

...

'Red Rose Uprising'

Flip the page of your notebook, blink and close your dry eyes for a moment.

'Establishment of a Democratic System'

...

'Reinstatement of the Monarchy'

...

'Reign of the Queen of Hearts'

...

You blinked slowly, feeling the tell tale signs of an impromptu nap creeping up on you. What would happen if you slept for a little while? You'd be woken up by the bell, and it's not like you had any plans before lunch anyways.

Close the textbook, pack away your stationary and put your stuff in your bag. Then you took off your blazer and bunched it on the table, resting your head on it.

(The soft feeling of a familiar coat being draped over you didn't register. Still, some subconscious part of you smiled in your sleep.)

You woke up when Grim shook you frantically. The bell had just rung to signal that it was time for lunch. You went to pick up your bag, but halted in your steps. Someone's NRC uniform jacket rested on your shoulders. A quick glance at the label told you what you already knew. It was Trey's.

You brushed your hands over the jacket, and your cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

"Ughhh, hurry up, (Y/N)! The Great Grim needs to eat!" The not-cat batted at you with his paws. "Come on! Let's eat! Now!"

"Right, sorry."

You quickly gathered your belongings and left the library, Grim curled around your neck and chattering away. You remained quiet, thoughts turbulent. Should you give Trey his coat back now? Or should you wait until he asks you for it? You wanted to see him but he was probably busy. Still. Maybe you should go to the Heartslabyul dorm after Grim has his fill of food...

"Yeah, yeah. You go talk to Trey and I'll do something else, like find those two bozos." Grim waved a paw dismissively before he brightened up. "Or I could go take some food from the-!"

"No." You pet his head lightly. "You know Riddle will just collar you again if he catches you stealing food, right?"

"Please, he's mellowed out! And I barely got to eat my lunch!" Grim turned pleading eyes towards you, fully aware that you saw him eat three times his body weight in carbonara.

"I'll only be talking to Trey for a bit anyways." You smiled bitterly. "He's busy studying with Riddle, or whatever."

Grim slumped over, and you caught a flash of something in his eyes. Pity? "Fine, but you owe me three cans of tuna, got that?!"

"Deal." You shook his 'hand' before you hurried off to find Trey.

You just wanted to go back to your dorm and study. As much as you loathed to admit it, you were still raw and open from yesterday's conversation. You didn't want to feel so vulnerable, but Trey had a way of making you feel such stupid things. Now where would you find your busy boyfriend...

Knowing Riddle, the two of them are probably studying together in the garden. You strided over, Trey's jacket carefully folded in your arms, held tightly to your chest.

A laugh you knew all too well. Looks like your first guess was right!

Still, better check in case you were just experiencing a brief auditory hallucination.

You peered around a rose bush, silent as a mouse and completely unnoticed. Trey and Riddle were laughing together, holding tea cups and carrying a light, inaudible conversation. There were no books on the garden table. Riddle said something, and Trey burst out into peals of laughter, face flushing in delight. You've never been able to get him to laugh like that. And with how the two were seated next to each other, barely any space between them, it looked an awful lot like they were on a...

A date.

Ah. So that's what's been twisting your guts this whole time. You're jealous. Of Riddle.

Another loud laugh from Trey, who looked at Riddle with such soft and loving eyes and-

You couldn't bear to see any more of this.

You left just as quietly as you came, Trey's jacket still tucked tightly in your arms. You immediately went to find Grim, you couldn't- you didn't want to-

You just wanted to go home. But you can't. So Ramshackle's the next best thing you've got.

You stared at the ground, hurrying to the Heartslabyul dorm's main building, not paying any attention to who was in front of you. So it really shouldn't have shocked you when you crashed into someone's chest.

"Oi, be careful- (Y/N)?" Deuce immediately switched gears, looking upon you with gentle concern.

"Sorry for bumping into you, Deuce." You said, "I was distracted."

"Hey, it's fine, don't worry about it-"

"Oh? What's this? Is Deucey bullying the poor, helpless Prefect?" Ace came over smoothly, a wicked grin on his face. "What would Riddle say if he saw you?"

"Shut up Ace!" Deuce sighed, then looked at you. Really looked at you. It felt like he was gazing into your soul.

You squirmed, feeling a little uncomfortable. "Um... do you want to say something?"

Deuce jolted. "No I-"

Ace sidled over to Deuce, throwing an arm over his shoulder. "Yeah, did you Deuce? 'Cause you were staring at (Y/N) for an awfully long amount of time. Trying to steal Trey's datemate?"

That's when Grim spoke up, jumping onto your neck in one quick pounce. "You better not be trying to mess with my henchman, Deuce... or else..."

"I wasn't!" Deuce cried out, looking awfully persecuted. "I just got lost in thought, you know?"

"Don't think too hard, Deucey~" Ace chuckled. "You might blow up the only two braincells you got left!"

"Like you have many braincells of your own, Ace." You shot back. "Grim, are you ready to go?"

He peered at you, pausing in licking his paw. "I was always ready to leave. I don't wanna catch these two's stupidity!"

"As if you aren't just as stupid as us!" Ace and Deuce yelled, the two grappling at each other in another fight that would undoubtedly get them in trouble.

"I'll see you guys in class on Monday!" You smiled and waved at the two as you walked back to the mirror. "Don't get into too much trouble this time, 'kay?"

"No promises!" Ace said, trapped in Deuce's headlock. "Ow- ow, that hurts you idiot!"

"They're gonna get collared by Riddle again." Grim said flatly as the two of you walked far away enough to no longer hear the boys' hissed insults and swears. "And were you not able to find Trey?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"You still have his jacket." Grim pointed out.

You looked down, a little shocked to see it in your arms still. "Oh, right. I forgot." You stepped through the mirror before continuing your conversation with Grim. "And yeah, I couldn't. Maybe he's in the library?"

"Do you wanna go there now?"

You sighed. "Not really, I'm a little too tired for that..."

"Well, you better have enough energy to cook me a bunch of tuna for dinner!"

"You got it, boss."

Soon enough, you were too busy to even think about Trey and Riddle and the horrible things you felt. Your hands were full from your three idiots making some dumb deal with Azul. Then there was staying at Savanaclaw for a few days, and you weren't even able to see Trey at that point. Instead, you told the boys to tell him at the dorms that you needed to cancel the few dates the two of you had planned.

And now you were stuck in the infirmary for a checkup after Azul's overblot, the ghostly nurse fussing over the whole lot of you after that whole ordeal. Luckily, no one was really injured, but you were forced into staying in the school infirmary for the night, again.

"Why does this always happen to me." You groaned, staring at the ceiling, Grim curled up on your lap. "I should have never gotten involved in this... I was so stupid..."

"Hey, at least Leona was able to get rid of Azul's dirt on hi- Mmph!" Ruggie writhed under Leona's hand, struggling to get free while laughing at the look on his face.

"We. Agreed. Not. To. Talk. About. That." He growled out, removing his hand from Ruggie's mouth.

Ruggie smiled innocently. "Did we? I might need a little something as a reminder-"

He was cut off once again. This time by the door slamming open. Trey burst into the infirmary, hair a mess and glasses askew.

He looked around the room frantically. "Is (Y/N) okay? I heard she was-" He looked at you.

"Hi." You croaked out, voice a little sore from yelling out commands to Grim.

He rushed over to you, nearly tripping over in the process. "Hey." He smiled, eyes worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, my throat just hurts a little from shouting so much." Your stomach fluttered as Trey grabbed your hand with such care, thumb brushing over the back of it, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin.

"There are... other people here... you know." Azul said, voice barely above a whisper. "I'd like to leave... the third wheeling to... Grim..." He coughed.

Ace and Deuce burst into laughter at that, Floyd and Jade following shortly after.

"It's so true!" Ace wheezed out. "Everytime they're on a study date... Grim's-" He took a deep breath, barely able to get his words out. "Grim's always there-" He laughed even harder, nearly falling off his bed.

Deuce managed to push past the laughter to speak. "He always says he's chaperoning- like he could stop Trey!"

"Nooo, really?" Leona smirked. "That's actually tragic. What does he think will happen?"

Even you laughed a little, throat hurting a little too much to actually laugh that loud. They were so lucky Grim was a deep sleeper. Trey just continued smiling and grasped your hand a little tighter, settling into the chair by your bedside.

"Do you want to bake something together, tomorrow?" He whispered, voice barely audible above the boys' laughter.

You perked up slightly. "A gingerbread house?"

He leant down to kiss you on the forehead. "Anything you want."

"Can't you guys cut out the PDA? Just this once?" Ace whined, sticking his tongue out in disgust.

You looked at Trey, knew he would indulge anything you asked of him, and decided you might as well cause a little more chaos while you were stuck here. "Can I have a real kiss?"

Trey sighed reluctantly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I guess..."

The shouts of disgust from everyone in the room only made you laugh harder.

You gasped as you took in the magnificent sight before you, "That's so many sweets!" You turned to Trey, who looked awfully proud for someone who claimed to care about dental health. "How did you get all of these?"

"I had a little bit of help." He smiled, before turning to the ingredients he had set out on the kitchen counter. "We should start making the dough first, put the cookies in the oven, and then plan out the decorations." Trey rolled his sleeves up. "How about you start with combining the wet ingredients, while I work on the dry ones?"

"Sure!" You took one look longingly at the rows of candy packets in front of you. "And I can definitely snack on the candies a little while we wait for the gingerbread to bake, right?"

A chuckle. "Okay, but you'll have to brush your teeth with extra care tonight."

"When have I not? It's Grim you have to be worried about..." You lightly kissed Trey on the cheek and went to wash your hands. "Time to bake!"

Trey sat on the chair next to you, automatically wrapping an arm around you to tuck you in close. "So were you thinking to make a traditionally-styled gingerbread house, or did you want to go for something more..."

"I thought it might be a little fun if we used the left over dough to make little gingerbread versions of our friends!" You said, leaning into your boyfriend's warmth. "I bet Ace would bite cookie Deuce's head off in a heartbeat."

The soft rumble of Trey's laughter. "Cater would love it, he'd keep gingerbread-him alive for as long as he could. He'd probably spam his magicam feed with the amount of photos he'd take."

You giggled in turn, basking in the comfort Trey brought you. A lull in the conversation. Before.

"Have you been avoiding me?" Trey asked, eyes staring at the wall.

You paused. "It wasn't intentional." Both of you knew there was a reason for it.

Trey remained silent, an indication that he wasn't going to pressure you into talking about this. But he'd like to know.

You twisted your hands in your lap, not sure what to say. 'I've been jealous about you being close with your childhood friend?' like that'd go over well. "It's just me being stupid, that's all." You kept your eyes fixed to your hands.

Trey held you tighter. "If it bothers you, it's not stupid."

Even now your face flushed. "I..." Butterflies flooded your stomach. "Promise you won't get upset?"

"I promise."

"It's- I'm- The thing is I-" You sighed in frustration, stumbling over your words like a child. "I saw you and Riddle that day and it-" You started to pick at the skin around your nails. "I felt... jealous, okay?" Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. You didn't know why you felt so upset, but your eyes burned nonetheless and the pit in your chest grew larger.

A beat of silence. Another.

Trey removed his arm from around your shoulder and you automatically flinched, shutting your eyes out of fear. You didn't want to see the look of disgust on his face.

Trey grasped your hands in his, stopping you from trying to make your fingers bleed. "I'm not sure why you feel jealous, but it's not something silly. I promised I wouldn't get mad at you, and I'm not." You opened your eyes, and he let go of your hands for just a moment to brush away your tears. "You know..." Trey looked away, the tips of his ears turning red. "I get jealous too, sometimes."

You squirmed your fingers in his grip. "Really?" Wait. "Of who?"

"Of Leona, and of Floyd, and-" Trey cut himself off. "A lot of guys. It's irrational, but it's something I can't help feeling." He snorted, and turned to fully face you. "That's one of the reasons why I kissed you in the infirmary, you know. I just wanted to make sure everyone could see that we're dating."

Ah. "Me too." You said in a hushed voice, cheeks feeling a bit warm. "I guess we were both being a little stupid, huh."

"At least we can be stupid together." Trey smiled, kissing your hands gently.

You couldn't hold back the peals of laughter. "That's- that's so cheesy." You wheezed, nearly falling over.

Trey joined in, pulling you up into his arms and pressed his forehead against yours. And for the first time since you arrived in this Twisted Wonderland, you felt at home.