Incorrect Hazbin Hotel Quotes

Angel: it seems you've fallen for me Husk Lying on the floor: you tied my shoelaces together! --------- Husk *holding baby Maxie*: Well her first word was every gay father’s worst nightmare… Angel: [voice breaking] “Mommy” --------- Charile, sweating: Vaggie, there’s something I need to ask you- Vaggie: Finally! You’re proposing! Charile: How’d you know? Vaggie: Charile, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Vaggie: I even picked it up once. --------- Husk: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, Angel! *Neither of them die* Angel: ... Husk: ... Angel: So do you wanna talk about somethi- Husk: No thank you

davey, facedown into a pillow: I hate him

sarah, reading next to him: I thought you wanted to have his children?

davey: I can be multifaceted!

Saw people saying how Robert from Enchanted is the only Disney prince to not know what the fuck is going on during a dance number

But I raise you this:

Jack: C'mon Davey, we're friends. I was building up to call you "Day-Day" one of these days. Davey: That will never happen. In fact, you just lost "Davey" privileges. From now on, you can call me "Jacobs" or "hey you". Jack: Come on Davey... Davey, glaring: Jack: Come on hey you....

Hi, love your writing

I would love to see more Jack Kelly images and little bulbs, fluff, smut literally anything.

Maybe one where reader and Jack just spent time cuddling in jacks penthouse, trying to hide from the other boys cus they keep tease them.

“they won't find us in here” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: you and Jack are hiding away in his room, trying to have a little cuddle, which the other boys always like to make the centre of their amusement

Pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 556

Warnings: none, fluff, maybe typos if so sorryyy <3

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The dingy light of the Lodging House barely reached Jack's room, casting a warm, golden glow on the worn-out furniture and scattered newspapers and clothes. You and Jack, seeking a quiet escape from the high energy of the other newsies, found solace in his bedroom. The laughter and banter of the other boys still echoed through the air, but Jack had expertly tucked the two of you away, hidden from their teasing eyes.

As you settled into the cozy space, Jack draped an extra blanket over his bed, creating a makeshift nest. The soft sounds of hushed laughter and the muffled chatter of the boys outside filtered through, creating a comforting background noise.

Jack motioned for you to join him on the bed. “They won't find us in here,” he whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but giggle, realising the absurdity of the situation. "Is this really how much effort it takes, just for us to have some cuddle time?" you teased.

Jack chuckled, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. "I wouldn’t say this is a lot of effort- they're just nosy."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you nestled into the blankets beside him. Jack pulled you into a warm embrace, the scent of newsprint and a hint of cologne enveloping you. The soft touch of Jack's fingers traced patterns on your back, a rhythmic motion that seemed to synchronise with the beat of your hearts. “This is nice,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't help but agree.

As you rested against him, the teasing banter of the boys outside became more audible. The distinctive voices of Race, Albert, and the others echoed in the hallway, their comments gradually becoming more pointed.

“Where's Jack?”

“Probably off being bottle fed!”

“Whispering sweet nothings I bet.”

“Can't believe he turns into a softie around a girl.”

Jack, his brows furrowing, shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry about them. They're relentless.”

You laughed. “Hey, I’m not the one they’re insulting. They just don't get to see this side of you often."

He smiled, the warmth in his eyes deepening. “You're right. It's our little secret.”

Jack's fingers idly played with a strand of your hair, continuing their gentle caress. The quietude of the room invited a sense of relaxation, your words slipped out almost as a murmur.

“You’re so comfy. I could just fall asleep.”

He grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You can do that, sweetheart.”

With a sigh of contentment, you allowed the gentle embrace of sleep to envelop you, feeling the rise and fall of Jack’s chest as he held you. Jack listened to the fading banter with a mix of amusement and exasperation. As the night unfolded, Jack carefully adjusted the blankets around you, ensuring your comfort. The usual mischievous glint in his eyes instead softened into a tender gaze as he watched you sleep peacefully.

The creak of the door signaled the return of the newsies, their laughter now reduced to tired murmurs. Jack, ever protective, shot a warning glance at the doorway, silently urging them to keep their distance. The boys, catching on to Jack’s mood, exchanged knowing looks and dispersed, respecting the unspoken boundary around Jack’s room. Eventually, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep too.

This boy is trouble. That is something that David Jacobs knew for sure. From the moment he crashed against David’s chest he knew it. The mumbled half apology that the boy mumbled as he bolted away did nothing to change this fact. He was trouble. The two boys who chased him in tow proved David’s point even further. The smartly dressed scary looking ones gave the boy good chase but he was long gone. Far away, David hoped. He was far far away where he wouldn’t cause any trouble for the Jacobs’ boys. At least, he was for a moment. If David had known at the time that the moment he would walk through those ridiculously oversized gates he would be inviting trouble incarnate directly into he life he would have turned around. David Jacobs would have turned right around and marched him and his brother right over to the Sun, or the Tribune, or even all the way up to Brooklyn if he had to. David Jacobs would have been responsible, David Jacobs would have not invited the boy back into his life. But David Jacobs knew none of this, and so, he marched straight through the gates of the world, straight into the belly of the beast, and straight into trouble. He couldn’t look up, he knew from the moment they made contact, from the tanned arms that steadied him, to the quiet chuckle when he wobbled, to the red scarf tied around his neck. Yes, David Jacobs knew at that exact moment he had fallen straight into the arms of trouble, and as he slowly raised his eyes to meet those of the boy he was currently holding onto, trouble itself smiled at him, “Twice in one day huh? Think it’s fate?”

srry if this is ooc !! i wanted to make a little something for new years and i never stop pushing my autistic davey agenda (smirks)

Jack Kelly? Is that what it says on your wrap sheet?

As a matta of fact, it ain’t.

Next question.

Jack: time for plan G

Davey: sorry, don't you mean plan B?

Jack: No, we tried plan B a long time ago, we skipped over plan C due to technical difficulties

Race: plan D was that horrific attempt at disguises earlier

Davey: what about plan E?

Jack: Well, I'm hoping not to use it, I die in plan E

Davey, under his breath: I like the sound of plan E

Race: wait, what happened to plan F? that was my plan

Davey: I crossed it off, we can't just kill the delanceys!

Race: I thought that was H?

Jack: nope, H is your tap routine, Elmers still working on it

Jack so gets David a cowboy hat at one point in their relationship

(totally not inspired by this post trust)

When Jack's tired he acts normally but will say the stupidest shit just in a completely normal conversation. Everyone's just so used to Jack being the leader that they don't question it when he tells them to eat their papes so they can sell food.

finally

‘subtext’, she says.

‘subtext’ as she writes a scene more intimate than most smut scenes.

What was everyoneshardest thing you ever had to say?

"anytime i have to agree with jack,"

[ spot says bluntly. jack shakes his head. ]

"probably convincing the others to strike. it had to be said and it felt right but it's tough to tell your friends what they're doin' is wrong."

"tellin' my mom about the strike was tough - i was only two days into the job and she was already worried about my dad."

"when i have to explain my jokes,"

[ albert sighs. ]

"telling my dad i wasn't going to work for him was uh, pretty rough,"

[ katherine grimaces. ]

"the word erster."

"it's OYSTER race."

"no it ain't-"

"i swear to-"

"oyster."

"we're saying THE SAME THING!"

Jack, showing Davey and Les around: And this is Racetrack. He can fix your wounds, sew your clothes, cook, somewhat clean, dance, play the harmonica and the spoons...

Jack: He's sort of like our "jack-of-all-trades".

Crutchie, under his breath: More like jackass-of-all-trades.

— jack kelly boyfriend hcs —

ೃ⁀➷ summary: just a bunch of cute boyfriendy hcs about jack !

pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

warnings: none

A/N: feel free to request a specific trope of hcs, maybe some nsfw ones next ?? Hope you enjoy <3

• He is incredibly gentle with you

• He needs to be making physical contact at. all. times. Even when he’s talking to someone else, his hand will still be on your shoulder or on the small of your back

• He’s always brushing your hair out of your face, usually followed by a caress of the jaw

• “Let everyone see that pretty face’a yours.”

• Gently rocks you whenever you’re curled up on his lap. It’s very subtle, but he always does it

• During cuddle sessions, he’ll usually hum or softly sing with his chin rested on the top of your head

• Consequently, you can feel the vibrations of his voice in his throat against your head (which you find oddly comforting)

• WHINES LIKE CRAZY when you tell him you don’t feel pretty and then spends the next 20 minutes RANTING about how you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on, no matter how many times you try to take back your original claim

• Whines also when he doesn’t get morning cuddles for as long as he’d like (even if you are lying there squirming telling him how much you need to get up to pee)

• Seriously every second sound that comes out of his mouth is a whine

• He craves the smell your skin. Just loves to bury his face into the crook of your neck, which is what he would describe as the most comfortable place in all of New York

• Purposely ignores you when you’re tugging on the hem of his shirt or sleeve cuff for attention, because by doing so you’re giving him attention, which he loves

• He won’t let you walk though a crowd without holding his hand. Like he physically will not move until your hand is in his

• Did I mention he whines a lot? Cos you can’t tease him. Not even a little bit. He’ll just whine and trod after you like a desperate horny teenager

• He absolutely FOLDS whenever you fix his collar without him asking. The feeling of your fingertips lightly grazing the back of his neck sends chills through him

• When you say something and he doesn’t hear you, he pulls you in by the waist and turns his head by your face and says “say again, sweetheart”