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treysimp · 2 years

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Violent Delights (Part 1)

GN!Reader/Yandere!Cater Diamond (Explicit)

Part 1 (This Part!) // Part 2 // Part 3 (Coming Soon)

Well, I tricked myself into another one lads. Pour one out for me thinking that I can control myself around anime boys. This might end up having at least a part two because I am a mess.

Tags: smut, yandere, masturbation, unhealthy behavior, obsessive behavior, reader's body not described nor are pronouns used.

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It felt like fate, really.

His life had been black and white, monotone and bleak. It was a constant game of hiding his feelings, and his intentions, masking every thought with a giggle and a smile.

It was like a game, but not a fun one. The kind of game you get stuck playing to keep someone else distracted long enough to pass the time with less idle conversation. A distraction. Not an unwanted one, just bland, boring, and mostly useless.

That was until you burst into his life.

At first glance, you did seem so normal.

There was nothing that clearly set you apart from any other Night Raven student. You were cute of course, there was no denying that. However, as soon as Cater saw the ripple effect that your arrival had on the school as a whole, his idle interest turned into fascination.

Life was finally worth paying attention to. The lifeless day-to-day he had been trudging through his whole life had become a flurry of color and excitement. It was fascinating and exhilarating, and somehow you were always at the center of it.

A person probably couldn't get into more trouble if they tried. You were constantly making enemies and friends. The poor magic-less Prefect of the Ramshackle Dorm always seemed to tangle themselves into yet another carefully constructed web of lies, resentment and deceit on the daily. Your action ultimately unraveling even the most carefully designed plots.

Cater was thinking of you constantly. Wondering what you were doing, who you were talking to, wishing that you were talking to him instead.

He found himself idly checking your MagiCam account for updates whenever he had nothing to do. His fingers would automatically type in your username to see if you had posted something new in the last five minutes.

Whenever you add another gorgeous snapshot of you and your infectious smile, your sardonic sense of humor, he felt hypnotized. He would stare at the ways your eyes crinkle when you smiled, the way you knitted your brows in disapproval in candid shots, and how you covered your mouth with your hand to hide your laughter during a particularly chaotic moment. Heavenly, all of it was.

He was the first to admit that whatever these feelings could truly be called, they weren’t a good look. If someone else heard all of the thoughts that passed through his head they would wonder what was wrong with him. That was okay, he only needed you. He had decided to call these feelings ‘love’, regardless of what anyone else might think. It was romantic after all, like a fairy tale.

Daily, he would regularly spend time obsessing about how he would ‘accidentally’ run into you today. Luckily for him, you spent a lot of time with his underclassmen, so you were in Heartslabyul often. Unluckily for him, you knew his underclassmen and they were the reason you visited so often.

He restrained a frown when he would see one of tweedle-dumb and tweedle-dumber touch you, or call your name too familiarly, or look at you too long, or talk to you for more than a minute at a time. No one else knew that you two were soulmates yet, but that’s okay because he did.

Cater had devoted his time memorizing your habits, likes and dislikes. It would be worth it when you had a bad day and he could surprise you with your favorite dessert, when you were sad he would know exactly why, and someday he would buy you every gift you had your eye on, just to prove that he knew you so well.

One day he noticed that you weren’t using your favorite pencil to write. Your pen strokes were less sure and steady and your brows knit into a frown of concentration.

Thankfully he prepared for these kinds of eventualities.

Cater silently walked behind your seated form, holding a pencil identical to your favorite in hand. Kneeling down to the ground and then pretending to pick the pencil back up with an audible clatter, he quietly cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Did you drop this, Prefect?” He asked, extending the pencil to you. You had lost this pencil the other day, left it somewhere probably. That was okay though, he was here for you.

Your eyes lit up when you saw your pencil, gently taking it from Cater's hand.

“Oh my gosh! I thought I had lost this! Thank you for picking it up.” Your smile was sweet and breathtaking.

Cater felt himself reaching to stroke your cheek, but he was able to divert his hand to clap you on the shoulder at the last second instead.

“Any time! You know I’ve got you!” Cater said with a wink.

He took the opportunity of his hand being so near your head to mess up your hair and laugh at your grumbles of dissatisfaction and half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. Despite all of this, you were still smiling.

“I know, Cater. Thank you.”

Cater gave you a final ‘yeah, yeah’ while he walked away, covering his face with a sleeve to hide the flush that had spread from his nose to his ears.

You were something else. It was too early to tell you that he loved you, but it was getting harder to resist every day. He just needed to bide his time for the perfect moment.

You deserve no less.

Any time he was lucky enough to get a glimpse of you in the halls he felt like his breath was taken away, every other person and thing dimming from his view as if a spotlight had shone itself on you and you alone. His heart would beat like crazy the whole time, but he had to take the opportunity to talk to you. Missing a single second of your attention seemed unthinkable.

Today you had done something different to your hair and something else was implacably off about you as well. It looked like you tried to look nice for someone.

Shoving down the stab of fear and anger that thought elicited from him, he knew he needed to go say hi. Cater had no idea why you looked so gorgeous today, but you were truly perfect. He knew that you wouldn’t betray your future love like that, he was just overthinking it. Clearly, there was a reasonable explanation.

Plastering on a smile, Cater ran up behind you, swinging an arm around your shoulders as he snapped as many pictures of your surprised face as he could manage.

How could he help it? You were just so cute.

"Smile for the cam!" He giggled, taking the opportunity to quickly peck on your cheek for the photo op. He was going to save this one in particular.

You yelped but quickly settled back into laughter as you played along with him and mirrored his pose. After he stopped snapping pics, you turned towards him and poked him in the side.

"Cater!" You admonished him, crossing your arms and lips forming into a pout "You scared me!"

"Aww, but you look so cute when you're scared! How can I resist?" He replied, scrolling through the tens of pictures he took and sorting them into 'good', 'okay', and 'delete'.

Cater's bright gaze flicked back up to you with a wink, reveling in the way your own eyes slightly widened at his action.

You slapped him on the arm, pursing your lips and smoothing your hair back into place.

Cater arched a brow, maybe you were trying to look good for something after all.

“You’re looking extra done up today, finally decided to confess to me?” He teased, praying in his heart that the answer was ‘yes’.

He knew you would never admit that though. You were far too shy to make the first move on him, and that was another reason he trusted you so much. Even if another pretty face caught your eye, you wouldn’t be the one coming onto them. He just needed to look out for anyone that got the silly idea in their brain that they were allowed to come on to you.

"You're such a tease." You said, sticking out your tongue at him and crossing your arms. “Crowley is forcing me to tour some VIPs on the campus later today, and he told me that if I ‘stopped looking like Cinderella’s cleaning rag’ he would add a good chunk of Thaumarks to my food budget for the month.” You said with a sigh, voice leaking out the bitterness you felt at being forced to play a chipper student that wasn’t forced to comply by circumstance.

While Cater had felt a wash of relief in his heart upon hearing the very practical reason you dressed up, he also had lost his brain in a dreamy fugue upon peeking at the soft muscle of your tongue. Thinking about all the things you could do with said tongue made him bite his lip. You really had no idea what you did to him, huh?

"Is that so?" He said with a smirk, taking the opportunity to poke you in the ribs in the same spot you had jabbed him. "Then how about we go somewhere this weekend? Just you and me? It sounds like you need a break."

"Oh, like a date?" You teased, slowly evolving your pokes into an all-out poking war as you and Cater giggled trying to dodge the movements of the other. “Are you confessing to me?” You threw back coyly, imitating the same intonation he had used just a moment earlier.

"If you want it to be a date, I guess I could consider telling you about my undying love." Cater said, not joking in the slightest.

You seemed to still for a moment in thought. After a split second of staring a bit too deeply into Cater’s glimmering green eyes, as if searching for something, you forced yourself to stare at a far away cobblestone instead as you answered with a wavering voice.

"Might as well?" You hadn’t meant it as a question, but it came out as one.

Cater all out squealed as he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. Just as quickly as he glommed himself onto you, he released you in a dizzyingly burst of conflicting energy, eyebrows furrowed at the face of his watch. He was suddenly reminded that he had a class to get to (sadly) and while he didn’t mind being late for class, he would feel bad if you got in trouble because he was distracting you.

He had briefly reconsidered this thought process in the beginning as he wanted to offer to tutor you, but you were doing well in school on your own, and if you get detention all that did was take more time out of your day that he could be potentially spending with you.

Even if it was just you, your little firstie-friends, and himself being quiet in the lounge, as long as you could be near him, it was worth it. Once again shaking that tangent from his mind, Cater grabbed your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before he began running down the hallway, yelling over his shoulder at you before he got too far.

"I'll text you the deets, 'kay? Come by my room later!" Cater hollers as he takes off at a full sprint for his next class.

You stood in the hallway feeling stunned. You could feel that your face was burning, your eyes felt defocused and glassy and you nervously wring your hands together, looking down at where Cater’s hand had touched yours just a second prior.

"...a real date?" You mumbled aloud, hugging your arms around yourself in flustered nervousness. He was just being friendly like he was with everyone... right?

Cater's heart was beating out of his chest. Not only was he able to touch you multiple times and in multiple places today, but you had also agreed to a date AND to visit his room.

He had initially run off to go to class, but the incessant beating of his heart and burning of his body alerted him to another problem he had to address before anyone noticed.

Spotting the nearest lavatory, he stepped inside, intentionally slowing his gait and trying to catch his breath to be as inconspicuous as possible. Taking a beat, he saw no one and heard nothing. Perfect.

Slipping into an empty stall, he closed the latch as quickly as his shaking hands could allow. Biting his lip to the point it risked breaking skin, he unbuckled his belt and flipped his phone open. His gaze was met with the pictures he had just taken of the two of you in the hall. Your mouth was making a flattering little ‘O’ in surprise to the cheek kiss he had been able to plant on you.

Your skin was so soft under his lips. You smelled like the earth after the rain and freshly bloomed lavender in the spring.

Being so close to you was addicting. By the time you had escalated to playfully poking him, he had to consciously keep every muscle in his body coiled tight to keep from touching every inch of you he could.

He wondered how the rest of you would feel under his hands, what sounds you would make, and what words you would say. He imagined you saying his name, breathless between hurried kisses and shivering from need as he pulled every garment from your body.

Pulling himself out of his boxer briefs with a hiss, it was clear that he was painfully hard. Beginning to softly tease and stroke the skin of the head of his dick, Cater shivered slightly while imagining that it was you doing it.

You would look shyly up your lashes as you repeatedly asked him ‘is that okay?’ or ‘does that feel good?' and he would nod in agreement while placing his hand over yours to make you go faster, grip tighter.

Biting his lip as he scrolled through more photos he had taken of the two of you, he paused on one that had caught you with your shirt partially unbuttoned, clavicle exposed, looking so so perfect to sink his teeth into.

He imagined gripping his hand around your neck to restrict your breathing as he dug bruises into your skin with his mouth, groaning at how good he was making you feel and how much you loved him. Loved him more than anyone. He felt the same, he loved you more than everyone, and everyone else needed to know that too before they got any funny ideas in their heads.

His hand had sped up to a messy beat.

In a moment of desperation, he pulled the collar of his dress shirt into his mouth to stifle his moans. He felt the coil inside of him grow tighter and tighter, his legs shook, his arm cramped, and then relief came in a burst of bliss so strong that he was seeing stars behind his lids.

It felt good, but he knew that it was nothing compared to you.

Wrinkling his nose as he wiped his release off of his hand, Cater threw the paper in the toilet and flushed.

Slowly tucking his tender length back in his pants, he fixed his clothes and washed his hands, mentally making a list of what he needed to prepare for your visit tonight and your ‘date’ on the weekend.

He was going to do anything to have you. He was going to do everything it took to make those dreams a reality if it killed him.

This fic was inspired by the incredibly hot fanart below.

Please give @simpingseafood a like or a reblog (or a million compliments) if you are so inclined, they deserve it!

(Also I hope you don't mind me brain-rotting at length over your gorgeous concept!)

Thank you so much for reading! Love you, reader!

And @ravenlutionary (because you seemed excited at the prospect haha)

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satanscatsworld · 1 year

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*rolls out from under your bed on a car creeper* May I ask if you could do the last prompt about anxiety and triggering situations, but with Lilia and Cater?

TWST boys’ headcanons with an introvert MC who has anxiety, nervous ticks and who always selflessly insert themself into triggering situations! Lilia + Cater!

What are you doing under my b- oh nevermind- lol.

Sure thing! I hope you will like it, I tried my best ^^!

Enjoy <3333333

Part one with Leona, Jamil, Azul, Floyd and Crewel right here.

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Lilia Vanrouge

Oh, that one… How could that one ever miss something about you?

Lilia is sharp when it comes to these things. You see, he’s fairly… Old and experienced, despite not looking like it, and he also raised two wonderful boys that you know well.

He met enough people through ages to learn and read through them.

And you were no exceptions! He could read through you like an open book, and it didn’t take him long before noticing what was going on.

The way you were always saying yes to any request, no matter how awkward it could make you feel, and how busy you were. Oh little one, you just couldn’t say no, could you?

But what also caught his eye, is the was you never turned out anyone, even though the situation triggered you.

Which caused you, and he noticed it pretty quickly as well, to trigger your nervous tics.

He particularly noticed how you would always need to have something in your hands. Be it your rings, or, if you didn’t wear/like jewellery, your phone, your fingers, whatever your hands could grab and crush between them.

Even to the point where it would physically hurt you to do so, you just couldn’t help it when those episodes stroke in.

He didn’t wait long before taking the matter into his own hands though, and soon enough, you would have your boyfriend magically appearing above your head, a sly and cunning smirk on his lips, and scaring the others away.

“Prefect, could you please-” “BOO!” “AHHHh!”

Jokes aside, it would happen a lot. And if people didn’t get the hint, Lilia would tell them himself to grow up and not rely on you for anything and everything, and especially something they know you don’t like to do.

As for your hands, he would help you to take care of them: applying a healing cream, bandages if your nails stabbed your flesh, and he would absolutely not prevent you from nervously holding things in your hands.

Though, to help you calm down he would offer you his hand.

“My, My, Love, one must not refuse a fae’s request, I’ll may end up landing a curse upon you… Haha, gotcha! Just kidding. May you hold my hands? I’m quite the anti-stress par excellence, hehe.”

Cater Diamond

Ay, that one is so underestimated!

Cater may look like he’s an airhead, your typical classmate play-boy, but he’s definitely not and he’s a lot more than that.

He’s actually got quite the observing eye, almost nothing can go past him without him noticing.

He notices when you change your haircut, he knows your favourite things, he notices pretty much anything if that’s about you, his beloved lover.

But this time, only this time, you were the one coming up to him.

It was after a pretty bad triggering episode, the task given to you left you in a pretty bad state, and you struggled very hard. You were so tired of your body not listening to you.

You were so tired of the anxiety crawling on your skin, carving in your flesh, owning your body like its own.

You were also so flustered and awkward after, because some of your classmates happened to witness it, and gave you very heavy weird stares.

You cried in Cater’s arms after that, metaphor or not, when your boyfriend saw your pale and distressed face, he immediately ran up to you and hugged you tight.

Either you tell him or not, he noticed what was going on.

Annnnd you, my friend, is getting pampered!

He wants you to rest, he even gently scolds you for it, and he puts his mind into protecting you even more. That is to say: if he’s not with you, he will tell Adeuce to look out for you more and tell people to scram, if he’s with you, he will wait for you to speak for yourself, and if you can’t, he will for you.

Also! You will often catch him using his unique magic, that literal cheat code, so that even if he’s too busy at the moment, one of his clone will check up on you.

Cater is literally one of the sweetest beans ever, and never judged you for being yourself, especially not in such situations.

#Snuggles #CaringBoyfriend #FavouriteGingerBoy

“MC-ey, look what I got! This is a new plaid blanket, it’s extra soft. Oh, I also got ya one of those essential oil diffusers, I heard it was pretty good to help you calm down with a familiar scent you liked. Here, let’s get comfy!”

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schoenht · 1 year

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[ 𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟒 𝐏.𝐌. ]

"WHY DO YOU LOVE ME?"

Cater asks so very quietly. His long, light orange locks of hair shifted, as if he was bashful and trying to cover his face. Maybe he was trying to hide from you, trying to shield himself from the possible silent answer that said more words than anything. Maybe he wasn't really loved. Maybe-

"Because there's no one else I would rather be with." Your answer came a beat after he asked. "There was no one else I would have chosen. I wanted you and no one else."

His eyes were almost as wide as dinner platters. He could see your figure, sitting as you stared at your textbook, the smallest creases between your eyebrows. You were in total concentration, yet you didn't hesitate.

He loved you, he realized. All those years of never having someone constant in his life, he finally found you. He had been afraid of opening up to you, hiding behind the walls of his optimism and upbeat manner. You had slowly taken those walls down to find who he really was. You didn't even recoil, instead loving him for who he was. It had taken him a while to understand his feelings and how his vulnerability with you was not as bad. He just had to show you.

He didn't believe in soulmates, he believed in the making of one. You were his. He was yours. Nothing would change that.

"I love you."

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demonichikikomori · 1 year

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Twinsies

Cater Diamond and GN!Reader

Word Count Tumblr: 2.3k+

I think Cater is one of those people where they have matching everything with a partner or close friend. And with his Unique Magic: Split Card, doesn't it make even more sense? I love Sanrio and think that he and Reader should have matching charms, specifically the new KoGal Sanrio release. Okay, last note. So, I actually love Gal/Gyaru fashion. It’s so wild and fun and cute and I love the big hair and wild colors and the long long acrylic nails. I love the history behind the subculture as well and seeing how they came to be. I would gush over the Gyaru subculture more if it didn’t fit my current aesthetic. Hehe, I’m supposed to be a scary demon <3 <3 <3

SUMMARY:

Sam is selling something new today! So you and Cater head to his shop to check it out. The cutest charms you've ever seen is something Cater starts to fawn over, and he asks you to match with him. But, not just for MagiCam likes. But because he wants to be 'Twinsies'.

Tags: Fluff, Reader is referred to as ‘Babes’, it's not what you think

You felt a set of arms slither around your shoulders from behind. You had just left your final class of the day among the sea of students fleeing the wrath of the Professor in charge. You stopped and grazed your fingers over the person's arm with a smile, inhaling the familiar scent of cinnamon cologne as a wavy piece of orange hair playfully tickled your cheek. His chin rested in the crook of your neck as you caught an image of you and Cater Diamond reflected on his phone screen. “Say, cheese!” He winked and you threw up a quick peace sign with a sheepish grin as his thumb pressed the familiar circle icon.

The screen flashed with white film and he freed you from his grip with a toothy smile as he looked over the photo. “That was the best one so far this week babes!” He chirped and began swiping his finger over the picture. He was adding stickers and signing the corner with hearts, diamonds, x’s and o’s. “Lemme see it.” You requested and began walking alongside him through the clearing hall, peeking over to see him decorating your hair with little red and orange hearts.

You and Cater have become… Close. Surprisingly close. You felt as if the bond between you and the social butterfly was platonic, but other times felt a little more romantic than you expected. The way he was able to locate you in a sea of people during mixed school events never failed to amaze you. How casual you guys have grown between one another to share the same drink or bag of spicy chips. How he would come over to the Ramshackle Dorm, just to lay between your legs with his head on your chest while you were resting in bed or laying on the couch. Simply because he missed your company. The thing that made your heart flutter and sing the most was when he walked alongside you as the two of you talked. Especially when he would allow the fingers that weren’t clamped around his phone to graze yours. When he was confident in you returning the sentiment, you walked together with your pinkies hooked together. Neither of you said a word while it happened, and you remained in paired silence until you or Cater broke away to attend classes. Grim thought the casual acts of PDA were not as casual as you thought. Which led you to how you think of Cater now. You didn’t do any of this with Ace or Deuce, and they were your friends. So why was Cater the exception? Why did it feel like you were dating?

Why was it unspoken information that you probably are dating? You just were the last one to receive the memo.

The both of you strolled through the courtyard, passing the blooming apple blossoms high above your heads and the fluttering petals at your feet. “Now that I’ve made my ‘Perfect Prefect Post of the Day’ or, ‘3POTD’ for short, I can finally show you,” He appeared excited as he swiped his thumb over his screen to sort through his many open tabs. You closed in on the phone with curious eyes as he turned his phone to show you the screen. “This!” There were plush characters wearing school uniforms, piled up in a small wicker basket. Each one had colorful pastel gems stamped on their cheeks, holding little flip phones in their pawed hands. You recognized the fashion as your world’s equivalent of ‘Kogal’. The subculture was resurfacing in current times but you didn’t think that Twisted Wonderland would have anything like that. Although… Cater sometimes felt like the male equivalent of what was known as ‘Gal’.

“Aren’t they soooo so cute? Apparently Sam got a mix up in his usual shipment and he posted these, hoping they’ll sell on campus. I wanted to grab two for my sisters, and of course a matching pair for us to help him out.” He beamed, clearly hopeful that you would agree to go with him. A warmth bloomed in your chest and you imagined how it would look to have a matching charm with Cater. Grim would definitely call you dense if you just viewed this as a friend thing. “These two, don’t they look like a matching pair?”

You asked as you pointed to the photo. There was a white rabbit wearing a baby pink colored hat nestled right beside the one wearing a black hat with a pink skull printed on the front. The design choice looked as if they were meant to be the two sides of a similar coin. “I think you’re right. Maybe they’re sisters?” He suggested and you slowly narrowed your eyes. They looked… Familiar. But you weren’t sure how you recognized them. Were they cartoon characters? “It’s weird that I’ve never seen these characters before anywhere online. I searched them up like crazy because I wanted to show you but, nothing came up.” He sighed and turned off his phone with a frown.

“Even if I don’t know their names, I can’t deny their uniforms are like major league adorbies.” It was clear he didn’t want to buy something he didn’t know anything about, but the wrath of not sending his older sisters a souvenir like this outweighs everything else.

But these rabbits matched more than the dog and the cat. You wanted to match with Cater. “They are super cute… Let’s get those two rabbits then!” You suggested with a cheerful expression. You would have to silently apologize to his older sisters when you officially met them. The two of you walked side by side to Sam’s shop, passing other student’s as Cater took an occasional photo of his day to day. You could feel his free hand brushing against yours and you locked your pinkies together like always. The walk there was filled with Cater venting about how boring classes were without you and how Riddle had been all over him after scoring lower than usual on a test. “He needs to seriously chill sometimes.” Cater grumbled and used his free hand to scroll through his phone as you walked alongside each other. “It’s because he’s a Virgo Male. The stars really let him down.” The student rolled his eyes and began observing himself in his phone camera with a scowl. “I wonder if you and I are compatible. I’ll have to check later. Oh, but even if the stars say we aren’t, I can make it work out.” He laughed as you felt your ears start to burn.

He would make it work out. Even if the stars said there was zero chemistry between you, he was willing to make it work out.

As you reached Sam’s shop, your pinkies became unlinked the moment Cater pushed open the creaky wooden door. You admired the small decorations from outside the shop as you followed after him. Soft jazz music was playing overhead as Sam waved you in with a wide smile. His white makeup was absent today as he sat on top of his counter, one leg crossed over the other. “My little Imps, welcome in! What are you looking for? I know I have it in stock.” He purred as Cater pulled up the photo of the strange animal characters in school uniforms. “Where did you put these guys? I saw you posted them earlier and honestly they are to DIE for.” Cater beamed and Sam squinted his eyes at the phone as if to get a better look. “Oh, the strange toys that came in shipment! I wasn’t sure where to actually put them, they’re over in the corner.” He motioned to the far depths of the shop where shrunken heads were kept in jars and bizarre jewelry hung from the walls. You followed Cater past all the strange things, sticking close as you marveled at everything around you. Then you reached the basket where the stuffed animals resided. Fashionably dressed in school uniforms with their colorful flip-phones stitched to their paws. There were other things as well. Hair charms, school bags, stickers, and rhinestone phone cases. You marveled at the colorful sight of things that felt so familiar, but you weren’t sure how. You grabbed the matching rabbits and held them beside each other.

They looked… Not very sisterly. Something told you that maybe there’s a reason they looked so similar yet so different. “Are they…?” The rabbits looked more like ‘friends’ than sisters. Cater admired the pair in your hands and pointed to the pink one with a smile. “Ohh, can I have this one?” He asked and pressed his shoulder against yours. You nodded and quickly handed it over, your thumbs brushed over each other as he held the pink rabbit in his hands. Her surprised expression complimented the smirk of the more mischievous looking rabbit between your now sweating palms. “Cuuuute, wow I love their outfits so much. If we were officially co-ed, I’m asking the Headmage to make our uniforms look like these.” He chirped and held the plush toy out to you, bumping her face against the smirking characters.

As if they kissed.

Cater was scrolling through his phone again and snapped a quick picture of the stuffed animals beside each other. Most likely for a later post once the two of you left. “Ugh, I seriously can’t get over these. I guess my sisters will like the other two. I hope they don’t get mad that you and I are taking these two.” He snorted as you looked at the cat and dog laid in a basket among other duplicates. They were an odd pair. You could understand why Cater feared his older sister's frustrations. But it’s not like they knew where the characters even came from. But even though he was worried over the opinions of his siblings, he put you first. You could feel something swell in your chest, a newfound confidence to hear what Cater might say if you popped a question.

“Why did you want to match with me in the first place?” You spoke up as your heart fluttered in your chest. You refused to look at Cater as you awaited his response, you trained your eyes on the stuffed toy in his hands instead. The scenarios played through your head over what he would say as you stood together in silence. The cold jingling chain draped itself over your knuckles as you gulped. Because he wants to be more than friends? Because he wants everyone to know that you two are a pair? Because he loves you?

“Oh, because we’re friends Babes! Why else?” His response was innocent and you felt your chest start to ache. Friends? Was that really it? You forced a smile as you fiddled with the thin chain attached to the rabbit wearing a black hat. "Well, yeah we are... But-" You cut yourself off, wondering if maybe you would have interpreted his affections wrong. The air fell dead between you two. You felt a sour taste in your mouth. “Do you still want to match with me? We don’t have to if you don't want to. I mean, I just thought since we're so close you'd like to.” He sounded concerned now as you were crushing the plush character in your hands now. Her little face had become contorted from the strangulation. You didn't want Cater to worry. You looked up and nodded quickly. Blinking back tears that had welled in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. You refused to cry. Especially over a misinterpretation that could have been avoided. “I would love to, twin.” You smiled, trying to fight back the urge to sob. Cater seemed even more worried now as he pulled out his phone. “Can we take a picture?” He asked and inched closer, noticing other students had pooled into the small store, far away from the corner the two of you were tucked in. You nodded again, feeling foolish that you were the only person viewing his affections as more than just friendly skinship. You wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. “Here, I have an idea for a pose, hold your plush towards me.” He suggested softly, but he wasn’t smiling. His expression looked serious as you lifted your arm weekly. Your grip on the rabbit had tightened and you sniffled, fighting back any distressed sounds and Cater pulled you closer, tucking his arm around you for only a short moment. The action made your eyes widen and he leaned in to kiss the stuffed character crushed in your palm. He bumped his mouth against her smirk, while the rabbit plush he held was pressed delicately against your lips.

And there was the flash of a camera.

Your bashful and shocked expression was captured and frozen in time. Forever living in the storage space of Cater Diamond’s phone until he sent it to you.

Cater was staring down at you, leaf green eyes held a familiar softness as you felt yourself start to crumble. The tears rolled down your face, but the two of you remained still. “I’m sorry…” He apologized and pulled away from you. A curled piece of orange hair tickled the skin of your face, akin to a farewell kiss. His plush was gripped tightly in his hand as well now as he frowned, looking over the photo. Your eyes were glistening with tears, it was almost like Cater had teased you to the point of sobbing and dared to snap a picture. "Listen Babes, I think maybe we should-" You shook your head quickly and let out a sound of distress to silence him from continuing. With tears streaming down your face in furious rows you sniffled back dripping snot and pulled a smile onto your face. “It's just allergies, Twin.” You let out a weak laugh, and choked back a wail as Cater thumbed your tears away with a pout.

Twinsies is good enough.

Twinsies is close enough.

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bunnypansy · 1 year

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This is How to Fall in Love With Me! (Pt. 1)

Rated E, for EVERYONE!

A short film detailing how our cast acts when they're in love with you, with a little confession at the end!

Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, and you, dear viewer

Beware! This film contains: fluff mostly, most of these are probably ooc because I haven't even played ch 1 of twst, accidental Cater favoritism?, tiny bit of angst in Cater’s, a miniscule bit of spice in Trey’s

Riddle Rosehearts

To call Riddle inexperienced in matters of the heart would be a serious understatement

Riddle's only experience with romance would be crushes on portraits in textbooks, cus Lord knows he hardly interacted with others his age

So when Riddle gets feelings for you, he's not even sure what's happening

It starts small, he finds himself flustered at little things you do for no reason

He's more lenient with you, always finding a little excuse as to why you didn't have to follow this particular rule

He helps you study, parts extra close attention, and actually feels bad if he scolds you too harshly

Riddle doesn't even notice until Ace complains, loudly, and ruins everything for you

After that, Riddle swings in the opposite direction- hard

His expectations for you become harsh, nearly impossible, and his gentle scolds become downright brutal

Riddle becomes stricter with you than anyone else in Heartslaybul

He feels guilty for being so hard on you, of course, but he has a reputation to maintain!

It takes Trey sitting him down and having a nice long chat with him before Riddle actually realize how he feels

Congrats Riddle, you're officially the last person to figure it out

In terms of confessions, I think Riddle is very traditional; he doesn't know a lot about romance, and assumes the classic way is the best way

Riddle would ask you to meet him somewhere romantic after classes and apologize for the way he's been treating you

But then he brings out the roses and chocolate (definitely not made by Trey)

He's very nervous, but tries to stay straightforward and clear

Even though he's a flustered mess

The woods behind campus could be beautiful at the right time of day- just a week or so ago Riddle had taken you out here to study. How things changed so soon; you hardly had time to recall such memories with all of the reprimand you've been receiving. Riddle had gone from roses to thorns so quickly, and you just couldn't place why, but the turn stung.

Of course you're angry, you'd been led on and rejected in less than three full weeks, it was enough to make one- well, mad as a hatter. When Riddle had summoned you out to woods at sunset for a "private matter", you nearly ghosted him. What had he done to earn your time and attention as of late? But, even angry, the truth rang clear; you were weak for Riddle and you still wanted to give him a chance. Part of you hoped Riddle would take it all back, and things would return to the way they were.

So you showed up- late, because you were still hurt, and that felt like a tiny revenge. By the time you arrived at the requested spot, Riddle was leaned back against a tree, a pensive expression over his soft features and an obscenely large bouquet of roses in guys arms.

When you get close enough, Riddle visibly perks up, a fine twitch in his lips hinting at a smile. "You… you're late."

You're unimpressed, crossing your arms with a displeased look. "You're lucky I showed up at all."

Riddle wilts the smallest bit and you catch a flicker of guilt in the stormy blue of his eyes as he lowers his head. "I know I've been harsh towards you recently, I'm very sorry." The plastic surrounding the roses crinkles as he tightens his grip. "I was overemotional, and immature and I vow on the Queen's name to change my behavior, so I will never hurt you again."

Riddle looks up from the grass to your face; he's biting his lip, waiting for a response. You don't give him one, only gesturing for him to go on.

"But," he swallowed hard, going red and sweaty in the cheeks as he held the bouquet out to you, "I feel quite deeply for you, and I hope my recent poor behavior doesn't stop you from at least thinking about reciprocating my feelings?" Riddle looks so red you're worried he'll catch fire.

You're petty, but you're not a moron. Being lenient, then harsh, now a confession? You can connect the dots.

You've been silent for too long now, it's making him nervous, and Riddle starts to back peddle. "I'm, I'm sorry," he starts pulling his bouquet of roses back towards his chest, "you're upset with me, I realize now that the timing is poor, please forget-"

"Let's go on a date." You quickly catch his hands, watching Riddle flinch lightly. "This weekend."

Now it was Riddle's turn to stare, to swallow hard and nod. "Yes… let's."

You carefully maneuver the ridiculously enormous bouquet from his arms into yours. He'd clearly picked the very best from Heartslaybul garden, some of the blooms rivaled your face in size and the menagerie was a struggle to hold with one arm.

“Now get those chocolates out of your blazer pocket,” you held your palm out to Riddle expectantly, “They’re going to melt like that.”

He’s still dumbfounded, gawking like a moron before he finally snapped to it and dug the box out of his inner breast pocket, placing it in your awaiting hand with an apprehensive look. “I- I had Trey make them, since I’ve never made chocolate, and I wanted them to be good… But I picked out the box, tied the ribbon and picked the roses myself.” You nearly chuckle at his fragile display of pride. The box is small, a red-velvet color topped with an ivory ribbon that had been knotted so many times over it resembled the bloom of a rose. You pulled on the ribbon’s tail, watching the bow slip loose and give you access to the box. “Yeah, I know. I saw you do all that.” You popped a chocolate into your mouth. “I figured out you were gonna confess days ago.” “You what?” At this rate, Riddle’s head might explode.

“Well first I saw you pacing in the garden and picking the biggest roses you could find, then when I saw you trimming the thorns in the kitchen,” you swallow your chocolate before you continue, “and Trey making chocolate, which he never does, I caught on. I was mad at you so I didn’t say anything.”

Riddle brushed his hair back with a flabbergasted look, this was much more of an ordeal than he’d expected. “Oh-kay, then do you also…?”

“Yeah.” You close the box of chocolates, and tuck it into the ribbon holding the bouquet together. “Obviously I like you too.”

Trey Clover

I don't think he's inexperienced, per say, just a bit disinterested

He's never had much time to pursue the crushes he's had, and he's always been acutely aware that a relationship at young age is likely to end quickly anyway

Trey's been too busy taking care of his siblings and helping out with the bakery to think about anything else

Trey got a lotta nerve telling off Riddle for not recognizing his feelings -_-

Dealing with Trey is a bit like pulling teeth (pun intended)

At first, Trey is going to baby you.

Reminding you brush your teeth, do your homework, wake up on time- it's like having a parent

Not sexy Trey :/

His first instinct is to just take care of people he cares for, and you're going to have to smack him out of it

Once he stops treating you like his little siblings, things are much better

He's flirty in a subtle, might-just-be-friendly way

I don't think Trey would like a traditional confession

It's much more likely you two are gettin' a lil touchy when you're hanging out and somehow things turn into Trey kissing you

That's when he confesses.

Is it particularly romantic? No

But I think Trey believes the best relationships come from the strongest of friendships

You and Trey were closer than close, it was probably annoying to everyone else. All the touching, the teasing, the lingering glances; tension was clearly heavy.

On this particular occasion, Trey was working his way through a large batch of chocolate croissants and had asked you for help, though you wouldn't describe your role as "helpful". Perhaps entertaining, or maybe distracting.

By now, Trey should be done piping the chocolate into his pastries, but he found himself a bit preoccupied with your antics; it was a full time job chasing you away from the chocolate sauce.

You were sat down on the counter, positioned on the only remaining clear space, between bags of sugar and a puddle of flour- Trey had yet to clean that up, he liked the doodles you made in the flour too much to erase them so quickly. The man himself stood beside you, less than a yard away as he hunched over a tray of croissants, pressing one end of the piping bag into the pastry and squeezing the middle to fill the pastry with chocolate.

Trey had this lovely little quirk when he’s deeply concentrated, poking his tongue between his lips. He was too focused on his piping to pay attention to you, right…? Your eyes darted between Trey and the bowl of chocolate cream, a hand slowly slithering towards the mixture. Trey wouldn’t mind if you snuck just a dollop of chocolate. Sure you'd gotten away with your crimes, you flicked your fingertip through the whipped chocolate, only to feel a pressure around your wrist a heartbeat later.

"You're worse than Ace and Deuce." Trey had set aside his piping bag to trap your wrist in his strong fingers. "You could just wait for me to finish and eat a croissant instead of the filling, you know."

You wrinkled your nose at his teasing, lunging forward to smear chocolate across his soft cheek. "That's for saying I'm worse than Tweedledum and dumber."

Quick to retaliate, Trey swiped up a fingerful of chocolate and plopped the dollop on the tip of your nose. "Stop wasting chocolate." He scolded gently.

"Says you, hypocrite." With a wide smile, you scooped the chocolate from your own nose and jabbed at Trey once more, giggling as he veered away from your attack.

Though you aimed for his nose, hoping for revenge, but with Trey's attempt to dodge, you ended up painting the corner of his mouth in chocolate.

"Ah - come on…" Trey sighed, raising a hand to touch his chocolate face paint. "You're such a handful, you know that?" He sounded tired, but he smiled anyway.

It was hard not to roll your eyes. "Oh whatever, come here and I'll clean it up." You motion for Trey to come closer, a hand resting on top of a kitchen rag.

Getting Trey to comply was far from a difficult task; he leaned in close, bracing himself on the counter beside you. Your fingertips brushed his jawline, angling his face to better give yourself access. Gently, you dabbed at the chocolate at the corner of his lips with the washcloth, the two of you so close you could smell the cinnamon toothpaste he used.

With that simple gesture of care, the air felt heavier, like a blanket of tension had settled over the both of you. No words were exchanged, these motions seemed to come to you as naturally as breathing or blinking; the two of you drawing nearer to one another on instinct. Your hands find a resting place on his shoulders and Trey’s settle upon your hips in a way that makes you feel at ease.

His lips are soft and warm, and when you pull apart can’t help but note that Trey tastes like chocolate and mint-cinnamon. You subtly swiped your tongue over your lips to catch the traces of his taste, watching as Trey did the same. A heavy silence hung over your shoulders, a weight that held you both in place.

“I’m sorry,” Trey’s voice comes out as a quiet rumble, his face a soft peachy flush as he turns away, “I didn’t ask.” You squeeze his shoulders reassuringly, pulling Trey’s amber eyes back to you. “Hey, I didn’t either.” You point out with a good-natured chuckle. “Would-” he cleared his throat, unhappy with the way his voice came out, pitchy and hoarse. “Would you wanna go on a date sometime?” In Trey’s head, it sounded much more romantic and less embarrassing. The way you smiled, wide and excited, soothed his worries. “Took you long enough.”

Cater Diamond

Cater is probably fairly experienced with relationships, but I think it's more along the lines of celebrity crushes

Someone having a crush on him based on his online persona, dating for a short while, breaking up

Or it goes the other way, where he has a rabid crush on someone unattainable, then gets over it

But it's different when it comes to you

The feelings hit hard and fast, as always, and they dull down, as always

But that fiery feeling never really dies, it just gets gentler, flaring up when you do things he's fond of

Cater immediately panics and tries to avoid you when he catches on

Instead of communicating like a rational human

Good luck getting a confession outta this guy

Call him Danny Phantom cus he's about to go ghost

Cater is deeply torn about his feelings, on one hand he really likes you and wants to open up to you

On the other, he’s afraid you’ve grown close with Cay-cay and not Cater Diamond, and he’s scared that if he opens up, you’ll decide you’re not interested

Basically, you’re gonna have to chase him down and corner him

“Sorry, I have to study with Trey today, ttyl? #onthatgrind #grindset” Monday. Tuesday it was “I promised Lilia and Kalim I’d practice extra with them after class, how about Thursday? I pinky swear we’ll chill then!”

During lunches he avoided eye contact, scarcely responded to conversation, and paid attention to anyone but you. By the time Thursday rolled around, Cater came up with a new excuse- he was too tired, or something similarly weak.

You gave up any attempts by the weekend, too busy and too naive to do anything but send a text, which was coldly left on “read”. When the Monday after turned, you gave it a second try, but found Cater impossible to reach. In classes you shared he stayed silent, and left quicker than a blink; during lunch he disappeared, eating in some secondary location he hadn’t deigned to share with his so-called “best friend”.

That day you made a silent vow; should Cater keep this act up for the rest of the week, you’d simply have to track him down by force. If you were to be honest, Cater’s newfound coldness was disheartening to say the least- just a couple days before you’d been closer than ever! Now you couldn’t even hold a conversation long enough to know what you’d done to offend him.

Cater successfully kept up his silent streak for another full week, it was a struggle to stay optimistic in the face of his rejection, part of you just wanted to give up; if Cater didn’t want to be friends anymore, then so be it.

The library seemed like a proper place to be morose during your lunch period, and if you were so desperate for companionship, you supposed a local painting would make for entertaining enough conversation. You wandered about the library aisles in search of a comfortable spot to wallow in, pausing when you saw a particularly gloomy corner; perfect.

Of course, you expected your misery nook to be devoid of life, perhaps another student you hadn’t yet met who had come to commiserate. Who could expect your shock when you rounded the corner and-

“Cater?” The eye contact shared between you was nothing less than awkward, both frozen in your places.

Cater was leaned up against the wall, cross-legged with his lunch tray perched on his knees and his phone in his hand, halfway through chewing when he paused to gawk at you. He swallowed slowly, lips stretching into a nervous smile- he had the odd feeling he’d been caught red-handed.

“Oh, hey…” Cater’s face creased in discomfort, his grin wobbly. “It’s been, like, forever! How are you bestie?”

His stilted words only make your scowl deepen. “What do you think?”

The silence fell once more as Cater cast his gaze to his tray. He tucked his phone into his pocket and slowly got to his feet, food in hand. “Well… Cay-Cay’s gotta run, but we should talk soon-”

When Cater attempts to slither past you, you side step to block his path with a stern refusal. “No.”

Again, Cater awkwardly shuffles to the side, avoiding even looking at you. “But I really should-”

“Run away from me again?” The tension is heightening now, you’ve had quite enough of his flaking and now that you’ve got your prey cornered, you’re not about to let him go. “You gonna make up another lame excuse just so you can get away from me?”

A nervous habit, his hand snakes up to the back of his neck and threads his fingers into the ginger hair on the nape of his neck. “I know it sounds super sus, but I swear we’ll totes hang out soon I’m just-”

“Really busy right now?” You finish his cookie cutter explanation for him and a guilty look passes over Cater’s features. It’s infuriating, it’s painful; salt in the wound and sand in your eyes. “At least tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” He’s quick to blurt it out, but his words fall on deafened ears. “I swear.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” You watch the way Cater opens and closes his mouth, green eyes trained on the floor in shame, his performance has earned him a scoff. “I’m getting tired of you lying to me.”

That’s enough of this, there are other places on campus to eat alone. You turn on your heel to leave, expecting to receive no resistance from Cater, on account of his treatment of you; but instead, his hand locks around your wrist.

“Wait!” Cater’s well manicured nails bite into your skin, then ease up. “Please wait, I’m sorry.”

For some reason, your shoes are rooted to the dusty navy carpet, throat swelled shut with tears; but you don’t tug your hand away from his grip, even when Cater paces a bit closer and lays his head against your shoulder.

“I really suck.” This tone is one you have yet to hear from him, muffled in your blazer.

The admission of guilt grants you your voice, at least enough to make a snarky response. “Have to agree.”

You feel the warmth of your body against his back, wondering if it’s for you or for him. Cater’s voice sounds thick and wet, choked out around bottled up feelings. “I really like you.” The words hang in the air like a spell, rendering you speechless. “I feel dizzy when you laugh or smile, I think it’s cute when you look like a mess, I tell you things I don’t tell anyone else.”

His tropical gum breath trembles against your neck, and the softness of his hand slowly retracts and drops your wrist. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about another person.” You think he doesn’t sound quite like Cater anymore, and then you think he sounds more like himself than he ever has. “It’s a stupid reason, but I’m crazy scared that if I let you in, you won’t like what you see.”

Then he lets out a dry laugh. “I guess I already screwed that up.” Cater’s warmth left your body as he stepped away.

You’re at a loss for a moment, apparently a moment too long because Cater claps his hands together to break the silence. When you look back at him, he’s smiling like he always is. “Well! Sorry I was a tooootal drag there, but that convo was like, super healing!”

“Cater.” If you let him go now, you’ll never get a chance to talk to Cater about his confession again- he’s hardly letting you talk about it now. “I like you too.”

More quiet falls over you as Cater’s carefully constructed personality seems to crumble; his lips tremble, his eyes water. Cater opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t seem to force noise from his lips. You’re not sure you understand what’s happening in his head, but you’d like to, you want to be there for him. The least you can offer in this moment is comfort, warm as you wrap your arms around Cater, desperate to get him to concede to a hug. You squeeze tightly, a promise that you’re not going to leave, a request for him to let you stay.

Finally, Cater manages to choke up one frail word from his tight chest. “Really?”

As always, thank you for coming, readers! I think Cater’s ended up so long because uhm. We are very similar people. Writing for him was almost cathartic.

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When you try to get yourself back into the artistic groove

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dandelionwhisp · 2 years

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Honesty

A Cater Fic (for the dear @jackplushie as well as being inspired by this post from them!! and also huge motivations from various cater fics by @adultish-momma and @forgwater AND MANY OTHERS!!!)

CW?: yelling! swearing! that’s abt it!

MEGA ANGST AND THEN MEGA FLUFF ALERT also OH MY GOEJRNNWHE THIS BOY GAVE ME SUCH A HARD TIME BUT IT WAS PROBABLY BC OF HOW DEEP I WAS TRYING TO DELVE INTO HIS CHARACTER HFHHDHS (though i can def think of more difficult twst characters to write that i will inevitably be writing about sooner or later- COUGH lilia COUGHING VIOLENTLY POMEFIORE) BUT ANYWAY THANKS TO THE FICS OF MANY INDIVIDUALS AND A CERTAIN CATER SIMP, I HAVE GOTTEN A GOOD ENOUGH GRASP (hopefully) TO FINALLY WRITE OUT THIS FIC!!

p.s. this might be slightly out of character but in reality, a person who constantly lies would naturally be ooc when they’ve finally chosen to be honest, right?

without further ado, please, ENJOY!!!!

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“Off.”

“Hm..?” The distracted ginger mumbled, eyes trained on the device in front of him and the soft click of his typing not stilling.

You sighed in frustration. Cater had promised to help out with studying in payment for eating the sweets he bought specifically for his Magicam photos. Even now in front of untouched books, sat an equally untouched piece of chocolate cake he had taken at least thirty different pictures of in the last hour.

“Off. The phone. Now.” Arms crossed, you stared pointedly at him, though his phone and bowed head hid the beautiful green eyes you oh so loved. Not sure if you’d ever tell him that though. You frowned at your thoughts.

He probably wouldn’t even take me seriously.

With the misfortune of falling in love with a man who took nothing seriously, came a lot of self-doubt and regret. Not of loving him, but of yourself and the inability to get any closer to him than you were now.

You tried a lot of things. Bringing in spicy and savory foods to him at lunch behind the excuse of testing out new recipes of which he just happened to cross your mind. He always gave a flirty thanks with the flash of a photo before waving goodbye. For a while, you had invited him along with the other Heartslabyul members to hang out until finally mustering up the courage to ask him out alone, as a friend, of course.

Honestly it was nice, at first. Casual talk and reminiscence of the crazy happenings at home and NRC, you thought you’d finally crossed that untouchable border. But now the distance feels wider than ever before, because it has dawned on you that despite being able to see him every day, everything you know about him (aside from disliking sweets) had already been posted or known by the followers on his account.

It felt like you knew him as well as you’d know the life of any other social media star influencer on Magicam.

But he was good wasn’t he? At hiding behind a screen. Even now, you could barely see his face and he was right. in. front. of. you.

“Cater!” You slammed your hand on the table of neglected textbooks.

“What- What is it?” He finally looked up at you with his pretty green irises, but your built up irritation kept you from flattering him.

He stared at you, absolutely clueless to the inner turmoil you were going through and you felt at important to him as the slice of chocolate cake and astrology books splayed out on the table.

“What in the Great Seven is so damn important that you can’t take your eyes off the phone for even ten minutes to help me study?!”

“Oh... sorry! Haha I guess I got too caught up checking out the current trends again~” He laughed airily which fueled your anger. “Awww why? Was my precious Prefect feeling lonely that I haven’t given you any attention? Don’t worry, Cay-Cay promises to-“

You cut him off. “Yes. In fact I was feeling thoroughly ignored and left out from whatever extremely interesting conversation you were having with that glowing block you call a phone.”

He blinked in surprise and observed your ticked off expression in realization.

Oh. He messed up. Badly.

“Ah....” Scratching the back of his neck, Cater gripped his phone tightly. “I didn’t mean..”

“Just- forget about it. I don’t care.” You were tired. Of everything. If you really didn’t mean anything to him compared to the device in his hand then what was the point in trying at all?

Over and over he’s proven himself to stick to what people say about him. Even as you wanted to and desperately had been trying to reach out to him and were willing to hear everything he could say, even if he didn’t want to tell you, you would’ve just been happy with him telling you he needed time. But he still hasn’t given an inch. Only ignoring all your attempts to reach out. Ignoring your concerns and soft touches of worry. Ignoring you.

Maybe it was time to accept it. It would never be you he’d be staring at. It would never be you he would prioritize. It would never be your hand holding his. It would always be that stupid phone.

“I’m sorry for getting angry. I understand how important maintaining your image is to you so I’ll just go.” You refused to look at him as you stood up and began collecting your books. “I ruined the mood for studying anyway so I’ll.. just ask Trey or Riddle to help me. You can keep.. doing whatever you were doing.”

“Wait-”

As you packed up your things, ignoring his hesitant actions and fumbling words- it suddenly became hard to breathe. Your face felt hot in embarrassment and shame for your outburst and all the times you tried to be better and all the efforts you feel were wasted on being vulnerable around him to try and get to know him more and be someone for Cater to rely on.

I guess you were just too far ahead of yourself. As tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, you reprimanded yourself and swore internally at the foolishness of your weak heart and strong feelings.

Cater, on the other hand, was losing his composure trying to find the right words to say. He obviously made you angry and while haters on the internet were easy to ignore, the wrath of a friend- though perhaps he wishes for you to be more- would be much more difficult to deal with. It would be awkward trying to face you the next day so he had to do something now.

Panicking at your leaving figure, he caught a glimpse of your hurt and teary expression- And froze completely.

Shit.

This is why he put up such a shallow front. Because if he let people in deeper into his life they would start to care. If they cared then they would ask more personal questions about him and his wellbeing. And it was significantly more easier to brush aside harsh criticisms and intimate questions over a screen than in person.

Because when he inevitably pushed people away, when he constantly played on his phone, they wouldn’t feel bad because ‘that’s just how he is.’ Never letting anyone get close enough to see past the light hearted words and silly smile.

He thought he was being so careful! He thought he was doing such a good job! So why, why did you look like that? Why did you seem so broken over something that he was known for? And why did his heart feel so pained at the sight of you?

He reached out to touch your arm, only for you to yank it away hastily.

“Please, don’t.” your voice barely a whisper.

That hurt him. For you to be the one to push him away.

You were always touching him, making him feel warm with your words and maybe he was getting used to it. Your kind attitude and your patience with the way he shrugged you off, but now he realizes that maybe, he’s been taking you and your kindness for granted.

A gentle hand on his arm sent jolts up his spine.

“Hey Cater, you okay..? You seemed a bit sullen back there-”

“Huh? Well if it isn’t the super popular Prefect!

“But Cay-...”

“Try not to touch me like that or else I might mistake it for more~ Unless~ that’s what you wanted me to think? LOL I’m just JK! Thanks for being worried though, you’re making me blush~”

“...Yeah..”

There’s something he had been refusing to admit to himself. Just how much he’s come to treasure you and just how incredibly precious your happiness has become to him. While he may have been doing a good job in pretending otherwise- to you, to others, and to himself- sometimes, when he didn’t realize it and when no one else was looking, he’d glance at the way you ate his sweet treats and he would smile a little wider at your selfies and honest laughter.

The growing hurt in his chest and confused annoyance with himself and with your tearstained cheeks, he blurted something probably more harsh than he intended.

“I don’t understand- Why are you so upset? You- you know I’m like this so is this.. am I really someone to cry over-?”

And where you for so long had wished to press your lips, where you wished you could be allowed to caress, laid a burning red mark as you slapped him across the face.

Cater was left speechless.

“You know, Cater? I’ve realized, you- you really aren’t someone I should have trusted with my heart.” You hated the way your voice cracked in wet, painful anger.

His cheek stung. “What..?” That almost sounded like- No. No that isn’t possible.. that would mean you- could it be..?

He was so stunned he barely registered your next, spiteful words.

“Figure it out yourself. Since you’re so good at reading people.”

Snapping out of his daze, he scrambled towards you, slamming the half opened door before you could reach it. “You can’t just leave me like this! Can’t you give me a chance to do better here!?”

You flinched at the sudden closeness in more ways you were willing to admit. “I’ve been giving you so many chances! I know you’re not stupid Cater! You should know what I’ve been trying to do! That I’ve been trying so hard to get close to you, to understand you!”

“You’re right. I do know.” His mind flashes to the way you brought him all types of food aside from sweets, and how you held out your hand as an invitation to hang out together. He remembers hoping for the hidden meanings behind your flustered face and ever growing smile when you noticed him. He also remembers all the ways he convinced himself otherwise. Suddenly, he truly felt like a stupid, desperate fool. “But I just- I can’t do anything right when it comes to you!”

“Oh so now you’re blaming me?”

“No! You’re completely misunderstanding what I’m trying to- ugh!” He yelled out in frustration.

Why the hell was he the one who was frustrated? You’ve been dealing with this since forever and suddenly you were being the difficult one? “Then what? What the hell are you trying to do aside from pushing me away! All you’ve been doing is lying to me! Not just me- it’s everyone! I don’t even know if you’ve ever been honest to any of us!”

Your whole body was shaking and all your shame had long been replaced with pain and rage. “I thought-” You choked on your tears. “I thought at this point.. I deserved some of your honesty.. Even if only a little bit. Anything- anything except those sugarcoated words of flattery that made my face flush and stomach flutter.. But I get it now- I’m just another person to eat the sweets you’re so sick of. Just- another follower to boost your image.”

“You’re wrong that’s not!-” He tore at his hair in agony as his heart kept breaking. “Like I said, I can’t do anything right when it comes to you because- because, I- because-!” Because what? Because his heart always beats a little louder when you were around? Because of the way your pretty voice made his head swim? Because your smile made him forget all his problems and he was always subconsciously afraid of ruining it like he did now? Because your touch makes him completely helpless and vulnerable in the most wonderfully terrifying ways? And how he wishes he could touch you back without the pretense of a selfie? Because.. Because he-

“What? Because what?” Maybe you were being unfair to him. Maybe you didn’t have the right to act this way. Maybe you were being selfish. But maybe he was too. “See I told you, you only care about that damn phone-”

“Because I love you dammit! If you’d just let me fucking talk then I’d-“ He stopped and clasped his hand over his mouth in horror. He loved you? Where the hell did that come from? That doesn’t even make any-

Oh shit- He cursed again. His eyes widened as more tears streamed down your face, your body wracking with sobs.

“Wait I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell like that wait- I-”

“Did- did you mean it-?”

“..What?”

“That you...” You took a shaky breath. “..love me?”

“I-”

Now’s your chance Cater! Tell them you didn’t mean it- That it was just an accident- just do what you’ve always done. Lie. They’ve given you a chance to put your mask back on so...

He gazed at you once more. At your trembling figure, at your wet, red, eyes. And for the first time, there was a person he could not read. You, despite your vulnerable state, gave nothing away about what you wanted him to say.

He realizes this isn’t a situation he could weasel out of. Not anymore. So, he decides to do something he can’t remember when he last allowed himself to truly be.

He chose to be honest.

“I...” If you listened closely, then maybe you would’ve been able to hear the sound of a mask shattering and a wildly beating heart. “Yeah.. I guess, I do.”

Your hand made contact with his other cheek. This time he stumbled backwards and looked up at you incredulously with a hand on his face. “What the hell-”

“You’re so fucking stupid Cater Diamond.” You fell on your knees in front of him, hitting your fists against his chest in a mess of hiccups and tears. “But I guess I am too- hic, because I can’t- hic, help but love you anyway.”

After a moment of hesitation, he gently. Gently, dared to hold you against his chest, letting a familiar laugh escape his lips. But this time, there was nothing he needed to hide. “You just said I wasn’t stupid earlier, cmon now I’m getting mixed signals here! Haha~”

“You’re the last person I want to hear complaining about mixed signals.” You sniffled in response, landing one last hard smack against him.

“Ow- That was hit number thirty you know? And my face still hurts from what you did eariler- You really pack a punch dont’cha Prefect?”

Rolling your eyes at his sudden lighthearted banter after a particularly grueling and emotionally exhausting confrontation, you buried your face into his chest, letting your residual tears stain his pristine dorm uniform.

“You deserve it you know.”

“Mmm I guess I did~”

“Stop acting like you enjoyed it!”

His body shook with laughter. “Oh~ Of course I enjoyed it! It’s you who’s touching me after all! I never thought I’d get to feel such an intimate connection with y-”

Once again, you cut him off.

This time however, physically.

Cater Diamond hates sweets. He came to realize that at a young age. They make him sick to his stomach and remind him of his force feeding sisters and rotten cavities.

Cater Diamond loves you. He came to realize that a few minutes ago. Maybe longer than that. Definitely longer. You make his stomach flutter and remind him of a warm savory meal and spicy kicks of pleasure on his tongue.

He might become drunk on your taste and the feeling of your lips against his. It’s hot. It’s rich. It’s salty. It’s sweet. But somehow, it doesn’t make him feel sick. Perhaps he loves you more than he hates sweets.

That is the realization Cater Diamond has come to in the present, as his hands pull you in for better access, not unlike, yet completely different from all those times he dragged you into taking a picture with him.

“Enjoy that instead, stupid.” Breathlessly, you leaned back, tilting your head in surprise at the way his eyes glowed in the way you once dreamed it could.

His face scrunched into an expression that would definitely not be considered picturesque, showing you exactly how he felt about the loss of contact, like you had always wanted.

“I wish I had my phone to take a picture of that face you just made.”

“Nooo don’t expose me~” He pouted while tugging on your shirt, silently asking for another kiss.

“Hmmm? What is it Cater? What do you need? Be honest now~” A surge of confidence erupted in you while taking in his disheveled figure. His messy orange locks fell along his face with no tie to secure it, and a smudged red diamond melted into the pink marks left behind by your brutal attacks. While he did deserve it, it didn’t help you from feeling a bit guilty.

Whining, Cater pressed his forehead against yours, allowing a perfect close up of those gorgeous green eyes of his.

“I wanna kiss..~”

“I didn’t know honest Cater was so loud and whiny~!”

“You asked for this!” He whined louder.

“Mmm I did didn’t I...” Your eyes became lidded with months of longing as you finally let yourself cup his flushed cheeks. “For the record.. I like it when you yell.. and when you whine.. and when you speak in weird text language.. and when you cry and laugh and act stupid and when you read the room perfectly. I like everything about you. But I love my Cater most, when he is honest with me.”

He shuddered against you as he fell deeper in love with your words and your actions and you, and made a promise to himself, and to you, that he would love. Love wildly, openly, and honestly, from the bottom of his heart. Because you made the promise to love him for all the he was, is, and will be. As long as he was willing to show it all to you.

He chose to let his eyes that you gazed at so lovingly, paired with a soft and broken “thank you.” tell you the promise he kept locked within his heart.

Where you both met, once more in a place so deliciously soft, sweet, savory and sincere, you knew it marked the beginning of a lot more tears and a lot more change and a whole lot more love.

And honestly? You had always known,

He would be worth every second of it.

#ITS FINALLY DONE #i pray that ive done him justice!!#thank you for all the encouragement and support from everyone!!#mwah mwah i hope it was an enjoyable read ily all SM #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst writing #cater diamond #cater x yuu #cater x reader #twst cater #cater x mc

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michelletsw · 1 year

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Could you a Jamil and Cater request of their s/o seeing them with their hair down for the first time? You’re choice if it’s during something sweet or a makeout 👀

Ooo~ I like the way you think lol!

First of all can we talk about how fine both of these men are with there hair down✨️✨️

Warnings ⚠️ none really

GN s/o beginning of relationship more on the wholesome side with.. Implications ( ͡°³ ͡°)

Voice lines are colored as always y/n is pink jamil is orange and cater is in red

Also I recently got asked why I color the voice lines so ima just put it out here lol I do it so your not staring at a simple colored page when reading it, helps them pop more :>

Jamil

You and jamil have only been dating for a few weeks now meaning this would be the first time your staying the night over in scarabia, making your way through the halls till you reach jamils room. You open the door with out thinking and call out to jamil, he was siting at his desk finishing up schoolwork. Jamil truns to you about to say something but stops confused at your expression, starstruck, completely in awe looking at his hair that, till now you've only seen in braids and tied up. You didn't think it would be so beautiful out of its normal style. Jamil speaking up asks "what in the world are you doing?" His words snapping you out of your thoughts you apologize and walk in the room completely, closing the door and puting your stuff down, nothing but confusion in his voice he asks "what was that about?" Hesitant with your words you tell him what you where thinking "oh- I was just shocked from your hair. Not like in a bad way, I mean it's just so beautiful when it's down like this I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous then you already where.." jamil just sat there completely destroyed from what you said boys whole face is red, turning away from you and pulling the hood up from his jacket to hide his face "thank you.." he barely got that out poor boy was getting kicked in the stomach from butterflys now how was he supposed to make it till tomorrow morning..

Cater

Even tho you've been together for about a few weeks now you've never seen his hair down. Today you had some extra free time and decided to drop off some snacks after caters band practice, you went ahead and bought some chips and a few other things you knew he would injoy and making your way to his dorm room to surprise him. You placed the snacks on his desk and sat down on his bed till he got back. He walks through the door and let's out a surprised "oh! Y/n what are you doing here" you couldn't respond to his question as he shut the door and placed his stuff down all you could do was stare at him. His normally tied back hair was now in a side part and damn did he look fine. Cater looking back at you with a confused smile still waiting for you to answer, but you just kept staring at him. Noticing the snacks you put on his desk he asks "what are the snacks for?" Breaking your train of thought to look over at the stuff you brought over "what.. oh! I um wanted to surprise you after your practice.." it seems he was the one that surprised you instead not even focusing you accidentally say "your hair looks really pretty like this.." out load, you didn't mean to. That was meant to be in your head you panic when you see caters face in shock trying to fix your wording and make it sound better only causing him to laugh and make his way to you he grabs your chin and kisses you "thank you, I'll have to wear it down more often" he say with his signature wink and smile.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x y/n #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland gn #jamil x y/n #jamil x reader #jamil x yuu #twst jamil #twisted wonderland jamil #jamil viper #cater x y/n #cater x reader #cater x yuu #twst cater #twisted wonderland cater #cater diamond

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iamyoursimper · 2 years

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What do you think the kids will look like and how many will they have? Heres my opinion.

Heartslabyul edition ✨

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

2 kids ( girl,boy)

The eldest has riddles red, back length hair, the signature two prominent strands of hair on top of her head fall forward and forms a heart shape. She has big round Bluish-gray eyes, a fair-skinned young lady that is considerably taller than most of her peers. She is often seen with a beaming smile.

The youngest has Mc's/Yuu's black, slick back hair, the signature two prominent strands of hair on top of the baby hair fall forward and forms a heart shape. He has Bluish-gray eyes, a fair-skinned young man that is taller than most of his peers. He is often seen with a serious expression

Trey Clover 🍀

3 kids ( boy, girl,boy)

The eldest has Mc's/Yuu's black, shoulder-length,low ponytail hair, with deep green highlights hair tip. He has thicker-than-average eyebrows . His eyes are a warm hazel. He is a tall, fair-skinned young man. He is often seen with a clever smirk.

The second child has Mc's/Yuu's black,tailbone length, soft and slightly wavy hair, with deep green strands half-way at the end of her hair. Her eyes are a bright cognac color. She is a tall,fair-skinned young lady. She is often seen with an energetic smile.

The youngest has Trey's deep green, short and fluffy hair and black highlights at his hair tip. His eyes are a chocolate brown color and he always wears his black, full-rimmed glasses. He is a tall and fair-skinned young man. He is often seen with an energetic smile.

Cater Diamond ♦️

3 kids ( boy,boy, girl)

The eldest has Mc's/Yuu's black, waist length hair, and has all the hair gathered and secure into the mid-section on top of his head, his bangs fall loosely at his face. His eyes are green. He is a tall, fair-skinned young man . He is occasionally shown having small fangs when his mouth is open. He is usually seen with a serious look on his face.

The second child has cater's light orange, shoulder length, and black highlights hair tip. His eyes are emerald green . He is a tall, fair-skinned young man. He is occasionally shown having small fangs when his mouth is open. He is usually seen with a friendly smile on his face.

The youngest has Mc's/Yuu's black, fluffy and soft wavy,tailbone length, high ponytail hair, and light orange strands half-way at the end of her hair. Her eyes are jade green. She is a bit taller than average, fair-skinned young girl who is occasionally shown having very small fangs when her mouth is open. She is usually seen with a cheeky smile.

Ace Trappola♥️

2 kids (girl,boy)

The eldest has ace's ginger red, down to bottom length, fluffy,high ponytail hair,that flips up at the ends, and average length bangs that fall around her face. Her eyes are a scarlet red color. She is of average height, a fair-skinned young lady. She is often shown with an energetic smile.

The youngest has Mc's/Yuu's black,fluffy hair, that cuts short in the back and a bit longer around his face, that flips up at the ends. He is a tall, fair-skinned young man. He is often seen nagging his older sister.

Deuce Spade♠️

3 kids(girl,girl,boy)

The eldest has deuce's dark navy blue, neatly-combed, low ponytail hair, average length bangs and side bangs that fall around her face . Her eyes are a bright cyan color. She is of average height, fair-skinned young lady. She is often seen with a serious or determined expression.

The second child has Mc's/Yuu's black,lower back length, neatly-combed hair, and has the mid portion of her braided neatly, with short side swept bangs. Her eyes are a baby blue color. She is a tall, fair-skinned young lady. She is often seen with an energetic smile.

The youngest has Mc's/Yuu's black, neatly-combed, slick hair, his bangs fall loosely at his forehead. His eyes are a bright honey brown color. He is a tall, fair-skinned young man. He is often seen with a serious or determined expression.

#twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #mc/yuu #ilikemakinghashtags #idontknowwhattohashtaganymore #ace x yuu #deuce x yu #deuce x yuu #cater x yuu #trey x yuu #riddle x yuu

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yan-lorkai · 2 months

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Are you still taking the yandere alphabet? Can I ask for Cater with J and K?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Cater is used to hide behind a mask, to pretend, you wouldn't even know he is jealous. His face, the tone of his voice, everything remains the same, if anything he is a little more clingy with you, smothering you with his love. He is like a silent bomb waiting to snap but he's not gonna blow on his darling, never, he doesn't like scaring you. The others though? They're better run because he is terrifying when he is jealous.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Super duper mega doting boyfriend. He’s going to dote and care for you to an almost overwhelming degree. He is just so lovestruck with them, he can't help but introducing you to the latest trends and trying them with you, spoiling you, playing guitar for you, taking pics with you, though those pics are never founding their way to magical, they are for his eyes only. You're just so mesmerized and he is so in love with you, he may even show you his true colors in the future.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere cater #yandere cater diamond #cater x reader #cater x mc #cater x yuu #yandere cater x reader #yandere cater x mc #yandere cater x yuu #event: yandere alphabet

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treysimp · 2 years

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Violent Delights (Part 2)

Part 1 // Part 2 (This Part!) // Part 3 (Coming Soon!)

It's time lovelies! Happy Halloween event and I hope you enjoy this next chapter!

Words: 5.8k

Tags: smut, yandere, masturbation, unhealthy behavior, obsessive behavior, reader’s body not described nor are pronouns used.

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Exhausted from your obligations but giddy at the prospect of getting to see Cater, you trudged your way to Heartslabuyl from the main campus. Crowley wasn't kidding when he called these people VIPs, half of the questions they had for you were about the allocation of the school budget, year-over-year enrollment metrics, and asking what kind of tax credits you all qualified for. You wouldn't know the answer to those questions about any school you attended in your previous schools, let alone an academy in some magical la-la land. Business people were a breed that you would never understand, regardless of how the economy worked (which you highly doubted any of your schooling could have prepared you for anyway).

Arriving at Cater's door, you knocked shyly. You knew that he had invited you to come by, but it was pretty late and you didn't want either of you getting in trouble for running around too late.

You gave it a second and there was no response. Weird. Not very like him. You tried to knock again, a bit harder this time. The door slightly creaked open from the impact, and you could hear some sort of noise inside.

Cater did say that you could come by any time. Maybe he had headphones on?

You stepped in gingerly and your jaw dropped at the sight. Nope, nope it wasn't headphones. He wasn't wearing much of anything.

“Oh? Finally done? How long was that tour for?” Asked Cater, wet skin glistening and fluffy white towel hanging dangerously low over his hips. You could see a slight peek of red curls extend over the hem of said towel and you wanted to faint on the spot.

“J-just now! Should I come back? You seem… busy.” You say, barely restraining the shake of your voice while you use every bit of self-restraint not to ogle the guy in front of you.

Cater laughed like a chime on a windy day and shook his head.

“I’m not busy at all, let me put on shorts real fast. Come on in.” You nodded and listened, purposely turning yourself towards the wall as you heard the shuffle of fabric behind you. Would there be any harm in looking? Just a bit? Ugh, yes of course there would be! He could catch you, stupid!

“All done!”

You spun back around to sadly see Cater fully dressed in shorts and a tee. He was digging through some drawers in his room until a sudden ‘AHA’ snapped you from the progress of your eyes wandering the curves of his body and comparing him clothed to how he looked without them.

“Here!” Cater exclaimed. He was holding a beaded chord in his hand with a glimmering little stone.

“A bracelet?” You questioned. It looked like a friendship bracelet that you would make for your friends as a child. It was well done, you particularly liked the large diamond-shaped bead at the center.

“They’re supposed to grant wishes!” Cater exclaimed excitedly, showing a similar bracelet to the one he was presenting you on his arm. “I know it’s silly, but I saw it and thought of you.”

Your ears were burning. That was so adorable of him. You held out your arm to him and motioned to your wrist with the other.

“Go ahead, put it on.” You asked, suddenly feeling even warmer than you had when you had walked in on Cater being only half-dressed.

Cater nodded and started getting to work on getting the bracelet secured. He seemed to be struggling to tie it, but the determined look in his eyes made you want to giggle.

You could feel the body heat radiating off of him from the proximity. It was comforting, and it made you want to snuggle into him and doze the night away. After finally overcoming the struggle of securing the bracelet, Cater took his hands away and grinned widely.

“Now we’re twinning! Let me get a pic.” Cater pulled your hand into place over a cute area rug and forced you to do a few poses of your hand in his, making a heart, entwining your fingers, and double peace signs. It was all so innocent but you were so flustered from seeing him so bare earlier that it felt like much more of an endeavor. “Perfect!” He exclaimed, straightening the photos, adding filters, and smoothing out the skin of both of your hands.

“T-thank you for the gift.” You said shyly, examining the bracelet on your wrist and cradling it like it was a valuable family heirloom. “I ah, I need to go back to Ramshackle.” You trail off, hoping to sound tired rather than flustered at this relatively innocent series of events. Okay, mostly innocent.

Cater smiled and walked you to the door, “Thank you for coming over! Do you want me to walk you back?” He asked, eyes shining with concern while he placed his warm palm on the small of your back.

“No thanks! I gotta… I’m good, thank you.” You shakily replied. You didn’t know how much more your heart could handle.

“Okay! Stay safe, I’ll text you about our date tomorrow.” Cater said with a wave and a wink.

You nodded, waving and ambling about until you saw that Cater had shut his door. Once you were in the clear, you proceeded to speed-walk back to Ramshackle as fast as your feet could carry you.

You had one more problem though, the dream.

Your dreams that night had played out innocently enough, you were back in front of Cater’s door, quietly knocking and waiting for him to respond. Unlike reality though, it wasn’t Cater in a towel that you had walked in on.

He was completely bare, one leg propped up on the end of his bed while the other one was pumping his length as his mouth hung open in a silent moan.

You froze, taking in the scene. He looked heavenly, like a marble statue, soft-sculpted muscles taut from strain. His face was deeply flushed, his eyes screwed shut. Beautiful.

Cater opens his eyes and stares right at you with a smirk, as if he was fully aware that you were here and you wanted him.

“Are you going to just stand there, or help me?” He cooed, slick hand and reddened length glistening in the low light.

You tried to respond but your voice wouldn’t come out. Cater didn’t stop, he just moaned one word.

Your name.

But-!

You bolted up from surprise at the screech of your morning alarm. You blindly felt for your phone and turned it off, burying your face into your hands with a deep sigh.

How were you going to be able to look Cater in the eyes now?

Cater stood outside Heartslabuyl, his hair down, wearing a more casual look than either the school uniforms or the dorm uniform typically gave him. He had been spending time daydreaming about what you might be wearing, he hoped that you looked just as nice as you had for the tours. His mind wandered to the face you had made when you walked in on him the other night, eyes wide in shock, hand covering your mouth as you tried to tear your eyes off of him. Luckily for him, you were far too obvious about the way your eyes had caressed across the planes of his body. He wished that he had been able to press his head to your chest to hear the change in your heartbeat.

"Cater!" You called, and he spun around happily.

You looked embarrassed, eyes darting around in a clear struggle to look him in the face. You're so cute!

He couldn't wait to see all the other faces he could get you to make with his body alone. He’s so glad that he went with the ‘just showered’ plan.

"Did you wait long?" You asked, even though you had arrived five minutes early yourself.

He had gotten here forty minutes early actually. He was way too giddy to do anything else. It's not that he expected you to arrive that early yourself, more that the joy he felt while waiting for you was so exhilarating, it felt like he could fly without a broom.

"I just got here." He said with a charming smile, pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on with his foot. "Do you wanna get going, cutie?"

You laughed a little and slapped at his arm, shushing him. Cater caught the hand that you had slapped him with in one of his own, taking off at a run while pulling you behind him.

"The bakery will be all out of pastries if we don't hurry!" He yelled, urging you forward with mutual laughter and stumbling.

Thankfully the bakery wasn't all that far, but you are both huffing and puffing from the run, leaning against the glass to look at the mouth-watering confectionery contained within.

You still seemed awkward from last night, but it seems like he had succeeded in breaking the ice between the two of you for the time being. Your eyes were glued to a particularly good-looking pastry, mentally adding up how much spending money you had and how many snacks you could buy in total. Since you were going to get more allowance for your groceries this week, you had a little extra for fun things.

"Do you know what you want?" Cater asked, leaning so that his face was just a few inches from where you had been squishing your nose against the bakery glass.

You felt your face growing hot yet again as you flashed back to him from your dream last night, the way high thighs quivered, the sweat rolling down his cheek that caused his wavy hair to stick to his face, the veins in his arms as he-! Oh god, oh god, stop stop stop.

You reached up and slapped yourself on both of your cheeks, the sound of the clap causing Cater to flinch. You were sure you looked crazy, but you didn't know where you could get a cold shower in the middle of town.

"Y-yeah, I want the profiterole I think." You replied, voice shaking and eyes slightly watering from the sting of your self-inflicted horny-jail punishment. He was your friend still, and you saw him in an embarrassing and vulnerable moment. It's wrong to be so aroused by that! It was wrong but...

Looking up again at Cater, his eyes were seductively half-lidded as he looked down at you, his eyes practically looking like they were glowing. Man, you were in denial, but he was beautiful, wasn't he?

"The profiterole, huh?" He replied, looking at the treat that you had indicated. "If I get the maple bar, would you split both with me?"

You nodded fervently, you had been between both of those anyway, this was a win-win. Cater laughed at your obvious enthusiasm.

"Okay, let's grab those and set up a picnic somewhere." Cater walked inside and almost instantly walked out with the two pastries. You were surprised, isn't this place usually busy? You tried to peek behind Cater, but he somehow kept swerving just right to block your vision.

"We got lucky, I guess!" He replied, shoving the bag with the food into your hands and pushing you towards the park he had pointed out just a minute before.

He had called ahead and had the two items put aside for him. He couldn't risk your date being ruined by your favorite treats being out. He knew you would want the profiterole or the maple bar, so he grabbed both and decided to just take the one you didn't want. He was fine with anything, especially now that he saw how your eyes had sparkled when you peered into the rustically-charming bakery.

"I can pay for mine," You whine, finally giving up the struggle and allowing him to steer you towards the small grove of trees that he had decided was perfect for your rendezvous.

"No, no, I asked you out, remember? I'll pay." He said, shaking his pretty hair and reaching over to boop you on the tip of your nose.

"Let me spoil you."

You sighed. You consider yourself fairly independent, especially after arriving in this world. "Okay... fine."

You and Cater settled on the grass, trading silly stories from the previous week and munching on your shared goodies. You weren't sure the last time you had laughed this hard, feeling so much of the stress that weighed down on you washing away as you teased, argued, and shyly flirted with Cater. He knew how to make you feel good, huh?

"Oh, you have something there..." Before you could ask what Cater meant, a hand cupped your cheek and a warm and wet swipe caressed the corner of your mouth.

Popping his head back up from your face, Cater grinned from ear to ear.

"Powdered sugar." He said simply, licking off the tips of his fingers that had been holding your face just a moment ago.

The heat under your skin that had broiled you alive last night returned in full force. What was wrong with you? You were a mess.

“T-thanks…” You stuttered, “I appreciate that… you’re always so n-nice to me.” You found yourself physically unable to make eye contact again.

Cater’s eyebrow rose in a clear expression of amusement. He leaned just a bit closer to you, and suddenly you could smell the snack both of you had been eating, as well as some other implacable sweet scent. It was enthralling, it made you lean in towards him as well, feeling intoxicated by his presence.

What was it about him? It felt like no matter what you did you couldn’t quite think straight when Cater was involved. It was like a gravitational pull, you weren’t sure when it started, but it was unstoppable.

Observing your dreamy eyes with unmistakable affection, Cater makes his move, threading his hand at the base of your scalp and pulling you into a heated kiss.

There was something so strange about it, it felt so much more intense than it had any right to. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, hot breaths and gasps spilling forth as you mutually grabbed for every bit of the other they could reach. You had the slight thought in the back of your mind that you were both outside right now, but it seemed like the little grove of trees blocked you from any sort of outside view. How lucky is that?

You both separated for breath and God, Cater looked so beautiful. Lovesick eyes beam back at you, pupils blown wide, and chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Giving you but a meager second for breath, he dove back into your embrace, hands unbuttoning the first couple of closures on your shirt while his kisses trailed from your lips to your chin and then the juncture of your neck.

“C-cater…” You said breathily, your hands drifting to the back of his head to comb your fingers through his beautiful hair.

Pausing for only a brief second between kisses, Cater let out a soft, ‘hmmm?’

“I always knew you were meant to love me.” You said, pulling away and holding Cater by the shoulders. “Ever since I set eyes on you.”

His heart was beating wildly, was he dreaming? Were all of his dearest wishes coming true?

He felt like he could faint, and as the view of your beaming face started spinning, he realized that he was.

Cater slumped forward into you, his head lolling to the side on your shoulder. You giggled, how cute was he when he slept? So sweet, so defenseless. Everything had worked out perfectly. Now you just needed to get him home. You hummed as you swiped through your phone to find the right contact.

“H-hello! Cater is-! Cater just fainted! I need help getting him back home!”

Really, it was amazing that your plans had gone so well. It all felt like fate. When you popped out of that coffin, head muddled and heart beating erratically, you thought that you were dead. Upon scanning the hooded crowd of the mirrored room, that’s when you saw him. Ginger curls peeking out from under a hood, eyes a sparkling emerald green. You knew you had to have him! Clearly if you were dead, you had made it into heaven. What a wonderful surprise.

After that, you knew that you had to start subtle. You would suggest that your friends let you study in their dorm and they were always happy to oblige. It seemed like Cater was always in the lounge when you were, further convincing you of the magnetic pull that you both had to each other. He would run by and hug you in the halls, pick up things that you dropped, and even would secretly save pieces of the mouth-watering Heartslabyul unbirthday desserts for you! He was so very thoughtful.

When he had asked you out shopping, your heart sailed with joy. It felt like every dream was coming true. You followed Cater after he left you in the hallway, hoping to see every second of him that you could before he bounced away to his next class.

That was when you noticed something unusual. Cater had looked around suspiciously, scanning for something. Luckily for you, there was a cabinet that you were able to duck behind to avoid his view. He never really surveyed his surroundings any other time you had watched him, you thought.

Seeming satisfied with the scan, Cater walks into the nearby bathroom, clearly preoccupied. Well, you would just have to find out what was wrong, right? It would kill you if something was bothering your darling Cater. You just had to follow him.

Opening and closing the squeaky door of the ancient bathroom in silence was not an easy feat, but it seemed that nothing was amiss. One stall was closed. You tried to peek at the shoes of the person inside but the door to the stall went all the way to the floor. Okay, Plan B.

Just as softly as you had opened and closed the previous door, you did so again. Pressing your ear up to the wall closest to Cater, you heard two distinctive noises. Wet squelching and moans. You bit your lip to hold back a squeal of excitement. Was he really?

You turned your phone on to a voice recorder app and slipped it in the crack of the two stalls as much as you could manage. No video, but sounds would have to do. You could see the soundbar bouncing wildly, clearly it was picking up more than you could hear right now.

After a hot second of waiting in anticipation, you heard the other stall open and you held your breath. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you heard the faucet run and one additional door slam. After a beat, you breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed your phone, pressing it against your ear to hear your recording.

The same sounds that you had heard through the wall were present, with one more. A word. Your name. You felt like your lip might begin bleeding due to how hard you were biting it between shaky breaths.

It was time! It was time to finally stop planning and start living happily ever after.

You couldn’t wait.

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