#cater

[kokii-omii]

Miscommunication

[bluessmau]

Easter Surprise

In which Fem!Reader surprises her husband, Riddle/Cater/Leona/Ruggie/Jack/Jade/Jamil with a set of bunny-themed lingerie.

Warnings: 18+, fem!afab!reader, lingerie, sending of sexually explicit photos, established relationship, phone sex (Riddle), eiffel tower position (Cater), talks of future kids (Jade), oral sex (Jamil)

Riddle Rosehearts

Cater Diamond

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Jade Leech

Jamil Viper

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @mx-insert-fandom-here @echosofmortality @munchkinmag1c

[justlikearat]

Cater — Influencer Man

Trey — Dentist

Riddle — Redhead

The rest of Heartslabyul!

Lso heres trey and cater resting… you’ll get riddle later.

trey’s in the bathroom, and cater’s in the closet (haha)

( First part Here )

Lore + more pics below the cut!! ( should i pose the door pics seprate or together with these posts? Im not sure yet, sorry)

Okay, lore!

Cater: I wanted him to be a 50/50 visitor/human, BUT in this specific play through (in my head), he’s a visitor. (Red eyes, perfect teeth, photos weird, armpits, i only did a few of the checks, haha). He used to be an influencer, before he was a visitor, and is semi-unaware of what he is. He’s panicked because he has a foggy memory, but attributes this to trying to camp out at a fans place, as he was travel vlogging about his trip here, and then getting attacked by them and left to die. He’ll only kill if theres another visitor in the house, and when he’s killed, he’ll ask yuu if its possible for them to update his social media after he goes.

trey: also, again, 50/50 on the human visitor thing, but again, for this mental game, he’s human! He exhibits some visitor traits, but in the end, is human, haha. He’s a dentist, he didn’t want to be, but his family’s bakery was going to go under, and so he decided to find a more lucrative profession. He likes taking care of others and his own teeth, but its just no his passion. He’s currently trying to travel home, but after being accused of being a visitor by FEMA, he made a run for it and is looking for a place to stay, adamant he is not a visitor. (Hes not, he just looks weird.)

riddle: 100% always a visitor. Claims to have left his school (nearby) because everyone had ‘gone crazy’ and ‘lost all sense of their manners’. This is true, but during the time between him leaving the school and getting to your house, he has been transformed. He’s 100% aware he is a visitor, but is content with being so, as he believes that this is the rightful punishment for humans, who have broken the very rules of nature. Its semi-implied he killed his mother before coming to yuu’s house.

Overconfident, will kill even if he is the only visitor in the house. Also will make attempts to force yuu to make the other visitors follow arbitrary rules. However, When yuu kills him, he’ll become very childlike, and start crying, asking if he could cover his eyes or turn around so he won’t know when it happens, and he will cry out for his mother.

yayyy!!! Lmk if you guys have more questions! My asks are always open :)

[solxamber]

You Try to Sleep on the Couch after an Argument with: Cater, Floyd, Silver, Rollo

Other parts: Housewardens ; Vice-Housewardens ; First-Years

Cater Diamond

The argument had been unexpected. Cater was easygoing, always quick with a joke or a teasing remark to smooth things over, but tonight had been different. The tension had built and built until, for once, neither of you had been willing to back down.

So, with a huff, you grabbed a blanket and marched to the couch, making a big show of snuggling in and getting comfortable. It wasn’t comfortable—not even a little—but your pride refused to let you move.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Then—ping.

You ignored it.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

With a groan, you reached for your phone, only to find your Magicam notifications lighting up your screen. You blinked. Cater had tagged you in a post. And then another. And another.

The first picture was of your shared bed, completely empty. The caption? lonely boy hours :’(

The second? Cater lying dramatically on his side, clutching a pillow like a heartbroken lover in a tragic romance. send thoughts & prayers, my partner has abandoned me

The third was even worse. A close-up of his face, his lower lip jutted in a ridiculous pout, captioned simply: is this what heartbreak feels like???

You stared at your phone, torn between laughing and crying because what the hell, Cater???

You tried to ignore it, but then another notification popped up. The newest post? A dramatic black-and-white shot of his hand reaching for the empty side of the bed. missing you rn. come home.

You buried your face in the pillow, groaning. He was so annoying.

And yet—your feet were already moving.

When you pushed open the bedroom door, Cater was sitting up, phone in hand, eyes flicking up to meet yours the second you walked in. His pout deepened, exaggerated and just barely pathetic enough to make your resolve crumble.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered.

“But you love me,” he singsonged, setting his phone aside and opening his arms wide, waiting.

You tried to fight it, but the corners of your lips twitched despite yourself. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a soft, satisfied hah, Cater wrapped his arms around you the second you got close, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, warm against your skin.

You sighed, resting against him. “I’m sorry too.”

He squeezed you a little tighter before pulling back just enough to reach for his phone.

You rolled your eyes. “Cater.”

He grinned, not even pretending to feel guilty.

A second later, your phone buzzed. When you glanced at the screen, there it was—a final post. A simple picture of your hands together, warm and steady beneath the sheets.

reunited <3

Floyd Leech

The argument had been bad. Not the usual push-and-pull of Floyd’s unpredictable moods, not the teasing jabs that sometimes went too far—this had been real, raw, and biting in a way that made your chest ache.

You knew better than to expect an apology right away. Floyd wasn’t wired for that. So, with your pride stinging and your patience worn thin, you grabbed a blanket, made your way to the couch, and flopped down with your back stubbornly turned toward the bedroom.

Which, in hindsight, was a mistake.

Because if you’d been facing the bedroom, maybe—maybe—you would have had some warning before the Floyd-shaped projectile came flying toward you at full speed.

A thud, a weight collapsing onto you, and suddenly your whole world was Floyd—arms, legs, and far too much Floyd as he sprawled across your body like a particularly annoying weighted blanket.

You let out a strangled noise. “Floyd—”

He didn’t move. Didn’t even pretend to move. Just settled more comfortably on top of you like this was the most natural thing in the world.

With a grunt, you attempted to shove him off, but he was all lean muscle and deadweight. He wouldn’t budge. Worse, he refused to look at you, his face half-buried against your shoulder, arms loosely draped around you like a net that would tighten if you tried to escape.

“…Seriously?” you huffed, exasperated.

A long silence. Then, barely above a mumble—

“Sorry.”

You blinked. “What?”

Floyd finally shifted, but only to grumble into your neck, voice muffled against your skin. “You’re my shrimpy. I thought you’d get it.” A pause, then a quiet, almost begrudging, “…But I guess I was a little mean.”

You sighed, the last remnants of your anger melting into something softer. Floyd wasn’t the type to say sorry outright. For him, this was already pushing it.

With another sigh, you gave up and wrapped your arms around him.

Immediately, Floyd perked up, and before you could prepare yourself, he bit you—just a little nip against your shoulder, affectionate in that ridiculous way of his. When you startled, he looked up at you, grinning now, sharp teeth on full display.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re the worst.”

“And you love me~”

Unfortunately, he was right.

With a tired chuckle, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the way his grin softened just a little. He snuggled closer, his grip tightening around you, and just like that, the argument was behind you.

Floyd let out a pleased hum, already half-asleep. “M’keeping you here forever.”

You weren’t even going to try fighting him on that.

Silver Vanrouge

You still weren’t entirely sure how you had managed to get into an argument with Silver of all people. Silver, who was usually so calm, so patient, so utterly unbothered by most things. And yet, somehow, words had been exchanged, tempers had flared, and now you were lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the pang of guilt gnawing at you.

The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside your window. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to sleep—

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You frowned, cracking an eye open.

The sound came again, a soft pecking against the glass. Dragging yourself up with a sigh, you turned toward the window—only to be met with the sight of the cutest little bird, perched delicately on the sill.

You blinked. The bird tilted its head.

It had a tiny note tied to its leg.

Cautiously, you opened the window and untied the parchment, unfolding it with careful fingers.

"Sorry."

Your lips parted. You stared at the single-word apology, written in Silver’s neat, earnest handwriting.

Before you could fully process the sheer adorableness of the gesture, a rustling noise caught your attention. You turned your head just in time to see a squirrel scurrying up onto the windowsill, a small piece of paper clutched in its tiny paws.

It held it out to you.

You took it.

"Sorry."

You pressed a hand over your mouth, overwhelmed by a mix of affection and disbelief.

Was he seriously sending an entire woodland brigade to apologize for him?

And, perhaps more importantly—if you didn’t go talk to him right now, would he escalate this? Would an entire procession of deer, rabbits, and possibly a very regretful-looking bear show up next?

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. There was no way you were sleeping now.

Before you left, you rummaged through your cabinets and grabbed a handful of nuts, scattering them gently on the windowsill. “I don’t accept free labor,” you muttered, watching as the squirrel eagerly took a hazelnut before scampering off. The bird gave a happy chirp before fluttering away.

With that taken care of, you made your way to the bedroom.

The moment you stepped inside, he was already sitting up, eyes immediately locking onto yours. He looked a little sheepish, his usual composed demeanor softened with quiet guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said, without hesitation. “I shouldn’t have let it turn into an argument.”

You exhaled, the last remnants of your irritation slipping away entirely. He was so sweet, so sincere, and you couldn’t even be mad anymore.

Stepping forward, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m sorry too,” you murmured. “Now, let's go to bed."

Silver didn’t argue. He simply nodded, slipping under the blankets, his expression peaceful now.

As you settled beside him, he hesitated for only a moment before murmuring, “Did the bird get to you first or the squirrel?”

You let out a quiet laugh. “Bird.”

He nodded, thoughtful. “I was going to send a rabbit next.”

You buried your face into his shoulder, shaking with silent laughter. “Go to sleep, Silver.”

And finally, you both did.

Rollo Flamme

The argument had left you drained, annoyance simmering just beneath your skin as you curled up on the couch, pulling the blanket over yourself with a sharp tug. You didn’t want to be this upset—Rollo could be infuriating, stubborn in ways that tested your patience, but you knew he didn’t argue without reason. Still, the weight of his words, the heat of the exchange, had made retreating seem like the best option.

At some point, exhaustion overtook frustration, and you drifted into uneasy sleep.

But then—dry throat, groggy mind—you stirred awake, an undeniable thirst pulling you from your rest. With a sigh, you pushed the blanket aside and padded toward the kitchen, the dim light of the apartment casting long shadows against the walls.

That’s when you noticed it—the faint glow beneath the bedroom door.

You hesitated, frowning. He was still awake?

Curiosity, or maybe guilt, urged you forward. Carefully, you peeked inside.

Rollo was pacing. Back and forth, hands buried in his hair, tension lining his shoulders. He looked wrecked—a man on the verge of either an epiphany or a breakdown.

Your heart squeezed.

You hadn't expected this. Hadn’t expected him to be just as shaken, just as restless.

Stepping inside, you barely made a sound, but he noticed instantly. His head snapped up, eyes widening.

For a second, he didn’t move. Then he took a step toward you, hands twitching at his sides, reaching out just barely before curling into hesitant fists. He stopped himself, as if afraid you’d pull away, as if unsure whether he had the right.

Your breath hitched. The sight of him—always so composed, now uncertain—made the last of your irritation fade.

Wordlessly, you closed the distance and took his hand.

The moment your fingers intertwined, you felt the tension in him unravel. His shoulders slumped, his grip tightening around yours, a quiet exhale escaping his lips. He held on like he needed the touch to ground him.

“I took it too far,” he murmured, voice raw with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have—”

“I know,” you interrupted softly. “And…I shouldn’t have either.”

His gaze met yours, searching, still unsure. You squeezed his hand, and that was all it took.

Rollo relaxed, expression melting into something exhausted, something relieved. He nodded, as if accepting an unspoken truce.

Neither of you needed to say anything else.

When you led him to bed, he followed without question. And when you pulled him into your arms, his body molded against yours with an ease that made it clear just how much he had needed this.

Within minutes, the tension that had kept him awake finally loosened its grip. His breathing evened out, his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, and for the first time since the argument, Rollo fell asleep— warm and finally at peace.

Masterlist

[aquaelle]

Heartslabyul dream designs❤️

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Stairway to Heaven: Heartslabyul

Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

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

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

Riddle Rosehearts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trey Clover

(tw suggestive)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cater Diamond

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ace Trappola

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deuce Spade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Deuce does like you back…

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Cater who tries to teach you how to play the guitar by coaxing you into his lap, guitar pressed into your hands. Calloused fingers pressing your own down, caging your fluttering hands in his own. You could feel every heartbeat of his pulse into your skin, his warmth bleeding into the curve of your back.

Cater whose knee is jumping ever since he felt you lean back into him, the curve of your spine slotting perfectly into the curvature of his chest. He’s jerking back his head when your hair comes up to your nose, but he still can’t help but catch a sniff of your shampoo. It smells nice… great seven, does that make him a creep? He’s so distracted, that you have to make his guitar screech before Cater remembers that he’s supposed to be teaching you.

Oh! Right! Sorry about that. Here, this is how you play that chord… oh, is that the wrong chord? Oops. Sorry about that! Ol’ Cay Cay’s just a teeny weeny bit distracted today-