Hi, I love your posts, if it's not too much trouble.Could you ask a male reader with hoarding disorder about his relationship with the characters you choose, including Cater Diamond, and how he handles interacting with someone who has this disorder and a very particular system?But she has a system. Each pile was of a different type: metal, fabric, plastic, etc., but they were also separated into subpiles by size, color, etc.Sorry if I'm not explaining myself well; English isn't my first language.
An: This might be a more gn-coded but I swear that's just because I write referring to the reader with you/yours automatically ToT
Includes: Cater, Ruggie, Jamil, Azul, and Lilia!
Warnings: For mental health struggles, and some of the boys actions can be considered jerk-ish, a lot of them also struggle with their own issues!
Cater is all for maximalism over minimalism, but after researching on some trusted sites he is a bit concerned about your hoarding. He’s a bit overwhelmed by his research, it causes a worry to settle over him whenever you talk about a new interest in something, especially if you’re the type to hoard merch from your favorite media.
He’s a little worried about how you sort things, it seems a bit controlling and it makes Cater a bit anxious whenever you invite him over. Not because he doesn’t like being around you, it’s rather he doesn’t want to mess up your careful system and watch you descend into a breakdown over your silk fabrics mixing with wool. It makes Cater feel like he’s got to tiptoe around you, especially with all the horror stories he hears about close friends trying to help someone who shares the disorder with you.
At some point he does reach his limit, though he’d never be comfortable confronting someone about something so intimate, he would if it gets to a point where you might be neglecting your health. Though Cater goes about the ‘intervention’ in a roundabout way, he doesn’t directly involve himself with it, but he does tattle to Riddle and Trey who also get worried when they hear about the reasons behind your degrading health.
I imagine Ruggie might also have a bit of a hoarding disorder honestly, specifically hoarding OCD when it comes to money and food. He’s not willing to spend more money than is needed for his basic survival, the rest gets funneled away into his piggy bank. It’s been engrained in Ruggie’s head that he doesn’t need to thrive, just survive. So while he might not know what both he and you are engaging in is considered a big problem by most people, he would recognize the issues you two share.
At first, it’s something casual that he brings up every now and then after he notices your hoarding issue. Because that’s just what it is to Ruggie, an issue, he wouldn’t recognize it as a serious disorder unless you were being seriously neglectful of yourself. Sure he might think you’re joking when you sheepishly admit you’ve got your hoard organized into piles that have sub piles, but he’s not laughing once he actually sees your hoard.
It’s a personal headcanon of mine that Ruggie has issues with recognizing mental disorders as an actual thing, he’s never trusted doctors or therapists, but he does do research into why you might be hoarding things obsessively. If it’s a resource thing, like him, then Ruggie would try his best to show you that you don’t need all of this to survive. It might not be the best tactic, and he might even call your hoard a pile of junk right to your face, but tough love is how you survive in the slums.
Oh, Jamil hates your “little collection” with a passion. It might be the bane of his existence. Jamil has an issue with the hoard because he perceives it as you choosing to be unclean, to make more work for yourself the day you snap out of whatever phase you’re in and finally clean up.
Because yet again, Jamil is also someone who struggles with recognizing what you’re doing as a mental illness. He wouldn’t go so far as to say he doesn’t believe things like ADHD and depression don’t exist, but a hoarding disorder seems far-fetched to him… He truly believes you’re doing this to yourself and always scoffs that you could stop anytime if you truly wanted to.
If anything, he might accidentally make you worse at times by cleaning up or throwing away your hoard whenever he’s had enough. It isn’t Jamil’s intent to be cruel, if you’re so attached to your hoard that you have a breakdown over it being dismantled then he won’t do it again. Though he will avoid your room whenever possible. Sometimes he gives you self-help books.
Azul can understand hoarding, to an extent. Being an octo-mer, he has fallen prey to some of his instincts to hoard and arrange rocks and shells around his octopot to fortify it. It was worse when he was younger, primarily because of his intense anxiety and the temporary peace that collecting these items would bring, but he grew out of it just like everyone else.
So at first Azul believes that this is simply something you haven’t grown out of yet. He gets a bit condescending at times whenever you confide in him about your hoard as he doesn’t understand yet that this could be considered a genuine problem. Everyone in the Coral Sea holds onto items, but usually those things are both functional and sentimental. Azul can’t fathom why you’re hoarding things that have no use.
Once he realizes that you genuinely have a problem, Azul gives you the numbers of multiple trusted therapists. He doesn’t trust himself to be someone you lean heavily on, but he is willing to talk with you and maybe share his own personal stories about dealing with mental illness. Azul prides himself on being a businessman first, but he’s happy to be your therapy buddy second.
Lilia is actually pretty used to people that hoard. First it was Meleanor and then it was Malleus, though those two are both dragons and you’re you so maybe that’s not the best comparison. At first Lilia is happy to keep it light and make jokes about your (not so) little hoard if you’re comfortable with that, he’s even willing to help you sort things into your sub piles if you ask him to!
The fae is willing to let you get away with a lot, so your hoard is safe! Until it begins affecting your safety and wellbeing anyways. Something that Lilia is never going to change his viewpoint on is that as he’s both stronger and older than you, it’s his responsibility to look out for you when you might not be doing it yourself. If you start skipping meals to save on money to buy more stuff for your hoard then that’s alright, Lilia will be outside with a fresh and free plate! Oh some of your stuff has turned into a tripping hazard? Can’t trip on anything if it’s floating!
And while you’re distracted by the showy magical solutions Lilia has come up with, the sneaky fae will be pocketing small, unnecessary items from your hoard to free up floor space. Lilia pretty much lets you keep everything you’re attached to and doesn’t force you to go to therapy or talk to anyone if you don’t want to, but he does draw the line at your safety.
An: Little extra content that I wrote down in like an hour and wanted to share with yall : D
this does include some of my own headcanons and notes for how I like to characterize some of these guys showing their affection! And yes, this can apply to the Bet!Mc ^^
Includes: Cater, Ruggie, Kalim, Jamil, and Floyd!
Cater doesn’t outright realize but he does notice how you never push (most) people away if they’re touching you. He thought you only allowed this with certain people like your close friends, but no! Imagine his surprise when he saw you allowing Riddle to brush crumbs from the corner of your mouth, granted there was no actual skin contact so maybe you just didn’t realize at the time.
Cater is a rather tactile person as we see in the manga and anime—a quick side hug and pulling someone in for a cute selfie, but that’s as far as Cater’s willing to go most of the time. Touch isn’t actually his preferred love language, so he doesn’t alter his behavior with you much after noticing it might be one of yours.
Other favorites of Cater’s would be throwing an arm over your shoulder to offer comfort to you, he’s pretty fine doing this in public, though he prefers to save more intimate things like actual hugging for more private areas. If you’re noticeably feeling down then you can expect Cater is the type to lean over and share his fyp with you, cute cat videos usually distract him!
And coming in second place for most shameless about contact is Ruggie, heck I even think Floyd says something about Ruggie being a touchy person. Which. Pot calling the kettle black— But yeah the hyena beastman does not care about showing tactile affection in public! Ruggie has the realization pretty early on after observing your behavior around other touchy people, and after noticing you seem to lean into him a bit whenever he’s got you in a side hug.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s not gonna be all up on you in public if that makes you a bit uncomfortable, especially if you say he’s overstepping and is acting a bit too much like a boyfriend. But if do give him permission and clearly state your boundaries then best believe he’s gonna be a law-abiding citizen!
Ruggie’s preferences for touch don’t change much in private or public, but there’s obviously some things that he’s more willing to do in the privacy of your room or his own. Cuddling is one of those! I dunno why but I really headcanon that he likes it when you’re the big spoon, like just lay your full weight on him and he’s gonna be blissed out. Crush him, he loves it and he’s right where he wants to be.
Kalim is so playfully tactile that it can get a bit overwhelming at times, he seems to always want to have a hand on you. Surprising no one, Kalim is the king of being shameless about pda. I feel like he’s actually one of the last people to notice how you react to touch because often he needs people to tell him outright if they’re not a tactile person, he’s not the best at reading social cues in my mind, but he does remember to check in with you at times. A stream of “are you sure this is okay? Wow, I never would’ve guessed you’re a touchy person!” is common whenever he remembers you might have unspoken boundaries.
Touch is definitely one of Kalim’s top love languages, that and gift giving. But often he tries to restrain his need for physical contact a bit, especially if he doesn’t know your boundaries yet. Throughout the school day you can expect Kalim to teasingly boop your nose, tug gently on your ears as he passes you in halls, and of course hit you with a surprise high five or hip bump!
After you’ve verbally stated that you’re alright with Kalim going all out with his love language then be ready to get jumped, both public and private. He will sneak up behind you in the halls and attempt to tickle your sides, it’s just because he loves seeing you laugh! Kalim and you have also devolved into playfully wrestling and throwing each other around on cushy mats and pillows that Jamil laid down with a tired sigh.
Jamil probably clocks it immediately and just files the observation away for never. He’s not the touchiest person in general and that doesn’t really change after you two get closer after the events of book 4. Touching brings him out of his comfort zone and it’s a boundary that he states very easily, though of course this boundary turns non-existent when Kalim is in the picture.
I imagine Jamil prefers words of affirmation as his love language, he expects you to compliment his cooking after every meal, but he will also offer you a simple “good job” after you get a good grade. Though he’s not very verbal about his affection, he does write letters and small, kind notes at times. I headcanon Jamil started writing to vent his frustrations about his position, he burned every letter after he was done and it made him feel somewhat better.
Sometimes he slips a sticky note underneath your door if you’ve been studying for a long time, heck I imagine he once hand delivered you a lunch with a note and never did it again after you compared the behavior to a mother’s. If you need to be touched for comfort reasons then he might step outside of his comfort zone and lay a hand on your shoulder and maybe rub your back like his mother used to do for him.
The huntsman is also someone who clocks it immediately, though Rook does also notice it’s a new development in your personality. Seriously, you thought you’d actually gone three years under his radar? Nope! It does make Rook curious, how you’ve become so willing to be touched when you used to be so touch averse…
He’s not the touchiest person in the beginning, but he does try to make sure he gets his ‘quota’ in. If Rook sees you anywhere on campus then he will change direction to collide with you, sometimes literally, and make sure he gets a healthy dose of physical contact with you. Especially if he’s noticed you’ve gone the entire day without it!
Rook loves to hold your hand, even if it’s just for a few moments, and if you’re both experiencing some free time then he’s also willing to just lay down in the courtyard and soak up some sun with you. Don’t mind the fact that he’s got a camera out, shhhh, don’t complain, the lighting is perfect out here…
Floyd makes your life a living hell after Jade tells him about your preferred love language. It doesn’t even have to be touch specifically, either way he’s suddenly doing things that might make you swoon. If he hadn’t tried to choke you during your first interaction with him.
Oh, you like gift-giving? Oh well suddenly Floyd’s got all these pretty shells to spare! Oh wait no that’s a tooth— Uh, you prefer words of affirmation? Then he’ll tell you you’re the best seadragon ever! Seven forbid one of your love languages is quality time…no one can pull the eel off of you. But touch? Oh Floyd can do touch, he loves touch, and yes that is a threat.
Floyd isn’t typical about the way he shows you physical ‘affection,’ it’s different under the sea after all. So what you might consider strange and rude is actually peak romance that Mama and Papa Leech coached him with, and he’s doing it to you. In public it’s hard to tell if he’s being tame or not, he usually throws his body into yours and sticks there like glue while ignoring all your complaints and struggling. But in private…Floyd has caught you in an empty hall once, and getting bit was once too many in your opinion.
Synopsis: You explore your options of potential victims, nearly have a mental breakdown, drool over some blonds, and then get attacked. Not necessarily in that order!
Words: 3400+
An: This is a very violent chapter ToT keep yourselves safe and far away from anybody named Floyd! Because Floyd is the type of guy to fall in love at first punch...or kick.
WARNINGS: Mc does almost breakdown and experiences delusions, and you do genuinely get attacked in the end. This is a bit of a darker chapter and starts hinting towards things, so keep yourself safe!
This crazy bitch is going to squeeze you until your head pops. Why the hell did you ever think getting involved with Yuu and Co would ever end up without some form of bodily harm?
Okay, let’s rewind back to before you sadly die from oxygen deprivation or a broken neck.
The Heartslabyul lounge is large and borderline luxurious, there’s more than enough cushy seats to go around. And yet the Prefect somehow ends up right next to you as the group sits in a neat little circle.
It could be worse though? You could be sitting next to Riddle.
“I must admit that I found the circumstances odd, I’ve had Cater looking into it for me.” Riddle confesses, his fingers toying with his teacup—when did he have time to make that?
Man, maybe you should quit disassociating for now…
Cater rubs the back of his neck, his expression worrisome as he smiles sheepishly. “And I found out that all the victims have been talented players like Riddle and Trey.”
“So this really is a Spelldrive thing.” Yuu concurs, a thoughtful tilt to their head. The tilting also coincidentally makes their hair brush your shoulder. If they wanted to switch seats they really should just ask… “But Riddle, you don’t seem like the type to be careless around stairs?”
“You’ve been here a few weeks and think you know everybody?” You mutter as you lean your body to the right, Yuu deflates at your muttered cruelties but nobody else seems to have caught what you said, thankfully. “Didn’t both Riddle and, uh, Trey…? Didn’t they both say it was like they weren’t in control of their bodies, or something like that?”
“I did feel a particular sensation…” You do NOT want to hear about Riddle’s bodily sensations— “Like my body was moving of its own volition.”
“The other victims said basically the same thing!” Grim points out quite loudly. How the Prefect deals with that is beyond you, you probably would’ve dropped the entity off at an adoption shelter by now…
“I believe we can safely surmise that potential Spelldrive players are the ones being targeted.”
“You think someone is causin’ accidents to take out threats from the tournament?”
…is that not the assumptions you had come to in Trey’s room? You click your tongue in annoyance, leaning forwards in your chair to capture the attention of the group. “Isn’t that obvious by now?”
“Doing well in this tournament can make or break a future magician's career because everyone in the world will be watching it. If you fail on screen, then that moment will be immortalized forever. It’s no surprise that someone is trying to cut out all possibility of that happening.”
Cater hums, “Sure, but it’s not making much sense, y’know? Somebody using wind magic to push players off the stairs would be reallyyyyyyyy noticeable.”
“Why does it have to be wind magic?” The room goes quiet at your question, the other students thinking. “You’re right, I certainly felt no external force.” Riddle admits, his brows pinching together.
“And some people got hurt in their classrooms! Can we really assume magic was used to cause all the accidents?”
“The culprit can tell us all about it when we capture him.” The Queen proclaims, a frown marring his features, “And we intend to help you do that.”
…huh?
“YOU’RE gonna help us?” Grim seems to be the only person sharing your hesitance, it earns him a few extra points in your book. Until you remember how he destroyed your blazer and he’s knocked back down your tier list. “What’s your angle?”
“You offend us, sir.” You visibly cringe at Cater’s teasing, sing-song tone, it sounds too much like how he had back in the cafeteria. “One of our housemates was injured—why wouldn’t we wanna help him find justice?”
“We’re all house-buds here. Count us in.” Ace declares proudly while the way he puffs his chest up and glances at Yuu reminds you of a Peacock.
Deuce’s fist meeting leather makes a creaking sound as he punches his palm, a determined furrow between his brows. “He’s gonna pay for what he did to Trey!”
Is nobody else concerned about the first-year threatening bodily harm against someone? And heck, you might’ve had Deuce’s personality wrong, the kid seems so…thuggish right now.
Riddle, at least, seems mildly perplexed at the Adeuce duo. “You two seem awfully enthusiastic about this.”
“Ah! I get it, you’re gunning for that open spot on our team, right?”
“Heh. Was it that obvious?” Shameless is the only thing you think as you stand, mentally moving Ace even further down your list. “N-no! That had nothing to do with it, I just want to avenge our housemate!”
“At least have some decency like your fellow first-year,” You scoff as Ace pivots his attention towards you, “Your Vice got hurt, that’s certainly nothing to celebrate.”
“Huh?” The ginger pokes a finger into your chest, his expression turning livid. “Listen buddy, I don’t even know why you’re still here. In fact, we could solve this mess without ya!”
“Wha…what did you just say to me?” There’s ringing in your ears, spots in your vision, and you crush your fingers into fists by your sides. You ache for something, all the while Ace stares at you in confusion. “Are you going deaf or somethin’? I said you don’t have any skin in the game so I dunno why you’re still here.”
That’s not what you heard.
That’s not what he said.
He’s lying.
And everyone stares at you like you’re crazy. It puts you on edge while the nausea settles into your stomach as heavy as a rock. “You—…I have my own reasons for being here.”
The wall you had carefully put together falls all around you, your cold persona destroyed because of a simple sentence. Nobody leaps to defend you or to scold Ace for his callous words—of course they wouldn’t, it was probably just a joke. A cruel one, but it was still a joke to them.
It wasn’t a joke to you.
Riddle is the one that cuts through the silence—awkwardly clearing his throat as your breath stutters over your lame excuse. Of all the people in the room, you had at least believed he wouldn’t allow such…humor.
“Your…performance will be taken into account during the investigation.”
Colors drain out of the world as the group turns their backs on you, painting the once beautiful scenery in dulled swatches of grey and white. You can see Riddle’s lips moving as he speaks, but you don’t hear whatever he’s saying.
Something about the tournament, likely.
The only thing you can hear is a dripping sound.
Plink
You don’t know where it’s coming from.
Plink plink
Your hands tighten by your sides, surely the pain of your nails biting into your palms will force you back into reality—when had you grabbed your magical pen?
Plink plink plink
The stone is—where is that sound coming fro—why won’t someone help—since when were cruel jokes funny—please sto—
“You coming?” Cater’s hand lands on your shoulder, forcing you out of your stupor. There are still shades of gray amongst his palette, you notice his hair doesn’t shine as brightly as it once did, nor does the heart on his cheek look red anymore.
But he still brought some color back into your view—the green of his eyes, his peachy skin, even the gem on his uniform seems to shine brighter in your gray view.
You blink at him, your hands clenching around nothing. What had happened with your magical pen?
What happened to you?
“I’m—I wasn’t…”
“Ahhhh, fazed out, huh?” You nod meekly and hate that he seems to notice but doesn’t say anything, “No worries! Happens to me all the time, I’ll explain on the way there, yeah?”
You wouldn’t blame him for being annoyed with you.
And you certainly wouldn’t blame him if he chose to punish you in some way for not paying attention.
And as your phone chimes you’re sure he’s going to do just that— “There! Added ya to the group, now c’mon I’ll catch ya up on the road!”
Oh.
Cater sticks to you like white on rice as your group passes through the Pomefiore mirror, his arm thrown casually around your shoulder and keeping you close to him. Color has returned to normal so the panic in your chest has eased as you notice his hair is back to its bright hue.
“There’s a junior named Rook Hunt who’s caught my eye in Pomefiore!” The ginger explains while the freshmen (and you) ooh and awe at the splendor of the Pomefiore dorm. If Heartslabyul was a castle, then Pomefiore is a palace.
Wait did he say Rook Hunt—
“He has a blonde bob cut and a fedora—you can’t miss him.”
“Ah,” Riddle hums, “Rook is an exceptional player. He performed extremely well in last year’s tournament.”
“Which makes him a prime target.” You state, trying to shrug off Cater’s arm but it seems your luck is rotten. “Also I don’t think anyone would be crying us a river if Hunt got hurt…the guy is weird.”
“Huh? You think someone is weird? Man this guy has gotta be a freakshow!” Ace will be lucky if he even has eyes to watch a Spelldrive game after you’re done with him. “Listen you little—“
“Oh, is that him sitting over there?” Saved by Deuce… The other freshman points out a trio of—Seven they are beautiful.
You can only catch the side profile of two out of three, but beauty isn’t about the face, it’s about the air you exude. Somebody could have the most attractive features ever and it wouldn’t mean a damn to you if they didn’t have the confidence to match! And by the Seven, are those blonds confident…
But then again maybe you just have a thing for blonds.
It’s so sad those blonds happen to be the Housewarden and Vice of Pomefiore.
“Whoa. That dude’s, like, a glitter bomb in human form. He’s basically sparkling.” You think Ace is referring to the taller blond, his words draw your attention to the glitter laid upon Vil’s cheekbones and his killer side profile.
Seriously you think your heart might combust if the pretty sparkly man just glances at you.
The boy sitting across from them is adorable with artfully arranged lavender locks and light blue eyes that catch the light perfectly. He’s not the usual beauty that Pomefiore hosts, he’s a shade too cute, but it does make him stand out in the trio.
“Non, Epel, non. When you lift your teacup, do not insert your finger through the handle. It is most inelegant.” Oh great, your group is literally crashing a tea party.
Or, tea party…practice? Did people actually need to practice how to hold those delicate little cups?
“Oh…Right. I’m sorry.” Either way, the poor boy seems to be doing terribly with his cup-handling practice. He holds the handle much tighter than you would think is possible from such delicate looking hands. His knuckles almost turn white at Rook’s chiding.
Vil sighs in a theatric manner, his long, elegant fingers toying with a handheld mirror. “I just cannot decide how I want to do my makeup on tournament day! I’m thinking maybe that new foundation from Felicity Cosmetics?”
Oh Seven you’re too poor for this. “Feli—Cater we’re all too poor to be here.”
Boisterous laughter from Rook distracts Cater from responding to your tearful statement, “Mon belle Vil, the Roi du Poison…Surely your beauté is not so faint that you need makeup to shine?”
“Of course I don’t!” Vil smiles as if Rook was an amusing court jester, “But I don’t dare miss an opportunity to accentuate it further!”
“I admire that passion. Magnifique, Trés magnifique!”
“He’s such a simp…” You mutter, eyes sliding away from the scene to the rest of the group. Cater huffs a laugh, his breath hitting the back of your neck and almost startling a scream out of you. “Weren’t you just drooling over both of them?”
“I was not drooling, I was being very respectful about my looking at their assets.” Very, very respectfully looking at Rook’s arms, those are certainly the arms of an active man…Cater ogles with you.
“Uhhhhh…” Grim side eyes your little duo, “And you’re sayin’ this guy is some kinda incredible athlete? Somehow, I doubt he’s gonna be the target.”
“Yeaaahhh, maybe we should peace out and move on,” Cater grins and throws up a peace sign while he’s actively dragging you back to the mirror, “We might need to get sweetie here a drink~”
Yuu blinks at the innuendo—at least it sounded like one—and looks from you to the trio, their brows furrowing in confusion. “…what’s so special about blonds…”
The group passes through the Hall of Mirrors once more and follows behind Cater as he scrolls on his phone, checking his list of potential victims. Surprisingly he ends up stopping by the cafeteria and actually getting you that drink…
“Lemonade?” You ask as you take a cautious sip from the bottle, Cater grins at you with a teasing light in his eyes. “Since ya can’t get a sip of your favorite blond this’ll have to quench your thirst!”
…You take another sip of the lemonade.
“Next on Cay-Cay’s big list of potential targets,” Cater makes a big show of showing off his phone and the mile long list in his notes app before motioning to the courtyard where two tall boys are now the stars of your little show, “Are Jade Leech and his twin brother Floyd. They’re both sophomores at Octavinelle House. Word is, they work so well together on the field that other teams don’t know how to counter them.”
“I don’t know about that, the two probably know each other better than anyone else.” The boy deflates a bit at your explanation, his eyes losing a bit of shine. “…but hey, we never know, right?”
He blinks at you before breaking into a small smile, “Right! I’ll keep believing until proven otherwise!”
That—That is not what you were trying to suggest to him. You’re genuinely amazed, is he going through life pulling non-existence meanings out of every interaction?
“Whoa!” Grim exclaims, “They have, like, the exact same face!” It’s a bit uncanny how alike they look like, the same teal hair, the same heterochromatic eyes, you aren’t able to tell which twin is which.
“Is it just me, or do they make all the other students look tiny in comparison? They’re giants!” The group observes the two with hesitance, those twins really are giant compared to the other students.
“I could see that being a big advantage for ‘em.”
You can’t imagine someone willingly messing with either of them on the field.
“So what do we think? Could they be in danger?”
You scoff, your eyes rolling. “I’m pretty sure they’re more dangerous than whoever is hurting other students. I mean, look at them!”
One of the twins wraps his arms around a smaller Scarabia student in a threatening manner. His cruel, lackadaisical grin shows off dangerously sharp teeth.
“If I were the culprit, I’d save them for last.” Riddle hums, an uncomfortable expression on his face as your group witnesses the strange display. “Like you said, just look at those two, I wouldn’t want to get anywhere near them—especially Floyd.”
As if he has a second sense for his name, twin number 2, that you now know is Floyd, catches sight of your group and approaches with a wide smile. “Oh ho ho! What is UP, Lil’ Goldfish?”
“Bwah! He spotted us!”
…Who is this us? As far as you’re concerned Floyd seems fixated on Riddle, not anybody named us. The audacity to be dragging you into his bad situations…
“What brings you to our humble abode, huh? Playing hide-and-seek? Sounds like fun.” Seven, this guy is creepy. The lilt of his voice is borderline hostile with a manic glee, this dude could never be a victim. He makes them.
“F-Floyd…I’ve asked you several times to stop calling me by strange nicknames.”
“But you’re so small and red! How are you NOT a goldfish?”
“This guy seems like he’s a few cans short of a tuna casserole…”
When did Grim get behind you— when did Floyd get in front of you actually? The uncanny boy had moved way too quickly and is practically right up on you in an attempt to catch sight of Grim, his face lighting up in a way that sends shivers down your spine. “A talking cat? Now THAT’S something you don’t see every day! Can I squeeze you ‘til you pop?”
“Huh?!”
“Uh, no?! Stay away from me, weirdo!” Grim stays tucked behind your legs, using you as some sort of meat shield. You’re not sure how long he thinks you’d be able to hold off this behemoth if he really puts his mind to ‘squeezing’ Grim…
Why is he seeking protection from you actually??? You’re not his cat-mom or dad or whatever, you’re not even a weird uncle! “Myah, protect me!”
…okay, that might make your heart grow a few sizes for Grim.
You shift just a bit, putting yourself chest to chest with the incredibly amused Floyd, all in an attempt to protect an entity that you barely like.
“My, it would appear a contingent from Heartslabyul House has paid us a little visit.” The other twin, Jade, seems perfectly polite and sane compared to his twin. His uniform is much neater and one of his hands lands neatly against his chest in some mimicry of a heartfelt motion.
He seems more palatable than Floyd who is clearly crazy. But there’s still something in those eyes that makes your hair stand on edge… “Here to assess the competition in advance of the Spelldrive tournament, perhaps?”
“Nah. We…can’t really go into it, though.” Cater shrugs and looks nervous at how close you and Floyd are. You don’t miss the way Floyd’s hands twitch like he’s itching to wrap them around you and, what was he said?
Squeeze you ‘til you pop?
“We take a dim view of spying at Octavinelle.” Shudders run down your spine as Floyd instinctively fixes his height as his twin speaks, towering over you now. “I would ask you to justify your actions, suspicious as they are. And please, spare no detail.”
“This guy sure talks fancy, but man, his eyes are stone cold.”
The eyes never lie, you think. You see your own terrified expression reflected in Floyd’s eyes, you’re worried those eyes are going to be the last thing you see.
The twins remind you of predators. Ones that seem amused by the prey that’s wandered directly into their lair. “Ya gonna start talkin’ or am I gonna have to get squeezy?” Floyd giggles as lays a hand on your shoulder, his touch is like a shock to your system and—
You kick him.
Right in the…well, the only place you can reach. Which is…yeah.
He falls to his knees—breathless and gasping, and laughing? Is he actually crazy?—everybody in the courtyard seems to gasp and hold still for a moment. Shocked at your retaliation, even Jade’s careful and poised mask falls as he stares blankly at his writhing twin.
You’ve got to run, get away from these crazies—
You freeze as Floyd kicks at your legs. A shudder runs through you as your cheek scrapes against the concrete path, the stinging in your palms doesn’t feel nearly as bad as the pain in your jaw.
Floyd lunges for you once again, his arms wrapping around your shoulders, then your neck, and he’s squeezing you—
He’s squeezing you— you’re choking as he tightens his arms around your neck, resting your head in the crook of his elbow in a mimicry of intimacy—your pathetic kicking and hitting doesn’t seem to do much to him, hell he seems thrilled when you resort to biting him.
“C’mon! I bet’cha can’t get your teeth through my skin!”
Your voice is raspy as you beg and plead with him. When that doesn’t work you resort to yelling insults with fierce hatred.
“Awwh, you’re gonna hurt my feelings!”
You think you’re going to die as you feel his grip get even tighter.
“Where’s that fight from before, huh?”
Then you and Floyd are burning.
Blue flames lick up his arm, startling him into letting you go. Someone grabs you by the shoulders and tries to help you to your feet, whispering assurances into your ear as they get you away from those evil twins.
Your body feels like lead—weighted and useless.
But Seven, you crack a smile as you hesitantly touch at the ring of bruises you can feel forming on your throat, it felt so good to kick that bastard in the dick.
dating cater is like having a secondary relationship with his Magicam account. he's ALWAYS posting you, and adds the strangest tags—#withmyhoneybunches!—for example
keeps a hand around your waist at all times
if you need or want anything, he uses Split Card to make his clone go retrieve whatever you desire
acts like your personal photographer. yk in his SR lab coat where he locks in to photograph the mandrake? expect that
always kissing your cheeks
if he sees you laying on your stomach, he always—without fail—lays his head on your butt. says it’s his favorite pillow
you guys practice makeup on each other, but he makes it clear that there is only one way to apply lipstick to each other: through a kiss
loves it when you play with his hair
same with lilia, he shows off while playing for the music club. has also written multiple songs for and about you
he’s super touchy and clingy. you guys would normally hang out in the Heartslabyul common room, but had to switch to his room because riddle caught you guys making out, you in his lap, his hands wandering a bit too much… you’re lucky neither of you were collared
he’s deathly afraid that one day you’ll get bored of him and move on, leaving him behind. you have to constantly reassure him that you’re here for the long run
his sisters adore you. they consider replacing cater with you
he calls you his diamond. is it cuz you’re special to him? or because he wants to literally make you a Diamond? who knows (it’s both)
Ace Trappola ❤️
ace is kind of a loose cannon. it’s canon he’s a playboy, so when you two first get together, he mentions to deuce that “they’re just a fling, i’m kinda bored.”
well, you must’ve said “i can fix him,” cuz after a month he’s absolutely whipped
he thought you’d be the one all over him, when in reality, it’s vise versa
he’s always hanging off of you
if anyone tries to talk to you and he doesn’t like it, he will bark at them. actually bark. says he learned it from jack
he’ll come knocking on your door at midnight, whining that he wants to be cuddled. he’s the little spoon
you guys have movie marathons once a week. he purposely chooses horror movies so that he can cling to you when he’s scared
gets you to skip class with him. most of the time it’s Crewels class
whenever he does something good, he runs to you. it’s mandatory you praise him—half the time though, you tease him
when some girl messaged him on Magicam and you saw it, he sobbed at your feet. he didn’t even see what the girl said, as he was worried you’d think he went back to his old ways. she was literally just saying you two look cute together 😭
if you’re at his practice or game, he’ll shoot the ball, then point to you. he actually airballs, which causes floyd to smack him over the head
ace is a menace, but he means well. his relationship with you is one of a lot of growth, so you do have to be patient with him. it only makes him love you more
Deuce Spade ♠️
deuce is crazy for you—and in the best way possible. you make him so genuinely happy, he forgets all about being an honor student. he claims that he already has the honor of being your boyfriend, so what more could he need?
he feels a lot of comfort with you. he’s worried that you’ll judge him for being a past delinquent or because he’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, so when you assure him you’d never, he almost cries in your arms
he writes to his mom about you. she absolutely adores you before you guys even meet
one time, some random jock catcalled you—deuce proceeded to punch the daylights outta the guy
whenever you come to his track meets, he performs 100x better. claims it’s because you’re a sign of luck
he insists on being a gentleman for you. opening doors, pulling out your chair for you, getting on one knee to kiss your hand, the whole shebang
he gets so red every time you hold his hand or call him handsome, or anything of that nature
he tries to act dominantly sometimes, so he’ll pick you up and put you over his shoulder, or kiss you until you’re both breathless
he loves being praised, especially when he gets good grades
he’s so in love with you
Jack Howl 🐺
our beloved wolf. dude i’m so in love with this man it’s actually crazy
he’s loyal as all hell to you
whenever you guys are together, his tail wags at a leisurely pace. touch him in any capacity, and it starts wagging like a puppy’s
super protective over you
loves when you scratch behind his ears, and he lets you brush out his tail
sometimes you’ll press your face into his tail if he’s just sitting or laying down. he pretends he doesn’t care that much, but if it weren’t for you being on his tail, it’d be wagging like crazy
if you say “whos my good boy?” in that one tone you’d use to a dog, he gets so excited and says “me! me! me!” but he will deny it ever happening if someone finds out or overhears
he’s the most built guy at NRC. and you make a point of that. biting his biceps and making jokes about him putting you in a chokehold or licking his abs (they’re not jokes btw)… his face gets so red
he’s such a gentleman for you. goes the whole ten yards to make sure he’s being the best boyfriend he can be
he loves seeing you come to his track meets
he’s the epitome of that one tweet saying “my girl can wear whatever she wants cuz i can break your jaw” DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT?
you are undoubtedly his mate for life
he brings you to his family home. his siblings and parents love you
he teaches you how to ski and snowboard
expect him to need you to be in his arms (🤤) for him to sleep
Epel Felmier 🍎
Epel is an interesting character, to say the least. and your relationship with him is no different.
he likes putting on this strong front, but cup his face and plant a soft kiss on his forehead, and that facade is gone
he likes when you play with his hair
he tries keeping you away from vil and rook, simply so that you don’t have to deal with their insistent nagging
on the flip side, sometimes he’ll purposely do stuff to piss off vil—the most recent incident was making out in the Pomefiore lounge
you have to constantly assure epel that his appearance doesn’t bother you. he’s insecure about his feminine features, so you have to swear up and down that those features are not a factor in your love for him
he takes you home to meet his family, and his parents and grandma absolutely adore you
you help them with the business for a few hours each day you’re there
epel has no problem showing his true self around you—expect hard southern accent
he gets excited when you come to his practices and games
he really adores and loves you, even if he tries to act nonchalant
(i’m sorry idk epel that well…. half the time he’s being called twink epel by my bff and i)
Silver Vanrouge 😴
naps all the time. he’ll fall asleep on you anywhere at anytime
he says he sleeps better when you’re around
when he’s not sleeping, he’s a major gentleman
he definitely asks Lilia and Malleus for advice on what to do
he takes you on his horse, going through the woods to a nice picnic spot
he may not be the best at showing it, but he truly loves you more than anything
he insists on protecting you, making jokes that he’s your knight in silver armor
tries to learn new meals he can make to serve you, a lot of them he gets from Jade
if you’re tired, he puts his fatigue aside and will carry you around
he has a niche love for taking warm baths together. essential oils, scented candles, dim lighting, the whole 10 yards. he washes your hair and back for you too
once smacked sebek over the head for yelling “WHAT DO YOU WANT, YOU MERE HUMAN!?” after you came to Diasomnia looking for silver
Sebek Zigvolt ⚡️
loud and boisterous is the best way to describe this guy. and it only gets worse when you two get together
the rest of diasomnia has a love hate relationship with you two being together—they love he shuts the hell up about Malleus, but hate that he only yells more
for awhile, he calls you “my human.” what the fuck sebek. lilia and malleus both tell him to not say that, because it’s just kinda strange…
in return though, you call him a cucumber. that’s what actually gets him to stop
when he sees you—can be when you walk into a classroom or when you’re all the way across the courtyard, doesn’t matter—he screams “MY LOVE! COME TO ME PLEASE!” then wraps you in a big hug
he may be loud as hell, but when it’s just the two of you, he’s actually quiet. he enjoys the intimacy and peace that comes with just holding you in his arms
he tries his best to be a gentleman. if you fall asleep on him, whether you’re in the lounge or one of your guys rooms, he lays you down and gently puts a blanket over you, then vigilantly watches over your slumber
anytime the equestrian club meets, he makes sure you’re watching. riddle prefers when you’re there, because sebeks performance is always better when you’re in the stands
you tell him to stop using hair gel or whatever it is that makes his hair stick up the way it does. you swear up and down that you bust when his hair’s down
he kisses your neck a ton. there have been moments he accidentally leaves a hickey or two
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note from madz~ ahhhhh finally finished all the guys for their relationship hc! now i get to do my reqs, finish my fic that’s a WIP, and then do more twst hc? well maybe idk
Synopsis: When Cater shows up late for movie night a simple sorry doesn’t cut it, leading to a pained argument between the two of you. But what pains him more is when he steps towards you with his hand out and you flinch. Something he had never seen his girlfriend do before...
Notes: angst to fluff ⋆ reader was abused by ex relationship ⋆ mentions of abuse (brief) ⋆ established relationship ⋆ comfort ⋆ nicknames: Cay-cay, baby, babe, sweetheart.⋆ Cater being a softy
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It had started off as something small. A simple mistake. A misunderstanding.
Cater was supposed to meet you in his room for a movie night after he ran an errand for Trey. He'd text you twice about it and even called once he delivered the sweets. However, when he came back forty minutes after he said he would, things got heated.
He didn't mean to be snappy, neither did you. But one thing led to another and you two were fuming. He didn't yell. He didn't shout. He was silent actually, trying to contain his opinion as you paced in front of him, your hands flying in frustration.
He grew tired of listening to it though, the floor creaking under his weight as he stood up. He just wanted to sit with you. He hadn't meant to break one of Riddle's rules coming in the dorm and get sent on another errand. He hadn't meant to be late for the little date you'd be so exited for all week. He hadn't meant to make you mad. He despised even seeing you frown at little things let alone seeing you upset at him.
Maybe if he just hugged you… he thought to himself, his arms reaching for you once he rose. He expected to hug you, apologize, listen to you chew him out some more and then maybe have him make it up with some treats or a kiss.
What he didn't expect was for you to flinch, nearly stumbling and tripping over your own feet when his hand brushed against you.
The second you saw his hand you had gone pale, your feet moving on their own before even considering the soft look in his eyes.
He felt like he had been stabbed. His lips trembling as he saw you clutch onto his bed curtain, almost cowering behind it.
Did you think he was going to hit you?
His heart sank. His stomach lurched. He felt like he was going to be sick, his eyes staring dead at your face as you took in a sharp breath, as if you had braced yourself for something.
“Baby…” He whispered, his eyes welling with tears as he took in the look of fear on your face. The way you looked at him so uncertain, so desperately…it tore him to shreds.
He took a weary step forward, his hands out in front of him as if he was approaching a wounded animal instead of his girlfriend. “Baby, I-im not going to hurt you—” he murmured, trying to keep his tone low as he stepped closer. He noticed the way your eyes shifted to his every movement. Trailing from his hands to his feet, to his eyes and back to his hands.
You fingers gripped the curtain so tight your knuckles went white. He felt like bawling, begging for your forgiveness, doing anything to make it up to you for scaring you. But a darker thought lingered in his mind.
Had you been hit before?
He remembered watching Trey try to help Riddle after his overblot, how the redhead would mutter apologies every time he was told he was being too strict or that it was okay for the rule to be broken once or twice. It had taken weeks for Trey to rewire the perfectionist mindset that Riddle had adapted from his mother. And in knowing that, all he could think about was who the hell you had adapted to in fear of being hit.
“It's okay…” he cooed, inching closer as he watched your shoulders shake, your eyes brimming with tears. He prayed they didn't spill. That he could calm you down. That he could get you to trust him again. The thought of you never trusting him again crossing his mind.
Focus, Cay.
“Sweetheart, it's me.” He softened, an idea forming in his mind as he slowly crouched down a few feet in front of you. “It's your Cay-cay,” he quaked, his voice trembling as he made it on to his knees, his hands still in front of him like a peace offering. He noticed your breath trying to steady, the horrified look in your eyes dimming ever so slightly when he sat down.
He's so glad he read that random article online about mammalian nonverbal communication. It talked about how body language played a big part in social situations. How kneeling or appearing smaller naturally was a given gesture of respect. How kneeling could also subvert the possible threat someone could feel by imbalance in height or size. It would lower the center of gravity, which inherently would put the other person at ease. Which he could only hope it was doing for you.
Like how he would lean down to reassure you in crowds. Or how he would bend down to tie your shoes in the rain when you didn't want to get your hands muddy. Only this time he was emphasizing vulnerability, trying his best to calm down your mind so it no longer would pose him as a threat.
“I'm not going to hurt you, babe. I—” He swallowed, guilt seizing his chest at the fact he even had to tell you these words. It should have been a given. He shouldn't have to kneel in his room after trying to hug you to keep you from thinking he was going to put his hands on you.
It shouldn't have triggered you when he moved forward. But it did. And he swore on everything he was going to fix that.
“I would never hurt you.”
He whispered, watching as a tear slipped down your cheek. For a split second he was horrified you weren't going to come to him. Horrified you would run out or never let him touch you again.
A sudden loud cry against his chest made his mind fall blank in an instant, your body crashing into his.
He nearly fell over, steadying himself with a soft wince as you sobbed in his arms. He held you tighter, his chin cautiously positioning itself along your shoulder as he began to whisper in your ear.
“You're safe with me, baby.”
“I'm sorry I scared you. Please don't be afraid.”
“I would never hurt you. Never…”
By the time you calmed down, his fingers rubbing shapes along your spine and his lips gently pressed along your shoulder, you were exhausted. You nearly wailed in his arms for like ten minutes. Maybe even more.
But Cater didn't say anything about rushing your state. He didn't tell you to “stop crying”, he told you “cry as long as you need to”. He didn't tell you to “stop getting snot or tears on his shirt”, he told you “just let it all out, baby. I'm here”.
In the end, between exhaustion and Cater's soft touch you slipped unconscious, the weight shift only making him hold you closer to his chest. He held you there for a few more minutes, not rushing, just waiting. He kept his hand running steadily against your back, he kept pressing soft kisses along your skin or whispering encouraging words in your ear. He even contemplated sleeping on the floor with you so you wouldn't have to be moved, but he decided against it when he realized you'd probably wake up sore. And he already had to watch you cry, he wouldn't stand the idea of you waking up tomorrow in pain.
That night, Cater took the floor after tucking you in gently on his bed. He took a spare pillow from his closet and a thin blanket, not even bothering to change out of his uniform. Meanwhile your jacket was tucked carefully in his chair at his desk along with your untied shoes.
He barely slept, watching for every shift, listening for every whimper, waiting for any sign that you needed him again.
After three hours of nothing, he let himself drift off.
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The next morning the sun peaked through the curtains at the perfect angle to wake you up. You groaned softly, shifting around and subconsciously reaching for the warmth you were used to sleeping with.
But instead you found the warm body you snuggled on the floor, his neck craned uncomfortably and his eyebrows knit together like he was having a nightmare. You body moved instantly, his eyes fluttering open as he felt a leg slot between his and a soft breath against his chest.
“Mhn…good morning, sweetheart.” He whispered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he wrapped a steady arm around your waist, not pulling you any closer until you practically nudged into him. He responded instantly, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his legs around yours almost effortlessly. His fingers brushed against the skin under the hem of your shirt, his eyes softening as he fought himself to ask the question that burned in his throat all night.
He had to know.
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Seeing your fears firsthand last night was one thing. Hearing you tell him about your past boyfriend's abuse and the examples you gave him of it was a whole other story.
He tried to keep a neutral expression, wanting to stay calm for you as you told him about the abuse. Your ex used to smack you if you argued with him—if you talked back. Thats why you had been so on edge. Why you shrunk in front of him like a sad kicked puppy.
You practically were a kicked puppy at one point, the realization making him sigh and press a tender kiss against your lips. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your bodies still huddled on the carpet.
“I'm so sorry that happened to you, baby.” He frowned, feeling your hands grip his shirt tighter in your fingers to ground yourself. He pulled you closer once more, rubbing your leg with his foot gently to help steady your reality further.
“I'm sorry too.” You murmured, embarrassed you had even considered Cater would have hit you. He shook off your apology in an instant, not bothering to feel any offense towards the way you reacted to him yesterday.
“It's not your fault. You don't have to be sorry for trying to keep yourself safe after what you've been through,” He felt your lips tremble once more, his eyes meeting yours as he pressed the sweetest of kisses to your nose. “I swear though, you'll never have to worry about me, babe. And if you do, just tell me. I'll fix it.” He smiled, kissing your eyelids before bringing your face to his shoulder.
“And if you ever see him again, tell me, okay sweetheart?” He asked, drawing a curious look from you. “Why…?”
It took him a moment, a sly grin stretching across his lips as if he we're about to crack a joke. But when he told you what he would do if he ever saw your ex, his tone was anything but playful. He sounded dead serious. Murderous.
“I'll kill him for ya.”
He pressed a sweet kiss to your head sighing as he gave you a soft squeeze one more time, his words ridding any concern you every had of him until now.
“Nobody is gonna hurt my girl and get away with it. Not if Cay-cay can help it.”
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Authors note: I hope this wasnt too rushed lol but I've been on a Cater fix the past few days. Blame a redhead in my dream that I woke up yearning for...but anyways I really hope to write more Cater fics in the future. He's just a cutie. Also mb for the amount of sadness to fluff, its just a guilty pleasure ♡
Also I apologize for any spelling errors and stuff or weird formatting, I write on another app then copy and paste my stuff and it transfers weird so I have to edit it again.
Also if you have any feedback or tips, as always feel free to let me know. And thank you for reading~ your dear author, moonflower.
(No Ai feeding! Ai is fed enough as is, it doesnt need to eat my words too.)
Crips 'n' Dips was as busy as you had imagined it would be on a Saturday. The last time you were here, you shared a meal with The Headmage and Grim (which mainly consisted of Crowley whining that his lunch spot wasn't a secret anymore). You'd been meaning to come back under more peaceful terms, so when Cater approached you after class one day, asking to take you out, you obviously said yes! Who better to go with than the guy who managed the place for three days?
Your mouth watered at the thought of the menu recommendations Cater would give you once you two were inside. Maybe instead of ordering the burger, you'd try something else...ooo maybe a wrap? Or-
"Hey, prefect!"
Making his way to you was Cater, dressed all casual and skateboarding! That's right... he had mentioned he skateboarded before. If it was cool hearing about it then, it was definitely cool seeing him do it now. Especially once he kicked up his board when he was close enough.
"Sorry for making you wait so long...I had to make sure my fit was decent to post online, yknow?", he winked, placing his free arm around your shoulder and leading you both into the cafe. To anyone else, it probably seemed like you guys were on some sort of date. It definitely seemed that way to two little furrballs watching from inside...
"I deffo recommend getting the grilled cheese...the waiter comes by and makes it all rainbow, so when you do the cheese pull...you can imagine, can't you?"
You both spent a good chunk of time discussing what to order and what would look cute together to post online. By the time the waiter came around, it was all decided. He would be getting a chicken waffle plate and some coffee, while you opted for his grilled cheese recommendation with some tea! After finally placing the order, you really felt your stomach growl. "I've been meaning to thank you for asking me out. This place is just too cute! Not to mention the food."
He tilted his head. "Hm? Oh yeah, it's totees cute in here... just wait till you meet the chipmunk co-workers I had while managing! They're the stars of almost every food show here. I'll make sure to record when your food comes out, kay?" he said, lifting his phone up with a smile.
You could imagine it now... cheesy, gooey, colorful goodness inside toasty bread...man. With how hungry you were, you felt like Grim. It took so much bribing this morning to convince him to not come today; you now owed him like 10 tuna cans on the way back home.
Usually, waiting for your food to come out felt like either the most boring span of time ever or the most impatient. With Cater, on the other hand, you kind of wished it would take longer to come out due to how much fun you were having talking to him. He would tell you all the Hertslabyul updates that Riddle would never have told you, the newest spots he would go to on his time off, all the hobbies he had picked up, and best of all? You got dirt on all the dumb crap Ace and Deuce did in their dorm. It even came with picture proof (that you obviously made him send you)!
After about 15 or so minutes, your order arrived! Just like Cater had said before, two little chipmunks came out with what looked like their own prop wands. The waiter was obviously the one performing the magic to make the cheese all colorful, but seeing the Chipmunks act like it was them was the cutest thing you had seen in a while.
After they were done, the Chipmunks stayed behind to seemingly catch up with Cater. Somehow, he could understand them somewhat? The sight honestly made your heart melt... Taking the chance, you snapped a picture of the three of them interacting. You were sure that Cater would appreciate the candid shot. While you were checking the picture over, one of the chipmunks came over and peeked their head over your phone, giving a thumbs up. Chipmunk approved, you supposed? You didn't even know chipmunks could give thumbs up. Well, they were special after all.
After Cater took his food pics...it was time to eat! Taking a bite into your grilled cheese was so insanely satisfying, you just had to voice it. "Dude. This is like, honestly, better than the burger? Maybe it's just because I'm hungry, but...wow."
"Ehh?? Better than the burger? I think you've got your tastes all mixed up. There's a reason why the burger is a signature item- mph?!"
He suddenly began to sputter, coughing into his sleeve. "This isn't my coffee- this is sweet tea..Why do you have my coffee?!" Looking at the table, you realized he was telling the truth. The waiter had 100% given you guys the right drinks, so how did they get mixed up? You were ready to ask a worker, but Cater stopped you. "Don't even bother... I know it was those two rascals. They pulled these kinds of stunts all the time when I worked here." Sighing, he switched your drinks back to their original spots. "Blegh, no offense, but that drink ruined my whole palette. I really hate sweet things."
You tilted your head a little. "I see you post sweet things all the time on your magicam, though. Don't tell me you're a poser?"
"Nahh...not a poser. Moreso...I know what goes viral," he said, giving you a wink. Oh yeah, he was totally a poser. "Sooo, what are you gonna do with your chicken waffles? Gonna have them with no syrup?" Taking a sip of your own tea, you realized he hadn't put any sweeteners into his coffee. Resting the side of his face on his hand, he gave you a cheeky smile. "That's the plan, prefect! Sayy...I hear grilled cheese tastes pretty good with syrup. Here, have it! I insist~."
Off in the distance, you could have sworn you heard two sets of high-pitched giggles.
It sounded kinda gross, but his grilled cheese and syrup combo ended up being super good. How was it that every single one of his recommendations ended up being insanely delicious? Must've come from all his experience trying out all sorts of places for magicam.
The two of you were ready to get up and pay when a waiter stopped by to drop off a really beautifully plated slice of cake. Alongside two chipmunks, might I add.
"Did you order this?"
"No, I didn't. And I know you didn't cuz...well, it's sweet."
The two chipmunks tapped their feet, as if they wanted the two of you to shut up and watch. Taking a spoon, both of them proceeded to draw a cute little heart made out of chocolate sauce in front of the cake. Once that was done, they acted out a cupid shooting an arrow into the other's heart, then embracing each other passionately before separating, and pointing at the two of you. Almost as if to say: 'Hey, this is you guys!'
You were about to speak up, but Cater beat you to it. "They found out we're on a date, by the looks of it."
"...We are?"
"Uhhh, yeah? I asked you out, no?" "You did, but you never used the word date!" "I thought you would've gotten the hint! I didn't think you were the dense type, Prefect..." "???I'm not???" "Yeah? Well, Ace and Deuce's denseness seems to be rubbing off-" "HAH! Your'e real funny. As if."
A pause.
Rubbing his neck, he spoke uncharacteristically soft. "...Then, can we make this a date, like officially?" His saying that gained a pair of excited squeaks from the two furrballs. They were tugging at your sleeves, practically begging for you to say yes. This was all still pretty shocking, but...
"I'd...I would really like that."
To anyone else, it probably seemed like you two were on some sort of date.
That's because with the help of two furry friends, you finally were.
a/n: I enjoyed writing this fic the most so far into domaystic! I don't even have a preference for cater, the prompt plus the chipmunks were just too good a combo i think lol
No thoughts only Kirsten Cater manhandling you with his tails… yanking you out of danger and closer to him with a swift motion, fluffy tail wrapped around your waist…. Offering his tail as a seat when you get tired from walking, allowing you to perch on it like a little bird…
Using it as a restraint, tight against your wrists when you get a bit too heated and physical…. Ejsnskjsje
