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myeagleexpert · 2 months

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𝕸𝖞 𝕳𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

Yandere ex bad boy x reader When a former bad boy gets out of prison and finds you, the light of his life, he decides he would never let you go again.

cw: delusional yandere, creppy, clingy, no use of yn, reader is stressed and doesn't love yandere but is with him just because he's a stress reliever, the straight-laced girl gets involved with an ex badboy, use of pet names “princess , love”, stalking, insecurity, thoughts of getting married, beginning of a relationship, religious themes at the beginning (youth meeting), very soft at the beginning because the longer you stay together the more he develops an obsession.

"I will marry you". You would be grateful to hear this from a long-term relationship….but hearing this on the first day of your first official relationship?? Who would have the audacity to ask you that??

Marc, your new boyfriend. He is of average height, with shaved hair and thin. You met him by inviting him to a youth meeting at your church, and since he wanted to embrace his new good guy phase, he clearly went. And it wouldn't take long for you to regret that decision.

Marc is strangely strange, like a criminal in interrogation, already anticipating the argument he would have with the lawyer. He has an anxious look on his face every time you meet, and the pressure he has placed on his shoulders to be the “perfect boyfriend” requires him to be honest with you. Everyone knows and feels that pleasant and cozy atmosphere when a couple gets to know each other more and more, opening up little by little, leaving themselves vulnerable to the person their heart burns so much but…. I don't want to ruin this phase, but… he opened up about his past and it totally changed your image of him. How messing with delinquent people influenced him, how he left his family and ran away from home, how his other two serious relationships were toxic and abusive and hurt him psychologically, how he spent time in jail when they caught him with drugs , how he abandoned the will to live….

Until he met you and everything changed.

“You are the light of my life” “I only see my future by your side”

Of all the years he appeared in your life, he appeared just when you were killing yourself studying for a place at the college of your dreams! How much sacrifice! So much pressure! So much stress! The year you followed an intense study routine and practically isolated yourself from the world to study was the year he appeared…as a distraction.

You were so stressed that you needed a distraction on your side. After all, you need to live your youth too, don’t you? It won't be anything serious, you don't have time for that princess, it will just be a momentary relief, just a little flig.

Not if it's up to him.

In fact, you "met" in high school, from different classes, he uses and insists on this argument every time you say that you haven't known each other long enough. "But we never spoke….". "But we talked through our eyes!" You swear you can count on the fingers of your left hand how many times you've actually seen him.

Upon leaving the cold and degrading prison and feeling completely lost, he prayed to the heavens about what direction to ask for in life and coincidentally your profile appeared on his Instagram!

"As soon as I saw your profile, I knew you were different and would change my life" he tells the story of how he met his precious girlfriend for the millionth time, with the same dreamy sigh as always.

He spent 8 months just observing you, what you like and what you don't like, following you, your friends and family on all social networks, he discovered your favorite books and read each one of them trying to be the one you admire most, he discovered where you buy your favorite perfumes and bought the ones you liked the most, to know how you felt and all that… thrown out the window. Because every time Marc looks at you, he forgets everything, the world goes blank and his focus is absolutely you.

He forgets the beautiful words he thought when he was going home, he forgets the way the heartthrob in his book convinced the girl to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek, or how he rehearsed in the mirror how to hold her hand and kiss her without looking so awkward, Marc forget that he has to breathe to continue living but frankly he prefers to be in your air, breathe your oxygen. He also forgets that he had other relationships and shouldn't be so nervous around you.

“Then I said-…hey, I can feel your gaze from here.” “Am I staring at you a lot?? Aah sorry, you’re so beautiful that I couldn’t resist.” he says while kissing your cheek and interrupting anything that would come out of your mouth.

Marc desires to be a devoted follower of his goddess, you. But most of the time it fails miserably. He is in such a trance that he forgets everything and even though the eyes of a passionate puppy that he looks at you with seem cute, you are not guilty of feeling offended. He forgets your favorite place to go out, he forgets your favorite snack, he forgets that sweets make you feel calmer in tpm, he forgets that you canceled a date and gets sulky afterwards blaming you, he forgets that you have bigger goals clear and more important than him and most importantly, he forgets that you have a life before him and whenever you mention an ex-boyfriend he's like "What do you mean you had a boyfriend before me? Who is he? Why did they break up?" So that I don't make the same mistakes he did so that I find him and threaten him to never even look at him again.

and for you so I can make you feel guilty for still having his contact so it's just me and you in the world

Marc is strangely strange, have you ever seen a bear hiding behind a lamp post? So is his jealousy. His blood boils every time you mention a name that isn't his, his body screams mine mine mine, to possessively squeeze your waist and his mouth kisses you until the princess's stressed little head forgets that useless name what you just said after all, I'm the one next to you and I bet he can't make you feel good like I do but…. he hides it well, sometimes, when he forces it. But it's so fking hard to disguise it!

"I met a friend of mine today" "Friend, what friend? A man?" "Then he said- "But wait, love - sorry to interrupt you - since when and where have you known him?" Wasn't this friend of yours on his list where he came from? "I met him in my first year of high school, love, he moved away after that, and I met him again now" " And you hugged him? "Of course, like I do with everyone-" "whyyyyyy?" “Marc he’s my friend and-” “And do you remember his name?”- He asked something simple but that had a strong and heavy meaning behind it.

the name. the name is something so simple but so important, isn’t it?

In a random dawn, he realized that the little princess didn't remember people's names very well and when asked, you replied “They're not important to me, just some extras interacting with me” and while you sleepy laughed at theory made on the spot, his heart squeezed as he remembered that you often forgot his name too.

I'm not so important that you remember my name?

In a random dawn, you told him that you had had other relationships before him, but you never felt anything for them, so you ended it and left and forgot about them. Others, which were hidden and you did crazy things in love for them, regretted them and never saw them again. And that he was your first official boyfriend, the first you took home, the first you took to meet your parents and family, the first you took to your hiding place in the house. He. But as quickly as pride filled his heart, his mind fed the uncertainties and insecurities that keep him awake at night.

Would you live love adventures with him too? Would you regret loving him? Do you have feelings for him or is it a one-sided relationship? Would you forget about him? Would you trade it for one night? Would you… leave?

Marc is so strangely strange that he sometimes blurts out strange and chilling phrases every time you try to subtly open his eyes about the relationship, and in his head they are sweet and romantic, passionate and sincere declarations always sealing the promise with kisses and hugs that are increasingly hard and possessive, but they are red signs in your eyes that something is wrong.

“I don’t know if I could handle that either.” You said as you casually gossiped about a breakup between a couple you saw on the internet, without realizing it Marc's eyes darkened when he heard the word breakup "Listen, if we broke up I…"

"Baby, you know that if it's up to me, we'll never breakup, right?" With a determined look, Marc pulled you onto his lap

"Of course, dear, but if what you did…"

"I would come to your house, take you and lock you away from the world. Because if that's the case, you would never leave me."

"Whoa boy, a little bird wasn't meant to be trapped." When you felt the sincerity of Marc's words, you tried to leave your dear boyfriend's lap, demonstrating that you were serious about the matter, this fact did not go unnoticed by him as he smiled at you and with hearts in his eyes, he kissed you madly until you was breathless and again and again and again….he put you in a bridal carry position, pressing you against his chest with such force that it left you sore

"So i cut the bird's wings and we stay together, love, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We will never break up, remember what I told you? Let's get married, my beautiful darling."

#tw yandere #yandere boy #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #clingy yandere #delusional #red aesthetic #my ocs #oc yandere #infelizmente inspirado em fatos reais #yn girl

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threadsun · 11 months

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Fishie asks: "time to be extremely self indulgent, but how do u think the lads stim? i tried looking through u tag to see if youve done that so if u have then OOP but im pretty sure u havent anyways. i love oral stimming via chewing and i keep making clicking noises so i wanna know what kinda stims they would have cause #autismhourswhoupgettingslonkedsilly!!!! - fishie"

Ohohohohoho yesssss it's autism hours!!!!!! I am in awe of their tism!!!!!! I fully headcanon them all as autistic, but especially Ian and Nick~

Also yes I'm back on my ex-ballerina Jean bullshit >:3c

Jack:

Jack hums! Usually just a simple, repetitive tune or a single note if he's not paying attention. When he's really happy, he'll typically just have a low droning hum going in the back of his throat constantly. He also bounces in place, especially when he's excited or otherwise full of energy. He keeps it to a minimum if his bouncing would cause problems (like jostling someone in his lap), but he's a bouncy boy!

Ian:

Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap Ian's a tappy boy!!! All four fingers pressed together, tapping his fingertips on anything nearby all at once. If he's particularly overwhelmed (good or bad), it turns into patting with his whole hand. He also pops very quietly when he needs to stim. Just gently pressing his lips together and making a soft little popping sound that's easy to miss if it's not silent in the room.

Shaun:

Well, I mean, the obvious one for Shaun is purring. He doesn't have the requisite biology to actually purr, but he'll make a low grumbly sound in the back of his throat while he essentially kneads/makes biscuits on whatever soft thing is nearby. He also clicks his tongue quite loudly whenever things get too quiet or he needs to focus, it's his go-to stim when his brain needs a sound in the background.

Nick:

Nick's necklaces? Stim necklaces. Same with his bracelets. All of his jewellery is in some way stimmy for him. Whether it's just dragging the lock over the chain it's on to feel the way it vibrates or spinning the beads on his bracelet. He's a very fidgety stimmer, so he also keeps at least one fidget toy in his pocket at all times. Just anything that can keep his hands occupied and has a good sensation to it.

Joseph:

Joseph's got the typical delinquent stims. Bouncing his legs and drumming on everything. Whether it's patting a beat on his thighs or using his fingers to drum on the edge of a table, that's his go-to stim. And whenever he needs to sit for long periods of time, his legs are going to end up bouncing. His big nervous stim that he's been trying to kick forever is biting his nails. He'll bite them to the quick.

Jean:

Jean was heavily forced to mask as a child, so he doesn't stim much. But when he's standing and needs to stim, he'll often go en pointe or go through the basic ballet foot positions (or full positions, if he's alone). Generally, he only stims when he's nervous or excited because those are the only times he can't stop himself from unmasking. But yeah, generally ballet feet is his thing because it's easy to hide.

Rory:

Hair twirling! Rory stims by twirling his hair and rubbing the tips of his hair against his thumb. Something about the slightly spiky feeling of it is a great stim for him. He also tends to knock his feet together gently, just bouncing them off each other a bit. He's also really big on auditory stims, so he'll tap or crinkle things to hear the sound they make. When something makes a good sound, he'll keep it!

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #sdj headcanons #18+ only #sunshine #fishie #heeheehoohoo threw a few of my own stims in here >:3c

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dollywony · 2 years

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thief - m.w

pairing(s): ex-mike x reader (??) & jane x mike

summary: you were finally seeing mike wheeler again, but not as lovers.

a/n: this is my first fic ever so pls be nice!!

warnings: mild cursing, angst, cheating.

wc: 1.5k

The start of spring break. You’ve been dreading it. The knot in your stomach had expanded massively. Mike Wheeler was coming to Lenora. Mike Wheeler as in Jane Hopper's boyfriend.

The boy she shed constant tears over, the boy she fell in love with every time he sent a letter, the boy who kept on breaking her heart. She had sobbed in your arms woefully due to the lack of letters.

The very same letters you had dawned over at night. You wondered why, just why she wouldn't give him up. Give him up and start looking for other people. It's just love, you thought endlessly. But love doesn’t make you cry constantly. Love doesn't make you self conscious. And love certainly did not root from Mike Wheeler.

The same Mike Wheeler who had been making out with you by the creek at midnight last summer.

Summer of 1985. You had been thrown in some delinquent camp by your parents after they had heard about one being set up in Hawkins, Indiana . It had been the same for Mike Wheeler, or as he claimed. Looking back, you don’t believe his reply. According to Jane, he had grown up in Hawkins. Could I ever believe a word out of his mouth then? All the I love you’s, the encouraging, reassuring words? I'll never truly know.

Your relationship with each other had grown immensely in a short amount of time. The constant flirting, the remarks, everything. It wasn’t until he made the first move on the second night of August in 1985.

August 2nd 1985, Mike Wheeler kissed you and you enjoyed it. Scratch that, you were in an euphoric state. As his lips met yours, you couldn't help but adore the fact that his lips tasted like cherry, specifically cherry chapstick. Later on, you found out it belonged to Jane.

It had crushed you figuring out that Mike Wheeler did indeed have a girlfriend when your little summer fling had happened but this pain did not hurt more than the fact that this was the same Mike Wheeler who Jane had cried over constantly, wondering if she wasn't enough. It was good to say that you had dropped the box of beads when Jane had confessed that she and Mike had been seeing each other around 2 years ago.

You wonder if Mike had known about your presence due to Jane's frequent letters. You wouldn't ever know, you threw out every letter he continuously sent. At one point he stopped. You were relieved, maybe he had gotten over it. Maybe he decided to let go. That was until Jane had told you her boyfriend was coming over for spring break.

That same day you threw up.

As you felt yourself being nudged, you came out of your trance. “Y/n!,” Will nudged you. “Oh! Yea sorry what's going on?” your voice wavered, nauseous now reminiscing the past. “Mike's flight is about to land!,” Will had brightened up tremendously. “Oh you know I'm so excited to see him again, it's been so long!”

As bad as you felt, you had zoned out at the mention of Mike. He was really coming to Lenora. In a matter of moments really.

As the speakers start to crackle, “Flight 623 just landed from Indianapolis and will be arriving at gate two. Flight 623 from Indianapolis at gate two.” can be heard all over the airport.

“Look, I think that's him!” Jane had turned to you while pointing to someone dressed ridiculously. You couldn’t hear anything. You were sure your heart was to jump out at any moment given by the way it was beating.

“Mike!” Jane had called out and indeed the man who had dressed as if he were to sunbathe, had turned around to gaze in her direction. Fuck. he was really here. “Over here!” Jane had called out, holding the biggest grin you’ve ever witnessed on her. As Mike had slowly approached you all, obnoxious slippers slapping the floor, you had quickly diverted your attention to the magazines near the chairs. Suddenly you had an interest in pregnancy. Lovely.

As you hear the couple embrace each other, kissing in the midst of it, you had angled yourself to get a sneak peak of the scene. Tears had begun to welt up in your eyes as his outgrown, shaggy hair had come into view.

As Will and Mike stopped hugging and greeting one another, you were abruptly pulled from where you were into Jane's grasp. “Mike, say hello to Y/n! You know the one I've been talking about!,” Jane had said, facing the two of you. “Don't worry, not anything bad though!” Jane sent a cheeky grin your way.

You could see realization hitting Mike like a brick as his smile had faltered gazing upon you. “O-oh,” Mike had gone pale, as if he had seen a ghost. “Hi Y/n, it's so nice to finally meet you.” his words had come out fast and unsteady. Well, at least the guy held some shame.

“Hi.” you responded just as quickly as you suddenly walked towards the bathroom, feeling sick. “Uhh guys, I think I'm going to use the bathroom. Those pretzels definitely did not do me justice.”, you groaned, covering your mouth as an attempt to convince them. “Aw, okay y/n! We’ll wait for you here once you're done!” Jane had said with a deflated grin appearing on her face.

Unknowingly to you, Mike had also quickly excused himself to use the bathroom after you had left, trying to catch up with you. “God, she's such an angel, why did this have to happen?” You muttered under your breath as you walked into the bathroom. You had to be cursed somehow, you believed. As you paced around the bathroom, a sudden knock appeared at the door.

You had quickly ran the water, pretending like you were washing your hands, then opened the door only to be pushed back in and locked in with no other than Mike Wheeler himself.

“Y/n..” Mike had spluttered out, well aware of what his presence had done to her. “Don't even.” you had choked out before the tears in your eyes began to spurt out. Fuck, were your cheeks wet?

As you brought a hand up to wipe as many tears away as possible, Mike had handed you tissues from the side. “Here..” he stammered. You both could sense the tension built up.

As sad as it was, all it took was 30 second eye contact with Mike Wheeler to break you. Break what control you thought you had. Every night, slowly getting over him, all to waste. Seeing him in person just had all the feelings rushing back. You then realized, you were fucked. Fucked for falling in love with Mike Wheeler, fucked that he was your friends boyfriend and fucked up for still liking him.

As the tears continuously split, you fell to the floor. You felt shame of course, but this, this was something else that overpowered this by a mile. You felt as if the circulation in your body was cut off. Was this what it was like to be in love with the wrong person? Or was it just love? Fuck you didn't care, either way you despised this feeling.

Mike came running towards you as you fell. At this point, you couldn't even resist. You felt horrible for Jane. How could you have betrayed her like this? Would she even forgive you once she found out? These thoughts were slowly erased as you felt his big, lanky limbs wrap around you, a bittersweet gesture. You couldn’t help yourself but lean into his touch. God, you missed this so much.

“Im so sorry, im so fucking sorry,” Mike had mumured like a mantra into your hair. “I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.” sobs had erupted in the both of you, syncing up.

“Mike..,” you stammered out. “I, no. We can’t do this.” you muttered out voice cracking. “I mean, Jane doesn’t deserve this. How could I ever do this to her?” Mike scrambles to shush you. “Let’s forget that right now. please.”

And forget you did. Well, not really. You only pretended it never happened once you both stepped out of the bathroom. Did it crush you? Yes. Did you want closure? But sometimes, you had to resist, resist for the sake of others.

Jesus, who were you to call yourself Jane's friend if you had continued to talk to Mike without her knowing?

You felt shitty but, a part of you, wanted to reach out to Mike. Reach out and embrace and kiss him. Maybe more. Maybe he wanted that as well. Maybe he didn't. You would never know as he and the Byers had never returned to Lenora after spring break.

Mike had come up with some bullshit excuse to get us out of the mess and surprisingly Jane bought it. Must be his affect, after all you would’ve known.

Maybe you should have attended those classes you skipped. maybe, just maybe if you did, you would’ve never met Mike Wheeler, the thief who stole your heart in a matter of moments. The thief who would never return what he had stolen.

The thief who was unaware of what he had stolen.

#mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler angst #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard x reader #iri writes!!#dollywony #iris blog

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catindabag · 11 months

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TBOSAS AU ✨CRACK! TAKE✨: The 10th HG Mentors According to Drunk Dean Highbottom. (Part 1)

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In my TBOSAS Crack!AU (Read [this] & [this] for context), Drunk!Casca Highbottom has a major problem when it comes to pronouncing people’s names right (intentionally and unintentionally). Many even accepted the fact that the Dean just gave up correcting himself after the last PTA meeting.

Moreover, most of the time, drunk Highbottom thinks that his top student, Coriolanus Snow is the 2nd coming of the ever gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow. And yes, Crassus was in fact Casca’s former super dead lover, drinking buddy, and karaoke pal.

In addition, the Dean hates the Plinths with a passion. However, it is not because they’re District. Casca simply hates them because according to rumors, Strabo Plinth, who was also serving in the army with Crassus Snow at that time, stole (dated) Casca’s ex boyfriend after the infamous Crasca University Breakup.

And now, Coriolanus Crassus Snow is going to marry the rich bastard Sejanus Plinth after graduation. And Casca is still swimming in DENIAL. How the odds were never in Highbottom’s favor.😭🔪

So here are our Mentors according to Drunk Delusional Dean Casca Highbottom (plus with his personal side notes and opinions about them).

Here are the other parts: [2] [3] [4]

⭐️MENTORS⭐️

Crassus Xanthos Snow (Coriolanus Snow)

I hate you, I love you, Crassus!😭🔪

You smell like roses and cabbages.

Poor AF. That’s what you get for breaking up with me!!

Is currently dating that idiot Plinth. I don’t know which one.😩😭

Obviously, you only did it for the filthy money!

Has a severe case of OCD and Paranoia.

Depressed & Obsessed AF.

War orphan who can’t pay his taxes.

Can’t even pay for therapy.

Can’t afford to buy f*ckin’ shoes.

Wears old clothes from the last century.

I want to spoil you so bad!😩

I too have money, please 🙏 marry me!

Extremely smart, but stupid.

Sucks at Physical Education.

Can and will malfunction when in a state of confusion.

Needs to pet a fluffy fat cat to avoid going batsh*t crazy.

Snow lands on top?? He’s a freaking “bottom”😏 for goodness sake.

Almost got evicted by loan sharks.

Can be easily hoodwinked into marriage.

I miss our ✨Thursday Clubbing✨!😭

Come back to me, Snow Bae!

I’m still single and waiting for you!

We’re technically still dating, right?🥺

That infamous “University Breakup” NEVER happened!!😫

CRASCA FOREVER!!

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by acting like a weak (but hot) little meow meow before poisoning everyone with Nightlock Berries.

Syllabus Plinth (Sejanus Plinth)

Ughhh!😩 Just go back to District 2 already!

You rich social climbing bastard!

Stole my gorgeous boyfriend!😡🔪

Is reckless AF.

Is wasteful AF.

Is a natural born menace to me.

The idiot heir to the largest munitions empire of Panem.

Wants to become the President of Panem for some reason?🧐

Throws bread to the dead.

No fashion sense at all.

Dr. Gaul hates him for being too nice.

His boyfriend stealing father throws money at me all the time.

Does not know what “personal space” is.

Doesn’t deserve to date my Snow Bae!

How dare you steal my boyfriend!!

I’ll crash your f*ckin’ wedding!!🤬🔪

How dare you stand where I stood!

You have daddy issues!

Peace loving?! Your family sells guns and nuclear missiles for a living!

The audacity! Give me your sandwich recipe!

Once choked my former boyfriend with gumdrops.

Will NEVER WIN the Hunger Games!!🤬🔪 I won’t allow this boyfriend stealing bastard to win anything!

Fetus Creed (Festus Creed)

A self proclaimed “Professional Dumpster Diver.”

Panem’s garbage boy.

A menace to society and the food industry.

Likes to act innocent & clueless.🙄

A natural born leader for fools.

President of the Losers Club.

King of delinquents.

Loves to steal and eat my hamburgers.

Can’t afford to buy a slice of cheesecake.

Is currently dating the cannibal.

Breaks the law everyday, all day.

Peacekeepers loathe him but can’t arrest him.

The Academy’s very own village idiot.

Your family owns the largest construction company in all of Panem, but reconstruction is still slow AF because of your very existence.

Your family members are super weird and super annoying.

Claimed to have never received the 200+ expulsion letters that I’ve personally written and sent to his parents.😫🔪

Has received at least 70+ demerits from me.

Why can’t you attend at least one f*ckin’ detention?!😡

Hangs out with cabbage boy and Plinth’s idiot heir all the time.

Needs to be expelled ASAP.

Why do you succeed and fail at the same time?!

Your ODDS are a piece of sh*t.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games through sheer DUMB LUCK.😩🔪

Listerina Listerine Vickers (Lysistrata Vickers)

Gives free hugs drugs to friends.

Does not prescribe morphling bottles for free.😭

Founder and leader of the “Snowjanus” fan club.🙄🔪

Started the “shipping” war of the century.

Very responsible, but unpredictable.

Suspicious AF.

You’re super lucky that your mommy and daddy are working under the President.

Stop using your “My parents are famous doctors” card to get out of trouble!

Biology is her forte.

Broke my expensive office aquarium on accident purpose.

Gave me weird looking vitamins as an “apology” gift.

Will stab people for medical reasons.

Knows how to manipulate the law.

Your wannabe local drug dealer doctor.

Has a neat appearance, just like her parents.

Might be the leader of an underground illegal drug company that I can’t name.

May have manufactured medicine without the President’s consent.

Is secretly a cry baby.

Hangs out with stupid garbage boys.

Girl, your so called “Miracle Pills” might be lethal and illegal.

Empathetic, I guess.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by secretly slowly hugging drugging everyone to death.

Philip Raven’s Bill (Felix Ravinstill)

Ultimate Nepo Baby of the century.

Everyone’s favorite boy by default.

Very cool and competent.

Was given the biggest bedroom in the President’s Mansion for some reason.

President Gran Gran’s favorite grandnephew.

Is very rich, but don’t ask why.

Can win a war through the power of friendship and stupidity.

Extremely likable AF.

Must be protected at all cost.

VIP student who can’t be arrested.

Is the Class President.

If he gets hurt, we all get hurt.

I’ll be dead before you get kidnapped.

Haven’t you heard? His granduncle is the current President of Panem.

Has common sense.

Your bromantic boyfriend is a freaking kleptomaniac.

What’s with the Hello Kitty merch?!

Your family is corrupt AF.

Hates his shady & scheming relatives.

Half of your uncles are banned from entering The Academy.

Can you file a very powerful restraining order for me?🥺

Needs to work on his “begging” skills.

Might have the power to end the Hunger Games forever.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by hiding and having a lot of sponsors to keep him alive.

Andrew Keys Under Sun (Androcles Anderson)

A wannabe reporter like his mama.

A self proclaimed “professional kleptomaniac.”

Stole my morphling bottles.😠🔪

Stole my very expensive wristwatch.

Stole my personal diary journal.

Where is my freaking wallet, Andrew Keys?!

Is straight up a criminal.

Knows how to pickpocket like a pro.

Never give him a hairpin.

I gave you an inch, you f*ckin’ ran a mile.

You’re lucky that your mama can destroy my reputation.

Stole a thousand & plus items from school.

Is maybe secretly dating the Class President.

The only reason why you haven’t been arrested by the authorities is because of your bromantic boyfriend.

Your family only got filthy rich by blackmailing powerful people.

Can break into anyone’s house without being detected.

Dammit! Why do you have natural luck?!

The odds are always in your favor!😩

Can bribe anyone with a slice of pizza.

Will most likely win the Hunger Games by literally stealing everyone’s weapons, sponsors, lovers, mothers, fathers, and of course, your life.

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dayurno · 1 year

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idk if you've answered a question like this before but do you have any kandrew fic recs 😳

IVE BEEN debating whether i should update my kandrew fic recs since its been a while and they have more than 3 fics now (shocking news to me) so here you go!!!

i bet these memories follow you around by acidmeringue

ONE OF THE MOST RECENTS I READ ohhhh it was so good it was so soft it was so perfect.... when andrew thinks hes hurt kevin and kevin notices that andrew shuts down bc of it............. THE TS LYRIC TITLE i am a simple. person i really am:) no smut in this one but theres some heavy petting

So Kiss Me In The Dark by jaydreamz

AHHHHHH,,,,,,,, this one it was soooo heart fluttering to me because of the things andrew thinks about kevin as i mentioned im really easy when andrew is in love im like ihrfugjhdftfwiogjdf (foams at the mouth)!!!... its an au but a little canon adjacent too and its really sweet:) perfect if you just want something nice and simple

leave your heart at home by NanaMinyard

this was written by my friend nana and i quite like it ! canon compliant, a little breakup angst, kevin starts seeing other people when andrew pulls the "we're nothing" on him, truly very fun to me........ i love exes kandrew and i love even more when andrew is just so pathetic

But I Have Twice The Heart by sambutwithbooks for dayurno (hihi) BEAUTIFUL SAM WROTE THIS FOR ME....!!! for aftg mixtape 2023, its sooooo good and such a refreshing concept for them!! just your usual bad boy/prep au with kevin being the literal son of the mayor (:0 ! !) and andrew being the local delinquent

breaking every finger, praying that it makes me clean by orionauriga

EASILY ONE OF THE BEST KANDREW FICS EVER ACTUALLY..... theres background kandreil so if thats not your cup of tea thats fine but its a lovely lovely work about andrew and aaron and andrew and kevin, the lines drawn between those, kevaaron sobriety etc. truly beautiful and one of my favorites

missed sleep by @nanatsuyu

IVE RECOMMENDED THIS BEFORE AND ILL DO IT AGAIN! the beautiful nanatsuyu never disappoints and im always very happy whenever they post anything kandrew hehe..... an au of sorts, domestic married kandrew being old men together....... a glimpse of happiness between two eternities of darkness. etc

even if it takes __ years by @nanatsuyu

heh.... this is the last nana one i promise..... i have not personally read this one yet (its been on my list!) but i trust them to write any kandrew at any point in time so ill sign under whatever is written there. have fun

these should be enough for now! as i got this ask i thought to myself there would surely be a ton of kandrew fics i hadnt mentioned or talked about before but it seems that most of them were actually my own...... olmfaoo... um... well if youre interested in that you can check out my ao3 profile as well

#asks #kandrew #fic rec

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dothwrites · 10 months

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'bad boys' is such a precious episode to me. dylan everett is THEE young dean.

dean's insistence that john did nothing wrong... even when it becomes CLEAR that he knows that he did something wrong... john allowing dean to rot in the boy's home because he got caught stealing... if you ever tell me that john winchester was just doing the best he could, i am going to bite your head off

sam is sooooooooooo snotty when it comes to ex-cons. my god. sam finds out that anyone has ever been to prison and his opinion of them immediately plummets. again, it's an interesting way to view 'liberal' sam

dean's innate kindness to and concern for children is also something that is so precious to me.

dean is doing good in school! he thrives when he is given positive reinforcement and a stable environment! he's not stupid and he's not a delinquent, he is SMART and he just wants a home!

robin not recognizing dean is also something so very painful to me. she was such a big part of dean's life, and he's obviously kept some pretty fond memories of her and that time in his life. it was a core memory experience for dean, but for robin, he was just... some guy in her past. she doesn't think about it, and when he comes in, she has to be reminded of who he is. and when she remembers, she doesn't really care. (i know that she was giving him a little cold shoulder in the diner, but the point still stands) it's excruciating for dean and i just want to hug him.

dean's thing about being a mechanic: the cars leave and he's not responsible for them anymore. don't read too much into that, but that screams of a kid who's tired of being responsible for his brother and his family. he's screaming under the pressure and he just wants to be a KID

"sometimes you have to do what's best for you even if it's going to hurt the ones you love" ... if only dean learned how to take his own advice. dean's whole life has been a series of doing everything for the people he loves instead of for himself. including his decision to leave sonny's. he leaves for sam! despite wanting to get away from responsibility, he goes back because his family has its hooks too far into him. there's no escaping. dean never managed it, and even sam got roped back in.

#doth watches spn

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zaenaris · 9 months

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Imagine that in Mabu Timeline, while Koko's mum was totally ok and absolutly NOT surprised that her son fall in love with Inupi; his father was :/ not because Inupi is a boy, but because he's a ex delinquant, who got in reform school for some months, who didn't even finish high school (did he even got to high school??), who is theorically poor and struggling to keep his motors shop. Like "i don't mind you to be with a man, but couldn't you choose a better one?" and Koko is deeply outraged. "Do you know what i have done that two last years è_é"

(Meanwhile Inupi's parents are so relieved that their son speak to them again that they woudn't dare to say anything about it)

(But it could be worse, they could say "Akane would have married someone right and would give us grandchildren")

Of Course in Reset Timeline, nothing bad happen.

Akane is here to be sure to be here to support her little bro and be sure that their parents don't say something bad. Here nothing wrong happened so they're kinda not surprised. At all. "Hajime? Tell us something we don't know" Because Inupi's feelings were SO obvious.

For Koko's parents, it's the same thing. Here Inupi was not send in reform school because Izana and Shion didn't mess with his little head to make him arrested. Shin was here to be sure of it (well Shin was alive when Inupi got arrested in the first timeline ok but things are very different in Reset). Inupi got to high school, with Koko's help, and with Akane's support, but he finished high school, even if he also was a delinquant. But Koko's father couldn't say that since his son was also a delinquant.

@naehja sorry for the late reply, I was on vacation so I limited my access to social media lol

yeah, Papa Koko really should have a reality check, luckily Hajime provides him one lol - I also believe that Koko didn't really keep in touch with in family during the Kanto Manji era, but I'm sure they knew Hajime was doing something illegal, but they pretended not to see, as if that could fix things; besides, in the KMG timeline, Kakucho died (for real this time?) and Takemichi was stabbed, there's no way police wouldn't have been involved (like it happened during Bloody Halloween and after Tenjiku), so Koko himself this time would have been in trouble too

I would have loved to see Inupi's pov, his parents and their reaction to Akane's death and their relationship with Inupi (it's just implied Inupi didn't get along with them in middle school since he says to Koko to go home every once in a while since he's "not like him"). I wonder if they'd made remarks like that (about marrying "right" and having children) even if, in mabu/bonten tl, I headcanon that maybe at some point, Seishu started talking with them again

Yeah, in the final/reset tl I guess really nobody is surprised by Inupi and Koko's relationship, it was clear to everyone that their frienship was special and at some point it would have become something more. They still had their rebellious phase as delinquents, but it didn't really impact their lives (so Papa Koko couldn't really say anything 🤣)

#tokyo revengers #kokonoi hajime #inui seishu #inukoko #kokonui #koko x inupi #inui x koko #asks #zae talks about tr

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simpforsimeon · 2 years

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If I was in Twisted (not William! Does this mean I'm making my own Yuu??)

- About the characters and my opinion on them, this would affect my way of interacting with them.

Heartslabyul! Ft. Grim, Crowley and Crewel

- About Dire Crowley :

• I would either kick him in the balls or try to steal his credit card

• I have mixed feelings about him

• Like I find him very amusing and he makes me laugh but I also dislike him so kinda Crowley slender but with kind of affection since he is still our deadbeat crow father

• I may be genderfluid but my body is of a girl so if he doesn't fucking provide me fucking protection against boys or even the essential needs as a girl, I'm telling Crewel and probably make him have a bad reputation to Ambrose

- About Grim :

• I love cats, so- he would have a higher chance of getting the spot of being my favourite

• But most of the time he annoys me but I still love him

• I don't care, I'm adopting him even if I don't know how to cook (I seriously do not know how to cook but I do know how to make simple things that don't require much)

• I'm either going to be mean and cold to him or shower him with love and affection and be warm and kind depending on how he treats me or just on my mood

- About Ace Trappola:

• Motherfucker reminds me of Childe/Tartaglia (I don't know if it's from his looks or personality-)

• This idiot has a special place in my heart so there's the biggest chance I'll probably bust his ego knowing that I'll be kind and affectionate with him (most of the time people would tell me I'm kind when I don't do literally anything to them-)

• Ace, sweetheart, stop making me lose more braincells- wait- I probably didn't have them in the first place (like academically, I'm average and good but otherwise? Nah- I'm practically sharing the same braincell as Ace and Deuce)

• He is probably taller than me- I'm literally 1,56 /5'1 -- SO CUDDLE ME AS THE BIG SPOON-

• I don't really trust man but I'd wholeheartedly trust the main cast of Twisted Wonderland

• Would definitely tease me and get me a flustered and annoyed mess but eh-

- About Deuce Spade :

• HE HAS MY HEART TOO-

• I'll probably smitten him with love and affection and try not to be mean to him but I'd definitely be kind of sarcastic or annoyed (just a tiny bit)

• This ex-but-pure-delinquent would definitely drink respect woman juice, so I don't worry much about him, like have you see how fondly and repectfully he talks about his mother??

• He may be a dumbass but he is my (and other Yuus) dumbass

• Deuce, darling, would probably help me with my fucking social interactions?? I'm kinda like Idia (and Leviathan-) but can still hold a small conversation with people I don't know

• Hope he doesn't mind me practically talking his ears off since when I get to know someone or just someone that I'm fond of, I can get a little more talkative and enthusiastic but still kinda closed off-

- About Divius Crewel:

• Father figure

• I'm probably asking him for tips on fashion

• Definitely talking shit about students/Crowley with each other

• I'm feeling the most comfortable with him (along with Train since he also has two daughters) when it comes to that time of the month

• Fun fact: I'm curious about alchemy but I'll probably fail at it, so I'm not sure how would he react at that

• I don't know what to say anymore-

- About Cater Diamond:

• As much as I love him, he, Ace and Deuce probably have the most energy and my introverted self thinks there are too many social butterflies around me

• But, I would definitely also have him with me when it comes to fashion and girl problems since he also has two sisters (and he would probably know about it??)

• This boy would definitely try to get me have much more confidence

• Like hello?? This is Cater we are talking about-

• Boy- don't you dare post my art without my permission or even my poems- (and I'll probably never show you guys my poems either- I just make them for fun and these are not good-)

• He probably has warm hugs- I dunno but I'd hug him a lot if I could

• Sir, it is illegal to be this pretty are you are

• I'll definitely let him vent about his sisters or his emotions in general

- About Trey Clover:

• HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL- I'M TELLING YOU, HOUSE HUSBAND MATERIAL

• You -- Trey Clover -- let me have your hand in marriage

• Either that or let me be your younger sister- I'm done with my annoying and bossy siblings-

• I bet on Grim that whenever he makes sweets, I'll ask him to let me taste (I have a sweet tooth)

• Sir, you have my heart too- like- how can he be this caring, kind, pretty, good at baking, and be every grandson-in-law any grandma would like to have??

• This vice-housewarden has made me feel safe and he gives me green flags vibes- Well he is the brotherly figure to Heartslabyul-

• Can you teach me how to bake??

• I would definitely seek his validation and approval in my poems and art, along with grades-

• he wouldn't mind me hanging in the kitchen with him as he bakes while I either help him or I watch anime/read manga or while I'm drawing with music in the background

• Probably calms me down after a fit of rage that was caused by Ace and me ending up throwing a chair or pencil at Ace

- About Riddle Rosehearts:

• While he looks cute and stuff, I wouldn’t get along with him before his overblot or even after it (well for a short while)

• though, I do like him but he would either dislike me or hate me or a small (even if I wish he would like me-) chance that he would like me

• Definitely would tease and mock him for fun but if he's do that to me I'd probably fight him in a fit of rage or just have a few tears while I scream at him

• I find him adorable and amusing when he gets mad but I'd rather my head on my shoulders so I wouldn't tease him or mock him too much

• Though, I would be kind to him and if he wishes I would be affectionate with him too, while I know he deserves love and stuff, I want him to let me in first since he quite different from the other Heartslabyul student

• Since he probably reads a lot, I may ask him for tips in class and for my poems

• I would prepare some tea and buy some snacks for us to eat and drink while we hang out (this would either happen in a comfortable silence [after I can get along with him] or I would animatedly talk about the things that interests me or things that interests him or we are just talking about school work and stuff)

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #ace trappola #dire crowley #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #trey clover #twst crewel #twst crowley #divius crewel #crowley #heartslabyul #twst grim #twst x yuu #this is practically me but in twst and no it's not William #This is my mc/Yuu whic is practically me but eh- She's called Stefania since its my name #yuu twisted wonderland

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themaladaptivewriter12 · 11 months

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Title: First of Many

Part 1 of my Cray-Cray for Cater series! Part 2 here!

Pairings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary:

“Mirai,” Cater called from the middle of the room, “Let’s go on a date! Just you and me.”

Mirai wondered if this was Cater being Cater or was he actually being serious, he really didn’t know. Mirai knew Cater tended to be overly nice, talkative, and friendly, and he knew that Cater would do anything for a pic for his Magicam, so as for right now, he would play along. But Mirai couldn’t deny the little hope he had gotten when he asked that question, the blonde having a huge crush on the Heartslabyul third year.

cw: Light angst, but mostly fluff. Mentions of loss, but not detailed.

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Mirai, Deuce, Ace, and Grim were borderline late for Magic History, and leave it to Ace and Grim to start duking it out in the courtyard before class, resulting Mirai and Deuce trying to break it up, but that went out the window when Deuce went all Ex-Delinquent mode, joining the fray. Mirai was tempted to leave the three of them, and let them fight it out, but alas, Mirai was only half a student, and he needed Grim. They really didn’t have time for this.

“Guys, come on,” Mirai whined, “we really don’t have time for this.”

“Not until I teach this mangy cat a lesson,” Ace growled.

“Teach me?! Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” Grim shouted snarkily. “It’s gonna be the Great Grim who’s teaching ya a lesson!”

Mirai sighed. “Deuce?”

“I’m not losing to the likes of them,” Deuce grit out, cracking his knuckles.

Mirai groaned. It was always something with these three.

The three began yelling loudly at each other before a familiar voice rang out, “Mind telling me why you three are fighting in the courtyard, little pups?”

Ace, Deuce, and Grim jumped away from each other, freezing.

Professor Crewel waltzed over, smacking the pointer he always carried against his palm threateningly.

Mirai did not want to get on Professor Crewel’s bad side, not when Professor Crewel already had taken a liking to the Magicless Prefect.

“He started it,” the three yelled accusingly, pointing at each other.

“Bad boy,” Professor Crewel scolded, whipping the pointer, “I’ve expected no less from Ace and Grim, a little less of Deuce, but certainly not you, Little Papillon.”

“I’m sorry, Professor Crewel,” Mirai apologized, hanging his head.

At least the other three had the nerve to look embarrassed.

“You three can start your punishment by cleaning the cauldrons after classes,” Professor Crewel said, pointing to Ace, Deuce, and Grim, “You-”

“Wait, why do I have to clean?!” Grim shouted, “Ace is the one-”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Professor Crewel seethed, red leather gloves squeaking as he gripped his pointer stick hard.

Grim squeaked, scampering to hide behind Mirai.

“Ace and Deuce, Cauldron Duty,” Professor Crewel said.

Deuce and Ace sighed.

“Grim, you have Cauldron Duty, and you are to sweep the floors for a week.”

Grim grumbled quietly, but didn’t say anything. Professor Crewel then turned to Mirai.

“I’ll let you off with a warning, Little Papillon. Don’t let me see you mixed up with something like this again,” Professor Crewel said with finality.

“Yes sir. Sorry sir,” Mirai said with a slight nod of his head.

“Good boy. Now get to class before Trein marks you pups as late,” Professor Crewel commanded, turning and walking off.

“Teacher’s pet,” Ace grumbled.

“Mind running that by me again, Ace?” Mirai grumbled, having enough of Ace for the evening.

Mirai loved Ace dearly, him being a good friend, but he really couldn’t take the redhead when he started causing trouble.

“N-Nothing,” Ace stuttered in fear, backing away from Mirai. Ace knew Mirai could pack a punch when he wanted to.

“Guys! Class,” Deuce yelled.

“Shoot,” they all hissed.

The four students ran, well Grim road on Mirai’s shoulder, to Professor Trein’s Magic History class, trying to make it before the bell rang.

“If we’re late, Ima have your heads,” Mirai panted.

“Someone’s been hanging around Riddle too much,” Ace muttered accusingly.

“Ace,” Mirai threatened.

“Guys, enough,” Deuce sighed.

“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about you, Deuce,” Mirai heaved, “You were supposed to help mediate, and you jumped in as well.”

“Sorry, Mirai.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Hey! How come you’re not mad at him?!” Ace shouted.

“Maybe because he apologized? Maybe because he didn’t start the fight in the first place?!” Mirai shouted out of breath.

The door to Professor Trein’s class was coming into view, and with the final push, the four freshmen sprinted for the door. Just as they reached the threshold, Ace tripped, pushing Deuce, who was in front of him, and tripping Mirai, who was taking up the rear. They all shouted, tumbling into the classroom, falling like dominoes on top of each other, and not a second later, the bell rang. The class rang out with laughter.

“Get off,” Deuce groaned.

“Not until Mirai moves,” Ace grunted.

“You tripped me,” Mirai argued back.

“Cutting it kinda close aren’t you?” Processor Trien asked, a scolding look on his face. Lucis meowed.

“Sorry, Professor Trein,” Mirai apologized from the floor.

“Don’t let it happen again. Now get up and take your seats.”

The four scrambled to get up, pushing, shoving, and elbowing each other as they rushed to their seats in the top row, taking out their supplies for the class.

Class was as it always was, Professor Trein droning on about the histories of magic and their origins from different lands, and Lucis meowing along as if he was adding important information. It wasn’t bad per se, but when you knew nothing at all, not even basic knowledge of the world you were in, it tended to be very difficult for Mirai. So Mirai did the best he could, jotting down everything that seemed useful or important. And at least Mirai could rely on Deuce with his notes actually being organized, and push come to shove, which was more often than not, Mirai had Jack, Sebek, and Epel, who were just as willing to help.

Ace and Grim dozed more than once, and with Mirai and Deuce on the ends, and Grim and Ace in the middle, the two had to elbow the two awake more than once, which earned them a couple of sharp glares and angry grumbles. Mirai didn’t care, he really didn’t need any more trouble than what they already caused today.

“Remember your assignment for today, I will not accept any late work,” Professor Trein said sternly.

The bell rang signaling that that class was over, and multiple students groaned in relief.

“You are dismissed.”

Ace groaned as he stretched his arms over his head, standing from his seat, “I could use a nap.”

“Same,” Grim sighed.

“Like you two just didn’t sleep the majority of class,” Mirai scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“We have Cauldron Duty, remember?” Deuce reminded the two.

Grim and Ace groaned.

Mirai rolled his eyes, “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you three decided to-”

There was a loud bang as Professor Trein’s door flew open, slamming against the back wall, startling everyone in the room, including Lucis who crawled frantically into his owner's arms, hissing at the noise. Professor Trein glared at whoever caused the noise. It was Cater.

“Mirai,” Cater called from the middle of the room, “Let’s go on a date! Just you and me.”

Mirai was speechless, face going cherry red.

“Huh?!” Grim yelled.

“Don’t mind him, he’s always like this,” Ace said dismissively.

“Diamond,” Professor Trein scolded, “Even if my class has ended, I will not tolerate you making a disturbance in my classroom!”

“Oopsies! Sorry Professor,” Cater apologized with a wink, not sounding one bit sorry.

Professor Trein just sighed, going back to whatever he was doing on his desk.

“You serious?” Mirai asked.

“Totally srs,” Cater chirped.

“Uh, like right now?”

“Mn hm,” Cater nodded enthusiastically, leaning forward on his hands against the bottom row of desks.

“I mean, I guess I don't have anything to do after this.”

“Awesome,” Cater cheered, running up to the top row to grab Mirai by the hand, and pull him down the stairs. At least Mirai was still in the right mind to grab his things before they left.

“W-Wait! Cater,” Mirai called, as he was pulled across the classroom, and out the door.

Cater laughed happily as he raced down the campus halls as Mirai struggled to keep up. They got all kinds of looks as they ran hand in hand, weaving through the sea of students being let out for the day. Students shouted and yelled, as Cater pushed his way through, laughing wildly. They ran through the main building, down the stairs and through the courtyard. Mirai was near wheezing as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

“C-Cater,” Mirai stuttered, “Slow d-down. I can’t keep up.”

“Oopsies. Sorry, Hon,” Cater apologized, slowing to a leisurely walking pace.

“I-It’s okay,” Mirai reassured, gasping for air.

“You sure?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Cater continued to hold Mirai’s smaller hand in his larger one, as they walked across the courtyard, and around the main building. Students stared for a second, but other than that, they ignored them as they passed. Mirai wondered what Cater’s real intention was for this. It wasn’t like he didn’t like, or trust Cater, but he knew Cater was a man of niceties, and tended to sweet talk his way in and or out of things.

“Mark for your thoughts?” Cater asked as they walked back inside, but this time, from a different door.

“Ah, um, it’s nothing important,” Mirai said, silently trying to figure out why they were back inside. Maybe Cater forgot something?

“Everything about you is important.” Cater smiled.

“I, I, no, I-”

Cater cackled at Mirai’s stammering, “Totes adorbs, but really, if you need someone to listen, Cay-Cay will lend you an ear, ‘kay?”

Mirai closed his mouth, pressing his lips together, nodding as his face warmed a bit.

He didn’t expect the flirting at all, Cater’s sweet words putting a flush on his face. Mirai had his fair share of sleazy, slimy people, men and women, trying to use sweet words to get things they wanted, and normally Mirai was good at keeping a straight face, but for some reason, it seemed he couldn’t do that with Cater.

They continued their walk, and Mirai had no clue where they were going, but he tried to guess in his head, not wanting to spoil Cater’s surprise. They walked through the long corridors of the school, turning corners, going up and down stairs, and the more they walked, the less people Mirai began to see.

“I’ve never been to this side of the school,” Mirai stated absentmindedly.

“This is where some of the more advanced classes are, like summoning and stuff,” Cater supplied.

“Oh.”

Cater hummed a cute little tune as they walked, swinging their interlocked hands. They walked across the second story exterior hallway, the evening sun was warm on their skin. Mirai looked up at Cater, and Mirai wouldn’t lie, he was good looking, and the golden afternoon, the golden glow made his very being look pretty. The light made his orange hair look like a deep spun gold, wavy strands glittering in the light, his skin looked like warm honey, even his green eyes were tinged with gold, the little fleckles sparking in the light. He really was pretty. Seeming to notice the staring, Cater looked down at Mirai and smiled. Mirai whipped his head away from Cater, looking at the path ahead.

The two made their way down another flight of stairs, and soon they were back on the first floor. Mirai hadn’t been to this side of the school either. Just where were they going? Mirai wondered if Cater was just messing with him, or maybe he just wanted to take a walk, and even so, all he had to do was ask normally.

Students dressed in their club uniforms exited a classroom, chatting happily, laughing and joking with each other. As they walked by, Mirai caught the eye of one of the students, the guy stopped what he was doing and looked between Mirai and Cater, then he glared hard at Mirai, whispering to his buddies. Mirai was a grumpy person, but he was also an anxious person. Sometimes that grumpiness would turn his embarrassment into foolish angered confidence, and with that, Mirai flipped the students off with a sneer. The three didn’t look happy at that.

“You think you’re so big and bad, don’t you?” The tallest one asked.

“Meh,” Mirai shrugged, “Gotta problem with that?”

Cater stopped and looked between Mirai and the students. Mirai let go of Cater’s hand.

“Yeah I do actually,” the one in the middle, the Beastman said.

Mirai stared at him threateningly, sizing the guy up. Yeah Mirai was shorter, but that didn’t mean he would back down from a fight.

“You don't scare me,” the guy on the left sneered, “So you can cut the little bad boy act.”

“I could say the same about you,” Mirai said impatiently.

The Beastman in the middle growled, sneering, “You think you're so high and mighty, don’t you? You get a freebie into one of the top schools on the Island of sages, gain the likes from a couple of third years, Housewardens, and Professors, and now you think you run the world. I wonder when they will realize how worthless you really are?”

“Yeah, I mean, it was quite easy, but I’m wondering how you even got here,” Mirai muttered nonchalantly. “You don’t seem too bright.”

Suddenly the Beastman grabbed Mirai by the front of his shirt, hoisting him up so that he was up close and personal with him.

“Hey,” Cater shouted, reaching for Mirai only to be held up by the other two.

“You better watch it, Prefect. You have no idea what I’m capable of,” the Beastman sneered.

“I know what you’re not capable of,” Mirai coughed, leaning his head back, “brushing your teeth.”

The guy's face grew a bright red, his teeth gritting in rage. Suddenly his hand was balling up into a fist and his arm was recoiling back. “I will make sure no one finds your worthless body, you hear me?! Nobody!”

“What’s going on out here?”

Professor Crewel peeked his head out from around the corner accusingly and everyone went still. Professor Crewel looked at Mirai and Cater, who were being held up, Mirai literally, by the students. Mirai caught Professor Crewel’s gaze, Mirai pouted with a sigh, hoping that Crewel didn’t take this as him fighting. Again.

“You pups,” Crewel yelled at his students, smacking his pointer against his gloved palm, “come here, now!”

The shorter one gaped like a fish, “But he-”

“It wasn’t a question! Now!”

The students stood their ground. Mirai continued to look at the three defiantly. The guy in the middle scoffed, dropping Mirai to the ground, and pushed past Cater, shoulder checking him in the process.

Cater scoffed angrily, sticking out his hand, “Come on,”

Mirai took it, pulling himself up to brush off his clothes. Mirai looked back at Crewel, and Crewel smirked at Mirai, winking as they passed. Mirar pouted petulant, face heating up a bit. Unfortunately for Mirai and Crewel both, Mirai had all but gushed about his crush on Cater to his Professor, and maybe a little too much. Mirai guessed it was payback for all the Fridays he talked the poor man’s ear off.

Not long after, they made it to the back of the main building. Mirai didn’t even know this even existed. It was a vast area surrounded by trees, and further up, there was a small path, leading further in surrounded by an iron archway and overgrown wisteria and ivy.

“Whoa,” Mirai breathed in awe.

“Yeah,” Cater chuckled. “I had the same reaction when I found this spot. Talk about #Picturesque.”

Entering the woods, the evening sun shone golden through the vibrant green trees. Mirai took in the nature around him, admiring it all. The little woodland creatures around them scampered about. Little blue birds flew overhead, twittering and singing, chipmunks scurried in the brush, and squirrels climbed into the trees, waiting for the pair to pass. Little white wildflowers dotted the ground, and in the trees, big vibrant red apples hung from their branches, looking tantalizingly delicious.

“We’re here,” Cater cheered.

Cater pulled back a branch, Mirai looked ahead and was taken aback. There was a clearing, not a big one, but big enough for it to be noticeable. The same tiny white wildflowers from earlier littered the ground, and scattered around were these golden orchids, glowing in the evening light. In the middle was a large twisted Apple Tree, covered in hanging lanterns, and underneath was a big red gingham picnic blanket. Atop the blanket was a large picnic basket with two rocks sitting on the top. It was like it was all in its own little world.

“We pretty much only use this place when Starsending comes around, which is a shame, talk about #NRCHiddenGem,” Cater said, taking Mirai’s hand again, leading him to the blanket.

Reaching the blanket, Cater toed off his shoes, and Mirai did the same. With a guiding hand, Cater sat Mirai on one side of the blanket, then walked around to the other side and sat down scooting close to the Ramshackle Prefect.

“Do you like it?” Cater asked, removing the rocks, unpacking the basket.

Mirai nodded enthusiastically, “It’s really nice.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

Cater started with the plates first, then the silverware wrapped in a triple pocket folded napkin, each eating utensil in its own pocket.

“These are cute,” Mirai commented, picking up the sage green cloth napkin gently.

“Thanks! I actually folded them,” Cater chirped. “Someone’s gotta make sure the napkins for the Unbirthday Parties are #PicturePerfect.”

“That’s cool! Do you think you could teach me sometime?”

Cater laughed, “‘Course. Cay-Cay’s got you covered.”

Cater unpacked the basket once more, pulling out a clear plastic liter bottle and two glass cups.

“I didn’t want to spill the sparkling lemonade, so I stuck it in a bottle,” Cater snickered. “LMAO, if Riddle saw this, he’d totally have my head.”

“It’s fine,” Mirai snickered.

“So we have some vegetable chicken wraps, lettuce, tomato, egg, and guacamole sandwiches, salad, and fruit salad,” Cater listed, unwrapping and placing everything on the blanket.

“Looks good,” Mirai muttered, distracted by the wide selection of food.

“Totally does.”

Cater untwisted the cap off the bottle and poured the sparkling lemonade into the two cups, placing the cups on two coasters, and then closed it back.

“Okay! Let’s ea-, Oh wait,” Cater said, fishing his phone from his pocket, “Gotta get a pic first.”

Cater snapped a couple of pics of the layout, the area, then Cater reached over and threw an arm around Mirai’s shoulders, pulling him close.

“Say cheese,” Cater said, taking it before Mirai could even say anything.

Cater pulled his arm back and looked down at the picture.

“Aw! Don’t we look cute?” Cater crooned, turning the phone towards Mirai.

In the picture, Cater was smiling up to his eyes, full of teeth, and Mirai looked surprised, face flushed red, the color highlighting his green eyes and many freckles. It wasn’t a bad picture but Mirai didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Look at you, so cute,” Cater gushed.

Mirai turned away from Cater, hiding his flush.

“Okay, okay,” Cater soothed, “Let’s eat.”

Mirai served himself some of the vegetable chicken wraps, and some salad, and Cater grabbed a sandwich, a wrap, and some fruit salad.

“Here. The dressing,” Cater said, passing over three different types of dressing. One ranch, the other Italian, and the last a caesar style of dressing. Mirai took the ranch.

Cater took one of the tomato sandwiches, and a vegetable wrap, then carefully, Cater unrolled his wrap, picking out the julienned carrot pieces. Cater noticed the staring and flushed, turning his head, playing with his bangs.

“I-I don’t like carrots if they aren’t cooked,” Cater stammered.

Mirai grabbed one of the tomato sandwiches and pulled out the thick slice of tomato, placed it onto his plate, put it back together and took a big bite of it. Cater realized what Mirai had conveyed and laughed, rerolling and biting into his own food.

“Did you make this?” Mirai asked after he finished his sandwich, moving on to his salad.

“Well I had some help from Ace, Deuce, and Trey, but yeah. I wanted to try and make everything myself.”

“It’s good,” Mirai praised, smiling.

It was Cater’s turn to flush, “TYSM.”

They ate in relative silence, enjoying each other's company. The setting sun was getting lower, tinging the skies in dark oranges, reds, and yellows. It was still fairly warm, the cooling breeze giving a preview of what the night temperature would be. Out of nowhere, Cater asked Mirai if he had ever made a flower crown, which Mirai declined. That spurred Cater on to gather as many white flowers he could, and dumped them on the blanket.

“Tell me about yourself,” Cater said, tossing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth as he weaved his crown.

Mirai giggled at his antics, braiding his just like Cater showed him to, “Like what?”

Cater brandished a grape to Mirai, before tossing it at him. Mirai threw himself backwards, back hitting the ground to catch the fruit in his mouth. Cater laughed as Mirai made a little noise in triumph.

“Anything you feel like sharing,” Cater continued.

“Uh,” Mirai started, a little stumped, “I don't know. I’m not that interesting, really.”

“Yes you are,” Cater disagreed.

“Uh, what is there to know? Uh, I’m seventeen, I’m five foot six, I’m Japanese American, I need glasses, but don’t wear them, uh, I’m partially blind in my left eye, and I’m missing my left arm.”

Cater looked surprised.

Mirai chuckled.

“Uh,” Cater started, “your, your Japanese American? What’s that mean?”

Mirai chuckled. “Just like you're from the Shaftlands, well, back home, we label ourselves with where we are from. My mother was American, but my Father was Japanese, so I use both labels.”

“Oh.”

“Alright, your turn.”

“I’m eighteen, I’m five foot seven, I’m from the Shaftlands, I’m right handed, my best subject is Astrology, and I’m in the Pop Music Club.”

“Cool,” Mirai smiled.

“Got any hobbies?” Cater started, going back to his weaving.

“I like to play video games, and if sleeping counts, then I like sleeping. Um, then there’s cooking, and cleaning,” Mirai answered, “Oh, and I like to read.”

“Cool, although kinda I pegged you to be the sporty type.”

Mirai laughed, “Bruh, where?”

Cater laughed, “For me, hobbies wise, I like posting on Magicam, a little bit of photography here and there, then there’s my guitar, and I like skateboarding when I can.”

“Really?! Skateboarding?!” Mirai gasped, “And you can play guitar?! Will you teach me?!”

“LOL, sure. Just name your day, and Cay-Cay’s there.”

Mirai cheered happily.

“Your turn.”

“Okay, um,” Mirai paused, thinking, “what’s your favorite food?”

“Ramen. The spicier the better.”

Mirai gasped, “Wait! You guys have ramen here?! Oh please, wherever you get it from, take me with you. I haven’t had ramen since I got here!”

“You like ramen?” Cater laughed.

“Yes I love it. And to answer my question, my favorite dessert food is cheesecake, and apple pie, and my favorite food definitely has to be pot stickers.”

“Noted. Um, do you have any siblings?”

“If you count my cousins, then no.”

“Cousins?”

Mirai looked away solemnly, putting down his half finished crown, and lifted his prosthetic arm, “I lost my mother when I was young, so I lived with my aunt. Didn’t get along with her family too well.”

“I’m sorry. T-This probably wasn’t the best idea,” Cater said apologetically.

“No, it’s fine, you’re fine. I can’t mourn forever,” Mirai sighed, “But yeah, there’s three of them, and I didn’t get along with either of them. Your turn.”

“I have, I have two older sisters.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Mirai laughed, “What’s that like?”

“What? Having two older sisters, or having a sibling?”

“Either one you want to answer.”

“It’s okay on good days, but days when they wanted to go shopping? #TheWorst. More often than not, I was their bag boy.”

Mirai chuckled.

“Okay, next question,” Cater chirped, “Favorite color.”

“Blue,” Mirai answered.

“Mine has to be Orange, although, Blue and Red aren't bad either.”

“Um, how about genre of music?”

“Can’t go wrong with cheesy pop songs,” Cater winked.

Mirai laughed. “Mine definitely is Rock and Metal.”

“Really?” Cater asked, surprised.

“Yep. Something to blast on max volume and scream your heart out to? I’m game.”

Cater laughed.

Cater eventually got up to get more flowers, and so did Mirai. Mirai wandered a bit, looking for a pop of color, preferably blue to compliment Cater’s hair. When Mirai found some, he rejoiced, bringing them back to the blanket. Cater stayed where he was crouched in front of a bush.

“Cater?” Mirai called, “What are you doing over there?”

“One second,” Cater called back.

Mirai laughed, going back to his crown.

Mirai was weaving the last row, when there was something being placed on his head, breaking his concentration.

Mirai hummed, the sound coming out like a question, and Cater was staring at Mirai, eyes wide, flush spreading on his cheeks.

“What is it?” Mirai asked, a little embarrassed.

Suddenly a row of white and purple flowers fell into view, tilting on his head.

“It’s a little too big,” Cater laughed.

Mirai snickered, standing brandishing his own crown to Cater.

“For me?” Cater asked, surprised.

“Who else, you little dummy,” Mirai laughed, waving his hand down.

Cater dramatically got down on a knee, tilting his head down, as Mirai snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes as the corny action as he placed the blue and white crown atop his head.

“How is it?” Cater asked, trying to look up at his head.

Mirai was in awe. It looked really nice on Cater. The bright blue flowers complimenting Cater’s orange hair, and it fit perfectly.

“It’s pretty,” Mirai chirped, admiring his handiwork. “I did a pretty good job for my first time making one.”

Cater grabbed his phone and looked at himself in the camera. He looked surprised at himself.

“Okay,” Cater said excitedly, “This totes needs a photo op, like asap.”

Cater pulled Mirai into his arms, arm wrapped tightly around his waist, as he positioned his other arm to get the picture, a smile in his voice, “Say cheese!”

After so many pictures that Mirai couldn’t keep count of, the sun was low on the horizon, the sky was growing dark, and fireflies flickered about, little green dots floating in the air. The stars started to cover the sky in its many twinkling lights, and Mr. Moon was waking from his slumber. Cater waved his magic pen and the lanterns hanging from the tree came to life, lighting up the area in a soft golden glow.

“Cool,” Mirai sighed.

Cater laughed.

They had moved to lying on the picnic blanket, Cater lying with a hand holding up his head as he watched Mirai as he tried and failed to make a flower ring.

“I think my fingers are too small,” Mirai huffed, tossing away yet another destroyed flower.

Cater laughed, “What if you just use a single flower and tie it?”

Mirai froze, staring at the flowers in front of him, “Why didn’t I think of that?!”

Cater cackled as Mirai tired again with renewed vigor.

“I did it! I did it,” Mirai cheered, sticking his hand out to show a single flower, wrapped around his finger.

Cater chuckled, laying his head on the blanket, watching Mirai fondly as he made another.

“Here,” Mirai said, taking Cater’s hand and tied a little white flower around his middle finger.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too early for marriage?” Cater teased.

“I-I-I, wait, I, that’s-”

“But never the matter, Cay-Cay accepts.”

“Cater!”

Cater laughed, lunging for Mirai, rolling both over. Cater was resting above the Prefect, his arms bracketing him in, and Mirai stared up at Cater, eyes wide, face flushed.

“Your crown is crooked,” Cater snickered, reaching down to fix it.

“So is yours,” Mirai mumbled, pouting as he reached up and righted it for him.

Cater chuckled, reaching over to check his phone. “Oh! It’s almost time!” Cater gasped, standing up, pulling Mirai up with him.

“Time for what?” Mirai asked quizzically.

“You’ll see,” Cater sang.

Mirai watched as Cater rushed to and fro, cleaning their things up a bit, moving things here and there. Mirai offered to help, but Cater brushed him off, saying it was fine.

“Now,” Cater said, pointing up, “You know how to climb a tree?”

“Psh,” Mirai scoffed playfully with a smirk, “What kind of question is that?”

“Cool,” Cater laughed, gesturing for Mirai to go first with a wink. “Just in case Cay-Cay has to save-save.”

Mirai laughed, shaking his head. Toeing on his shoes, Mirai grabbed onto a low hanging branch, and lifted himself up. He scaled several branches, and looked down for Cater, he was on the branch below looking up at him. He smiled and waved.

“Where to?” Mirai asked.

“The one with the orange ribbon on it,” Cater answered pointing up.

Mirai squinted, looking for the ribbon, and once he found it, he fixed his crown and continued to climb.

When he made it to the branch, he could see why Cater picked it. It was fairly thick and long. There was enough room and it was sturdy enough to hold both of them, there was a branch a little higher behind that one that they could lean back on and still sit comfortably and safely, and just ahead, there was a large opening in the leaves, giving a nice view of the woods and sky.

“He sure planned this out, didn’t he,” Mirai muttered to himself.

“Hey boo,” Cater sang after a while, his head finally popping into view, the flower crown swaying on his head.

Mirai chuckled as he watched Cater scoot over next to him.

“So what are we waiting for?” Mirai asked, swinging his feet.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?”

Mirai eyed him skeptically, but didn’t say anything.

Even with the sounds of the Backwoods, and its woodland lullaby, crickets chirping, owls hooting, and the rustling, it was still quiet up there in the tree. It was peaceful.

The wind blew a little harder, chilling the air as the leaves rustled in with the movement. Mirai shivered a bit, goosebumps covering his skin.

“You cold?” Cater asked, pulling a big orange throw from seeming nowhere, and draped it over himself. “Come here.”

Mirai slowly shuffled over into Cater’s embrace, taking his end of the blanket, closing it around himself. Cater held on end with his right hand and his other arm wrapped itself around Mirai’s waist. Mirai took the other end, doing the same. Mirai sighed, content. He liked being in Cater’s arms. He was big and warm, and he always had a clean crisp spicy scent to him. It lingered on his clothes, on his skin, and even his hair smelt like it.

“Thanks,” Mirai sighed.

“You’re welcome.”

Mirai closed his eyes, relaxing in Cater’s hold. He always felt safe with Cater, not like in a familial sense, but like every time Cater was near, it made Mirai want to hold on and never let go. Something about him was comforting, like a blanket of sorts, and Mirai didn’t know why.

There was movement beside him, and Mirai cracked open an eye and was met with the most delicious looking piece of cheesecake he had ever seen. Mirai’s words were caught in his throat as Cater held up a fork filled with cheesecake on the end, to Mirai’s lips.

“Want some?” Cater asked, cocking his head to the side with a knowing smile.

Mirai nodded excitedly, opening his mouth for the awaiting cake.

Cater chuckled, feeding the cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries, strawberry syrup and whipped cream.

“Is it good?” Cater asked.

“Yesh, ish goo,” Mirai said, mouth full of cake. Mirai swallowed before continuing, “How’d you know I liked this when I had just told you?”

Cater laughed, “Trey knew that you were the one I was doing this for, and added the cake in the end.”

Mirai laughed, wholeheartedly understanding where Cater was coming from. Trey always made small extra treats for those close to them, and Mirai had been on the receiving end multiple times before.

Cater cut another piece off with the fork, and brought it back to Mirai’s lips.

“Say ah,” Cater whispered fondly.

Mirai’s face flushed red, “A-Ah,”

“You’re so cute.”

Cater cut off another piece, making sure to gather some strawberry syrup and some whipped cream, and held it up to Mirai again.

Mirai opened his mouth, taking another piece.

Cater chuckled, making Mirai look at him skeptically.

“What?” Mirai asked, eyes narrowed.

“You got a little,” Cater trailed off, whipping a smattering of whipped cream from Mirai’s face. Mirai flushed in embarrassment.

“S-Sorry,” Mirai stuttered.

“You’re fine,” Cater said, waving Mirai off.

Mirai went to take another bite, when something caught his eye. He couldn’t make it out at first, but soon after, dozens, no, hundreds and hundreds of little gold lights filled up the skies.

“Lanterns,” Mirai gasped, almost choking on the forgotten cheesecake in his mouth.

They were beautiful, like little golden fireflies. Mirai loved the stars, but Mirai could say that they put them to shame, just this once.

“Cater! Look,” Mirai called pointing at the sky.

“The town east of here likes to release lanterns for special occasions,” Cater explained, chuckling, “Things like weddings, and the birth of their children all get a lantern. Gold means birth.”

“That’s nice. Back in Japan, I only visited once, but for new years and summer festivals, they light lanterns as well.”

“I guess we’re not so different after all.”

They sat in silence, watching the lanterns float across the night sky. The things like this, the subtle similarities like this were the things that made Mirai a little homesick.

A flash startled Mirai, he gasped looking over to Cater who had his phone to his face.

“I couldn’t resist. You looked so cute just now,” Cater gushed.

Mirai pouted.

“You’re so precious,” Cater whispered.

Mirai pouted again, face flushed as he laid his head on Carer’s shoulder.

Cater turned back to the sky, snapping pictures left and right. Once Cater was satisfied, he shut off the device and shoved it into his pocket.

Mirai looked back up at the sky, thoughts scrambling in his head. Mirai was confused. Why would Cater go out of his way to do this for him? Yeah they were friends, but not friends like Ace, Deuce, and Grim were. They didn’t hang out everyday or plan sleepovers and study sessions together. He only saw Cater in passing or at lunch. He had never done something like this before, so why now? What was there to gain out of being nice or friends with Mirai, not only was he two years below Cater in grade level, but also just the Magicless Prefect of Ramshackle.

Mirai sighed sitting up.

“What’s up?” Cater asked.

“Why, why are you doing this for me?” Mirai asked, looking up at Cater.

“What?”

“Why are you doing all of this for me? What is there to gain from doing all of this? You took me to this beautiful spot, made me food, taught me how to make a flower crown, and sat with me to see the lanterns. So why? Believe me when I say I am truly grateful for all of this, but why waste it all on me?”

Cater turned his head to his left to look at Mirai. There was an expression on Cater’s face that Mirai couldn’t read.

“You think I wanted something from you by doing all of this?” Cater asked, his voice sharp and cold.

Mirai realized that maybe his words may have come off harsh and empty, “N-No, it’s just, It’s just that we're not friends, and maybe there’s someone better you could’ve done this for.”

“We're not friends.” Cater repeated, voice distant.

“W-Wait, that didn’t, I didn't mean, I just-” Mirai shut himself up, sighing. “I just didn’t know you thought of me like that.”

There was a heavy silence, the both of them dejected and at loss of what to do now. What once was a serene atmosphere that made Mirai so warm, so happy, was now bitter and cold.

“What if I said I did this because I wanted to impress you?” Cater asked finally, his voice quiet.

“Impress me? Why?” Mirai asked, “I mean our first meeting wasn’t the best, but that’s long been dealt with. I think you’re a nice guy.”

“Is that all I am to you? A nice guy?”

Mirai didn’t get it. Why did he sound so hurt? Why was he going through such great lengths to impress him? He wasn’t anyone important, so why go through such great lengths. You could merely do a backflip and Mirai would be impressed, there was no need for all this pizazz.

“I mean yeah. You did all this for me, when you didn’t have to. You’ve helped me out before, and you’re very caring,” Mirai said.

Cater reached forward, running his hand up the side of Mirai’s face, fingers dancing over his cheek to up behind his ear, to where Cater held him on the back of his head, “What if I said I did all of this because I like you?”

“Y-You, you like me?” Mirai asked, befuddled.

“Yeah, a lot.”

“W-Why, why, why me? I’m not, I’m not, I’m just, I, why me?”

Mirai was so lost, he didn’t know what to say. How could anyone like him? He wasn’t, he wasn’t, anything. He just was Mirai.

“What do you mean why?” Cater asked.

“I’m, I’m not pretty, I’m not special, I can’t use magic, my grades are subpar, and I’m definitely not a good person. So why?” Mirai was rambling, he knew, and he was panicking, finding excuses to justify his own self doubt.

No one fell in love with Mirai, no one. He was the one to fall in love and get his heart broken time and time again. He was the one to crush on anyone who gave him nice words and nice smiles, anyone who treated him like a person, but in the end, it was a sore reminder of how unlovable he really was. No one fell in love with Mirai Yuhara.

“You are smart, you are strong, you are brave,” Cater said. “You’re nice, you were nice to me despite how I treated you in the beginning. You put up with my anitics, my energy, and you never once told me to leave you alone.”

“But that’s just-” Mirai began but Cater shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips.

“I know, I know I’m not organized or a cook like Trey, or smart like Riddle, and I know I’m no prince,” Cater said, voice soft, “And, and I know a lot of people perceive me as fake, frivolous, but I mean it when I say I like you. So please, please give me a chance, please.”

Mirai was stunned into silence. He didn’t know what to say or do after hearing all that, but he did know for sure that those words were genuine.

“Please give me a chance,” Cater pleaded again.

Mirai crumbled.

“Okay,” Mirai said, bowing his head, scrubbing at his eyes to stop the unshed tears from falling, “Okay.”

Cater pulled Mirai into his arms, holding him tight.

“I-Is it, is it too early to ask to kiss you,” Cater asked hesitantly.

“N-No,” Mirai muttered, his cheeks warming for an entirely different reason.

Mirai looked up at Cater, his eyes were tinged red, cheeks were flushed a deep red, his skin wet with tears, and Cater couldn’t think of anything more prettier than the boy in front of him. Cater carded his fingers through Mirai’s blonde locks, pulling his head up, so he could lean down and kiss him. Mirai whined when their lips met. Cater’s lips were soft and warm, and they tasted like lemonade and cherry chapstick.

Cater pulled back only to lean back in a second later. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of the Prefect’s lips. Cater pulled at Mirai, trying to pull the Prefect closer to himself, like he was trying to merge their very being together, his thumbs softly caressing the blondes cheeks. That was nowhere near his first kiss, but to Mirai, this one might as well be. It wasn’t chaste, nor was it messy, but the feelings behind it were there, and sometime in all of that, the plate of Cheesecake clattered down through the branches to the ground below.

They both sighed when they pulled away, Cater pressing his forehead to Mirai’s.

“You taste sweet,” Cater mumbled, pressing his lips to the crown of Mirai’s head, “and surprisingly, I don’t mind the taste.”

“Cater,” Mirai whined, flushing.

Cater chuckled, bringing his face back to Mirai’s, looking him in the eye.

“I like you,” Cater confessed, kissing Mirai’s cheek.

Mirai shied away from the affection, turning his head.

“Don’t hide,” Cater crooned, kissing Mirai’s jaw, to his ear, and down his neck.

“C-Cater,” Mirai gasped.

Cater chuckled, “You’re so cute.”

Mirai glared at Cater, although it didn’t look convincing with the blush staining his cheeks.

Cater laughed, kissing Mirai’s pouty lips, “But you are.”

“Am not,” Mirai shouted, embarrassed, “You, you are!”

Cater looked surprised, “Am I?”

“I’m serious! Your hair and the way you style it is cute, and so is your smile! The way you talk is cute, especially when you're excited about something! And, and your eyes are pretty!”

Cater smiled up to his eyes, all teeth.

“See,” Mirai yelled accusingly, “That! That right there!”

Cater laughed, holding Mirai's face again, “Your freckles are adorable, and so is your smile. Your eyes are so pretty, and your hair too, it’s so soft and feathery. I love the way you look when you blush, when you get really determined about something, when you get angry, and when you laugh.”

Mirai pouted again.

“I love your little pouty face, and they way your lips poke out when you do,” Cater said lovingly, racking a hand through Mirai’s bangs and the other thumbed at Mirai’s bottom lip.

Mirai’s eyes widened at the action.

“And I love your scars,” Cater whispered, kissing the scars on Mirai's left eye.

Mirai whimpered, grabbing Cater’s arms.

“Can I kiss you again?” Cater asked.

“Like you haven’t stolen a kiss from me already.”

Cater kissed Mirai again, and again, and again, and again. Mirai whined, and Cater sighed contently.

“I like you,” Cater chanted between kisses, “I like you, I like you, I like you.”

“I like you too.” Mirai said, kissing Cater back.

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