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shall-we-imagine · 8 months

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That's what friends are for! (Serge DurandalxAmelia Nile)

Some Amelia love!

Unedited because I'm lazy

Genre: basically dis a romcom 🤷🏻‍♀️

Summary: You better come get your man; I think he wanna be way more than friends. (Juice by Lizzo)

(Third person point of view)

"I'm tired, Amelia...he'll never feel the same way towards me..." Liz sighs, staring at their shared dorm's ceiling.

The ginger frowns, "Come on; don't say that. I'm sure he likes you. Maybe he's just...I don't know- not ready to confess yet."

"Amelia, he's THE Emperor. All girls like him; why would he go for the clumsy idiot?"

Amelia sighs, "Liz, he makes you clean his desk, doesn't he?"

"Yeah?" She looks back at her roommate in confusion.

"See? He totally likes you!" Amelia beams.

"Amelia, that makes no sense..."

She rolls her eyes, "Liz, you really don't understand men, do you? Think about it. Klaus isn't lazy, so why would he make someone else do his work for him? He's always around when you do it too, right? What do you think he's trying to do?"

"Torment me?"

"No! He's trying to spend time with you! I bet he even tries to start conversations with you."

"I mean...he yells at me a lot if that counts..."

"Hmm.." The ginger brings her her fingers to her chin, pausing to think for a bit. "Well, every guy has a different way to express affection, I guess." She shrugs.

Regardless of how unreasonable Amelia was being, Liz wanted to believe her. "You think so?"

"I know so! You just need to get him to realize he should confess to you."

She sits up to face her friend, "How do I do that?"

A few moments of silence pass before Amelia speaks up, "I have an idea."

Liz perks up in excitement.

"But you won't like it..."

She slumps back once more. "I should just forget about it and move on."

"Liz! How could you just give up on Klaus Goldstein?" Amelia scolds.

"That's the point, Amelia! He's Klaus Goldstein!" The brunette retorts.

Amelia sighs, "I'll help you out. Just leave it all to me."

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"I don't understand how lemonade is supposed to help..." Liz ponders.

"Just do as I say, and you'll see for yourself."

"If you say so..." Still uncertain, the small brunette pushes the door open gently. "Prefect Klaus?"

"Oh, come in, Liz. Klaus is teaching a class at the moment, but you can wait here if you want." A familiar, cheerful voice invites them inside.

Just as the girls had planned, Klaus would still be busy for the next couple of minutes, and Serge was alone in the Prefects' room- the plan would turn out nicely.

Amelia nudges Liz the second they step into the room.

"Oh! We brought you lemonade!" Liz hesitantly approaches Serge, who happily accepts the suspicious drink. Liz hopes she isn't unknowingly poisoning her friend; surely, that couldn't be Amelia's oh so smart plan, right?

A few confused sips in, Serge drops to the floor, smashing the glass of lemonade in the process.

Liz barely manages to save his head from a concussion or worse. "Is that supposed to happen?!" Her head snaps to an equally horrified Amelia; the answer was a clear no.

Amelia rushes to place herself on top of an unconscious Serge, "Serge?! Serge!!" She holds his face in her hands.

"Amelia, what did we give him?" Terrified of what her friend's bizarre instructions had lead to, Liz hopes they could still save Serge (preferably, before Klaus comes back).

"A love potion; I was hoping we could try to get Klaus jealous, so he'd confess to you, but-" She frantically tries to explain before getting cut off by a ray of hope.

Serge moans in pain and confusion. "What's happening?" His eyebrows furrow together.

"Serge?!" The girls exclaim in happiness and relief.

"Oh, Amelia, I'm so happy to lay my eyes on such beauty." He dreamily rubs his face into her hand.

"Uh, er, I- you mean Liz?" Blushing, Amelia retracts her hands and tries to redirect the situation to the original plan.

"Well, Liz is not the one straddling me, is she?" He shoots a cheeky grin at a flustered Amelia.

She fumbles to get off but he grips her thighs, holding her in place.

"I- Serge, what are you doing?!" Liz semi-screeches.

"Mmhm, nothing." A dumb grin remains plastered on his face, as he continues to stare at Amelia.

"S-serge, I- this isn't-" Before Amelia could put together a sentence, someone barges in.

"Hey, I thought I told you- um...what exactly is going on here?" Klaus's irritated tone quickly switches to one of plain confusion and a lil bit of...suspicion? Disgust? Who knows?

"Prefect Klaus!" Amelia quickly pushes herself off of Serge while he was distracted by the interruption.

"That's me; yes." The blond raises his eyebrows, "still waiting for that explanation though." He crosses his arms.

"It's, uh, for a play!" Liz offers.

"A play?" Klaus repeats.

"A play!" Liz nods vigorously, eyeing a very confused Amelia. "Serge and Amelia are playing two lovers, so they were practicing!"

"Is this true?" Klaus stares right at Serge.

He giggles in response, "yes, in fact, we were just about to get to the kissing scene!"

"W-what?!" Amelia blushes furiously.

"What?" Serge blinks innocently.

"N-nothing! I think I have to go!" Amelia tries to escape the weird situation she found herself in, but Serge grips her wrist.

He pushes himself off the ground, "Aww, so soon? We haven't finished practicing the fun parts!" He pouts.

Amelia's face heats up even more; how was that even possible? She didn't know.

This was all going horribly wrong; Liz was the one he was supposed to be after not her!

"M-maybe later..." She frees her hand from his and quickly rushes past Klaus, her face remaining as red as humanly possible.

"Amelia!" Serge calls after her, but she doesn't look back.

Unfortunately for her, Serge soon catches up to her, "Amelia, wait!"

She almost stops, but her embarrassment pushes her to keep going until Serge grabs her by the wrist.

"Okay, okay, maybe I took it a little too far; I'm sorry." His other hand finds the back of his neck, as he gives an apologetic smile to a red faced Amelia.

"I- huh?" She faces him.

"You have to drink the whole thing for a love potion to work, Amelia; I just wanted to mess with the two of you."

"Oh." She responds before it registers in her brain what that actually means.

"Oh." She realizes. Then takes off sprinting.

"Amelia??" Serge is left behind, dumbfounded, "What just happened?"

×××××

"You ran away?!"

"Yes, Liz, I ran away; what else did you expect me to do?!" She groans into her pillow.

"Well, I guess I've done that before too, if I'm being completely honest." Liz chuckles, "but you're gonna have to face him eventually; plus, didn't you kind of have a thing for him anyways?"

"I'm gonna run away. Or fake my death." She groans louder.

"Amelia, come on, it's not that-" a knock on their window interrupts Liz.

Liz pushes herself off the bed and walks towards the window. She pushes the curtains aside and almost falls back in surprise.

"S-serge?" She pushes the window open, and he climbs in.

"Hey, Liz!" He beams, like he didn't just jumpscare the hell out of her.

Amelia moves slowly, pulling the covers over her head, hoping she won't get noticed.

Alas, things don't work that way.

"Hey, Amelia!" She jumps at the mention of her name.

"Hey, Serge..." Amelia slowly uncovers her head to look at the intruder.

"Oh, I just remembered I...have to be somewhere...important!" Liz exits the room, leaving Amelia to face her crush on her own.

"That little-" Amelia mutters.

Sighing, Amelia directs her attention back to Serge. "So, what brings you here?"

"I came to ask you out!"

"Huh?" Her face heats up; she really needs to work on that.

"See you at 7; wear something comfy!" He jumps back out the window casually.

"Hey, I didn't even say yes!" She calls out, but he was already gone. "Is this guy insane?"

She falls back on her bed, "well...guess I'm going on a date tonight..."

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youkaiangel · 5 years

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Wizardess Heart Fanfic Master Post

I told myself I’d do one of these once I got to 10 fics, and I’ll update it every 10. Bit late. Sorted by pairing.

One Shots/Drabbles/Short Fics

Luca/Elias (Lulias)

Temptation Potion Part 1 and Part 2 - Fluff/Smut - Luca commissions Randy to make a temptation potion for him that will work on Elias.

That stupid kiss (or whatever it was) - Angst - Elias can’t get over Luca stealing his first kiss

Drugged - Angst - Luca’s world comes crashing down when he nearly kills Elias

Klaus/Randy (mostly platonic)

Thanks for the memories - Fluff - Randy just had his first time with Liz and wants to tell Klaus all about it.

Temptation Potion Spin Off - Smut/Humor/Fluff - Spin off from the above Lulias fic, Randy makes the potion for Luca, and tests it out on Klaus.

First Impressions are Everything - Fluff/Humor - Klaus and Serge start at the Academy on the same day.

That awkward moment when... - Smut/Humor - Klaus has a thing for a sexy new substitute teacher.

Zeus/Hiro (Platonic)

Whipping Boy - Angst - Hiro is punished for Zeus’ crime

Hiro/MC

Just don’t make any noise - Smut - Hiro and Liz are trying to have some fun but Zeus is in the next room.

Rembrandt/OC

The Dragon’s Weakness - Smut - Rembrandt is entranced by one of his students.

No Pairing

Wake Me Up - Serge Durandal - Angst - Serge is ready to end it all after losing his best friend.

Major Fics

A Royal Affair (Hiro/OC, Klaus/OC, Luca/Elias) Unfinished

Ch 1 - Will you be my plus one?

Ch 2 - You have to promise not to call me that

Ch 3 - You’ll have fun if you relax

Ch 4 - A child born of these noble houses

Ch 5 - Can you just let me apologise?

#Luca orlem #elias goldstein #lulias #klaus goldstein #serge durandal #randy march #zeus brundle #hiro tachibana #Rembrandt #Willem V. Rembrandt #wizardess heart fanfic #wizardess heart #shall we date #shall we date wizardess heart

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atcostmag · 7 years

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At Cost Magazine - Blog Digest #8 - Fuzzed Out, Scuzzed Out

Photo: Scotland's Catholic Action

The sound of fuzzed-out shoegazing guitars has always been somewhat of a niche. Even in the height of its popularity, these sounds remained "cult" sounds more than what one would call mainstream phenomenon. Nevertheless, regardless of how popular a genre is, we post music we like and the fuzzy and scuzzy is something we like to say the least. So for our 7th blog digest we dug deep in our inbox, went back in time to the not-so-distant "blog past" and found some gems and put them on display for the world to listen to.

Aplegate - Waterhole

Here's a curious little track from teenage whizz-kid Aplegate from Down Under in Castlemaine, Australia. While our first track "Waterhole" is not exactly shoegaze per-se, it does however work over a loungy dank to build on a deeply-saturated guitar drugde that spirals over a psychedelic spin.

Catholic Action - Doing Well

No, it's not an over-zealous Christian organization we're talking about here, unless of course we're talking about the band's religious homage of Rita Ora (see below). Catholic Action in our reality is a Glaswegian garage rock quartet, which for their latest single "Doing Well" fills the air with billowy vocals and lacquered guitar sheen. You can check out "Feeling Well" below:

And who can forget Rita Ora ♡:

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Drongo - Miami

Drongo is the British duo of James Wells and Ellis Durand, whose shoegazing melodies are heavily influenced by the heyday of hippie psychedelia. Against the glitchy squeal of bent electronics, "Miami" launches itself from the far echo of its resonant, filtered vocal into a grinding shoegaze infinity.

Eliza & The Delusionals - Salt

Hailing from Australia's Gold Coast, are Eliza & The Delusionals, frontwoman Eliza Klatt's noisy, power pop stint. Sweet and sour, their latest single, "Salt" features honey-tinged vocals harmonized to the grunge of post-punk grit.

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Ipanema Cosmonauts - Kites (feat. Rosen mit Rosen)

Floating in between dream pop and shoegaze, Ipanema Cosmonauts are Alice and Serge from Saransk in central Russia. On track "Kites", a glowing vocal sweetness from Japanese feature Rosen mit Rosen gives a slight tinge of soul, as the scaling guitars refract its vocal glisten. With Japanese duo Rosen mit Rosen on vocals, the lazy comparison to the Japanese-language drift of shoegazers Asobi Seksu can definitely be made here.

JW Ridley - Everything (Deathless)

The solo project of London's Jack Ridley, the former art school student began his stint as a bedroom artist after moving back home to St. Albans, where writing music began as a cathartic release from personal troubles. Moving between the danceable funk of its post-punk trickle and the gentle shower of its vocal, on JW Ridley's "Everything", the track eases over a peaceful relent.

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Saint Cecilia - Everyone You Know

Hailing from La Piedad, Mexico but now based in Los Angeles, Saint Cecilia is the artistic handle of Cecilia Enriquez. On "Everyone You Know", the track combines a deep dredge of alternative rock guitars over a light and breathy vocal soothe.

Silver Rose - Take Me Home

Mexico City's Carla Sariñana found herself north of the border for six months, and its during this time her project Silver Rose was birthed. Her most recent work "Take Me Home", sears over scorching guitar and a heavy vocal sustain joined by the coaxing coo of Sariñana. True to the shoegazing spirit, her latest video single "Take Me Home" is shot with a decidedly DIY feel to it.

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Spare Parts for Broken Parts - Pleasure Delay

Spare Parts for Broken Hearts is represented by the Long Beach, California trio of Sarah Green, Laurita Guaico and Mikey Vallejo. Spilling over a grungy and post-alternative grind, their latest single "Pleasure Delay" trembles to the shaken shiver of frontwoman Sarah Green's vocals. Wedged between softer elements like fluttery choral overlays and bittersweet strings, it's a heaviness matched by a lushness in sound.

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Surf Rock is Dead - In Between

Surf Rock is Dead is the Brooklyn duo of Kevin Pariso and Joel Witenberg, who pen shimmering shoegaze tracks. Their latest work, "In Between" grinds over heavy guitar presence yet maintains a softness through a deeply-frosted sound of muted fuzz and textured, vocal androgyny.

weird. - Forever Floating Feels

A Rome, Italy quartet of shoegazers, Weird. brings in a deeply-saturated sound with "Forever Floating Feels". Suspended in its haze of drowned guitar stroke and the hushed echo of its vocal sustain, it's a track that oozes out a nebula of dream pop textures.

Forever Floating Feels (single, 2016) by Weird.

#aplegate #rosen mit rosen #weird.#surf rock is dead #spare parts for broken hearts #silver rose #saint cecilia #jw ridley #eliza & the delusionals #drongo #catholic action #scotland #italy #russia #brit pop #australia #mexico #Shoegaze #music

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shall-we-imagine · 6 years

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Exceptions. (Doctor!Serge DurandalxReader)

Summary: Sometimes you just need to avoid apples at all costs. Think about it.

Genre: Fluff.

A/N: Aahhhh sorry I haven't been feeling very well lately so this isn't very good TT~TT and it's sort of short too :")

(Second Person Point of View)

"Amelia, I'm not going in there!" You try to escape hell -also known as the hospital-, but your friend uses all her might to drag you inside. "You told me we were going to the mall!" You silently accuse her of betrayal.

"We are!" She defends then mutters in a barely audible voice, "after you're done with the vaccine.."

"I told you I can't do it!" You struggle against her grip around your wrist, but the frail-looking girl was actually stronger than you expected. If there was something out there you hated more than anything, that'd be shots. Some may say you're scared, but that's not the case. Not at all. You're not scared. You merely prefer to avoid being within 20 kg radius of any needle. Simple as. It wasn't like you felt like passing out just viewing the sharp, thin, malicious tip or anything. Nope.

Amelia places her hands on each side of your shoulder, giving you a few, light shakes, as she gives her everything but motivational speech, "Listen; if you don't want to spend what's left of your life suffering in bed because of that disease then die looking like a failed attempt at DIY from Pinterest, you have to gather the courage and do this!"

"Die looking like a what now?" You give her a look.

"I had some free time, but it just didn't go very well, even though I followed the tutoria-hey! Don't distract me!" She cuts off her own babbling to scold you. "Now, come on; it's your turn already!" She pulls you towards the reception desk.

"What do you mean it's my turn?! We just got here!" You could feel your heartbeat speeding up, fear taking control of all your senses. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of everyone, but you were truly terrified to the core. Your friend just didn't understand the way you feel at the moment.

While you were busy planning your escape from hell, a tall figure approached you. "Miss (Y/N), isn't it?" The male smiled, eyes staring at you with such glee. It almost looked as if he were meeting a friend of his or something.

"Uh, y-yes." You allowed yourself to take in his features; he was so beautiful that it would be a shame not to do so. His fluffy pink hair gave him an innocent adorable look, yet it certainly wouldn't hold him back from looking hot either. You were worried you'd get carried away and look like a creep, but it was physically difficult to look away from the handsome stranger in the white coat. White coat. Is he your doctor? You silently prayed for it. However, the reminder of what you supposedly came here for slapped you back into reality.

"Oh, Doctor Durandal! Yes, that's her; I told you about her!" Amelia interjects. You look at the brunette, told you about her? She dismissed your obvious question, keeping her conversation with the doctor going. "She's such a baby! I had to trick her into coming here!" Your friend continues to ignore your existence.

Embarrassed by her speech, you nudge her, urging her to keep her mouth shut before she decides to humiliate you further. The doctor notices your actions, resulting in the cutest chuckle you'd ever witnessed. He was so adorable for a person about to shove a deathly, nightmare-infusing tool into your arm. You shiver at the thought. You had to leave as soon as possible.

"Well, uh, you two have fun; I'm just gonna go have a look at something. Outside." You give a nervous laugh, trying to rush away from them, but to your dismay, a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you backwards.

"You can have a look at that something when we're done. It won't take a second." He smiles. Dammit, why does the villain here look so precious?!

An innocent smile spread across her face, Amelia tilts her head and waves at you, as the doctor drags you away and into his office.

I'm going to chop your head off. You glare, ensuring your telepathic message reaches your friend, who seems extremely unfazed.

"Listen, I can't do this; I-" you try to object while the doctor seats you on a chair and a nurse rushes around you to prepare for the shot.

You could feel your heart beat quicken out of pure terror. This was it. There was no way out of it.

Your breath hitched, as the doctor brought himself closer to you. Your eyes squeezed shut in preparation for the worst. But it never came. Instead, a gentle touch sent warmth, seeping through your tensed shoulder.

"Are you okay?" A quiet, concern-induced voice asked.

Upon fluttering your eyes open, you were met with a pair of hazel eyes staring down at you. Your cheeks flushed at the distance, or the lack thereof, between your faces. "Um..I.." You attempt to piece together a sentence, but only incoherent speech comes out of your mouth.

"Hey, calm down." He gives you another one of his sweet smiles, "it's gonna be fine."

Fine my ass, you wanted to say, but something about the softness in his voice made it near impossible to snap at him. He seemed to genuinely try to comfort you.

You felt a cold sensation rub at an area in your arm on the opposite side of the doctor. You turn your head, attempting to take a look at the source of that touch, but before you can fully turn your head, the doctor reaches to touch your cheek and turns your head back to him.

"Um?" You give the male a questioning look. That's not what doctors usually do, is it?

"Ah, s-sorry!" He pulls his hand back, "I just wanted to..um.." his eyes flicker back and forth as if searching for the correct words. "Your eyes!" He exclaims, causing you to jump a little.

"What about my eyes..?"

He freezes a bit before resuming his odd explanation, "um..they're..they're pretty."

"Thanks?" You tilt your head, confused. Yeah, sure, being complimented by the cute doctor feels good, but something was definitely strange here.

"And we're all done!" The nurse cheers, directing your attention to her. She was placing a bandaid on your arm. What?

Your head quickly snaps back to the doctor. He was trying to distract you while the nurse does the work.

"Sorry." He laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, "I figured the only way we could do it is if you aren't aware we're doing it."

A sense of betrayal dawning upon you, you frown. How come you didn't feel it?

A sudden reminder of how close he was to you and the amount of effort he put to distract you allowed warmth to settle into your chest. Without thinking, you chuckle lightly.

"You're not mad?" His eyes widen. You sort of wondered why he'd care if you're mad, considering he was just your doctor, but the cute expression he showed was enough to make you overlook it.

"Ah, no." You smile, "thank you."

"Thank..you?" Was the shocked expression now permanently etched on his face?

"Yeah?"

"I had prepared myself that you'd just storm out after you know." He laughs lightly.

"I mean I could still do that if you want." You joke.

His hands immediately shooting into the air to show refusal, "No!" Realizing his reaction was a little too much, he clears his throat and straightens up, trying to hide his embarassment.

The grin wouldn't leave your face, as you watch his reactions. He was too adorable.

Let's just say..you hated doctors a little less now. Well, at least a specific doctor was certainly one you could never hate.

Whether you were still planning to kill Amelia or not was debatable, though.

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shall-we-imagine · 6 years

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Not much of a catastrophe. (Azusa College!AU*-ish*)

Genre: indeed some fluff :3 lol okay it's more comedy I guess 😂

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were- /wər/

man; prefix most commonly used with animal names to indicate a person who changes shape into that animal.

(First person point of view)

I couldn't tell if I was more frustrated or confused. I had spent hours trying to fall asleep, just so I could wake up about two hours later, due to some cat meowing outside. That's the strange part. What in the world was a cat doing outside my dorm room?? It couldn't have just walked into the building; they always have the doors locked. Pets weren't allowed either. So, a cat disturbing my very much needed sleep was nothing I had anticipated.

Don't get me wrong; I absolutely love cats, but when it's 3 A.M, and you haven't had nearly enough sleep for the past week, and you've been working on some random project for college...there's no such thing as love and logic; there's only coffee and irritation.

I tried to ignore the noise; I really did. Yet, the more I tried to fall asleep, the more unbearable the scratching and meowing became.

Letting out a defeated sigh, I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards the door to my dorm. I pushed my hair down in an attempt to look less like a zombie and more like a human. Slowly, I pulled open the door and peeked outside.

It wasn't in front of my door but in front of the door to the dorm opposite to mine. There stood a slightly oversized cat with various shades of brown hair.

The feline calmly turned to look at me, revealing its beautiful pair of blue eyes. The cat looked glorious, and if it hadn't been for the fact that it woke me up, I would've been in much more awe.

I expected it to run off or at least cower in fear, but instead, it showed no interest in me, whatsoever, and turned back to the door it originally looked at.

Once again, it started meowing, and even hissing, at the door, bringing its paw to the wooden frame and clawing at it.

I crouched on the ground as if it'd make me seem less intimidating, not that it seemed at all fazed by me but still, and spoke up in a low voice, "Hey!" I shuffled slightly closer, "Hey, are you hungry? Do you want some food?" I asked, making the cat stare back at me.

Showing the same amount of disinterest, the cat proceeded to ignore me and went back to clawing at the door frame.

I huffed, as I got up and walked back into the dorm. "Let's see what do I have here...what can I feed a cat?" I stared at the mini fridge in my room. There wasn't much I could feed to a human, let alone a cat. "Hmm..maybe this could work?" I mumbled as I pulled out a milk bottle. I mean it's not food, but let's hope it appeases the nuisance at my door.

I poured some of the milk in a plastic bowl I found and carried it to the cat. I slowly placed the bowl near it, "I got you some milk, come on." I gave a smile and motioned for it to come closer. The cat held my gaze for a few moments before pushing its body off from its sitting position and cautiously raising its paw. I waited for it to take step closer..but it never did. Rather, it quickly pushed its paw down on the edge of the bowl, splashing milk on itself and me, while the rest of the liquid was spilled on the floor.

"Hey! What did you do that for?!" I snap in frustration, while wiping the drops of milk off my face. With its tail up and ears forward, the cat kept licking its paw, clearly pleased with itself. I swear I could almost see a taunting smirk on its face! Ugh!

Groaning, I got up and walked back into the dorm, finding myself an old rag to clean up the mess that thing caused. That cat is evil; I tell you! Evil! I'm certain!

I walked back outside with the rag, ready to wipe off the spilled milk. Unlike before, the cat seemed to have been excitedly waiting for me to come back. I got on my knees and used my left hand for support while using my right hand to wipe off the pool of milk on the floor.

As I was focused on cleaning, the cat slowly walked towards me and started rubbing its head on my thighs, and soon after, it started rubbing its entire body on my thighs. "Awwhh." I couldn't help but sit back on my knees and reach behind its ears. I started rubbing its head lovingly, earning a purr of pleasure in response. It closed its eyes and leaned into my palm, encouraging the gesture.

Well, okay, maybe it's not that evil.

The cat turned its head towards my door, that I had left wide open, before allowing itself inside my dorm. Was it really a good idea to let a stray cat inside my dorm room? No. Was I going to kick it out? Certainly not. Besides, it didn't really look like a stray cat; it was very well-groomed. Perhaps a student was able to sneak his or her pet in here?

Looking at the cat, I could tell it was here to stay, so I didn't bother wait for it to come out again; I just walked in and closed the door behind me. The cat kept wandering around the room in curiosity. It was really strange how it didn't seem to be scared at all; in fact, it seemed very comfortable. This only stressed the fact that this was no stray cat; it seemed familiar with humans.

I sat on my bed, watching as the cat explored the small space. Suddenly, it jumped on top of my desk, toying around with my hair ribbon, that I left on top of my paper stack. Scared for the life of my books and paper work, I got up to keep the cat away. I lifted the surprisingly light pet and carried it towards my bed.

I put it down and realized it hadn't let go of the red ribbon. "What is it? Do you like that ribbon?" I ask. It stops the war against the accessory to look at me. Then, an idea popped into my head- one that won't be very lovable to the cat, but I wanted to try it.

I carefully took the ribbon and tied a little bow around the cat's neck. It immediately started whipping its tail from side to side, showing irritation. The dark cat kept pulling at the ribbon with one paw, followed by the other, which ended up making it fall on its back, yet that only frustrated it even more, making it try to use even its back paws to remove the ribbon.

Unable to help it, I started giggling at how angry the little thing was. It stopped fighting with the ribbon to look at me. Slowly, it stood up and hissed at me. Did it just threaten me? "Okay, okay, I'll take it off." I complied, considering it felt like that cat was capable of murder, probably.

After I untied the ribbon, it seemed to calm down, and eventually proceeded to wander around again.

The more I tried to stay awake, the sleepier I got. I kept yawning a hundred times per second; I needed sleep. I rubbed my eyes and lied down on the bed. The normally uncomfortable pillow seemed a billion times softer at the moment, and slowly I was dozing off.

Before I could fall asleep, I felt the cat jump on top of the bed. It climbed on top of me, stopped, and started kneading on my tummy. I chuckled softly, "I haven't had any sleep.." I yawn, "I'm sorry I can't play with you now..maybe we can play tomorrow?" I ask it, as if it could reply to me. Somehow, it just seemed to understand. It simply just moved a little closer and made itself comfortable on my chest before trying to sleep too. A light laugh escaped my lips because of the adorable sight. Following the cat's actions, I also made myself comfortable and tried to fall asleep, which didn't take long at all.

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I felt something wet on my nose, and my eyes fluttered open to see the cat had decided to start licking my nose for some reason. "I'm trying to sleep; just stop." I turn my head to the other side, trying to fall back asleep. Yet, the cat persistently started licking my ear lobe. "Oh my god! What is wrong with you?! That's gross; just let me sleep!" Not bothering to open my eyes, I covered my ear for a few moments to keep the cat away, before trying to bury my head deeper into the pillow, as if that's possible.

A few, suspicious moments of silence passed, before I started to relax once again and doze off. However, of course, I spoke too soon. I felt hot breath on my neck and before I could dismiss it as the cat, a deep, raspy voice whispered in my ear, "Good morning, sleepyhead." A chill ran down my spine.

My eyes snapped open, and I looked towards the voice; first thing that met my eyes were another pair of eyes. A pair of human eyes.

I shrieked in terror, and in the process of jumping away from him, I fell off the bed. "Who the heck are you?! You freaking pervert! What are you doing here?! How did you come in here?!" I started shouting random questions, to which he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not a pervert; you let me in." The stranger sitting on my bed replied. "What in the world are you talking about?! Are you crazy?!" I yelled back at him, "And why are you shirtless?!" My eyes fell to his bare chest, thankfully the blanket was covering the rest of his body. My confusion was just increasing by the second. "Because I don't have any clothes with me?" He raised his eyebrow, making it sound as if I was the crazy one. "I'm calling the police!" I say as I reach for my phone, but he snatches it away.

"I'm the cat!" He says, "The cat you brought in last night! My highly intelligent roommate locked me out and fell asleep! I couldn't get in and you let me stay here!" He gives what he would call an explanation. I burst into laughter, "You are crazy!" I shake my head.

He stared at me with a deadpan expression before gracefully turning into a familiar, little cat. I've snapped, haven't I? I've been sleep deprived for too long, and now I've gone mad!

The cat jumped off the bed and stood in front of me, and equally as gracefully as before, it turned back into the tall, buff stranger from before, "Was that enough proof?" He asks, but his question was drowned out by my squeal, "My goodness! Put some clothes on!!" I looked away in embarrassment, using both my arms to cover my face.

"I told you I didn't have any clothes!" He defends, "Just use ANYTHING to cover yourself up! God!" I blindly reach for the blanket and toss it towards him.

"You can stop hiding now." Though unable to see him, I was certain he rolled his eyes. I slowly removed my arms and looked at him to see he had wrapped the blanket around his torso.

"You could've covered up a lot more, you know??" I complain, "if you don't stop whining, I'll take it off." He smirks when my eyes widen at his reply, "Ugh! Just nevermind! Why didn't you say you were human earlier anyway?!" I scowl. "Again, same highly intelligent roommate gave me a potion that should've kept my human form last longer, but instead did the exact opposite, and I wasn't able to turn human until today morning, so.." He replied.

"Anyway, thanks for having me." He walked towards the door before giving me a chance to reply, but I was quick to stop him. "Where do you think you're going, dressed like that?!" I look at him in disbelief. "My dorm is just opposite to yours; it's not a big deal." He shrugs and reaches for the door knob, "Students will see you and get the wrong idea!" I stopped him once more.

"Students are either in class or asleep; trust me. Plus if you're that worried, you can just check yourself." He rolls his eyes for the billionth time. I huff and face the door. Quietly, I open the door and peek my head out; I hated to admit it, but he was right. Everything was extremely silent outside.

"What did I tell you?" A whisper near my ear made me jump in terror, "Would you stop doing that?!" I place my hand on my chest, trying to recover from the jumpscare. "How can you be so stealthy anyway?! I can never feel you getting closer!" I run my hand through my hair in frustration. "Well...I am a cat.." he raises his eyebrows at me, before pulling the door open for him to pass.

He was about to walk out, but he stopped and looked at me. He brought his face closer to mine, "Once again, thanks for having me." He whispered before placing a kiss on my cheek.

I was startled by the gesture, but I didn't have time to react. He chuckled before walking out. He was charming. Strange..but charming. And for a few moments I could only watch, as he went to knock on the door, which was then answered by an apologetic guy with pink, fluffy hair.

The pink-haired guy cheerfully greeted me and introduced himself as Serge, but before he can keep talking to me, he was shoved inside by the taller guy. "Fine! Fine! I'm sorry!" Serge said as he walked inside the dorm room, "Byyee, (Y/N)!" I could hear him yell from inside.

Meanwhile the brown-haired stranger face palmed before directing his attention back to me, "I'm Azusa, by the way." He said when he was sure Serge was away from earshot. "I'll see you around." He smirks as he turns around to walk inside, but, once again, he stops.

"Oh, and one more thing.." He looks at me, "last night's pillow was rather comfy; thanks for that." He winks then finally walks inside his dorm, shutting the door.

Tilting my head in confusion, I stood there with furrowed eyebrows. It took me a few moments to register what he meant, and when I did, my face immediately heated up.

I turned quickly to walk inside and slam the door behind me, "I knew he was a freaking pervert!" I muttered, still unable to keep my face from turning a deep shade of red.

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