#cater x y/n

[liliths-missing-pen]

How They Are When They're In Love: Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Jack Howl, Malleus Draconia

Character Pairings: Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Jack Howl, Malleus Draconia x Reader (Separate)

Written for @oheyfox and @meliacamelia hope y’all enjoy your man’s <3

Warnings: None.

Masterlist

Trey Clover

The normal

I have physically never sat down once and written out a list of headcanons so this'll be interesting : )

Trey would be aware of once these feelings hit him immediately, however, he doesn't want to scare you off. He would prefer to keep these ideas to himself before he does anything rash

Riddle would notice a difference in his friend but wouldn't make a comment again when he did ask Trey replied with a "Nothing is wrong."

Cater on the other hand would be more persistent in getting him to spill the tea to know what's going on in the vice-housewarden's mind. As a result, Trey doesn't budge with Cater's asking. He only opens up to Cater about it after figuring out what he wants to do with it.

What is it you may ask? He wants to keep it on the down low. Both of you are still in high school. He doesn't see why he should tell you, he finds it unnecessary so he tucks it into his head for no one else to see/hear...

That's until Cater kept asking him about it and in an effort for this endless questionnaire to end he discussed with him that he wasn't interested in having a high school romance.

This, thankfully quieted him down, but he did give the odd comment one of these being "what do you have to lose?" He was aware of how common this phase was. The frequent use burns away the meaning of it. He knew what he had to lose with you... Yet it didn't stop him from at least thinking.

When Trey is in love with you that scenario could happen. Either way, he wouldn't treat you any differently than his dorm mates... At least to the eye. He'd had things going on in the backgrounds, the little things to show his love to you. Even if he knew it would never be seen or even returned..

You could hear the clicks of shoes in the empty hallways. You weren't sure who it could be this late at night on campus but you didn't have much time to think when you turned the corner and there he was. "Hi Y/n," Trey greeted you. He held a plate with tin foil covering what was inside. "I was looking for you... I know you tend to give your food away to Grim or he steals it from you and I just so happen to just finish your favourite pastry. Have it. I know you deserve it."

Cater Diamond

The schoolgirl who will reject the idea

I had this overflow of emotions to write him whilst listening to BABYMETAL so... Yeah, ngl kind of a fitting genre for him

This guy has his emotions tucked away so far away in the back of his head that even if he's spacing out during class and thinking of you at the most random times he will still reject the idea of having a crush on you and slowly falling in love.

He's a guy that does not put his emotions fully on display and it's quite hard to get a read on him if you express the same interest in him and are trying to figure him out.

He's denying everything so hard, yet everyone who comes into contact with Cater knows something is going down that isn't coming to light. The only one who knows what's going down is probably Trey or some best friend he has that isn't mentioned.

It won't even be because he told them. The only reason they would know is because they see how they look at you.

Mentioning you, he's avoiding you like the plague. Anytime he sees you walking around a corner he's going the direct opposite direction even if it means he would take longer getting to class or being late.

He knows he's hurting you but he genuinely is unsure of what to do. This guy will need someone to sit him down, probably Trey or even Deuce or Ace to get him straightened out and to help him to face what he fears. You and rejection.

They will need to hype him up a lot for this one...

"Sorry about not talking with ya for a while..." You stared up at the obviously nervous Cater. He wasn't typically like this. Something was most definitely up. "There's something I want to discuss... I'll keep it to minimal cringe 'kay?" He asks shining a bright smile but you and him know there's something underneath with all the clues being brought together. There was no way you were going to let this boy go, even if he wanted to run away like a school girl.

Jack Howl

The silly <3

He genuinely does not recognize that he’s fallen in love with you for a long time.

He’s heard of the idea so many times over by strangers in the wild, his peers, and even his parents how love was such a wonderful thing.

In the ghost marriage however, it's shown that this little beastman expresses want for love like his parents and as well his grandparents and how once they've fallen in love they're in it for the long haul

Even though he may be so sure that you're the one he may not recognize it while everyone else in his life may have already figured it out

I could make out the first years, particularly Ace making fun of him for his little crush on you.

Even Ruggie would get on the trend, picking at poor Jack. He would also use this as an opportunity to hang this over his head to get him to do stuff for him, yet Jack still would admit nor realize it.

Even with all of that Jack still wouldn’t recognize how he was in love with you, the slight wag and how his ears perk up your voice the immediate moment he could be heard

He would learn it on his own time, the teasing from his peers may only have only helped this process in its own time, not being the realization.

Maybe on one of his morning runs he would realize as he is running through campus he would any other day he takes a stop to admire some flowers or item that he’s reminded is one of your favourites. That is when it hits him…

He’s in love. He's in love and he doesn't know what to do

He most definitely asked his dad for advice and how he won over his mother and tried to figure out how to use those things he told him to win you over not even realizing that you were just as head over heels for him

As said, once they have a partner they are stuck with them for life

He would be a true gentleman, pulling together a bouquet trying to impress you, making sure what he brought you has the correct meaning he wanted to give you.

"Hey... Uhm, Y/n do you have a moment?" Jack towered over you while holding something behind his back. "I... Was wondering if you wanted to go to a restaurant and..." His face flushed he pulls out what was behind his back... A bouquet of baby's breath and violets. "It'll be a date?"

(Baby's breath - Everlasting love

Violets - Loyalty)

Malleus Draconia

Good old fashioned lover boy : D

Malleus has been locked away most of his life. He might've been free to have whatever he wanted in materials, but his experiences were locked away. Lilia mentioned how he travelled but Malleus never came along with him. Being the Prince of Briar Valley he wasn't allowed to have typical experiences. Once he'd gotten the taste of normal, he didn't want to go back.

How did he gain it? His relationship with you of course. From day one you didn't treat him differently. You treated him normally. He felt ruined when he messed up that he signed the letter he had given you "M.D." sure enough that you would clue in by then. Yet he felt relieved. He wasn't so sure if what he felt was endearment to you or worry from how clueless you seemed to be. He truly soured and believed that your friendship and what he enjoyed from you was gone once he showed up at the VDC

Yet.. You treating him like a normal human fae still happened? He never had a traditional friendship like others his age. So the fact that he started to gain feelings for you was much so unexpected, nor was it detected straight away.

Lilia never thought that he would have to go through this, explaining what love meant. He'd never say it to his face but he wouldn't have been surprised if his grandmother ever decided to put him into a arranged marriage because how much Lilia and her screwed up not letting him interact with kids his age that weren't assigned to be with him at all times.

So once Malleus started speaking of this Ramshackle prefect so dearly he had a cue that he would have to dust off the birds and bees story- In all serious though he decided that he had to have the talk asking how dearly he held this prefect of his. Malleus didn't know any better.

Once Lilia explained to him what was going... Dragon courting began. You were begining to collect many fancy jewelery that you weren't even sure what to do with. Malleus did have a hoard he could pick from and he surely did not cheap out when gifting. You were starting to get nervous from the way that Sebek would glare at you when passing in the halls. At one point Malleus gifted you a solid gold bar where you had to tell him he didn't have to gift you all these expensive things. Explaining him that it didn't matter he was a prince and could afford to give you all this you didn't want people thinking that you were using him. *cough cough* SEBEK

Yet through all of that you treated him as if he was a normal person. It made him so attracted to you. Yearning for you even. He wasn't sure if you were getting a message through with his courting though. However, he found it amusing so he decided letting this go another year or two couldn't hurt. After all you were his only friend. He wasn't going to let you go that easily and let something such as romance break it off so quickly. Even he couldn't take that hurt.

You stood outside of Ramshackle scrolling through your phone. You looked up as you noticed a shadow loomed over you. "Tsunataro!" Your immediate response hugging him. Malleus chuckled, "Hello prefect," he greeted. "I'm so happy you're here. I found a new gargole near here I have to show you it!" You exclaimed. "First, I have something for you," he reached into his pocket as he took out a small ring. "A promise ring. Lilia told me that it was very popular nowadays." You gawk at him as you slowly and careful take the ring from his hand and put it on your index finger. "It's beautiful, but Tsunataro... Nevermind, I like it a lot thank you." A smile graced Malleus "Of course my Treasure." You swore it was some sort of fluke that you weren't dating at the moment.

Requests are open‼️

[michelletsw]

*Cater opening his mouth asking for some of your food*

*You about to feed him a bite of you food*

Cater: idk why I worry about you cheating on me this is true love right here

Y/n: wha-

*Cater taking the food and walking away*

[it-happened-one-fic]

Just His Nature-Cater

Author Notes: Happy (early) Valentine's Day twst fandom! I decided I wanted to write a fic for Valentine's Day and then decided the fic would be a Cater one pretty quickly after words. I'm still not the most confident with writing fics for him, so writing this did turn out to be a bit of a challenge. That's probably why it ended up being sort of short too. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender Neutral Reader/ fluff/ implied romance but it can easily be platonic too/ Valentine's Day

Word Count: 890

You smiled at the waiter as he walked away to put in your order before you looked back over at your companion, calmly questioning the young man, “So is coming here the newest couple fad on Magicam?”

Cater looked up almost immediately from his phone, where he’d no doubt just been editing the picture you two had taken before coming into the cafe you currently sat in. The young man frowned, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone, “No? It’s just a popular spot in general.”

You frowned in confusion at his words. You’d assumed this trip had something to do with Magicam since, simply put, Cater didn’t like sweets, and that was what this place primarily sold. You’d figured it was a couple fad because he’d brought you along.

Cater eyed you closely before a smile slowly started to spread across his face, “Did you think I only invited you to take some pictures?”

You felt your eyes widen in surprise as you held up yours as if you were surrendering and hurriedly shook your head, “No! I was just kind of wondering what brought this on.”

As you spoke, you gestured to the cafe around you as if to evidence what ‘this’ was, but your motions only seemed to amuse the young man.

He leaned forward, propping on the table as he outright grinned at you, “Didn’t you say that holiday from back in your world happened around this time of year?”

You stared at him, pulling a complete and utter blank on what he might be talking about. Your confused silence and blank stare only had Cater grinning even more as you both leaned back to let the waiter sat your orders down.

You looked down at the obviously rich slice of dark chocolate cake decorated with delicately iced white roses that now sat in front of you, and all at once, everything clicked together like a puzzle.

You looked up, wide-eyed, at Cater, who was now smiling at you over his steaming mug of black coffee, “Cater, you-”

Cater grinned, interrupting you before you could even start to thank him, “Of course I did; I told you that you can always count on Cay-cay.”

You smiled almost helplessly at the young man, feeling half-embarrassed now that you knew what all of this was about, “I didn’t expect anything, you know.”

 It had been a whole year since I mentioned anything about the holiday in question, so the fact that he’d even remembered it was nice enough without any gifts.

Cater only shook his head, causing his loose hair to sway with the motion as he smiled back at you, “It doesn’t matter if you weren’t expecting anything. That just makes this a special surprise for you that happens to als be incredibly cammable.”

You laughed quietly at him as he teasingly snapped a picture of you and your cake. But somehow, this was all so very like Cater. 

Remembering something you’d mentioned off-handedly, with no intention of anything, only for him to do something like this, especially for you.

But then, Cater was one of the people who put in effort to make sure you didn’t feel too homesick. That was why he knew about little things like this. Because he’d encourage you to talk about your home with him whenever you felt down.

It was almost odd how Cater, someone who did his best to not get too attached to anyone, had gone out of his way to make sure you felt comfortable here in this world and had, inadvertently, caused you to get attached to him.

But that was just his nature. Cater wanted everyone to be enjoying themselves, even if he was doing his best to keep others at arm’s length.

Your fork slid easily through the cake as you smiled to yourself, looking away from Cater as he once again put away his phone, “What do you want in return? I can’t give you candy since you don’t care for sweets.”

You glanced up, grinning as Cater playfully pouted at you, “You don’t have to get me anything. I did this for you.”

“And for your Magicam follower account,” You pointed your fork at him amusedly, and he smiled, shaking his head.

“No, these pictures are for me, to commemorate my first time celebrating this holiday,” He wasn’t looking at you as he spoke. Instead, he was looking down at his coffee as you all but sighed at his words. Wondering exactly what you were going to do with this incredibly unfair young man.

“I guess your gift will just have to be a surprise too, then,” You giggled at his dramatic sigh, already plotting what flowers might be best to give him. He saw roses every day, so perhaps daylilies instead?

Your idle thoughts were interrupted as Cater leaned over, smiling at you with a more relaxed expression as he tilted his head, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”

You felt yourself smile back at him even as you looked away, breaking eye contact as you did your best to reign in your giddy feelings of excitement over giving him something and ignore the warm feelings that welled up at the fact he’d remembered a holiday that he hadn’t even ever heard of until you’d randomly mentioned it. 

“Happy Valentine's Day, Cater.”

[noyaetnox]

HEARTSLABYUL HEADCANONS:

The series: DIASOMNIA / HEARTSLABYUL / OCTAVINELLE / POMEFIORE / SAVANACLAW

- will not confess no matter what and you can't tell me otherwise. He'll be bottling up all his emotions like there's no tomorrow

-> truly believes there is no chance you'll like him back. I mean, he was a bitch to you! He totally was rude and - how can you love someone like that?

-> Trey is slowly but surely getting tired of hearing the same thing over and over again from Riddle - goes to you, pleading to either confess or tell his house warden that you do not hold any special emotions towards him

- Riddle becomes much softer after you start dating

-> the whole of Heartslabyul noticed. Adeuce will be pleading with you to never leave their housewarden because suddenly living with him is doable

- Ace and Deuce will also react terribly to the news of you two dating (Ace worse), because what about that little shit made you like him? Are you okay? Were you bribed? Do you need help? Blink twice-

"You actually like him? For real? No cap?" Yes🤨? "But he's an annoying tyrant," jokes on you I'm a brat tamer 😋☝️ and into that shit.

-> will consider finally trying that therapy thing you keep talking about

- dates with Riddle are the best, you feel like royalty with how he treats you. Sometimes, though, he let's his tongue slip and says something he doesn't mean, but you can tell by his expression he doesn't mean it fr so you're fine (you then talk about it and he apologizes and you get lots of hugs)

- it is kept secret for the longest time, because he's worried people will see you as weakness of his (you totally are), so he tries. It fails. Bro has the biggest grin on his face the second he spots you. I'm talking visible hearts and sparkles

- no PDA. Won't even hold your hand. Please let me hold your hand 😔 will collar you if you pull something like holding hands or kiss his cheek, ONE OF THE SEVEN FORBID YOU KISS HIM ON THE LIPS IN PUBLIC -> immediate collar after each one - you're still into that shit (if you're not, are you really a Riddle simp? 🤨)

- doesn't know anything about relationships so his reactions are always fresh and amazing to look at

- can't communicate well and will try to not show his emotions (he fails horribly around you), so it's slow steps - both of you getting used to one another

- you tease him a lot, because he can turn redder than his hair and he hates it sometimes (he will refuse to admit), yet he knows you still remain respectful and once it's gone too far you immediately stop

- will try baking for you, but he takes everything literally (I'm pretty sure he is autistic, it's the fellow awtysm radar in me), so he often messes up. You eat it, because you love him (and it's not worse than Lilia's cooking, so)

- will spend holidays with you, he doesn't want to go home :( and he feels way better with you, so it's a win-win

-> only then learns about your living situation in Ramshackle 🥲🙏 will yell (respectfully) at Crowley because of it

- helps you so much with your workload by sharing his own hacks he's come up with over the years (he's the cutest little thing pls)

- fights everyone for you, except Floyd - you're both running from that one (will not leave you alone on that one, though, what a sweetheart)

- he's got a British accent 😐☝️

-> has the silly goofy speak: "riddle me this" "geezer" "bloody hell" "innit?" "lads"

-> you clown him for it sometimes, just sometimes. He hates it. But he also loves you so it's alright

- you carry candy around for him, everytime he gets angry around you, you toss him candy or something

- invites you horse riding (if you don't like horses IDC. I'm a horse person and I love it. The horse bedsheets stay on during sex 😡 jk. Or am I?)

- you will show him so much. So many new things and he's suddenly in this whole new world he's never been in before. He's willing to try anything, for both curiosity and your smile. Very interested in your world, please tell him everything

- will spend time with you in private tea parties where you guys just gossip

- platonic: best friends. Besties. Will share so much tea on tea parties, about everyone, even people you guys don't know. It's so fun. It's a whole 😗💅 friendship. (Though Riddle doesn't know much gossip, it's fine, he will remember what you tell him)

- I don't know much about this guy but I will try

- definitely bakes you sweets that are to your taste, if you don't like sweets he will cook. He's been preparing for this moment his whole life let him do his thing

- is afraid of blood. IDC. You get a cut and bro is freaking out, you're going to die while he's passed out because of the bloo- he is now gone 😔

- that said, loves taking care of you as long as it's not a bloody injury. Brings you blankets, cooks you soup, boils you tea, you name it

- teeth brushing together and I also mean the kind where he brushes yours, he says it's not kinky but you are not really sure

- doesn't know how to say no but is a master at leaving situations, like you don't even know how and your request with going idk where has turned into rule 8289402917364829 to not speak to people in glasses on a Thursday and now you have to compensate by eating his tart,,, or something

- 😏 <- why does he actually make that face

- you spend time together by having either little tea parties or just hanging out in his room

- his love language is baking, but I also think it's quality time

-> will ask you to join him in the kitchen while he bakes, to be next to him while he's studying and things like that

-> just loves having you close to him

-> ALSO ALSO: one of those friends/bfs that will force you into calling/messaging once you've arrived home, telling you to dress warm, buys you food, yells at Crowley for you (tells Riddle to yell at him because he was raised to respect others while he knows Riddle will not care - after all, Riddle likes you, too)

- walks you to school

- asks you to put Ace and Deuce into their place because he just might snap anytime soon and despite being afraid of blood, it will be the last thing a few of the Heartslabyul students will see ☺️

- doesn't have bad memory per se, but often forgets trivial things

- it's kinda endearing

- platonic: joins you and Riddle in your tea parties (tea in both senses), knows about everything that's going on in the school, all the gossip (Cater is the one who tells him, but anyway)

- "You don't have a magicam account😨😰?" "Wdym Crowley doesn't allow you to use your phone for social media and entertainment?!" Suddenly you are allowed to set an account 🤨

- EVERYTHING about your relationship is documented. He doesn't post all of the pictures and videos he has, but he posts a few.

-> likes to keep your relationship matters somewhat private rather than just post it all, it's for him only (and for you when he decided to finally send the pics from the date 2 months ago 😒)

- has a weird sense of humor you can't always understand. He seems like he's having fun, though, so it's fine, let him be excited

- he copes with internal conflict by occupying his mind with social media (twinss except I do that with games,,, anyway), telling jokes and being very unserious but he let's this mask fall whenever he's around you

- the actual Cater is so lovely 😔 he may not be as full of energy and as loud but he's still the biggest sweetheart

- you put him at a high place, whilst he puts everyone above him and is used to people just disregarding him, so when you show up and try your hardest to focus on him he just wants to cry for days on end. His opinions matter to you and you always listen to him even when he's talking about the stuff you have no idea about 🥲

-> late night crying sessions together (crying brings people closer), and you just love spending every second together

- he definitely needs assurance, so don't forget to text him a "good morning, love" a "goodnight, love" as well as words of affirmation and reminding him that you love him and him only and that he's amazing. Also please don't ignore his messages 😔 he will think you hate him

- refuses to get drunk in front of other people because he could start spilling his secrets, but he does when he's with you = crying a lot

- dates are two kinds:

1. you go to a very aesthetic location, you have a picture perfect (intended) date, it is later all over your social media

2. just you and him being in love and spending alone time together. His room, your room, in the garden, cooking together, you name it. All he cares about is you (only takes candid photos yet they look so good??? Sir??)

- just two people foolishly in love, that's it, that's the tweet (Tumblr post?)

-I really think he'd be one of the best bfs, hands down

- he writes fanfiction. "But, Noya, there's no way he-" ☝️😐 he does. I was thinking about Sebek writing FFs about Malleus, but Sebek doesn't seem like the type (Sebek for sure daydreams), but Deuce? He does. With Ace. They just share FFs and recommendations (he still doesn't know how to tell Ace he doesn't really write well)

-> tried to keep it a secret until you one day mentioned this cool fanfic you've read the night before with your favorite character

-> "you read fanfiction?😨" Yes, Deuce. "And you mentioned it to me so casually?" You lovable idiot

- thinks you are very cool and respects you greatly

- you have a group chat with him and his mom as well as a private chat with her

- the group chat is just the sweetest thing ever. His mom loves you and you love her, and Deuce is just there to observe and for the two of you to poke fun at (in an endearing way - talking sweetly about Deuce while he reads it all)

-> in the private chat, you're gossiping and having the best time of your life. His mom is so cool and such a girlboss (not to mention a total MILF - if it doesn't work out with Deuce you'll go for his mom 😔)

- that said, Deuce is very submissive and breedable

I will not elaborate

- dates with him are definitely outside, you either go for a walk, for a ride, or something like that

- brings you gifts all the time, they're mostly really stupid, but he's always like: "I saw this and it reminded me of you" or "I saw this and thought you might like it" your room is getting full, but you can't say no to that face.

- kiss his hair, he's sitting down and you do a little smooch, or the back of his neck

-> he gets all red and stuttering and then you hear it about it from his mom

-> "When will I get grandbabies?" Miss I want your child 😌☝️

- ehm

- just the loveliest puppy love, with a lot of hugs and kisses, he also doesn't care about where you two are and PDA is no problem for him (as long as it's like a little, he wouldn't straight out makeout with you,,, maybe)

- soft boy, will worry about everything but you and his mom will reassure him at all times, so we're good 😌

- BOY

- okay I ended Deuce with PDA and I'm going to start with it here

-> PDA all the way, will makeout at the lockers, near friends, he doesn't care. You do? Too bad (just kidding he will actually respect your opinion, but you also have to respect his so like)

- will bring you to his room while Deuce is there just for the laughs

- will try to protect you from trouble, because he has this feeling of needing to protect you

- "This one is for you, babygirl" and then misses his shot at club, you laugh,,, but why does he keep doing that when it has worked like twice so far (Floyd also tells you all his shots are for you and doesn't miss)

- screams when in distress, you scream with him. Yes we're fine, Jack.

- steals tarts and cakes from the dorm kitchen and then sneaks into your room to eat with you, then acts oh so sad when Riddle collars him and he has to go sleep at Ramshackle 😩😩😩 oh woe is me (sneaky bastard)

- you definitely curse at one another, jokingly, you call him a dick, he calls you a bitch. But you're his bitch and he's your dick 🫶

- people are concerned, but you guys are fine

- talks about his exes sometimes and then realizes his mistake and keeps apologizing for days, you tell him it's fine (you've already had the talk, and you know his mouth just runs faster than his brain can keep up - you do say if something he said hurt you and he then tries to make it up and not repeat it ever again)

- dates are never the same, like I can't stress enough how your dates are just in the spur of the moment and you end up eating bananas on Crowley's window (you almost fell to your death so that was the last time you did that)

-> has a weird habit of remembering things like that, like if you cut yourself - never be close to a knife, if you slipped on ice - not going outside when it's freezing, you almost fell from that window - never let you be higher than a chair when he's around. It's sweet, but let me live my life goddamn

- while texting he has started putting /j after everything just to make sure you don't misunderstand

- it's an emotional rollercoaster with him, but you somehow still return, is that okay? Not necessarily, but you love him too much and he loves you, too

- tells you often, that he loves you. Like, any change he gets, he will be saying "I love you" "Love you" it's kinda cute because depsite that, he still gets nervous and all red, at least you know it's genuine

- will beat up anyone for you (with Deuce because they're a buy one get one free, or frequently bought together)

-> you got used to your dates sometimes being with Deuce, but it's fine, you spend all the time together anyway (Epel hates your love, so you tease him on purpose, Jack is just lovable and is happy for you guys - just don't let it distract you from your studies!)

Why did Riddle get so much text? He's my favorite.

Why does Deuce have 2 banners? because he's my bbygirl and I couldn't decide, he looks great everywhere.

When will be the next part? With how life's going rn, soon.

Who will be in the next part? I haven't decided yet, but either Pomefiore or Octavinelle.

Have a great week everyone, hope life is going well, goodnight 🫶🫶🫶

[peppermint-twst]

I want to start analyzing the characters’ forms of romantic love using Socionics theory—a personality typing system similar to MBTI but more in-depth. Socionics puts a big focus on relations and compatibility between types.

So I plan to use the characters’ sociotypes to explain their possible romancing behavior. This is all theory and headcanons and I’m using personality-database.com as source for their types. There’s room for inaccuracy but this is what i have to work with…

Remember this is just for fun and shouldn’t be taken seriously

Anyway! Let’s start with Cater! If this gets an ok amount of engagement, I might make a more in-depth post or do other characters later.

Cater - ESE (ESFj) - “The Communicator”

Cater’s sociotype is ESE (ESFj) which fits with his sunny, outgoing personality. His forms of love are Mania and Eros (I will cover that in a bit). He’s the type that when he falls, he falls HARD. And there isn’t much stopping him when it comes to conquering what (or who) he desires. Even when the other party shows disinterest, he won’t lose hope.

Cater is the type that gets blinded by love he doesn’t notice or acknowledge the other person’s flaws. His type makes him a very passionate lover.

Here are some quotes about this type:

“The COMMUNICATOR is cheerful, optimistic, and can endure a lot from the object of his feelings. Despite his emotionality and sensitivity, he is quite an imperous and strong character.”

“Erotic stimulus and recklessness of this passionate and persevering conqueror make him capable of many compromises for the sake of feelings.”

“Only inherent to him cheerfulness and a sense of humor help him overcome all obstacles on the way to his goal, not taking close to heart neither the coldness nor even flat refusals of a partner - for as long as this person is of interest for the COMMUNICATOR. His belief in success and reciprocity does not run low even in the most hopeless situations.”

“If he manages to win over his partner, whom he has fallen in love with, he does not consider any formalities. His emotion and desire is so great that is makes him close his eyes to much.”

“The sensing types SEI and ESE enjoy being gently stroked on their skin. However, the ESE is much more emotional and passionate in his love manifestations…”

Now back to forms of love, the ESE combines Mania and Eros for his romance style. Here are their descriptions:

Eros:

“This is a passionate, powerful, and sensual attraction to the object of love. Appearance and manner of behavior of a loved one are of great value here. They evoke aesthetic feelings and reverence before the outward perfection, often exaggerated - of face, figure, gait. People for whom this form of love is predominant seek harmony of both body and soul, and are able to turn a blind eye to minor flaws and faults. Inspired by love, they are capable of great devotion, constantly improving their own manners and ways of expressing their feelings, as well as forms of their body, beauty of their clothes, aesthetics of their environment. They willingly adjust and adapt their partner to themselves. They give much importance to physical enjoyments. Not finding the desired harmony, they become forever disappointed in the object of their feelings, and easily part ways with him or her. This form of displays of affection became widespread in ancient Greece, is most characteristic of developed societies, and is still widely promoted by the media and various forms of art.”

Mania:

“Prolonged emotional ecstasy, obsession with love, over-valuation of its significance, which leads to strong emotional shocks, reckless actions, and even dramas. This feeling is strong, possessive, demanding, thirsty for complete reciprocity, but also capable of many compromises. This love is very enduring, even in those cases when it is unrequited. Often it is capable of heroism and sacrifice, and even unconditional devotion. It is full of contradictions, since it is very dependent on changeable moods. Quarrels may be frequent with this kind of love, as well as sharp contrasts in behavior, even fleeting infidelity. It is the cause for unpredictable actions and disregard for generally accepted norms of behavior. Mania love exists since ancient times, but it became most widespread in the 20th century in Western Europe after the sexual revolution, whose followers called for the emancipation of the senses and the denial of the cold bourgeois rationality. It has not lost its relevance in our pragmatic time, though it has become less dramatic.”

Cater puts a lot of value into aesthetics so Eros seems to fall in line with him. This doesn’t mean beauty and good looks is the sole source of his love. They might help get him interested, but once he falls in love, the other person will be nothing but perfection and flawlessness to him.

Now out of all forms of love, Mania is the most passionate. It’s that crazy kind of love which may veer into obsession. Cater can withstand a lot of sacrifice for the sake of love… which makes sense when you look into his habit of people-pleasing.

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[anmiruzu]

For the Halloween event, can I request Cater Diamond with prompt 12: “I love you, I swear I do, but we’re not wearing matching costumes”?

it isn’t that bad, right?

a/n ofc ofc ^^ tbh i find it a lil hard to write cater since, in my opinion, his character can be a bit complicated but i hope you enjoy it :>

-134 words-

October third,

cater diamond; prompt 12: “I love you, I swear I do, but we’re not wearing matching costumes”

Walking into your boyfriend’s bedroom, carrying lots of different clothes, you set them down on his bed. 

“so? which one? i brought lots of different choices!”

once again, you had set down some of the oddest and funny looking costumes as this was your fifth time doing this with him.

cater held back a genuine laugh before saying, “y/n, i love you, i swear i do, but i am not wearing matching costumes with you!”

“what? why not!?” you exclaimed, oblivious to how horrrible your costume choices were.

“…y/n” cater starts, trying not to laugh, “w-what is that!?” 

he points to the ugliest, most unfashionable matching costume set he has ever seen.

you confidently reply, “our matching costumes!”

cater continues to laugh, “that is so uncammable!”

you pout at him, “it isn’t!”

{31 daydreams of halloween event lineup}

{twisted wonderland masterlist}

[severeaesthetic]

Can you make the continuation of Trey c cater x y/n pls?

People I would cheat on my boyfriend with: Poly! Trey x Cater x reader

 ⚠️Suggestive content, language⚠️

Let’s say for the sake of these headcanons that you decide to prank them separately

Trey while he is doing homework (before Cater gets done with his practice)

Cater while he is waiting for his club to start

Before they talk to each other they are unaware that you “pranked” them both

How it happened (Trey):

Trey was just minding his own business doing Crewel’s homework, when he heard a knock and then the door to his room opening. He looked up and saw you carrying everything you needed for the prank. He raised an eyebrow leaning back in his chair watching you set everything up and hit the record button. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“I just want to record your reaction to my presentation for class.” You say looking at him with a sly smile. He motioned for you to proceed and you clicked on the first slide. “People I would cheat on my boyfriend with” you speak before clicking to the next slide. “I would never cheat. I love him and cheating is wrong” you look at him waiting for his reaction. He gives you a cute smile before you click to the last slide, which had a picture of you and your other boyfriend that the present boyfriend took (it’s Trey’s laptop wallpaper).

“You had me worried for a minute there cookie” he stood up from his desk and walked over to you and pinning you against the desk “for that I’m gonna have to tell Cater.”

“You don’t have to tell Cay-Cay” a nervous laugh falls from your lips.

“Unfortunately I do little hatter” he leans down to whisper in your ear “and you‘ll be taught a lesson about trying to go through with this prank.” He placed a kiss on your neck before pushing off the desk and walking out of his room to get something from the kitchen. Cater most definitely hadn’t told him, but you’re still royally fucked.

How it happened (Cater):

You walked into the practice room where Cater was just playing random chords on the guitar as he sat on the stage. He hears footsteps and looks up. He smiles brightly when he sees you and sets the guitar down walking over to you. “Hey babes! Whatcha got there?”

“I need your help with something” you say setting up quickly, “It’ll only take a second I promise” you hit record as he sat on one of the large speakers. Clicking on the first slide, “people I would cheat on my boyfriend with.” Cater could only give a half smirk as he waited for you to continue. “I would never cheat, because cheating is wrong and I love him” you look at him waiting for his reaction.

“I love you to, but you realize we have another boyfriend right?”

Without saying anything you click to the next screen. Which is a rather provocative photo of you and Trey. (It’s Cater’s Home Screen). He just laughs. His real laugh. He stood up walking over to you and gripped your hips lightly pulling you close to him. He placed a quick kiss to your lips. “So unfair of you not to include us both at the same time” he mumbles against your lips. “I think it’s only fair to punish you and let our baby have the fun hm?” He leans down placing kisses on your neck as Lilia and Kalim walked in. Well, Lilia was walking. Kalim was skipping and muttering about something.

“Ah, young love” Lilia chuckled walking past you two to the stage “Get a room.”

Kalim finally stops rambling about whatever he was talking about. He sees you and smiles bigger waving like his arm was gonna fall off. “Hey prefect! Are you coming to the party at my dorm tonight?!”

(How could you say no to your friend) You and Kalim talk about the party a little more before he got told to get on stage by your boyfriend. You said your goodbyes and then walked to your other boyfriend’s room to prank him.

Trey and Cater converse

You are over at Scarabia partying the night away as Cater and Trey are laying on his bed talking and cuddling. The promised at least one of them would stay awake to walk you back. Cater was telling him about what happened in the music room. Trey chuckles just picturing your reaction when Lilia said to get a room. Trey then told Cay-cay about what you did a couple of hours ago. “How should we punish them?” Trey asks, turning the both of them to where they’re face to face.

Cater smirks devilishly. “They like to touch us right?”

“Where are you going with this?” Cater whispers his idea to Trey while trying to keep a straight face. Trey flips them over to where Cater is underneath him. “How long have you wanted do that?”

“A while” Cater shrugs and pulls him into a kiss. After making out and feeling each other up for a couple of minutes, the mood is broken by a knock on the door. Trey hops off the bed and opens the door to see an annoyed Jamil with a hand on your arm to keep you from running away.

“I believe this human belongs to you two” Jamil says shoving you into Trey’s arms and walking back to Scarabia.

Cater fake gasps “what did you do to get kicked out of Scarabia and escorted back to the vice house warden’s room?” He walks over with a fake look of disappointment.

“Kalim said Jamil said it was okay for us to go out on the magic carpet to see the fireworks he set up” you said looking between the both of them. “Kalim is surprisingly a good liar.” Cater got a text from Jamil saying you weren’t in trouble to which he snickered and decided to keep to himself.

“Trey shouldn’t we start their punishment?” Cater smirks at the taller male.

“You’re right Cater” he clicked his tongue “first you pull those not nice pranks on your poor boyfriends. Then you get in trouble with a fellow vice house warden. We know just how to teach you to behave” he smirks then he shuts and locks the door

[thealligatornoah]

Falling in love (Cater edition)

At last, I'm back writing! Sorry, I had been facing mental health issues, and it mixed with school work and the fact that I actually didn't know what to do with Cater, plus another project I have in my mind. But do not worry, 'cause today I litsened to phony, which inspired me! That's my favourite cover, btw. Suck it up helped too.

(Holy crap "Ashite aishite" started playing while writing this, 400 likes and I'll write a yandere Cater parody lmao)

Well, let's get it started!

Warnings: is a bit angsty, sorry, I didn't mean to :'D

When it doesn't catch Cater's interest, he won't be able to focus in it, like studying. But magicam does capture his interest, and his many followers really love his bubbly easygoing personality, they really look up to him. He just has to be positive, even in situations that drain his heart in tears and sweat.

He doesn't like sweets? Just eat them all! You're scared of loosing your friends? Just don't form any strong bonds, easy-peasy! You're feeling down? Just smile to the camera! Isn't it great? This is his life!

The ceremony of a new school year is taking place at NRC. He smiles to his camera to show off how handsome and ominous he looks in his cloak, "#thesameceremonyaslastyears", he writes underneath the picture with bored eyes. But, suddenly, certain magicless human breaks out the coffin at everyone's surprise yet amazeness.

Cater feels as if his heart could get out his chest, and a tiny shade of pink makes its appearance shily on his cheeks. "That guy is so cute, I wanna have a photo of him" he thought immediately.

A few days later, that same boy shows up at Cater's dorm as one of his clones is painting the roses for the upcoming unbirthday party. His eyes lit up, and his mind starts thinking many things at once. He focuses little by little in the ones that he believes as priorities, like Ace having one of Riddle's collars on his neck.

Minutes later, everyone is helping him paint the roses. Not only that, he surprised (Y/N) with his unique magic, yeah, He learned his name! Cater doesn't really understand why, but that plus the adorable smile that boy is displaying right now just melts him.

After finishing, he approaches the magicless human.

-Hey, (Y/N)! -he giggles, blinking an eye- Did ya have fun?

-Oh, hi, Cater -he sends back a smile-. Yeah, Ace didn't stop complaining, but I really enjoyed painting the roses with all of you! -he cheerfully answers.

The young user of magicam gulps as he feels the same exact emotions as the ones at the ceremony slowly start hitting him again, takes out him phone with shaky hands, and coughs softly.

-Do ya want to take a selfie with me? -he asks.

(Y/N) is a bit baffled at first, "He looks like the guy that would make me mad by taking a picture without my permission" he thinks as nodding unconstiously. Did that little surprise catch him down guard?

Cater smiles widely at the affirmative answer.

He will treasure that handsome face on that photo all his life.

But not everything is pink and happy all the time. Like in the next day, when Riddle actually overblots and, thus, puts his life in real danger. Cater's friendships didn't last more than two years, so seeing one of his longer lasting friends in this state actually crushes his soul. But he can't show he is worried, he just doesn't have the permission to be sad.

So as soon as he has the opportunity to hide in the second shot of the unbirthday party, he goes to a spot to have some alone time just to have a breakdown. Tears fall down to the ground when he quietly sobs, he sits down there with a helpless look. "Why is so hard to bottle up the emotions?" He wonders.

He heards footsteps approximating him, so he swipes off all the tears.

-Cater?

He freaks out even more when he sees that it is (Y/N) who is seeing him like this.

-Are you OK? Do you need help? -he asks worridly.

Cater shakes his head, he doesn't speak due to not wanting his... crush? Hearing his voice other than his happy, go-lucky tone. (Y/N) frowns.

-Or company?

This time, he doesn't answer; two of his feelings collide and he just doesn't know what he should answer, his mind is just too blurry right now.

-Get better, Cater senpai... -(Y/N) says goodbye, taking his silence as a negative.

-Wait. -Cater finally demands before it's too late.

(Y/N) looks at him wide eyed, the poor third year is clearly asking for a hugh with open arms. Even the magicless boy is surprised with the fact that he accepted.

He buries his face in Cater's neck as he kneels down so he can reach hsi embrace. The once sobbing mess wraps (Y/N) with his arms.

-Can I trust you? -he quietly murmurs in his ear.

-Of course you can. -(Y/N) answers tenderly as he pats Cater's back.

On that day, Cater learned that he could speak with his crush; in the sense that he feels safe to tell him almost anything he is feeling, yeah, I'm excluding the romantic feelings.

From that day on, Cater spends all the time he can with (Y/N). They speak about anything and everything, if anyone ever makes a contest between them to see who knows each other better, it'd be a tie.

Then, they start to be more touchy with each other. Hugs, laying down on each other, even ocassiomal kisses on the cheeks. It is normal that the other students think that they're a couple, but they always get really flustered out when it happens. Until one damn time...

-You're such a cute couple! -one of the students mistake them.

-I know! -(Y/N) laughs- It's a joke, we're just close friends.

That is the night that one of Cater's pillows has to suffer one of his most long, high-pitched little screams from him, his face in a shade that completely hides the diamond on his cheek and his heart almost exploding. That's it, he has to confess, unless he is going to die much younger he thought he would.

One morning, Cater checks his magicam witing for (Y/N) on the same exact spot he discovered him crying his eyes out. He still can't believe that he feels comfortable showing more faces rather than "happy" to him, but that is maybe the reason he is waiting there in the first place.

-Cater! -(Y/N) waves at him with that cute smile of his.

-Oh god, is Huggy-chi!

The other boy loudly laughs.

-What's with that nickname?

-Shaddup and hug me! -demands Cater, opening his arms.

Almost like a puppy, (Y/N) jumps to his embrace. They both stay quietly like that for a few seconds, Cater is already feeling his stomach flipping upside down, his body shaking at the sensation of the cold sweat on his hands.

-Are you alright? - (Y/N) notices.

Cater takes a deep breath.

-Yes and no. -he answers.

-You know you can tell me anything. -he says patting his back.

-Yeah, but I dunno if you'll like this.

-What do you mean?

-(Y/N), I really like you.

A small scream leaves the magicless human's mouth, and strengthes his grip.

-Huh? What does this mean?

-Oh my god, Cater. Do you mean "like" in the sense of "love"? Please, tell me yes, please.

Cater giggles and lifts up (Y/N)'s chin so he can look at him in the eyes, and careses his underlip with his thumb.

-You're silly, ya' know?

Then, as if they were magnets, their lips attract each other's until they click togheter. Cater's hands leave the embrace to get positioned to (Y/N)'s face, he will treasure this moment even more than the first selfie of the two of them, so has has to make sure to make it as romantic and memorable he can.

When it doesn't catch Cater's interest, he won't be able to focus in it, like studying. But this boy succeded to catch his attention, and he is more than happy to demonstrate him that.

[twisted-fics-in-wonderland]

Nightmare Comfort Heartslabyul

Prompt: Y/N had a nightmare and asks comfort

Characters: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey

✨🌸Fluff🌸✨

I wrote this on my Obey me Blog and people liked it so I'mma feed my fellow TWST Simps one dorm at a time ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Y/N is going to be gender neutral to the best of my abilities. They/Them Pronouns, and I’m going to try and avoid gendered descriptors <3

TW/CW: Not describing what was in the nightmare but if that ambiguity bothers you and makes your mind spiral please don’t read and have a wonderful night, 

Heartslabyul(Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia |

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Y/N jolted upright, holding their chest as it felt as if their heart would run away. They tried to calm their breathing and their thoughts, unable to shake the horrors their subconscious cruelly subjected them to. They took some deep breaths and manage to calm themself enough to look at the time. They squinted as the cheap phone Crowley gave them lights up and the numbers display on the screen. It was late.

They wondered if it may be too late to ask for comfort from someone. Of course they could just pet Grim but they didn't feel like dealing with the feline whining and complaining in that moment. So taking another deep breath, both to sooth their shaky hands and for some courage, they opened their contacts to make a phone call.

Riddle Rosehearts

Y/N hovered over the strict house warden's number for a while. They honestly weren't even sure how they managed to get Riddle to give them his number in the first place, but surely he'd have them delete it after this. That and give them the longest, most aggressive lecture of their life about getting proper rest. They took another deep breath, sucking it up and pushing their anxiety aside before they pressed the call button. They were taken aback at how quickly he picked up, but they won’t complain.

"Y/N, what are you-" he attempted to ask a question before being rudely interrupted by a familiar voice, "ACE SIT DOWN OR ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD," yeah they thought as much.

"Ace is keeping you up again?" they knew this happened fairly often but they still wanted to ask incase it was actually something different, or more of an emergency.

"Yes, however this isn't about me. Something unusual must be keeping you up. Grim is the only one you live with and to my knowledge he sleeps well," he pointed out with little hesitation.

They sighed softly, soothing themself by rubbing the corner of their thin blanket, that was nearly as decrepit as the building Crowely had them staying in, between their fingers. Now that they were actually expected to explain themself, the anxiety was kicking in. They were scared that he'd tell them it was childish to call him for such a thing.

"I had a night terror," they blurted out before they could think about it for any longer.

"I see. No wonder you're up.. did you mean to call someone else?" he sounded curious, almost sure he was correct in his assumption.

"No. I meant to call you, I'm sorry... you were the first person I thought to call," Y/N answered honestly.

"Me..? That's very bold of you," they could tell he was smiling by the sound of his voice, "well, since I'm already awake I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask what you need from me,"

"Thank you. I don't want to be alone.. just staying on the phone with me would be enough."

"I see. I'd be glad to keep you company, though I'd prefer you come to Heartslabyul so I can deal with this and not seem neglectful of you,"

"Okay," they laughed a little, "I'll be there soon, don't kill him just yet okay?"

"No promises. I'll have Trey lead you inside, since Ace has him up as well."

Trey Clover

Y/N sighed softly before dialing Trey's number. They didn't want him to lose any sleep because of them but they were sure he wouldn't mind. It's not like this was an every night thing for them to call the baker so late. Y/N waited impatiently for him to answer, swaying back and forth.

"Hello..?" Trey's raspy, sleep filled voice was heard from the other side of the line, "Y/N are you okay?" his voice was soft and concerned.

They sniffled, the tenderness in his voice making them feel so much safer already. The tears began falling and they tried to choke out a response, breathing out shakily in frustration. There was panicked shuffling on Trey's end.

"Hey, breathe!" his tone was concerned and a bit panicked, "Y/N take a few deep breaths and THEN try to explain."

They did as he said, wiping their tears before glancing at their feline companion to make sure they hadn't woken him up, "sorry.. I just had a really bad nightmare."

"Ah... Okay," he relaxed a bit, "I'm glad you trust me enough to call me, Y/N,"

They smiled a little, sniffling a bit more and staying quiet for a few moments, "Trey..?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to be alone right now.."

"I know, and I'm here. I won't leave you," the sound of a door closing then the crunching of leaves was heard through the phone.

"Are you outside?" they gasped

"I am now. I'm coming to Ramshackle," he sounded a little smug about this fact.

"What if Riddle catches you??" they giggled, already feeling better.

"He'll manage," Trey chuckled, "hey... It's really cold, can you wait at the front door for me?"

"Yeah of course," they got up excitedly, almost forgetting to bring their phone along and most definitely forgetting Grim was sleeping so soundly.

He was barely fazed, grumbling something before curling back up, falling asleep quick enough to rival Leona. They smiled a little and walked down to the front door.

"I'm at the dorm mirrors, I'll be there momentarily. Are you okay if I hang up for a few minutes?" he asked patiently.

"Yeah. I'll see you when you get here."

"Alright good," he hung up and just as promised he was there only minutes later. He held a small bag full of little baked goods, "I brought some extra sweets for you, hopefully they'll make you feel better,"

"Trey, I'm just happy you're here," Y/N hugged him tightly before taking the baked goods, "but I'll take these too." they giggled.

Cater Diamond

Y/N called Cater without hesitation, knowing that the ginger would in fact still be up much to Riddle's dismay. They bit their lip gently as the phone rings. It felt like an eternity until he picked up, even though the phone only rang once or twice.

"Heeeyyy," Cater starts cheerful as ever, "what's up? Glad you called I was getting pretty bored," he laughed a bit, his voice sounding tired.

"Ah.. I don't think the reason why I called is very entertaining but can you lend me your ear anyway?"

"Of course, besides I don't get bored when talking to you," they obviously couldn't see his face but they could just tell he was winking.

"You're such a dork," they laughed a little before getting serious once again, "I actually called because I had a nightmare.. sorry, I know it sounds really dumb and childish but I just didn't want to be alone."

He grew quiet for moment, making Y/N a little nervous but he spoke up after a while, "it's fine, I wasn't doing anything anyway. How about we switch over to facetime?"

"Alright," they smiled, hanging up and immediately video calling back.

Cater set his phone up so they could see him. He was sitting in his bed, pajamas on, with yet another phone in his hands.

"Do you just have an endless supply of phones or something?" Y/N giggled a little.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he shoots back with a playful grin, "now let me tell you about the most recent gossip! You're gonna love this!"

Cater begins talking about all the recent drama he can think of, most of it just being small funny incidents to make Y/N smile. He droned on about petty celebrity squabbles, and even drama on campus, including but not limited to a few feuds between RSA and NRC students. It was always on going but it didn't matter juicy gossip is juicy gossip. He continued until he heard their faint snoring. Looking over at their sleeping form, Cater couldn’t help but smile at a job well done and laid down himself. He decided to stay on the call with them, just in case the nightmare came back again.

Ace Trappola

Y/N hesitated to call Ace, as even though he'd known them from the beginning but he had a tendency to be cruel. They didn't feel like being made fun of tonight, however they were going to take that chance anyway. They called Ace, listening and rocking back and forth awkwardly. It shockingly didn't take long for him to pick up.

"'Sup, Y/N? It's a little late to be calling you know," he huffed, as if he wasn't already sneaking around his dorm, which in all honesty he probably was.

"Yeah, sorry, I just needed someone to talk to," they sighed softly.

"yeah? Why's that?" he asked lazily, not necessarily interested or disinterested in what Y/N had to say.

"I had a really bad nightmare, I know it sounds dumb-" the red head cut them off before they could apologize again.

"Damn that really sucks! Hate when that happens, but did you have to call right now?" he whined, making them deadpan, already mildly done with his behavior.

"And you're doing something this late that I'm interrupting?" they shot back with a snarky tone.

"Pshhh yeah obviously, I gotta sneak out of the kitchen or the House Warden is gonna have my head-"

"Again."

"Exactly... Hey!"

"You know if you really cared you wouldn't be sneaking around in the first place," they smirked a little, a devious plan forming,

there was silence for a little too long before Ace spoke up again, "You're being WAY too quiet, what are you thinking?"

Y/N lets out a quiet but mischievous chuckle, "I'm going to tell Riddle you were sneaking around again."

"What no!" he sounded a panicked. Good this was exactly how Y/N wanted him.

"Then you're gonna stay on the phone with me for a while."

"Really? You'd stoop to blackmail???"

"Yup"

"You're evil," with the way his voice sounded, they could tell he was pouting about this. Soon his voice was heard again, this time equally as devious as Y/N, "how about I do you one better, I'll sneak off to your dorm?"

They were taken aback by the suggestion but didn’t hate the idea, "why not? You won't have to deal with Riddle until the morning then," they giggled.

"Hell yeah! I'll be over soon," he hangs up and began his short journey to Ramshackle.

Deuce Spade

Y/N called Deuce with some bit of hesitation, not because they were worried he'd be mean, but because they didn't want him staying up too late. He was trying to be a model student and who were they to ruin it, whether it was to their own detriment or not. They argued back and forth with themself for a while before determining that Deuce really wouldn't mind if it was to help his friend.

Deuce was very loyal to those he cared about. Y/N called him and fiddles with their cover anxiously.

"Hello?" Deuce's voice, raspy and dripping with sleep, was heard after a few rings.

"Hey, Deuce. Sorry for waking you up..." they apologized awkwardly.

"You're fine.. is something wrong? It's really late and you don't normally call me so late," he pointed out, growing more and more concerned.

"I had a nightmare.. It was really bad and I just didn't want to be alone," they explained sheepishly, more embarrassed now that they said it out loud.

"Oh crap! Those suck, once I had one where.." He paused for a moment debating on saying his thought, "Actually never mind. Do you need me to come over to Ramshackle?"

"No. I don't want you to get in trouble with Riddle, just.. stay on the phone with me for a while?"

"Yeah I can do that," he was determined to help.

"Thanks, Deuce. It really means a lot."

[bunnypansy]

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

Rated E, for EVERYONE!

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

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

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

Riddle Rosehearts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After that, Riddle swings in the opposite direction- hard

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

Riddle becomes stricter with you than anyone else in Heartslaybul 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even though he's a flustered mess 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Trey Clover

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

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

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

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

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

At first, Trey is going to baby you. 

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

Not sexy Trey :/

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

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

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

I don't think Trey would like a traditional confession

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

That's when he confesses. 

Is it particularly romantic? No

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cater Diamond

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

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

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

But it's different when it comes to you

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

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

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

Instead of communicating like a rational human

Good luck getting a confession outta this guy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[treycloverthirstclub]

cater room voice...

[michelletsw]

Hello,

I love your "The second year's replying to "I want a baby" " It was so fun and cute. And perfectly written.

If you are still taking request, could you do it with the third years? If it is too much, could you please do Leona, Vil, Malleus.

Thank you!

2nd years, 3rd years

3rd years replying to I want a baby

Here you go loves!

[it-happened-one-fic]

Lindy Hop - And to Think I'd Been Nervous - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: I'm not gonna lie. I struggled with this fic. But, in my defense, Cater is hard to write and the lindy hop is a nightmare to research. So far as I can tell, the Lindy Hop is, in some ways, an amalgamation of Swing dances with some hyper-specific dance moves. If you know anything about this dance, I would love to hear it and I hope apologize if I got anything wrong. Cater is Cater. The dance in this fic was loosely inspired by Melissa Rycroft and Tony Dovaloni’s Lindy Hop from Dancing with the Stars Season 8. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.

Type: Dance AU/ female reader/ fluff/ you can probably take this one as platonic or romantic as you prefer

Word Count: 1038

The thing with the lindy hop was that, as the follower, I didn’t stay on the ground very long at all. 

While there were time frames where I would be dancing around alongside my lead, there were also lengthy periods where I was flipped around, on, and over my partner’s entire body. Which was fine, so long as you trusted your partner.

Which was why I couldn’t help but feel a teensy bit hesitant when I was informed that one of my many partners for this class’s performances was going to be Cater.

 In some ways, I was thrilled. I had no doubts that dancing with Cater would be a blast. Add that to doing the lindy hop, which was already an energetic, fun-filled dance, and it was bound to be a giggle-filled performance. My only concern was Cater’s ability to flip me around, though….

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Cater; it was more that I was worried about his ability to pick me up, flip me around, and then sit me back down multiple times throughout a single performance without either of us ever slipping and potentially hurting both of us.

I had yet to dance with the exuberant ginger, which left me beyond antsy when it came time for choreography practice. Cater, on the other hand, was excited and ready to go from the very second he stepped in the room.

“Prefect! Are ya ready to go, my little bud?” He’d already clasped my hands in his own, his green eyes bright with irrepressible sparkles.

I bobbed my head, finding myself relaxing in the presence of the laid-back junior. At my agreement, he grinned. Bobbing his head at Crewel  as a silent signal for the teacher to start the music. 

Cater released my hands and took several paces back as the trumpets began to blast out the bouncy tune he’d chosen. 

We only stayed separate for a few beats before he bent at the waist, flipping his hand in a come-on motion that had me trotting forward, fully prepared to follow his lead, wherever it took me, since at the very least I knew Cater would never let me get hurt.

It turned out to take me over his back, to the ground, and then back up in front of him. 

We proceeded to improvise our entire dance, which, to my surprise, ended up being approved by Crewel as our choreography for our performance.

“I’m glad you included the swing-out. Lots of people forget that. But let me ask you this, pups: do you both think you can remember all that?” Crewel glanced between the two of us, obviously approving of what we’d just done but still suspicious of whether or not we could remember all of those motions. 

Cater glanced my way, his gaze questioning, and I shrugged slightly before nodding. With my approval, the third-year grinned at me before looking back towards our instructor with a small, almost playful, shrug that mimicked my earlier motions, “More or less.”

Crewel nodded, not looking terribly surprised, as he wrote something down on his paper that would serve as a schedule for our judges, “Alright then, do your best come performance time.”

And that was how I ended up on the dance floor with Cater. All but slinging myself into his grip and letting him use the momentum to flip me around all over the place.

One second I’d be in front of him, and the next I’d be rolling over his back before I was guided back around to his front  where we’d perform a swing out and progress from there. 

True to form, Cater kept me grinning the whole time. Even when we met in the middle to dance a few steps hand in hand or even enter the briefest of closed holds, I was laughing.

What made the entire experience even better was that we weren’t the only ones enjoying ourselves. After only a few seconds into the dance, we already had that crowd around us clapping along as various Heartslabyul students cheered and called out random words of encouragement.

Unlike Trey, though, Cater didn’t get embarrassed. Instead, the young man seemed to thrive in the spotlight. But, even as the ginger was playing up his motions for the sake of the crowd, his attention never left me.

His gleeful green eyes were locked with mine almost the entire dance. The only time we didn’t have eye contact was when such a thing was impossible due a motion involving a flip, spin, or exhilarating combination of the two.

The judges even got in on the fun, with Crowley and Vargas both beep-bopping along and clapping in time to the tune as we whirled past their table.

By the end of the performance, we were both out of breath and laughing. But we had enjoyed ourselves far more than I had prepared myself for, even knowing that I was going to be dancing with Cater. 

To be honest, as we turned to head over and receive his grade, I was almost sad. There was no doubt in my mind that none of my other partners would be quite as much fun as Cater had been. 

And to think I’d been nervous about lindy-hopping with him.

Cater had certainly proved me wrong.

Sam was still clapping as we walked over to the table, still hand in hand and beaming despite our heavy breathing.

“I think it’s easy to say that you passed Cater. That was one of the best and most enjoyable lindy hops I’ve seen in this entire class.”

Cater shrugged, laughing a little at the shopkeeper’s flattery before he managed to catch his breath enough to respond, “Well, what’s a lindy hop without a little fun and improvisation?”

He wrapped an arm around me, giving me a quick half-hug before we separated. It had only been a few seconds, though, before he’d turned, calling after me, “I’ll be cheering you on for the rest of your performances, Y/n! Oh, and I’ll film them and tag you when I post them to Magicam!” 

I laughed, half-amused by his determination to keep posting these dances on his beloved Magicam, even as I waved him off.

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Hugging them for the first time pt 2

Heartslabyul Dorm & Savanaclaw {some are short some arent}  {Riddle, Trey, Cater, Leona, and Ruggie)

Y/n has been at NRC for a while and she's never hugged anyone (besides grim) until today. Y/n took in a deep breath before walking out the door of the ramshackle dorm with grim on her shoulder. {ps y/n is pudgy since thats what i am)

Riddle Rosehearts: HUG!THIS!BOY! (pt2) This boy is hella touch starved (mrs. rosehearts me trey and Che'nya just want to talk with bats) ribble froze up almost as stiff as a tree before he slowly melted into y/ns arms. The warm y/n gave off made him feel safe in her hold. He stayed in her arms for a good minute before slowly backing away from her “thank you for the hug y/n but next time tell me i don't want to accidently collar you in a panic” riddle said straightening his tie y/n nodded before walking off.

Trey clover: Trey gives off the vibes that he doesn’t like to be touched so he’s one of the few y/n would ask before suddenly hugging. Trey was baking some tarts (surprise surprise) when y/n walked “afternoon y/n how are you this evening?” trey asked as he put the tray into the oven “i’m good i just had a quick question to ask you if that’s all right” y/n started as she played with the end of her shirt. Trey looked at her as he whipped his hands off “of course you can! Is someone messing with you?” trey asked in his big brother voice y/n just chuckled slightly before shaking her head no “No big brother” she started with a tease which trey smiled before waiting for her to continue with her question “i wanted to ask if i could hug you. Nothings wrong! I’m just in a hugging mood” y/n said trey was shocked before chuckling “of course!” he said with a smile holding his arms out y/n was shocked for a second before smiling and quickly ran into his arms. He smelled like pastries and his hug was nice and softly tight. “Don’t ever be afraid to ask me for a hug just make sure i’m not holding anything before the hug though” he said with a smile as he pulled away y/n nodded before running off.

Cater Diamond: To find him just go to his live and there you go he’s sitting in the garden. Once y/n got to cater he just turned off the live and the next thing cater knew someone was hugging him. Cater looked down to see y/n which made him smile brightly before hugging her back “thank you y/n i really needed that” he whispered. Before cater could pull away Y/n took out her phone and smiled as she took a picture of them still hugging. “Here you go. Don’t post it till tomorrow though” y/n said as she sent the picture to him he nodded before walking off. Cater smiled before pulling out his phone and pulling up the picture.

Leona Kingscholar: Bold of you but also hug this lion. He just getting up in botanical garden when he heard y/n coming towards him “ herbivore” he said looking at y/n as she got closer to him, a soon as her arms wrapped around him he grunted, he looked down at her before wrapping one arm over her “how bold of you herbivore to run into the arms of a carnivore. You best be prepared for it all” he voice filled with smugness “bring it lazy bones” y/n said with a smile looking up at him. Leona huffed “maybe later i’m still sleepy” as he let her go and walked away but for the rest of the day leona was in a better mood.

Ruggie Bucchi: Be warned he might try to steal your wallet or food as a joke (95% of the time). Ruggie was just leaving sams shop when y/n suddenly came up to him and hugged him. At first he thought he was getting robbed then relaxed it was y/n “what was that for? I was about to bite you! Warn me next time!” ruggie huffed with a pout y/n just laughed before putting a chocolate donut in his mouth (where did the donut come from? magic). Y/n handed ruggie the donuts before running off ruggie just smiled and shock his head he never refused free food explicitly donuts and explicitly from one of his friends.

[stormgardenscurse]

made for you - puppet au

Summary: In a steampunk-esque setting, your guardian-slash-mentor left you with one thing after their passing—a self-autonomous puppet that was designed to blend in with humans, who would protect and accompany you in your mentor’s absence.

Characters: Floyd, Ace, Cater, Lilia

Warnings: mentions of blood in Lilia's!

Floyd

Outsiders might complain about Floyd’s flippant change in moods, saying that you seemed to be the only person he doesn’t get annoyed with.

In two ways this judgment was flawed: they didn’t know he was a puppet (and so thought he was merely a scary traveling partner of yours), and he does get mad at you sometimes. Namely when you do things for others that he thinks are unnecessary, because why do you have to be the nice one and try to maintain relations with people you weren’t even close with? 

Floyd never got why you stress yourself out with things like that—and if you told him to help you with such tasks? Expect him to either turn to a game of cat and mouse (behind your back, he’s the cat and some other person is the mouse) or fulfill it with a dangerous gleam in his eyes when a stranger sees him, saying ‘don’t approach me, I’m really not in the mood’.

He rarely directs his frustration at you, though. Call it part of his design or whatever, but for the most part he’s more lax around you, slinging his arm over your shoulder or asking if you wanted to do (insert unhinged scheme) with a casual tone.

You worry about the people that he does get into fights with. Floyd doesn’t pay much attention to his inhuman strength and things can get awkward when people question it—leaving you to stand there, contemplating if you should reveal the truth.

But… while Floyd doesn’t really care for the distinction between being human and not (as long as you treat him as equals), he finds it fun when people think he’s just an unpredictable human. The looks on their faces and struggle when he tests their limits are always a sight to behold. 

Humans really are quite amusing—but of course, you’re his favorite one.

Ace

Ace has an inner conflict, one could say.

As charismatic as he can be (and by god was he a convincing actor), Ace would always, at the back of his mind, be conscious of the fact that he wasn’t human.

Nevermind the fact he’s probably more humane than some people out there, but he always has the feeling that it wasn’t enough. There’s a type of jealousy that crops up whenever he sees you interacting with people—he’s not sure if he’s jealous of the way you are, with your quirks and emotions that he idealizes despite how he claims otherwise, or if he’s jealous of the others around you.

He’d never fall sick or actually feel physical pain. He could be repaired so long as his core was salvageable, and so Ace could never be your friend in the way he might want to be. He wonders, sometimes, that in an alternate world—if he was human, would you look towards him the same way you do now? Would you still pick him within an ocean of so many, if he wasn’t a puppet crafted by your mentor?

Instead of expressing this, Ace of course directs these feelings into a personality that’s a little bratty. He’d challenge your requests at times, asking if it was an ‘order’ and only complying if you pushed back.

You’ll hear a lilt in his voice when he calls you ‘Master’ mockingly. For the most part Ace’s mean streak isn’t that bad though—he does show concern for you and is essentially a best friend that keeps you grounded. Sometimes you wonder if he actually liked being bossed around, thinking of it as a way to acknowledge the odd relationship you had. 

You don’t see him as a servant or object, but perhaps he finds some comfort in the idea that he was made for you. That way, your attachments to one-another was completely normal—you’d always pick him, right?

Cater

Cater is a puppet that lets you know his world revolves around you, if only to see the adorable expressions you make in response.

He doesn’t care for his own maintenance that much, nor about hurting himself in your defense or while doing tasks. Cater’s good at masking such things too, with long-sleeved or layered clothing to hide his mechanical injuries away. He says it’s unsightly and he’ll just fix it himself later, but you always recognise when he’s lying about how it’s ‘not that bad’. 

It makes an odd feeling ache in his chest whenever you do that, making him sit down in the privacy of your inn room so you could patch him up. There’s an unreadable look in his gaze at times like those, asking you if you saw him as someone that could actually get hurt. You said yes. Cater makes sure to remember that. 

He’s flirty most of the time, acting good-natured with others but obviously trying to charm you in particular. People tend to think you’re a couple because of that, and is it so bad if Cater kind of likes the sound of it?

He enjoys how genuine of a person you are—sure, everyone has their own thoughts and darker side that they keep to themselves, but he’s never detected falsehoods in your emotions towards him. Maybe it helps that you know he’s a puppet—why would you feel the need to guard yourself from him the same way as others? 

He likes this exclusivity he has to the different sides of you, especially since he’s a key link to your past. It’s also easier to focus his time and energy on someone else than the gloom that sometimes spreads in his system, which was surely just another mechanical flaw.

"I'm just supposed to make sure you're happy, Master~ So don’t worry about it!"

Lilia

No one would suspect that your cute companion would have a rather… uncompromising side, with it came to getting rid of nuisances that threatened your safety.

In his defense, he was kind of built to be a deadly weapon—the world is a dangerous place after all, and Lilia doesn’t mind being the one that protects you from those that may do you harm. Your mentor dabbled in areas that garnered them enemies, thus the association and knowledge you possessed was a dangerous light to greedy moths.

You never actually witness how he is in combat, though. Lilia always returns from his missions quietly, wiping the scratches and blood off of his synthetic skin. He greets you with a smile if you’re still awake at that point in the night, and you’re none-the-wiser about the expressions he can make when he gets serious on the field.

It’s night and day, the difference between how he is there versus how he is when mingling with people or with you. Lilia likes how you rely on him during your travels. He has a backlog of historical knowledge that he collected shortly after he was crafted, but nothing compares to actually being in different nations and seeing things with your own two eyes. 

He enjoys calling your name in a familiar tone and hearing you do the same. Lilia hopes to be a presence that reminds you of home, so it’s only natural that he cherishes the lighthearted and heart-to-heart conversations you have. 

Leave the bodyguard work to him; there’s a reason your mentor made a puppet for this purpose, after all. And honestly, Lilia’s quite happy with the way his life was right now. It was much richer than the endless clockwork of a workshop, and pretty things that did nothing compared to your warm words and sparkle in your eyes that was so undeniably human.

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THEY CATCH YOU READING/WATCHING SOMETHING SPICY. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Floyd, Cater, Rook + Fem!Reader. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭‎ Pt. 2, for the event!

꒰ঌ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He really wasn't in the mood to work around in the mostro lounge, but you being there somehow made it better, he could stare at that pretty face of yours all day. Lips around the straw as you sip on your drink, they would've looked prettier around his cock, eyes focused on your phone. What work are you doing that you can't even look at your lover? hmph.

He quickly snatches your phone away, pouting like a child, “Hey shrimpy, watcha readin’? Oh– fanfiction huh? Aha that's so cute.” He laughs at your cute attempts to take the phone from his hand, he's taller than you after all.

He leans into your face, “Come on shrimpy, how ‘bout we go to the storage room and have some fun, since you're askin’ for it. Bet I'm gonna make you feel even better!” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulders, walking to the storage room proudly with his shit eating grin.

꒰ঌ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He couldn't wait to go meet his lover, a cutie all to himself, he's so lucky. He even brought you some clothes to try on so he could take more pictures! definitely doesn't have 1000 pics of you. So he made his way to your dorm.

Click. You swear you can die out of embarrassment as you quickly slam your laptop shut. Looking at him nervously, “Uh..I can explain–” you stammered, sweating bullets.

“Nope, you're so naughty, Y/N, aren't you? I think I'm gonna keep the picture! Didn't know you were into filming while doing it..” He teases while waving the camera as he pushes you back on the bed so you're laying, his phone in his hand.

“Look at you, looking so cute and record, there–” His hands work to open your uniform.

꒰ঌ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 ໒꒱ — 🪦

This guy sees everything, of course he does, cause he's a hunter. You're sitting in the library, ears a deep shade of red, you keep looking around nervously, perhaps afraid that people will see what you're reading?

He sneakily goes behind you, making no sound with practised ease. Eyes scanning the text, “Mon trickster, I didn't know you were into this type of books!”

He lets out a hearty laugh as he sits beside you, his hand now resting on your thighs as his fingers tease your folds through your panties. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot, eyes narrowed.

“Now, I hope you'll keep quiet? Mon amour, you don't want anyone to find out what we're doing, right? Just like the book.”