#Naughiness

[ghostral]

maybe im just sleep deprived but this gave me a good laugh

[stretched1959]

Do you want me...to send you sexy photos?

Yes please

[abbysthighs]

On the way to the television station.

[official-elf-posts]

Santa once told me a story of a child he used to deliver to, who would only ever ask him for one thing, every christmas. All the other children wanted things like barbies, or toy piano, or video game, but not this child. This child had a much more persistent desire than the other children. More than anything, this child wanted one stinky penny. They wanted it more than toys, or candy. They wanted it more than a puppy dog, or good grades, or even the clothes on their back. And even more, they'd think of it all the time. When they woke up, or when they got to school. When they were on the playground, or during dinner. When they brushed their teeth, and as they went to bed. So, each year, in the midst of the holiday season, the child would go to their mother's office, take her finest piece of paper and her finest pen, sit down on the sofa, and write a letter to Santa. They would plead over and over to have their one and only christmas wish fulfilled, more determinantly and insistently each year than the last. They'd stay up all nights throughout december, writing and rewriting, editing and editing again; ever motivated to finally have something that would convince Santa to give them what theyd sought after for so long. However, despite their insistence, and their continued effort; Santa would not acquiesce. Instead, Santa gave them same bucket of nmagnet every year.

So sad... 😢

[elegantsoulgiantfish]

[bum-scum]

What nsfw prideship headcannons do you got?

Kaiba is a grower not a shower. He has a big dick.

Kaiba is very passionate in bed; raw, unfiltered emotion when having sex. He'll go rough and let out moans some nights and other times his slow and deep lovemaking makes Atem melt. He's not ashamed of how loud he can be. He wants Atem to know what pleases Atem also pleases him, too.

Kaiba is also a very kinky man. The art of BDSM fascinates Kaiba but he also loves doing it to Atem the most. Tieing him up, candle wax on the skin, ice cubes, the feeling of the leather whip touch and caressing Atems body shape. The paddle that slaps the plump cheeks and leaves a nice red mark/welt ( depends on how hard) for Kaiba to marvel and on awe at how it makes Atem feel good.

Rope, handcuffs, etc. Kaiba enjoys the dominant position role. But he also sometimes likes Atem to take charge every now and again.

Kaiba also loves choking Atem, within reason.

THE DADDY KINK! Atem calls Kaiba daddy when they have their very horny nights. Kaiba gets a kick out of it.

Neck bites/hickyes makes Kaiba weak. He loves to be marked. Each time Atem bites or sucks on his skin, Kaiba becomes a horny mess.

Atem bites or sucks on Kaiba's Adams apple. Thats his weak spot.

Atem loves to tease Kaiba with lingerie and other outfits that hugs his body perfectly for that sultry touch. Making the moves, such as bending down, "accidentally" bumping his ass or crotch to Kaiba with a "sorry, love." A hint of sweetness to flavour the deal.

Atem loves to put on a show, where may be exhibitions or out on public.

They both fuck in public when there's an opportunity. Kaiba doesn't care as long as they are not caught.

Atem is very touchy feely. He can't keep his hands off Kaiba's dick. He likes to feel it, allot.

MIRROR SEX!

Same goes with Kaiba, he will smack that plump ass or give it a pinch. It gives him the excitement of Atem's reactions each time.

Kaiba's cock is not circumcised.

I'll probs add more sometime :)

[samw3000]

The Naughty Puss

Known as the class clownI'm always goofing aroundRegularly, I can be found: Laughing at stupid students Exercising imprudence Poking jokes at our drill teacher He resembles a bald, fatphilic creatureMs.Kitty, my homeroom teacher,She's frequently mad at me - that's her husband, see.Nepotism isn't dead! - But I don't care one bit; Ms.Kitty's breath smells like an armpit.My parents are upset too - I…

[jay-joy113]

Being your favorite character sugar baby.

MND

How would it be? Would them treat you like a doll end aways pamper and put your pleasure first, or would they treat you like a little slut, making sure to ruin you before returning you home with messy make up end clothes, all sticky with swaet end cum because they cant be bothered to clean up a dumb bitch?

How would they mark you? Would they lavish you in gifts end make sure everything in your closet was brought by them and punish you when you even think about buying things yourself, or maybe a dog collar to remind you of your place, a cute little pet who needs them to take care care of. Or maybe something more.. naughy. Like forcing you to wear a butt plug on your dates, because why would think you get to control when you go to the bathroom? Silly doggy, you can only go potty at home, in his Garden like a good pet. Maybe if they activate the vibrations youll shut up a bit. Or maybe they dont let you use underwear, why would you when you know theyll just tear that thing off?

They would want to control everything in your life, there wouldn’t be room for argument. Cant take this New toy they found because its too big? Too bad, that thing will be going inside you no matter what. Cant cum anymore? Nonsense, if you can cry you can come again. They want to use your mouth end make you go to bed unsatisfied? Thats whats gonna happen. Complain end youll sleep with at least 4 toys atached to you all night, ruinnig your orgasm again end again.

Sugar baby reader who just accepts they are now a free use slut, wait did that turn you on? You really are fucked up.

Thanks for reading

[castiel-of-dean]

He is such a naughy angel sometimes 🤭

[hunnikitty]

if anyone wants to send me little naughy tasks for me to complete throughout the day ask away ^-^

kinda wanna see if i can edge all day

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 9

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 8

Read on AO3

Taglist: @littlemoondarling @desenhosdebolso @shyminnie07

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter. Maybe it could have been better but this was the best i could come up with. Also, I may be rushing some things but it's so that we get to some important plot points faster. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Haarlep had essentially dragged Elize around the House of Hope, most of the places she had seen before, but hearing them talk about each room did bring her some comfort. 

Eventually, they found themselves sitting across from one another in a random room, asking questions about each other. There was a bottle of wine between, which had been mostly consumed by the incubus. 

“So, you’re his personal incubus?” Elize asked. Haarlep nodded. “What does that mean?” She had a vague idea that these creatures needed sex to survive but she’d never imagine that Raphael would house one in his home. 

Haarlep chuckled. “It means that I do all the work while Raphael lays on his back and barks orders.”

“And why do you look like him?”

“Because Raphael only fucks Raphael, dear.”

“Oh.” Was all Elize could think to reply.  “And how did you get here? Why did you start working for him?”

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a swing from the bottle. Up until that point, he had been the one doing most of the questioning. “I was sent here by his dear father, Mephistopheles, to distract the naughy boy.” He paused. “Although, when that misadventurer, Tav, showed up with their tadpole problem, I had a hard time in doing my job.” 

Before Elize could ask further, Haarlep stopped her. “But enough about me. Did you know” Haarlep began the question “that you talk in your sleep?” 

“What!?” Elize exclaimed. “I do not talk in my sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” 

“I do not.” She sipped from the glass. 

“I saw you doing it.” Haarlep smirked. “You were mumbling something about ‘mommy’ and ‘sunsets’ and ‘nightmares’.” They said each word in a mocking tone. 

Elize’s lips formed a thin line and she used the wall behind her to help her up, visibly upset by that. “I think I should get to work.”

“Oh, come on, just when things started to get good?” Haarlep said, also standing up. 

Before they could continue arguing, a portal opened and through it, walked out a dwarf woman and a tiefling girl. 

“Korilla, Mol!” Haarlep addressed the new arrivals. ”What brings you here?”

“The master is going to receive an important guest today.” The dwarf replied. “He ordered the house to be clean. Everything has to be in order and everyone is to be on their best behavior.” She then noticed Elize behind Haarlep. “You must be the new girl. I’m Korilla Hearthflame.” She said, with a slight bow. ‘And this is Mol.” The dwarf pointed towards the child. 

“I’m Elize.” Was all she replied. 

“Now that everyone’s acquainted, it’s time to get to work.” Haarlep said and so, for hours, the four of them made sure that the House of Hope was in good condition. Elize was glad to no longer be the only one holding the broom. 

When the master of the house arrived, everyone felt it. It was as if the air stopped to greet him. 

Elize and Korilla had been tasked with waiting the table for Raphael and his guest. Both women would take turns serving the meals. Whenever it was Elize’s turn to go in, she would try to do everything as quickly as possible, avoiding eye contact. 

The guest was an elven man, with long blonde hair. Elize wondered what could he have to offer to be of such importance for the devil, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Now, she was waiting for the dwarf to return to the kitchen. 

There was a knock on the door and Elize opened it, allowing Korilla to walk out. Suddenly, she smelled something familiar.

“Is this smell coming from that?” She asked, pointing towards the opened wine bottle the dwarf was holding. 

“Yes.” Korilla replied. “It was the guest who brought it and made a point that it was served tonight.”

“May I?” Elize opened up her hand and the bottle was placed in it. She brought the wine close to her nose and took a sniff. Besides the smell of wine, she noticed a hint of berries and a subtle, woodsy and earthy scent. It was when she smelled something very sweet, that she realized. 

A memory appeared in Elize’s mind eye. She remembered her mother teaching her about different kinds of poisonous plants and how to spot them. 

She also remembered her mother laying on the floor, a drink with that smell rolling on the ground.  

Elize came back to her senses. “Korilla, did you serve this to them?” She asked in a worried tone. 

“Yes, why do you-” Before she could finish, Elize was running towards the room where the dinner was served. 

Elize ran, ignoring Korilla’s shouts, and bursted through the doors of the room. 

Raphael, who looked human, put his chalice down and got up, furious. Before he started shouting, Elize interrupted him. 

“He’s trying to poison you!” She screamed. 

“What?” Raphael replied but before he could go further, his nose began to bleed, and he almost fell on the table, coughing, a hand on his heart. He looked deadly at his guest. Before the man could try to run away, the devil snapped his fingers and the elf disintegrated. 

The spell proved itself to use too much of his remaining strength, as immediately afterwards, Raphael fell backwards. Elize ran towards the fireplace and grabbed the poker, using it to pull some coal out. At the same time, Korilla, Haarlep and Mol had arrived. 

Elize began to bark orders. “Someone get me water, a plate and paper! Quickly!” They all sprung into action. The girl took the hot pieces of coal in her hands and knelt besides Raphael. His eyes had glossed over. 

Soon, Haarlep and Mol appeared beside her with the plate and the water. She poured the water on the plate and began to mix it with the charcoal. Finally, Korilla arrived with the paper. Elize rolled up the paper, making it into a funnel and told the incubus to hold it to the devil’s mouth. 

She placed Raphael’s head on her lap, and while Haarlep held the makeshift funnel, Elize poured the coal water into the funnel. She poured a good portion of it and stopped, to see if Raphael reacted. 

Nothing, besides some spasms. She continued pouring. Eventually, the plate was empty and Raphael looked as good as dead. 

“Oh gods, please…” Elize whispered. They all looked defeated until the devil lurched forwards and vomited the coal out. 

He spent a good moment like that until he finally stopped, and just laid on his side, breathing heavily. 

Looking relieved, Elize turned to Haarlep. “Take him to his room.” She said. “We will clean this mess in the meantime.” They nodded and carried Raphael out of the room. Now that they knew the master would live, the situation dawned on Elize, and she began to shake slightly. 

After the devil and the incubus left the room, Mol got up and turned towards Elize. “How did you know to do that?!” The young girl asked. 

“My mother, she… she taught me some things.” Was all Elize replied. She got up on shaky knees and without another word, began to clean the table. 

[edidas75-ron]

Naughy Black widows

[hazbinshusk]

A question can I say something very naughy and smutty and 18+ nsfw fucky about Angel Dust or is this inapropriate? 🫣

sure thing :) this is a horny-ass blog after all lol

if I ever don't agree or something, I likely just won't post it - this is a shame free blog. (in saying that, I'm literally about to get into bed, so don't panic if I don't answer until after work tomorrow!) depends on how quick I fall asleep lol

[courtesons]

Who wants some christmas starters? Reply (or send an ask) with a 🎅 if you want a naughy starter or a 🎀 if you want a nice (fluffy) starter. Specify muses.

[xxsycamore]

—𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙐𝙜𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧!✨

► SYNOPSIS:

"Let's say I understand the idea behind this," Isaac says through gritted teeth, doing everything in his power not to throw a fit and make things worse, "DOES IT HAVE TO BE ON MY BIRTHDAY?"

▍isaac, comte, leonardo, arthur, theo, vincent, dazai, sebastian, jean, napoleon, mozart, shakespeare ▍rating: G ▍tags: Crack; Christmas Party; Birthday Party; Modern Era; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Humor; Ugly Holiday Sweaters; Blackmail; Drunkenness; Alcohol; Singing; Exes; Napo's exes; Leonardo and Comte are dating; and arthur and theo def have something going on; Minor Violence ▍wordcount:  2,784

▍masterlist

▍a/n:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ISAAC! ... also, is it really Christmas if I don't think of at least one of the disaster ikemen friend groups™ having a disastrous party? Needless to say, I had TONS of fun writing this, and I hope you might do, too ❤ Merry Christmas! Regardless if you celebrate or not, I hope this makes you laugh! ✨🎅🏻✨

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge! PROMPT: Starting with preparations way too early

This is ALSO an entry for @scummy-writes's Isaac Week 2022! Day Two: Birthday Wishes || Traditions

"Let's say I understand the idea behind this," Isaac says through gritted teeth, doing everything in his power not to throw a fit and make things worse, "DOES IT HAVE TO BE ON MY BIRTHDAY?"

Aaand so much for his attempts. It's rare of him to raise his voice, and Dazai emphases on that fact with an exaggerated scene of covering his ear. Maybe he isn't feigning being in pain. He is, surely, close enough to the screaming Isaac to get his eardrum busted. Even though being so close to him is something he did to himself.

"Not my fault that you have your birthday on Christmas day, Apple-kun. Rules are rules and we all agreed by them."

Now you decided to follow rules, Isaac thinks, still not having gulped down the fact that he's now practically tied to the clown in the room. They're stuck together in an oversized sweater which is by the way very ugly, even by his own standards. Not that he dresses up ugly or anything like that! It's just that he doesn’t mind wearing clothes that are regarded as being something that grandpas wear. At least that's what Arthur says all the time, finding more and more excuses to load his wardrobe with some of his own clothes that fit him. Speaking of Arthur, Isaac's sole reason to still be having some of his mind not lost to the absurdity of all that's happening on this Christmas-birthday party, is that Arthur is not doing any better than him. Is he a bad person for being happy about that? Probably yes. But he's currently atoning for it via this punishment, so he might as well indulge secretly in it.

The sweater in question is mimicking what those cut-outs for pictures do, by having a caricatured version of Santa and an elf in the front, Isaac and Dazai's heads respectively in the right place to complete the (cursed) picture.

Arthur and Theo are sharing a similarly ugly sweater, called the getalong Christmas sweater (much like the one currently worn by the duo Isaac + Dazai) or something like that. The design is simple yet screaming in the worst of ways; it reads "ON THE NAUGHY LIST" in comic sans, in a fashion that resembles what happens when you move a picture on Microsoft word. It's simply off-center, with a stamp of a Christmas tree barely fitting in the front of the shirt. It all might be a result of a mistake in the printing, or maybe there IS someone so vile out there designing those things on purpose.

Theo and Arthur laugh in sync at the sight of the next suffering victims of the friend group's new tradition, then stop, realize that they've been accidentally sharing an emotion for a mere second, and frown. Arthur's frown is smaller, though. He almost seemed too eager to get in the sweater with Theo earlier, though Isaac might have been imagining things. He's not so sure anymore. They've all already drank a lot.

As if by some strange miracle, neither the slutty writer nor the dumb writer are his center of annoyance tonight.

He's always regarded Mozart as someone who shares the same fate as him, having to deal with the rest of their friend group and their dumbassary.

Yet, why is he not sharing a sweater with anyone? He's never been an example of friendliness! It's so unfair. He feels betrayed.

Of course, the answer is very simple. With the amount of alcohol passed around, it was only a matter of time before someone got Mozart to drink, and the man has a nonexistent tolerance for the stuff. Instead of passing out or something like a normal person, of course he has to become a whole another person when drunk. Isaac feels bad for the possible blackmailing that can follow, with phones already drawn out and cameras capturing the rare event. On the other hand…what are they exactly going to blackmail him with? Being a good person for a change? Ooooh how very embarrassing. On a second thought, Isaac doesn't feel too bad with his cold feelings towards the musician. He might not be sharing an ugly sweater with anyone but he won't even remember it the next morning anyway!

Said musician is busy laughing and patting people on the back, enjoying everyone's company and pouring them more drinks. Which is very welcomed for the punished ones, because surely they can't coordinate themselves good enough to get the job done when even opening the bottle proves to be a difficult task when having one hand each.

"Leonardo, it seems like this idea of keeping anyone on good terms is working well. Let us have a toast about that." Comte raises his glass to his boyfriend, leaning slightly on him because of how tipsy he managed to get. Leonardo, who has crazy high tolerance on the other hand, has to remind him that he just raised a toast to him a second ago.

"Another one? Damn, ok, if you insist. You can thank me again for coming up with the getalong sweater idea."

"Excuse you?" Comte focus his gaze on the man, every trace of his previous bliss erased from his face. "It was clearly my idea, Leonardo."

"I remember that you gave me a kiss for it. I can still feel it." Leonardo smirks, confident in his version of the recent events, emphasizing on it by making kissy lips at Comte.

Comte keeps a cold gaze. He simply splashes the rest of his champagne on Leonardo.

"Hey! Now I need to change."

After some reminiscing about how tranquil his past birthdays used to be, before meeting all of those people, Isaac snaps out of his trance as he sees the hosts of the party, Leonardo and Comte, re-entering the room together, sporting an getalong sweater. Their design is even more eye-catching than the rest, mostly because it's so damn unintentional that it's hilarious. It's actually a good model, a cute pair of reindeers on the front with nothing off about their looks. But the text above seems to have suffered an awfully unfortunate lack of supervision, as evident by the typo, or typos made in it. It reads, "I'm he's," on Leonardo's tits, with an arrow to Comte, and then "He'm I's" on Comte's pecs, with an arrow to Leonardo. Isaac stops looking at their chests for the time being.

He didn't even realize they had a fight, mainly because of their already strong old-gay-couple energy and the fact that it was normal for them to have some quarrels from time to time and call them off pretty quickly. Interesting how they ended up sharing the same fate as the rest of the room.

Mozart is, once again, untouched in terms of punishment.

It's amazing that Isaac can glare at him, ignoring everything surrounding him, including Sebastian's poor attempt of putting himself on the naughty list by """accidentally""" knocking off someone's glass off the table. He proceeds excitingly repeating, "I'm a naughty little butler! I'm a naughty little butler!" followed by asking to be punished to be put in a sweater with someone else from the room. It seems like everyone could do, and poor Vincent is too much of an angel not to sacrifice himself. He lies that it was his glass that was knocked off, and in the next moment they're together in an abomination of a wool clothing. Vincent is unironically enjoying the sweater, which is depicting Edvard Munch's Scream, but with a Christmas hat on the screaming one's head. If the execution wasn't so bad, it would actually pass as an unique design.

"Ohh, it seems like it's time for the birthday boy to blow off the candles!"

Arthur's exclamation MIGHT have been just so Napoleon can stop drunk-singing already. Sorry, he's not drunk. That's what he insist, at least, but his little concert says otherwise. It's not a Christmas party without ABBA and other classics, that much everyone agrees upon, but Waterloo followed by Last Christmas I Gave you my hearttt but the very next daaay YOU GAVE IT AWAAAAY seems to be telling a story somewhere between the lines. It's a good time he was stopped before he can find an even sadder song to vent his feelings through.

It's impressive how Theo and Arthur are able to introduce the big cake into the room with one hand each, but their surprising sync is a story for another party. In an award event of Arthur trying to find his lighter in the pocket of his pants and Theo shouting something at him in the process where he touched in the wrong place, soon all the candles are lit and they all sing the so very familiar happy birthday tune.

 Isaac smiles a genuine smile and thinks of a wish. For the most of the evening, he wished Dazai would just pass out or something, so he doesn't have to deal with him anymore. Now he makes a more proper wish, and blows all the candles. Everyone starts clapping, and for a second, it turns wholesome. In the next second, Isaac feels a hand on the back of his head, shoving him down. He should've seen this happening.

*BANG*

Surely now, Isaac's face meeting the cake shouldn't make such a scary hitting sound.

That's when he remembers that he's conjoined with Dazai. Having his head pushed down would mean that Dazai was pushed down, too, meeting with the… table.

Arthur realizes that even before him, but his reaction is not the same as Isaac's. His eyes widen but then,

"Three times for good luck!"

BANG

BANG

Dazai doesn't stand back upwards this time. He might be dead, or at least has passed out.

Holy shit, I think my wish just came true, Isaac doesn't say out loud, features frozen in shock.

"Pft. Ahahaha! AHAHAHAHAHHAH"

The hearty laugher doesn't belong to Isaac, or Arthur, or anyone else in the room who hates the purple-haired freak, much to everyone's surprise. It's Mozart's. He seems to be very entertained from the show taking place in front of him, alcohol dulling his sense of what's morally right to laugh at, or maybe assuming that Dazai is playing dead. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.

This is Isaac's chance!

"Hey!" He points towards Mozart where noone dared say anything, "That's not very friendly of you!"

"Yeah."

"He has a point."

Isaac feels truly triumphal now. His birthday certainly started well, with justice coming to light, and with Dazai passed out.

Napoleon sobs from the side, moved from the scene. "I knew you'd call out evil when it happens, Isaac. That's why you're my good friend."

"Thank you, Napoleon."

"You deserve only nice things."

"Thanks, Napoleon."

"I hope noone breaks your heart EVER, Isaac."

"Uhh. Thanks?"

As his friend breaks down in real manly tears, Isaac scans over the room with a horrific realization: everyone else has a pair already. It's funny how they all ended up having to go through the getalong sweater punishment, even sweet Jean who is now in a sweater with Shakespeare. Their sweater is very, very bland, with a fuzzy string that is supposed to be a garland going from one sleeve to another, but looks more like a worm on a string attached to a random sweater. And the color is pretty ugly too. Thank god Jean's face is there to make things a little prettier. Oh, and Shakespere is there too, he guesses. But enough about these two. With all the possible candidates narrowed down to his dear friend Napoleon, Isaac feels karma weighing down on him.

Soon the crying Napoleon and the laughing Mozart are shoulder to shoulder, sporting an ugly getalong sweater. As noone predicted that many of them in use, the only one lying around is not even a christmas-themed one, brought on the pile by who-knows-who, and it has an among us illustration. Theo snaps a picture of the lovely disaster, just as he did with everyone that night, even if his camera roll is mostly taken by Vincent pics, because by his words, "he's the only one rocking it".

***

Much, much later in the night, Mozart starts feeling a familiar headache.

He hates himself for being tricked into drinking so much yet again. The person next to him who keeps wiping his tears in HIS sleeve is not helping with his overall state.

"Napoleon, that's enough. They don't deserve your tears and you know that."

Seeing that it had no effect, Mozart changes his strategy, wanting to give him a pat on the back along with what he says but then he remembers it's impossible because of the stupid sweater. How did they end up like this, anyway?

"Why don't you invite them here? Alexander loves drama, and Wellesley, well… I'm sure he'll find a way to have fun too."

Napoleon stops sobbing, letting out a weak laugh instead. "You know we can't. You remember what happened last time when we played uno."

That's true. The destructive aftermath of it was threatening the lives of many. They simply couldn't get along.

Mozart sighs, feeling his headache worsening.

"Look, let's at least throw that thing away." Having had his full of this sweater bullshit, he pulls it over his head until it hangs loosely on Napoleon. The latter gives no indication of wanting to part with it anytime soon, but that's alright, whatever makes him happy. Mozart stands up and finally gives him that encouraging pat on the back. "I'm going to get you water and some tissues, wait for me."

Well, at least he can be not an asshole. And he was going to go search for painkillers anyway.

Unsurprisingly, things don't work in his favor and he finds none in the kitchen, but in the process of searching for them he remembers the second cake. A second cake is another tradition of their friend group, seeing that many birthday parties result in somehow destroying the first one. He takes a plate and cuts a nice slice of it, bringing a small fork along.

In the corridor, he runs into the person he was searching for, for a chance.

"Hey Isaac."

The strawberry haired man stops on his tracks, visibly surprised. He holds a glass of water and what appears to be painkillers.

"Hangover too?"

"Ah, no, actually those are…for you. I figured, uh, that you might feel not so good after all that."

Mozart makes a surprised humming noise, thinking for a bit then sitting right there on the floor, leaning against the wall. It's unsanitary and pretty much against his  principles, but he's going to take a long and thorough bath when he goes home anyway. And he's afraid there is no available sitting area left where there are no weirdos.

Isaac follows suit, leaning his back on the opposite wall, handing Mozart the glass and the pills. He receives the slice of cake in return.

Before popping the pill in his mouth, Mozart nods towards the cake. "It's for you."

Isaac is surprised, almost embarrassed even. He didn’t expect that, and guilt is still heavy on his chest. He knows it must have been due to the alcohol that he held a temporary grudge against Mozart, he knows that the musician knows none of it too. But even after bringing him painkillers, he feels bad.

"You know, Wolf… I might be the reason why you ended up having to wear a getalong sweater with Napoleon. I'm sorry."

"Hmm?" Mozart mutters, finished emptying the contents of the glass. "Oh, that's fine. I'm glad it was him and not someone more annoying. Thank you."

Oh.

"You're not mad?"

"No? Why would I be. At the end of the night you're still the only one with a brain around here. Oh and hey, Happy Birthday, Isaac."

Isaac smiles, busying himself with the cake before he can do something more embarrassing, seeing that he's already blushing.

"Thank you."

"I can only imagine how it was being stuck all night with Dazai. My apologizes."

Isaac gulps down his bite, eager to say something. He also just now realizes that the cake is apple-flavored, and he's pleasantly distracted by that. As a whole, he needs to admit, his birthday actually has started very well. Sitting here on the floor eating cake in the company of Mozart, on this… a little unhinged Christmas-birthday party organized by his friends, he is thankful.

"Oh, don't worry about him. He hit his head thrice and passed out. You were there, do you remember?"

"No, I don't. Woah. That's amazing. Please tell me more about it."

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