#growing pp

[vamphorica]

mattmello week vii: nothing bad ever happened au

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Death Note (Anime & Manga)

Relationship: Matt | Mail Jeevas/Mello | Mihael Keehl

Characters: Matt | Mail Jeevas, Mello | Mihael Keehl

Additional Tags: Happy Ending, Wammy's House (Death Note), Separations, Foster Care, Gang Violence, Crimes & Criminals, Growing Up, Reunions, Kissing, Not Canon Compliant

Word Count: 3,127

Series: Part 7 of MattMello Week 2024 | @mattmelloweek

Summary: After the closure of the infamous Wammy's House in 2003, Matt and Mello navigate a life without the pressure of successorship.

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“Congratulations on making it onto the New York Times Bestseller list, Mihael! Selling fifty-thousand copies for a debut novel is practically unheard of, I guess you really must be a genius.”

Mihael was already regretting agreeing to this publicity event that his manager had arranged, a book signing that took place only a week after the debacle that was his launch party. From what he was told, everyone had loved it, but he had not signed up for these repetitive self congratulatory occasions which felt less like an excuse for him to talk about his book, and instead an opportunity for orbiters in the industry to get drunk and engage in underhanded remarks to one another. It was impressive how creative these people could be in turning a benign compliment into a boasting competition within a matter of a few words. If he was not subject to its influence, Mihael would be somewhat amused.

Now, sitting at a small table, a long queue stood before him with people holding hardback copies of his first novel to their chest in anticipation. He had written it under the letter M, but his publishers had managed to miss the memorandum that Mihael requested anonymity due to the nature of his identity, and it was excitedly disclosed that the new book taking the world by storm was written by none other than a former Wammy’s boy. It was too good of an opportunity to avoid capitalising on, and thus followed lengthy reviews in various broadsheets about how the narrative would have most certainly been informed by the trauma inflicted on a young Keehl. The reader can sense the lingering pain of the author’s tragedy through his protagonist, and it serves as a harrowing reminder of how we as a society must take responsibility for our gifted youths.

Wammy’s House closed down in 2003, after a lengthy legal battle between social services and Interpol over the actual necessity for an L successor, at risk of harming the wellbeing of the children who resided at the orphanage. After the courts ruled that the House’s practices were technically abusive, all fourteen boys and girls were quickly relocated into foster care homes across the country. It was believed at the time that many of these prodigies had been so isolated from one another within the House that there was no real concern in separating them from one another – for the most part, many were young enough to forget their aliases and grow up into well-adjusted members of society as anticipated, the pressure of successorship a burden they were no longer required to withstand.

Many, but certainly not all.

As one of the oldest, Mihael struggled to hear himself being referred to by his real name, spoken by strangers in suits who would smile widely and slowly explain to him that he would be placed in a home with many new friends waiting to meet him. Even at the time, he had little expectation that moving from one house full of orphans to another would provide any respite, other than the fact that he lost his sense of purpose almost immediately. His whole identity revolved around the need to fight for his position as L's successor, and at a time in which the detective had yet to choose between himself and Near, having his singular ambition torn away from him by people who simply didn’t understand the culture at the House broke him. He dropped out of the local state school at sixteen soon after completing his exams. Despite his results being ridiculously good, a promising future in academia often projected by his teachers, he had no interest in pursuing further education. What was the point? There was no goal anymore, his life’s purpose was completely unfulfilled.

It was only a matter of months before he had found himself caught up in gangs, selling drugs and adopting the habit of carrying a blade whenever he stalked the streets at night. During those years Mihael – or Mello, as chose to reclaim – took solace in the few quiet moments he was afforded to write in a scrappy notebook that he had managed to hold on to from Wammy’s. It was nothing special, a throwaway birthday present from a friend who he still thought about too often, but upon being caught by police for the fourth time, it was taken away from him. Without it, he had nothing left from that time in his life, and despite everything he had gone through as a child, such a thought that he could lose that part of himself sent him into a panic.

“Your writing is brilliant.” His court appointed lawyer had told him as he flicked through the pages in front of the eighteen year old, “You’re wasting yourself with all this shit, you know? Practically begging for Kira to catch up with you, is that really what you want?” He sighed, passing the notebook back to Mello who snatched it eagerly, “Listen. I’ll get you in touch with a friend I know on the condition that you stay out of trouble, got it? I know you’ve been through a fair amount of crap in your life, but it really isn't an excuse to have become involved with the people you consider acquaintances now.”

Apprehensive at first, Mello did not understand what motivation someone might have to offer such an incentive. Perhaps the publicity surrounding the Wammy’s House scandal had given those in positions of authority an unfounded obligation of charitability to extend towards these traumatised orphans. Mello was smart enough to know he ought to take an opportunity when it presented itself, as undeserved as it might be.

Within a matter of a year, he had his work published to unprecedented success.

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“Name?” Two hours had passed already and Mihael had given up with the facade of smiling at every person who emerged in front of him, ready to gush about his book, or ask questions that he had either answered several hundred times in interviews and panels. Sometimes, they were too invasive about his “terrible past”. Was he abused, beaten up, sexually assaulted? Did they torture children who failed exams? Did he meet L, and was he as evil as the tabloids made him out to be? His face ached as he scribbled ‘M’ over and over again, until the letter resembled little more to him than a wonky line of no distinct meaning or connection to himself. He kept his head lowered as another fresh copy of his book slid across the table towards him. He opened the front cover, and his pen hovered above the title page.

“Matt.”

No way. Matt was such a common name that when Mihael looked up, he expected a stranger to be staring back at him with a dopey smile and a remark about how the book really affected him. Instead, a lanky red haired teenager wearing a replica of the striped shirt he was so fond of as a child grinned, a slight colour tinting his cheeks.

“Found you, Mello.”

“Fuck, Matt… Wait, give me a moment.” Mihael scrambled up from his chair, alerting his manager who quickly appeared by his side, “I need a break – ten minutes?”

“Mihael, you still have a couple of hundred people waiting.”

“I can see that, Andrew, I need ten minutes and I will be back, okay?” In another world, he would have enjoyed the ability to order people around in such a manner, but such opportunities were rare to him in this line of work. Regardless, Andrew sighed and began telling those who had congregated to please wait for author Mihael Keehl to take a quick break. Yes, he will be more than excited to continue signing books once he has returned which, as a reminder, must be purchased from the tills over there.

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“You’re becoming quite the celebrity, aren’t you, Mihael?” Matt teased gently as he lit up a cigarette. They had managed to find a small space just behind the back of the bookstore, where Mihael silently inspected every slight change his childhood best friend had undergone in the past five years. He was taller, of course, and the manner in which he spoke was significantly more relaxed, deeper than it had been the last time they spoke. Yet he still retained the familiarity of a boy who Mihael still said a prayer for every once in a while. “I’m surprised. I expected that you would lay low. No judgement – the book is really good.”

“You read it?”

“Of course I did. I was going to buy it anyway because I wanted that fucking sexy author’s photo they published on the sleeve, but yeah, I actually read it as well. Was it inspired by the House then?”

Mihael folded his arms across his chest and averted his gaze towards his feet. There was something surreal about meeting Matt again like this. He was happy to see him, no question about it, but there was a weight in his chest he couldn’t quite shift. With Matt came memories unfolding and spilling out that he had subconsciously repressed, feelings of inadequacy and anxiety, but so too surfaced the reminders of comfort that Matt had provided in those moments.

“I suppose so.”

A silence descended between the two as Matt took a long drag, smoke unfurling from between his lips. Was this a new habit of his, or had he picked it up soon after the two were separated? Mihael had experimented with all sorts of things to try and block the feeling of perpetual emptiness in those first few months after the move, only progressing onto the harder stuff as he grew older, more weary of the world around him. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Matt developing the same bad habits. Mihael looked up.

“What do you do now, anyway?”

“Nothing exciting – IT consultancy. A few big companies like the idea of having a Wammy’s kid on their rota, but none of it is exactly complex stuff. I get my kicks from doing other shit.” Mihael was not about to interrogate Matt about what he meant by that, but he could imagine the redhead getting bored easily with something so goddamn corporate. It felt like it went against everything the two had grown up anticipating for themselves.

As if reading his mind, Matt continued, “I miss the House, in a weird way. I think while I was reading your book, I realised that, as fucked up as it was, there was a structure to it, you know? We were there for a reason.”

Mihael nodded, “Yeah, we were.”

“I missed you.”

“Same, Matt.”

It felt so natural to be back in one another’s arms again, clinging on as the world compressed to nothing but the heat and smell of each other. Mihael wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever, to make up for the lost years by exploring Matt, examining the man he had developed into so that he could adapt himself to his body once again. He kissed Matt’s neck and felt his hand rub his back in response. I’m here now.

“Mihael! We need you back now!”

“I’ll see you later, Mello, okay?” Matt gently eased himself out of the other’s grip, smiling at him, “You still need to sign my book after all. I paid a good fifteen quid for the hardback copy.”

Mihael smiled – hearing himself being called Mello felt right, even if he could never truly go back to being that boy again. He brushed his fingers through Matt’s hair, away from his goggles, and slipped through the side door back into the bookstore. He could manage a few more hours of this, he told himself.

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Matt had been moved to a small foster home in Northern Ireland, and had only settled down in London within the past year. His flat was rather large, to Mihael’s surprise, but when Matt disclosed how much money he earned from his legitimate endeavours alone, Mihael understood how he could afford living somewhere a little more spacious. It was probably just as well given how much shit he had managed to hoard.

“Make yourself at home.” Matt began busying himself with cleaning away loose wires and crisp packets hurriedly, taking Mihael back in time to their shared room at the House. He was not overly tidy himself, but kept his possessions relatively organised compared to Matt, whose clothes and consoles always had a habit of encroaching on his space anyway. At the time, he would moan about it, tossing Matt’s striped shirts back at him when he would stroll into the room. Now he was in the midst of the mess once again, Mihael suddenly did feel at home in a sense that he had not experienced for quite some time. He threw himself down on the sofa, a loud crinkling sound alerting him that the space was already occupied.

“Since when do you read newspapers?” He asked jokingly, pulling the page from beneath him. He glanced over it, and smiled, “Don’t tell me you’re fucking clipping my reviews, idiot.”

“Give me that.” Matt seized it away from him, “Well I have to frame it now that it's got Keehl’s arseprint on it, don’t I? How much would that go for on eBay?”

Mihael laughed and Matt sat down beside him, his hand tentatively resting on the other’s thigh. A small intimacy Mihael leant into. He had developed a strong disdain towards people touching him, tensing up as prospective foster parents would try to embrace him, knowing he would only be rejected yet again, or forcing himself to shake hands with men in suits who saw his writing as nothing more than a nice bonus to their massive bank balances. It was the punches, the slaps, that were Mihael’s only real opportunity to be touched in a manner he considered more genuine, from those who threatened him over drug deals and gang loyalty. Matt reminded him that people could want to place their hands on him gently, to make him feel good.

“I knew I’d find you again, eventually,” Matt said, “I was worried you wouldn't want anything to do with me, I don’t know. You were always destined for some kind of greatness, and I admired that about you.”

Mihael shook his head, “Don’t be ridiculous, Matt. You were on my mind every day, I wouldn’t have got to where I am now without you.” He tilted his face, angled just shy of Matt’s lips, “You have always been home to me.”

They kissed with the softness that lovesick teenagers engage in with one another for the first time. Mihael gently pushed Matt back sprawled atop of him while their hands ran across each other’s chests. As if there was still an inherent fear that they would be torn apart again, they traced each other to commit their features to memory. In another life, maybe their anxieties of separation would be valid, the early deaths of Wammy’s boys forever a haunting persistence in the back of their minds. Now, however, there was an experimental promise of stability. A life together that could be pursued. Whatever the headlines had made them out to be, abused prodigies whose collective trauma of their childhood would define them, they had the chance to defy it. They were a testament to their own survival.

“Call me Mello, again.”

“Mello?”

“Yeah.”

Matt hummed behind a wide smile. He cupped the blonde’s face between his hands, admiring those gorgeous blue eyes that now appeared alight with genuine promise of something better. A life worth living. They owed it to themselves to make the most of the future that presented itself to them, trusting in their ability to navigate it together. They had managed to get this far already.

“You are safe with me now, Mello.”

[spoopydeboop]

The Rise and Fall of a Midwest… *squints at notes* Symbiote???

I just know he’d love Chappell Roan.

I didn’t live the way I laid out the bubbles, so I’ll prob redo this. :]

But yeah! I watched Venom 2 recently (and then 1 again) and loved it — albeit not as much as the first. I find that I typically enjoy the original more, the sequel less, and then love the third when it comes to movies. I haven’t seen The Last Dance yet but I fear it will rip my heart out. : ‘)

I cannot stress how much I’ve always loved the idea of symbiotes and hosts and what-not — but the movie has made me appreciate Eddie Brock and Venom specifically sooo much.

Little weirdos. Absolute freaks. 🫶🏼

[marmsart]

[from the archives] every year i draw the mystery quartet for the parapines anniversary. i'm super happy there's a gf fandom resurgence right now because i'm thinking more about these guys and how happy they make me

[nattawinlove-andmygaytea]

PP Krit ✌🖐 💝🎉

[renchanters]

my dad signed our family up for the ymca so we went there to get me connected to his account and the old guy taking my info was like “do you have ID???? are you 16 yet????” pls sir my babyface is not that bad don’t do this to me

[princessfur-witness]

it's kind of interesting to me to see how many asks you're getting about eden now that they're not in PP's friend group. i'm not saying it's from them but the timing feels a little sus.

I guess? I think that they've been out of the friend group from a while, if the bluesky blocks say anything.

[bunnyboy-juice]

FRIDAY T DAY ?

[cottonvitellius-axv]

if we're being honest, pilgrim's progress would have been a better source to cite than paradise lost for the wh project, but consider: i've read pl but not pp and not even god-king donald trump with the whole supreme court behind him can make me

[gnc-tits]

going to ramble rq but i think it is so corny and useless to be like “we’re exposed to more information nowadays than ever before in human history!!!!!! this is why you need to take care of your mental health and monitor your social media use” or whatever and then give no example of how to actually do that. because yes we’re exposed to more info/news every day than our ancestors but. that isnt going to change like the internet is not going away. and if you just tell people “monitor your social media use!!!” its like. sooooooo many people take that as an excuse to put their fingers in their ears and block out anything “negative” instead of learning how to take in that information, process it, and move on with their day while carrying that information in a constructive manner. like. its a good thing that people are more aware of whats happening in the world. its a good thing and regardless it isnt going away so like you need to learn how to deal with it in a way that isnt just blocking out what you dont like or going the other way and doom scrolling to the point of giving yourself panic attacks. like you need to find a good middle ground idk

[steampunkedparm]

It's so ironic that the candle burning right now is citronella based

such a specific smell for such specific memories

sharing drinks in a place i hoped to in two years home

9 weeks of being able to faintly taste mike and orange cream

both bitter because it's not home

not-home housing an adoringly familiar face

it couldn't have gone to anyone better

i miss Home.

friday Saturday sunday off,

it feels like the universe is mocking me

friday night shower

an unknowing routine achingly familair

there is a hole

partially filled

because there is still fondess

there is still promise of tomorrows and soon to be's

but fuck.

i miss Home.

i miss sleepy sunday mornings amongst too big spiders and rocky wooden flooring

i miss the cheerful greetings and smell of dew

i miss the sticky heat that made your 3 layers stick

i miss the need to cry in the back because it's all too much too fast

inmiss the chatter

the drunks

the merriment and love

i miss the dead and the living melding between worlds with the twist of the faes hand

i miss the 4 way agreement of potatoes

i miss the sickly sweet tang of teriyaki meat

i miss the smell of my sisters perfume and the twirl of her skirts

i miss the robberies and hijinks galore

i miss the genuine fondess of neighbors next door or across the way

i miss the rainy days and ducks

i miss Home.

[bluukive]

!MDNI: JJK Men x birthdays

content - brief allusions of dad bods, explicit, what the jjk men receive on their birthday + what they give on yours, restraining, foodplay, teasing, submissive men yum, worship, exhibitionism, double penetration, roleplay, spanking, slight cuck!Nanami, somnophilia(?), it's all consensual I promise

an - for @chosos-lesbo ^^ had no idea how to incorporate dad bods into this properly so they're briefly mentioned here and there <3

Not proofread ALSO DON'T PUT FOOD NEAR YOUR PRIVATE AREAS THANKS

ᡣ𐭩 G. Satoru

recieves

LAP DANCE LAP DANCE LAP DANCE (+ strip tease hehe). You’re moving so, so sensually, flashing the skimpy lace that just happens to be the same colour as your man's eyes. Satoru’s got one hand palming his fattening length (like a real perv), a lazy but appreciative look in his eyes as you’re planting. It’s not long before he’s sprawled out so nicely for you, your hands on his heavyset thighs (which you swear have recently grown thicker). Satoru can feel you kissing down his chest, and your fingers gently raking through his happy trail (which you begged him not to remove), until you’re finally engulfing his cock into your mouth.

Alternatively, you’re bent over in bed. You can feel your face burning as he takes in the sight of your ass covered in frosting and sprinkles, and a candle nestled in your puckered hole (the thought makes me wince but I’m referencing a specific video with this and just had to include it)

gives

HE’S the one covered in whipped cream, strawberries, sprinkles. There’s a big FAT arrow drawn on his pubic bone, leading down to his cock. He contemplated sticking a candle in his pp hole I don’t think Satoru’s into sounding. There's also a cute pink bow tied around his dick, straining because of how fat his length is. It's stained with precum, the fabric dark and tempting you to unwrap him.

Satoru also makes you sit on his length when it's time to open gifts. I don't know why but it's so him. It starts off with you cockwarming him, your pussy occasionally clenching as you eye the various trinkets. In Satoru's eyes, the actual gift is the way his softening hips are rolling up into you the more presents you unwrap.

ᡣ𐭩 G. Suguru

receives

You're oiling him up. Full body massage with scented oils and your increasingly nude body on top of his. The feeling of your smaller hands gliding so lewdly all over his glistening body has him sporting an erection. He's noticed an increase in your sex drive due to the fact there's an added weight to his body. It's delicious when Suguru can both manhandle you the way he wants but also grows red with effort due to the fact that he's no longer as lithe as he used to be. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

gives

Dare I say both a collar and a leash. Suguru's always known how much you crave being on top. His idea of the perfect gift (outside of the various pieces of expensive jewellery and clothing) is giving up his control and offering his entire self for you to use on your special day. Suguru could easily push you away, even if the muscles in his body are softening the more time that passes. But he doesn't. He insists you pull at the rope attached to his collar and tug as you ride his face/cock.

I'd also pair this with a shrine/bed setup (?) that he made all by himself. It's a pretty thing, low lighting and candles, flowers and portraits of you set up in an organised manner around your shared bed. You're the centrepiece, the star of the show as he worships your entire body.

ᡣ𐭩 S. Ryomen

receives

Unlike Suguru who offers himself to you, you're the one offering yourself to your king. Sukuna's incredibly greedy, which has become incredibly obvious after the years of indulging in you. He's still massive, believe me. But those hulking muscles have both melted and increased in size. For your husband's birthday, you've given him a feast off of your own body. There's sticky honey drizzled all over your tits, which he greedily laps up. There's the finest wine bottled up beside you, which Sukuna happily pours all over your cunt before eating you out like a starved beast of a man.

gives

He fucks you on his throne. You're the only one allowed on there (apart from him, of course). If you want privacy, Sukuna will adhere to your request. If you want an audience, he's even happier to spread you out before them. You're locked in full nelson as the 'pests' below you keep their head down, taking in the sounds of your husbands twin cocks plapping away all snug and deep.

Double penetration was another request you had for your birthday. It meant your husband would spend more time prepping you, eating you out and burying his thick fingers knuckle-deep inside of you (in both holes) before stuffing you full.

ᡣ𐭩 N. Kento

recieves

Some good old roleplay, where you pretend to be his perverted assistant. You suck him off under the table in the privacy of his home office, slick noises and garbled mewls leaving your lips which were stretched around his length. You swear it's grown fatter since he became so preoccupied with work and your growing family. You slide onto his thigh also, lips inseparable as you feverishly try getting yourself off on his thigh. It's Nanami's birthday, not yours, so he's quick to correct your selfish behaviour with a belt wrapped around his heavy fist.

gives

An identical toy, completely resembling his cock. Nanami doesn't like it when you feel lonely whilst he's away. You've got complete freedom on your birthday to give your husband a show and play with the dildo. Yeah, it's not as good as the real thing, but this is how Nanami satiates the slight fantasy he has of seeing you pleasure yourself on something that wasn't him. It gives him a sense of superiority knowing that you could only truly feel good with only him.

ᡣ𐭩 T. Fushiguro

receives

A raunchy video. You've compiled all of your recorded encounters with Toji and sprinkled in some sessions where you're alone and needy without him. It'd be a waste not to watch it with him, so you do just that with both of you mutually touching each other. He's got one burly hand sliding not-so-discreetly into your underwear, whilst one of yours palms him through his boxers. Naturally, Toji suggests you recreate it. He's the birthday boy, after all, and you'd be a fool to deny the man who's been drunk off baby fever the chance to be called daddy.

gives

Wakes you up with his mouth. You said once that you wouldn't mind being woken up with a tongue flicking against your clit. Toji hadn't been able to rid himself of the thought and your birthday was the perfect opportunity to give his birthday girl exactly what she wanted. With two strong arms holding your thighs open, Toji's lapping feverishly and sucking your aching clit into his mouth. When you eventually awake and lift the blanket, you're met by the sight of your husband's cheeks hollowed, eyes so blatantly lidded as he grows more pussydrunk by the second.

[deplcythebattery]

we have so many good pictures from our killjoy shoot this summer i'm gonna create a blog just for that content :] i'm so excited to post them

[square-eggs-talking-dogs]

This is an update to a previous post. tl;dr on the previous post: My roommate/fiance and I (intersex, trans respectively, both disabled) need to flee to a safer state because of increasing fascism in our state. We have a place waiting, more affordable, more consistent work, food we will be helping to grow and preserve, etc. Long-established farm of a friend situation, not some overly ambitious and inexperienced project. It's a move that could very much save our lives. This is where I answered an anon asking about the situation.

In the past week, we have found out that our roommate, who intends to stay here for a variety of reasons, will probably need cancer treatment after all-- its been a lot of flip-flopping on the issue from her doctors. We are waiting for more information, but the general idea of "the cancer is for sure there, a problem, and will need something done about it" is clear. I am having to devote a significant amount of time to helping with the advocacy side of her situation. We are currently unsure what her future in regards to moving or, frankly, anything else might look like.

Because of that whole situation may need to raise our goal, but as it is now, we aren't really on track to move before winter as we'd hoped. That being said, the goal below is a monthly goal with getting moved by winter being the end and total goal. Progress has slowed immensely since the first week or so.

Dm me for proof or more details, or send me an ask ig. I am also vetted by @kyra45-helping-others, who does scam busting on here, and @milkweedtussocktubers has vouched for us on previous posts as an instrumental ally in this move. I have an artblog @theartistrans and a kofi where I run a casually educational newsletter and other such stuff in the tiers if you'd like a different way to support. Examples of the stuff I do on my artblog are below the cut.

PP V $C kofi GFM

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[pinkhairswagtourney]

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[sunkeji]

Finding out you're a girl 🫵🏻👯‍♀️😱⁉️

A/N: idk guys I lost my train of thought(s) so you get this. I decided to do this differently than the other ones.

C/W: mentions of bra, hinting at your pp (it's nth bad I promise), yuu is reader

Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle

Riddle, Trey, Cater

Sorry guys but the Adeuce duo can't keep a secret for shit 😭. They have good intentions I promise but their approach is questionable. You've sent them out to get more pads during one of your horrible cramps. Sam sells them to you so all they need to do is go there, get the right one and come back.

Nothing is easy with them though 😔. Currently, they're crouched on the floor in the store room having a whisper-shouting argument of what sized pads to buy you.

During their heated debate of what kind of pads to get for you, they don't hear their 3 seniors walking into the shop and have stopped an Isle away from the storage room behind them.

"I think Yuu wants the longer ones."

"nah, I think they'll fit the medium one better"

"what? What do you mean by that??"

"you know the..."

"the what???"

"don't make say it!"

After hearing the familiar voices as well as bits and pieces of their unusual conversation coming from the room, Cater opens the door.

"uh what are you guys doing?"

The Adeuce duo whip their heads back to see Cater with his hand still on the door knob, Trey with an eyebrow raised and Riddle having a suspicious look on his face with his arms crossed.

"Are you stealing?" Riddle asks with growing irritation.

The Adeuce duo freeze like deer caught in headlights, their hands still clutching two different-sized packs of pads like they were some kind of forbidden treasure(?).

Ace, ever the quick thinker (or so he thought), blurted out, "We’re not stealing! We’re just… uhh… conducting a very important research project!"

Deuce, even more panicked than Ace aggressively nods his head. "Yeah! For school!"

Riddle’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "Science. For school." His voice was flat, dripping with disbelief.

Trey, ever the peacemaker (but also unable to resist the chaos), leaned in and squinted at the pads in their hands. "Ah, I see. A comparative analysis of absorbency levels?"

Cater, barely holding in his laughter, pulled out his phone. "This is so going on Magicam. ‘Heartslabyul’s Finest: Pad Investigators.’ #NotAllHeroesWearCapes #ButTheyDoBuyPads."

Ace turning bright red. "DON’T YOU DARE—"

Deuce, in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, held up both boxes like a shield and went on a word vomit;

"Lookwe’rejusttryingtohelpYuu!Shesentustogetthesebecauseshe'sonherperiodandwedon’twannamessitup,andwhilewe'reonthetopic,Yuu'sagirlifyouhaven'tfigureditoutyet"

[Look we’re just trying to help Yuu! She sent us to get these because she's on her period and we don't wanna mess it up, and while we're on the topic, Yuu's a girl if you haven't figured it out yet]

A beat of silence.

Then Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We'd be more surprised if more people didn't know Yuu was a girl with how loud you two idiots always are. We've known since months ago when we heard you guys talking in the corridor"

Trey chimes in bringing focus back to the matter at hand; "So instead of asking which one she needed, you decided to have a covert operation in the storage room?"

Ace cross' his arms defensively. "Well, it’s embarrassing! We didn’t wanna yell it across the store!"

Trey, now fully grinning, shook his head. "Well, it's much too late for that AND Yet here you two are, whisper-shouting about pad sizes loud enough for all of Sage’s Island to hear."

Cater wipes a tear from his eye while giggling. "ugh, I can’t. I just can’t. Yuu’s gonna die when they hear about this."

Deuce groaned, slamming his head into a shelf. "We’re never gonna live this down, are we?"

Riddle, after a long, suffering pause, finally uncrossed his arms. "Just get the overnight ones. And for goodness sake, next time, write it down."

As the seniors walked away (Cater already typing at lightning speed to fill you in on what's happened), Ace and Deuce stood there, defeated, holding the correct pads at last.

Ace: "…We’re never doing Yuu a favor again."**

Deuce: "Agreed..."

Meanwhile, you're back at Ramshackle, curled up in pain, wondering why it’s taking so long to get pads and if you should’ve just asked Grim to steal some instead.

Ace & Deuce

The story starts when these 2 Knuckleheads are hanging out after class with you at the Ramshackle dorm and become curious of your belongings. While you're away, they're in your room opening drawers and looking at your things.

When they eventually get to your wardrobe, they're opening drawers haphazardly and looking at what minimal belongings you have, expecting to see normal guy clothes and hoping to find something to laugh at you about but the first thing they see is a bra. Both of them stop in their tracks and just stare at it speechless.

Deuce picks it up and stares at it while Ace's eyes grow wide and smacks it out of his hands, sending the bra flying. "Don't touch it dummy! don't you know what that is?!".

Unexpectedly, you enter the room at the exact moment your bra lands on the floor, right in front of you.

Ace immediately points at Deuce and shouts; "IT WAS DEUCE! HE'S THE PERVERT!". Deuce immediately gets red at that while shouting that he's not a pervert and then the 2 of them have started slapping and shoving each other, completely forgetting the precarious situation they were caught in.

Grim grabs your pants leg and stares from behind you. "Welp, looks like the cat's out of the bag."