#this is gonna sound really rude here for a sec

[impossible-rat-babies]

caveat here of how none of this really matters and it’s my opinion, but I’m kinda just. :standing-man: about how divorced m!viera are from masculinity in fandom spaces. like how they’re always referred to as “cute” and “adorable” and even the term bunboy kinda just makes me feel ick. there’s always this stereotypical box of feminine/gay man that they get shoved into—cutesy and demure and pretty. like express gender and such in your own way and find freedom in that—I’m not gonna be upset about that. it’s the overall opinion that these characters—and by extension their players—are only part of this stereotype

[mahyuume]

MY PRINCE CHARMING!

— synopsis. like all fairytales, the princess always has her prince charming. but they never really explained how that prince courted her.

pairing. 1A boys (katsuki bakugou & shoto todoroki) x princess!reader | genre. romcom, fluff | mlist

reminders! your quirk is "summon", so basically you can summon anything and anyone to your liking along with it under your control! :3 you an activate it either by saying it out loud or manifesting it in your head. (ex. manifesting a whole army and ordering them to take down the enemy is possible.)

KATSUKI BAKUGOU, who's very well known for being brash, tries asks you out with(out) aggression.

“hey princess, come over here for a sec,” bakugou calls out to you from across the classroom, reclining in his desk with his feet up.

right now, you can't tell if the nickname "princess" is just his way of being rude or if it's meant affectionately in a mean way with hidden sincerity. either way, you haven't quite gotten used to it yet. leaving uraraka and tsuyu behind, you make your way towards his desk; which feels like an eternity in his opinion.

“what's your problem, bakugou?” you retort, unintentionally sounding harsh. “what's with your attitude princess?!” he growls, “just cause you’re coming from some stupid royal family doesn't mean you can talk down to the world’s soon greatest hero.” bakugou says in your face with his stupid grin. but right now, not only is he standing a little too close for your liking, but small explosions are going off in his right palm. is he trying to have a conversation by threatening you??

kirishima interjects, sweat dropping as he attempts to defuse the tension between his best friend and the class's princess. “I'm sure she didn't mean for it to come off that way!” he looks at you, hoping for agreement. “yeah, man! you just need to chill.…” denki adds on, but his voice trails off quietly. “also, you should just spit out what you wanted to say.” He says the last part a little louder before whistling and avoiding eye contact with the hot-headed guy who swears at him.

“spit what out? a threat or—“ “yeah! a threat that I'll crush you in training today, pretty girl.”

...

"bakubro,—" before bakugou can realize his mistake, you (along with kirishima and denki) beat him to it. “did you just call me pretty?”

finally, it dawns on him. and he feels like dying when realization hits. “what? no, I didn't. I called you ugly.” “nuh-uh. you called me pretty.” “no, I didn't.” he huffs with a tongue click following, “did all the tiaras and stuff you wear brainwash you and get to your stupid head?” you giggle slightly at his reaction as he looks away, hands in his pockets, ready to walk away from the whole situation. well, he’s trying to salvage his pride. you’ll give him that.

“stop fuckin' laughing brat!” he yells, clearly embarrassment took over. “dude just tell her already!” denki groans, hands in his face as he's already frustrated with how his friend's so freakishly good at stalling a confession. “bakugou, dude... I'm just gonna hang with mina.” kirishima comments, trying to give the two of you some space alone. “yeah, same here," denki agrees while giving a sly teasing smirk to his exploding friend as they both stand up and make their way towards their pink-haired best friend.

and now, it's just the two of you. you in front of his desk, and him with his back turned to you, head down.

“uh, I don't think there's anything interesting on the floor for you to be looking that long.” you tease him, “shut up...” nice. you got him to talk. “is that all? so much for a threat.”

"go out with me."

so straightforward. “...speak up bakugou. I can't hear you!” I said... gooutwithme.” “still can't hear you~!” “I SAID GO OUT WITH ME DAMMIT!” he practically screams as small explosions go off. nervous much?

also as he screamed at you, the multiple heads of your classmates turned towards you and the boy who's most likely going to blow your head off after kissing you trying to comprehend what they just heard.

“show some respect towards your crush!” you deadpan, “shut it!”he scoffs as he finally faces you. “…is it yes or no?” the now less embarrassed or angry (you really couldn’t tell) asks quietly, surprisingly audible over all the chatter about the two of you.

“it would've been nicer if you did this properly,” you say. "wh—?!” “but sure, I accept your challenge of beating you to a pulp in training.” “…” bakugou stands there, looking at you with a mixture of confusion and a ‘what the fuck did you just say’ with slightly pink blush visible on his pale skin.

“...It's a yes, idiot.”

suddenly, he can breathe properly and releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. “stop playing around, brat,” he smiles at you as you laugh.

he was nervous over nothing, just like what his friends said.

SHOTO TODOROKI, one of the most strongest guys in your class... no, in UA, verbally expressed he was amazed with your quirk?! is he flirting with you..?

“yn, please excuse my sudden compliment, but I must say your quirk is amazing. especially with your control, it definitely suits a girl like you.” the half-n-half user tells you, straight in the face even. you think you probably– no most definitely look stupid in front of him with your flustered expression, speechless too... “o—oh! you think so?”

...you wish shigaraki could decay this whole school right now and turn you into dust.

todoroki keeps his gaze on you as a small but evident smile shows on his lips. “yes, I think so,” he says in a more softer tone. you think it's much better than his stoic voice you often hear. “is there anything i said wrong? or made you uncomfortable?” you also think about how cute he can be without trying, and you hate it.

quickly brushing off his earlier statement, he sighs and fixes his stiff posture as response. “that's good to know. I wouldn't like upsetting a princess after all.” todoroki smiles at you before turning his heel to leave. “I will be taking my leave now yn,” how nonchalant could he be? “take care. I'll see you at the dorms.”

after todoroki bid farewell, leaving his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway, you found yourself wishing he would stay a bit longer.

“wait!” you hastily exclaimed suddenly, reaching out towards him with an arm, but then stopping with a twitch. the volume of your voice higher than you intended, making you shock yourself. todoroki turns around, puzzled by your abrupt gesture. it was probably just a reflex, he thought, dismissing the sudden movement. because surely, you wouldn't want him to stay for anything else, right?

in a surprising turn of events, you sheepishly invited him for lunch or dinner after exams, revealing your want for him to stay.

“um, sorry. would you like to have lunch, maybe dinner? sometime after training and exams.”

having practically asked him out, you blushed as he smiled, agreeing and taking out his phone. “what’s this for?” you inquired, still a bit pink in the face. “well, I do need your number for our date, don't I?” the icy hot user replied with an 'obviously' look on his face.

if you weren't red before, you definitely were now; perhaps even resembling a sunburn. did he just activate his fire quirk or something? the air kept getting hotter the longer you both talked.

“oops! my apologies for that...” you muttered nervously, inputting your number into his phone, adjusting your own contact details as well. 'yn! (≧∀≦)'

SAVE CONTACT ? YES | NO > YES | NO

“cute emoji.” todoroki plainly says, with a hint of adornment in his tone as he looked at your newly saved contact name. he thinks he’ll start using those emojis often. “haha, I know right…”

giving back his phone, you offer walking back to the dorms with him.

“I would like that, as much I like being in your company.” okay. he's definitely hitting on you now. “todoroki... sorry for my sudden ask, but are you flirting with me?” you say a little quickly with a flushed face, looking the other way to avoid his gaze. as you do that, he stops walking.

noticing his presence gone and a few steps back, you look back and suddenly you see his expression as one you’ve never seen before.

“t—todoroki?” you call out to him with a tone tinged with tinged with a new found anxiety and concern due to his sudden silence. unsure if he’s flushed of getting caught or genuinely contemplating if he was or wasn’t. but one thing you were sure about was how crazy the two of you must look, standing in the middle of a hall way going back and forth on each other.

besides all this, you hurriedly apologize for catching him off guard, trying to ease any discomfort you might’ve caused (you hope you haven’t, or else you really wish the league of villains would take you the moment you leave the building.)

“ohmygod, please excuse me for just asking that out of the blue, you really don’t have to—“ “yes. I was.” “huh?” “I was actually flirting with you,” the dual colored hair boy who stands in front of you, smiling bashfully; his gaze struggling to maintain eye contact but always seems to meet yours.

“sorry, was I moving too fast?” todoroki asks you with the gently and sincere tone that you could listen to on repeat. wait, what the hell? he’s just trying to ease the tension between you.

“no!” realizing you responded too hastily, you try to regain a normal composure and talk to him; but your words fail to come out right “ah, sorry… but no! you weren’t, I was just… um…” lord, your words were really failing you. so you think of the only thing sensible to get you out of this situation,

“walk away from me!” you commanded him, and in doing so he does. involuntarily. you gotta thank your quirk for this, honestly.

“wh- wait, yn!” todoroki calls out to you in a shocked but confused tone, “turn me back, right now!” he says as his body still walks away from you, having no control over your quirk.

as you hear him ask to be released, you immediately regret your decision on using your quirk in him.“come back to me.”

after hearing your latest command, he feels grateful as his body obediently changes direction and approaches you, coming within 10 steps. now standing before you, he nervously sweats, unsure of what to do or say. meanwhile, you avert your gaze, looking down as he gazes at you. “i’m sorry I was too nervous!”you exclaim loudly as you attempt to leave, but he interrupts you before you can manage your grand escape.

“please don’t go,” he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. you stop in your tracks from the surprised by his sudden change in demeanor and how gently he reached out to your arm. looking up at you after a moment of silence, with kind eyes laced with a loving intent, he takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to speak. “what I meant was, don’t be sorry.” he smiles, “and don’t leave.”

you swear you feel a heart attack coming.

“I’m sure you’ve already known, but I just wanted to say...i think you’re amazing. and i would really like to get to know you better.” you feel your heart skip a beat as you realize his true intentions. (as if he didn’t tell you from the beginning) a smile spreads across your face as you reply, “I would like that too.” and in that moment, the nervous tension dissipates, replaced by a sense of excitement for what the future may hold.

“so what do you say,” todoroki starts again; “do you just wanna start the date tonight?” he asks, a hopeful like look casted upon his face. who could say no to a face like that? you gleem at him as the corners of his mouth curl upwards more, feeling a sense of relief.

as he stands there, now going walk with you towards the dorms, he thanks himself for getting over with his own nervousness and complimenting you.

BONUS: “y’know, I didn’t actually know i was asking for a date.” you admit to him as you lean on the kitchen counter, watching your new boyfriend trying to chop chives. “really?” he stops cutting, now looking at you with a surprised smile. “yeah, really…” you chuckle, “I thought I was just asking for you to hang out.” your dual wielder boyfriend laughs, “well I’m glad I took it the wrong way and started flirting with you.” he sighs as he resumes to cooking. “yeah. me too.” you smile at the scene unfolding in front of you.

“stop fucking flirting. it’s making me sick.” “oh shut up bakugou.”

HI GUYS!!! finally posting this after it’s been in drafts since like may I really like how this turned out especially todoroki hehehehehehehheh can u tell I really like him. but anyways, I’m thinking if I should do a part 2 with deku and uhh idk. but anyways!!!!! hope u guys like this 𝜗𝜚.

[avatar-saiki]

Mammon's First

*Inspired by Nightbringer Lesson 3-17*

Mammon/Reader, 5.3k words

Summary: NSFW, 18+ (put simply, you're the first to go down on the Great Mammon, enjoy~)

After that day…

It was hard to want to get up again.

Mammon sighed, scrolling through random apps on his D.D.D., searching but not really looking for anything in particular. Just wanted to forget… to not think… to not feel like…

Stupid.

He was so stupid.

He tossed the device aside and buried his head under the pillows.

Worthless.

No.

Worse than worthless.

If he hadn’t—

Knock knock.

“Mammon?”

He groaned and pulled the pillow tighter over his head, trying to drown out the sounds of outside. 

Just go away.

He couldn’t… find the energy…

Knock knock.

“Mammon, I know you’re in there.”

“Yeah, and I ain’t comin’ to the door,” he muttered under his breath, “so take a hint.”

The knob jiggled, but you soon found it to be locked.

“Mammon, open up.”

He lifted his head and frowned over his shoulder at the door. Were demons always this pushy or was it just you? Most the other ones he’d met didn’t give a shit, so why were you taking your job as an attendant so seriously?

“All right… fine,” you said, your footsteps finally retreating from the door.

Good.

He relaxed and laid down on his arms again, sulking. He didn’t want someone to be around him while he—

BANG!

Startled, he whirled around just in time to see the door rattle again with another massive kick.

BANG!

“If you’re not going to answer, I’ll just break the door down!”

“Wait, wait hold on!” He yelled back, falling out of bed. Demons were insane! Who the fuck tries to break down a door?! “Gimme a sec!”

He kicked a discarded shirt off to the side on his way to the door and opened it a crack, “What’re you doin’ here? I didn’t ask for a—”

“Finally,” you said, grabbing the door and pushing it even further. “What do you think you’re doing? It’s rude not to answer.”

“I—” he stared at you, perplexed. “It’s rude to bust my door down!”

You laughed and leaned against the door with a hand on your hip. “It got you to answer, didn’t it?”

This demon. This attendant. You were… so confusing.

But…

He sighed and stepped aside to let you in, “You just can’t help stickin’ your nose in other people’s business, can ya?”

“Nope~” You hummed, sauntering in with a wink. “I am your attendant after all, it’s my job.”

“I don’t think that’s what an attendant does,” he muttered, turning his back to you to click the door shut. 

“Well, it’s what this one does,” You teased, and well, you was right. You’d been the first… he didn’t even know what to call you. Friend? Was that stupid? The only demons he’d really interacted with after falling were the king, Diavolo, and Barbatos and none of the other demons really trusted them or had their own grudges. But you…

He glanced over his shoulder at you, considering.

Did you… actually care?

You smiled at him, almost like you could read his mind and he turned away again.

“Okay,” he said quietly, leaving the door unlocked for you. Even if you were just doing it for some job, you were still… “Look, I’m just gonna talk and you might just happen to hear something but it doesn’t mean anything, got it?”

“Sure,” you said, leaning back against his pool table and crossing your legs at the ankle. “Makes sense to me.”

He watched you through the corner of his eye. So… calm and unfazed, like this was no big deal to you at all. 

Maybe you didn’t have to care.

You just had to listen.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you said gently.

“I don’t even know what I wanna say,” he admitted. Or where to start.

“I just want to know what’s on your mind,” you said, and he felt his eyes sting a little.

Why?

“I… I just…” He clenched his fists, unable to look at you again. “What I did for my younger brothers… trying to tame Cerberus… I just…”

Just wanted to help.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on the door, feeling the weight grow heavier and wishing he could just sink into the floor.

“Life’s different here. I didn’t even think about what it meant to become a demon, or what the folks here would think. Or…” Or how hard it was for the others. Asmodeus was always so cheerful, but it felt less real now, like he only dabbled in the surface rather than show his genuine side. And the twins…

The twins he felt like a real failure. They both acted fine now, but they… they hadn’t…

What kind of older brother was he?

He didn’t even know what was going on until it was too late.

“I know I said we all chose to follow Lucifer here,” he said, feeling his voice thick in his throat. “I know I said we all had our reasons doing what we did, but…” He swallowed, only to feel his throat getting tighter. “The truth is… I think it was like that for the others, but…”

He couldn’t.

“Are you okay?”

He tensed, your question so soft when he felt so raw.

“Y-Yeah,” he said, stepping back from the door and tilting his head up, keeping his eyes closed. “I just… I didn’t have a special reason. No great purpose. Nothin’ like that.” He smiled at himself, such a pathetic excuse. “I just tagged along without even thinkin’.”

“Well, not everything has to be done for a reason or great purpose,” You said with a shrug, “Plenty of people do things for no reason at all.”

“Yeah…” he chanced a glance at you, “Though, if we’re bein’ honest I would’ve followed him anywhere he went, so long as it meant I got to stay with him. I didn’t even give it a second thought really,” he shrugged, walking over to you. “I knew I was going to go with him, but maybe I should’ve thought about it, y’know?”

You nodded, eyes focused on your shoes. “So you’re saying you have regrets about what happened? About being here?”

He shook his head immediately, “No. Even if I did think about that stuff, I still would’ve gone with Lucifer I know that much.”

You giggled a bit. “What’s the big deal then, if you know your choices would’ve been the same?”

“Well because—” He caught himself, then let out a frustrated sigh and shifted his weight to one leg. “Because… when it comes down to it, I’m worthless on my own. I can’t do anything right.” Just like in the Celestial Realm, he’d never been that good at taking the lead or guiding younger angels in anything. It wasn’t even until Lucifer that he got promoted at all.

“He just showed up and saved the day,” he said, feeling low again. “And I… I couldn’t even figure out how to move. I froze up… how lame is that? It’s like I… like I’m worthless on my own. I can’t do anything right.”

Your expression softened and you reached out to him, but he stepped back with a laugh.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ve always known that. But it’s like… I just got hit with a fresh reminder is all, y’know?”

Celestial Realm or the Devildom, didn’t matter. All he could ever do was screw up or completely miss when his little brothers needed him. He could never be the brother Lucifer was, could never even come close.

“Ughhhh,” he groaned, “Everything sucks.”

“Mm…” You hummed in thought, crossing your arms. “That’s interesting.”

He forced a laugh again. “Interesting? S’that what you have to say about me?” What? Too nice to just agree?

You nodded, “Well, I can’t say you’re wrong for how you feel, but…” you reached behind yourself and pulled out a folded up paper from your pocket. “I just see things differently I guess.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Just a page that came out of today’s paper,” you said, unfolding it and holding it up for him to see. The headline was written in the Devildom’s demonscript, a picture of Cerberus front and center.

“What…” He took it from you. The article read that the beast Cerberus had been tamed by seven demons, listed by name: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor. They had been accompanied by an unknown eighth demon who bore witness to the events, giving praise and remarks for all of them and their efforts.

“What… I… I don’t…”

You pushed off the table and stepped forward, tapping on the paper. “I told you I saw things differently, it’s all right there. Sure, maybe Lucifer did swoop in at the last minute but you know what?” Your eyes met his, a fierceness to them that made his heart… feel…

“You did that,” you said, reaching out to poke him in the chest for emphasis. “You were the one that made it happen.”

Tight.

“No I didn’t,” he said, pushing the paper back in your hands and walking away. “I just had a stupid idea, that’s all.”

“No, you didn’t.” You said, leaving the paper on the table to follow him. “Mammon, I don’t think you realize the impact you have.”

He laughed, “‘Cause I don’t have one, I—”

“Stop it.”

The sharpness in your tone caught him off guard and he turned again to see…

You…

Why were your eyes…

Did he upset you somehow?

“Do you really not know how special you are?” you asked, “Or how much you make people care?”

“I-I… well…” he glanced away, “Carin’ about something… isn’t really something I’m good at. Just ‘cause I do, doesn’t mean I—”

“Mammon, look at me,” you said, cupping his cheek and drawing him in. 

“Lucifer wouldn’t have bothered with Cerberus if it hadn’t been for you,” you whispered, “No one would’ve even known Cerberus actually existed if you hadn’t pursued the legend.”

“Maybe… but he wouldn’t have had to save us if I coulda done it myself,” he said with a stubborn, wry smile.

You sighed in disappointment, “You…”

Yeah, he’d heard this part plenty of times before.

“You…”

You held his cheek, tilting your face up.

Only…

You were… a lot closer than…

Than…

“W-W-Wait what’re you doing?!” he asked, stepping away and bumping into the couch, the shock knocking him backward. His arms shot out to catch himself and he looked up at you in disbelief. “D-Don’t do that! You and I almost k-k-kissed!”

You tilted your head again, gazing down at him with a subtle smile. “And would that be so wrong?”

“N-No!” He said, scooting back further as you rested a knee on the armrest.

“Do you not want to be kissed?” you asked, leaning forward with one hand on the back of the couch and the other on a cushion, effectively placing yourself over him.

“N-No, I didn’t say that,” he said, scooting further up. “You just- you just surprised me’s all.”

“Did I?” You sighed and lifted a hand to grace over his hip, “And here I’d thought my admiration was obvious.”

He shivered, your touch light as you traced small circles along his side.

“W… well yeah,” he said, trying to play it off but it tickled. “But I didn’t think ya meant it like tha-hah~” 

You held his hip and rubbed deep with your thumb, the tickles no longer dancing up his side and instead tickling further down.

“I can mean it in more than one way,” you murmured, eyes gliding down his body. “I admire so much of you, in fact.”

The way you were looking at him…

He swallowed.

“Is.. Is this a demon’s seduction?”

Your eyes flicked up to his, glittering with amusement. “Is that your way of calling me charming?”

Heat rushed to his face and he lifted his gaze up to the ceiling, your laughter making it hard to even think of what to say.

“And you’re somehow surprised I’m into you,” you murmured, settling in between his legs and holding his hips, your thumbs gently stroking. “It’s… almost cute.”

“Oi, don’t call me cute,” he huffed, lifting one of his wings to gently flap, cooling himself with a gentle breeze. You were making him too hot… it… made it hard to think…

You giggled and your hands ran up his sides, palms soft and warm against his bare skin. “Is this okay? Touching you, I mean.”

“Yeah? I don’t see why it wouldn’t b—”

“Oh, good,” you purred, letting your hands drift up higher to rest on the armrest at either side of his head, your face filling his vision. “What about being close like this?”

“I—” His breath caught in his throat, the subtle breeze doing nothing to cool now. “Y-You—”

“Your face looks so cute right now,” you murmured, eyes lidding as you leaned in closer. “So…”

So… what…?

He almost wanted to find out, your lips were… so close again…

But you stopped.

And smiled.

“Tell me… do you know what’s on my mind, Mammon?”

“I—” Flustered, his wing flapped once, kicking up enough air to tousle your hair. “I know what kissing is!”

You grinned and placed one of your hands on his chest again, “And do you… know what comes after kissing?”

Your hand was resting just over his heart, its steady rhythm growing erratic.

“Of course I do! I ain’t stupid!”

“Oh~?” You mused, “And here I thought angels were supposed to be pure~”

He scoffed, “Angels fuck, of course they do. Purity ain’t got nothin’ to do with—”

“Oh, good,” you said again, laying your body flush against him. “So you know what I want to do with you?”

“H-Hey-!” he tried to sit up, but moving meant— he could- he could feel your warmth, your belly just resting over his—

“Mm…” You rubbed yourself over him, eyes sultry and coy. “Seems like you do~”

Heat rushed to his head, making it feel light.

“Q-Quit it, you’re makin’ me—”

Mercifully, you lifted your hips to lift yourself off him, only to dip your head down and breathe down his neck.

“Making you what?” you asked, brushing your lips against his skin so light and sweet.

It… tickled.

“W-What’re you tryin’ to do?” he asked, clutching at the couch. He… couldn’t. Shouldn’t.

It had to be a trick. Some ruse. Something to mess with him, or tease him until you were done.

“Mm…” Your hum glided up his neck, a kiss pressed to the corner of his jaw. “What do you want me to do?” 

Fuck.

That one tickled A LOT.

He swallowed.

“D… Don’t tease me.”

But do it again.

“Tease?” you repeated, your warmth leaving him as you sat up. 

No-

Dammit.

“You think I’m teasing?” you asked with a slight pout, your hands resting on his sides.

“I- well… aren’t ya?” 

You said nothing, your expression unreadable. Did he offend you in some way maybe? But your hands were still on him, and you wasn’t moving off him, so—

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you.”

The way you said it like it wasn’t even a question was just—

“I-I’m not— I wouldn’t say it l-like that, I just—”

Your eyes gleamed with glee when you grinned.

“Sh-Shaddup,” he grumbled, lifting himself up on his elbows and trying to scoot more out from under you, embarrassed. “It ain’t like I dunno what you’re doin’, I just dunno h—”

Your palms ran down his sides to his thighs, expertly avoiding him while lovingly rubbing around him as they came to rest on his inner thighs.

“Mind if I’m your first?” You asked coyly, your thumbs reaching to brush against him and inadvertently stroking his balls.

Or…

Judging by that smirk, it might’ve been intentional.

He swallowed again, afraid to look down to see just how obvious your touches might be affecting him, but you sure as hell seemed to know what you were doing.

“We don’t even know each other that well.”

“Aw~ so you’re a romantic~” you teased, making him feel even more flustered.

“Shut it, I dunno if I am or not I haven’t thought about it!”

“You’re so cute,” you mused and he scowled.

“I ain’t cute. I’m a demon too y’know.”

You smirked, but nodded. “Right, of course. You’re a demon too~ one of the Seven Rulers in fact.”

“Would you quit makin’ fun—”

“Mm… Great Mammon,” you asked, holding your hands on his hips while you leaned in closer, his name so seductive on your tongue. “Would you like to know something more about demons?”

His heart started to pick up again, you were so close… so… warm. 

“Wh-What about ‘em?”

Your eyes glinted of mischief, but you let your hands slide of his sides onto the couch again as you spoke. 

“First, a demon’s charms are only meant to lure and captivate, seduction has more to do with the individual’s charisma rather than some spell.”

“O-Oh…” Not what he expected, but… good to know?

“Second,” you leaned in closer, your lips a breath from his. “Have you heard of succubi and incubi?”

He couldn’t find it in him to speak, only nodding instead and wondering what your lips would feel like.

“Other realms seem to confuse the terms, but…” your bottom lip brushed against his, soft and light. “What they actually mean is rather simple… you see…” you drew back, gazing into his eyes, “A succubus draws out your pleasure while an incubus derives pleasure from you.”

Pleasure.

You’d said it so simply, so nonchalantly, but the word sent shivers down his spine.

He wanted…

Pleasure.

“I’d love to be both for you some day,” you continued, letting the words caress the corner of his jaw. “If you’d have me~”

He wheezed out a low laugh, “But there’s plenty of others that’re stronger or smarter than me…”

“Doesn’t matter,” you murmured, kissing his neck. “I want you.”

He laughed again, “But you know I’m not—”

A sharp pinch caught his breath in his throat and he moaned.

You bit him!

“H-Hey what was that for?”

“I admire you, Mammon. You’re the one I want, and you can’t change my mind,” you said, sitting back again. “But I understand if you don’t want me back, that’s okay.”

He reached up to hold his neck; even if you were being sincere you had to enjoy messing with him with how much you were making his head spin.

Somehow, though, it seemed like you might be aware of that because you sat back again with a small, less sassy smile. “Do you mind if I show you what I mean? Just a little?”

“Why’re you actin’ like I’m gonna say no?” He asked softly, your eyes lighting up again. “I… I mean I ain’t sayin’ yes either, but… but I’m not sayin’ no…”

“So you’re interested?” You murmured, trailing your fingertips across the hem of his pants, tickling him again. “Tempted, even?”

“M… Maybe…” he admitted softly, eyes transfixed by the way your fingers dipped just under only to drift away, like you knew just how much to tease to leave him wanting.

“Maybe…” you repeated quietly, reaching for his buckle. “What if I showed you a glimpse of my admiration? Would you be interested in that?”

He swallowed, lips parted as he watched you undo his belt and unbutton the clasp, his pants loosening a little but still so restricting.

“I’ll stop at any time,” you continued, unzipping his fly. “I’ll leave too, just say the word.”

His heart started racing and he began to fan himself, the compression so freeing once it’d been lifted. Watching you gently tug his pants down his hips, even… lifting them a bit to help you…

“What… what’re you gonna do?” he asked, afraid speaking might make you stop before he found out.

You hummed in thought, walking your fingers up his leg. “Mm~ well, it looks like I may have excited you a little, haven’t I?”

His wing fluttered in response, the heat of you teasing never far away.

“It’d be rude of me to just leave you…” you continued, your hand reaching the top of his thigh again as your palm ghosted over the front of him. Not touching, but hovering.

He groaned under his breath.

“If you’d like… I could… take care of you.”

He breathed out a laugh, “Take care of me? How? You mean like—”

You palmed over his cock, stroking its length through his boxers while he tipped his head back with a groan. Your giggles teased him again, but he hardly cared, your touch was so soft.

“You’ve never been touched by someone else, have you?”

“Shut it,” he muttered, and you hummed again.

“I’m not teasing, honestly~” Your fingers hooked around his waistband and pulled them down, exposing his cock to the air.

“W-Wait—” He sat up again, embarrassed. “It’s not—”

“Look at you,” you whispered, eyes… hungry. “You’re so hard already.”

Flustered, he could only look at the way you looked at him, his cock standing tall under your gaze, pre-cum already weeping from the tip.

He turned away. “Can ya blame me? All that attention… it ain’t like I can h- help i-i-”

Your hand was so warm around him, palm cupped around the base with your fingers gently holding his girth.

“I’m flattered,” you murmured, your other hand slipping into his boxers to cup his balls so soft. “It’s like a compliment, you know? To turn someone on like this~”

“H-H-hh…” He chanced a glance down and fuuuuhhhck…. Seeing you hold him was way hotter than he expected it to be.

“Is this okay?” you asked, giving him a single, gentle stroke while your voice took an oddly innocent lilt. “It doesn’t hurt does it?”

He wheezed out another laugh, “I think you know damn well it doesn’t hurt.”

You grinned. “Yes~ but it’s your first time, I don’t want you too nervous to enjoy yourself.”

“I ain’t nervous! I just—”

You stroked again, stealing a moan from his lips.

“Just what?” you asked, grinning up at him coyly again and waiting for his answer.

“M… More…” he said under his breath, “Could you… do that more?”

Your eyes glittered and you nodded, stroking him gently while your palm fondled his balls with care.

It…

It was…

He relaxed, letting himself lay back in the couch while you touched him. Sure, he’d done it with himself loads of times, but… with your touch it… felt…

“More,” he whispered only to moan as the strokes picked up their pace.

“Ohh fuck do more,” he moaned louder, eyes rolling back as blood rushed to his groin. You’d started so gentle, working him harder until his cock stood strong, pulsing hot in your hand.

So good.

You were so good.

More…

He gripped at the couch and bit his lip.

“M—”

Before he could even finish something wet touched his tip and he gasped out in ecstasy.

“Wha—”

He lifted his head only to see your eyes alight with glee as your tongue circled his head, sending signals shooting through his cock and tingling deep within his gut.

“Wh… what’re you—?”

As if you’d let him finish.

He groaned, a soft and wet warmth surrounding him as you took him into your mouth, your strokes slowing only to send him spiraling as your tongue continued to swirl, savoring him like he was a delicious treat to suckle.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned, feeling weak but unable to look away as more of him disappeared beyond those lips.

Your eyes closed and you pressed the flat of your tongue just under the head, humming contentedly in a way that tickled so fucking nice—

“F-Fuhh—” he whined, wing starting to flex out again, hands clinging to the couch.

Too good.

You were too good.

“M-More- please I—”

Warmth answered his request, the tightness of your throat stealing his breath.

“Oh… fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

“Hey, Mammon you feeling okay? Lol you sound like you’re dying and I just—”

The door opened suddenly and he froze just as you popped off his dick so fast he could almost cry.

Levi stalled at the door, staring at the two of them with a look of absolute shock. Then his face started to turn a deep shade of red. “Wh-What’re you two doing?! You were supposed to tell him it’s his turn to feed Cerberus!”

“Oh yeah,” you hummed, still holding him without shame and even giving him another little stroke. “I knew I forgot something.”

“M-Mammon, WTF!”

“He’ll be down in a minute, do you mind closing the door?”

The door slammed so fast, Mammon still had to process what just happened.

“I- Wait- Levi- I-It’s not what it looks like!”

You laughed and gave him a gentle squeeze, smirking up at him. “Poor guy, he should’ve knocked first, huh?”

Flustered, he looked down at you. “An’ what about you? What’re you doing?”

You blinked, then raised a brow. “Same thing I was doing earlier?”

“I- but he just-”

He couldn’t even make sense of it, but your eyes glittered again as you stroked him gently. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, but—”

You smiled and kissed his length, letting go of his sack to guide him to lay down again, lovingly rubbing across his abdomen. 

“Just relax… it’s harder to cum if you’re tense.”

“B…but…”

You gazed at him, keeping eye contact while pressing the flat of your tongue against him and slowly dragging it down the side of his cock from tip to base, then up again nice and slow.

“F… fuuuck…” he whispered, and you smiled.

“Maybe some other time…” you said, kissing along the head with a gentle suckle, “right now’s all about you.”

“Y… you really wanna make me cum?”

You nodded, kissing down his cock once more. “Very much so, yes.”

Damn, he could get used to watching you all day…

The thought sent shivers down his spine.

“Okay…” he laid back again, “Just try n’ be quick, I dunno if he might say somethin’ to the o-ah~others—”

And quick you were, that sinful tongue returning to dance around his head, so soft and wet. It circled around, teasing him as it glided over such sensitive skin, only to taunt him further with the heat of your breath with every pulsing twitch.

That tongue…

He had no idea that a tongue could feel so…

“So… good…” he moaned, tentatively reaching down to touch you. That was okay, right? You had his dick in his mouth, surely it’d be okay if he…

“Mm…” you hummed, taking his hand and rewarding him with another pleased stroke. “Mhm~”

“Y… You…” he murmured, “Could you… a little faster?”

Just a little more, he just needed a little more, that’s all.

That couldn’t be asking too much, right?

You hummed again and placed his hand on your head for… some reason, then took hold of him in both hands once more.

Ah…

To stroke him faster…

Smart.

He gave you a tentative smile, only to realize you had other plans a moment too late.

He should’ve known.

That fierceness in your eyes.

That tightness of your throat as you swallowed him whole.

“O-Oh fuck!” He gasped out, pleasure plunging so deep in his gut only to rise up with his hips as his cock disappeared down your throat.

“S-Sorr-”

Your eyes rolled back in your own ecstasy, moan vibrating around him in such an erotic way he almost did it again.

“Was that…”

He hesitated, your eyes glassy and lustful.

“Did you… like that?”

Your only response was an attempt to swallow around him, your tongue pressed flat against his dick as you lifted your head back and took him down again.

He shivered, clutching at your hair.

“I… don’t wanna hurt ya,” he whispered, earning himself a muffled chuckle.

“But I…”

You closed your eyes and began to bob, working him with both hands while saliva began to pool over your knuckles.

You really were enjoying him like he was some special treat!

“F… fuck—” he grit his teeth, trying to keep himself calm but it felt so fucking good, his hips began to move of their own accord. 

And when you moaned again…

“Fuck,” he whispered, tipping his head back and thrusting up into this… this feeling. This ecstasy. This…

“So… warm…” he moaned, finding the perfect spot to rub himself against your tongue. “Ohh… fuck… it’s so… warm.”

Your bobs slowed, but your hands held him steady, letting him fuck your mouth without worry. Just…  

Pleasure.

“More,” he whispered, bracing himself on the couch as best he could, lifting his  hips up higher to chase ecstasy. “Oh fuck~ yes… more.”

More.

So hot.

So wet.

So warm.

Your muffled moans and spurts only added to his ecstasy, reminding him of the mere fact you were sucking him off.

“M’gonna cum,” he murmured, clutching at your hair, “M’gonna cum so hard…”

Whether it was meant in warning or a silent request, he couldn’t say but when your head dipped lower he knew—

“F-Fuck—” he gasped out, then groaned as he felt pressure give, relief pouring into your mouth in a way that left his head spinning. Even as he came, he couldn’t help rocking his hips, chasing the high until it ebbed away, only then did he settle back against the couch, still holding you nice and close.

Cumming… in something… so warm… was…

“Mm,” you grunted, motioning to sit up and he snatched his hand back.

“Shit- Sorry, I… I  didn’t mean…”

Fuck.

That was probably rude, right?

He should’ve asked if that was okay.

You merely hummed again, lifting yourself slowly until just the head remained enclosed in those luscious lips, swallowing again before sitting back with a pleased grin.

“What’re you sorry for?” You said, “I got exactly what I wanted~”

Flustered, he just stared at you, speechless. You… you just…

“Did you have fun?”

“Y… Yeah…”

“Mm~ good, I did too,” you teased, moving to lean in closer. “And you know what?”

“Wh… what?” he asked dazedly, unable to look away from your lips until you kissed him, his taste still on his tongue.

“I rather enjoy being your succbus~” you purred as you leaned back, that coy smile returning yet again. “But if you’re ever interested, I think I’d enjoy being your incubus too.”

“Wh… what…? Like, right now?”

You laughed and shook your head, standing up to stretch. “Oh no, not now~ I think you’ve been through enough today and we have to feed Cerberus, don’t we?”

Have to feed…

“Oh shit, Levi.”

He stood up and pulled up his pants, fussing with his belt while you giggled again and walked away toward the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

“Wait just a sec, I’ll go with ya.”

“Nah, you take care of Cerberus, I’ll handle the otaku,” you said, turning on your heel. “Oh, and Mammon?”

He finally got his belt back on and gave himself a quick once over, hoping it wasn’t too obvious what had just transpired. “What?” he asked once he was satisfied.

You winked at him, “Thanks for letting me be your first~ you taste delicious.”

His face heated so fast, he could only sputter as you laughed and stepped out into the hall. The door clicked shut behind you and he stood there in his room, stunned.

Then he looked down at himself and cupped a hand over his junk, the other reaching up to touch his lips, your kiss still lingering there.

“Th…thanks,” he mumbled after you, grateful you was already gone and couldn’t hear him. “It… felt good…”

[0heartangel0]

Pt 2: Alice Hiragi's High-School And Earning Trust

Okay, let's fast-forward a bit to after the thieves successfully infiltrate Alice's castle, but can't get inside her birdcage due to this invisible door being in the way. Touching it reveals a voice taunting and being rude to Alice. The voice sounds like it belongs to a high-school girl. With the help of Sophia, they conclude that in order get rid of this door, they have to find the place linked to where these voices came from. They realize that it's a school, so go back to the real world in search for the high-school Alice Hiiragi used to go to.

However, Futaba, despite being the tech-wiz, can't seem to find any info regarding her high-school, almost as if someone intentionally wiped it off the face of the web.

Oh, no! How on Earth are they gonna get out of this one? If only there was some random guy working for the government, who just so happened to have the very information they're looking for, just strolling around here, willing to give up said information!

Well, look who it is! The thieves are once again up in arms about Zenkichi’s mere presence, with Yusuke even calling him a "shady detective." The funniest bit about that is that the part of the title that bothers Zenkichi is the "detective" part, and seemingly missed the shady part, until last minute:

(Bizarre how just last night, he would be all smug about being called shady in an optional dialogue, but now, he's very worried about coming across as such. Weird.)

He's here to offer information regarding where Alice Hiragi went to high-school - the exact information you need right now at this convenient moment!

Wait a sec-

What the actual-

But that doesn't even answer my question!

Oh.

Well. Okay then. He wins that one, I ain't gonna argue.

Anyway, since any info on Alice prior to her career is seemingly non-existent, seems only reasonable to happily take some off the hands of an equally reasonable PubSec offic-

Oof. Well, that didn't go so well.

Haru reminds Zenkichi once again of her least favorite kinds of people (him), which gets him to realize out-loud that if he's gonna get anywhere with them, he's gotta earn their trust. And with that, he reveals that she was their "senpai" (except for Yusuke. We needed that cleared up, apparently). As soon as he drops this info, he giddily tells them:

Except, they don't?

He gave them the information with no strings attached. In fact, he was able to even drop them information because he realized he needed to earn their trust, since they never wanted his info due to being a shady cop.

And yet, he makes it so they just miraculously owe him now that he has given them his very useful intel that he worked so hard to retrieve! And wait a second-

According to an optional line of dialogue, it's implied that he only *just* found out about the high-school thing that they needed so desperately. He even offers to go back to HQ to retrieve the information they might need on her. But, he somehow already knows which school she went to, off the cuff. How? How is that the first thing that sticks to your mind upon looking at her file? We know he has been at least looking into her, especially considering he approached them with the whole Alice interview, but everything? Is he just really good at memorizing things and/or is he really just that thorough with his investigating? I should probably stop there, or we'd be here all day.

The scene concludes with the thieves realizing the police seem to also be suspicious of Alice, considering he already had info on her (so I AM right, but still doesn't answer why he just remembered such an odd and seemingly irrelevant piece of info on her), and that they might have to reluctantly trust Zenkichi in what he says (even though they really shouldn't).

We don't see Zenkichi again, till a blink-and-you'll miss-it moment during the Shibuya calling card, where he's seen among the crowd watching the whole thing unfold. We get a few close-up shots of him, but one that stood out was the final shot, where we only get a side profile of his face below the eyes, showing him smirking:

my theory is that it's him realizing that his plan is working. I mentioned this "plan" before in the first part, but never specified it. All I'll say for now, is that he's gonna get the thieves to finally accept his deal, whether they want to, or not.

This will be further elaborated in part 3, where all is revealed!

Pt. 1

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

[lilmissnatcat24]

WIP Wednesday

thank you @westernlarch for the tag!

I couldn't post my most recent snippet because it was literally the biggest spoiler of all time so I wrote down a lil something something after that scene so please enjoy garrus and solana sibling time:

[Solana Vakarian]: Hey Gar. 

[Sol]: Hello??? 

[Sol]: Are you there? I know you’re awake and getting these. 

[Garrus Vakarian]: What do you want? 

[Sol]: Do you want to tell me WHY I found out from mom, who found out from dad, who found out from fucking VERNARI PALLIN of all people that you’re dating your human coworker? 

[Garrus]: I don’t want to talk about it. 

[Sol]: Sheesh, trouble in paradise already? What, did she finally come to her senses? She realize you never leave the toilet seat down? That you spend hours with your stupid weapon mods and guns? Or was it that she finally discovered that you’re actually a massive douche? 

[Garrus]: Do you only text me when you’re in the mood to insult me, or was there a point to this all? 

[Sol]: No, actually. Despite your sick, convoluted ideal of me, I actually was going to say that I was happy for you. Spirits fucking know that you waited long enough to finally tie someone down. 

[Garrus]: Hm. 

[Sol]: What’s her name anyways? 

[Garrus]: Delia. 

[Sol]: Kind’ve sounds turian, like she could be from a colony. 

[Garrus]: But everyone just calls her Shepard. That’s her last name. 

[Sol]: So? What’s she like? Is she nice? 

[Garrus]: Honestly, not really. 

[Sol]: HA, good. Someone needs to humble you, and that can’t be me all the time. There’s only like a two hour overlap where we’re both awake. 

[Garrus]: She’s very human. She’s individualistic. She doesn’t care about what others think of her. She’s actually pretty funny, in a rude sort of way. But she’s also really caring, kind’ve like mom. 

[Sol]: Mom really wants to meet her. 

[Garrus]: Does she now? 

[Sol]: She’s chirping in her bed, all of the nurses know. She downloaded a bunch of human vids to watch all day long. I watch them too sometimes. They’re actually pretty good, most of them are really violent with guns and blood and shit like that. There was this one she watched like three times the other day about a boat sinking, and each time she cried. 

[Garrus]: Yeah, that sounds like mom. 

[Sol]: Dad’s really excited, too. Obviously, he won’t say that out loud. I saw this datapad he was reading the other day about how it’s important to cook meat all the way through for humans like he’s gonna make her a dinner or something. I think he misses all of the food that he could get on the Citadel. He’s always liked humans, I think he’s happy you found one in C-Sec. He thinks she can set you on the straight and narrow path. 

[Garrus]: Then I think dad might be disappointed when he meets her. 

[Sol]: So you’re going to fly her out here, meet the family? 

[Garrus]: Yeah, I don’t know about that just yet. 

[Sol]: Come on. I want a sister-in-law, only dealing with you for the past twenty-five years is boring as shit. 

[Garrus]: Later, maybe. Things with work are really stressful right now. 

[Sol]: Yeah, and it has been for the past three years you haven’t been home. 

[Garrus]: That’s not fair, Sol. 

[Sol]: No, it isn’t. And you know what hasn’t been fair? Not seeing you since you left the military and since mom moved to hospice care.When’s the last time you even called her? Asked how she was doing? She misses you, and she doesn’t have too much time left, so whatever you’re doing, you better do it quickly before it’s too late. 

…

[Sol]: Whatever. Sorry. I don’t know. 

[Garrus]: Yeah, me too. 

[Sol]: Anyways, I hope you treat this human well. Maybe she can vidchat with mom or something soon. 

[Garrus]: We’ll see about that. 

[Sol]: What are you so afraid of? Is she super ugly or something? 

[Garrus]: No, she’s pretty. Really, really pretty. 

[Sol]: BLARG. 

[Garrus]: What was that? 

[Sol]: Sorry about that, I just vomited. 

[Garrus]: Rude. You asked. 

[Sol]: If that’s how you want to remember it, fine by me. 

I'm not going to tag anyone, you can use this as a sign to post a snippet!!!!!!!!!!

[yuki254]

Steal you💔

Kelly Severide x GF Reader

Prompt: Kelly and reader get in huge argument because the reader can see what Stella (no hate towards her she's my fav) is trying to do but Kelly doesn't believe her

⚠ Warnings : yelling, cursing, possibly break up

Hope you like it Also reader is a firefighter at 51 she's on truck

I hate arguing with Kelly but I had to tell him what's going on hoping he would open his eyes about the situation let me take you back before this whole ordeal happened. I woke up before Kelly so I decided to be a good girlfriend and get up and make him and Matt some breakfast before our shift started so I got out the bed real slow so I didn't wake him up got dressed headed to the kitchen and started cooking started the coffee also, I was almost done then I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

Jezz you scared me babe I turned off the stove then turned around and smiled gave him a kiss good morning sleepy head.

Good morning beautiful also why didn't you wake me I could've helped you with breakfast Kelly told me.

I wanted you to sleep a little bit we all had a long day yesterday and before you say anything about I fell asleep way before you and Matt.

I know but you deserve all the beauty sleep you can get my love he smiled and started kissing me before it could heated Matt walked in.

Good .... that is not what I want to see in the mornings before I eat also thank you for breakfast and letting me sleep in a little.

See Matt appreciates it I laugh a little while Kelly rolled his eyes and gave me quick peck before we all started eating then Matt and Kelly got ready so we all could head to work.

Once we arrived to 51 we said hi to everyone and went our separate ways I went to talk to Sylvie but before I went to talk to her I see Stella heading toward Kelly. Which is weird because I was just with him not to long ago and she didn't come up to us to say hi I headed towards the lounge room and sat next to Sylvie.

Hey Sylvie how are you doing today also what's the deal with Stella.

Hey Y/N I'm doing alright also what are you talking about what did Stella do to you.

That's good nothing really but she hasn't said hi to me or anything I know Stella and aren't really friends and all but I like to be friends with her but she won't give the time of day like she does Kelly not trying to sound jealous or anything but am I wrong.

No I see it too but also don't read into that much don't want to cause unnecessary drama over it do you but also just keep a close eye on her.

Your right thanks Brett your the best why would I do without my best friend love you.

No problem Y/N you'll probably would loose your mind without me lol oh he Matt what can we help you with.

Hey girls, Y/N can I steal my girl from you for a sec I promise to bring her right back thanks bye

Before I could say anything he took her away from me I heard Herrmann laugh I turned to him and stuck my tongue out at him then got up and went to find Kelly but before I could do so a call came in Ambo 61 , squad 3 ,truck 81 engine 51 duplex fire it must be bad if they called all of us in

We came back to the house all worn I went to put up my stuff then I saw Stella rubbing Kelly's arm and getting closer to him so went over to them

Hey is everything okay over here I looked between them two and Stella still had her hand on his arm and smirked

Yea babe everything is alright Stella was just making sure I'm okay it was a tough call.

Yea Y/N you should be over here comforting him instead of walking off like that Stella said.

I was heading over I was just putting up my stuff if you must know Stella but thanks I got it from here so you can move along I said rudely to her

Ugh no need to be rude Y/N I was just being a good friend unlike you his girlfriend

She walked off but before she left she whispered in my ear I'm gonna steal him from you before you can even realize it happened then walked off.

Before I could say anything Kelly cut me off by dragging me away towards his quarters shut the door and locked it

What the he'll what's that Y/N you didn't have to be rude to Stella she was just checking up on me because of what happened

Ugh I know I'm sorry I just got a little mad of how she told me off like that I was gonna come see how you were I was just putting my stuff up but you know she didn't have to be that close to you just so you know

Y/N she making sure I was okay that last call wasn't a good one no reason to be jealous or anything

Oh so you're defending her now and I'm not being jealous of anything also friends don't rub on your arms like that and smirk she knows what she's doing and she trying to get under my skin and turn you against me

What are you talking about she is just a good friend maybe if you didn't let your insecurities get the best of you then maybe you wouldn't be overreacting about this Kelly said angrily.

Are fucking kidding me my insecurities have nothing to do with this she's trying to spit us because she likes you Kelly and if you can't fucking see that then your blind come talk to me when you see the truth Also I'm gonna stay with Brett I don't think I can stay with you after this whole thing

Y/N I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to come out like that please come home after the shift ends before he can finish what he was going to say the bells went off I took it as my chance to leave before I could start crying.

We came back from the call and I got an earful from chief Boden I almost got hurt from being distracted about the fight with Kelly. Our shift has ended and Kelly was waiting on me

I told you I'm going to Brett's place I can't go with you not after our argument I don't think I can deal with this now so I think we should take a break Kells.

Are you serious baby I'm sorry please don't do this I love you too much and shouldn't have said all those things I didn't mean too I was just to heated that's all but please don't do this Kelly said begging me to stay and go with him I just couldn't.

I'm sorry babe my minds be made up I'll get my stuff later I gave him last kiss before walking off to Brett's car and leaving with her with tears running down my face I hope he can see the truth before it's to late.....

Pt. 2 coming later but I hope you enjoy this and leave a comment give me your opinion

[starlightshadowsworld]

Danganronpa 3: Despair arc episode 5.

Thonks.

Into a flashback of kid Ryota being bullied by some kids.

Having rubbish tipped onto him as they call him dirty and taking photos.

Kids are scary man.

Poor Ryota.

And his parents suck, and he copes by watching cartoons.

This got way to relatable.

Cool seeing his set up and such but man he's so stressed which... yeah, shout out to all the artists and animators out there.

Ya'll are great.

Back to Chisa heading to the Reserve Course.

Aaand we don't see it, it's skipped over of course.

I get that it's her punishment and it's a downgrade from her usual class which she loves.

And I know kids can be asshole's.

But I just hate that teaching these kids is considered a punishment.

These kids are looked down upon by everyone at the main school, it's just sad seeing that everyone really was against them.

Hammering the point that any one of those kids could've become Izuru Kamakura.

And for teaching them Chisa was treated awfully for it.

It's werid seeing Juzo calmly talk to someone.

Chisa's heard about the Kamakura project, I think it's too late though.

This sounds werid but I'm kinda glad they're not gonna be able to save Hajime.

Because can you imagine if they got him out and saved him?

The Reserve Course would probably be shut down or something especially knowing where the funds for it were going.

Hajime would be more depressed than ever, and these guys are not the people to give the "You're more than a talent speech."

Unless it's Chiaki than its a whole other story.

But than they'd be seperated and Hajime is back to square one.

... Fuck is the good ending for Hajime bring tortured so bad he literally becomes someone else?

I mean it does get better, hopefully if the end of Danganronpa 2 is any sign.

But man that's sad.

Did not need to re-live Juzo beating Hajime.

Ohh so they covered up Hajime being involved by saying he's been expelled.

Clever.

And looking like Jin Kirigiri wasn't involved, as they say the other staff on the board run the school.

Idk if its better or worse he wasn't involved.

Because either way he's enabling it.

I really like the idea of him being in on it, but than regretting it.

Much like the Director, case of history repeating itself.

And that guilt playing into his actions in the first game.

And partly why he kept Kyoko at arms length, he didn't want her getting caught up into this.

But also knew if Kyoko was near him she would snuff out the project easily.

It's okay if he's not, just makes him both a bad headmaster and a bad father.

"Make sure you're students don't make the news again."

Oh you're in for a rude awakening.

But Nagito's gone missing.

Suspicious.

And we get a shot of the applications of the 78th class.

Hell yeah.

And Jin looking at Kyoko's. Incase we forgot she's his daughter.

... Chisa why would you want to be Munakata's anything nevermind beloved?

Sworn enemy maybe, but beloved?

Aww the class having a celebration for her that's so sweet.

And Chiaki planned it, and she's been holding the class together.

Love that for her.

Fuyuhiko pretending he doesn't care but he does.

Man I missed these guys, even though it hasn't been long at all.

Hiyoko got taller, holyshit.

Gundam and Sonia giving a toast in true Gundam fashion might just be the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

Ryota saying he has no time for friendship.

I get your busy man but you can't stop friendship.

It will find you, you will be friended.

And yes that is a threat.

... Wait a sec... That wasn't Ryota, that's Imposter?!

Twogami my boy! I was wondering where he was.

Awh he's been covering for and looking after Ryota.

That's so sweet.

"This show can't end till its characters get a redemption."

I hope so.

"People can flake you out but carbs are always there."

Same ol Twogami.

He's not wrong though.

A plane and a fancy car.

..... SHE'S HERE.

And she put a bomb in her purse, or her purse was a bomb.

Either way that limo is gone, heh unintentional rhymes.

Junko Enoshima has entered the building.

As fabulous as ever.

And of course she's narrating her own life and insulting Mukuro at the same time.

I like how Mukuro's voice is almost monotone, balancing out Junko's more loud upbeat voice.

Junko's narration including the tragedy, so she had this shit planned from the get go.

This afternoon in fact.

Man imagine joining secondary school like what are your goals?

Oh I'm gonna destroy the whole world.

Can't even call her overconfident because she did it.

Mukuro being... Infatuated? With Junko doesn't suprise me, mainly cos I've seen that clip of them in the limo before.

Without context.

But even than makes sense, they may be the despair sisters but Junko has always been the mastermind behind the whole operation.

And for Mukuro to go through and do this shit for Junko, yeah she's gotta care for her a lot.

... Maybe too much...

The fact they both talk while Junko casually tries to kill Mukuro, I guess that's how they bond.

Because if they wanted to, they could kill the other.

The only one who would and succeeded was Junko.

"What an affect my bloody corpse would have on her."

Honestly, yeah I think it would. Junko wouldn't have killed her if it didn't give her despair.

Love that Mukuro didn't even know about them going to Hope's Peak.

Once again Junko is the brains of the operation.

Love the friendship between Ryota and Twogami.

And it makes sense why Ryota is so focused and why he spends all his time on his talent.

It's all he had growing up he has to make it.

Has to.

Annnd Ryota passed out.

Poor guy.

Twogami, my dude there are better and easier ways to get someone to help you.

Rather than just grabbing Mikan and dragging her away.

Poor Mikan.

So Twogami realised he was struggling and got him to stay with him.

That's sweet.

Probably wasn't the best idea given it enabled him to overwork himself so much.

But still sweet.

I'm sad we don't get to know his name but I guess that's the point.

I like to think if he had one, Ryota knew it.

... AHHHH MAKOTO!!!

My boyyy!!

I didn't think we'd see him in the despair arc, or at least this early but here we are.

Oh Makoto, look at how happy and not traumatised he is.

Savour this moment.

His little pep talk to himself.

Annnd Junko's here narrating about her plan and drawing Monokuma.

Imagine telling her the random kid before her is the one who's gonna defeat her.

"Who knows maybe fate will drop someone into my lap."

Oh it will... And there he is.

Hi Hajime.

And incase we didn't know if already, Juzo's verbal and physical best down of Hajime was the final nail in the coffin and why he agreed to do the project.

Fuck you Juzo.

"You'll be fine."

... No... No he won't.

[royal1asset-if]

Christmas Celebration

Isang Maligayang Pasko Mga Kapatid( A Merry Christmas My Brethrens)

Hello, I want to wish everyone a very nice day and more nice days to come.

So in celebration I decided to write this skit :).

Also, I'm inviting other IF authors to this kind of silly skit( If you want to of course :)

Me: Alright gang, Merry Christmas ( Cheerful)

Luna: What now Author?( Annoyed 😠😠😠)

Elric: Haha Luna, stop being a killjoy ( Bumping Luna's shoulder)

Serena: Yeah Looney livin up a little( Smirking at Luna)

Luna: I swear I'm gonna kill the both of you someday( Smiling in anticipation)

Amelia: You mean you will kill them with kindness, right Luna?( Hoping)

Conrad: No Amelia, Luna means that she will literally and deliberately murder those two!(Pointing at Elric and Serena)

Dustin: Alright can we stop and calm for a sec( Placating everyone)

Me: Dustin is right everybody and to spice things up, I even invited 3 more guess to our party.( Giving the signal)

The door opened Leon and Leona came in.

Leon: (Whistle 😙😙) So this is where the 6 of you run off too.( Smirking 😏😏😏)

Leona: I do say this is a nice place( Sounding Impressed)

Me: Thank you for the praise Leona( Nodding my head at her).

Leon: Hahaha, Leona complimenting looks like it's a Christmas miracle ( Laughing and slapping his leg.)

Elric joined in Leon's laughter but a single glare from Leona shuts him up.

Leon: So anyways, I have to say I'm a bit heartbroken when I had that you guys have these cool ask and readers wanting to know about you guys( Looking hurt)

Leona: Oh shut up Leon, stop being a drama queen( Chastising Leon)

Conrad: Author didn't you say there were 3 guest, why there is only 2.( Gesturing to Leon and Leona)

On cue Hendrick came inside.

Leon: Always leave it up to you to make an dramatic entrance, huh Hendrick( Slapping Hendrick's back)

Hendrick: You know me Leon, old habits die hard.( Chuckling)

At the sight everyone kneeled down on the presence of the king( With the exception of me of course)

Everyone: Your Majesty.

Hendrick: Now now everyone, Hendrick is just fine and I'm here as a friend not a king.( Assuring everyone)

Dustin: Even so your majesty, I have a duty to be respectful to you ( Becoming so knightly 😑😑😑)

Hendrick: Is that so?, Very well as your king I command you to call me Hendrick and postpone all formalities till the end of Christmas (Authritive)

Serena: Well you heard Hendrick( She says rising up and everyone follow suit)

Hendrick: So Author what is the reason you have gathered us here?( Curious?

Me: Well Hendrick, I want us to celebrate and I want you everyone to say your Christmas advices to our readers who is reading this( Gesturing to you guys 😉😉😉)

Luna: I will go first, when lock in a snowball fight do not let your enemy have tha advantage and if you can sabotage their supply line do it, do not give them mercy and bathe in their blood( Scary)

Serena: Me next, ny advice to you is that if you want a kiss everytime, put mistletoes in every corner of your house but expect it to backfire cuz you will be kissing everyone.( Winking)

Elric: My turn, Remember ladies and lads, it's not the place that really matters but it's the company that really counts, what good is villa if you have no one to celebrate with( Huh? that's nice advice actually)

Amelia: For me, I want you to share your blessing with those who are unfortunate ( A goody two shoes)

Dustin: Well for me, always be responsible and obedient to our parents and elders.( As expected)

Conrad: Just do whatever you want to do, I have no idea what oneself does in christmas( Conrad being Conrad 😑😑😑)

Leon: This is fun, live your life to the fullest kiddos and remember always play safe( Hmmm 🤔🤔🤔 what does he means by that?)

Leona: Obey the rules of your parents and don't be an insolent child( Well that's kinda rude)

Hendrick: Just have fun everyone and thank your parents for everything they have done to you( Waving at you readers)

Me:Well that's outta way, let's get this party started (🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉)

I snapped my fingers and a bouncy castle appeared.

Conrad: What dark magic is this?( Standing and approaching the bouncy caslte like it's some demon 😈😈😈)

Me: That my dear Conrad is the magic of fun( Snapping my fingers and teleporting him inside the caslte)

Conrad: SOMEONE OR SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING I'M BEING DIGEST BY THIS ABOMINATION ( Screaming in horror and bouncing inside)

Serena: That looks fun( Started running towards the bouncy castle.)

Me: Oh I almost forgot( Getting an ask paper, who I made it secretly 🤫🤫🤫) Hendrick I have an ask for you.

Hendrick: Alright let's hear it( Interested)

Me: Do you have feelings for Leona?, you can answer with a yes and no( Crossing my legs)

Leona: HOW DARE YOU ADDRESS THE KING THAT WAY( Ahhhh defending her love, how 🎂🎂🎂)

Hendrick: It's alright Leona( Calming Leona)

Me: Oh addendum, if the Hendrick didn't say anything other than the 2 choice that are mentioned the. It's an automatic yes( The perfect trap 🪤🪤🪤)

Hendrick didn't say anything and remained silent 😶😶😶

Leona: Wha----WHATTTTT( Mouth open and blushing)

Leon: I fucking knew it, I'm gonna be an uncle someday( getting on his knees and worshipping something)

Leona: Is it true?( Clarifying for answers)

Hendrick didn't say word with a snap of my fingers a mistletoe appeared above their heads.

Serena: OH SHIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT IS A MISTLETOE ( jumping up and down)

Leon: Hendrick you know the sacred rules of the mistletoe and it's unbecoming of a king of you disobey this rules( Coaxing Hendrick)

Hendrick: I suppose you're right Leon(Standing up and taking Leona's hands) Leona may I have the honor of kissing you?( My plan is in motion)

Leona: This can't be happening( In denial)

Leon: FOR FACK SAKE MAN JUST KISS MY SISTER ALREADY( Getting frantic now)

Hendrick started leaning close to Leona and Leona's eyes closed, puckering her lips.

Leon: Getting closer( An inch till touchdown)

Everyone started leaning close in anticipation.

Me well l, let's not ruin that part so folks sorry but I gotta end it right here.( Error broadcast ended)

[1-800-got-junk]

Jackass boys as the front bottoms songs (and scenarios)

included: Johnny, Ryan, Bam, Pontius, & Steve-o

——

johnny: peace sign

“You remind me of a song

Got it on an old cassette

Sounded like an angel singing

About a pain in her chest”

idk why but the opening lines of this song remind me of him SO HARD. i feel like it’s something he would think about you if maybe you were a part of the cast and you’re kinda a dirt-ball like the rest of them LMAOO,, it’s kinda a running joke that you’re gonna be single forever because of how insane you act. you’re the EPITOME of a jackass, somehow worse than all of them combined. but he’s totally whipped for you and just feels like you’re the most beautiful and interesting person in the world (he’s def to scared to admit it though because let’s be honest, you’re very intimidating) 🫶 he’s like staring at you with heart eyes while you’re laughing your ass off, nursing a bloody nose because you totally ate shit on a stunt that was in no way possible to stick. but you still fucked it up in a way that no one even thought was feasible because of how stupid it was. he thinks that your gravely laugh (it’s more of a cough at this point), courtesy of last nights craze that you don’t even remember, is like god let him listen in to the sounds at the gates of heaven.

ryan: everyone but you

“I hate everyone but you

Everyone but you

I fell in love

‘cause no one saw me the way you did”

do i even need to explain this.? we ALLLL know ryan is the mf king of pretending to be all annoyed and brooding. in reality this man is a teddy bear. even though he’s a total faker, it’s basically like he hates everyone compared to how much he LOVES you. he’s like deeply, madly, truly head over heals for you. one day you visit him while filming and he does absolutely no stunts because he can’t be pried away from you. the next day he gets stuck with bottom of the barrel, bonus cut stunts but he doesn’t even care because he got to spend time with you. i also feel like he’s the type to confide his partner like no one else, y’know? like if you’re in a relationship with him trust is the #1 thing and it takes him a sec to get 100% totally comfortable with you, but once he finally does it’s like you can see into each other’s souls and you have a really unique connection. 🥲

bam: lonely eyes

“You’ve got me stuck to where I’m sitting

Looking at your eyes

Then I know I’m so pathetic

I wouldn’t move to save my life”

~

“And if you need a little sunshine

You can borrow some of mine”

(i feel like this one might be a bit of a stretch, but it’s also the first one that came to me and i can’t shake it LMAO)

i imagine the scenario being that you’re a part of the cast, maybe a sound girl or something more “corporate” like a risk analysis for insurance and you just feel really out of place with all the guys. you’re kinda anxious and keep to yourself. you just try to do your job and everyone leaves you be, not in a rude way but in a “she seems totally freaked out being here and we should probably not mess with her so she doesn’t quit on us” bam can’t stand that though. he goes totally against what everyone tells him and starts talking to you all the time, you’re mysterious to him and he wants to know more. after a while he comes to realize that you’re 10x cooler than him and now he is stuck to you like glue. he’s always trying make you laugh by doing stupid shit and messing with all of the guys just to entertain you, hoping his bullshit will make him as interesting to you as you are to him. everyone is super confused because he’s so sweet to you instead of being his usual d-bag self, and you haven’t ran out yet. he’s just super patient and caring towards you and you’re the only one who can leave him speechless just by being around <33333

pontius: vacation town

(let’s pretend that this is a happy song, sung in the present tense instead of it being a song looking back on a relationship, ‘kay?)

“I miss the hours in the morning

And you in the morning hours

I miss walking, naked

Through the backyard to get to the outdoor shower”

i feel like this is another one that doesn’t really need an explanation. these lines just SCREAM pontius to me. you guys have been dating forever and are just attached at the hip. two totally codependent dumbasses fueling each other’s stupidity for all time. you come with him to all the different locations for wildboyz mostly just hanging back at where ever you’re staying, occasionally coming with when they film if you find it particularly interesting, but staying off camera and to the side. after a long day of being away, you and chris just totally knock out when you get back to where you’re staying. for some reason chris wakes up super early before you as the sun is rising and is just breathless looking at you. you’re curled around his arm, hair all over your pillow and face, drool smeared all over your cheek. to any one else you’d look a hot mess but something about the way the sun is hitting your face making your skin almost glow has pontius totally entranced like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again… bye i love him

steve-o: jim bogart

“I would stop doing all those things the doctor tells me not to do

But I don't think he understands, I do all of these things for you”

LITERALLY THE WHOLE REASON I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS POST. this song reminds me SO FUCKING HARD of all the jackass boys. like literally you could listen to this song with any of them in mind and it would work, but i feel like this line is specifically STEVE-O, STEVE-O, STEVE-O. you can’t argue me on this. it’s actually him to a fucking t. like he literally started doing stunts because he wanted his ex girlfriend to worry about him LMAOOO. everything he does is for you. he lives and breathes FOR YOU. every stunt he performs he thinks, “would they like this?” “would they thing this is funny?” “dude i bet they’re gonna think this stunt is so sick”. he does the absolute gnarliest shit just because he knows it will entertain you. it’s not like you want him to be in danger for your entertainment, absolutely not. but if he’s gonna do dumb shit you’d rather be present for it and get a laugh than be worried sick after getting a call from johnny explaining that he’s in the hospital again. you’d be more than content to tie him up in bubble wrap and never let him risk even a stubbed toe ever again, but you know if he’s not preforming a stunt for you he’s doing it for the rest of the crew. or a fan. or some random dude he found on the street. so you might as well come along for the ride and endure all the dirty looks from the nurses and doctors after steve-o explains that he cracked a rib because he knew the stunt leading up to it would make you smile :)

a/n: okay idk why but i’m actually really proud of this LMAOOO,,, also idk if there’s even an audience for this but inspiration hit and im not about to let it go to waste HAHHAHAH

ALSO, also if all the different colored text is annoying im sorry LMAO let me know if it’s distracting so i can change it in the future, i just like it but it’s not really important to me if it’s annoying

[aticklish]

GIVE US LER KING DICE!!!!!!!!!

As you wish… 😈😈 enjoy!

BRING ME THOSE CONTRACTS, PRONTO!

“Finally!” Cuphead exclaimed, grinning as he held up the soul contract of the Phantom Express. “We did it, Mugman!”

The younger was panting, breathing heavily as he nodded with a breathless smile. “Yeah… but what happens now?” His smile faded. “All the names are crossed off the list… should we really give the Devil these contracts?”

“We don’t have a choice,” Cuphead replied matter-of-factly, giving his brother a light shove. “Our time’s almost up. We have to hurry.”

Mugman, with a worried expression, followed Cuphead reluctantly. Soon enough, they reached the casino once more, but the Devil was nowhere to be seen.

Mugman’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. “Uh… should we just leave the contracts here, or…?”

“I’ll take ‘em from here, boys.”

The brothers whirled around to see King Dice smirking down at them. Mugman gasped sharply, but Cuphead remained calm, even allowing a smile to spread across his face.

“Where’s the Devil?” he asked semi-calmly, raising an eyebrow. “We want to give them to him directly.”

Dice let out an amused chuckle. “Oh, ‘cause you don’t trust his right-hand man? C’mon, cupfaces, gimme them contracts.” He made a grab for them, but Cuphead quickly stepped back.

“No.”

Dice crossed his arms. “No?”

“No,” Cuphead repeated, staying strong although Mugman was trembling beside him. “Never!”

“Hm…” Dice tapped his chin thoughtfully, looking down at the boys. “Just as I suspected. Hi-de-ho! This’ll be fun!” He clapped his hands, then in one swift motion, scooped up both Cuphead and Mugman into his arms.

The latter shrieked, squirming in the king’s grip. “Hey! Hey! Wait a sec—“

“Too late, Mugboy.” Dice quite rudely tossed Cuphead aside and into a cage, snapping his fingers to lock it effortlessly. “Now, Cupface, you’ve made it this far with Mugboy, haven’t ya? How ya gonna cope with watchin’ him bein’ tortured, unable to do anything ‘bout it?”

Mugman’s face turned white. “T-t-tortured?”

“Let him go!” Cuphead shouted angrily, pounding on the bars.

It was no use. Dice’s cage was far too strong for Cuphead to escape. The king grinned down at Mugman, lifting up his left arm with one hand and tickling his armpit with the other.

Instantly, Mugman yelped, squirming as he tried to free himself from King Dice’s tormenting fingers. He burst into laughter right away, unable to hold it back.

“M-Mihihihister!” Mugman spluttered, trying desperately to pull his arm down with no luck. Dice was far too strong. “Stohohop ihihihihit!”

“Mm, but why?” Dice taunted, a smirk coming across his face. “Ya ain’t seein’ the boss just yet. I’m gonna have ma fun wit’ you first… aw, what a ticklish li’l mug y’are!”

Mugman was in hysterics at this point. King Dice’s hands were driving him insane, but he should’ve known it would get even worse. The Devil’s right-hand man soon moved his skillful fingers down to Mugman’s ultra-sensitive belly, causing the blue mug to shriek and kick his legs out instinctively, almost hitting Dice in the chest and only missing by a millimeter.

“DIHIHIHIHICE!” Mugman cried out, tears streaming from his face as he tried to escape without making any progress. “STAHAHAHAHAP!”

“HEY!” Cuphead finally spoke up from where he’d been trapped this whole time. “I’m the one with the contracts!”

The king turned around, his fingers slowing to a stop, causing a loud gasp of relief to sound from the blue mug. “Ya want in on this, Cupface?” He grinned, letting Mugman go and shoving him to the side. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” With a snap of his fingers, the cage door swung open.

Cuphead’s eyes went wide with anxiousness for a split second before narrowing again. He didn’t want to lose his confidence — not yet. Protectively, he stepped in front of his brother, crossing his arms as he looked up at Dice. “Bring it on.” He flicked his pointer finger up at the king, causing a string of bullets to fly from it.

King Dice was taken by surprise, but he managed to dodge the shots. An annoyed scoff escaped his lips. “So that’s how you’ve been beatin’ everyone, hm? Thanks for showin’ me your magic, but there’s only room for one magician here.” With a snap of his fingers, Cuphead and Mugman’s gloves had disappeared.

Shocked, the cups stared at each other in horror before their gazes moved back up to the king, who was chuckling lightly. “What now, boys? You’re gonna have to gimme the contracts sooner or later… preferably sooner.” He scooped up Cuphead, casually beginning to tickle him all over, still acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “Or did you want me to get the boss? I’m sure he’d be tickled to see the two of you!”

Cuphead had tried to hold back his laughter, but the genuine yelp of surprise from being picked up and tickled had made that impossible. His laugh was loud and boisterous as he tried to shove the king’s hands away.

It was no use. As soon as King Dice’s fingers scribbled underneath Cuphead’s armpit, it was all over. A shriek left the red cup’s mouth as he lost his grip on the contracts, which fell to the floor.

Instantly, Dice tossed Cuphead aside, scooping up the papers with a wide grin. “See? Told ya I’d get ‘em.” He winked, backing away from the boys as he held the contracts close to his chest. “Ya put up a good fight, I’ll give ya that. Oh!” With another snap of his fingers, he pulled the two pairs of gloves out of his pockets. “Here ya go. Don’t tell the boss.” He chuckled, then turned around with a casual wave, walking away.

Cuphead, panting, immediately grabbed his gloves, putting them on as quickly as he could. But it was too late — Dice was gone. A groan left his mouth.

“This is all my fault…”

“Yeah! It always has been!” Mugman agreed instantly, crossing his arms. For a moment, he looked annoyed, but ended up simply sighing again. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

TO BE CONTINUED…?

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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📹 — :; “face-to-face” GQ interview

-> inspired by the “face-to-face, A$AP rocky answers 18 from rihanna | GQ interview”, except i make the questions a little more personal because i don’t think anyone cares what gojo’s ‘fav curse word is’

-> ft :; gojo satoru

-> interview writing layout heavily inspired by @rintaroll

y/n: hey GQ! i’m here to do face-to-face with my co worker, gojo!

gojo: coworker? is that all i am to you?

y/n: be grateful i even acknowledged you.

gojo: you wound me.

y/n: yet you’re still smiling.

gojo flashes a playful frown to the camera as y/n roll their eyes before pulling out a stack on cards.

y/n: so first question, what’s the hardest part about working with me?

gojo: everything.

y/n: i’m serious.

gojo: and so am i, you make it hard for me to work with you because we never get anything done.

y/n: don’t make it sound like it’s my fault! we never get anything done because you get too distracted and drag me into it!

gojo: maybe you should discipline me more...

he teases and sends you a wink to which you dismiss quickly.

y/n: you’re a grown man, you shouldn’t need me to discipline you.

gojo: what if i want you to?

y/n: would you just answer the question seriously or i’ll really start to think you don’t think we work well together!

gojo: okay, i was kidding... you’re actually a pretty good teammate when we’re sent on missions together, i have fun with you... maybe a little too much fun...

y/n: don’t give them the wrong idea we’re nothing like that!

you cringe at him as he laughs before the camera cuts moving onto the next question

y/n: okay, second question, answer seriously from now on, got it?

gojo: anything for you~

y/n: you disgust me... anyway, how well would you say you take care of yourself?

gojo: you mean like... self care wise?

y/n: yeah, like self care!

gojo: hmm well, i’d say i take care of myself pretty well, after all, pampered men are attractive men right?

y/n: i mean sure, i think it’s attractive when a man takes care of himself but if that mans you... maybe not so much.

gojo: you don’t mean that! you must be somewhat attracted to me.

y/n: can’t say i am no.

gojo: lying is a sin you know.

y/n: you’re totally straying away from my initial question.

you groan and face the camera and gojo tilts his head and laughs.

gojo: sorry, well, i’d say i clearly look after myself very well which should be to your liking.

y/n: you’ll never be to my liking, but it’s nice to hear you take care of yourself well and that you’re not just an annoying man, but rather an annoying but hygienic man.

gojo: you’re so horrible to m-

the camera cuts as you start laughing and gojo starts whining.

y/n: we’re getting through these quickly now let’s keep it that way.

gojo: you know, we’d be half done by now if you stopped insulting me every chance you get.

y/n: i’m the quizzer, you’re the answerer, you answer when spoken to.

gojo turns to face the grinning camera crew behind the cameras on set.

gojo: now do you see what i have to put up with! i’m a victim i’m telling you!

camera man: no no, keep it up, you guys have nice chemistry

y/n: chemistry? not to be rude but you must’ve failed science, the only clear dialogue between us is practically conversation between an adult and child.

the camera crew laugh and gojo feigns offence before you clear your throat and look at the next card.

y/n: anyways, when was the first time you were majorly recognised as ‘famous’?

gojo: ah, a long time ago i need to think, give me a sec.

you pretend to yawn as gojo thinks about his answer before smiling at you.

gojo: my second year i think. that’s when i really started getting noticed for my talent.

y/n: practically a star since birth i see, how do you do it?

gojo laughs at your sarcasm as you grin back, evenly matched banter between the two of you flowing on set.

gojo: i’m handsome and gifted, i was made for this kinda life, it all comes naturally to me.

y/n: you know what doesn’t come naturally to you though?

gojo: hm?

y/n: that dress sense.

gojo: what’s wrong with my outfit?

y/n: bland, basic, and the way you chose itadori’s uniform was just straight up ugly!

gojo: he liked it!

y/n: the poor boy probably didn’t have the heart to express his disgust to your face.

gojo: well, until he does i’m gonna believe he likes it and my dress sense is more than up to standard.

y/n: if that’s what helps you sleep at night i guess...

the camera cuts with the two of you playfully bickering with each other, any previous speculation of hostility now gone as it’s clear for watchers to see just how your dynamic together works.

y/n: question four! what’s the first thing you notice in a person?

gojo: in general or when analysing to an extent?

y/n: in generals fine.

gojo: hm i would say looks, but i don’t wanna look too shallow on camera.

y/n: they would’ve just recorded you saying that. don’t be shocked if you’re trending on twitter later for it.

gojo: it’s fine, as long as i’m trending who cares what it’s about.

y/n: i can see the headlines already... ‘gojo satoru, top sorcerer, favoured teacher at jujutsu high and big narcissist’

you smile smugly at the man as he laughs along with you with the camera crew from behind.

gojo: yeah yeah whatever you say, but if i had to answer honestly, i’d say what energy they give off. i don’t let it bother me too much, but i’d say i’m pretty good at judging what someone’s like based off of what energy they’re giving out.

y/n: i’m shocked, that’s a pretty good answer... for you anyway.

gojo: i try my best for you.

y/n: mhm sure, keep that attitude next time we’re working together and maybe we’ll finish jobs quicker.

gojo snickers and smiles gently at you, his direction is no longer faced towards the camera, but rather solely directed at you as you clear your throat.

y/n: yeah anyway, good answer. that might just get you uncancelled.

gojo: i haven’t even been cancelled yet don’t speak it into existence!

y/n: i’ll ‘try my best for you’

you’re both smiling softly at each other after you mock one of gojo’s previous replies, there’s no speech cut off as a comfortable silence rests for a moment as the scene cuts.

y/n: okay, i want genuine answers only.

gojo: that’s what i’ve been giving you from the start!

you jokingly narrow your eyes at him before looking down at the next card.

y/n: well okay then, so, what was the first thing you noticed about me when we first met?

gojo: unusually bold question from you.

y/n: just shut up and answer, i was recommended to ask this.

gojo: sure, sure.

y/n: would you please just answer so we can get this over with?

gojo sighs dramatically and sits up properly and nods.

gojo: naturally, for anyone else i would say energy but for you, ah, i think it was your pretty face.

y/n: shut up, i said genuine answers only.

gojo: i am being genuine! aren’t i allowed to call you pretty?

y/n: you aren’t allowed to answer falsely, serious answers please.

gojo: you make me sound like i’m down bad, honestly, you’re very attractive to me, your energy was just a bonus, i’m serious, stop doubting yourself so much.

he smiles your way, not playfully nor forced, it’s a soft and genuine smile to calm your nerves, it’s a sign of truthfulness on his end. before you answer he clears his throat, slight hurry in his voice.

gojo: -of course, we were younger back then, since then you’ve gotten wrinkles and is that a few grey hairs i see? you also slouch-

y/n: -okay okay you can stop!

the two of you laugh as you gently kick his chair, the fact you’re being recorded and being watched by a whole camera crew totally forgotten about.

y/n: okay, last question finally!

gojo: admit you had fun with me.

y/n: i see you everyday, today was nothing special.

gojo: you wouldn’t say we’ve bonded more over this interview?

y/n: you’re still as irritating as before this interview so no.

you grin and gojo scoffs before shuffling in his chair a little before a sly smile draws across his face.

gojo: go on then, last question.

y/n: would you sl-

gojo: go on, ask it, we’re waiting.

gojo is leaning on the palm of his hand, teasing smile playing on his lips and y/n stares at the card in disbelief.

y/n: you definitely wrote this! i would never ask this! there’s been a mistake with the cards or something

camera man: ah no, they’re all the questions that were on your form you sent in prior to the interview, these are the questions you apparently wanted to be asked. sorry, you’ll have to make do.

y/n: i’m not asking that.

gojo: come on now, don’t upset your supportive fans.

y/n: i know you wrote this, you’re so infuriating!

you glare at him but not with complete hostility, the situation slightly humorous to you despite your protests.

gojo: i mean well.

gojo shrugs as you sigh and stare at the card before speaking.

y/n: fine then have it your way. would you... would you sleep with me?

gojo: how brave! asking me on camera in the middle of an interview! how could i dare say no!

gojo is laughing along with the camera crew as you fight back a smile, refusing to admit his interference was entertaining.

y/n: at least take me out for dinner first.

gojo: now you’re asking me to take you out? you’re really bold today aren’t you!

y/n: oh shut up! i didn’t mean it like that! this is totally your fault it’s awkward now.

you’re grinning at this point not caring that your flirtatious banter with gojo is being recorded and is soon to be edited and posted for the world to see.

gojo: i mean, i’m free tomorrow if that’s good with you?

y/n: what? no, i- this wasn’t even a serious question shut up!

gojo: i’ll shut up if you let me take you out... and maybe then i’ll sleep with you after if that’s your request.

y/n: i can’t stand you!

gojo: but you do everyday, that must count for something right?

y/n: i hate you.

gojo: quite the contrary, i’m sure i’ll get you to admit that by tomorrow though.

y/n: ...i’ll be waiting on it then.

the two of you are smiling at each other, laughter dying down as you once again softly kick gojo’s chair. he pays no mind to it as a moment of fondness occurs, viewers clearly able to see the evident bond between the two of you.

y/n: okay well... that concludes our face-to-face, GQ interview, thanks for watching and putting up with him!

gojo: maybe we’ll come back to do an interview about our date after i take you out, who knows, maybe i’ll get to ask you to rate me in bed!

y/n: gross. you sound like a fifteen year old boy.

gojo: am i at least a hot one?

y/n: i refuse to catch a case.

gojo cackles as you laugh too, the camera fades out with the scene of the two of you softly smiling at each other as the interview concludes.

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[shintorikhazumi]

She Likes Blues- PASTEL Blues (2)

A/N: Because I love you and this brilliant concept Isa. So i decided to expound on the au... a little. Concept creds go to the ever brilliant @tanuki-pyon

This is a continuation to one of my drabbles. Treat it as chap 1. It’s just gonna be more dumb au stuff so... ayt.

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi.

She Likes Blues- PASTEL Blues (2): It’s A Date!

“I’m your roommate.” Akko managed to lamely state.

The girl in front of her stared at her hand a good, long while making Akko grow more and more nervous by the second.

“Um...miss?”

“Oh, apologies. Yes, yes... Um...” Temporarily placing her phone down on a nearby shelf, Akko watched roommate extend a hand which she gladly took. “Diana.” She curtly said.

“A-Akko.”

“Charmed.” Diana said sweetly, taking her hand back. She gave Akko a quick once-over, and the brunette nervously shuffled her socked feet along the carpet.

“Mi-miss D-Diana?”

“Hmm...” The girl tapped her cheek thoughtfully with a manicured index finger, sucking in the side of her cheek before her expression changed into a friendly smile. Clapping her hands together, she asked, “Ever tried pastel pink or a salmon color?”

Akko stared at her, bewildered.

“What?”

“Clothes. Wearing those colors. Have you ever worn mini-skirts or a sundress? Hmm... Maybe we could find something that would suit you... would Hannah match your size?”

“Um... Miss Diana...?”

“But Barbara might have some nice colors that would match your complexion as well.”

What was... going on?

“You’re ‘all-black’ style looks lovely and all, love-”

‘Love?!’

“But I do believe you could pull off some of the most gorgeous colors, don’t you think so?” Diana asked her, walking forward to lightly pat her cheek. “Okay?”

“...o-okay?” Akko went along with her pace, still not registering what was going on.

“Perfect!” Diana cheered, planting a chaste smooch on Akko’s other cheek before bidding her goodbye with a wave of her fingers. “It’s a date!”

“Date...” Akko repeated blankly, hand touching the place where warm lips had just blessed her. “Date... Date?!” Akko screeched, fingers running up to pull at her hair, trying to prove to her that she wasn’t deliriously dreaming.

[“Oh wow! You just scored a date! Real quick too! Um... congrats, my baby?”]- Her phone sounded from her pocket, and Akko flew inches off the floor in surprise.

“MAMA?!” Had she not hung up?! Wait... did that mean that... her mother had listened in on the entire conversation?! Wait! NO! That couldn’t... this couldn’t... Her heart suddenly picked up speed for a different reason, the organ pounding excruciatingly in her chest. Her mind ran a mile a minute in anxiety and panic.

She wanted to cry, to throw up. Her throat was so dry and painful.

Her mama had heard that. Sure she hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary... had she?

‘Calm down, Akko. Calm down. She might not have thought of it as anything weird. Yeah. Nothing weird. Of course. Except for my very female roommate setting us up on a date.’

Akko took erratic, deep breaths.

‘Oh but that doesn’t mean anything, right? It’s not like you’d normally think it was anything but a friend date unless you know for sure that your kid was... but my mom doesn’t- ’

Wait, but mothers knew these types of things, right? What if she had pieced together Akko’s reaction and figured it all out on her own?

Years of trying to hide it and... but maybe Akko was just that bad at hiding it. And her mom now knew.

Akko hadn’t even told her on her own that she was...

[“Akko-chan? Are you there?”]

No... she... how would she... what would her mom...

“Mama... I’m... I’m sor-”

[“My sweet baby, listen. Listen to Mama for a sec, okay?”]

Akko whimpered, nodding despite her mom not being able to see her.

It was too late. Her mom clearly knew now. Obviously. There was no way she didn’t. She was now going to confront Akko. She was going to tell her, even if it was with a sweet voice, that Akko was in the wrong, and that maybe she’d have to go into that strange therapy session Amanda complained to her about last week. And then she’d say she was disappointed, and that would hurt Akko more than any other thing in the world-

[“Baby, just please be sure to bring her home and introduce her to me during vacation, okay? She sounds like a lovely girl.”]

“...eh?”

[“I love you, my little Akko-chan.”]

Akko felt herself tear up, clutching her phone close in disbelief and incomprehension.

“Mama?” She called out in a hoarse voice, trying to grasp at straws of reality that she suddenly couldn’t fathom.

[“Hai~?”]

Akko sniffed, harshly wiping away her tears on her sweater arm.

“I love you, mama.” She sobbed, trying her best not to outright wail.

[“Mama loves you most.”]

Like a dam, her emotional barrier broke, spilling out in teary mumbles and sobs.

Was it supposed to be this easy? Or was she just so incredibly blessed?

She continued to wail into her phone mic for the next few minutes or so, listening to her mother tell her random stories about geese and laughing at how silly her cries sounded.

She really did adore her mother.

After about fifteen minutes of a breakdown however, a different tune broke through the air. Even her mother noticed it, immediately asking what it was.

“I... don’t know, Ma.” Akko responded, looking around the room to find the source of the grossly cutesy music that certainly didn’t belong to her. “A ringtone?”

And then she spotted it, on the shelf. A glammed-up phone strap, and a case with ears-

“Oh, hell on earth... It’s my roommate’s phone.” Akko accidentally said. She heard her mother belt out a hearty laugh.

[“Well, then I guess you should do what you have to.”] She said.

“Huh? What do you mean? Pick it up?” Akko asked, unsure.

[What?! No! Wait... actually, maybe you should.”] Mrs. Kagari muttered.

“Eeehh?”

[“Hurry! And put it on speaker in case it’s some weirdo!”]

Feeling the urgency in her mother’s tone, Akko felt compelled to pick up, holding the glittery device to her ear, and trying her best not to sound awkward or stupid for her roommate’s sake.

“Hello? Um... the owner of this phone currently-”

[“Oh, is this Akko?”]

“Y-yes! This is indeed, um, Akko... who is... conversing... with you.” She squeaked out. She could hear her mother facepalm on the other line.

[“Oh perfect! Hi! Um, this is Diana. Sorry about inconveniencing you. I was a little foolish and forgot my phone, it seems. Sorry for calling. I was just making sure that I hadn’t actually lost it along the way.”]

“Oh. Oh wow, that’s... that would have been terrible.” Akko responded stiffly. She could just hear her mother’s shame from across the ocean. It wasn’t like she had taught her how to flirt or anything!

[“Yes, indeed it would have.”] She heard Diana’s sweet giggling on the other end, and her heart soared. [“I’m so glad it’s with you, though- in safe hands.”]

Akko was so glad Diana couldn’t see her stupid grin. “Me-me too! I’m... I’m glad too! For you!”

[“You are terrible at this.”] Akko barely heard her mother groan.

“Um... s-so... do you want me to... bring your phone over to where you are or something?” Akko asked, clutching the phone securely in hand.

[“Oh! Oh, dear no. Please don’t feel bothered. I just wanted to check if it was okay. B-but... if it’s not an inconvenience to you...”]

Akko found her bashfulness quite cute. Like everything else about Diana.

[“If you don’t bring the lady her phone, I will disown you.”]

Her mom could be terrible sometimes.

“I’ll... I’ll bring you your phone, no worries. It’s no biggie... um... just tell me where you are and I’ll head on over.” Akko said, grabbing a notepad to take down the address.

[“Really? Oh thank you! Thank you so much! You’re a darling, Akko.” Diana responded cheerily, dictating the directions for Akko to take to get to her. [“Again, you are such a sweetheart.”]

“No, not at all.” Akko chuckled awkwardly. “Anyone would do this.” She shyly replied.

[“Oh, not at all, sweetie. You’d be surprised.”]

Akko blushed at the pet name, already muting out her mother’s teasing giggles.

[“Tell you what, once you get here, I’ll treat you to lunch. How about that? Oh, and while we’re at it, we could just do our little date! What say you, darling?”]

Akko was reaching the cap of her shyness threshold here. She didn’t know if she could take anymore.

“S-Sure.” She was still afraid to come off as rude to her brand new roommate though. Wanting to make a good impression, she figured she’d accept.

That’s all there was to it.

[“Brilliant! See you soon, love~ Bye.”]

At the dial tone that ended the call, Akko walked over to her bed, grabbed a pillow... and screamed.

[“Send me pics, love you!”]- She heard in the background before her mom hung up as well.

Akko screamed again.

[nekoabiwrites]

Prompto's Bike

It's Prompto's birthday and I love him so here's a fic of Prompto being loved. Also, major thanks to @walking-in-lucis/@thuriweaver for being a major cheerleader and a fantastic idea bouncer <3

AU: None (Pre-Roadtrip) Pairing: Prompto/Noctis/Ignis/Gladio aka Chocobros (Romantic) Words: 5787 Warnings: Little bit of crying, some talk of anxious feelings. Its mostly just fluff.

Summary: Prompto never mean to keep it a secret. It had just never come up in conversation.

The other bros find out Prompto rides a motorbike.

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Prompto loved his motorbike. It was probably his favourite possession – after his beloved camera, of course.

He’d gotten it as a hand-me-down from his uncle. It was a little beat-up, very well driven, but she still ran almost perfectly fine. It only broke down once every couple of months, nothing Prompto couldn’t handle. All it took was a few hours of work every now and then for Prompto to be able to experience the joy of the open road. Well, as open a road can be when you’re limited to the Insomnia streets, but minor detail.

Prompto had never tried to keep it a secret, but apparently he’d forgotten to mention it at all to his best friend and his new friends before meeting up with them at a café one day.

His shift had run late, and he was already stressed about hanging out with Noctis’ bodyguards (even if he did already consider them somewhat friends, they were still absolutely terrifying) in a casual setting that wasn’t Noctis’ apartment, so Prompto barely gave a second thought when he parked up at the café. He sped through the doors, still taking his helmet off and ruffling his hair back into place, “Hey guys! I’m so sorry I’m late. That rude ass manager kept me back for so long for some stupid thing. Hope you weren’t waiting too long!” Prompto said breathlessly, throwing himself down into the empty chair around the table.

Silence answered him and Prompto darted his gaze around to each of the three sat with him. All of them were staring at him, somewhat confused. Panic started to stir away inside of him, “What? Did… did I do something? Guys, say something.”

“Clothes.” Noctis eventually said, his voice sounding somewhat strained.

“Huh?” Prompto looked down at himself. He was wearing his riding leathers, nothing out of the ordinary since he came here on his bike. “What about ‘em? I mean, I was gonna go change out of them in a sec, but I wanted to come say hi first.”

Noctis’ face contorted in confusion, “Change?”

Prompto snorted, “Uh, yeah. I’m not gonna sit here in these all the time, dude. Would be way too hot. Besides, they’re mostly just for safety.”

Noctis seemed even more surprised and thrown off by Prompto’s comments. The prince floundered and simply stared at his best friend, almost looking as though he was trying to piece together a particularly hard puzzle, like the one they’d gotten stuck on for weeks in that video game. Prompto shrunk a little under the scrutiny.

“Okay, now I’ve really got the feeling I’ve done something wrong. Can someone explain?” Prompto looked over to the other two across the table, searching for any possible help. Unfortunately, it seemed like Ignis was in the same headspace as Noctis, leaving Gladio as the only one who could save Prompto from whatever was going on.

“Those riding leathers or something?” Gladio asked simply, almost more amused than anything.

“Well, yeah? What else would they be?”

“You ride a bike with those?”

Prompto narrowed his eyes, “You sound like you’re making fun of me…”

“Maybe a little.”

That got Prompto pouting childishly before something finally clicked, “Oh shit… I never told you guys, huh…” He paused, looking between the three of them before grinning apologetically, “Whoops, my bad.”

“Prompto. Do you ride a motorbike?” Ignis finally managed to get a sentence out.

“Yeah. I have for a while. Got one from my uncle a couple years ago, she’s been good to me.” Prompto explained.

“Can I see it?” Noctis asked. Prompto turned his gaze to the side, looking at how the prince was attempting to feign his usual impassive, uninterested façade. He was failing miserably though and Prompto couldn’t help but be endeared to it.

“Sure! It’s just outside.”

--

“Ta-da!” Prompto presented his bike with a grin and a flourish, “Let me introduce my baby!”

The three men standing only a few feet away were silent again. This time, however, Prompto could tell what they were doing. Each of their eyes were roaming over the bike, seeing every detail. It made Prompto a little self-conscious as he knew it was still covered in flaking paint, specks of dirt from the road and some of the very beginning signs of rusting on some of the more open part, but he loved his bike no matter what.

“Are you sure it’s safe to ride?” Ignis asked, finally having gotten his head wrapped around the situation.

“Yeah. I mean, sometimes she breaks down and needs a bit of work, but she’s never gotten me into a bad situation.” Prompto said with a shrug, “And, before you get all worked up and stuff, I always wear the helmet and the leathers. I’m always safe, I stick to speed limits, blah blah blah. Look, you can even test the helmet if you want.” He held out the chocobo-themed helmet as he stepped towards Ignis, a playful smile on his face.

Ignis seemed only a little offended by Prompto’s flippant response. His head snapped away from Prompto to the bike harshly, “Noct. Don’t you even think about it.”

Looking behind him, Prompto couldn’t help but laugh. Noctis was right beside the bike, one foot off the ground already. He was glaring over at Ignis. Noctis didn’t break eye contact as he swiftly mounted the bike, settling himself on the seat. A long-suffering sigh sounded by Prompto’s shoulder as Noctis smiled, “It’s pretty comfy.”

Gladio was now approaching, looking over the bike appraisingly, “Man, I’ve always wanted a bike. Dad would never let me though. Can’t believe Prompto’s got one before me.”

“You could always just get one.” Noctis suggested.

“Yeah, and get my ass beat for it.” Gladio rolled his eyes, “Still, it’s pretty cool, Prom. Didn’t expect it from a scrawny guy like you.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Gladio shrugged, a teasing smile on his lips, “Dunno.”

Before Prompto could demand a response, Noctis cut in. “Can I come with you sometime? On the bike?”

“Absolutely not.” Ignis answered harshly. His outburst seemed to even take himself by surprise. It took a moment for Ignis to recentre himself and speak more clearly, “At least, not until there are proper safety measures in place.”

“It’s okay, Iggy. I have a spare set of riding clothes and a helmet Noct can use!” Prompto offered, “Since we’re about the same size, it should all fit pretty good.”

“That’s all well and good, but-”

“And I’ve ridden with other people on the bike before too. Heavier ones that Noct too. We can handle it, right, buddy?” Prompto asked Noctis, who nodded.

“C’mon Specs. Don’t you wanna go for a ride too?”

That shut Ignis up easily. He seemed to not want to confirm or deny Noctis’ accusation, but his silence spoke volumes.

Prompto grinned and bounced over to Ignis, patting his arm lightly, “I can do that too, Iggy. Whenever you want to, just hit me up.” He playfully winked and finger gunned before turning to face Gladio, “Same for you, big guy.”

--

A few weeks later, Prompto was at the arcade with Noctis after school, blowing off some steam and just trying to relax after a hectic week of project deadlines. Noctis seemed to be in a particularly bad mood and, as hard as Prompto had tried, nothing seemed to be helping. They’d tried every game that Noctis had an affinity for, Prompto had played all the games he was bad at to try in an attempt to make Noctis laugh at him – they’d even finally gotten onto that dance game that Noctis was always trying to get Prompto to try, yet nothing was working. There was one thing that Prompto considered as a last resort, an ace up his sleeve in a way.

“Wanna go for a ride?”

Noctis perked up a little at the suggestion, but his attitude was still incredibly sour, “Do you even have the stuff you let me borrow? Not exactly in the mood for a lecture from Ignis.” He asked bitterly.

“’Course I got ‘em! I always bring them with me now.” Prompto ignored the particularly harsh way Noctis spoke to him. He knew that the prince’s mood had very little to do with him and he just wanted to help Noctis let go for even just a little while, even if his insecurity started screaming somewhere in the back of his mind. It wasn’t about him; it was about his best friend.

After making their way outside and getting all the gear on, Prompto threw his leg over the bike and settled himself into position. He waited until he felt Noctis’ arms wrap tight around his waist before glancing just a little over his shoulder, “Ready to go?” Noctis made a noise of confirmation which was good enough. Prompto started the engine, revved it up and made his way out onto the roads of Insomnia.

It wasn’t all that late, but the sun was starting to dip below the horizon and the tall buildings surrounding them blocked out even more of the low light, making it feel later in the evening than it was. Thankfully, that meant the roads were fairly quiet and Prompto could simply enjoy the ride. Behind him, he hoped that Noctis was enjoying himself too.

They sped through the city while it bathed in the calming orange glow; past the giant billboards and lit up store fronts, past the ornate theatre front and unintrusive office blocks, past the restaurants getting ready for the dinner rush and the smaller businesses that were shutting down for the night. Citizens going about their usual daily routines flew by as did the trees, lampposts and statues that littered the city. While they could only stick to the city streets, the sound and sensation of the wind whipping by really made Prompto feel that sense of freedom. He could bask in that feeling forever if he was allowed.

“Hey Prompto?” Noctis’ voice caught Prompto off guard.

“Yeah?”

“One day, I wanna go for a drive somewhere else. Somewhere different.”

Prompto could almost feel in his soul what Noctis was implying. “Hell yeah, buddy. We can drive out of here and just explore the world. Do whatever we want, see whatever we want. Just be free, even for a little bit. Sounds cool.”

“Yeah… it does.” Noctis wrapped his arms tighter around Prompto’s waist, effectively hugging him. Driving around on the bike was one of the only times Noctis was able to do that without any fear, at least in public. The helmet and riding leathers covered him completely, shielding his identity from view. He was, for once, just Noctis. He wasn’t the Crown Prince of Lucis or the 114th Heir to the Throne. He was just a human being, out for a ride with a good friend… or maybe something more?

Prompto shook his head to clear that thought. He’d not approached that topic yet with Noctis (or any of them, but that was an entirely different realm away right now and it was not something to be touched) and he didn’t know if he really wanted to. Everything was great the way it was and, no matter how hard his heart yearned for it, he wasn’t going to mess this friendship up over some crush. Though the way Noctis held him in moments like this and the way he hesitated in his personal space did give Prompto somethings to think about and consider.

After an hour or so, they were stopped on the side of the road while Prompto tinkered with his bike. It had started to make a concerning noise, sputtering and spitting, so they’d decided to take a short break in order for Prompto to make sure everything was okay – at least well enough to get Noct and himself home.

It didn’t take all that long to finish checking everything. Nothing appeared to be wrong, at least in the short took he’d taken, so Prompto was sure it was in good enough shape to get them both back in one piece. He stood up from the ground and dusted off his hands, “Well, I don’t really know what’s making the noise, but it all looks good for now. I can get you home, at least.”

Noctis didn’t seem convinced, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s made some weird sounds. Just gotta give it a full check out tomorrow, no biggie.” Prompto waved away the prince’s concern, “Now, c’mon. Gotta get you home before Ignis comes for my head.” He swung himself back over the bike, helmet in hand.

Noctis cautiously approached, “I mean… if you’re sure. Don’t you have work tomorrow though?”

“Yeah, but I can get there just fine. It’s only a short shift anyway, not a huge deal. Can get my run in on the way there or something.”

This didn’t seem to ease any of Noctis’ worries at all. As he stepped up alongside the bike, he didn’t get himself on. Instead, Noctis reached out and wiped away a small bit of grease that had smudged on Prompto’s cheek during his check up of his bike, “I’ll get Specs to drive you tomorrow.”

“Noct. You don’t have to, I don’t wanna-” Prompto tripped over his words a little, the proximity of the prince causing his nerves to go haywire. His cheeks were burning, especially in that one tiny spot. Prompto fought his innate desire to reach up and touch it. He didn’t want to look like a weirdo right now.

“He won’t mind. He’ll probably like knowing you aren’t driving there on the bike.” Noctis hopped on behind Prompto, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and resting his weight against Prompto’s back, “Ignis won’t say it out loud, but it totally freaks him out. C’mon, let’s get going.”

--

Ignis hated to admit that there was something appealing about Prompto’s motorbike. Perhaps it was the sense of freedom that had been attributed to the machinery over the years that was enticing, or it could even simply be that the form of transport seemed to just work for the young blond – especially in those leathers as he took the helmet off to show his mused up hair and then immediately gave them that smile that seemed to have been created by the Astrals themselves to spread happiness and joy and love, but that was getting a little off track. Whichever way it was, Ignis both hated and loved to see Prompto ride up to the Citadel entrance on the motorbike.

The way in which Prompto fluffed up his hair after pulled the sturdy helmet off of his head was also endearing and frustratingly attractive in a way that couldn’t be put into words. Thankfully, Ignis didn’t need to find the words. Prompto spoke first as Ignis finished his descent down the steps.

“Heya Iggy. Ready to go?”

He had finally caved and given into Prompto’s continuous offers for a ride around Insomnia on the back of the motorcycle. Whatever fear and reservations Ignis may have held flew out of the window when that charming, sunny smile and hopeful gaze was directed his way.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.” Ignis responded with a touch of caution.

Ever prepared, Ignis had long since ordered some made-to-measure riding leathers of his own – it never would be said out loud that he’d gotten them almost immediately after finding out about the bike. That fact was on a need-to-know basis, and no one ever needed to know.

“Well, hop on then. I got the helmet right here.” Prompto sing-songed, pulling a second helmet out from the bag hanging on his back. Ignis recognised it as the one Noctis borrowed frequently, even though his poor heart wished the young prince wouldn’t do so as often as he did.

Within minutes, Ignis was clutching tightly to Prompto’s body as they sped through the streets. The ride was smooth and somewhat comfortable, yet Ignis was still slightly terrified by all the things that could go wrong. His long legs were tight, his knees coming to rest just under his elbows as he held on with a death grip. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ignis was aware he might be hurting Prompto a little with how tight he was holding on, but that was really not what he was focused on.

Prompto laughed in front as they waited in traffic, “Relax, Iggy. You’re safe with me, I promise.” He wasn’t taking as many sharp turns as he usually would, staying behind the cars in front rather than slipping down their insides in order to beat a few of them when the lights turned. All for Ignis’ sake. If he hadn’t been so tense, Prompto was pretty sure Ignis would have been shaking. Before the lights switched to green, Prompto reached back and patted Ignis’ knee in a show of comfort.

It wasn’t a long drive over to Noctis’ apartment building, but it had felt like forever. When they stopped, Ignis got to his feet and tried to regain his composure as he removed the helmet. As the time had passed and he’d gotten more used to the sensations, the more Ignis was able to relax. He had noted that Prompto was being completely and utterly safe – proving that he was, in fact, telling the truth. It wasn’t an all-together unpleasant experience at all. The feeling of driving without the confining walls of a car was certainly different and the fact he’d been able to hold onto Prompto for the entire duration of the trip wasn’t bad either.

“So?” Prompto looked up at him, still seated on the bike and helmet in his lap, “What’d’ya think?”

Ignis took a moment before responding, “In all honesty, it wasn’t as bad an experience as I thought.”

Prompto immediately lit up, “Really?! Would you do it again? I mean, not that I wanna pressure you or anything, but like…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence.

“I might be partial to it every now and then, yes. It was rather… freeing, in a sense.”

“Isn’t it? Oh gods, I’m so glad, Iggy. I was kinda scared for a bit there.” Prompto laughed awkwardly, “I thought you were actually terrified, the way you were holding on at the start.”

Ignis could feel the embarrassed heat rising to his face, “I may have been a little, concerned, but you have proven to me that it is still a fairly safe way to travel. While different to the relative safety of a car, it does have its own perks.”

Prompto’s grin couldn’t have gotten bigger if he’d tried. “That’s great to hear! Remember, you can hit me up whenever you want a ride.” He repeated the wink and finger guns from the first time he’d offered, with the addition of sticking his tongue out a little to make the gesture even cheesier.

There was no stopping himself. Ignis chuckled and lent down to press a light kiss to Prompto’s cheek before putting the spare helmet away in the back still hanging on the blond’s back, “I shall remember that, love. Now, I believe you have work to get to?”

Prompto checked the time before hurriedly setting himself back up on the bike, “Oh shit. I’m so gonna be late! The manager’s gonna kill me! See you later, Iggy!” He called out from behind the helmet as he started speeding off down the street.

Ignis watched him go with a fond smile. He still may not be entirely pleased with the possibility that Prompto could get hurt and the state of the machine was a little worrisome, Ignis couldn’t deny that the pure delight Prompto got from the bike was enough to make him feel a little better about it.

--

Prompto pulled up outside of the Amicitia house, feeling entirely out of place. The scuffed riding leathers, bright coloured helmet and clearly well-used bike between his legs stood out like a sore thumb in the fancy community full of gigantic homes. He hung the helmet from the handlebars as he texted Gladio to let him know he was outside.

Chocobo 🐤: Im here 🏍❄️🥶

He shifted about to warm himself up. The days were started to get colder as winter began to sneak up on them and riding on his bike in the cold air wasn’t exactly going to help him warm up. But Gladio had wanted to go for a trip into downtown Insomnia with Prompto to go gift shopping.

“It’s never too early to start looking.” Gladio had said when Prompto pointed out how they still had a couple of months left before crunch time was really going to start hitting them for the giving season. Prompto really had no response. Gladio was right.

Big Guy 📚: Omw Big Guy 📚: Dad wants to come see Big Guy 📚: and Iris Big Guy 📚: Warning

Great. That was just what Prompto needed. Not only did he already feel entirely out of place just sitting out here on his own, but now he was going to have to face some of the Amicitia family? Actual nobles and stuff. He quickly checked his appearance in the mirrors, making sure his hair was sitting right and that his helmet hadn’t left any weird marks.

Prompto didn’t have long to stew or prep himself as the front doors opened only a minute after he’d received the text and Gladio stepped out, followed by Iris and Clarus. Immediately, he was hopping off the bike and awkwardly trying to look confident. “Um, hello.”

Gladio was covered head to toe in custom-looking leather. It was one of the only times Prompto had actually seen him without his chest out for all the world to see – and ogle at if they chose to, which most people did because most people weren’t stupid. Parts of the outfit looked no different than his usual attire, but that was kind of to be expected as Gladio had a fondness for leather for everyday wear and always wore it in Lucian black as per tradition. He stood beside Prompto, wrapping his arm around the blond’s shoulders in an effort to comfort him subtly as they watched Clarus inspect the vehicle.

“Gladio tells me you inherited this from your family?” Clarus asked.

Prompto tensed, “Uh y-yessir. From my uncle. He gave it to me. He got a new one and his old one still ran, I needed something to help me get from school to work and stuff, so I learnt, and he gave it to me.” He wanted to ramble some more, try to convince Clarus that he was a safe driver and was confident in his ability to safely have Gladio on the back with him. However, a soft laugh from Clarus had him stopping.

“No need to be so formal, Prompto. This isn’t an interrogation.” Clarus smiled warmly, “I just wanted to see it with my own eyes. You seem to take good care of it.”

Iris was darting around behind her father, looking at the bike, “I can’t believe Prompto has a bike! That’s so cool!”

“Uh, thanks.” Prompto blushed a little, “She’s pretty old, obviously, but she runs well. At least, enough for a smooth ride most of the time.” An awkward chuckle slipped between his lips before Prompto could stop it.

“Prom tuned it all himself. Does all the upkeep, fixes it and all that. Ain’t that right?” Gladio clapped the blond on his shoulder roughly.

“Is that so?” Clarus seemed impressed, “That was something you kept from me. Rather impressive.”

Prompto was quickly turning a bright red, “It’s nothing. I had to learn how to do it. Parents aren’t around much and all that, not a whole lot of spare money. Easier to do it myself than get someone else to do it. Also better for when she breaks down.” Suddenly, he could feel Gladio’s eyes burning into the back of his head and when he turned to look at him, the amber gaze was full of concern, “Not like it happens all that often, but y’know. Technology fails sometimes and all that…” Once again, he trailed off with unconfident chuckle.

“I never thought that you’d know to do all that, Prompto. That’s so awesome. You could teach Gladdy a thing or two sometime.” Iris came around to pat Gladio’s giant arm. She easily dodged out of the way when he tried to grab at her, laughing as she darted around just out of reach.

“What are you trying to say?” Gladio followed her around the front yard, playfully trying to grab a hold of her.

“You’re just pretty bad when it comes to tech stuff. Remember that time you broke the-” Iris broke her sentence off with a squeal as Gladio finally got her, lifting her up and over his shoulder, “Put me down!” She kicked and punched at his shoulder, but all her attempts just bounced off of him like nothing. Iris continued to shout and laugh as Gladio carried her up the steps and back inside the house, leaving Prompto and Clarus standing outside.

“Sorry about them. Not sure where they picked up that playful attitude.” Clarus said with a fond smile.

“Nah, I think it’s real sweet. Kinda makes me wish I had a sibling sometimes.”

“Well, I’m extremely impressed with your bike, Prompto. Apologies for coming out here when you were expecting just my son.” Clarus’ eye had a twinkle that seemed to tell Prompto that he knew more than he was letting on. Behind him, Gladio was coming back out to join them.

Prompto swallowed and put on a smile, “It’s not a problem, at all! I’m glad you approve of her. I should probably get her running though, she takes a bit when it starts getting cold.” He went to start up the bike when Gladio finally came back into range for conversation.

“Are we going? We’re burning daylight here.”

“Sure, big guy. Just gotta get her warmed up.”

Clarus took that as his cue to leave, “You two have fun.”

“Thanks! See ya, Mr Amicitia, Sir.” Prompto inwardly cringed as he settled back on the seat.

“See ya later.” Gladio said as he got behind Prompto, slipping his own helmet over his head and engulfing Prompto’s torso in his thick arms.

Minutes later, they were backing out of the driveway and heading off on their shopping trip. He wasn’t sure what it was, but Prompto wasn’t feeling all that cold as they drove off down the street.

--

Noctis was a pretty stoic guy. Rarely did he ever let his emotions show on his face or in his body language. So, when he could feel that his nerves were showing, it only made him feel a million times worse. He was pacing back and forth in his apartment, waiting for what was to come, pouring over every outcome.

“Just sit down, princess. It’ll be fine.” Gladio said, without looking up from the thick novel in his hands.

“Easy for you to say.” Noctis muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t stop pacing, but only managed another couple of steps before Ignis rested a hand on his shoulder, effectively stopping him in place.

“I’m sure Gladio is correct. There is nothing to worry about, Noct.” He tried to soothe the prince’s worry.

Noctis simply hunched over even more and avoided eye contact. He’d rather stew in his thoughts alone right now. Why’d he have to go and have such good and caring partners? Unfair.

The front door then opened.

Prompto stepped in, wearing his riding leathers as usual, “Heya! Sorry I took so long. Bike was being difficult again. Gonna take a look at her tomorrow. Not sure what’s causing all these problems, but I’ll fix it, probably.” He was halfway through pulling off his heavy boots when he looked up to see Noctis staring directly at him.

“Hey buddy, what’s eating at ya?”

“What?” Noctis hated that Prompto could tell he wasn’t his usual self. Once again, Noctis damned his compassionate partners and how well they knew him. “Oh, it’s nothing. Uh, I got something to show you… Come with me? Downstairs?”

Prompto paused, clearly confused, “Sure, buddy. What is it?”

“Surprise.” Noctis replied simply, slipping his shoes on beside Prompto. He managed to sneak through and out into the hallway before his best friend had even finished up tying his first shoelace back up.

It freed space for Gladio to approach and get his own shoes back on.

“Oh, you coming too, big guy? Is this surprise really all that special?” Prompto asked, mostly joking about.

“Maybe. You gotta come find out, huh?”

Gladio’s non-answer and Prompto resulting questioning expression only made Noctis’ stomach churn even more. He was hoping with every part of his being, praying to every Astral that could hear him that this would go well.

Finally, Prompto was standing, both boots on his feet and tied. Noctis was tapping his foot nervously as he tried to feign a casual indifference, leaning against the wall outside his apartment. When Prompto whistled low, Noctis raised his eyes from the floor.

“Even Iggy’s coming? This must be something real good then.” Prompto said with a laugh.

“I just thought I’d come along for the ride. No reason not to.” Ignis smiled warmly, pulling the door closed behind them as they stepped out.

Noctis, without a word, slipped his hand into Prompto’s in order to tangle their fingers together before leading the way to the lift. Once they had all piled inside, Noctis pressed the button down to the garage.

The ride down was filled by Prompto chatting easily about his day, complaining about the shitty managers and annoying customers. Noctis never once let go of Prompto’s hand, even when the blond gestured with his hand to emphasise his story. It was comforting and familiar, something Noctis really needed in this moment. He was really preparing himself for the worst.

“So, what’s this whole surprise thing then?” Prompto asked, turning to Noctis after the brief conversation ended.

“Uh, well…” Noctis looked to Gladio and Ignis for help. Gladio was the one to closet, so he stepped up behind Prompto and covered his eyes, effectively blindfolding the blond. Noctis mouthed his thanks – to which Gladio nodded in acknowledgement, “Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you could just see it, right?” They stepped out of the lift once it had stopped.

“Aw, but why? C’mon, just tell me!” Prompto begged, swinging Noctis arm.

“Just follow me.”

Slowly, the group made their way through the quiet garage. Most residents of the building were home now, so they didn’t come across a single soul as they walked across to one of the spaces at the very end. Prompto continued to complain about not being able to see and make the most outlandish of guesses as to what the surprise was – Noct’s favourite being the chocobo dressed in a chocobo onesie.

Noctis came to a stop and took a steading breath, “Okay, Prom… Are you ready?” Noctis asked softly, nausea starting to settle into his throat. It’ll be fine, he told himself, it had to be.

Prompto whined, “I’ve been ready since you said there was a surprise!”

“Alright, alright,” Noctis laughed, “Gladio, let him see it.”

As Gladio lifted his hands away from Prompto’s eyes, Noctis watched carefully. He involuntarily held his breath as Prompto blinked to clear his vision and then his gaze fell on his surprise. Prompto’s mouth fell open.

“…No way. Y-you’re kidding me, right? This… this isn’t…” Prompto gaped, glancing between the men around him and the brand-new motorbike sitting in the space in front of him.

“It’s yours. If you want it.” Noctis said quietly, nerves thrumming through his entire body. “I know you don’t like getting ‘handouts’ from us and it can never really take the place of the one you have, but… its your birthday and, you were complaining about the other one giving up on you and stuff, so… uh…”

Noctis finally made eye contact with Prompto and was taken aback by the tears that were started to fall down his freckled cheeks. Fear and pain struck directly through Noctis’ heart, and he quickly grabbed a hold of Prompto, holding onto him for dear life.

Before Noctis could think of how to word his apology, Prompto thanked him through watery sniffles. Prompto cried on his shoulder about all the worries that had been hanging over him as his bike was starting to break down on him.

“I was getting worried how I was gonna get to work and then to all the training sessions too.” Prompto confessed, holding onto Noctis tight.

“You could have let us know, Prompto.” Ignis approached, wrapping his arm around Prompto’s shoulder, comfortingly stroking his arm, “You are not a burden to any of us.”

“Yeah, we would have been happy to help you out.” Gladio chimed in, ruffling up Prompto’s hair, making him squawk like an angry chocobo, “We wouldn’t leave you hanging like that.”

Prompto sniffed, wiping his cheeks, “I know… but I wanted to do it myself. And I didn’t wanna loose my bike. I love the freedom of riding down the streets whenever I can.”

Noctis smiled, “You still can now. It’s all yours.”

“I can’t believe it. Isn’t this the newest one too?” Prompto finally got up close, stroking the seat with reverence.

Noctis shrugged, “Maybe.”

“I forget that I’m friends with the prince sometimes. But this… oh man, this totally is gonna remind me all the time.” Prompto threw his leg over and began to get a feel for the new bike, his usual enthusiasm and pep returning, “This is so awesome. Thanks guys!” He jumped off and gathered them all into a group hug, pressing kisses to all of them in turn.

“Princess still has one thing he wants to ask.” Gladio said as they started walking back to the lift. Noctis reached out and punched his arm, gaining only a chuckle in response.

“Oooh? What’s up, Noct? What’d’ya want?” Prompto turned around, walking backwards for a few steps.

Noctis huffed and averted his gaze, “Nothing. Just… wanna go out for a ride again sometime.”

“Dude! Of course! You get first ride!” Prompto stopped for a brief moment, letting Noctis catch up before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, “I wouldn’t have it without you, so duh.”

“Cool. Can’t wait.” Noctis said with a tiny smile. “Happy Birthday, Prom…”

[godsofhumanity]

12 titans headcanons please ❤️

yes ❤️

❤ warning: this is gonna be a very long post ❤

OCEANUS

Oceanus is the oldest of the Titans, and i really like the idea that he grew to adulthood within a day of being born.

i think i've mentioned this in some Gaia hc's previously, but i don't think that Gaia had any of her children in the "conventional" way that we're used to.. as in, none of her children were actually formed in her womb- instead, i imagine that she and Ouranos only had to place their hands on the Earth to cause their children to be born.

for the Titans in particular, i like the idea that Gaia caused a field of flowers to bloom, and within 12 of them were each of the Titans.

Oceanus bloomed first, and was named by Gaia (i think he's the only one who was actually named by her, herself- more on this later).

we know that Ouranos never cared for his children, so i think that the 12 Titans were originally born so that they could help Gaia take care of the Earth,, thus allowing Ouranos and Gaia to spend more time with each other.

so when Oceanus was born, he had to grow quickly so that he could take care of his siblings and raise them (Ouranos wasn't about to let Gaia go "wasting" her time taking care of children).

Oceanus builds the first village, and his primary motivation in everything he does, is to take care of his siblings.

i think he's very paternal,, though he doesn't like to show it.

Oceanus is very stoic as well... he hates brash decisions and always takes his time to think about things before he says something or does something.

also, in Gaia's absence, i think he named all his siblings, and i think that although all the Titans refer to him as their brother, they also have the understanding that Oceanus has been more of a parent than either Gaia or Ouranos, and they all look up to him a lot.

Oceanus isn't cowardly, but i don't think he likes fighting. he would much rather preserve the peace at the sake of his own freedom, than have said freedom but at the price of blood being spilled.

that said, he could definitely pack a punch if he chose to.

related to Oceanus’ unwillingness to fight, i think this is an important factor in why Cronus (who is the youngest) becomes King instead of Oceanus (who is the oldest). 

technically, it’s Oceanus’ birthright to become King after Ouranos, but Oceanus doesn’t possess the qualities required to be a good king, and he knows it, which is why he never challenges Cronus’ authority or tries to take the throne for himself- he is absolutely okay with not being king, in fact, i think he’s grateful for it.

TETHYS

Tethys is, as the lore states, Oceanus' wife, and i think she's always been really close to Oceanus- the only one who truly understands Oceanus' deepest feelings.

since Oceanus doesn't really show much emotion physically, i think it's sometimes difficult for the other Titans to know exactly what he's thinking, but Tethys is very intuitive and understands Oceanus quite perfectly.

i think Tethys is slightly more energetic than Oceanus, but she's still the most quiet of all her sisters.

she too, prefers not to fight if she doesn't have to, but while Oceanus will wait for the very last opportunity to fight, i think Tethys can be persuaded to make a move earlier than she usually would.

i also think she's more adept at fighting than Oceanus.

when Oceanus and Tethys are referenced in poems and plays, they are usually described as the "primeval parents", and are often referred to as the "genesis for all" which i think is really cute, and although Tethys isn't the goddess of motherhood, i definitely think she's very maternal (i mean, she has 3000+ children, so we hope so, right?).

after the Titanomachy, it is said that Oceanus and Tethys became Hera's foster-parents, so i imagine that Tethys and Oceanus opened their home to many gods and goddesses, even if they were simply passing through.

Hera, in particular, i think had a closer bond with Oceanus and Tethys than with Rhea- and that of course is no fault of Rhea's, i just think that's how things happened.

everyone talks of this idea that Zeus would go around pestering Oceanus and Tethys when he was trying to court Hera, and i like that idea as well ^_^

i think Oceanus was particularly reluctant to let Zeus be with Hera because Oceanus has had sooo many daughters who have been effectively abandoned by their husbands (see: Metis, Asia/Clymene, Hesione, Eurynome, etc.) and he doesn't want that to happen to yet another one of his kids.. but Tethys, the sweet voice of reason whom Oceanus has a hard time saying "no" to, intervenes on Zeus' behalf perhaps because she sees something more in Zeus' proposals, which is why Oceanus finally concedes and allows him into his house.

CRONUS

now this guy >:)

i've said it before, but i just really really like the idea that Cronus is the epitome of "you either die the hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain".

before i said that Oceanus grew to adulthood within a day because he had to take care of his younger siblings, and following this logic, i think some of the younger Titans took more time to grew simply because there was no need for them to grow up quickly- they were going to be taken care of.

as the youngest, i think Cronus takes the most time to grow. 

most of his life, his siblings are ordering him around which i think gets to him a little, so of course, Cronus has always been a little bit mischievous and a little sneaky.

i think he gets along really well with Iapetus. they are “terror twins” as Oceanus calls them, and as children, they would always get up to no good.

in terms of morality, i think initially, he’s actually quite sane and level-headed. he understands that war is brutal and should be avoided if it can, but he also understands that sometimes war is necessary. this is what makes him, initially, a good king- because he understands the need for balance.

but,, after sometime, i think he goes insane with Ouranos’ prophecy and he convinces himself that murdering his children is just a part of the job- it’s his duty. 

i like the idea that Cronus sees himself first and foremost as King. being a husband and a father is second to kingship.

i always wondered what makes a man go so mad that he’d eat his own kids, especially after he literally deposed of his father for doing effectively the same thing- why would he willingly follow in the footsteps of the god he hated so much? well, i think it’s because Cronus is driven by this philosophy of being King before being anyone else. 

he believes that it’s his job to protect the world, the way he did that first time when he rallied his siblings together to fight Ouranos. Cronus believes that his children are going to ruin the world and destroy his siblings, and he loves his family and the world too much to let that happen,, and if he has to choose between his children and the world that he has sworn to protect, well, as King, isn’t he obligated to choose the world?

and after that, he just goes downhill, and i think he loses sight of the bigger picture, and becomes the villain. 

also- not relevant to the core of this section but i just wanted to talk a little about Philyra, the mother of Chiron by Cronus ^-^

so in the original myth, i’m pretty sure that Cronus and Rhea are still married when Cronus and Philyra get together,, and that’s why when Rhea catches them and gets pissed, Cronus panics and turns into a horse (which is why Chiron is half god, half horse- lololol Cronus, you absolute loser). 

anyways, i love the myth because it’s funny, but i don’t like the idea that Cronus was actually cheating on Rhea- i mean, first you eat her children, and now you’re cheating on her?? c’mon, have some tact! 

so i have my own little take on it, and that is that Chiron is born after Cronus gets disposed (so when Rhea and Cronus are pretty much divorced). 

i like the Orphic version of events where Cronus gets sent to Nyx’s cave, so following from there, i imagine that Philyra must have somehow helped Cronus escape from Nyx’s cave (probably because she was manipulated by Cronus),, and when they escaped, they came to Mt Pelion, which coincidentally, is where Rhea, now happily retired, lives. 

so that’s how Rhea accidentally discovered her ex-husband’s affairs (which is in line with the original myth where Rhea catches them). 

of course, i don’t think Cronus ever cared about Philyra to begin with, i think he was just using her because i don’t think the “player” archetype suits Cronus- he’s not a romantic, that’d make him too similar to Zeus, and the last thing Cronus would want would be to be like his son. 

anyways so where does Chiron’s equine nature come into my version of events? well, running from Nyx’s cave to Mt Pelion on foot sounds a little tiring, but luckily, Cronus is a god and can therefore turn into a stallion, so he and Philyra probably ran away like that.

i don’t think Cronus ever actually knows about Chiron. Philyra, in the myths, is ashamed about Chiron’s appearance (which is really rude and mean), so she abandons him, but i like the idea that she simply wasn’t ready to be a mother, much less a mother of a child born from a war-criminal, so she instead leaves Chiron on Rhea’s doorstep. and Rhea recognises immediately who Chiron is, but she’s the goddess of motherhood so she adopts him, until Apollo comes in a few days later and decides to take Chiron. anyways, so that was a little bit of a tangent but i just wanted to share that ^-^

another thing- i know we all like to make jokes about Cronus seeing children as good for only one thing- snacks- but in all seriousness, i don’t think that was the case. i’ve said before what i, personally, think his real motivations behind consuming his children were, but i don’t think he was averse to the concept of children and having a family entirely.

ok, i have to divert to the story of Prometheus to explain myself here, but bear with me for a sec- so Prometheus gets punished because he helps the humans- but why does he help them? why does he love them so much and why does he feel sorry for the way they’ve been treated by Zeus? 

well,, we know that Prometheus was alive during Cronus’ reign. and during Cronus’ reign, Cronus made the Golden Age of Man where mortals lived in peace and harmony, free from interference by the gods, where no one did the “wrong” thing, and life was great. so couldn’t it be that Prometheus had seen what life for humanity could have been like? 

my hc is that Prometheus had seen what Cronus had done for humanity and was appalled by what he now saw under Zeus’ rule.

so what does that have to do with Cronus and children? well, i like the idea that Prometheus grew up in the palace, and he had known Cronus all his life. i like the idea that Cronus actually spent time with his nephew, and was the one who first introduced Prometheus to the mortals. i think Prometheus and Cronus actually were rather close as uncle and nephew. so,, i don’t think that Cronus hated all children,, he just didn’t think he could have any of his own.

RHEA

Rhea is one of my favourites <3 i think she’s one of the cooler Titans.

i think her personality is defined by her courage, and her ambition- in fact, i’d call her the most ambitious of all the Titans.

as a young Titan, i think she got along best with Cronus and Iapetus, and i think she actually had a bit of a mischievous nature, similar to them. i think she enjoys pranks and good jokes. 

she’s the kind of goddess who would do anything on a dare (i think she was pretty wild, and maybe a little shameless, in her youth, much to Oceanus’ distress).

in saying that, i think Rhea has also always been very headstrong. she’s not arrogant, or rude, but she if she has opinions, she will make sure you’re aware of them. you don’t have to agree, you just have to understand her point of view.

she’s also a little spitfire (a little like Hera tbh), and she is very good at fighting ^-^

but, Rhea is also incredibly kind and forgiving. considering what she goes through during her marriage, i think she is remarkably strong. while Cronus goes insane, Rhea remains standing tall- she survives Ouranos’ rule, Cronus’ rule, and is alive to witness Zeus’, and she is never on the losing side which is a testament to her character and strength of mind.

in the previous section, i said that Cronus follows the philosophy of “King first, husband/father second”, but i don’t think Rhea agrees with this at all.

there is never any way for her to justify to herself that her children needed to be killed- it’s a horrible and messed up idea and it’s honestly a wonder that she didn’t go insane after it happening to her children five freaking times.

i think that what makes Rhea a good queen is that she doesn’t work in absolutes- see, Cronus believes that either the world is saved, or his children are saved, but not both- but Rhea, who is always driven by courage and hope, believes that it is possible for the world to have peace and for her children to also be alive.

where Cronus is an architect of plans, and an executor, Rhea is the thought-process- the one who thinks things through carefully and evaluates the effects of the action... she’s more level-headed, and she doesn’t get angry easily.

after Cronus is deposed, i like the idea that Rhea remained on the throne a little longer- Zeus was simply too young to be allowed free reign immediately, so she kinda pulled the strings behind the scenes.

i don’t think that Rhea has favourites amongst her children. i think she is very protective of all of them and she loves them all very much, but i think the one she finds most difficult to get along with is Hera, maybe because Hera is the most similar to her (which is why Hera spends more time with Oceanus and Tethys than Rhea). 

there are versions of the courtship of Zeus and Hera where Zeus and Hera keep their relationship a secret from Rhea because Rhea will disapprove of it, and i do like this version of the myth because i think it makes sense. i think Rhea has some fear that Zeus will repeat the mistakes of Cronus and Ouranos, and she doesn’t want Hera or Zeus, for that matter, to be hurt the way Rhea was hurt.

we know that Zeus had already swallowed Metis, so Rhea believing that Zeus could become like Cronus isn’t too hard to believe.

speaking of the Zeus x Metis myth, i don’t think Zeus swallowed Metis intentionally. i think that, at that time, Zeus was still incredibly young- he had only recently defeated his father, and was still finding his way around the world. so when Metis told him about the prophecy concerning her son defeating Zeus, i imagine that he must have panicked and lost control of his powers, and without meaning to, he had reduced Metis to her divine essence, and she disappeared before his sight (he thought she was simply dead, and didn’t realise that Metis and her child were dwelling within him). Rhea is the first one to discover what transpired between Metis and Zeus and she was probably pretty horrified.

but, Rhea knew that Zeus was still young, and of course, he’s her son, so she refuses to just give up on him straight away- instead, they work on things, and Zeus gets better, and they move on. but i’m sure that the incident gnawed on her mind, and she worried for both Zeus and Hera, hence why she was reluctant to allow them to marry. but as the story goes, she conceded, and Hera became queen ^-^

HYPERION

Hyperion is the fourth Titan, and i think that all-in-all, he’s a pretty chill guy.

generally speaking, Hyperion doesn’t really like to fight, mainly because he thinks it’s boring and the risk of his face getting ruined is just too great for him.

i think he is a little vain,, he loves flattery- he likes being complimented and he likes complimenting others.

i also think that he’s a little bit weak-willed, or rather, i think that when the Titans were all young, he would often be the butt of the jokes.

in saying that, i think Hyperion has good spirit, so although he’d be a little annoyed about all the jokes and the pranks, he never takes it to heart because he understands that it’s all just a joke.

in some myths, it’s said that after Ouranos was deposed, Cronus divided the world into four parts- Hyperion ruled in the West, Iapetus in the East, Coeus in the North, and Crius in the South, while Oceanus took the seas, and Cronus of course, ruled over time + the whole word in general- and i really like this idea.

after the Castration of Ouranos, i think it’s the first time that the Titans actually split apart and start living on their own and having families.

Hyperion and Theia live in the West, and have Selene, Eos, and Helios.

after the Titanomachy, it’s said that Cronus and all his brothers were placed in Tartarus, but given the importance of Selene, Eos, and Helios during Zeus’ role, i just can’t imagine that Hyperion was one of the Titans sent to Tartarus.

i don’t think he would’ve actively supported Cronus towards the end (i mean, he was very clearly insane and needed to be deposed), but i think at the same time, he would’ve been reluctant to oppose Cronus, given how powerful Cronus was. and again, there’s that conflict with the fact that it was Cronus who freed the Titans from Ouranos, so i guess things aren’t really that black and white for Hyperion.

if Hyperion did fight for Cronus, i think he would have done so only out of obligation (because Cronus is the king, and he defeated Ouranos).

THEIA

Theia’s the eldest of her sisters, and i think she has always been a bit of a natural-born leader.

i think she gets along best with Rhea ^-^

but while Rhea is a little more level-headed, i think Theia can be louder and more hot-headed, with a quicker temper.

given that she is the goddess “who endowed gold, silver and gems with their brilliance and intrinsic value ”, i think it’s a fair hc to say that she enjoys jewellery and pretty, shiny things, but, in saying that, i don’t think she could be bought over with gifts.

i think Theia is more strong-willed than Hyperion, and i think she is best reflected in Selene who takes after her the most.

i imagine Selene to be very graceful and elegant- willing to fight, but only once she’s carefully understood her opponents and her situation. 

in the Theogony, Hesiod writes that all the Titans were hesitant about killing Ouranos, except Cronus who stood up and rallied them, and while i think Rhea was the first to agree with Cronus, i think Theia supported him next. but!! she wouldn’t have ever supported him during the Titanomachy- i think she would have taken Zeus’ side, if she was involved in the fighting.

also, this isn’t really relevant i guess, but i really like the idea that Theia’s weapon of choice is a whip. like one of those ones made out of a chain with the sharp blades at the end, so that it sparkles as it slices through the air. i just think it’d be neat :D

COEUS

alright, now, strictly speaking, Coeus doesn’t have much of a mythology- he’s pretty much only known as the father of Asteria (mother of Hecate) and Leto, and the guy who ruled in the North when Cronus first became king.

BUT!! very interestingly, in the Argonautica, it’s said that Coeus was thrown into Tartarus after the Titanomachy along with his bros, but he went insane and tried to escape, but Cerberus, being the good guard-dog he is, caught him and sent him back.

anyways, i think this is very interesting because none of the other Titans are really given such a myth.. i mean, none of the other Titans went so insane that they tried to escape from Tartarus (at least, not that I know of).

this myth fits in with my hc that Coeus has the least will/strength-of-mind from all the Titans.

to be honest though, in the same way that i don’t like the idea of Hyperion being sent to Tartarus, i don’t really like that Coeus would have been sent there either. his daughters are Asteria and Leto, and both of them must have been loved by Zeus.

Asteria’s daughter is Hecate, whom Hesiod says was honoured by Zeus above all others. so while Asteria isn’t listed as one of Zeus’ lovers, i think he had a lot of respect for her.

Leto, as we all know, was Zeus’ sixth wife and the mother of his beloved Apollo and Artemis, so there’s no doubt that he loved her.

and so, in light of this, i just can’t imagine that Coeus’ daughters didn’t appeal to Zeus and ask him to have mercy on Coeus, because if they didn’t plead for him, this might imply that they didn’t feel pity for him, which further implies that they might not have loved him as a father at all. and the natural conclusion of such a sentiment is that Coeus really wasn’t much of a father to them- and if that’s the case, then that means that NONE of Gaia’s Titan sons (except Oceanus) were good fathers. and idk, that just doesn’t sit well with me. 

why is it that only the goddesses were spared? are they somehow naturally always gonna be on the hero’s side because they’re female? are the gods always gonna be on the villain’s side because they’re male... “boys stick together”? idk it’s dumb. 

that’s why i like the idea that Asteria and Leto must have pleaded for him- i think he was a good father, and they did love him. did Zeus listen? i guess that’s another story. 

but i do like the idea that Coeus didn’t really want to be on Cronus’ side, it’s just that he was scared of the consequences of opposing him- Coeus is regarded as the titan of “rational intelligence”, and if you ask me, it’d be pretty rational to not want to fight against a psycho when you have a family to think about.

also, i know it’s not a part of the actual myths, but i do like the idea that Coeus was a titan of magic/witchcraft as well, because that might explain where Hecate gets her abilities from.

PHOEBE

Phoebe is Coeus’ wife, and she’s also the titan goddess of prophetic wisdom.

once again, there really isn’t much lore for her beyond the idea that she was the oracle before Apollo.

this isn’t in the myths, but my hc is that Asteria and Leto represent Coeus and Phoebe’s domains- so while Coeus’ magic gets passed down to Asteria and then to Hecate, Phoebe’s prophetic powers are transferred to Leto and then to Apollo. 

so, although, it’s not supported by the myths, i hc that Leto had prophetic powers as well, it just might have not been as strong as Phoebe’s or Apollo’s.

anyways, back to Phoebe- i think that the best word to describe Phoebe would be “sweet”. i think she’s very kind, and generous, and mild-mannered, where most of her sisters are a little more.. wild.

i don’t think she’s much of a fighter, nor is she devious or scheming. she’s really just quite innocent.

CRIUS

Crius is another Titan without much mythology.. his main role is as an ancestor of the gods, and apparently as the first to observe the constellations, thus why he was known as the titan of the constellations. which is pretty cool IMO.

i personally imagine Crius to be very intelligent and smart. i think, given his domain, he really enjoys stargazing <3 

for the most part, he’s a very level-headed, calm, and reasonable guy, but i think he’s also quite aloof, and not very vocal about his emotions.

i think that he’s pretty comfortable with bending his morals to suit the bigger picture, and that’s why i think he does actively support Cronus during the Titanomachy (hence why he gets sent to Tartarus).

i don’t think he really cares for pranks or jokes. in a sense, he is very similar to Oceanus, and from all their siblings, i think growing up, he gave Oceanus the least amount of trouble.

Crius’ children are Pallas, Perses, and Astraeus. 

i’d imagine that Crius has control over the stars and the constellations, and is capable of what i’d call “celestial magic”. and i think this ability is inherited by Perses, who becomes the father of Hecate by Asteria, and that’s how the magic gets passed down to Hecate, and why Hecate is so revered as the ultimate magic goddess.

just as i said earlier that Phoebe and Coeus aren’t really fighters, i don’t think Crius is a fighter either. he’s more of a strategist, and would rely on magic rather than using actual swords and stuff.

anyways, enough about the Titanomachy!! i think my third favourite pairing after Cronus x Rhea, and Oceanus x Tethys, is Crius x Eurybia! 

there is no mythology concerning how they met or how they were married, but i like the idea that for most of her life, Eurybia was raised by Gaia and Pontus away from the rest of the Titans,, but Gaia, who is more risk-taking than Pontus, understood that Eurybia wouldn’t stay with them forever, so eventually Eurybia starts leaving their home more often and she goes out exploring the world.

and on one of these occasions, she stumbles into a forest in the South, which is part of Crius’ domain, and that’s where they meet for the first time.

i think that Eurybia is always more at ease with her feelings than Crius, and she’s very vocal about it,, which would make for a good comedy routine with the more conservative Crius, who’s less willing to let emotions rule his head, but under the guidance of love, eventually opens up more <3

+EURYBIA

Eurybia is not one of the 12 Titans, but she is the daughter of Gaia and Pontus, AND Crius’ wife, and i really like my idea of her so i’m including her here ^-^

in Hesiod’s Theogony, he describes Eurybia as having “a heart of flint within her”, which is a really cool idea!!! she’s also described as the goddess of “mastery over the seas”, which refers to the things that control the sea like the winds, and the Moon, etc.

her name also means “wide-forced”, so i imagine her to be a very headstrong and free-willed goddess.

because her father is Pontus (the sea), and she also has some control over the sea, i imagine her to be a little unpredictable, like the sea. i think she has moments where she can fly into an intense rage, or she could be absolutely calm.

i like this idea because she becomes almost the antithesis of Crius. where Crius is more calm and rational, Eurybia is more passionate and unpredictable. i think they balance each other out very nicely.

strictly speaking, Eurybia probably was not thrown into Tartarus at the end of the Titanomachy, but i hc that she was.

i think during the Titanomachy, she would have sided with Crius, and she would have fought on his side because she loved him and would have supported him in anything that he did (also once again, i don’t like the idea that Cronus only had the support of his bros, and that only the guys got thrown into Tartarus :/).

Astraeus is Eos’ husband, and Pallas is Styx’s husband, and both Eos and Styx, on many occasions in the actual myths, have been evidenced to be on Zeus’ side. so, although in reality, Pallas at the very least probably would’ve been on Cronus’ side (since, in the Theogony, Styx takes her children to Zeus first, and Pallas isn’t really mentioned), i like the idea that Astraeus and Pallas both fought on Zeus’ side instead, and escaped punishment.

which makes things tricky for Eurybia, because some of her sons are on one side, and then her husband and her other son are on the other side- what’s she supposed to do? 

Eurybia is too headstrong to simply be passive and sit back and let her boys fight, so i think first she fights on Crius’ side, but then she also fights to save Astraeus and Pallas when they get into trouble. 

i think she accepts that her children have grown up and made their decisions, but she also understands that she will always be their mother, and she will never bear them any resentment for fighting against their father.

also, one of Pallas’ children is named “Bia”, and i’d like to think that he named her after his mum <3

i think “Bia” is Crius’ nickname for Eurybia <3

IAPETUS

i hc Iapetus to be the supreme troublemaker amongst the Titans.

i think he has served as the largest source of headaches experienced by Oceanus when the Titans were young >:)

Iapetus loves jokes i think. he loves pranks.. all kinds of humour. he’s more street smart than book smart, and actually i think if he was trying to study, he’d lose focus after 2 minutes. but call him to participate in a prank? the guy is coming up with plans like a general preparing a war campaign.

i think as the second youngest of Gaia’s Titan sons, Iapetus has always gotten along the best with Cronus. prepare for trouble, and make it double :)

this is specific, but i’ve got this idea that when they were young, Iapetus and Cronus decided to slip some dye into Themis and Hyperion’s basins, so when they washed their hair, Themis’ hair turned pink, and Hyperion’s turned green,, but Oceanus caught Iapetus and Cronus and forced them to wash out the dye as punishment ^-^

anyways, what i’m saying is that Iapetus and Cronus have always been the closest of brothers.

i also think that Iapetus hates people who boast about themselves, or act as though they’re superior to everyone else, so he’s never really gotten along with Themis (who i imagine to be a little vain- more on that later), and that’s why he likes to play pranks on her (to irritate her).

Iapetus has five children- Prometheus, Atlas, Anchiale, Menoetius, and Epimetheus- by the Oceanid Asia... but i think that from all of them, Prometheus is the most like Iapetus.

i think Prometheus shares Iapetus’ mischievousness and his wit, which is exactly what causes him to end up being chained to a rock with eagles eating his liver :///

back to Iapetus though- i think he values loyalty a lot. so, during the Titanomachy, there is absolutely no question about him siding with Cronus- Cronus is his brother, and his King.. he set them free from Ouranos, and he even sacrificed his own children for the sake of peace, and, messed up as it is, i think Iapetus is pretty moved by that. 

i think Cronus always had more guts than the rest of the Titans, and Iapetus always admired that,, which is why he supports Cronus till the end,, and i imagine he must have been really disappointed in Prometheus when he learnt that Prometheus had sided with Zeus :(

THEMIS

okay so in the above section i said that i hc Themis to be a little vain.

now by “vain”,, i don’t mean that she was a narcissist or that she was arrogant,, but i think sometimes her siblings,, especially Iapetus,, would mistake her advice and counsel as sounding a bit self-righteous.

Themis is the goddess of divine law and order,, so essentially- justice. and i think that from all the Titans, she has the purest sense of right and wrong, and she’s incredibly wise and sensible.

so for the Titans that tend to bend the rules a little- like Cronus and Iapetus, sometimes her advice doesn’t go down too well.

additionally, justice isn’t always what we want it to be- it’s not always nice, and it’s not always pleasant, and sometimes it doesn’t feel fair. and Themis embodies that concept, which is why she doesn’t always get along with her siblings (to clarify though- none of the Titans hate each other!! they’re still siblings, and they love each other, pre-Titanomachy).

as an individual though, i think Themis is very outspoken. she’s very loud, and i think she is just a little judgemental.

it’s said that Themis had oracular powers, and that when Cronus became King, he made her the oracle- and i like that idea, it makes sense.

although Themis can be harsh, she always gives good advice and wise counsel, and only a complete dumbass would hear her words and choose not to heed them.

during the Titanomachy, Themis undoubtedly sides with Zeus. and after that, i think she continues to serve Olympus with her wisdom and judgement.

this isn’t strictly related to anything, but in Egyptian mythology, the goddess of justice is Ma’at, and i love the idea of Themis and Ma’at hanging out together, doing social justice things... awesome ^-^

MNEMOSYNE

finally, Mnemosyne <3

“Mnemosyne” is such a lengthy name, so i have this hc that her siblings call her “Mnemo” instead (like, Nemo) :D

anyways, Mnemosyne is the titan of memory, and her children are the Muses, who pretty much embody every aspect of the Arts, and i think that really hints at Mnemosyne’s character.

i hc Mnemosyne to be extremely gifted at pretty much everything.

but, even though she knows that she’s really gifted, she isn’t the kind of person to show off about it. she’s always gracious and willing to teach others her talents.

i think she has a really superb voice, and when the Titans were young, i think she might’ve sung for her younger siblings.

Mnemosyne is also a little feisty i think. she’s short-tempered, but in saying that, i think it’s difficult to make her angry.

again, a kinda random hc here but i really like the idea that Mnemosyne’s weapon of choice is a battle-axe. i mean, she’s this sweet, kind-looking goddess, but she’s swinging her battle-axe and is about to wreak real havoc. it’s great ^-^