#look i know prom doesn't have freckles

[beanclam]

My ffxv boyband album cover.

Stylebiting that CMYK squares format... it’s highly effective

[thorniest-rose]

I HAD ANOTHER THOUGHT. And I think it's a good thought. (Also, sorry, I flip between using all lowercase to--well, not. Depends on the mood. And I'm too chickenshit to come off anon. 😅)

What if CC all used to jack it together. Like, a good ol' fashion circle jerk, or whatever. And maybe now that Eddie is dating Steve, no one expected him to partake anymore...so naturally, they're a bit gobsmacked when the unthinkable happens: Eddie shows up, and brings Steve along. Once they get into it, none of 'em can quite grasp that they're all currently beating their meat with Steve Harrington in the room.

Maybe Steve joins in, maybe he just...watches. But I figure there are a couple ways of doing this:

The CC boys can't take their eyes off him as he plays with himself, and soon, it becomes clear this is different than what they usually do with each other; there is no denying that at this point, they're flat-out jerking off to / at Steve Harrington, not just near him. The noises he makes, his big hands, plush lips, the faces he's pulling, and how he tugs a but on his balls... One of them (I'm thinking Gareth?) sort of blurts out how pretty he is or how gorgeous he looks, and the noise Steve makes at that is going to be burned into their brains until they die (any maybe even after).

Or maybe Steve can't take his eyes off Eddie and winds up sucking him off in front of his friends...closely followed by Steve blowing everyone else, because how could he NOT? And Eddie said it was okay, that he deserved it for being such a good boy, and he wanted to show Steve off to the band, anyway; there is no better way to do that than to share Steve’s mouth.

Steve’s only rule is he's not allowed to swallow anyone's load but Eddie's. Steve is eager to please and wants nothing more than to be something Eddie is proud of, so our boy gives it his all. Knowing Steve, he might even come untouched while he's doing all this.

OH SHIT, or maybe Steve is playing the naked footstool as punishment at the circle jerk! He was naughty, so he doesn't get to play this time.

Oh my god... YES. Because all of CC had crushes on Steve in high school, it's one of the things that brought them together, not just being misfits who loved metal and D&D and epic fantasy novels, but because they all had a thing for prom king Steve Harrington. And a couple of years later, Eddie's parading Steve around all the time because they're dating?? Never in their wildest dreams would they think this would happen, or that Steve would be such a slut for their attention.

So when they all have a "special night in" together, this is usually what happens. Eddie tells Steve to strip and they all have fun with him. Usually its just them watching him touch himself as they jerk off, their praise and encouragement making Steve blush and bite his lip as he twists his nipplea and pushes a finger inside himself, all of them coming at the sight of his hard dick and his pretty pink hole, which is the exact shade of his mouth. But when it's a very special occasion, they get to touch him too, their hands in his hair and pinching his nipples, or Steve blows them each in turn, letting them fuck his face before coming on his face or on his freckled chest, before he crawls over to Eddie and begs to be fucked, and Eddie always obliges because he's so revved up from watching Steve go down on all his friends, and loves showing off how beautiful and slutty Steve looks while he's riding his cock. They're all obsessed with him and at the end of these nights, Steve feels extra special and loved so everyone wins 🥰

[areyoureddieforittaylorsversion]

The King - Chapter One

Okay, so, first of all, before I get to the actual story, I should probably give y'all content warnings. In this story, (not necessarily in this chapter), there will be smut, homophobia, homophobic language, underage drinking/smoking, and possible mentions of self harm. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read! That being said, I hope you like it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Eddie wakes up to The Cure blasting in his ear like he always does. Fucking Richie. Forcing him to listen to his stupid music so early in the morning. He pushes the headphones off of his head, letting his Walkman clatter to the ground beside his bed. 

He rubs his hands over his face before he sits up, moving his blanket off. He stands up, running his hands through his hair. Eddie never likes waking up so early. His limbs feel heavy and his head hurts.

He walks over to his dresser, pulling his shirt over his head before looking through his drawer for another one. Before he can actually find one, he hears the familiar knock at his window. Richie. He does this every morning.

Sure, his mom probably wouldn't let him in. She doesn't like Richie very much. Says he's a queer and that you shouldn't be hanging out with a boy like that, Eddie and I will not let him in my house. But she can't stop him from seeing him when he wants, so he climbs in through Eddie's window. 

Eddie sighs before walking over to the window and opening it, popping the screen out of the sill so Richie can climb in.

"Hey, Eds." Richie says with a grin, swinging his legs inside his room. "Nice tits."

Eddie rolls his eyes, grabbing a shirt and tugging it over his head. "Fuck off." 

"You're feisty today, Eds." Richie says with a laugh, standing up and messing with his hair. 

Don't let that dirty boy touch you, Eddie. You know what it does. 

Eddie frowns, folding his arms over his chest and walking over to his bed, picking up his Walkman off the floor. 

"Why're you here, Rich?" Eddie asks, holding it to his chest. 

"What? I need an excuse to see my best friend?" Richie asks with a grin.

Don't listen to what he says, Eddie. He's just trying to make you queer too. It's all lies. All lies, Eddie, do you hear me?

"When you're sneaking in through my window, yeah." Eddie says. 

"Sneaking is a strong word." Richie says. "I just like to see you and your mom, as much as she likes me in bed, doesn't seem to like me much elsewhere."

Don't do it, Eddie.

"Shut up." Eddie says, setting his Walkman on his bedside table. 

"You ready for school, my love?" Richie asks, holding out his arm like he's inviting him to prom.

Don't be like him. You're not like that, Eddie. 

"Yeah, just gotta grab my bag." Eddie says, walking around his bed and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Be quiet, we have to go out the front door."

"Sure thing, sweetcheeks." Richie says, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

You're not like him. You're not a faggot, Eddie. You're my son.

They walk quietly down the stairs and reach the kitchen before Eddie's mom shouts for him.

"Eddie-bear, are you leaving?"

You're a good boy, Eddie, don't let him ruin that.

"Yeah, Ma, just leaving for school!" He calls after her, covering Richie's mouth so he doesn't say anything stupid. 

"Alright, be careful!" 

"I will!" He says before grabbing Richie's hand instead and tugging him out the door. 

He'll get you in trouble, Eddie. You know what happens to people like him.

"You really wanted me to be quiet, huh?" Richie laughs. 

"I can't risk my mom finding out what you do every morning." Eddie says, glancing over at him.

Fuck.

You know what happens to queers, Eddie. You know what happens and you know they deserve it.

Richie is smiling at him with that stupid grin. God, he's so fucking pretty it's not even fair. He doesn't give Eddie even a chance to be straight with the way his fucking eyes shine and his unruly black hair falls in them. His fucking freckles and smile and fuck, Eddie hates it.

"Don't want your mom finding out you hang out with in your room? With the door closed?" Richie teases.

You be careful around him, Eddie. Before you know it, he'll have changed you.

"Yes." Eddie says, matter-of-factly. "You don't know how mad she'd be." 

"I think I do, Eds." Richie says. "I mean, I fuck her all the time, I think I know her by now."

"Shut up." Eddie mumbles. 

"You know I don't do that, my love." Richie says and Eddie simply rolls his eyes in response, a soft smile on his face.

No matter what he says, don't listen, Eddie. Don't listen to his lies.

They walk in silence the rest of the way to school but it's a comfortable silence. Everything is always comfortable with Richie. Just sitting in silence makes him happy. 

God, he hates how he feels about Richie. He hates it with everything in him and he tries to pretend it's not there. 

No matter how he makes you feel, Eddie. Do you hear me? He's just making you think these things. Be good, Eddie. Don't be stupid.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

and it to orphan for decord

Ask Game

It - Describe the scariest thing or person your oc could face. Is this the root of their fear or an irrational phobia?

There's a man in front of him, a man that looks familiar. But looks different. He can't explain it. Like the man's face is too blurry to see but something about him draws Decord to him. But before he can reach the man, the man bursts into flames. And Decord is left hearing the pained screams.

The Omen - Describe your oc's childhood friend. What were they like? Why were they drawn to each other? And are they still friends? If not, why?

Pale skin, freckled cheeks, red eyes that betray a certain sadness a child shouldn't hold. His hair was short, chin length, dark and silky. He spoke in quiet tones, as if afraid to speak too loud. Calm. Eerily so. A child shouldn't behave in the way he did. But maybe, rank aside, that was why Decord was so drawn to him despite their age difference. Decord wishes they were still friends. But nobody of that life can know him anymore.

Misery - Your oc is snowed in. What do they get up to? Can they even handle cold weather?

Decord can't particularly feel the cold that much anymore. Being partially dead and all that. He'll try to get out though, see if he can get the door open. If he can't, he'll just opt to read beside the fireplace. Good excuse to do no work, he supposes.

The Ring - How does your oc feel about the ocean? Is it calming? Or scary? What's their favourite or least favourite part?

The ocean is a source of power for him. Something that he can wield and use to his advantage. It can be calming as it can be dangerous. He respects the sea, and in turn, it respects him. He loves the dark grey waves on a stormy day. The way they crash against the rocks. He hates the smell.

The Shining - What is your oc's dream vacation destination? Describe where they'd like to stay, not necessarily the place but the lodgings. Why are they drawn there?

A dark cabin in the woods, ironically. Tall trees and misty, maybe in the spring or fall. A nice wooden cabin, with vaulted ceilings. A comfortable double bed. Isolated and away from people. It's a dream to him. To relax away from people.

Carrie - Did your oc attend prom? If they didn't, why? If they did, who did they go with? How did they dress?

I don't think this world has prom, but he would have. And he would have gotten laid by his hot prom date who was probably the prom queen lol.. he dressed Very Nice. Rich boy.

Black Christmas - The phone is ringing. Does your oc answer it? Do they wait for a specific ring? Do they ignore it? If they do answer, how?

He lets it ring to voice mail, Dec doesn't give a shit. It ain't his problem. They can leave a voice mail or text.

Texas Chain Saw Massacre - Road trip time! Who are they going with? Your oc's preferred road trip position(map, driver, snack distributor, dj, ect)? Obligatory, what is their gas station snack/drink?

Probably Galin, maybe Sulien and Ajax. He prefers to drive so he doesn't have to listen to the others and can just focus on the road. His gas station drink of choice is a black coffee from the weird questionable coffee machine. And also sour patch kids.

Orphan - What scared your oc most as a child? Was this fear rational or irrational? How does it compare to your oc as an adult?

He was terrified of drowning as a child. Kind of funny his adult fear has become fire. His fear wasn't super rational, he could swim just fine! He never had any near misses. He was just soooo scared of drowning lol

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 49 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

After the fall of Theo, there were a few things that happened.

The first is that the next day I woke up to the doorbell ringing incessantly.

I decide to go get it so Lucien doesn't have to, considering he got back to the house in the early morning and collapsed right into bed.

I open the door to see my three friends standing there, Lylah, Wren, and Jay.

I'm prepared to go into a whole explanation about why I never told them about being from Dark Moon when all three of them crush me in a hug.

"You don't have to explain anything."

"You're our best friend."

"We love you."

I hug them back as tight as I can, so grateful for their words.

"Thank you guys," I tear up. "You all mean the world to me."

The second thing that happened was that after Daemon, Tristan and Lucien all hassled the council, it was decided I could stay in the pack as long as I got my Dark Moon mark removed and replaced with a Shadow Pack one.

I gladly cooperated. Good riddance.

And the third thing... well it's happening tonight.

Right now I'm getting ready for Daemon to pick me up.

We're doing a kind of... redo, I guess, of our failed first date.

I've decided, though, that I'm going to count our first date as the time we snuck off to the lake together, right after we kissed for the first time.

That's one of the best memories in my life.

But anyways, I decide I'm going to have to do it up tonight, appearance wise.

I want to look nice for him.

And while Lylah says he'd love me even in a trash bag, I want to go above and beyond.

I shower and use all kinds of soaps and shampoos so I smell good.

I brush my hair and blow dry it so it fluffs up.

I also apply some light makeup, just a hint of blush and highlighter, nothing more because I don't want to conceal the freckles Daemon loves so much.

Lastly, I apply some chap-stick and white eyeliner to go with my all white outfit.

I was originally going to wear the outfit for prom but since that never happened I decide there's no better time to wear it than now.

As I'm pulling the clothes out of the dresser I spot the lacy underwear Lylah had given to me before everything went to shit.

My stomach twists in excitement.

I pull off my clothes and slip the panties on, walking over to the mirror to see how I look.

The underwear barely conceals anything with it's see through material but it compliments my figure and accentuates the dip of my waist and curve of my hips and butt.

I squeal, dancing around like an idiot because for once in my life I feel totally confident in my looks and I can't wait for him to see me.

It's rare and it's probably temporary but I'm too happy to care.

I pull on the rest of the outfit.

A cream croqueted shirt, some low-rise boot cut jeans in the same color and to top it off, a simple pearl choker.

Satisfied with everything, I slip on my shoes and bound downstairs.

Lucien's reading a book in the living room and he looks up when he sees me.

"Someone looks excited," he smiles, closing his book and getting up to walk over to me.

"Do you like my outfit?" I ask him giddily.

"It's very nice," he chuckles.

I hear the sound of a car pulling up outside and my heart jumps.

"I think he's here."

"Wait, Ash. Er... how do I say this?" Lucien scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

I tilt my head in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

What could it be?

"You two are using some form of contraceptive, right?"

"Oh," my face goes red and I look down, completely mortified.

So he knows. I mean, of course he does.

"Um D-Daemon gets the p-pill for me," I reply, embarrassing myself even further because I'm exposing the fact that we do it raw.

But when I was in heat, that was the only way to calm me down.

It also feels nicer, in general.

"Ah. Okay. Good," he chuckles nervously. "Fifty is too young to be a grandfather."

"L-Lucien," I squeak, covering my face with my hands.

I didn't know it could get worse from him knowing his own son bangs me.

"I'm sorry, my boy. Go have fun," he ruffles my hair and I give him a hug.

"Bye," I exclaim before I'm rushing out the door, thankful to leave that painfully awkward situation behind.

But it shows that Lucien cares, and I appreciate it. I walk down the steps to where my mate waits, a bouquet of roses in his hands.

He's not wearing a suit, of course he isn't and I wouldn't want him to.

I like him how he is.

My rugged Daemy dressed in his dark jeans and leather jacket.

When he sees me his eyes widen and fill with affection and I nearly tear up at how he's looking at me.

He holds a hand out to me but I don't take it, instead throwing myself into his arms.

Instantly he's picking me up and spinning me around as I bury my smiling face into his neck.

"You look beautiful," he says softly into my ear and I blush, my heart warming at the compliment.

Still holding me up, he observes my face, eyes trailing over my features.

"You put on white eyeliner, right?"

"Yes," I giggle, not expecting him to know a specific makeup term.

"It suits you. Matches your hair," he grins, kissing me again as he sets me down. "Your whole... thing," he refers to my outfit. "Its super cute," he says in adoration.

"I'm glad you like it," I blush. "You look so handsome, too," I say, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

It's his turn to blush now because his face reddens and he looks away, holding my hand as he guides me to his car.

Cutie. He can't take a compliment.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," he grins to himself, obviously excited about whatever he's gonna show me.

When we reach our destination, I don't know what to expect.

He parks the car and we get out but I'm confused.

We're in a neighborhood with just a few houses.

But he takes me by the hand and leads me to one of them.

It's two story but small and it looks really cozy with the deep brown paneling and dark tinted windows.

"Are we visiting someone?" I ask.

He shakes his head, pulling me to him and wrapping an arm around my waist as we both face it.

"This is my house."

My eyes widen.

"What?"

"The council... they felt kind of responsible for everything that happened to me because of Theo. As compensation, they moved me out of the pack house. To here. So I can live close to Lucien. I mean, it's not free, exactly. I had to do some co-payments and of course the rent is on me but... I really wanted it."

"T-that's amazing. I'll be able to visit you more easily too."

"Baby," he has a knowing smile on his face. "I want you here. With me."

My jaw drops, the proposal taking me by surprise.

"What? Me??"

"No, that cricket on the ground," he says sarcastically and I look down, shrieking as said cricket jumps toward me.

He bursts out laughing and I cross my arms, pouting up at him.

"Still, Daemon. H-How can...are you sure? You wouldn't rather choose like, Tristan or someone?"

Daemon looks at me in disbelief.

"Why the hell would I want to live with Tristan and his cat that pisses everywhere?"

I can't help the giggle that escapes me but then I look down, uncertain.

I do want to live with Daemon, I really do.

But what if something goes wrong?

What if he starts to find the odd things about me annoying rather than endearing?

And I also can't contribute much money-wise.

His large hand encases my small one, giving it a light squeeze.

"Hey, look at me," he brings his other hand to my chin, tilting my face up. I look into his dark eyes, worrying at first but what I see is all warmth.

"I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms every night. Is that not good enough of a reason?" he says, stroking my cheek tenderly.

"But I... I have nightmares, Daemon. Y-you've witnessed how bad they are. W-what if you can never sleep properly?" I ask sadly.

"Why would I want to sleep when my mate can't?" Daemon looks at me like I'm crazy.

"I'll feel bad. A-and there's other things, too..."

"Whatever problems arise, we work through them together. I'm not going to let you hide away from me and keep everything to yourself. Okay?"

My lip trembles but then I nod, burying myself in his chest.

"O-Okay."

[loversdelusions]

How would yandere Deku(different versions like pro hero, villain, villain waifu, vigilante and stuff) react to the reader saying that she’s never been to a dance or a prom before and she’s love to go for one? She just never had the chance like me *sigh* Unfortunately I can only day dream about proms and stuff like that since my school doesn’t organize things like that L

Me too dear anon. We both may daydream of beautiful green-haired freckled bastards twirling us in his arms.

Pro Hero Deku would watch your reaction. If you were upset about this, he'd definitely be more gentle, but it really depends on you. He doesn't really get it, but he'd try to be understanding, really. If you were upset, he'd ask you to go out, maybe go dancing, to substitute the aura of a prom. Especially if you were dying to wear a big prom dress, there is so much you could do to compensate because being a pro hero has its quirks.

He'd take you to parties in ballrooms and gowns and fuck you really needed to help him dress because he's not used to being formal, and his fashion sense is.... questionable (at best).

So really, don't worry about it. Parties with dresses and friends and music are all something you'll get to live through it all, but now with alcohol.

Villain Deku is the person I see doing the most, you hear the sentence, 'the villains would burn the world for you.' ? Yeah, that's the epitome of what he was. As long as he's truly fallen for you. Because Villain Izuku cares. A lot.

So he might not have hero friends that he feels okay inviting (I doubt Bakugou would rush to the scene), but he would definitely take you to a dilapidated, abandoned building and push the speakers to work, allowing the songs to echo from the walls. He'd stress you to wear a ballgown as extravagant as possible and would die to have your first dance.

He'd pull you in to dance, and he'd give you that goofy smile, and ask you softly if this is what you hoped for if a dance with your soulmate in a ballroom alone -so that no matter what, both of you will only see each other- was truly what you'd imagined.

"Izuku, you know I'll only see you anyways," Your smile was flirtatious, and he would lean in to kiss you. You couldn't tear the grin off his face if you'd wanted, because the more you proved to him he could trust you, the more he fell in love with you, the more maniacal his smile becomes, the more extravagant his actions for you become and the more he unhinged he became, because he knew you'd never leave, because you loved him! And he loved you!

So dance, laugh and enjoy your time because any words of love that comes from you are amplified in his brain. It's amplified beyond comparison. You won't even realise how deep into obsession he's become until someone burns for looking at you funny.

that moment isn't just for you, oh it means the world to him.

Yandere Deku knows you haven't had a prom, please he knows every little thing, you cannot hide anything from him. So be sure he noted your lack of socializing. Though I don't believe he'd do much about it. He's much too concerned about you adjusting well to your new life. If you'd insisted, mentioning it offhandedly or something, he'll cave and take you to one of the parties full of heroes, warning you though to be fucking careful with what you say.

Don't try anything in terms of escape, because while he will drag you across the room to accompany him while he socializes, and he'll definitely introduce you as his fianceé, he'll even joke about you wanting to run away as some sort of inside joke. So believe it that no one will believe you except one man, who will have almost zero chance of appearing anyway. It's almost like Deku orchestrated it to be this way.

Either way, Kacchan isn't here, and you aren't getting away.

Try something, and you'll never be able to see the sun again- He'll be sure of that. If you're good, you'll be able to go out more often, but you'll definitely be rewarded when you get home.

Villain Waifu Deku is different because he's more excited to have fun with you, and all of his friends rather than make you happy with him. He wants to have an explosive type of goddamn party fun. So unstable there is a chance three of you will be found outside blacked out to shit. It's not about ballrooms and dances but it's about speakers that burst the walls and getting high and drunk with your friends.

Ummm so he might say some weird shit, you won't understand, maybe you'll be confused because he's calling missing people dead, or some weird things you've never thought he'd even now. You didn't think he was so involved still with hero business. You knew he still enjoyed looking through hero news, but you'd never really thought he kept such a close eye on the news.

The next day it'll be tough to clean up, the house and the bullshit that spilt from his lips last night, though he's paranoid and grown sloppy from the lack of consequence, he's only in luck that no one fucking noticed. I guess people being drunk kinda saves you from your own drunk high truth serum phase.

It's always a relief when luck is on his side. Though he still had fun with you though. Taking you to dance with him, laughing and kissing and touching like you did when you were younger, really made him fall for you even harder. How could he forget how amazing you were? Perhaps you'd been too tired lately, now that you'd been resting, now that you were laughing, and having fun, he wanted to cry in happiness.

He wanted you to be happy because he was.

A party is a party, drinking is just drinking, But your fucking laugh? It made him crumble to his knees.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

it started with the five of them—roy, donna, dick, garth, and wally—clustered around the fluffy rug in wally's room, staring at wally's battered old computer. wally knows them all so well, could pick any one of them out of a face-less line up by a hitchhiker's thumb or a freckle on the knee or an ugly scar, he knows them all so well and he's terrified.

or maybe it could be traced back to weeks ago, with roy and dick, their resident rich kids, helping wally pick out a prom outfit. it was quite the memory, an awkward and gangly wally west being shoved around in the fanciest clothes his tiny local mall had to offer. his cheeks were flaming red but roy was all casual confidence and an ease wally envied, and dick was like lightning, wild and luminous against his insipid town, and his eyes lingered on them both a hint too long. (wally could barely get his chosen shirt on anyway, because it had these ribbons in the back and—well, wally isn't sure he's ever had his hands in something this expensive, and that includes the time he was bitten by a prize winning racehorse.)

or maybe even before that, with an offhand comment roy made to garth, their childhood rivalry tempered by time to a certain sort of bickering that made the rest of the titans just sigh, at this point. roy had been needling garth, ("aww c'mon, leave the fishboy to his eighty-seven page soliloquy on dick's tiny waist or whatever he's fixating on this week—", "—shut up roy, it's an assignment from atlantis"), when wally had startled and looked away from his plate of pop tarts to stare at roy, feeling something shift, feeling the tilt of the galaxy, because he hadn't been aware that was even an option that was allowed.

however it started, it had ended up here: the five of them in the room wally has in the west-allen household, as opposed to the west household, because if wally's parents ever caught the slightest hint of what wally was looking up, he was pretty sure he'd be shipped off to live with aunt iris permanently.

"oh, i'll do it," donna finally said. she turned on the computer, waiting the minute or so it took to boot up. then, she grinned wryly at the result on the screen, the reason wally had called them all here in a series of panic-induced phone calls.

"it's still there, isn't it?" wally said, flopping face-down on the carpet.

"you know those things aren't even all that accurate anyway, right?" said roy.

"well if i thought i had reason to take it in the first place, then it can't be all that wrong, can it?" came the muffled reply.

donna turned around to frown at the back of wally's head. "i'm still not completely sure why you're so worked up about this anyway."

"i am," dick said. "y'know, i didn't think your conservative midwestern parents could ever have anything in common with gotham's upper class, but apparently i was wrong."

the five of them stared at the computer for a little longer before wally burst out, "what does 43% queer even mean?"

"maybe it means you're only gay from, like, your head to your stomach, and maybe one of your arms. and the rest is straight," roy offered, poker-face impenetrable.

garth threw a pillow at his head. "it doesn't mean anything," he said. "it atlantis, these things don't really matter. the only thing that does matter is what you think, how you take it."

"but this isn't atlantis, garth," wally said, lip raw and red from his compulsive habit of biting it when he was stressed, and lord jesus was he stressed right now. "things are different here."

roy and dick shared a glance because, as wonderful as atlantis and themiscyra sounded, things were different here. dick's rather progressive high school in a progressive city on the east coast was one of the first to have allowed what they delicately phrased "heterosexual and non-heterosexual couples" at prom, but some of the violence that happened at other schools across america was well-known. not to mention the prejudices wally's parents had shoved in his head, everything he'd taken the effort to unlearn and everything the rest of them had taken the effort to teach him, shoving it off bit-by-bit like a barnacle-ridden anchor slung with seaweed and shit.

a pause, then. "they're gonna hate me for this," wally mumbled.

and the other four could bring themselves to disagree, because they didn't know, they didn't know. they were kids—grinning wild in the gleam of moonlight with stars on their skin and comet-dust in their hair—only just children. and the world was a cruel, battering storm that they got up to fight every day, them and hundreds of others, and some days it seemed as though it was never enough.

"barry and iris won't," dick said resolutely. "and we definitely won't. you're our friend bar nothing, wally, and that isn't going to change."

wally isn't quite convinced, his mind completely blanking right now while flirting with the edge of sheer panic, but looking at the care, the protection, the torn-lipped love on his friends' faces and the sound of uncle barry and aunt iris bustling in the kitchen makes it—better, somehow. and so, a little weak and a little wavery, with the slow, yawning grace (or lack thereof) of a turtle churning its way out of the muck, wally smiles up at them.

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give it like 5 years wally they'll all realize they're queer. happy pride everyone!

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[dancingazaleas]

𖨆. 07 / all for us

summary: it feels as if god is blessing you personally when levi decides to spare you. but as the day goes on, you can’t help but notice things and ask questions, some of which you didn’t ask.

note: why was this chapter so hard to write

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @stupid-stinky @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume @quacksonlover81 @gipumar

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of drinking and driving, vomiting, mentions of blood, mentions of ocd, the reader is confused

LEVI ackerman knew he wasn't a good person. he knew from the moment he watched his uncle slaughter a man in front of him at the age of eight.

levi knew the moment he killed a man for theft. he knew the moment people would cower before him in highschool when he'd walk through the halls. he knew the moment he was sucking the smoke from a cigarette into his mouth.

he knew the moment he found himself fighting police officers. he knew the moment he was pushed against the hood of a car with his hands cuffed behind his back.

he knew the moment when erwin smith sat down in front of him with no emotion written on his face. the moment when erwin said he knew levi had done it, but he would be defending him either way. the moment when levi disobeyed the oath as he spat out his testimony. the moment the gavel was slammed down along with the verdict of 'not guilty'. the moment he stepped into the sunshine, erwin's hand in his, for the first time in months, knowing damn well he didn't deserve it.

but levi didn't care, he never did. the world he was born into was cruel. he had to fight for his place at the top, for his food, for his clothes, for everything. if no one cared about him, then why should he care for others.

but as he stares down at you trembling from fear on the floor, he can't help but think that he's incorrect.

"please don't hurt me again," you plead in a whisper, tilting your head to the floor.

levi only sighs, walking in and shutting the door behind him. he crouches in front of you, hand now awkwardly stroking your head.

"what happened," he asks, and it's something that comes as a shock to you. you were slightly prepared for a beating.

you snap your head up to look at him in shock.

"what have you got in your hands," he points at the scrapbook held to your chest.

"oh!" you fumble to show him, "i saw this earlier... i wanted to look but i didn't think you'd allowed me. i'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

"i would've let you, i barely look at this thing anymore. can you tell me what happened now," he scoffs at the front cover of the scrapbook.

"when i was going to put it back, a book on the shelf fell. then another book on the top shelf fell off, so i used the lower shelves as a ladder. as you can see, it didn't work," you look ashamed while you gesturing towards the shelf.

he just huffs, "go sit on the couch. we can look through that book after i clean."

you obey and watch levi heft the bookshelf back onto its legs. his fists clench as he looks down at the pile of books surrounding his feet.

hastily, levi's picking up the books by the color and placing them back onto the shelf. when he's finished, he takes a step back to look at it. he's unsatisfied, instead more frustrated as he starts to take all of the books off of the second bookshelf he has.

but in the middle of taking the books off the shelf, he twitches and taps the book against the wood five times. he's putting the books back onto the shelf, going back to the other bookshelf and taking all the books off of that.

you stare in absolute bewilderment. the shelves had looked perfect and identical to you, not to mention clean. as he's in the midst of taking the books off the shelf, he taps the book against the wood again.

and with that, he's placing it all back onto the shelf again. he sighs in relief after he's checked everything, finally trotting to you and plopping down next to you on the loveseat.

nervously, you scoot closer to him in order for you both to be able to see the scrapbook. he watches you flip it open past his baby picture, instead turning to the page that showed his mother feeding him.

"that's my mom, kuchel," he gently rubs his finger on the photograph, "think i was around a year at this point."

humming, you flip to the next page. when you realize it's the picture of levi at his mother's funeral, you try to flip the page but levi stops you.

a sigh, he explains, "my mother always had a very weak immune system, according to my uncle. because of where we lived, we both ended up getting deathly ill and we were too weak to get any help. i had to watch her die and wait for someone to come check up on us."

"i'm assuming it was your uncle," you tilt your head.

"it was. he took me in afterwards, gave me food and a shower. he even taught me how to hold a knife and how to fight for future reference. he had some work to do while i would fight for food."

you point to the one of levi standing in front of a building. to which he replies with, "first day of kindergarten. my mother was still alive back then so she decided to take the picture."

he turns the page for you, a relieved look in his eyes at he stares at the next photograph. it's a picture of levi, in high school, wearing a tux while standing next to another man with a bubbly girl holding onto levi as she holds up a peace sign.

the boy, who's also wearing a tux, has ice blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that obviously hasn't been styled. he's got a gentle smile on his face while he looks at both the girl and levi, someone who levi was obviously fond of.

the girl has dark red hair in low and loose ponytails with freckles painting her tan cheeks. her eyes shine an emerald green along with her pearly white teeth.

"that's... isabel and farlan. met them in 8th grade, and we were at junior prom in this. farlan took me as his date while isabel went stag. i'm glad i still have this picture."

you resist the urge to fight back the joke of his type in men, instead asking, "are you not friends anymore?"

levi stays quiet for a moment, "they died in a horrible car crash a month later. some asshole decided to drink and drive while driving a semi. rear ended them at 45 miles per hour and killed them on impact. isabel was slouching in her seat and farlan was hunched over the wheel apparently. it was gruesome."

"i.... i'm so sorry," you reluctantly touch his arm.

he waves his free hand up and down in dismissal, despite hurt he actually was, "it's fine. happened years ago."

he turns the next page in order to distract himself from the sheer awkwardness that bathes the room. the next picture is of him, around the age of 24, standing in the sunlight while he smiles softly to the sky.

"erwin was my attorney, before he became a prosecutor, when i went to jail. he proved me not guilty and this was the picture he managed to take of me right after we left the courthouse. it was the first time i'd seen the sun without handcuffs on in months," he huffs with slight annoyance at the memory, something that surprises you just a bit.

"why'd you get arrested?"

"nothing you need to worry about," telling you would only make you fear him more. and that would be a pain to deal with.

the next page after is blank, along with the rest that follow.

"i stopped because i thought it was stupid," he crosses his arms, nudging the back of the scrapbook with his knee.

"i don't think it's stupid," you shake your head, fingertips gently tracing the grainy and textured paper.

"why's that?"

"well," you smile a bit while your mind wonders to the scrapbook pieck made you one year for your birthday, "it shows you the good memories that you might've missed as the time passed. reminds you that there's something in every little small day. it helps you keep the memory alive, even if some of it is upsetting, and i think it shows how much you've changed as a person."

levi stares at you, slightly flustered at your words as you relook at the photographs with gentle hands.

he stands up, "i just remembered the tea." ah, a sound excuse. if only levi had made tea.

you watch as he seems to rush out of the room, something you shrug off while gently putting the scrapbook on levi's desk and laying back down on the couch. you play another movie on the television that hangs on the wall, perking up when levi walks back into the room with a tray. it holds finger sandwiches and some lettuce mixed with some fruit in a small bowl along with tea. cracked sunflower seeds sit on a small plate on the side, and you feel yourself droll when you realize at there's cheese, lettuce, and ham on your sandwich.

levi places it on your lap, simply nodding at your kind, "thank you, levi."

he doesn't answer and just goes back to his desk, while you chew quietly.

it stays that way until erwin comes home.

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it isn't until your eyes are fluttering open that you realize you've fallen asleep. you flinch at the sight of erwin's face close to your's, but slowly relax when he pulls away.

"i'm sorry, i didn't think my kiss would wake you," he places a loving hand on your head.

"'s fine, probably needed to get up anyway," you reply groggily while rubbing an eye, "how long have i been asleep for?"

"levi said since a little bit after lunch. it's only three o'clock at the moment," he sits on the edge of the couch, smiling at how you shuffle to accommodate him.

"sandwiches must've been tasty.... did you just get off work," you sigh and snuggle up under the thin blanket that's been laid on top of you while you were sleeping.

erwin lays his large hand on your cheek, which has you tense for just a moment and then relaxing.

"i got off a little while ago but i needed to run errands," a thumb strokes at the apple of your cheek, something that you disgustingly find comfort in.

"where did levi go?"

"went to make himself some tea," he chuckles with a shake of his head, "he claimed that he felt withdrawals."

you shake your head while laughing, "i doubt he said that. how was work?"

"i guess i can say it was adequate. i missed you and levi the whole day, but would often get distracted by my clients and their necessities. i'm dealing with a kidnapping case at the moment. a girl around your age named ymir was recently found by her girlfriend, historia. i can't say anything more," he pulls his hand away from you and uses it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you feel yourself get the chills.

he's.... working on a kidnapping case.

he's prosecuting.... a kidnapper.

he's punishing someone who's doing the same thing as him. someone who took away a girl and kept her trapped for months. god knows what the man did to the girl.

and here you are, letting erwin hold your cheek and looking through an old photo album with levi.

you feel sick to your stomach, shooting up while slapping a hand to your mouth and grabbing at her's shirt.

"i'm gonna throw up," you barely are able to speak without the feeling of your food coming out of your stomach.

startled, erwin stares, "what?"

"can... need a can," you gag and lean over the edge of the couch.

erwin gets up when he realizes just what it is you're asking for, rushing across the room only for you to spill your guts out onto the floor.

it's been forever since you've thrown up, minus when levi kicked your stomach, and it has your whole body shaking. the intensity of it all has your nose dripping with blood and tears falling from your eyes, forcing you to seal your eyes closed.

"what happened here," levi sounds scared as he stands in the doorway, but before erwin can even finish his sentence levi is slamming the door behind him while he storms out.

erwin sighs with frustration, helping you scoot down the couch so he can place the trash can in front of you without the bottom being dirtied. with shaky hands, erwin's pulling all of your hair out of your face while you sob and gag into the trash.

it's ten more minutes before you're able to lay back down. blood and tears stain your face and you dazedly stare up at the ceiling.

"i'll be back with a towel and some water, levi will be back soon with an avalanche of cleaning products," erwin reassurances while he stumbles out of the door.

just as erwin leaves, levi enters. he's got a mask that covers his nose and mouth and rubber gloves that match with his cleaning apron. he's carrying a sponge, some spray, a towel, a broom/dustpan, along with some breath mints.

levi squats on all fours, scrubbing at the floor aggressively as he rides the room of the stench and the stain.

"s... sorry," you croak and levi grimaces.

he ignores you in order to keep scrubbing at the floor just as erwin rushes in with a warm towel and some water. he wipes off your blood, tears, and the mouth to rid you of your vomit. you look at him dazedly as he helps you drink the water he's given you.

levi passes a few breath mints to you when you're done drinking the water, which you eagerly take. you plop them into your mouth, sighing as you rest back against the couch cushions.

"take her to her room," levi orders erwin while spraying the spray onto the floor and couch.

erwin does so in silence, carefully carrying you to your room and laying you on the bed.

"levi won't hurt me will he...? please tell me he won't," you grit your teeth while holding onto erwin's shirt sleeve, tears welling up in your eyes.

"no, he won't. he's just scared," erwin grabs the hand on his sleeve and holds it in his own.

"of what?"

"uncleanliness. a while after he started living with me, i took him to a psychiatrist as i had noticed strange behaviors. he ended up getting diagnosed with ocd, and the psychiatrist thought it had to do with his upbringing in poverty. if things aren't a certain way or clean enough, it causes him to spiral," erwin explains carefully, trying to find the correct words and meanings as he speaks.

"doesn't that... give him more of a reason to hurt me...?" you squeeze his hand tightly and pulling it closer to you in fear.

"it doesn't. why are you insistent at how levi might hurt you," he bunches his eyebrows up in concern while scooting closer to you.

"he's done it so many times before... remember? if i say the wrong thing... i'll get slapped. if i make a mistake, he'll beat me.. i just don't want to hurt anymore," you sob hysterically, bringing your free hand up to your face to cover your eyes.

erwin stares in bewilderment. he hadn't realized just how much levi's beatings effected you. of course, they were supposed to affect you in some way, but not enough where you were terrified of making a wrong move.

"he won't hurt you unless you've deserved it, and you've done nothing in a while. he loves you," erwin stroked his thumb across your skin.

you raise your hand from your eyes to stare at him, heat swarming your face, "he does? he doesn't act like it.."

"of course he loves you," erwin smiles, "i love you as well. we'd never hurt you unless given a reason."

something about his sentence makes your head throb in pain. maybe it was the secret confusion that lingered in your head. they said they loved you, even though they kidnapped you and beat you half to death. but then again, they did provide you with things you'd mentioned to them before in order to keep you happy. they even bought a grand piano for you.

it has your heart speeding up and your body hot, bashfully looking to the side.

you loved them back didn't you? they'd treated you with such care, hadn't they? bathing you, feeding you, dressing you, and even visiting you. anytime they were around you, your heart would speed up and you'd get a weird feeling in your stomach.

that meant love, did it not?

subconsciously, you furrow your eyes and grit your teeth. they didn't love you. they were just crazy.

well, maybe they weren't crazy, maybe just misled. you've yet to learn about erwin's past, but based on the way he acts, you assume that it might be a sensitive topic. that had to be the only logical solution, right?

but if they weren't crazy, they'd let you outside, right?

but then again, the outside world could be dangerous at times. when you went outside last time, you did get scuffed and bruised because of the concrete. maybe they just wanted to protect you? that had to be it.

you open your mouth to reply, but the sound of your door opening and closing has you slamming it shut.

"she's still crying," levi asks while walking closer, frowning at how you grip erwin's hand tighter.

"it's best if i let you and her speak about it," erwin says sadly, letting go of your hand and making his way to the door, "alone."

you gulp as soon as erwin shuts the door behind him, staring at levi anxiously. he plops himself next to your body, just like erwin did before.

"please don't hurt me..."

sighing, he lays himself down next to you and pulls you close to him.

"i'm not going to hurt you," he pulls your head into his chest and wraps his arms around you, "not unless you deserve it."

"but...," you quiver, "you were so angry earlier."

"i wasn't angry. i was just... nervous, i guess. and it wasn't at you, or because of you, it was at the mess."

a silence floods the room as you relax in levi's embrace, heat once again spreading to your cheeks.

"what made you puke? i know lunch wasn't that bad," levi grumbles while rubbing your back, arm slightly stiff.

"erwin... was telling me about his case. the one about the girl getting kidnapped...," you tense up again while levi sighs.

"why would he tell you that? i swear he's gonna end up shooting himself in the foot one day," he shakes his head, "you're not like that girl."

"how so..."

"we did it because we love you, not because we wanted to use your body," he scoffs, "surprised you think of us that lowly."

"n-no! i-i don't," you exclaim.

"i know, i'm just teasing. but don't doubt us like that. we want to love you and care for you, not use you," you trace your finger in a circle at levi's sentence, embarrassment washing over you like a wave.

"you love me?"

"yeah, wouldn't do what i did otherwise."

"i think..." you furrow your eyebrows, unaware of the slightly shocked expression of levi, "i think i love you too..."

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

Okay so I saw asks are open so I have a idea, maybe Scott from Monster Prom with a S/O who cosplayers and hasn't exactly told him yet, so one day he finds his S/o head to toe cosplay, and is like who are you, his S/O is like Scott it's me, and he's like mmm no my S/O doesn't look like you, and only finally realizes it when he gets like a smell of them? Cause with werewolf scent is important way of identifying someone? Or if not scott maybe Damian doing his S/Os cosplay makeup? I love these boys!

Oh my GOD that is,, so canon I love it absolutely I will write this

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You blink several times to make sure your contacts are centered before looking at yourself in the mirror. Your wig was on right, none of your natural hair peeking through, your makeup was perfect with no missing details or smeary spots, and your outfit still looked just right with everything else combined with it. You smiled to yourself, basking in your success when you hear the door open. “Babe? I already forgot where I got it from but I’m holding a bag of raw meat. We can have it for dinner if you want!” You smile hearing Scott’s voice from the other room. Although you are a little bit concerned about why he has a bag of raw meat. And what kind of meat it is. “Babe? (Y/n) where-” When he reaches your door Scott stops in his tracks. You can feel his glare without even turning around. “Who are you?” “Wh-” “You don’t live here. Where’s (Y/n)? I thought I heard their voice-” You are not any less confused. Why is he not recognizing you? Oh, wait. It’s because you’re in the full cosplay get-up, isn’t it? “The room still smells like them what did you do.” Is he really- are you- is this- Well, to be fair the low braincell count is one of the reasons you fell so hard for him. “Scott, I am them.” He seems unconvinced. “Not possible, last time I checked they didn’t have weird colored eyes.” “I mean... That’s true, but still, it’s me, I know I’m me.” “You may sound like them and be about as tall as them but I know you aren’t (Y/n).” You pout, trying to think of something that could convince him that doesn’t involve taking off the hours of work you put into getting the costume on in the first place. “They’ve gotta be in here somewhere, it smells just like them. Did you hide them in the closet?” Oh, that’s an idea. “You really don’t believe it’s me?” He nods. “And you’re positive you can’t recognize me from my voice?” He nods again. “Okay, then why don’t you smell me? If I smell like me will that be enough proof?” He appears to mull it over for a few seconds (making some very cute faces as his brain obviously works very hard to think about it) before nodding a third time, agreeing to your terms. You stand still so he can come up and start sniffing you. It’s cute when you look past the weirdness. “...” Scott looks at you with puppy eyes. “(Y/n)! It is you! I thought you got kidnapped or something.” You laugh softly, strategically tilting your head when he hugs you so you don’t get your makeup messed up. “I know, I was the one you were accusing of kidnapping me.” “Right... Why do you look all weird?” You laugh again, wiggling out of his arms so you can grab your makeup, getting ready for the long process of explaining cosplay to him. You’re prepared for the hours worth of questions. You’re pretty sure you are at least.

And because I love him and cannot resist, here’s a little handful of headcanons for Damien helping you get ready:

He is very serious about the artistry of his craft and he will not tolerate you smudging the really fuckin’ good blush and freckles combo he’s giving you

“Stop fucking moving or you’ll mess it up.” “Stop making it tickle then.”

He cups your face very gently when he applies stuff. Like, you didn’t even think those hands could be that gentle

When he applies eyeliner it is extremely intimate

You two will be sitting in your room or in the dressing room of the school auditorium and he’ll be straddling you so he can get the lines sharp

If you mention the intimacy he’ll scoff and tell you it’s just to make sure it looks good

But he will not stop you if you grab his hips and pull him closer in your lap

Just don’t mess up that lipstick he spent like five minutes getting the corners perfect and no matter how good your makeout session is it will not make up for it

[jointhearumanati]

MHA OCS

Mahi Kaze-a girl with long straight light brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. Quirk: Paralyzing Breath-she emits a blue smoke from her mouth that paralyzes you when breathed in. Hero Name: Paralysis Hero Static Notes: I got inspired by a Vigilante Shinso Fanfiction with a girl named Tobe aka Rai I genuinely thought her hair was brown instead of blue I forgot the name but credit goes to the writer I genuinely fell in love with her this is just a tribute to Tobe. Also she kept her maiden name to avoid Paparazzi in her love life.

Midori Kaji-a Girl with a black spiky pixie cut, toxic green eyes, and freckles. Quirk: Toxic Blaze-she can create toxic green fire from her hands that is toxic to anyone breathing in the fumes. Villain Name: Toxi Notes: I got inspired by a Villain Deku Animatic by Galaxy Angelina My Favorite being Part 3 Nightmare honestly one of the best animatics ever created.

Daiki Hōshasei-a boy with short straight silvery-grey hair, green-yellow Skin, and yellow biohazard ☣️ eyes. Quirk: Radioactive-he can make his skin radioactive at will he is also able to control the potency and is immune to radioactivity Civilian Job: Radiation Oncologist Notes: He is Married To Mahi and have a daughter named Fumiko

Fumiko Hōshasei-a girl with a Silvery-grey straight pixie cut and green biohazard ☣️ eyes Quirk: Radioactive Breath-she emits green smoke from her mouth that is radioactive she can control the potency of it. Hero Name: Radiation Hero Raidi Notes: Sorry can't figure out how to change this color Also She is really good a Medical and Nuclear Disaster Support and had a hard time trying to figure out how to help people with her quirk as a hero she carries Tablets that absorb radiation for Villains she's caught.

Fuka Aisō-a beautiful girl with long wavy Aquamarine hair, fair skin, and aqua blue eyes. Quirk: Siren-she can make a person fall in love with her and do what she wants at will by singing she can control 3 people at once and they have to be attracted to women. Vigilante Name: Siren

Kako Shiryoko-a Half German Half Japanese Boy with a straight blonde bob, short stature, and green eyes. Quirk: Past Touch-anything his fingers touch he can see the past of however it makes his hands very sensitive and certain textures send something akin to a seasure through him he wears very special soft gloves to counteract this and to stop his quirk from activating. Hero Name: The Psychic Hero Past Life Notes: He is inspired by a dream I had and my sensory processing disorder I had a bad experience with a lotion glove and I had something similar to a seasure it was awful I'm in the process of getting gloves I have to feel something before I buy it it's really annoying and I had a dream about being a Jewish German boy in WW2 during the night of broken glass I truly believe it was a past life. Also his hero gloves have a eye pattern in the middle and the tips come off so he can touch things he's really good at rescue and recovery.

Aimi Shiryoko-a Half Korean half Japanese girl with a dark brown almost black straight pixie cut and beautiful central heterochromic eyes(look it up they're gorgeous). Quirk: Love at First Sight-anyone she looks in the eye falls in love with her and is immobilized the downside is if she blinks it'll fall away it however does not give her dry eye like Aizawa. Hero Name: The Attraction Hero Love at First Sight Notes: She is based on my best friend Who I am madly in love with problem is she's straight doesn't mean I love her any less even if I'll never be with her in the way that I want she has a rare eye mutation called central Heterochromia unlike Todoroki who has regular Heterochromia She has 2 colors in both eyes they are always a minty green and I wanna say amber or gold it affects 1 percent of the population they are absolutely breathtaking to look at and I'm autistic I barely know my parents eye colors. I have trouble looking people in the eye. She wore purple eyeshadow to prom long story short I tripped and ripped my dress. Not my smoothest moment but no regrets.

[authentic-bee]

Chanel Esem for @colourfullsims Love Island Challenge

My very first sim entry. Yoh, I had to gather up what I could find but I think it came together. I hope you like her🌕🌕

Name: Chanel Esem

Agee: 24

Gender: Female, she/her

Traits: outgoing, gregarious, dance machine, self-assured

Sexuality: no labels, yet

Birth Place: San Myshuno

Occupation: DJ/producing

Relationship status: Single, Duh!

Parents: 1

Siblings: 1

Chanel was named after her mother's favourite brand Chanel, of course. Her mother worked as a seamstress for a designer brand so Chanel grew up surrounded by fabrics, materials, and well beautiful clothing. Her mother was so convinced that she would also work in fashion one day. But honestly, Chanel never saw it as her passion. Though she loved watching the ladies - and men - work on bringing the designs to life, she wanted to find her own thing that spoke to her character. So, while studying in university, she took extra activities, from debating to building robots, all of dem. But she never felt passionate for any of it. It was until on one day when her and her friends went to groove at the club that she finally found her "calling"...music. So, after graduating, she left San Myshuno for Del Sol Valley where she worked as an intern for a big records company, Soul Moves Records. She loved it. More so that she got promoted as assistant to one of the biggest music producers Dushuan Monet. On the side she works as a DJ at a few clubs. She loves what she does. Not only does she earn a good amount of simoleans, she’s also met amazing people who she regards as close friends.

She is very outgoing, always keeping the conversation flowing. She knows a lot of people in Del Sol Valley so if you’re looking for someone in the Valley, she’ll probably help you find that person. She is quite work orientated, so she’s either working at producing music or prepping for a DJ gig. As mentioned before, music is her first love. Her biggest goal is to become a director at the records company she works at, or maybe own her own company, who knows.

She is a party animal. She knows how to have a good time. So if you need someone to hang with, she's your gal. You can find her on the dance floor breaking a move. So never challenge her to dance coz she’ll break your neck. If she’s not DJing, she right at the dance floor showing off all the new dance moves and more! (This is a secret, but she was part of a dance club called the Dance Masters when she was still in university.)

She is sort of a hopeless romantic. Her previous relationship ended two years ago. She was in a relationship with this guy who she started dating in High School. They were each other’s prom dates, lol. The relationship didn’t last since they both studied at different universities. Also, they both agreed they were heading into different paths that no longer made them compatible. Ever since then she's been out and about in the dating scene but hasn't made much progress. Although...she did fall in love with someone else while in university but she doesn't like to get into it. Even though she's very out there, she likes to keep certain things to herself a.k.a she's not very comfortable speaking about her love life.

At home, she's the baby of the family despite being a twin. She was very close to her twin brother. They talked almost everyday. But when he had to relocate to a place called Strangerville for his military career, things changed between them. They spoke less and less. She doesn't like to get into but let's just say whatever is happening there changed him...made him...slightly...delusional. She thought about traveling there to visit him but people, even her brother, warned her against it. But otherwise the only family that she has left is her dad. Her mother died when she was 14. She died from food poisoning after eating Neguri fish at a restaurant. The family sued the restaurant but lost since the restaurant had a policy: "eat at you own risk" which removed them from all responsibility. Losing her mother wasn't easy but with that brought her close bonds with her mother's friends, family and most important her dad. Her dad basically raised her and taught her many lessons one of which is to never fail at believing in yourself. And always. ALWAYS! Be a bad b! Coz no one else gon' do it for you.

But otherwise her mothers family and dads family all took care of her and her brother. A big ol' happy family, they say. And she loved it and cherishes it the most.

Though she's got a hard exterior, she very sentimental and values every relationship she forms with other sims. So if you get become her friend best be believe she will fight for you! #rideordie #meandmyhomegirl

*cough cough*

Anyways, when she heard about love island she was hesitant to join. Mostly because she hates being vulnerable. Because of her failed relationships she's hoping love island will force her to confront her love life. She's also hoping to find love on the island plus needs a break and fun and money. So, she hope's to join the show and mingle with an eclectic group of folks.

xxx

Ps: she has freckles you just can't see them 😅.

[xlucian-hell-cat90x]

As the sun sets over the hill looking over Insomnia, Jessica sits on the of the with my feet dangling precariously over the edge. Prompto joins me with his guitar. He strums a familiar tune as hums. Ignis is setting up his cooking area. Noctis putting up chairs as Gladio sets up the tents. Jessica opens her mouth and sings as her twin continues to play. Noct and Gladio were teasing each other as she sings. They grow silent.

Ignis smiles silently in the background as he watches the two. Noct grabs Prompto's camera and sneaks photos of the two. Gladio finishes up the tents and sits down, smirking. It has been a long time since Jessica had sung for them. In all honesty, she had a lot on her mind. She was worried about when the Empire would strike again. If she would ever see Nyx or Libertus again. She prayed every night that Nyx would regain his memories. She doesn't voice her worries because she doesn't want to stress the others anymore they are now.

She smiles as she looks over at Prompto and smile. It feels like such a long time since she has genuinely smile and relax. At the end of the song, the others clap from behind them. Jessica lays her head on his shoulder and sigh quietly. "I've missed hearing you sing." Gladio says, watching the two carefully. "Yeah, same here." Noct says from behind, playing on his phone. Jessica's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as she turns to see Ignis smiling at her. "I have to agree with the others. You have a lovely voice, my dear." Gladio nudges Noct. They laugh quietly as Prom stands up to go join them.

Jessica gets up and joins Ignis at the cooking area. "Let me help." She says as she takes the knife from Ignis and starts chopping vegetables for the stew Ignis decides to makes. He just nods as her hand lingers longer than it should have his. She decides that tonight she will talk to him about her feelings. After the stew was done and everyone had a bowl with a drink in hand. They eat in silence. Gladio watches as Ignis and Jessie stares silent glances at each other. When they are done eating, Gladio looks at the two boys. "Noctis, Prompto. Let's do the dishes. Give Ignis and Jessie a break." He says. Prom and Noctis nod as they watch the two lost in a conversation over a new recipe Jessie wants to try.

Gladio taps Ignis's shoulder and whispers in his ear. Ignis nods and stands. "Jessica, would you like a little walk with me?" Ignis asks like a true gentleman. He offers his hand to her. Jessica smiles and takes his hand without a hesitation. She knows Gladio is trying to help her. He knows how she feels about him. He also secretly knows how Ignis feels about her. As they walk a small ways away from the camp, Jessie looks up at the evening sky. "The sky is beautiful right now. There are so many pretty colors. " She gushes with a slight blush covering her freckled cheeks. "Indeed but not as beautiful as you are, sweetheart." Ignis admits with a smile.

"Mr. Scientia, is that flattery I hear?" Jessica teases as she turns to look at him. "I do not know what you are talking about. I'm just saying that nothing could compare to your beauty." He says as he takes one of hands in his and intertwines their fingers as he takes his other hand an pushes some stray hairs out of her tiny face. She smiles softly as she leans her face into his hand. " Ignis, there is something I need to talk to you about." I said looking into his emerald eyes. They twinkle in the lowering sun light.

"You sound serious. Have I done something wrong?" He asks as concern fills his voice and eyes. The smile fell from his face. "No! I just want you know that I have feelings for you. I have had these feelings for a couple of years now." She admits, hoping he feels the same way. He smiles brighter than before. "Jessica, I have wanted to you the same thing since I found out you made it out of Insomnia alive. The time was never right. My question is will you be my girlfriend?" He asks as he pulls her into a hug. "Yes." Jessica says as she pulls away from him. He looks into her grey and blue eyes then to her lips. "That's excellent news." He says quietly. He leans down and kisses her lips. She gasps as he pulls back. He smiles gingerly. "Wow." Jessica says. She laces her hands through Ignis's hair and pulls him into another kiss.

This time he licks her bottom lip as she open her mouth. He can taste the sweet taste of the soda she had with her food. She moans as he trails gentle, soft kisses down her neck. Then he returns to her lips as if he can't get enough of her sweet taste. "Ignis," She moans softly. "Yes dear?" He asks, breathless. He likes to hear her moans his name. " If we don't stop now, we will have to take a longer trip back to the car." Jessica warns with a soft smile and blush on her face. He chuckles as he leans his forehead against hers "You're right. I think we should head back anyways." He responds.

She nods as she fixes his shirt and hers. He takes her hand and leads her back. When they return, the only person outside the tents is Gladio. Jessica raises an eyebrow in question. He points one the tents where you could hear Noctis and Prompto on their phones. He pulls Ignis to side and talks him alone. Jessie yawns and heads for her tent. She zips it up and changes into some PJ's. As she steps out to get a water bottle, Gladio clasps her shoulder. "Bout time." Is all he says as he takes the other tent on the other side of the boys. Ignis comes over to her and kisses her forehead. "Goodnight,darling." He says softly. "Wait. Stay in the tent with me tonight. I don't wanna sleep alone. The nightmares are getting worse." Jessie pleas quietly. Ignis smiles. "Go on. I'll be there in a few minutes." He says. She goes back to the tent and lays down on her phone as she waits for him to do his rounds. A few moments later, he joins her. He removes his glasses as she does her. They lay them together. She lays down beside him. He pulls her to his chest and sighs. "Goodnight, princess." He says as she dozes off on his chest with a small, quiet sigh.

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#5

If noct did a sleepy confession and he was real tired I think he would just fall asleep. Prom would shoot up, ask him if he was being serious, not get an answer, awkwardly slide back down, and then just stare at the ceiling with thoughts racing through his head til he falls asleep w/o knowing

Oh yeah totally he just doesn't realise what he's said and just sleeps while Prom's internally screaming next to him

27 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 06:33:20 GMT

#4

Prompto and Noct playing video games together or trading the controller when the other dies

While Prom's playing Noct asks him out and due to shock, Prom dies in the game

He's in shock wondering if what he heard was real while Noct's apologising for causing him to die in the game

28 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 02:12:53 GMT

#3

More southern/hammerhead Prom hcs: (mostly cause someone said they wanted more in tags and me seeing that was like holy shit someone likes these. Plus I was talking with friends about this au I guess thing again)

- Prom's littered with freckles since he's living in the sun a lot. (He has way more than canon)

- unfortunately cause he's so pale he burns a lot so cue Cindy reminding him to top up on suncream/sunscreen or just straight up calling him over and putting some on him

- Cid reminds him to hydrate and encourages the photography hobby when there's no work to be done (pry the photography stuff with Prom from my cold dead hands I love when characters do photography)

- Prom isn't complete anxiety. He still has it but not as bad

- If he gets flustered by an attractive customer he will go to Cindy for help

- He kind of lit up first time he saw Noct cause finally someone his age

- He'll hang out with Noct and the boys when he's free at night when they come to hammerhead

- Prom saying southern sayings/things and Noct's rich boy arse having no idea what he's saying

Prom: "Y'all'd've 'f I'd've."

Noct: *crying* "I don't know what the fuck you're saying."

Onto promptis stuff again apologies I have no access to read more:

- Noct can and will find ways to mess up the car and weapons just to go see Prom. Ignis will go off at him when he learns this

- Noct takes hunts around hammerhead with the guys hoping that if he gets some injuries Prom can heal him

- Prom is a disaster when it comes to Noct when he heard he was coming once he panicked cause his hair was a mess and just shoved his hat on and hoped he wouldn't notice

Cindy told him he had oil on his cheek and Prom just asked for the astrals to strike him down

- Prom was fixing up their car and basically this went down:

N: "Gods you're attractive."

P: "Hm? What was that?"

N: "It's attractive...The car."

P: "....She's awful purdy yeah."

N: *gay distress*

- Gladio just finds the whole thing hilarious and casually mutters to Ignis that the astrals can see them pining from here

30 notes • Posted 2021-02-05 23:58:12 GMT

#2

Random Promptis thing to imagine (sorry I don't have many ideas):

- Prom and Noct playing video games together until late. Prom's sat between Noct's legs and Noct has his arms around him

- They pass the controller off when they die

- they're bundled up in a blanket but also only in their boxers. Noct's either kings knight themed or AC and Prom's chocobos

- they loose track of time and Ignis finds them still gaming when he comes in the morning. He scolds them and tells them to go to bed

- Prom wears one of Noct's old shirts to bed. Noct thinks it looks cute

- Prom and Noct tiredly head to bed and cuddle up to each other,falling asleep fairly quickly

37 notes • Posted 2021-03-11 22:09:49 GMT

#1

I've been talking with friends about an au I'm gonna call hammerhead Prompto where Prompto grows up in hammerhead and has a cute southern accent so here's some hcs:

- In this he's related to Cindy. Either he's her baby brother or cousin

- he helps out with the cars. Cindy taught him all he knows

- Prom's better with weapons but he's pretty good with cars

-Cindy's pretty proud of how far he's come and is very protective of him

- Prom may have gushed when Noct turned up in the Regalia cause it was the fanciest car he'd ever seen (and the driver was cute too)

- Prom steps in a little when Cid sasses Noct telling "paw paw" not to be too mean

- Also Prom the moment he sees Noct: *flat out thinks he's a cosplayer or something*

- P: "Y'know there's probably laws against playin' dress up as the prince."

N: ???

C: "Prom...That's the prince."

P: "W-What?"

-Prom and Cindy actually have proper overalls but keep the hats. Cindy unzips the overalls and wraps the arms around her waist when it's hot and Prom just zips his overalls a tad, he's not as confident as Cindy

Promptis stuff cause I can't do read more:

- Prom: *speaks*

Noct: *country boy I love you vine plays on repeat in his head*

- Noct may mess up the car and weapons just to go see Prom. He may have a gay panic everytime he looks at Prom more so when Prom speaks

- Their introduction was a mess, Noct called himself car and the car he said was Noctis. Prom laughed and said he was funny and Noct just about died

- Prom ends up with a crush on Noct eventually and tells Cindy he's cuter than a chocobo chick

- Cindy encourages him to talk about it to Noct but Prom chickens out

- Cindy, Ignis and Gladio spend weeks trying to set them up on a date and finally it works out

56 notes • Posted 2021-02-03 01:33:23 GMT

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[stephicness]

Why do you think Prompto doesn't look like the other Lucian kids? Are there no blonde Lucians or? (about your Prom hcs which I loved btw!!)

(Ah~ Thank you, dear anon! C: )

I suppose though that blonde-hair wouldn’t be uncommon, considering that biologically – despite it being a recessive gene – you’d still have a chance of meeting the right traits to be born blonde with blue eyes – particularly with both your parents having the recessive traits of blonde-hair and blue eyes! Hereditary sciences and genetics are quite fascinating, but also quite natural.

Like, Prompto probably wouldn’t be that different, I feel, since Lucis (and the world of Final Fantasy as a whole) has a thing for blue eyes. c: It’s remarkably a lot more common, despite the blue-eyed gene being alot harder to get than the brown-eyed one. Ditto with blond-hair.(Of course, there’s this entire gene spectrum that gives people different eye-colors like green, grey-green, amber, etc, but I DIGRESS.)

Design wise though: Prompto is quite different from alot of the Lucian kids because, again, I’mma bring up the eyes. Brown-eyes are often considered a rather plain and generic trait in characters mostly because brown-eyes are the primary dominant genes in genetics (Punnett squares, yo!). Almost every background character you see in Brotherhood possesses brown-eyes. A good handful of minor characters also have brown eyes as well, but compensate with a really good silhouette (Crowe and Libertus, for example). But the designs of the other Lucian kids all seem to fall typically within the shades of brown eye-colors and brown-shaded hairstyles.

Prompto and others outside of Insomnia, seem to have more diverse traits. Cindy, for example, as the blond-hair and blue eyes combo too, but all we know is that she is Cid’s niece. (And again, bolder designs signify a major character). But the blond-hair in particular – in most cases – represents some sort of importance in rival contexts of FFXV designs.

I feel like I’m rambling, but I’m gonna solidify myself in a sec, maybe!

But for the designs of Insomnians (AKA Noctis and the royals), darker colors are very-much the dominant trait. Darker hair, dark attire, blue eyes usually (if they’re a heroic character), but black is the major representing color of Lucians. Darker shades and tones, even in the designs of NPC characters, etc.

Versus Niflheim, however, we notice that white is the predominant color of the society, along with shades of red too. The emperor wears it, Ravus wears it, Verstael has white in his design VIA his beards and gloves, Aranea has it within the waist mark she wears, etc. We as viewers can tell that Black is ‘good’ and ‘white’ is bad in most cases because of these design aesthetics that the developers made. To also contrast with Insomnians’ darker physical traits too (hair and eye), almost every single Niflheim affiliated character has some sort of lighter hair-color or trait too (sans Glauca, of course, since he was meant to blend-in). It’s to, again, show us as viewers that Niflheim is associated with lighter tones and Insomnia/Lucis the darker ones.

As a result, we can instantly tell that something was inherently different about Prompto from the moment we saw him. Of course, VIA the stereotypical tells of the ‘important character,’ but because of his lighter color schemes versus the darker ones.

That, and if you REALLY want to get technical, we can get some insight that Prompto is associated with Niflheim because he’s the only boy in the party with white in his main design (where his boots meet his pants). This could be hinting that Prompto isn’t exactly what he says he is – despite it being a super minor detail.

But yeah~ :D There’s my ranting about it. Perhaps in real life, he was able to fit in quite well (though might have been bullied for his distant behavior), but design-wise, he’s got alot more going on than just freckles and sunshine, I feel~

[sonsoflucis]

How about Noct finds out that Prompto doesn't always eat like he should and takes it upon himself to feed this idiot some gd pizza (a fluff request for a rainy day)

craving // noctis x prompto [sfw]

1,630 words || tagged @crowryn-arts || current song: price x koethe || a/n: i am in a rut like you wouldn’t believe so hopefully this little drabble is okay. also my brain saw the word FLUFF and was like “sure, we could do that. or make them CRY” so it got a tad angsty and i touched on eating disorders. be prepared for that. peace and hair grease, bud. || sfw with mild angst and depression/ED

Noctis kicked his boots off immediately after entering his apartment, sighing heavily. “What a day, what a day…” Gladio knew he hated these early morning training sessions and made them even earlier every time the prince complained. He stretched, groaning, jacket on the floor beside his boots. New bruises were making themselves known on his back, a few more reminders to never look away from that hulking man-beast of a shield during practice. Noctis assessed himself in the mirror, gingerly feeling a particularly tender place on his jaw. “Hm…” 

“Noct…?” 

The prince jumped at the wavering voice, no one else was supposed to be here but Ignis and that mad man would have swept away Noctis’ clutter and chastised him before could even make an excuse. Noctis crept around the corner, not entirely sure what to expect, and saw a very nervous Prompto sitting on the counter, kicking his feet. Noct blinked surprise and relaxed, raising an eyebrow. 

“Sorry, dude, I… I just wanted to come over. It hasn’t been a… good day,” the gunman mumbled, eyes falling to the floor. He was wearing a black hoodie and loose jeans, not really his usual style. The very air around him felt… off. 

“I mean, I love seeing you, man,” Noctis answered quickly, jumping up on the counter beside the blonde. “But uh, what’re you doing here? You were supposed to-” 

“Be out making deliveries, I know.” 

“Well… Yeah, you just got the job… You should probably show up every once in a while,” the prince laughed, touching the boy’s shoulder. 

Prompto shrugged off the hand trying to convey comfort and shook his head. “I am not really in a good place, Noct. I shouldn’t have applied for the position in the first place.” 

Noctis furrowed his brow. “What are you talking about, Prom? What’s up?” His eyes lingered on the splash of freckles spilling across the bridge of the blonde’s nose, the faint trembling of his bottom lip. Prompto closed his eyes and pulled his knees to his chest. 

“It doesn’t matter. How’re you? Didja get fucked up by Gladdy again?” 

“Hey, hey, hey, no, reverse. What’s wrong, Prompto?” Noctis prodded, drawing his mouth into a fine line. “Did something happen at work?” Prompto’s entire demeanor was collapsing in on itself and it felt like he was trying to make himself smaller, winding his fingers around his knees and burying his face. “Do you want me to call Iggy-” 

“No!” Prompto cried, two big tears rolling down his face. He stared at the dark-haired boy for a minute, the two of them shocked that Prom had actually raised his voice. It was so out of character. Noctis didn’t say a word when Prompto slid off the counter and straightened out his hoodie. Didn’t say anything when he meandered toward the door. Didn’t say anything when he stopped and hunched over, muffling a sob in the crook of his arm. Didn’t say anything when Prom looked at him pitifully from the floor, a blubbering mess. Noct merely stood and crouched next to his friend, pulling him awkwardly into his chest. 

“Dude, hey, I’m here,” he crooned, unsure of what else to do. The blonde shoved his face into Noct’s shirt and hugged him tightly, causing the prince to fall back a bit. Prompto crumbled at the contact, wildly apologizing, body wracked with watery sobs and sniffling. Noctis readjusted, reaching his hand up to… to do what? I don’t even know how to comfort my own friend. Prom wiped his face on his jacket sleeve, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy. Noct warily placed his palm on the back of his friend’s head and softly patted his hair. “I, uh, I don’t…”

Prompto sniffled, a look of horror cresting over his face, and released Noctis from his vice-like grip. “S-sorry, highness…” 

Noctis stifled a chuckle, his hand resting on the gunman’s thigh. “Oooh, so formal.” Prompto blanched, hesitantly placing his own shaking palm over the prince’s. 

“You… You aren’t mad?” 

“Why would I be?”

Prompto sniffed, blinking back another bout of tears. “I’m used to people getting mad. And then leaving.” 

“It’ll take a lot more than a snotty t-shirt and a halfassed break in to drive me away.” The gunman laughed quietly, standing. Noctis got up and walked over to the refrigerator. “You want a soda or somethin’?” he called out, shoulders deep in the fridge, digging around behind the prepared meals Ignis had left for him. 

“Nah, ‘m good.” 

“How about these?” Noctis waved around a bag of frozen lima beans, grimacing. “Please. For me. Eat them.”

Prom shook his head. “I’m not really hungry.” 

“Whaaat? Since when?” The joke hit Prompto in the gut and Noctis saw him wince from across the room. He knew what was happening, what had been happening. It was something he thought Prom had left behind in high school, but clearly had hitched a ride with him, gnawing at his emotional health, slowly but surely. “I need you to answer me honestly, okay?”

The blonde nodded, gazing out of the window. 

“Are you eating?” Prompto opened his mouth, almost too quickly, and stopped, kicking his foot. Noctis closed the refrigerator and crossed his arms, thought better, and let them fall to his sides. “Why not?” 

Sunshine boy didn’t even try to argue. “…look at me.” He gestured at his torso, mouth frozen in a permanent frown. 

“What am I supposed to see, Prom?” Noctis murmured, walking up to the boy. 

Prompto’s lip quivered, but he reined it in, exhaling. “…a loser.” He rocked back on his heels, fingering the zipper on his hoodie. “An absolute waste.” 

“No. No, you’re not. You’re so…” Noctis flailed, trying to put his thoughts into words. “…you’re not a waste.” 

A cold retort built up on Prom’s lips, but he shoved it aside. “…what do you mean?” 

The prince shrugged, crumpling his face into various expressions while he figured out how to speak to his best friend in a way that didn’t end in sarcasm. “Having you around… is like having the sun come out on a rainy day.”

“Oh please-”

“Listen,” Noct interrupted. “I don’t have a lot of friends and it’s obvious why. I-I’m rude and selfish. All I want to do is sleep and hang out with my dad, but he is always so busy and Ignis is busy and Gladio’s an ass and…” He stopped, allowing his mouth to catch up with his train of thought. “And then there’s you, Prom. There’s you.”

His shoulders fell slack. It was clear that Noctis had breached the wall he’d built to protect himself and it scared him. A fierce crimson flushed his cheeks. He clenched his jaw and relaxed his hands, unsure of where to go from there. “I gotta make a call.” 

“Uh. Huh?” Prompto mused, watching as Noctis snatched up his cell phone and started typing furiously. He uttered the beginnings of a question, but Noct held his finger up, waggling it playfully. The prince placed the call, muttered a quick “thanks”, and hung up. 

“I ordered us two large pizzas and-” he shushed Prom with a glare. “…and we’re gonna watch whatever movie you want. I know this isn’t some crazy wonder drug and I won’t reboot your mental health with pepperoni, but I think you need to hang out with me tonight, yeah?” His blue eyes sparkled with warmth as the prince trotted over to the shelf of DVDs. “Ignis picked up Captis’ documentary on Altissia’s music scene for us, it has some cool shots of landscapes and the score is killer.” He looked up at the blonde, DVD in hand. “You wanna watch it?”

Prompto shifted on his feet, unsure of what to say. “…should go home.” 

“Prompto, please stay,” Noctis breathed softly. “Please?” The prince barely managed to hide his disappointment, indigo eyes pleading. “Stay with me?” 

The air hung heavy, neither boy sure of what else to say. The sound of Prom’s stomach growling broke the silence and he laughed at the irony. “I guess that settles it, then, huh?” He wiped his face one more time, cheeks blazing red. “S’pose I could stay for a while.” 

A relieved grin plastered itself across Noct’s face and he tore into the movie case, going on and on, babbling about “this one dude, wow, he is lethal with that bari sax” before popping it into the DVD slot. Prompto beamed from his place on the couch, patting the spot next to him. Noctis hurried over and pressed play, flopping onto the sofa. Prom looked over at the prince, wishing he had his camera. Noctis radiated love and security, the only person he felt he could truly be himself around. Two horribly awkward, socially deprived, idiots just trying to make it in this weird world. He leaned his head on Noct’s collar and pretended he wasn’t floored when it was reciprocated with an arm around his shoulders.  “You’re gonna love it,” Noctis exclaimed excitedly when the menu music began. 

“I’m sure I will,” Prom replied, curling his legs up on the couch. 

The pizza arrived a few minutes later, the delivery man sputtering pleasantries and “royal highn- majesty, I didn’t know” when he saw the prince of Lucis handing him a wad of gil and waving before shutting the door in his face. 

“He curtsied,” Prompto cringed, taking a slice of pizza from the top box. 

“Yes, he did. Not too shabby, but I’ve seen better,” Noct teased, dissolving into laughter when Prom’s cheese kept stretching, a two-foot trail dangling out of his mouth. Prompto grinned wickedly, sauced smeared all over his chin. 

“Thanks, man,” he uttered. “…for the pizza.” 

“You’re welcome,” Noctis replied, handing him another slice. “For the pizza.”