so like, i’m rewatching kyou kara maou, cause my friend and i had been talking about animes we watched when we were kids and we both got excited cause we’d never met anyone else who’d watched it, too. anyways.. so, i was feeling nostalgic, decided to rewatch it and i’m like.. so shook, cause now my love for shiro makes so much sense… he reminds me So Much of konrad…. Like seriously, it’s amazing. anyway, i had a big ass fictional crush on him when i was, like, 14? and shiro is apparently carrying on that legacy…
ANYWAYS the reason for this post: it got me thinking about a voltron au of this, with, like, hunk as the main character. it’s kinda one of those almost-magical girl type animes, only with, like, a guy main character, and involves being transported to another world where he’s, apparently, the next king. and he ends up meeting a bunch of really attractive people, and there’s a bunch of shenanigans, from cultural misunderstandings to simply not being ready to be a king, but he eventually grows into the role and is really awesome….
anyway, if you haven’t watched that series, it’s pretty fun, though an older-ish series. also pretty gay, which was probably why i liked it as a kid to begin with, lol. but like….. i’m tempted to write something like this……… idk, i want “actually apparently super powerful and royal, and also everyone falls in love with him and he has a whole bunch of super attractive people around him all the time and he becomes a really amazing king who brings long-lasting peace to his kingdom” hunk….. set in medieval-type, magical europe-not-actually-europe………
Fantasy Beasts was the popular vote for the first quarterly theme week. Gonna be fun! The beasts in question have been selected already and I hope you enjoy the brief break away from the daily kitties :3
I’ve been toying with the idea for a long time that some of the things Yuuri says, especially in the first couple episodes, are not exactly the truth and should be looked into farther. Honestly, we knew Yuuri was unreliable the moment the show opened–he referred to himself as “dime-a-dozen,” when he is literally the only male skater certified by the JSF within canonverse.
And he made it to the GPF, you know? He’s one of the top 6 skaters in the world, right off the bat! It took us a few episodes to understand Yuuri’s character to realize the context of these statements, but we figured out pretty early on that Yuuri is the embodiment of Unreliable Narrator™. Especially after ep10, jfc.
Anyway, why I’m bringing this up is because Kubo seemed to confirm a little theory of mine I’ve had stewing for a while and I wanted to share it with you.
So. Episode 1. The commemorative photo scene.
I wanna first establish that this scene took place before the banquet. During the series run, sometime just afterwards, and occasionally even now there’s debate over when that scene took place. It wouldn’t make sense to happen after the banquet because they’re not only still wearing the team jackets, but they’re also wearing passes
The outside sign has information about the competition
and Victor is talking to Yuri about his routines
which he probably wouldn’t do if it was up to a day later.
We know how the rest of the scene goes. Victor seems to not recognize Yuuri at all, mistakes him for a fan, asks if he wants a photo, and then Yuuri leaves, thoroughly humiliated. Or, at least, that’s Yuuri’s version of what happened. I think generally everything that was said got said, all the movements and series of events were the same, but the implications of the offer were different.
I have multiple anxiety disorders. When I remember something that I felt was a misstep or caused embarrassment, I always remember it slightly off. A person’s tone is more mocking or condescending, my reaction is worse than it was. There’s a lot of shame when it comes to anxiety and your mind immediately assumes you’re viewed to be–and are–on a lower pedestal than everyone else. Yuuri, clearly, has severe anxiety, so I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to think that, since this is from his perspective, maybe reality is a bit different than what he is able to give us.
Anyway, my thoughts had no basis, so I’ve kept them to myself, but then Kubo came out and said this:
and then the fanbase lit up in flames because Victor know Yuuri was a fan before the banquet. But this also implies one thing I got super excited about: Victor has seen him skate, before the commemorative photo scene.
meaning that everyone’s preconception that Victor mistook Yuuri for a fan has been completely blown out of the water.
So, why would Victor ask him about a photo then?
I think it’s important to keep in mind that Victor likes to make people feel good about their abilities. He likes teaching others, and he likes motivating them too. He gets pleasure out of seeing people rise to their potential.
Although he’s flighty and kind of an airhead, and tends to ignore what he doesn’t find interesting, I don’t think Victor would ignore the scorings or the competitors landing below 3rd place. Victor clearly knew that Yuuri fell to last place, hard. This is just speculation, but maybe Yuri mentioned to Victor the incident with Yuuri crying in the bathroom. Or, perhaps Victor had already seen the press about Yuuri: he’s notorious for losing his nerve during competitions and failing to meet his potential. When Yuuri goes down, he tends to crash and burn.
(also honda’s words imply yuuri usually performs very well)
Victor likes making people happy and better versions of themselves. Now he’s faced with the competitor who fell to last place, staring at him a few feet away. A competitor who is known for his anxiety and tendency to shy away from others. A competitor who just so happens to be a fan. So, what is Victor to do to help Yuuri feel better, or even open up a bit?
Initiate conversation. Try to reel him in to interacting with an open, non-threatening question and a tried-and-true welcoming smile.
Victor didn’t mistake Yuuri for a non-competing fan, he knew who Yuuri was and was just trying his best to make Yuuri feel better. Victor, as we’ve seen throughout the series, resorts to giving comfort through action rather than words first and foremost. Unfortunately for him, this is not what Yuuri needs.
It backfired. But I think Victor had good intentions. They were strangers so it’s not like Victor could just walk up and start a motivating speech. He tried to invite Yuuri to talk to him, someone Yuuri looked up to, and maybe they could talk and Victor could brighten his day?
Victor wasn’t very tactile, and Yuuri didn’t stand his ground and identify himself, so they got nowhere with that.
I’m so glad Kubo said this. This face looks like a combination of surprise and disappointment, perhaps not only in Yuuri rejecting him but also in himself for not being able to help.
and this face
looks more concerned and surprised that Yuuri showed rather than like “oh shit, he’s a competitor.”
Poor Yuuri. Poor Victor. They really need to communicate better.
Teddy’s birth as seen by Lily, James and a very jealous Sirius
Sirius: I don’t like babies.
Lily: You almost died of happiness when you first held Harry. You even cried.
Sirius:*hissing* I did no such thing because I don’t like babies.
James:*grinning* Maybe it’s just this one baby Pads.
Sirius: Shut it, Prongs.
Lily: Another war baby, I hope his fate will be different.
James: It will be because this time the war will end, Lils.
Sirius: Tell me when it’s over.
James: You had begged to be there when Evans gave birth?
Sirius: I was young and stupid.
Lily: Aren’t you being a little bit too dramatic? You should be happy. It’s Remus for heaven’s sake.
Sirius:*sarcastically* I’m so happy that the love of my life is having a baby from my cousin’s daughter.
Lily: When you say it like that..
Sirius: *impatiently* Well, that’s how it is.
James:*excited* He is here and he looks like a handsome potato.
Lily: Oh this is weird.
Sirius: What is weird?
James: Let’s just say all those cousin marriages took it’s toll on your gene pool Pads.
Sirius: What the fuck are you talking about?
Lily: *quietly* He looks like you.
Sirius: You have got to be fucking kidding me.
James: Um, yeah, no.
Lily: Can I ask something? How will they know if he’s a werewolf or not?
Sirius: Full moon, there’s no other way to know. *pauses, stares at the baby* He really looks like me.
James: I think there’s another way.
Sirius: No, there i–
Lily: His hair is becoming ginger?
Sirius:*relieved* IS HE A METAMORPHMAGUS?
Sirius: It’s impossible to dislike him and I’m trying really hard.
Lily: His name is Teddy Remus.
James:*laughing* Oh, now that’s cheating. Harry James, Teddy Remus I mean, come on Moony.
Sirius: He always thought he couldn’t ever have a child because he wasn’t entitled to it being the monster he is. I tried to tell him maybe thousand times, look at his face.
Lily: You like Teddy, don’t you?
Sirius: Of course I like him, I love him even. Look at how Moony’s face lit up, I haven’t seen his eyes glow like that in years.
James: Now, he has a reason to survive.
Lily: Did Remus just apparate from the side of his new born baby and wife?
James: He did, where is he Pads?
Sirius: He’s at the Weasley cottage where Harry’s hiding.
James: He is scaring the living shit out of them.
Lily:*smiling* Ah, I missed excited Remus.
Remus hugs Harry.
James:*longingly* Hug him for us, too, Moony.
“You’ll be godfather?” he said as he released Harry.
Lily: *starts crying* Merlin, Remus must you make me cry?
James:*his hands in his hair* My son is the godfather of my best friend’s boy. I never knew I wanted this until this moment.
Sirius:*sadly* He will be a better godfather than I ever was.
James: Pads. we chose you. Me and Evans. We chose you because we knew you were perfect for it and you did everything you could.
Sirius: Yeah, I got myself locked up in Azkaban.
Lily: No one is blaming you for that, not us, not Harry.
James: Harry loved you even though you had two years together, you were his Paddy and he was your fawn. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of making another person the godfather of my first child.
Lily:*staring into distance* We were going to have enough kids for each one of you to become godfathers but you, you were the obvious first choice. You are James’ brother, please stop feeling guilty about this.
James:*trying to cheer Sirius up* Let’s enjoy this moment mate, imagine how punk rock this kid would be.
Sirius:*softly smiling as he’s staring at his hands* Very.
Lily: Come on let’s just watch Remus before the dark times start again.
Strap in nerds because have i got a long post ahead for you
So me and @sassycsap (bless her soul. she’s like my first friend here) talked about the nyoom nyoom post with how Rich would totally cart Jake around in a wheel chair like madmen on a chariot race because Rich is a Fast Boy™ and somehow we accidentally gave birth to this beautiful thing called the *drum rooooolll*
BMC Incredibles AU
So here’s each of the Characters
Rich is Dash (super speed) u can’t argue with me. have u seen the nyoom nyoom post
Jake is violet (invisibility and force fields)
Michael is Frozone ya’ll (Ice powers)
Jeremy is Bob (Super strength)
Christine is Helen (Elastic Body) (because we’ve all universally accepted that she’s the Mom of the Gang)
Jenna is Jack-Jack (this guy has a lot of powers that I’m too lazy to type in)
Chloe is Edna (She makes the costumes!!!!)
Brooke is Mirage (That really pretty girl who’s a spy)(don’t worry, we we’re made her good)
Squip is Syndrome (Bad Guy™)
=(The HCs are under the Cut so I’ll spare u the mess)=
“My brother just called and he said it’s funny that at his unit, if other boygroups appear on TV they would just skip over, but if BTS is on, they all sing along to the performances ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ And then he said ‘Noona… They’re the most popular just after girlgroups…’ ㅜㅜ”
↳ (reply) “My accquaintances didn’t know BTS before but they got into BTS in the army too ㅋㅋㅋ They said the ‘Gun, aim, fire↗’ is exciting so it gives them strength while training. They like calm songs like ‘Spring Day’ too and even hum to old songs like ‘I Need You’ ㅋㅋㅋ”
↳ (reply) “That’s true ㅋㅋㅋㅋ My friend said they listen to BTS’ songs a lot in the army… ㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ Even practice the dances too ㅎㅍㅎ”
lance is impressed the first time keith paints his nails for him because he doesn’t realize how steady of a hand keith has for this?? like barely any got on the skin surrounding the nail
altho lance is used to painting his younger siblings’ nails so he’s also good at not getting too much off the nail
keith likes to let lance paint his nails for him because 1. he thinks lance’s concentration face is cute and 2. lance has to hold his hand?? sign him tf up (they may be dating but he still gets excited over the little things)
one time lance put little rhinestones on keith’s nails and despite how pretty they were, keith picked them off a few hours later because they felt weird (lance understood immediately)
one time keith had black acrylics done and lance’s favourite sound was when keith would tap his nails against table tops (those didn’t last too long either)
lance likes different colours, keith prefers to stick to either red or black
Shouji’s chair always being lowered as much as possible and still no one being able to see behind him.
Sero putting little balls of tape on the wheels so they end up getting caught on the guard things and people fall over when they try to wheel themselves anywhere too fast.
This happens the most to Kaminari, Mina and Iida.
Wheeling Todoroki around to bizarre places and leaving him there while he is asleep has become a class meme.
He never mentions it and they’re not even sure if he’s noticed it happening.
Kaminari is never facing the front completely, usually he’s sideways on or spinning around and no teacher can get him to sit still.
Various chair jousting and other dangerous sports are played in most free time when they’re in class.
Ojiro absent-mindedly shoving his entire tail through the back of the chair (it’s not bad quality or thin material he’s just that strong) and making massive awkward holes in about 5 chairs.
The back of Aoyama’s chair is pockmarked with corroded patches from when Mina gets too excited and he hates it with a passion.
Kaminari got Mei to make him a motor that would spin his chair around in a circle on the spot that he activates in class, Aizawa tells him to put his hands on the desk bc he assumes he’s fiddling with something under his chair but the contact is where the back of his blazer rides up and the motor is hidden so he can activate his quirk and spin his chair however fast he likes (usually slowly and with a shit eating grin) while holding his hands up and playing innocent.
Momo constantly having to make new wheels and screws because no one in this class can sit still and not break stuff can they.
Mei gave them rockets and Sero taped Kirishima to a chair while they set them off so he span super fast.
His quirk was supposed to make it the safest but he smashed through a few desks and still got concussion.
I wish I could say that was a one time thing but their ‘experiments’ happened multiple times until Mei was banned from talking to any of them for a month.
Once Asui’s tongue got caught up in the wheels. It was very painful and a horrible experience she was very embarrassed for a long time.
Bakugou leaning back too far in his chair, losing balance, then exploding his entire desk a few days later made her feel a little better though.
- Youngjae’s laugh first of all - when Jackson told his parents he wanted to go to Korea to be a singer, his dad told him that if he could win a fencing competition that he could do it…and he did - Mark’s old ramen hair - oh man Jinyoung’s pointy fringe hairdo from way back in the Girls Girls Girls days - how Jaebum’s freckles above his eye look a little like a piercing and it’s cute as hell - whenever they prank Yugyeom by blaming him and getting ‘angry’ he always takes the blame and apologises even when he didn’t do anything wrong omg babe - BamBam on ASC “how do you know I’m not I’m big” like son can u please chill - how Jimin from ASC literally has to prepare herself mentally for these children coming on the show - how Jackson is friends with like…everyone. Amber from f(x)? yup. Namjoon from BTS? Got it. - Yugyeom loves dramas - Jinyoung evolved from JR to Junior to Jinyoung - Jackson falling asleep in the hairdressers and waking up with the Stop Stop it hairstyle. bless - Youngjae spoiling Fly live on v-app bc he got too excited playing with Coco -legit how well Jinyoung and Youngjae are doing with their English, they don’t have to but they do it and they’re trying so hard - “IT’S NOT HARD…it’s not hard” - Jackson’s giggle that sounds like a pixie or smthn - Mark’s dad. what a blessing. the most savage - how they all had a go at writing or composing songs in the new album - BamBam “there’s also this hyung - i won’t say his name - but he should stop wearing earrings” - Jinyoung “what is your point” in english like wOW MARK GET REKT - “I am jungle. Jungle is me.” - Jackson Wang, everybody - the excessive amounts of ass-slapping that goes on in this group - like the time Youngjae slapped BamBam’s ass so hard it made him physically shudder and call out in English - Jinyoung pulling Mark back down onto his knee and saying “Sit- sit down - I’m your mom.” - “this is youngjae class” - Yugyeom Hit The Stage - Jaebum not letting him live: *sign of the cross* “HIP-HOP” - how supportive they are of each other’s song-writing - Jinyoung saying that he gave Yugyeom his favourite part to sing in Mayday - Hard Carry butt wiggle dance - the members taking the piss out of Jackson’s rap voice - when they switch roles in their songs - Mark’s “girl you’re my diamond” in Tic Tic Tok - Mark’s random dedicated English parts in anything tbh, like in A, Mayday etc - “eyyy swagger like me” Jackson in U Got Me - the Home Run dance - in the Fly dance practice, when BamBam steals Jaebum’s screen time and JB’s just so hurt - Youngjae’s weird and hilarious dance in the Fly dance practce - Mark’s face in every Just Right performance - how Jackson always makes sure that anybody treating him like the leader direct the questions at Jaebum and when they don’t, he turns it around, “Jaebum-hyung, what did we do?” - speaking of “jaebum-hyung” how offended Jackson is that he makes him call him his hyung when they were born in the same year - when Jackson was making fun of Jaebum when he wasn’t there, thought he was coming, was so terrified and then got roasted by Jinyoung for the face he made - how effected they all were by the Playground tribute the fans did for them at their fanmeet - their Buzzfeed video that got a ton of new int. fans (whatup guys) - the cola commerical they did - the pink hair Mark had for like, 2 days - the time Yugyeom shouted on “Jaebum-ah!” and the entire group was stunned - the best high note Jaebum will ever hit in his life in A - Jackson is constantly run off his feet and met with horrible obstacles (the saesang fan incident with the car accident, being lonely overseas on his own etc) but always managing to be positive no matter what - Yugyeom constantly grinding on everything - when they made them all do sexy dances to JB doing an impression of a “sexy” singer on Weekly Idol but he got down at the end and started grinding the floor - Jinyoung’s eye whiskers, like that is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen - BamBam dissing Jaebum in Thai and rolling his R for like 14 seconds straight - the If You Do dance in 2x - Jinyoung taking his shoes off in the If You Do 2x dance - how tall Yugyeom is, like you would need a stepladder to get to his height - how when they debuted, BamBam was a smol child and now he’s this tall and deep-voiced bias wrecker? like sit ur ass down boi - Mark literally just disregarding every rule of the kpop world and getting a huge tattoo - Youngjae possibly (I’m praying he has) getting a tattoo - how Jaebum’s managed to mellow out in the 2 years since they’ve debuted - BamBam doing the girl group dances, somehow its funnier than when the other members do it and I have no idea why (like don’t get me wrong, Jaebum and Yugyeom doing it is hilarious) - after Yugyeom got pranked and he went nuts screaming “GWENCHANA! NA GWENCHANAAAAA!” when everyone was trying to hug him - Youngjae getting so hurt by Mark calling him “Jackson” (How are you Jackson? I’M NOT JACKSON) - Youngjae impersonating an otter because Jackson told him to in their GOT2Day - Markson - JJ Project being a thing - that video where Yugyeom is just running behind Jinyoung and Jaebum shouting, “Jinyoung pabo!” “Jaebum pabo!” and then “JJ Project!” and doing the song and dance to tease them - Jaebum and Jinyoung literally having no idea ho idea how to get him back for that - how Youngjae is constantly hitting everyone - the time they threw a plastic cockroach at youngjae and he screeched - how Youngjae and Jaebum have made multiple dick jokes to each other - Jinyoung praising Yugyeom like a proud mum and being rewarded with Yug’s r00dness - seriously they don’t know what to do with this kid and it’s the best - the time they went to the zoo and Jackson was shouting at the tigers - Jackson and Jinyoung on the rollercoaster together and Jackson just screaming “JINYOUNGGGGGGG - JINYOUNG- JINYOOOOOUNNG!” - BamBam and Yugyeom’s knowing-everything-about-each-other-already-so-they-barely-actually-talk relationship - BamBam roasting Jackson for his fashion choices “I wish Jackson-hyung would stop wearing baggy trousers-” “I HAVE SHORT AND THICK LEGS WHAT ELSE AM I MEANT TO WEAR?” “I also wish hyung would stop wearing black.” - Jackson and Eric Nam. “No one asked you, Eric.” “Oh, hey Eric.” “I HATE YOU ERIC” - Jaebum’s fake snake bites tho…how did we get through that - whenever Jaebum’s hair is longer - when Yugyeom’s hair is darker and not completely covering his forehead - when Youngjae does sweat paws - Mark wearing baggy jumpers - Jackson having blonde hair - or Jackson having his hair black but longer? oh damn - Everything about BamBam in Flight Log:Turbulence era - Mark’s “hard carry hey” I think goes without saying - the way BamBam says “hungry” and the movement he does in the Hard Carry MV - Jinyoung wearing stripes - Youngjae’s smile - that time Jaebum literally chased Yugyeom around a fanmeet hall - when Yugyeom almost peed himself laughing because Mark didn’t catch a ball - BamBam: Call us Dab7 Mark: No, you go be Dab7 by yourself. Youngjae: *loses his shit* - during the episode of ASC in the Flight Log: Departure era where the members were constantly just saying “yas” “yaaaas” “yAAAAsss” - “Markiepooh” - When Youngjae came out of the trailerand on discovering the rest of them were filming shouted “My name is Youngjae! How are you!” and they were all like “no, stop it Youngjae” - when Jaebum was cooking and told to speak in English and he literally just kept saying “and then” - how Jaebum hates speaking in English (god knows if I didn’t speak English, I’d hate being told to say things in it) - when Jackson and Namjoon were having a rap battle and Jackson was like “please don’t diss me” - how Jackson challenged Jooheon to a rap battle, and when Jooheon started realised it was a very bad idea and was like “hey no don’t do it like that you’re making me look bad” - how GOT7 and BTS are so close (see: their shared stage, how excited Bangtan were when they saw Jinyoung in that elevator, how they all have each other’s numbers, how excited the 97 line are when they meet up) - when they were on Weekly Idol for Flight Log: Turbulence, they introduced Jinyoung with his new name with a fan vid which included everyone at some point or another screaming his name - Jinyoung’s savagery - Youngjae’s love for videogames - how when Jackson was asked to speak French, he ended it on “paris baguette” - how much Jaebum cringes when they bring up Dream High - “my dream is to dab with moose” - “aka browny” - how Jaebum had to turn his back on Yugyeom during the prank to compose himself because he couldn’t stop laughing before pretending to be really mad at him - how far they’ve come in 2 years that they’re such a respected and loved group internationally and how peaceful the fanbase is in general
“Daddy, wait for me!” You bounded the corner. Dragging a small child size suitcase and doing your best to pull up the extra long sleeves on your arms.
“Munchkin, what are you doin’?” Dean came over to you, leaning against the nearest wall while smiling with his arms crossed.
“I wanna beat up monsters too.” You said energetically. Fully expecting them to let you go.
Sam, came into view. Laughing at the sight before him. There you were. Hair in a messy style from just waking up. Tugging a bag no doubt full of stuffed animals behind you. Wearing one of his flannels which fit like an extra long dress in your tiny body.
“Daddy already talked to you about going. It’s too dangerous, sweetheart.” He crouched down in front of you. Making it so you were near eye level with each other.
“Nuh-uh!” You sassed back at him. “An look, Daddy. My shirt can protected me just like you an Unkie Bean!” Waving your arm and flapping the sleeve, you showed him what you meant.
Both of the boys laughed lightly. Trying to not let you hear in fear of offending your four year old mind.
“Our flannels? How could they protect you?” He reached outward, taking your sleeve and rolling it up so your hands could be used properly.
“Betuz you always wear them and always come back to home. They protected you.” You spoke so innocently. “So they can protected me too, Daddy!” The words giggled off your lips.
“Dad, I think she’s figured out your secret.” Dean piped into the conversation, giving Sam a once raised eyebrow.
“I think you’re right, Dean.” Sam sighed. “You know what that means?” His attention directed towards you.
“What?” You asked with a small twinkle in your eye.
“It means you’re ready to be a hunter like us.” He laughed as you beamed with excitement and joy.
“But there’s rules. You’ve got to start at the beginning where all the big girls start. And soon you’ll be hunting the monsters with uncle and Daddy.” Dean spoke to you as he slipped his jacket on over his own flannel.
“Uncle Cas is going to teach you some hunting skills while we’re gone. Think you can get pass the first part of hunter training?” Eagerly you nodded at Sam.
Without a moment to spare you dropped the handle on your suitcase, letting it hit the ground as your small “combat” boots slapped against the ground as you ran towards the kitchen.
“Cassy! We has to go on a hunt so I can big girl hunt with Daddy and Uncle!” You yelled in a happy yet determined tone.
The only hunting in your future would be Easter Egg hunting.
MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?
Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:
b u t hope you enjoy ^~^
MC as a Birthday Present ♡
Everyone had been busy on his
(He was quite bittersweet about it. He
was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him
on his birthday?!?!)
So you decided to take him out to a
LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE
WAS REALLY SHOCKED
He almost cried tears of joy when you
showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally
…only to realize what he was doing
“Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit
too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He
inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
After all, he was a strong believer in
only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he
really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
But you laughed it off, and dragged him
by the hand to lead him into the convention center
There was SO MUCH MERCH
all of which he couldn’t buy
He hadn’t been prepared for this, after
You noticed his teary eyes as he stared
hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
He also spent about half an hour
following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him
Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time
but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
When it was time to go home, he honestly
didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he
asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD,
it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend
more time with you…”
The last of his words came out as a
whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
He asked so cutely though. Of course you
followed him home :D
When you reached the apartment, though,
he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try.
As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best
gift I’ve ever received…”
You paused in your movement, a small
laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets…
Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
You took out a gift-wrapping bow and
placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
His heart was going W I L D, gosh what
are you doing to this poor boy!?!
His eyes narrowed with determination as
he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be
the best gift in the worl–”
“HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open,
revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit
to how selfish you can be!”
Yoosung gaped at the interior of his
apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a
sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
Yoosung quickly removed his hand from
your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T
DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
With an irritated look, Zen crossed his
arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I
think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”
“Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face
into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time
You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean,
it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was
just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills,
he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
“It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of
us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in
consideration of that, and returned the smile.
Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they
had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur
outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets
of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with
catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random
flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
“They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he
still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers
spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after
someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a
break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars
overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through
that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had
to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with
me. I’m so sorry…”
He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching
for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s
Day preceding birthday wishes.
“Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you
can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
Control the beast. Control the beast.
“Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend
to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing
Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.
She hadn’t expected anyone to do
anything for her birthday O_O
“MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she
murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing
but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
“You don’t have to thank me~” you
grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after all~”
She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to
herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to
be cared for.”
Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently
tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you
exclaimed with excitement
The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her
shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the
both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the
tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you
didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually
nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up
earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun
began to set.
“Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!!
Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…”
you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with
her, noticing how delighted she looked.
Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her
on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon,
you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the
From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain…
the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial
lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you
admired the natural scenery together…
While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both
“Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m
cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate
today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen
to have another gift, do you? Haha, I
feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing
You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I
actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is
Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M
M E R I N G. Even more than it does for
Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t
want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’
The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra,
beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class…
EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
“J-Jumin… today is your birthday…
shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you
felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of
my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he
wants to spend time with you)
“Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling extremely awkward and guilty.
“Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle
in his eyes.
Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on
and the conversation flowed through.
The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite
the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating
me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut
out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
“Hm… what do you have in mind?”
You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers,
making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this
on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black
blindfold, and his breath hitched.
‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around
MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead,
he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from
the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of
the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and
music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite
recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes,
allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
His eyes widened, “This is…?”
“A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and
I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try
something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had
never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his
birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you
around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each
stall, feeling amazed by everything.
…It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won
a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a
permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some
terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you.
Try again next time, buddy.”
Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even
supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid.
(Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading
back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he
crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival,
shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
“Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to
the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire
at your words.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your
eyes like he was about to devour you.
Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment,
Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he
thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to
amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time?
“I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the
claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
“There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this
one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has
a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC,
Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday
after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for
the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately.
“GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet
as he waltzed around your room. It was 7
in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
Not long after you got dressed, he began
pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his
birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all
his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well,
you could always have me as your present instead…”
His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of
Seven’s prizes in large bags…
Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you
have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s
Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could.
“Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be
heading out for a bit.”
“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay.
Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”
“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about
carolers and holiday cheer.”
“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner
“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me
anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.
“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He
said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”
“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the
building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you
and into the freezing air.
“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He
said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then
briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.
“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always
dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s
food smells so delicious.”
You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank
“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs.
“I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he
wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two
at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that
he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room
wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You
blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”
“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.
“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.
“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She
said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.
“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited
to dig in to the wonderful looking food.
Time Skip – After Dinner
“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a
little bit sleepy from the meal.
“It was.” You said, a
bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said
clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged
from his room.
“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the
whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a
silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.
“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited
to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.
“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t
get anyone anything.”
You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your
Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.
“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”
“I actually do.”
“The idea of buying people presents gives some people
anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is
scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He
said with a completely straight face.
“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because
you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”
“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.
“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything
you give us.”
“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John
said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all
pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is
a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish
I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”
Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question
honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never
have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never
would have come to you with my case.”
He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re
“As I always am.” You said.
“Not always.” He corrected quickly.
You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s
so funny?” John asked.
“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly
wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”
“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.
“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.
He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”
John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first
present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary
and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled
out a small onesie.
“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys
Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over
to hug you.
John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”
You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.”
You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled
out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in
disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed,
“I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and
Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that
matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next,
it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary
their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt,
and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She
said smiling at you.
“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then
you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand
new blue scarf.
“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.
You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”
Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat.
Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs.
Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.
“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy
“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.
“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of
suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I
mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look
real nice on you.”
“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words
might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be
opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised,
however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone
upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents.
Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of
the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the
tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You
pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper.
Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said
in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you
a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking
at your surprised face.
“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good
to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled
“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”
“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your
room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were
‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”
“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”
You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a
black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You
traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?”
You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.
“Open it and see.”
You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been
drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s.
“Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”
“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every
day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this
necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”
“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss
for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much
smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”
He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your
hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh
my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.
“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say
it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny
person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched
world, agree to be my wife?”
“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood
up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top
of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked
Sherlock on the lips.
“What was that for?” He questioned.
“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.
“I hate tradition.”
“Is there anything you don’t hate?”
“I don’t hate you.”
You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr.
Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.
I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!
“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.
Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“
Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”
Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”
Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.
Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.
He’s one of only two kids here, which is not really unexpected given that this is the end-of-semester party for Prof. Martin’s honors criminal psych class. Not too many college kids around here with children. Stiles had assumed, like an idiot, that that was true for Derek, too. Or, more like, he hadn’t ever thought to wonder about it. He probably should have. At twenty-six, Derek is older than everyone else in the class except the professor. It’s totally plausible for a twenty-six-year-old to have a kid.
What seems less plausible is that that twenty-six-year-old with a kid would be Derek Hale. He just doesn’t look like Stiles’ idea of a dad. He came into class the first day in a leather jacket and tight jeans with this don’t-talk-to-me smolder, and Stiles spent most of that session pretending to look over the syllabus with the rest of the class while actually wondering what Derek looked like naked. He feels kind of skeevy about it now, if Derek is somebody’s dad.
It seems more and more likely that he is. The kid is a dark-haired little boy, not very talkative, and not five minutes after they arrived, he’d already bitten Prof. Martin’s daughter on the arm and been banished to time-out. That was about when Stiles felt he had to accept that yep, that was probably Derek’s kid.
Now Jamie and Derek are sitting together on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water. Jamie is sniffling, but as Stiles watches, Derek pulls a kleenex out of the pocket of his leather jacket and carefully—tenderly, even—wipes at the kid’s face with it. Derek’s saying something to him, and he’s got this achingly gentle smile on his face that Stiles has never seen before, and then he’s pulling a quarter out of his pocket. At the flash of silver the kid stops crying, looking tentatively interested. Derek winks at him and pretends to put the coin back in his pocket, then reaches up and plucks it from behind his ear. Jamie stares at it, and then at Derek, dumbfounded. Derek does it a second time, faster, tickling the kid’s ear as he “finds” the coin, and Jamie giggles. It’s basically illegal levels of adorable.
Yeah, that confirms it. It’s definitely more than a simple lust-crush thing at this point, and Stiles is fucked.
Stiles looks over at Boyd. He’s busy on his phone, typing out a meticulous, grammatically correct reply to a wall of emojis from Erica. “So…” Stiles prompts. “Fatherhood?”
“I think you’re closer to needing adult supervision yourself than providing it to others,” Boyd decides, hitting send on his text. “You can be the fun uncle, at most.”
“Hmm,” Stiles says, and morosely eats a curly fry.
Stiles is over at the cooler on the patio, digging around through the ice to see if there’s any beer left, when someone clears their throat behind him. He waffles and snags a Sprite and turns around to see Derek hovering there, leaning an elbow on the railing.
Stiles pops the tab open on his can and tries for a casual bro nod. “Hey. ‘Sup.”
“I like your shirt,” Derek says, biting his lip. “I am Groot.”
Stiles smiles and runs a hand down his chest, over the baby Groot on his shirt. “Yeah. I wasn’t gonna buy any more graphic tees, but then I saw it and I was powerless to resist.”
“Have you seen the sequel yet?”
Stiles throws his head back and groans. “No, and it’s killing me. I can’t wait. I’ve watched the trailer like ten times. I’ve been forcing myself to stay in my dorm and study, though. No movies for me. I mean, the way everyone was talking, I thought for sure Professor Martin’s final was going to torpedo my GPA. I’m actually feeling pretty good about it, though. I think I probably got, like, a low A. You?”
“Same. I feel sorry for anybody who didn’t keep up with the readings, though. That would torpedo their grade.”
Stiles snorts. He knows exactly who didn’t do the readings, because most of them are huddled together in a glum little group at the picnic table at the edge of the yard. “Definitely. There was so much on the final that was never even mentioned in class.”
Derek looks at him, lingering in a way that makes Stiles’ skin feel too hot. “I guess now that that’s over with, you can finally see the movie.”
“Yeah.” Stiles laughs, nervous without quite knowing why. Maybe it’s just that when Derek looks at him, it always makes him kind of nervous. “Guess so.”
Derek picks at the peeling label on his lemonade bottle, asks, “Do you maybe want to go see it with me?”
On the one hand, YES, hell yes, Stiles wants that, and the fact that Derek wants that makes him feel like breaking out dancing right here, right now, but—maybe Stiles feels slightly less like he should want it now than he did, oh, say, this morning.
In the distance, he can hear Jamie shriek-laughing down on the lawn as Heather tickle-attacks him. Dating Derek—seriously dating, because Stiles wouldn’t be down for casual, not in this case—would mean being in that kid’s life, maybe even eventually being that kid’s step-parent. And yeah, Jamie is cute. So is seeing how good Derek is with kids. But… Stiles’ gut reaction is “Yikes.”
Stiles agrees with Boyd on this one: Stiles should be the fun uncle at most. Stiles as a dad, responsible for the well-being of a small child? Yikes. Double yikes. Infinite yikes.
Derek is still staring at him, his smile fading to something more closed-off, more nervous, the longer Stiles doesn’t say anything. By the time Stiles says, “No, I—I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I can’t,” Derek doesn’t even look that surprised, more… resigned. Sad.
“Okay, well…” he says. “Thanks for considering it.” He nods, once, without quite looking at Stiles. Then he sets his lemonade down on the railing and walks away.
Stiles doesn’t really feel much like partying after that. There’s nothing like rejecting your crush—after a whole semester of trying to get them to ask you out, no less!—to ruin the mood. And anyway, he’s already eaten and socialized and done his time sitting around in the sunshine. He’s probably going to have sunburn all over his face and neck tomorrow to go along with his Derek-asked-me-out-and-I-said-no moping. He can be both emotionally and physically miserable at the same time. Great.
When he opens Prof. Martin’s front door, heading out to his Jeep parked up on the road, there’s a man jogging up the porch steps. He slows when he sees Stiles, shooting him a friendly enough smile.
“Everyone’s out back,” Stiles says. The guy looks a little older, like Derek’s age, maybe, and he has a tattoo on his arm, two thick dark lines. He definitely wasn’t in their class this semester. “Are you a friend of Professor Martin’s?”
“No, actually, I don’t know her. I’m Scott. I’m a friend of Derek’s. I’m just here to pick up my son for his dentist appointment.”
Stiles isn’t sure what his heart just did in response to that, but it’s probably nothing good. “Your son as in, the little boy who likes to bite people?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a phase he’s been going through,” Scott says apologetically, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We’re working on it. Hope he wasn’t too much of a problem today. Derek asked Professor Martin if he could come, and she said it would be fine, so…”
“Yeah, it’s been good,” Stiles manages to say through his inner mantra of Stiles, you idiot.
“Awesome. When Jamie heard Derek was going to a party, he just got so excited, you know? Kira—my wife—she tried to tell him it was a grown-up party, but he was really insistent. He’s kind of obsessed with Derek right now. Everything Derek does, Jamie wants to do.” Scott laughs a little. “You should’ve seen how excited he was when Kira hinted he might get a jacket just like Derek’s for his birthday.”
“Oh my god,” Stiles says faintly, because that mental image is almost too cute to handle. Also… apparently he isn’t leaving yet after all.
Stiles lingers as unobtrusively as possible on the back patio until Scott has collected Jamie from Derek, and then he heads over. For once, he’s able to sneak up on Derek, even though this time he’s not even trying. Derek’s clearly lost in his own head, standing alone over by the pool and staring down into the still water.
“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, drifting to a stop a few feet away.
Derek jumps a little, then sees who it is and looks even more startled.
Stiles snorts. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” Derek says, unconvincingly.
“Right, well. I just… I was just wondering if you still wanted to see that movie.”
Derek eyes him, wary and kind of puzzled. “Thirty minutes ago you said—”
“I know what I said. What I said was stupid.”
Derek’s expression doesn’t change, except to look incrementally more confused.
Stiles sighs. He’s just going to have to say it. “Thirty minutes ago I thought you were Jamie’s dad, okay? Now I know better.”
Derek uncrosses his arms. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And I figured… The date was probably going to go pretty well, and then there’d be another one and another.”
“That’s confident of you,” Derek says, cautiously pleased.
“Well,” Stiles shrugs, “I think I’ve spent enough time with you by now to know we’d be pretty great together, and honestly? I’m crazy about you. Any relationship with you, I would work like hell to make it work.”
Derek looks a little stunned.
Stiles forges on, hoping he’s not creeping Derek out. “So yeah, I figured if I said yes, it wouldn’t be just one date. And I figured I shouldn’t just jump into that without being prepared for what it might mean. Long-term.”
Derek steps in a little closer, and he’s just staring at Stiles and not saying anything and it’s wreaking havoc on Stiles’ nerves.
So, of course, he keeps talking, and talking. “Before you get creeped out, trust me, I know you’re just asking me out, not proposing marriage or whatever, but listen, I’m not going to jump into something with you if I’m not ready for the possibility of it getting serious one day. When you showed up with Jamie, I thought things getting serious between us might include your kid, and… Honestly, I’m not sure I want kids, and that’s not even getting into whether it’d be a good idea to give me a child. I feel like that could actually be a very terrifying idea, both for me and for him.”
“I mean, I’m happy enough seeing other people’s kids once in a while and then sending them home to their parents, you know? So I guess what I’m trying to say is, finding out you don’t have kids was basically the best news of my life because now I can say yes, like, the most enthusiastic of yeses—”
Derek kisses him. Stiles agreeably stops trying to talk, letting his eyes fall shut and his hands drift down to twist in Derek’s shirt. Who needs talking, anyway, when he has Derek gently coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. That’s the kind of communication style Stiles can really get behind.
After the third wolf-whistle from over by the picnic table, they reluctantly break apart. Derek looks satisfyingly dazed. Stiles feels like he probably does, too, because wow.
“I guess that was a yes to my yes?”
“That was a ‘Stiles, shut up before you run out of oxygen.’” Derek smiles. “And it was a yes.”