um. binch,, where art my crusty old men in this au????
um, binch,, u know where ur crusty old men are in this au. u helped me work it out. but :
so, jack is a local detective, and before he started working with the police force he was one of the most well-known superheroes in the city (though he and his partner gabe never had secret identities). he has retired now, but he and gabriel enjoy a quiet life - or as quiet as being a detective can be - together in the city. when he goes out for case work, he always stops by gabe’s bakery to buy danishes.
however, there’s been some strain on he and gabe’s marriage recently, and so jack has fallen into another vigilante persona to relieve stress and fight what he deems the biggest threat - the reaper, a terrorist and felon who jack thinks is behind the city’s crime spike.
Warning: i have been adding to this headcanon for nearly a month so it is pretty long xD OOPS SORRY NOT SORRY (i did put a cut though, so, yeah) NO REGRETS
Marinette is a youtuber
Her channel consists of mostly sped up videos of her drawing designs and making her designs. Some have voice over, some have soothing and relaxing music.
Her channel blew up
Partially because, wow, she’s really talented for only being in high school
And people just really enjoyed watching her work, it’s very unique
Sometimes she’ll do simple tutorials on how to make a simple skirt, or get started on designing, but those are more rare videos
She has a second channel that is less professional than her main, where she posts a bunch of random vlogs that her and Alya take whenever they do something interesting, or even some random challenges. Most of these videos involve Alya, since she got Marinette to make a second channel for fun vlogs
Her international followers (#subtitles) find it very interesting anytime she talks about Ladybug and Chat Noir because there are legit superheroes in Paris and no other part of the world has seen that.
They vlog all sorts of things
going to the craft store for new fabrics, buttons, patterns, literally anything Marinette needs for her next project (or they’re just bored)
They record random things they see around Paris, cosplayers of LB and CN, pigeons being weird, aesthetics
Alya and Marinette have a weekly “review” which includes Alya buying something for Marinette to review- mostly themed around her favorite heroes
Sometimes just walking around the mall. Nino is spotted in many vlogs as well, but Adrien is rarely seen since he is already around so many cameras in his normal life Marinette is respecting his privacy
A lot more below the cut because I have been working on this headcanon for nearly a month!
“We both look around us. I don’t think we’re in space; I can breathe just fine. And I don’t feel like floating away—though I am teetering on the edge of hysterical. So much power. So many stars. My mouth tastes like smoke. “Are you holding back at all?” I ask him.
“Not consciously,” Snow says. “Is it too much?”
“No. It’s like you completed the circuit,” I say, gripping his other hand. “I feel kind of drunk, though.”
“Drunk on power?” he asks. ― Rainbow Rowell, Carry On
Prompt: If your requests are
open, could you write a oneshot were batsis,who’s between Tim and Damian’s age
or is Damian’s twin sister, is constantly ignored, like they don’t mean to but
she’s just kind of invisible to/overshadowed by the batfam, so she decides on
staying with the superfam over summer to help at the Kent Farm (Of course
Alfred knows but he doesn’t tell) and the batfam doesn’t notice till like a
month in that batsis isn’t at Wayne Manor and they’re trying to find her and
Being the granddaughter of the Demon Head isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be. Being Damian’s twin sister is even worse.
“Not now, Y/N”
Your father keeps his back turned and continues to talk to
Damian. “Dad, I just …”
“I said not now!”
Damian’s lip curls slightly when he glances at you, “Leave
now, Y/N. Father and I are discussing the Mission, which you are not a part of”
You flinch, and quickly leave the cave. “Alfred?”
“In the study, Miss Y/N. Were you able to talk to your
“No, he was busy with Dami, he didn’t have time to talk to
Alfred sighs quietly, “You cannot allow the men of this
house to ignore you, Miss Y/N”
“I try Alfred! I try to get their attention! But I’m just
not good enough! I’m not part of the Mission so I don’t warrant any attention!”
Gentle hands draw you into a brief hug, “You do not need
your fathers permission, this time. I will allow you to go to the Kent farm for
the summer. Who will be there?”
“Kon, Clark, and Clarks mom, Martha. I’m gonna be helping
out around the farm”
“Very well. As long as you promise to write to me at least
once a week.”
That forces a chuckle out of you, “This isn’t the old times,
Alfie. I can just call you”
“Perhaps I enjoy receiving letters, Miss Y/N”
“Alright, alright, I’ll do both. You’ll keep me updated on
“Of course. Now” Alfred gently nudges you toward the door,
“It is time for you to pack. I received a call from Mister Kent, he will be
here in three hours to pick you up”
You and Clark land in front of the Kent farm, Kon landing
behind you. “Why is this bag so heavy?!”
Rolling your eyes you turn and take the duffel bag from your
friend, “Stop whining! You have super strength, and the bag isn’t that heavy!
It just has cloths in it!”
“Clark? Is that you?”
“Yeah, Ma! I brought Conner and Y/N with me!”
Martha Kent quickly steps out to the front porch, “Well
don’t just stand there come give your mother a hug!” Clark smiles, quickly
giving Martha a hug, Kon is next, and the, surprisingly, Marth wraps her arms
around you. For a split second, you panic, not having receive a hug from anyone
but Alfred in a long time. “It’s so nice
to meet you, Y/N! I hope you enjoy staying with us. Come on now, I’ve made pie”
Clank stands beside Conner, “They ignore her you know, the
Bats. She didn’t even tell them she was leaving. The poor kids touch-starved
and she doesn’t even realize it”
Conner nods, “I know, but Grandma will fix that. The two of
us will just have to make sure that she has the best summer possible”
“Yeah, we will”
“Pennyworth, who were you talking to?”
“No one, Master Damian, just a family member of mine”
Damian’s eyes narrow but decides to let the subject go,
“Father would like to know if you have seen Y/N. Todd asked where she was, and
Father has not seen her”
“I can’t say that I have, Master Damian. I have not seen her
in quite a while”
Damian hums, “Very well, I will tell father and Todd”
Almost an hour later Jason comes up from the Cave. “Alfred,
Damian says that you haven’t seen Y/N? How long has it been?”
“Quite a while, Master Jason. Come to think of it, I cannot
quite remember the last time I saw Miss Y/N”
“Damn, well I’m gonna try her phone again. If you see her,
will you let her know I need to talk to her?”
Once Jason leaves, Alfred picks up the phone and calls Y/N.
After a month and a half the rest of her family has finally notice that she
wasn’t in the Manor.
“I don’t know, Kon. I’ve never ridden a horse before, what
if I fall off?”
Conner chuckles, gently picking you up and putting you on
the back of the horse, “If you fall, I’ll catch you. You don’t have to worry
about falling, Blueberry’s really smooth”
“Alright, as long as you stay with me”
A gentle hand steadies you in the saddle, “Don’t worry, I’ve
Once the two of you get going, and you learn how to balance
on the horse, the ride is surprisingly easy. The two of you make a loop around
the farm, just taking in the open land. By the time you get back to the farm
house the sun is starting to disappear behind the horizon.
“It’s so peaceful here, I wish I didn’t have to leave”
“You can come back whenever you want, you know. Grandma
already said that you’re welcome whenever.”
Before you can respond, Clark steps into the barn. “Alfred
called while you were on your ride. He said your father has finally noticed
that you aren’t in the Manor. Jason actually noticed you missing first.”
“I’m not missing, I tried to tell Dad where I was going, but
he was too busy to listen”
“Well, you might want to call him and tell him you’re fine,
because he just sent out an emergency alert to all members of the Justice
Clark runs a nervous hand through his hair, “Batman called a
meeting, all of the original members of the Justice League are gonna be there.
I think you should call him, let him know that you’re safe, and tell him to
call off the search”
You’re shaking, everything seems like it’s too much as this
point, “He can’t be bothered with me when I’m at the Manor. Clark I’ve been
gone for a month and a half, almost two months at this point, and they are just
now noticing that I’m gone. I’m so done right now. I’m not calling him, I’m not
calling any of them. You can tell my father where I am when you have your
meeting, but he won’t be hearing anything from me”
“You know that I have to tell him, right?”
“You really don’t, Kal” Conner throws an arm around your
shoulders, drawing you close, “She’s right, they didn’t even notice that she
was gone. Y/N can just live here, with me and Grandma, somewhere she’ll have
people who care about her”
“Kon, you know that’s not the right thing to do …”
“IT’S NOT RIGHT HOW THEY TREAT HER!!” Conner visibly pulls
back, reigning in his anger, “It’s not right how they ignore her, it’s
practically child neglect.”
“I know, but now she can come here. Now she has us to look
after her. She’s always welcome in either of our apartments.”
“Thank you guys. You – you don’t know how much this means to
me. But, Clark’s right, he has to tell my father that I’m safe. You should
probably head to your meeting now, I’m gonna enjoy the rest of today with
Clark nods, pulling you into a tight hug before he flies
“What if we run away together. We can find some remote
island, I can fly back and forth to the main land for supplies. It could just
be the two of us, and anyone else we decided to tell”
You and Conner are laying on the roof of the barn, watching
the stars. You never knew how many of them there are, the Gotham smog tends to
block out all starlight.
“An island, huh? I don’t really think I’d want to live on an
island, too many sharks in the ocean. How about we live in the mountains.”
“That could work!”
“I’m kidding! I can’t just run away forever. Dad wouldn’t
stop looking for me, and then he’d pull out the kryptonite just to he could
beat the crap out of you!”
Connor pauses mid-laugh, “Clark’s on his way back. Bruce
will be here in the morning, he had to take care of something in Gotham
“Of course he did. The Mission is more important than
anything” Clark lands quietly beside you, still wearing the Superman suit, “So,
how did your meeting go?”
“Bruce was angry. Apparently, Alfred refused to tell him
anything, and at first so did I. Eventually I told him that you were somewhere
safe. He managed to deduce that you were here. He said that he’ll …”
“Be here tomorrow morning, yeah, I know.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N”
“It’s not your fault, Clark. Like I said before, nothing
comes before the Mission, not even his own children”
“Come down to the house, Ma made apple pie”
“Alright, it’s probably the last time I’ll ever have it. Dad
will probably lock me in the Manor and then forget about me”
“We won’t let that happen, I promise”
“What are you gonna do, Conner? Break into Batman’s house,
and kidnap me?”
Conner’s eyes briefly flash red, “If I have to, that’s exactly
what I’ll do”
The next morning comes too soon. You know that your father
is going to be angry, that he’s probably going to lock you in the Manor, and
that your twin is going to be pissed that he had to look for you.
“I could hide you in the barn, you know.”
You roll your eyes, “I’m not hiding in a barn from my own
father, I just wish that I could stay out here. It’s so … quiet compared to
Gotham. There’s no villains, no vigilantes, no galas, nothing like that.
Everything just seems simpler out here”
“I know what you mean. It’s nice to have a sanctuary. Clark
has his Fortress of Solitude, and I mean I could go there too, but I like it
“I understand. Did Clark say what time Dad would be here?”
“No” Connor takes a huge bite of her cereal, pointing the
now empty spoon at you, “He hasn’t tried to call you?”
“He can’t, remember, my phone slid off the roof, I haven’t
exactly had time to get another one!”
“Oh yeah” He pauses, tilting his head toward the door.
“Clark said that your dad is about 50 miles away, so he should be here in the
next half hour”
“Yeah, I assumed he would be here early”
“There’s still enough time, we can make a break for it …”
You just roll your eyes, going into the kitchen to help Mrs.
Kent clean up from breakfast. Exactly twenty-two minutes later Connor comes to
get you. The jet is less than a mile away, and Clark said that it would be best
if you were already waiting on the porch. The jet comes into view a minute
later. Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders an raise your chin, it’s
finally time to face the music.
Jason is actually the first one out of the jet. He sprints
up the porch steps and wraps you tightly in his arms.
“Don’t you ever do something like that again, you hear me?”
He’s trembling, fine tremors wrack his whole body, “I thought something had
happened to you. I’m gone for 3 months and you go missing, no one’s heard from
you, no leads, nothing, you just aren’t there anymore”
Jason was the only one in your family, other than Alfred,
who didn’t ignore you. He was constantly stealing you away from the Manor just
to spend time with you, but sometimes he would go on missions that lasted
between three to six months. Half the time he wouldn’t be able to contact you
at all, and your father refused to tell you anything.
“I left a note for you …”
“Yeah, and all it said was that you were leaving for a
while. That doesn’t help me, short stack! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry, Jay. I kinda expected to be back before you came
“I asked B to wait in the jet until I talked to you. He’s
pissed, Y/N. He flipped his shit when he realized you’d left. How long have you
been gone, kid? Obviously, a while, you’re a hell of a lot tanner than when I
last saw you”
“I’ve been here for almost two months as this point.”
Jason’s eyes widen, one hand running through his hair, “Two
months … You’ve been gone for two goddamn months, and your own father didn’t
“Um, yeah” You scratch the back of your head nervously, “I
left with Conner and Clark on June 16th, and its August 3rd
“I’m gonna kill him”
“Don’t do that! You promised me no more killing unless
“This is necessary!”
Mrs. Kent opens the front door, still drying her hands on a
dish towel, “What’s all this ruckus out here? Clark! Where are your manors?
Invite these nice people in for some snacks”
“Ma, I don’t …”
“Clark Kent, I know I raised you with manors”
“Yes, ma’am. Y/N, I’ll get Bruce and Damian from the Jet,
why don’t you, Jason, and Conner head inside”
Being stared down by your father and twin brother is extremely
awkward, especially when they aren’t saying anything. It isn’t until after the
snacks are cleared away, and everyone has once again moved out to the porch
that they say something.
“Are you going to return to Gotham with us, sister? Or are
you going to continue to run away and waste our time?”
“I didn’t run away, Damian!”
“tt” Damian rolls his eyes, mouth set in an almost permanent
sneer, “You do not tell anyone where you are going, refuse to answer your phone,
refuse to come home of your own violation … need I go on?”
“I tried to tell you and father! You two were too busy to
listen to me! I told Alfred where I was going, and if anything happened I was
living in the same house as two Super’s!”
Your father finally steps forward, getting in between you
and your twin, “What you did was irresponsible and selfish, Y/N. What if the
city needed me while I was out searching for you? People could have died
because of your actions. Do you know what it’s like to have to worry about
someone who …?”
Tears sting your eyes, “Go ahead! What were you going to
say? Someone who can’t defend themselves? Someone who’s a disappointment?
Someone who will never be the daughter you wanted? Someone who refuses to be
ignored any longer?!” You take a deep shuddering breath, finally meeting your
father’s eyes, “Then why did you come? Why did you come if I’m so terrible to
Bruce reaches out, tries to touch your shoulder, but you
quickly evade, “Y/N …”
“No, you listen. I’ve been gone for two months! Two whole
months, and you weren’t even the one to notice that I was gone! Jason noticed
before you did, dad!” More tears slid down your cheeks, “Do you know what it’s
like to be ignored like this? To be so easily forgotten? Dad, do you know why I
was allowed to live?” Bruce shakes his head, “I was meant to die shortly after
Damian and I moved in with you. Mother had orchestrated my death, it was meant
to bring you closer to her, out of shared parental grief. I’m not sure why I
didn’t die, but sometimes … sometimes I wish I did!!”
It’s like all the fight’s drained out of you, and now you’re
just tired, “It’s okay, Jason. I won’t argue anymore, I’ll go back to the
Manor. I won’t leave anytime soon, it’ll be just like before”
“Y/N, don’t …”
You turn, facing Conner, “Thank you, for everything this
summer. It was really nice to spend time with you, and I really hope that we
can stay friends”
Conner envelopes you in a huge hug, squeezing you tightly to
his chest, “Of course we can, we’ll be friends forever now.”
“I’m coming father, I won’t keep you from Gotham any longer,
just let me grab my bag”
“Don’t start your shit, Damian. Being your twin sister has
been hell, and right now I can’t take any of your insults”
Damian looks taken aback by your hostility, “I only wanted
to say that I am sorry for how I treated you in the past, and I hope you know
that … I will protect you if Mother ever tries to hurt you”
You let out an exhausted sigh, “Yeah, you’ll protect me, if
you even notice me. I’ll be back in a minute, I need to pack”
Once Y/N is gone Jason, Conner, and Clark turn to face Bruce
“You see what you’ve done now, Bruce? You see what I’ve been
trying to tell you for years? Do you even know that girl? She’s been with you
for six years now, she’s your daughter, and you don’t even know what her
favorite color is!”
Bruce straightens, “I understand that I haven’t been very
present in her life …”
“I’m gonna stop you there, Mr. Wayne. I understand that you’re
Batman, that you protect Gotham from the bad guys, but did you ever think of
how much damage you have done to that girl upstairs. Y/N is … she’s amazing,
probably one of the most kind hearted and forgiving girls that I have ever met,
and you’ve hurt her. You have made her feel worthless, like she doesn’t deserve
attention, and I’ve been working for two months now to fix that.” Conner
straightens his shoulders, “I’ll be visiting her a lot, just to make sure that
you don’t undo what I’ve accomplished. You have a really special girl, Mr.
Wayne, I’d hate to see you lose her forever.” Then the teenager turns and walks
into the house.
“He’s right, Bruce”
“I know he’s right, Clark! I know I’ve messed up! I don’t
need everyone here to tell me that”
Clark opens his mouth, but Jason beats him to it, “Then what
are you going to do about it!? You can bitch that you know how terrible of a
father you are, but what are you going to do to fix it? Because don’t think for
once second that I won’t take her away from you. Conner and I won’t let you
neglect her anymore. What you’ve been doing is considered child neglect, you’re
just lucky that she’s old enough to take care of herself or she might be dead
by now from your carelessness.”
“I’ll change, Jason, Clark. I’ll change for her, I’ll pay
more attention, I’ll listen to her, I’ll go to counseling with her, I’ll go to
parent classes if I have to! I didn’t realize …” Bruce breaks off when his
voice cracks, his hands tremble, “I’ll be a good father, I promise”
Damian places one hand on his father’s shoulder, “I believe
that we both have made mistakes, Father, and that we both have quite a long way
to go until we gain Y/N’s trust back”
“We’ll do everything in our power to make this up to her. I
didn’t realize how bad it had gotten” Everyone outside can hear Y/N and Conner coming
down the stairs, “We have a long way to go to make it up to her, to prove that
we care for her.” Bruce squares his shoulders, “We have to own up to what we’ve
done, it’s time to face the music.”
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit how much power you actually hold over me.”
“I’m never helping you home ever again.” You huffed as you dragged the drunken mass of a man named Gaston through the empty town square late in the evening.
“You said that the last time.” Gaston slurred as he leaned more heavily into your side, making your job of escorting him home all the more difficult.
You grunted as the sudden increase in weight caused your balance to topple a little. Luckily you managed to catch your footing before the both of you crashed on the unforgiving cobblestone.
“Look, I’m gonna need you to ease up here,” You said as you tried to push him off you so you weren’t carrying all of his weight. “You’re three times my size and I’m going to need a little cooperation.”
Still in a daze, Gaston leaned his head down so your foreheads touched before he burried his face into your neck. “You’re hair smells really nice.” His voice was muffled and hard to understand with his slur but you got the point.
You sighed heavily as you stopped your movements and looked down at him. Had it not been for the fact you had been dragging him by the arm for the past twenty minutes and still had a good way to go, you would have found his behavior endearing or even amusing.
But now it was just annoying, you repositioned your arm around him and pulling him away from you with the best of your ability. “Come on, It’s high time we got you home.”
The two of you trudged along, Gaston had since stopped talking but you could faintly hear him humming the song he was singing in the tavern with the other townspeople but at least he was somewhat walking on his own.
You rounded the corner and walked up to the steps that lead to his front door before you stopped and had him lean against the railing. “Where is your key?”
Gaston ran his hands down the red leather of his coat and patted at the two outside pockets before he shrugged. “Dunno.”
You sighed and pulled at the one lapel of his coat and dug into the pocket that was sewn into the inside.
Gaston let out a rather high pitched giggle and wrapped his hands around your waist to hold you closer. “At least wait till we’re inside, darling.”
You quickly fished the key from his pocket and wacked at his hand before you removed yourself from his grasp.
“You’re lucky you’re drunk,” You mumbled as you sat him down on the last step. “Stay here until I get the door.” You said as you pointed your index finger a few inches from his nose.
Gaston nodded lazily and moved his head foward to bop his own nose against your finger before he slumped against the railing.
“Next time I see Lefou, I’ll strangle him.” You muttered as you ascended up the steps and unlocked the door, opening it the entire way to avoid as little malfunctions as you could manage.
Taking the time to light a few candles so you had some source of light before attempting to drag him through the maze of furniture in his living room.
Gaston was still slumped where you left him whenever you made your way outside again. “Up we go,” You heaved as you dragged his body yo from the ground. “Let’s get you inside.”
He was much more quiet as the two of you crossed the threshold. You were fairly certain Gaston was falling asleep where he stood because all of a sudden the weight became too much and you had to drop him on the couch so you could recollect your strength.
“What am I going to do with you?” You said with exasperation as you looked down at, hearing him start to giggle again and this time drawing a laugh from yourself. “Hey, I’m trying my best.”
Gaston continued to chuckle as he stood up on his own, pinching your cheek lightly as he passed you. “I know, dear.”
You walked ahead and pulled open his door, making sure he didn’t harm himself on the way to his bed. Gaston fumbled with getting his getting his coat off, and had an even harder time undoing the buttons of his waistcoat until eventually asking for your assistantance.
His eyes followed your movements as you undid the little brass buttons and helped him remove the fabric from his shoulder so he could rest in comfort. You even went the step further and helped him climb into the covers and making sure he was warm.
You sat down on the edge and sighed as you patted his chest. “See? We finally made it,” You told him with a smile. “Here sit up.” You advised as your started untying the ribbon from his hair and setting it on the bedside table.
“Comfy?” You asked him as he shook out his hair and finally let his head fall back into the pillow with a sigh of content.
You brushed back a rogue strand of dark hair from his eyes, and seizing the opportunity, Gaston grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
“You know, it’s a little embarrassing to admit how much power you hold over me.” He mumbled against your hand as his eyes fell shut.
The small tingle his breathing left against your skin made you laugh a little. “Oh you’re not going to remember a word of this tomorrow,” You said with a sigh as he started to drift in and out of sleep. “And then you’ll come complaining to me about your hangover.”
“You know me too well.” He said quietly as his hand let go of yours. “I might as well marry you.”
You laughed and shook your head at him. “We can talk about marriage tomorrow when you can tell me what day it is.”
“Do I detect a promise?” Gaston asked, though the end of his sentence and drifted off as he finally fell asleep.
You gave him a lopsided smiled before you leaned over and blew out the candle to let him get some well deserved sleep.
“You know, Der,” Stiles says with feigned offense, practically skidding to a stop in the parking lot outside Derek’s house, “I am hurt that you’d just automatically assume it was me.” His poorly suppressed grin proudly announces his total lack of innocence.
Derek raises an unimpressed eyebrow and uncrosses his arms to gesture at the rear window of his car with an annoyed flick of his wrist.
Decorating the glass is a small army of stick people bearing a variety of accessories, one obnoxious figure for each member of the pack.
“Come on, big guy, I know you love the gas mileage or whatever, but you’ve gotta admit the hot soccer dad mobile isn’t as sexy as the Camaro was. It needed a little something. So I bought you a present.” Stiles’ is beaming and casually leaning into Derek’s space.
“And the stick with the tail that says ‘Dad’ under it? That’s supposed to be me?” Derek is still pissed, his inflection incredulous, but Stiles can see a hint of amusement in the way his lips twitch and his eyebrows tilt out of a furrow.
Stiles’ grin grows even wider. “Well, obviously.” When Derek scowls, he adds “Come on, Der, if parent teacher conferences were still a thing in college, you know you’re the one that would get called in when our little delinquents misbehaved.” Derek’s brow quirks at the use of ‘our’, but Stiles doesn’t seem to have noticed it. “And the pu- the kids all go to you for help with their cars, you help pay their tuition, you intimidate all of Isaac’s potential dates. You’re like, their wolf papa.”
Despite Stiles’ absolutely gleeful explanation, Derek remains unmoved. He darts another glance at the rear window and looks back at Stiles with a gleam in his eye that makes Stiles squirm.
“So, if I’m the pack dad, what does that make you?”
Stiles rubs at the back of his neck and shuffles his feet. “Me? I’m just the human.” It sounds like a question, but Derek ignores it.
“I mean, the kids, as you called them, go to you for life advice, and help with classes, and to complain about me. You all make cookies together, and when they need reassurance about non-werewolf stuff, you’re who they call first. That sounds like maybe you’re the pack mom, Stiles.” Derek is openly grinning now, Stiles’ discomfort making the corners of his mouth twitch like he’s fighting a laugh.
Stiles’ reaction is immediate and spectacular. “Hey!” he yells, full of indignation. “First of all, that is some gender stereotype bullshit you just said, Hale. Second, my cookies are amazing, and I don’t hear you complaining about them while you practically inhale them on movie night! And C, you should be so lucky!”
Derek’s smile has reached frankly unsettling proportions. “So, our little sticks aren’t holding hands because you want to raise three rambunctious werewolves together? Or do you just want to role-play?”
Stiles’ mouth opens to argue, but no words come out for a long moment. “Holding- we aren’t…Role-play! Wha-” he looks closer at the stick figures that span most of the rear window, and visibly deflates, muttering a seething “Goddammit, Erica.”
“I didn’t do that.” Stiles says lamely, gesturing vaguely at where the wolf-man and the police officer (Stiles projected a few years into the future for his stick) are most definitely attached at their tiny circular hands.
Derek takes a step closer, cocky smile melting into something softer as he gets closer to Stiles. “So, this wasn’t your completely obnoxious way of asking me out?”
“No! I would ne- wait. What?” Stiles’ eyes narrow in confusion and Derek tries and fails not to find it adorable.
They’re practically chest to chest now, and looking right into each other’s eyes, Stiles’ breath is coming slightly fast, and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. Derek follows the movement deliberately, letting Stiles take in how Derek’s eyes trace along Stiles’ mouth. “Stiles,” Derek says softly, somehow managing to make it sound like a fond ‘Come on, don’t be stupid’. His eyebrows are raised encouragingly, urging Stiles’ brain to connect the dots.
Stiles’ eyes search Derek’s face, and when Derek settles a hand tentatively on Stiles’ hip, Stiles breathes out a soft “Oh” and smiles.
“Yeah, Stiles, ‘Oh’. Welcome to the conversation.”
Stiles shoves playfully at Derek’s shoulder, then decides to leave his hand there. “Derek?” he says seriously, “Do you want to hold hands with me?” Derek laughs and presses the sound of it into Stiles’ mouth. When they pull away several minutes later, both slightly dazed, a look of dawning realization crosses Stiles’ face. “And I am most definitely not going to call you ‘Daddy’ like, ever.”
This time, Derek’s laugh is too much to muffle with a kiss, but his eventual “Thank god” is mostly lost when Stiles pulls him closer.
A/N: I could not for the life of me find a good stick figure family maker, so I will probably draw the rest of the pack if you all want to see what everyone else is accessorized with. What do you think?
This is taking AGES!! And painting it will take even longer (ಥ﹏ಥ)But I’ll do it for the best kids （๑✧∀✧๑）
If they think I’m going to believe that sad tale that Noctis was the only who attended the Carnival, they’re dead wrong. They all went, had a blast, and avoided each other. Waaaaaiiit… I’m writing FanFics now? While I’m at it, Iris is a beast Chocobo racer, gets it from the audacious AF driving skills she learned from Gladio. ((He’s too reckless that’s why they don’t let him drive the Regalia, but is very good at driving under pressure xP))
Pink Chocobo shirt for Iris, and Black Chocobo shirt for Gladio. There’s loads more colors too. I need to stop putting off drawing the tattoos (⋟﹏⋞)
Sooooo… Am I going to finish this or what? I spent WAY too much time on that Square Enix Cafe logo ;-;
I love how you draw Fatgum! Everyone is over here freaking out because hes so hot (which i dont disagree with) but I am more focused on how he reminds so much of a loving older brother figure. Can I adopt Fatgum as my older brother? I hate giving people hugs but I would hug Fatgum anyday and everyday. Hes too pure. I want one. Please draw more Fatgum. There can never be enough. And when he gets animated, we can all die happy.
augh…if only i can see him in the more innocent eyes of an older bro– My mind if forever tainted with daddygum– cvbnjmkdfg he really is so pure and good need more Fatgums in the world ah and thank you!