Pst hi I LOVE YOUR FICS you have no idea how much they give me life <3 <3 I came across this really cute (and frankly heartbreaking) AU: "[burgler gently wakes me] you live like this?" (stolen from a post I saw on fb) and I kinda just need Stiles to do everything he can to make Derek's life better? THANK YOU SO MUCH :D
It IS frankly heartbreaking… which means I’m totally into it.
Derek definitely went to sleep alone. He always does, these days. It doesn’t explain why he drifts awake in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone lightly poking his shoulder.
It’s probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn’t startle. His claws don’t come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels… resigned.
“You live like this?” the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. “I mean. You actually live here?”
That seems too obvious, not to mention too insulting, to merit a response. “What are you doing here?” Derek asks instead. His voice comes out low and rough. This is the first time in days he’s had any reason to say anything. “This is private property.”
The guy shifts on his feet and sticks his hands under his armpits uncomfortably. “Okay, straight to the awkward questions. I like that.”
Well I promised I wouldn't tell but... If you guess who it is, it's won't be a problem, right?
Uh right! Right! Give me a hint!
This person has pale skin, and black hair, and they're from a very old, powerful clan
Also, when we were in the academy, they were always watching you, though you never seemed to notice
They have a rare bloodline limit
*scratches his head and squints*
It gives them very special eyes
So, you're telling me this person... *counts on his fingers, muttering* and they... Aha! I get it.
Hehe, Sasuke, that bastard must be pretty embarrassed
Oh well, I guess it makes sense
Though it's weird that we're both guys...
Don't tell him I said this, but I always thought he was really pretty, not like a girl, just, um, in a different way
And he's really cool, but, but sweet too, like awkward in a cute way when he tries to be nice. Plus we understand each-other.
Even though we fight a lot- hell, even fighting with him is really fun.
And those times we kissed... They were an accident, but damn, that bastard had soft lips. I wonder if- uh *blushes* never mind.
All things considered, it could be a lot worse
I wonder if I should ask him out on- Sakura-chan?
Sakura-chan, your eye is twitch-
HINATA, SHE'S THE ONE WHO- HINATA, SHE'S A GIRL, SHE'S ALWAYS- THE CHUNIN EXAMS, NEJI'S COUSIN, YOU CAN NOT BE THIS DENSE, BAKA NARUTO!
I don't get it. What does Hinata have to do with Sasuke and me?
You know what, never mind. Yeah, take him out to eat ramen. Figure out how you'll revive his clan together while you're at it. It's not going to be easy since you're both guys, but when was anything ever easy for you two? It never stopped you before.
Kami-sama, I tried. I really did. I'll leave the rest up to you.
Sakura-chan, you're not making any sense. Where are you going? Oi, Sakura-chan!
As Jack descends in the elevator to the basement, it strikes him that he never knew his condo building had a rental suite. Between his hockey commitments and hermit tendencies, there’s still a lot about his own home he doesn’t know despite living here for six years. It’s part of the reason he offered to help out around the building: to keep himself social during the summer season. His parents talked a lot about building a community of friends outside of work, and he knows his way around a toolbox so. Why not?
The basement is… really creepy, actually, reserved for the storage lockers and recycling bins. Even the parking garage is a level up and more inviting than this. There’s only one hallway so Jack follows it, certain he’s going the right way when he hears the voice through the wall.
“It’s fine, Mama. I know you wanted to help me pick out a place but this one is great. It’s in a nice neighbourhood, very secure… Yes, I got your pepper spray in the care package, but please, this is Providence, not New York City.”
Jack doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but he can’t help but notice how young this guy sounds. In a building where the average condo sells for over two million dollars, most of the neighbours he sees in the halls are retirees or working professionals. There aren’t many parties, which he appreciates.
He knocks on the cheap wooden door which rattles in the hinges. No wonder they’re renting this room out instead of selling, he thinks. There’s shuffling on the other side, and Jack hears the boy… man say “Goodness, I think the custodian is here already… of course I have pie who do you think I am? Call you back, love you.”
The door opens and there’s a lingering moment of silence as they each look at the person across from them. This guy looks to be a few years younger than Jack, a bit shorter, lean but with well-defined muscles he can see quite clearly thanks to him wearing the shortest shorts that could possibly be considered not-underwear. He’s staring. Oh boy, he’s staring and he needs to not be doing that so he drags his eyes up and they stall on the loose neckline of his tank top.
It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.
Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.
When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.
The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.
“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.
‘If your reading this I must be dead.
Sounds so real when I actually write it like that, it’s a possibility after all. I mean this is a war. People die all the time and I guess it was my time and I’m gone.
If I’m not and you guys find this then stop reading.
There’s some things that are just rude and you should know not to go through people’s stuff.
I’m talking about you Pidge.
So if your still reading this…
I’m dead or your an ass hole (Keith).
So let’s start I guess.
I lance McLain being of sound mind and body write my last will and testament.
To Hunk. What could I possibly leave you that could even come close to repaying all you’ve done for me over the years? For all those times you talked me down at the Garrison and made sure I didn’t spend too much time alone with only my thoughts. I love buddy so I leave you my family. If I’m gone I need them to know what happened. I need them to know I did something with my life, that I made a difference.
To Pidge you little gremlin, I leave you the tree house I built in my backyard. I know you pretend to hate outdoors, but I’ve seen how you love to watch the trees, figured you’d appreciate getting one of your own and being able to connect to the wifi.
To Shiro. You were my hero, when I wanted to apply to Garrison everyone told me I couldn’t do it. That I was too stupid or too much of a screw up to make anything of myself. Watching you on the news actually go against the odds and become the youngest graduate ever… well it kept the dream alive and got me through some pretty dark times. To you I leave my sketch book. It’s filled with drawings of earth. Drawing really helped ground me when I felt too anxious to sleep, I’m sure you know what that’s like. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that actually hears you wandering the halls late at night. I hope that drawing can help you as much as it did me.
To Allura… look I know I flirted with you a lot, I’m sorry for that… I know I must sounded like such an idiot and a creep. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better paladin or friend. I leave you all my beauty products. That may sound like I only value your looks but I respect you so much for all you’ve done trying to fight this war with only the six of us as back up. I guess I’m trying to ask you to have a treat now and again, take as good a care of yourself as you do with us .
To Coran, your probably one of the biggest reasons I didn’t end up wallowing in self pity the whole time I was here. I don’t really remember my dad. He left when I was too young to remember him. But the time I spent with you made me feel like I knew what a dad was and I love you for that. I leave you the box under my bed. I filled it with memorabilia from all the good times we all spent together. Please keep adding to it and keep having good times without me.
Finally to Keith. Bet you thought I’d forgotten about you, hey Mullet? I’m not really sure what to write. We’ve been through so much together that I just don’t have the words to tell you how I feel. I just wish I had the courage to tell you that I really care about you while I was still around. Tell you that I love you. Wow that was scary to write. But getting it out and knowing that some point in the future you’ll know this is oddly liberating, like a weights been lifted off my shoulders. So yeah Mullet I love you. I love you so much that it hurts knowing that no matter what I do, I’ll never be good enough for you. You deserve the best, you deserve the universe… because that’s what you are to me. To you I leave you the most important thing to me. Blue. I love her dearly and I know she’s gonna be sad without me, so please keep her company. She likes songs from Mama Mia and having her claws painted, I know you know will get on great.
Wow I didn’t expect to start crying while I wrote this. Putting it all in words is hard. It’s beyond hard knowing that there’s a possibility that one day I’ll be gone and you’ll just move on. That someone else will pilot Blue and take over as a paladin for me.
I just wish that our time together would never end and I would never have to say goodbye to any of you.
But despite what you guys think, I’m not an idiot. I know I’m the weakest link and that if anyone’s gonna end up dying in the line the duty it will probably end up being me.
I suppose that doesn’t matter anymore.
What matters is that you all know that your like a second family to me and that I love you all so, so much.
Lance put down the pen wiping his teary eyes as he read through what he had written. He had just gotten out of the healing pod after being shot in the chest by a Glara guard during a mission gone bad.
Coming that close to death made him realise that he didn’t want to just go without knowing the people he loved knew how much he cared about.
There was a soft knocking at the door “hey Lance dinners ready” Hunk called.
“Be there in a minuet.” Lance replied folding the page and hiding the letter under his bed resting on top of his memory box. He opened the door and smiled at Hunk who took in his puffy red eyes and didn’t hesitate to give the smaller paladin a hug. “Homesick bud?”
Lance chuckled glancing back at the letter “yeah… something like that.”
Scenario where all the guys are arguing over being in love with the reader? (i want to see how they would handle that.)
I kind of made this an ailment thing anon, cause I just couldn’t see the bros arguing like that T-T I hope this is okay!
While fighting a group of killer wasps, the boys are doused in an unrecognisable gas. It affects them in a most unusual way…
Fem!Reader x …all of the bros I guess! SFW WC: 4564 (another longer one, sorry!)
The sound of clanging metal was strong in your ears. You and
the boys had unfortunately run into some killer wasps on your journey, and they
were posing quite an annoying
challenge. The three huge insects were rearing up again, and you knew that at
any moment, they were going to release those horrible status ailment gases.
Nimbly you dodged out of range.
“Guys! Look out!” But your warning call was too late as thick
blue jets of gas expelled from the three wasps, clouding around the boys still
in close range.
“Ugh, does it have to smell so bad?” cried Prompto, swishing his arms around desperately in a
futile attempt to waft the gas away. You knew that it wasn’t going to stop the
gas from working into their bodies though, once it hits you it’s like it clings
“What even is this one?” Noctis yelled, warp striking to one
of the wasps trying to fly higher out of reach. He plunged his engine blade
into the wasp, bringing it back down to the ground where Ignis impaled it with
his spear. One down.
“I must say I am rather confused myself. I’ve never seen
that colour before.”
“Yeah well, I say we destroy them before it has a chance to
work.” Gladio charged at the second wasp, knocking it to the floor with a heavy
swing of his great sword. You agreed with Gladio, the sooner you got out of
there the sooner you could see what kind of ailment they had and treat it
“Just be careful you guys, don’t let them have a chance to
do it again!” You told them, and Prompto swivelled around to face you, shooting
you a beaming smile.
“It’s sweet that you’re so worried about us! Don’t worry,
we’ve got this.”
As the blonde was speaking the third wasp loomed over him,
stinger posed ready to strike, but he hadn’t
Damn it Prom!
Swiftly you brought up your pistol, borrow from Prompto’s
own collection, and fired straight at its body. Prompto turned to see the
insect fly backward from the impact of the shot, and turned to you once more.
“Um, thanks!” He grinned sheepishly, resolving to get his
head back in the game.
“No problem, let’s get the last one.”
All five of you turned to the last one, hovering above you.
Prompto stepped forward this time, raising his gun square at its head. And with
one shot, he sent the insect crashing down to the ground, where Gladio hit it
with his sword to make sure that it was truly dead.
“Ahh, thank the gods that’s over.” You stretched, pocketing your pistol once
“Yeah, and you’re getting better with your aim too.” Gladio
nodded at you, and you smiled at his praise. You’d only been practicing for a
few weeks, and this was really the first fight where you helped in the attack.
“Soon you might be even be as good as me.” Noctis smirked,
never passing on the chance to boast. Gladio biffed him on the back of his
head, causing you to laugh. Never a dull moment with your boys, that was for
“You alright Iggy?” You turned to look at the tawny haired
man who hadn’t yet spoke, his hand cupping his chin in thought.
“Yes, thank you. I’m just wondering… I really haven’t seen
that colour of gas before from killer wasps.” He adjusted his glasses, coming
to stand beside you as all five of you set off back to camp.
“Yeah, blue is a weird colour for gas!” Prompto agreed from
your other side.
“Indeed… and there’s something else rather peculiar.”
“What’s that Ignis?”
“Why has it not affected us yet?”
That stumped everyone. Ignis was right, going by the rest of
the gases that the wasps sprayed, the ailment should have been almost instant.
It definitely would have been showing itself right about now at the very least,
yet none of the boys looked worse for wear.
“Uh… immunity?” Prompto offered hopefully.
“I doubt it. When have we ever been fully immune to status
attacks while not wearing protective accessories?”
“Good point specs, but are you saying that there’s something
wrong with us here…?” Noctis asked the question that was on all your minds.
They hadn’t shown any symptoms yet… but was that really a good thing?
“To give you an honest answer, I don’t know. But I feel we
should err on the side of caution.”
And with that thought, the five of you trudged back to camp
feeling more than a little weary.
Your stomach was full, you were warm sat beside the fire,
and you were very comfortably stretched out on the floor, leaning on one elbow.
That’s the life!
By the time that Ignis had cooked his meal and everyone had
consumed their share, the atmosphere had lifted somewhat. There had been no
symptoms from any of the boys, and a good couple of hours had passed at least.
In fact, the only one still worrying about it was of course, Ignis.
“We’re fine specs. If something were to happen, surely it
would’ve happened by now?” Noctis nudged the man in question from his chair,
opposite you. Ignis shook his head in reply.
“We don’t know that. Perhaps because it’s a new form of gas,
it is a weaker solution than the others? Therefore, it wouldn’t act as fast. Or
perhaps it just needs time to slowly work around our bodies?” He mumbled again,
staring off into the distance. He really was absorbed in his thought process.
“Eh don’t sweat it. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.”
Gladio gave him a swift slap on the back, bringing him out of his reverie.
“Yes well, I sure hope so.” He answered quietly,
re-adjusting his askew glasses.
“Hey [Name]! Do you want to go practice your shooting some
more? You’re getting really good!” Prompto bounded over to you and tapped you
on your back. He had been giving you shooting lessons for a while now,
encouraging you to do your best so you could finally join in the fights
properly. Today had been a big step for that, and you didn’t want to back down
“Heck yes!” You agreed, standing up instantly and scouring
the area looking for the best place for shooting practice. Your eyes landed on
a spot not far away from camp, in a clearing from the trees. The other boy
should also be able to watch you and offer advice from where they were too.
“How about there?”
“Prefect!” And with that you followed Prompto down the hill,
readying your pistol to practice. Prompto stood at the side of you, his own
pistol aimed and at the ready.
“Right, so you wanna stand with your legs slightly apart to
get the best balance, plant your feet firmly on the ground… well, when you can,
I mean that may not be possible when you’re being attacked by killer wasps-”
“Get on with it!” Gladio called from the top of the hill,
causing Prompto to flush in response. He loved this teacher roll; it felt great
to be able to help someone like he was doing, to be needed by someone. So he
felt anxious to not get it wrong.
“A-ah, you’re right! Okay so just copy my stance.”
You watched Prompto stand the way he just explained to you,
his gun ready in an outstretched hand, and you did your best to mimic him.
“Y-yeah you got it!”
That had sounded odd… Quickly you threw Prompto a glance.
Was his speech getting slurred…?
“Okay, now raise your gun… aim for the branch of that tree
Ignoring the slight slur and putting it down to exhaustion,
you did as he asked and aimed for the tree in the distance.
The sound of the bullet echoed in the wide clearing, but the
sound of the bullet lodging in the offending wood sounded even better to your
“Yes!” You cried, hearing clapping from the top of the hill.
The three boys were smiling at you, pleased you were getting better. It warmed
your heart. Their support meant everything to you, and once again you were
pleased that they had decided to let you join in their journey.
Gladio began chatting to Ignis, and you felt like having
another go now two less people were watching. It would be less pressure for
you. Cheeks flushed with excitement, you turned back to Prompto.
“Can I have another go?”
He chuckled at your eager expression, his big blue eyes
“Of course! This time, try and show me the stance on your
Nodding, you got to work.
Now what was it he
said…? Stand with your legs apart for balance… feet on firmly planted… raise
“Is that it?” You asked, trying to look at the blonde over
“Nearly. You just need to move your leg an inch… no kind of
like… hang on a second, I’ll show you.”
And in a completely unexpected move, Prompto came to stand
very close behind you, his arms resting on your hips. It was like his proximity
was suddenly all you could focus on, the almost
feel of his chest against your back, the light drift of his breathing as his
chin rested on your shoulder ever so lightly. The very real feeling of his fingers steadying your hips.
“Here, this arm needs to straighten out a little.” He
uttered, his lips right at the shell of your ear, his voice taking on an
unusually deep tone. His hands ran up from your hips, up along your waist and
over your sides until he came to your arms. His fingers overlapped your elbows,
gently coaxing them straight.
“Much better, though, your stance is still a little off…”
Suddenly you felt the pressure of Prompto’s leg sliding in
between yours, tapping your feet slightly until you nudged them further apart.
He kept his foot firmly planted between yours, his leg ever so slightly
brushing against yours, sending chills up your body from the contact.
Well, this is
“Prom, what are you doing?” You whispered, trying to turn
your head to face him.
“Correcting your stance.” Was his simple answer, and
suddenly you felt silly for asking. Of course that’s what he was doing. Perhaps
a little unusual for Prompto who seemed to be a spluttering mess when he
touched a girl, but maybe that’s just how bad your stance was.
Damn, I’ve really got
to try harder.
So you left it at that, trying to ignore the slight buzz you
were getting from his contact, choosing instead to focus on your aim.
Unbeknownst to you however, another set of piercing blue
eyes were watching your every move.
What the hell is he
Noctis had his head resting on a tightly closed fist,
knowing that he probably looked as grumpy as he felt. But he just couldn’t help
it. Prompto was over there just… just straight up fondling her in front of him.
Under the guise of practice shooting, no less.
How dare he?
Shooting a quick look over at Ignis and Gladio, he realised
they hadn’t noticed what was happening at the foot of that hill.
How could they not
realise what he has done to get his grubby little hands on her?
Looking back down at the pair, his eyes zeroed in on
Prompto’s fingers drifting over her body, his leg between hers, his arms pretty
much wrapped around her…
He’s just imposing his
presence on her like that!
He forcefully blew his fringe out of his face in annoyance,
feeling his anger at the situation rise. And yet he just could not tear his
eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
“Noct, are you alright?” Ignis interjected his thoughts,
draw by the annoyed huff.
Ignis looked over to Gladio in confusion, who just shrugged
in reply. Ignis knew at once what the big guy was thinking – bratty prince having another sulk, leave him
to it. And so he did, continuing his earlier conversation.
Noctis meanwhile, was becoming increasingly frustrated. He
felt his face becoming flusher by the second, his fists tightening as his blood
boiled. His wide, piercing blue eyes alight with anger.
“You’re so good at this Prompto!” Came the sweet sound of
her melodic voice, and he could stand it no longer. Forcefully, Noctis stood up
from his chair and strolled down the hill, meeting the two at the bottom.
You noticed the raven haired boy’s presence before Prompto,
and you turned around to face him, wiggling out of Prompto’s grasp. You smiled
at him welcomingly, not registering the straight up scowl etched on his features as he continued walking, ignoring you
completely. No, it seemed he had focused all his attention on the blonde stood
next to you… Confused, you tried to talk to him.
“Hey, Noctis! Have you come to join in the- what the fuck?” You cried as Noctis had
just continued on in strong strides, straight up to Prompto. Before you even
had a chance to register what was happening, the prince had thrown back his
fist and swung it straight into Prompto’s chest, causing him to stumble. It
would have been his face had Prompto not moved at the last second, dodging to
the side instead.
“Noctis – the hell
are you doing?” You cried, dashing over to where Prompto had stumbled over with
the intention of checking over the no doubt distraught boy. But as you reached
him… you realised he had sat up himself, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.
Uh… that’s not the
reaction I expected. You backed away slightly as Prompto rose to his feet,
thoroughly confused at the scene unfolding in front of you. The air almost
crackled with the tension in it, Noctis and Prompto pretty much squaring up to each
other. The former was gritting his teeth in major annoyance, shaking his hand
to ease off the sting. The latter was dusting himself off, that smirk never
What… what has gotten
into these guys?
“Did ya see that, your
highness?” Prompto almost spat the title, something which you’d never heard
him call Noctis even in a respectful manner. His tone had become incredibly
cocky, it was completely jarring against his usual boyish voice.
Noctis didn’t answer, only glared back with shinning eyes.
“She came over to me.
How do you like that? Mr I receive everything on a silver platter. This is one
thing you can’t get – her!”
Hang on a second… what
now? Since you were the only female around, they had to be talking about you. But you’d never disclosed your
romantic feelings to anyone, it just wasn’t something you spoke about with the
boys. Where on earth had this all come
“And it’s the one thing I won’t give up on.” Noctis answered
angrily, balling his hands into fists once more. Prompto seemed to find this
highly amusing, his smirk widening.
“Um, what the hell
is going on here?” You cried, frustrated. This had to be some kind of wind up
didn’t it? Quickly you flitted your gaze over to the two remaining boys atop
the hill to see they were out of their chairs and watching the scene unfold
with the same confusion in their eyes.
“Everything alright down there?” Came Ignis’ cautious voice.
Even he felt unsure at what was happening, and also what to do.
Before you could answer, Prompto waved so casually to the
tawny haired man, as if he was greeting an acquaintance.
“Superb, specs!” He called back cheerily, before his eyes
rested on Noctis once more. His smile grew more pronounced, sending shivers up
your spine. This… this wasn’t like your Prompto at all.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Pathetic.”
Noctis shook his head angrily, his frown deepening.
“Isn’t it enough that you have Lunafreya too? You always get
“And yet you still want more.”
“I said shut up!”
And with that Noctis seemed to snap. With a strangled cry he
charged forward once more, fists at the ready but this time Prompto knew what
was happening. He swung back himself and soon the two boys were a flurry of
fists, dull thwacks and crunches could be heard as the swings connected.
What…what in the…
“Noctis, stop! Prompto – ugh, help!” You turned pleadingly to
Gladio and Ignis, seeing that they were already running down the hill to help
break up the fight.
“[Name] get back!” Gladio cried, rushing forward to lock his
arms around Noctis’ waist. Ignis ran behind Prompto to do the same, and
eventually the two boys were pulled apart, breathing heavily. Prompto’s cheek
seemed badly bruised, and Noctis has a shallow gash across his forehead.
“What in the name of the gods do you think you are doing?”
Gladio admonished them both, the annoyance evident in his tone.
“Someone had to stop him from creeping on her.” Noctis
kicked his legs out and struggled to get out of Gladio’s grip, meanwhile
Prompto was stood calmly, not resisting Ignis’ hold.
“What are you talking
about?” You’d just about had enough of this, whatever it was. You just wanted
your old Prompto and Noctis back.
“He’s referring to his crippling jealousy, that’s what he’s
talking about.” Prompto answered you, his tone still so sure and full of
himself, rubbing a hand across his bruised cheek.
“Speak for yourself, you think you’re so slick? Don’t think
we haven’t noticed how you always put your sleeping bag next to hers first in
the tent. Desperate is what I’d call
And for the first time since the whole thing had started,
Prompto’s confident façade slipped at Noctis’ words and his features contorted
“How dare you?”
“How dare I what? Tell the truth?”
“Stop it! You sound like children!” You yelled at them both,
finally causing them to stop squabbling for just a second. Were they actually both
arguing about… about having feelings for you?
“Yes, I agree. You are both rather behaving like babies.” Ignis
finally piped up, letting go of Prompto to straighten his glasses out. When he
looked up, his eyes were shining. You sighed in relief, at least someone was talking sense.
“[Name] is rather befitting a man, wouldn’t you say?”
His words took you by surprise, and even Gladio looked put
“What would you want these children for? I could really look after you.”
A slow smile spread across his face, one that didn’t sit too
well with you. A sinking feeling coiled in the pit of your stomach as it dawned
on you – whatever had happened to Noctis and Prompto had happened to Ignis too.
All three of them were acting really strangely, and even if they did all feel
that way about you, the normal guys would never
have approached it this way!
“Oh no, not you too Iggy.” You whispered, wishing this
nightmare would just come to an end.
“You hear that specs? She isn’t interested.” Noctis gloated
and pulled free from Gladio’s shock loosened arms.
“That’s not what I – stop
Straight away the prince had launched himself at Prompto
once more, at the same time that Prompto had gone to knock Ignis over. The
result was a three way fight, all participants using their well-honed battle
skills against each other. None of them were listening to your pleas, and there
was no way you could intervene. You had only just started your battle training,
you weren’t as fast as Noctis, or as good an aim as Prompto, or even as lithe
as Ignis. To stop all three of them would be impossible.
something!” You turned to the only man left with his head not clouded with some
sort of irrational anger.
Clouded! The one word sparked a realisation within you – this had to be the work of that blue gas! It
was the only explanation as to why the boys had all been affected in the same
way; irrational anger, possessiveness…
And lust randomly?
You remembered the touch of Prompto’s hands again, altering your shooting position
earlier. You had thought it unusual for him at the time, but it made sense now.
They were all reacting as if certain emotions had really been heightened, that had to be the symptoms of the gas.
But they had all been struck by the gas, and that meant…
Slowly you looked up at the man stood beside you, to see
that his eyes were also shimmering in the same, hazy way that the other boys’
Your elation at figuring out what was wrong soon
disappeared, replaced by an unsettled feeling in your stomach.
“Gladio…?” You whispered hopefully, but it was like he
couldn’t hear you. He was listening intently to the three boys currently
“You both have no
chance. Do you even know her favourite food? Her favourite colour? How about
her favourite song?” Ignis taunted, ducking low to avoid Noctis’ leg swinging
for him in a strong kick.
“That I can find out about her! You don’t know how best to comfort her. Oh yes, one night when she
was feeling down? She came to me.”
The prince goaded, grinning at their pained expressions.
“You? Now I know
you’re lying, you’re about as comforting as a wet mop, Mr help-I-can’t-deal-with-emotions.”
Prompto cried and tripped Noctis up, the latter landing hard on the ground with
a dull moan. Angrily, he scrambled back up to his feet before Ignis could land
“I don’t know what you’re all squawking about.” Gladio
interrupted, causing the three boys to freeze momentarily, looking at him
wearily. “You know it’s me who can keep her warm at night. Has she ever cuddled
up to you in our tent before? I didn’t think so.” He answered with a smirk, and
you felt like burying your face in your hands.
When will this end?
Other status ailments usually wore off on their own, but this one was so slow
to start with, who knew when it would end?
Suddenly with a heavy thud, Prompto collapsed onto his knees
and fell face first onto the floor.
screeched, running forward and kneeling beside him hurriedly. You hadn’t even
considered the possibility that this ailment could actually… kill any of them. Nervously, you took
hold of one wrist, checking for any signs of life. A steady pulse thrummed
under your fingers, and you sighed in relief.
“He’s alive! Just fainted.” You breathed.
“Huh, fainted. What a coward.”
Returning your focus back to Prompto, you brushed his blonde
hair gently out of his face. From that touch alone you could feel the heat
radiating off his forehead – he had a fever. Was this good or bad? Did it mean
his body was fighting off the ailment?
“Oh Prom. I hope you wake up soon.”
The shout brought your attention back to the other three,
and instantly your eyes clapped onto the fallen frame of Noctis. He had also
collapsed in a similar way to Prompto. It
had to be the effect of the gas.
“I can’t believe…that they…” But Ignis never had a chance to
finish his sentence as he followed suit, hitting the floor with a dull bang.
Gladio followed straight after, his immune system most likely the stronger of
Looking around you, you sighed heavily. Now what?
In the end, you had decided to bring the tent down to the
boys, doing your best to shove them into the small space. It had been a
horrible waiting game, dabbing a cool cloth at their roasting foreheads and
praying that they would be okay. You’d never been more scared in your life, and
you were damn sure you hadn’t slept for longer than five minutes when you felt
someone shaking your shoulder.
“[Name]! [Name] c’mon, it’s time to get up or Iggy will be
“Huh?” You groaned, sitting up and opening your bleary eyes to
“Prompto! You’re okay!” You gasped, now wide awake. He was
knelt in front of you, his cheek significantly better and his usual happy grin
on his face.
“Huh? Course I am! Though for some reason this side of my face
is really sore… I must have slept on it funny.” The boy sat in front of you
rubbed his cheek, in the exact same place where it had swollen the day before.
“What… do you not remember how you did it?” You asked,
“Eh, not really. But since we are fighting all the time, I
was probably battling it out heroically with some sort of beast.” He chuckled,
and then swivelled on his heel and left you alone in the tent. Unless he was a
brilliant actor – which you knew he wasn’t since he was terrible at lying – Prompto had all but forgotten the events of
Eagerly you threw on your clothes and scrabbled out of the
tent. On top of that hill, stood all four of the boys, chatting and laughing as
What on earth…?
As confused as you were however, the relief in your heart
was overwhelming. Your boys were
safe, they were alive and best of all they were back to normal.
“Come on [Name], your breakfast is getting cold!” Ignis tutted
in his usual, friendly yet admonishing manner that hinted he was only slightly annoyed.
Without hesitating you ran up the hill happily, smiling at
the welcoming sight of the group all back to normal, though confusingly, none
of them seemed to remember what had happened in their hazy state the night
before. But that suited you just
fine. You weren’t about to relive the horrifying details, but you knew to stay
away from killer wasps in the future.
“I still don’t know why you pitched the tent down there big
guy.” Prompto gestured to the tent as you dug into your breakfast.
“Actually… I don’t either. But I thought of it, so it must
have been a good reason.”
“Maaan, I was so tired last night I must have just blacked
out when my head hit the pillow.” Noctis stretched, beginning to pack away the
So they really don’t remember…
“Me too.” Prompto agreed.
“And me… Iggy must have cooked us a fine meal that sent us
straight to sleep.” Gladio nodded at Iggy who smiled and shook his head.
“I hope that you consider all my meals that way.” He
After you had finished wolfing down your breakfast, you
helped pack away the remaining items into the regalia and soon you were on your
way again, sat in between a napping Noctis and a reading Gladio. Things had
really gone back to normal.
But as you relaxed in the back of the car, pleased that your
boys were safe, you couldn’t help but wonder… did that gas force the illusion
of those strong feelings for you onto the guys, or did it simply heighten the
feelings that were already there…? You cast a quick glance at each of them, all
blissfully unaware of what they had said last night.
How does one draw a ghost with all those odd angles?!?! Every time I try it either comes out flat, or looks like a grade schooler kept erasing his/her drawing of a stop sign.
I’m guessing you’re ending up with a ghost that looks a bit like the little guy on the left…
He’s a bit flat and he just seems to have too many sides, yeah? I know I had a lot of drawing that looked like this when I started trying to draw them -not that I’m any sort of expert now- but, I’m happy to offer what I’ve learn so far :) For instance, the ghost below was started by drawing a square- you can still kind of see it, right?
So first off I’ll say, references are invaluable, little light & friends are surprisingly complex. I know there’s actually a full on reference sheet of the basic ghost model floating around online that shows it from the front, side, back- a nice solid reference for getting started. Personally, I also made my own (very rough) 3D model of a ghost so I could spin it around to get a better view of their many angles.
But as far as straight up drawing them, I’ve found a couple main points that help me.
1.) Generally, I find it’s better to start with the round body rather than the outside form. This part is consistent no matter if they’re floating at your shoulder, expanded to scan a nearby environment, or floating in a tired sphere to mark your latest death. Even at strange angles, this part will stay the same. Not to mention it allows for a more consistent scale if you have a couple different ghosts in one scene.
2.) The floating points that surround this body are really a sort of modified pyramid shape, and they’re all at different angles (well, the same angle, but in different directions). This can be really hard to visualize. To start with- each one of these bits not only curves a bit around the middle sphere, but it also touches two others, which creates a straight edge between them, but not a flat one (if that makes sense). So, a simple shape is not going to properly express this without some modifications. A triangle is probably the easiest place to start- it’s not too hard to just crop the ends off for those smooth points.
So, as much as a pain as it is- you have to remember that each of these is an individual part, and they can all move freely around the body. I’d suggest drawing each one individually, rather than one overall shape. If you’re not sure where to put them, draw an “X” or something similar through the body and that should help keep an even size between them.
Bonus.) Drawing them at an angle also helps add a lot of volume. Drawing a ghost straight on is fine, but then a lot of the form relies on any shading done, rather than the overall silhouette. And with all of those angles facing directly towards you, it can be a bit challenging to figure out appropriate shadows. It might be a little tricker to balance the perspective at times, but changing up the camera angle does show off those forms nicely.
Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, reader performing uh, manual sex (I don’t know how to describe a hand job), swear words (cuz I’m a potty mouth)
Summary: Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.
ANI really wanted to make this as filthy as possible as homage to @emilyevanston but it’s not nearly at her level. I tried! This fic is written as a one shot for @emilyevanston ‘s 1 year / 2k blogiversary. I hope you enjoy it my dear! xo
GIF not mine
Bucky was always touting the importance of “me time” to anyone and everyone was getting sick of hearing him explain, always with that shit-eating smirk on his face, just how necessary it was for one to take some time for themselves. You did have to admit that whenever he returned from his “me time’ there was a noticeable improvement in his mood.
You point blank asked him about it one day during training.
“Bucky, what exactly does ‘me time’ entail?”
You swore a slight flush crawl up his neck and dust his cheeks. “Well, it’s really anything that you do that makes you … makes you feel good, ya know?”
You shook your head, “No. Like… painting?” You had a hard time picturing the Winter Soldier sketching in a notebook.
He nodded, “For some people, yeah. Like Steve. His ‘me time’ involves drawing. Nat likes running.”
“So what do you do?”
“My time is a little more… physical.” He smirked.
“Like what?” you persisted.
“Never you mind,” was his response.
A few days after that conversation happened, the air conditioner in the tower was on the fritz. Tony swore he had no idea how it happened, but you knew he had been tinkering with it, trying to make it strong enough to actually make snow.
Because it was so hot, everyone was super cranky and irritable. People were snapping at each other for the most ridiculous things so you tried to avoid everyone, choosing to remain in your room in the dark, wearing as little as possible. After a while though, you realized that you weren’t feeling any cooler so you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a cold drink (at least the fridge and freezers were working).
You walked into Sam and Bucky bickering over a game of cards (why they thought a competitive game would be a good idea on a day when they were unusually cranky was beyond you).
Without interrupting them, you trudged to the fridge and pulled out your bottle of water, shivering slightly at the cool air coming from the inside.
“Y/N, would you tell Bucky here that you need to call last card before you have the last damn card?” Sam huffed at you.
Holding up a finger, you took a long swallow of your drink. “You only have to call it if you decide upon it I the start of the game. Sorry, Sam.”
He frowned at you and threw down his cards, “Ugh, of course you’d take his side.” He rolled his eyes.
You smiled and flipped him the bird.
Bucky was unusually quiet during this exchange. Abruptly, he stood up and excused himself, muttering something about ‘me time’.
You scolded Sam, “See what you did? You upset him.” You were about to go after him but Sam stopped you.
“Want some ice cream?” he offered and you gladly accepted.
Later that day, you walked by Steve and Bucky in the game room playing pool. You were on your way to the library to do some quiet reading but you had forgotten to ask Steve if he had returned some books that you lent him.
“Hey guys…Steve, do you still have those books I lent you?” you interrupted.
Steve looked up from the pool table and almost dropped his pool cue. “Y/N!” he scolded. “Where are your clothes?”
You shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing. Since it was so hot, you had been walking around in a tank top and shorts. “Steve, it’s hot. What do you want me to wear?”
He flushed, “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to seeing you a lot more covered up.”
You felt your face turn warm, “You’re embarrassing me, you ass. It’s too hot to wear too many clothes. Besides, it’s not much different than what you’ve got on.” You crossed your arms, “So… my books?”
“They’re in my room, come by later and get them.”
“Should I wear more clothes? Would that make you more comfortable?” you teased him.
He blushed, “Sorry!” he apologized again.
You shrugged at him, “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?”
Bucky just shook his head at you, lips pursed. Steve asked for an iced tea.
When you returned with his drink, Bucky was gone and Steve was playing a video game.
“Where’d Buck go?” you asked, handing him his drink.
“Thanks. Uh, to his room. Said he needed some ‘me time’,” he rolled his eyes.
You stomped your foot down. “Dammit! That’s the second time today he’s left me for his damned ‘me time’! I’m starting to get the feeling that something’s up.”
“Nah,” Steve replied. “You’re being paranoid.”
“Maybe,” you mused, “but I’m going to investigate.”
“Y/N,” he warned, “Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
You batted your lashes at him, “Lil ol me?” you asked.
He laughed as you walked away.
You made your way to Bucky’s room but stopped before walking in. What if Steve was right? Maybe you should be minding your own business. But you heard noises coming from behind the door and curiosity got the best of you so you quietly pushed his door open.
You froze at the sight before you. Bucky was splayed across his bed, head back, eyes closed in concentration. His shorts were pushed down and his metal hand gripped the sheets around him as his flesh hand stroked up and down, choking his thick cock. His pace was fast, almost furious, and the sounds coming from him immediately made your pussy wet.
You watched him for a moment, frozen in spot when suddenly, he moaned out your name.
You took a sharp breath in and his eyes flew open, making eye contact with yours.
He cocked an eyebrow at you and kept going, slowing down his movements.
You watched as he swiped his thumb over his dripping head and used his precum to lubricate his hand.
Silently, your eyes followed the motion and without realizing it, you licked your lips.
Bucky let out a low moan and you made eye contact again.
“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth.
You shook your head in disbelief not sure what was going on.
He continued in his actions, moving his hand agonizingly slow. “All day long, you’ve been killin’ me. Every time you walked into the room… your fuckin’ tits bouncing in my face. Watching you walk away, your ass in those shorts…” he threw his head back, groaning obscenely and heat flooded your body.
“What?” you choked out, still not understanding what exactly was going on. “Is this really happening?”
He chuckled drily, “Sweetheart, this is about you. The things you do to me… the things I wanna do to you.”
You swallowed hard, “Fuck Bucky, why didn’t you ever say anything?”
He hand halted in his movements, “Seriously? Can we table this conversation for later, maybe?”
You laughed, walking towards him. “Need a hand there?” You stopped in your tracks. “Wait…this is what you do during ‘me time’?!”
He had the decency to look embarrassed, “Uh, yeah?” he offered.
You just laughed at him, “Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever heard…” you leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Is it still ‘me time’ if two of us are doing it?” You winked at him, reaching down and replacing his hand with yours. You stroked him, hesitantly at first then increasing your speed.
Bucky moaned at your touch, “God, that feels so good.”
You kept up with your pace and kissed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his hair.
He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Instinctively, his hips lifted of their own accord. “Shit, baby, I’m close…”
“Shh, come for me then,” you coaxed him.
You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand and with a groan, he came, ribbons of hot cum spurting out, coating his abdomen and chest.
You slowed down your movements and stilled, kissing him softly. You got up to get a towel so he could clean himself.
Bucky heard you giggling to yourself in the bathroom and he called out to you, “Y/N? What’s so funny?”
You returned and tossed him the towel, “You are. I can’t believe this is what you’ve been doing this whole time!”
He rolled his eyes at you and you continued.
“Can I ask an… awkward question?”
He looked at you, “At this point, I think we’re beyond awkwardness.”
My parents have been really awful to me these past few days... Anything from the host club to cheer me up?
Kyoya: Welcome to the club.
Hitachiin: We haven’t even seen our mom in a month. She’s busy with her fashion empire.
Honey: My parents are training the Navy Seals.
Mori: Mine, too.
Haruhi: My dad and I are good! I guess not everybody can have a Ranka.
Kyoya: Do you think that Ranka would be willing to take us in?
Honey: SLEEPOVER AT HARU-CHAN’S!!!
Hitachiin: WE COULD PLAY WITH OUR ‘TOY’ EVERY DAY!!!!
Tamaki: Do you really think it’s possible? We could finally be one big happy family!!!!
Haruhi: NO. *shoves boys away* Sorry about those guys. I think they’re just trying to say that parents, even with the best of intentions, are sometimes difficult. Family is something we all hold dear, and will always have your back. And remember, family doesn’t have to be biological. I mean look at the Host Club…
Confession. That word scares humans on a daily basis because it can have a positive or negative outcome. People like to take their chances, but the probability of it going their way is slim. Nonetheless, individuals do it anyways because the result could be the one the person wants. Everyone just has to be optimistic and never stop believing that anything can happen.
“It’s them, but it’s not them !” 2/2 -Bruce Wayne x Reader
@m-fairbank also asked the same thing, things happening on Batmom’s point of you, and also some of the batboys…and I kinda planned something like that anyway. So here’s a sequel for “It’s her but it’s not her”, and I hope you’ll like it (and hope the “mixed feelings” were still good ones ;-)) AGAIN felt like I could write something better, might re-write everything…I rushed a bit writing it cause I’m in L.A but I also wanted to write something and…I guess it’s this kind of time eh.
Summary : Batman and his kids accidentally got send in an alternate dimension, and Batmom has the displeasure of realizing that her Bruce from this other world is…not hers at all.
When your husband and kids came home with Diana and Clark, you didn’t think too much of it. It wasn’t unusual for your friends to come over to the bat cave and work, or even just chill.
But when you went to kiss Bruce, and you felt him stiffen under your touch. When he didn’t kiss back, and even moved away, his head moving back and forth between you and Clark, stunned. When your sons stared at you with wide eyes and open mouthes…you realized something was wrong.
-Wh…what is it ?
Bruce didn’t say anything, he found he couldn’t say anything. The Hell just happened ? Clark’s wife just kissed him ! And…What was she doing in the bat cave anyway, at this hour ?
Under your husband’s gaze, you felt uncomfortable for the first time in your life. Usually, he had the opposite effect on you, you were always so relaxed around him. Even during charity balls or such obligations you had as Waynes, when your introverted self felt awful, his mere presence calmed you down and helped you get threw the night.
But right now, the way he was looking at you made you shiver. You didn’t recognize his usual look…In his eyes right now, there were no love, no relief to see you well and alive, no joy, no slight impatience to finally get to bed with you. Instead, there was confusion, embarrassment, and a slight touch of curiosity maybe ?
And your children…None of them rushed to hug you first, or to tell you who’s ass they kicked this time.
♦"Darling, come back inside! You’ll catch cold!“
♦"But Tom… It feels good.”
♦Tom running out to join you, an umbrella in his hand.
♦"You can stand under my umbrella.“ he smiles.
Starting play fights with just about anything
🔹"Pass me the flour please?“
🔹Tom flicking a small bunch at you, causing you to gasp and flick some back
🔹"Oh it’s on Love.”
🔹You guys throwing things at each other whilst running through the house.
🔹"No. NO. Put. The. Cookie. Batter. Down darling.“
🔹"Not until you put down the egg.”
🔹"What egg? You mean..this one?“ he says, cracking it and throwing the excess gunk at you.
🔹You flinging some of the cookie batter at him and he tackles you to the ground.
🔹"We did a good job.” he says on top of you and wiping off a piece of batter and eating it. He kisses you and you giggle.
🔹“Mmm. Cookie Batter.”
Shutting you up with kisses
🔸"Love, it’s just a movie.“
🔸"Just a movie Tom? That’s like saying Tessa is just a dog.”
🔸"Love, she is a dog.“ he says laughing.
🔸"Oh hush up. You know what I mean. I just don’t understand why-”
🔸His lips meet yours, stopping you.
🔸"Darling I love you…but shut up.“ he smiles.
Him stressed from shooting
⭐"Princess… I need you… I’ve had such a shit day. I need my princess” he texts.
⭐"Aw Tom… You want to go out and eat?“
⭐"Want me to drive to the set? “
⭐"You’re such a baby. I’m on my way.“
⭐"Am not! And hurrryyy.”
Him traveling messes up your guys’ time zones
💬"It’s 3am and I want you to know that I really fucking love you"
💬"I don’t care. Your good mornings are more important than sleep.“
💬"No… Sleep is important my Love. Goodnight, and I’ll see you real soon ❤”
💬"Love you Tom 💙"
Him texting you before his plane lands at the airport
⚡"Did you know…"
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"Lol did you know…"
⚡"That I love you.”
⚡"I love you too.“
⚡"To the moon and back?”
⚡"Forever my darling.“
You guys going over to his parents house during the holidays
🌺 Him letting you wrap your legs around his as you both watched a movie in his room upstairs
🌺Running your hands through his hair as he moved to lay on you lap.
🌺Playing with his hands after
🌺Falling asleep in his arms whilst at his parents house due to jet lag
🌺"Tom! Y/N! Dinner’s ready!“ His mom calls, going upstairs. She opens the door to see you guys snuggled up and smiles
🌺You wake up later on, to see Tom and his brothers outside playing Basketball from his window.
🌺You going downstairs to see his parents talking
🌺"Oh! Hope you and Tom slept well. Dinner is in the kitchen if you would like some dear.“ his mom said smiling.
🌺"We’re glad he’s found someone to keep him grounded. Harrison wasn’t enough.” His father jokes.
You having to leave due to a job matter
💎"I hate waking up early.“ You tell Tom, stuffing your bag.
💎"I hate waking up.. And hearing your voice over the phone.. When I should be hearing it right next to me.” he says, his head resting on your shoulder as you packed.
💎"I love you.“ you whisper, facing Tom.
💎"I love you.“he says, pecking your cheek and grabbing his keys to drive you to the airport.
You guys are home, walking around the park.
👑"I wanna be a superhero. Guess my name.“ 👑"SpiderMan?”
👑"Nope. Your Man.”
👑"You’re a dork Holland.“
Tom only having another week of break before he goes to New York to shoot
✨You start dancing around as you clean the living room barefoot.
✨Him watching you and then joining you.
✨Him dipping and spinning you.
✨"Guess all those dance lessons paid off.“ he teases.
✨"And by dance lessons you mean genetics” you smile.
✨Him showering you wirh kisses because you’re adorable
✨"Did *Kiss* I Kiss* tell *Kiss* you *Kiss* that* Kiss* I *Kiss* love *Kiss* You? *Kiss*
Going home and just enjoying each others company before he has to leave for shooting
🌟"Darling, I love you.“ he says as you guys are doing a 100 piece puzzle on the floor. 🌟You look up at him, sitting up just to peck his cheek. 🌟"I love you too.”
🌟You guys kiss and it gets heated
🌟Him being an absolute gentlemen
🌟But can be whatever you want if you ask
🌟Him always making sure you’re okay as you guys progress more. 👉👌
Dropping him off at the airport
💫Kissing him goodbye at the airport and turning to leave, only to have him call your name
💫You see his bags on the floor and arms wide open
💫You go and hug him
💫"I just needed to smell you again.” he whispers.
💫You giggle and kiss his chest
💫"I left a jacket of mine in your bag. The one I always wear but it’s too big for me?“
💫"Of course.” he says, looking down and smiling
💫You guys kiss one last time and wave goodbye as he enters the tunnel.
Thank you for your amazing blog. Can I make a request where they not dating, but MC needs somebody to pretend as her bf/gf for a party or a meeting and asks RFA and Saeran for help? And during that pretending they understand that they have feelings for MC.
Hahaha yes, this is the kind of request I would ask myself, I love this romantic comedy’s situations so much! <3 So I did as mini-fics, because I obviously got carried away, I hope you all enjoy this!
RFA + Saeran pretending to date MC
“Think of it as a chance to show your impressive acting skills, Zen.” That was the winning argument to convince him to pretend to be your boyfriend during the rehearsal dinner of your brother’s wedding. As much as you love your brother, it’s extremely annoying when he and other family members start teasing you for still being single. And the comparisons about your lives are so mean. Just imagine now that he’s getting married with this almost perfect lady.
“Well, the perfect boyfriend is a role I haven’t tried yet… I’ll accept this challenge, MC, although it would be like playing myself…” you giggle. It was a weird request, but you have been so nice to everybody in RFA, how could he say “no” to a friend in need? Plus, he loves weddings!
Okay, not this one so much. Why is everybody so snob? He’s waiting for Jumin Han to show up at any moment, this event suits him really well! Now he gets why you wouldn’t want to endure this by yourself, you’re so… different from all of this. You’re bubbly and spontaneous, adorably clumsy… he grins reminding you chugging a beer can and making a funny face because of the bitter taste a couple of days ago at his apartment.
“Brother, this is Zen, my… boyfriend.” You introduce them to each other.
“Call me Hyun, she usually does when we’re alone.” And he smiles at you, holding your hand. Okay, no need to imply sexual stuff here, but if it will convince your brother…
“You’re an actor, right? I recognize you! How much did she pay you to hire you?” you shiver, he is… almost right there… how can he be so smart? Ugh…
Zen smiles, but inside he wants to tell your brother to go to hell. Is this the kind of thing you say to your sister’s boyfriend? Well… he’s not really your boyfriend, but… that’s really mean! He’s basically implying Zen’s a gigolo, but worst of it, he’s insulting you telling you wouldn’t be able to date someone without paying for it. Zen knows you enough to tell you could captivate any person’s heart if you really wanted to! Yes, your ability to do whatever you want so freely is something he really admires about you. No, he can’t let you be treated like this.
“She pays me with her beautiful smile and the gloss in her enchanting eyes everytime she watches my performances. You would know if you paid more attention to your sister instead of trying to make her feel down. My brother wasn’t nice to me, and maybe I deserved it. But she doesn’t, so be nice to her before she decides to run away like I did… come on, MC. Let’s dance!” he tights the grip on your hand and drags you to the dance floor, you and your brother look at each other, he’s shocked and you’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
You two are on the dance floor, one of his hands on your back, the other one holding yours. Why did that come from? It’s been years he doesn’t think about his brother… something about seeing the sweetest person he knows doesn’t getting the treatment she deserves stirred something inside him. You’re looking at him very curious, gosh, your eyes are really glossy… it’s so hot in here… “S-Sorry if I crossed a line there. He’s your brother after all and…” he feels running out of air when you rest your head on his chest. You must look like a real couple, your brother is probably looking. Yes… that’s why you’re doing this after all, right?
“Thank you for having my back, Hyun. You’re such a great actor.” Acting? Oh… yeah, he was acting, right? But why does he feel out of character right now?
This is bad! This is really bad! What is he doing here? Why did he even agree to this? “Please, Yoosung, pleeeeease. You’re the only one I trust to do this.” Oh yeah, that’s why… you begged him over the phone, and something about trusting him to play your boyfriend made him feel so manly and confident. You could have asked Zen or Jumin, but you chose HIM! You thought he would be a good boyfriend to introduce to your friend who was in town for that night. He is such a good friend, but he’s been teasing you about your relationships since high school. According to him, every guy you date end up arrested or in rehab… This is getting old, really…
“Well… I’ll probably never end up in jail or rehab, MC… so, if you insist so much… why… why not?” you gave him such a tight hug, and he felt his whole face burning. You smelled so good that day… and you smell even greater today at this weird country bar…
“This is my boyfriend, Yoosung. He is a vet student.” You introduce him, the guy shakes his hand firmly, what’s with you and your friend to have such a tight grip? Well, at least yours was really gentle…
“College? But you look like you’re 16, dude! I was going to say MC is such a cougar!” he blushes. Oh god… this guy isn’t buying this at all! He would feel so bad for not being convincing after the way you begged him for doing this.
“Well, MC looks really young too, so I guess we look like a sweet sixteen couple.” You giggle and put your hand over his. “Hah, what did I tell you? Isn’t he adorable?” “I guess…” the guy shrugs, but he doesn’t mind, he can only focus on the warmth from your smooth hand.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, and the guy sits on your chair. “Back off, dude! She’s mine!” “Wh-What?” “It is what it is, she dated all those bad guys and eventually she’ll notice I’m the only one good enough for her. Back off before you end up hurt!” Was that a threat? “MC… MC can choose whoever she wants, I won’t back off if she really likes me!” but she doesn’t, this is just play pretend… no, forget it! This dude is an asshole! You can’t be with someone like this! You deserve better! Maybe not him, but… definitely not this guy.
“Hey, gentlemen, what did I miss?” you come back, but the tension is still there… “Nothing much, your boyfriend here was telling me he wants to ride the mechanical bull over there…” “What? Really, Yoosung?” “I… I…” “What’s the problem, boy? Are you scared?” this asshole’s smirk, ugh… “I’ll show you scared!” he gets up and gives his name to the guy who controls the machine.
How did he get the guy to manipulate him like that? Ugh… both you and him are watching this, and he’s so close to you… ASSHOLE! Oh, this was such a bad idea! Such a bad ide… oh no! The bull is moving! The bull is moving!!!
3 seconds, that’s what it took for Yoosung to hit his face on the upper part of the mechanical bull and fall. You promptly run to him.
“Holy shit, Yoosung! Are you okay?” he can’t tell you how much it hurts… so he smiles, and you look shocked. “Yoosung, your… your tooth!” “Whath? Whath’s wronc wif my toof?” Oh… now he feels, actually, he doesn’t feel! Where is one of his incisors?
“I’m so sorry I dragged you to this, Yoosung. I feel so bad!” “Don’th worry, MC. Ith was my idhea anyway. I hope your frrriend isn’t madh or anyfing.” “Ugh, forget him, I couldn’t stand his hissy fit! Can you believe he wanted me to just let you here alone on the dentist and hang out with him? What an asshole!” he smiles when he hears that, but he shouldn’t be smiling, this is so embarrassing!
You go with him to the dentist’s office, and noticing he’s a little scared, hold his hand. He looks at you and you whisper. “Don’t need to be afraid, I’m here…” He isn’t afraid of the dentist (well, maybe a little…), what’s really scaring him is how much his heart is pounding due to your hand on his, but he’s the one tightening the grip.
“MC, I don’t know how to play mini-golf!” she told you over and over, but did you listen? “It doesn’t matter! I do! I just need someone to make me company!” well, making you company it’s totally different than pretending to be your girlfriend… “Yeah, but my friend and his boyfriend keep teasing me for being bi and just dating guys, I hate it!”
Well, that’s really douchy of them, why would you hang out with people who put your sexuality in debate like this? No, she needs to protect you and maybe teach them a thing or two! That’s the least she could do after you helping her to leave C & R and starting her own business.
“This is Jaehee, my girlfriend.” You introduce her, she shakes their hands as if they’re business partners.
“Oh, you’re so formal! I thought MC had hired an assistant.” Seriously, how douchy! Why such a sweet girl like you hang with people like this? “So ladies, shall we play?”
She is so bad at this! Why did you ask her to do this? “Here, I’ll show you!” you come behind her and put your hands on hers. What’s… what’s happening? Your hair fall on her shoulders… it smells so good… focus, Jaehee! Focus!
“Hey, you can’t help, MC!” “Oh, on which paragraph of the strict regulation of mini-golf is this written?” Jaehee chuckles. Okay, so maybe you know how to defend yourself, you and your friend probably have this kind of feisty friendship… but still, not cool of him to doubt your sexuality, she didn’t forget that!
You can easily compensate for her lack of ability, and it’s so good to watch you play. Your focused eyes, the huge smile you put on when the ball falls in the hole, and even your disappointed face for missing, it’s just… hypnotizing! “Hey, girl, focus! If you keep distracted like this, she’ll dump you for another guy!” “Fuck you!” you yell, she feels her blood boiling. What… a… douche! She’s not distracted! She got this! Bring it on!
The ball travels painfully slow, or is she seeing this on slow motion? This isn’t the decisive shot yet, but she really wants to hit it! She wants you to feel proud of her! It spins around the hole boarders, one turn… two turns… and the ball doesn’t fall in the hole. Crap!
“Ha! Good luck next time, sweety!” “Dude, you don’t need to be this douchy!” you reprehend him. “What? Did I hurt your precious girlfriend? Jesus, MC, you’ve been so sensitive today. I changed my mind, I liked you more when you dated boys.” “Good, so no reason for us to keep hanging out, then. Goodbye.” You grab her hand and walk away. Oh wow… she thought she would have to be the one to say something, but apparently, you can take care of yourself! Yes, you’re the one who taught her to don’t be around places and people who only hurt you, obviously you would know how to do this by yourself. You’re so strong!
“Do you want to keep playing without them?” she asks, she doesn’t want this, huh, date (?) to end. “Yeah, sure! I’ll show you one of my tricks, come here!” And there you are behind her again, teaching her how to swing it properly, your arms around her, your body so close. She feels bad, actually, you are showing her everything you know, but she’s not absorbing anything, she can only focus on your breathing on her back.
Jumin “Oh, come on… I bet you heard a million times how much of boyfriend material you are, Jumin.” “I… didn’t really know what this means, MC.” “It means you’re the son-in-law every mother would like her daughter to be with.” He was so reluctant about it, why would you ask him? You could have asked Zen or Seven, who like to pretend a lot.
“It’s just… my mom is… how can I say? Huh… a cat mom too?” What do you mean by “too”? Oh okay, now he gets it, Zen is allergic and can’t be around cats, and Seven is a cat abuser, none of them would cause a good impression on your mother who’s been trying to introduce you to a guy she thinks would be a good suitor for you. God, she has no chill! Doesn’t she get it you don’t want to get married now?
So he agrees, you’re such a hardworker preparing for the party and taking care of everybody in RFA, including him. You’re kinda like V, but sweeter and… funnier, and, well, your looks are better too.
“Mom, that’s Jumin Han, my boyfriend. And that princess here is Elizabeth the 3rd.” yes, you insisted on bringing Elizabeth, how could he decline when you consider even Elizabeth an RFA member?
“Hum… you seem rich. Finally you’re coming to your senses and looking for a wealth husband, huh?” that’s… rude! Not even his father, who doesn’t seem to care about these boundaries, would say something like this to him.
“With all due respect, madam, your daughter keeps telling you her lack of interest in getting married, you should start respecting her wishes. I have a deep respect for family, but I don’t think parents should force their children on something they don’t want to do just because they know the children would do it due to all the respect they have. I believe what I’m trying to say is, don’t use of misfeasance on your daughter, she’s smart and caring, and… although every man would be lucky to have her as his wife, if she doesn’t want it, her wishes should be respected.” Wow… where did all this come from? Not even he can believe his own… eloquence talking about you.
“I hope this isn’t your excuse to stall her, boy.” “My intentions with you daughter are truly serious, just know I respect her… a lot.” He knows you’re looking at him, he wouldn’t dare to look at you right know, though, your eyes are something he doesn’t know how to handle, for some reason.
“Well, your head him, ma. Come on, Jumin, let me show you the other cats.” You grab his wrist, your hand is so soft… and warm and… what’s happening? He feels his arm melting from your touch.
“Hey, thanks for having my back. I knew I asked the right person.” “Because I like cats?” “That too, but… I knew you’re reasonable enough to put some senses on my mom’s head, you said I am smart and caring, but you’re even more caring than you think, you know that?” oh… so he was always your first option on this? He feels… honored, and really comfortable about being so reliable to you. He would feel sad if you found out that it’s not that he is caring, it’s just… he really cares about you…
“So, wait, let me get this straight: you want me to join you on a karaoke bar with your crazy cousin?” “Yeah, but how do you know he’s crazy?” “Hello…” “Oh yeah, background check…” “BINGO! I saw his posts on your timeline, he’s a… whack nut, huh?” “Yeah, so I thought you could really get along…” “OUCH!”
He pretended he was offended, but he was really down for this. The guy seems fun, karaokes are fun, you’re basically his favorite person in the whole world, why not? So what if he had to pretend to be your boyfriend? It wasn’t uncomfortable, actually it was… it was… the greatest mission 707 has ever been assigned! Yes, Defender of Justice will protect the most amazing lady from the handful cousin who has been in love for you since you were little kids and doesn’t get it that dating relatives is kinda weird! He won’t be the boyfriend you need, he will be the boyfriend you deserve! Or… something like this…
“This is Saeyoung, my boyfriend!” you introduce him. His hand shake is firm, too firm, actually… ouch, he’s hurting his hand!
“I see you have a thing for gingers, huh, MC?” oh yeah, he’s redhead too… sorta, his hair looks dyed.
“Well, MC is so unique and amazing, it’s kinda obvious she would fall for someone who’s among 1% of human population, you know… NATURAL gingers.” He smirks, and the guy shoots dagger with his eyes. Saeyoung puts his arm around your shoulder and kiss your head, oh, that was good… can he do this again?
“So, MC… remember the song we used to sing every family reunion? I was John Travolta, you’re Olivia Newton John, and we talked about those summer nights…” “Oh yeah, so tacky, right?” Saeyoung holds back the need to yell an “OUCH!”
“Well, I think it’s kinda romantic! Right, dude? Aren’t you romantic?” “Oh… huh, I’m more like the playful and teasing type…” Yes… if you were looking for romance, Saeyoung wouldn’t be the best suitor… did you want someone romantic? “Well, the MC I know it’s all about romance…” yeah, Saeyoung also could get that vibe from you…he know he isn’t suitable for you after all, but… why does it bother him so much?
“So… MC, do you want to sing “Summer Nights”? For old time’s sake? “A-Actually, I… I would like to sing something.” Saeyoung gets up quickly. “You do?” you ask, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “Yeah, just watch me!” he kisses your head again, why can’t he stop doing this?
“Yes, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I dedicate this song to my adorable girlfriend. MC, this one is for you!” you were waiting for some cheesy ballad, and can’t hold your shocked face when he choose “I believe in a thing called Love” by The Darkness. He sings all the falsettos and even does some air guitar, you have no idea how to react, but… it’s impossible not to smile. Judging from your cousin’s face, he totally got the message. Although Saeyoung isn’t sure what is the message, actually. All he cares about is the hug you give him when he gets down the stage.
“Is this romantic enough for you?” “I couldn’t care less about romance, this is just my cousin blinded by love. Anyway… mission accomplished, agent 707. You should win a medal for all the services you did!”
A mission… right… this was just a mission. He always felt relieved after his missions were over, that’s the only one he doesn’t want to be dismissed.
“Listen to me, no matter how much I beg, how much I plead, you can’t let me try any move on him, you got it?” “Yeah, yeah… I got it, you don’t need to repeat this again!” your ex-boyfriend is single again, you never forgot him, and everything started spinning when he invited you for some drinks, but… you know how much of a fuckboy he can be. You have your pride! You have your dignity! You have Saeran as your most honest friend, so you know he’s the only one capable of making you stay away from the guy. And hopefully, keeping the guy away from you by pretending to be your boyfriend.
Why would he say yes to such a lame idea? Can’t you deal with your own shit like the grown ass woman you are? Well, it’s been a while since he doesn’t leave his brother’s house, and if it is with you, he feels more comfortable. Also, your whining was annoying him. Okay, not annoying, more like… persuading him…
“Hey, this is Saeran, my boyfriend!” you’re hesitant about holding his hand. Will this be convincing if you don’t really have much of physical contact? “Nice to meet you, bro. Hey! Hold her tight, or I’ll be ready to snatch her away!” you blush… OH HELL NO! You can’t be possibly falling for this! Saeran wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer, staring at the guy.
“Good luck trying.” You’re so close, why do you smell so good? Shit, did you put all this perfume for this guy? Ugh… that’s so lame!
The night goes on, he notices the subtle flirt between you two. This dude really is a fuckboy, making moves on a girl who’s already taken and… well, okay, not technically, but still… he’s a player! And you can be silly most of the times, but you’re not that dumb! Saeran knows you’re not! That brave girl who’s been helping him with therapy can’t fall for these cheap moves!
But he gotta say, you flirting is… kinda cute, the way you bounce your hair and smile playfully, yes… this isn’t for him, though. And it’s bothering him! “Hey, h-ho-honey, can I talk to you for a second? Alone!” you nod a ‘yes’ and you two get close to the door. “Let’s get out of here!”
“What? Why? No, I’m having fun!” “Exactly, and you shouldn’t have, right?” “Please, Saeran, pleeeeease, let’s stay!” “Sorry, I have direct orders to not give in to your pleading.” You get mad: “Fine! I’ll go back by myself!” you turn your back on him, only to look at you ex talking with this other girl.
Saeran’s arm is around you again, now leading you out of there. You’re not crying, thank God! But you look really hurt, and he hates that!
“Wait! Are you seriously sad over this guy who doesn’t give a shit about you? I thought you were smarter, MC.” Great, now you’re crying! Good job, Saeran! “Hey, don’t… don’t cry. I… don’t know what to tell you, but…” you hug him, your alluring perfume is all over him now. “Do you mind if we stay like this for a while? You don’t have to say anything, just… stay like this…” “Okay, I guess…” This is weird… so fucking weird! He never touched someone like this before… is he doing it right? Is it supposed to be this good?
prompt: #8 “Don’t touch him!” pairing: destiel tags: bullying tw, punk!cas, hurt/comfort, violence tw, high school au a/n: why do I always write about alistair being a bully, where is my inspiration for @envydean
“You think you can come away with begging, you little faggot?” Alistair scoffed as he pushed Castiel further up against the wall.
He scraped Castiel’s back against the rough stone, not caring that the other whimpered and hissed. His jacket lay useless on the ground, covered in mud, so his bare arms scratched against the wall as well. A few guys stood around, laughing but not doing anything. "I don’t fall for those pretty blue eyes, you know that right? I’m not a weirdo or a freak, like you.“
While Castiel thought Alistair was exactly those two things, he thought it was better not to say so, seen his situation. If he had a little more muscle, he’d give Alistair a few good punches in the face. He huffed, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
“Great choice, sir. Would you like to pick the lobster you’ll be dining on?”
“You can point the lobster out from our water tank, if you’d like.”
“Oh. Sure. How about that guy?”
“Great choice. And what would you like for your side?”
“Let’s do the baked potato.”
“Splendid. There’s our potato tank, sir. Which one of those would you like?”
“I pick the potato too? Wow. Okay. That one.”
“Of course. And would you like dinner rolls?”
“Okay. If you’ll take a look at our wheat tank, which would you like to be turned into flour for the bread?”
“You guys got a tank for everything, eh? Haha. Um. Those stalks I guess.”
“Perfect. I’ll put those orders right in, and thank you again for picking me from the tank of waiters.”
“You looked the tastiest.”
“You sound like my mom. Haha.”
“Haha. My mom’s mute.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. She sold her voice to a warlock for eternal beauty.”
“Well, she must be very beautiful then.”
“No, the warlock misheard and thought she asked for eternal booty. So she has an infinitely long ass.”
“Oh. At least she can’t complain. Since she has no voice. Haha.”
“She knows how to write. She writes complaints all day. I have to hand
them to the warlock and every time I do he zaps me with his wand. I’m
treating myself to this lobster dinner to forget all about it, but
apparently I can’t even do that.”