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.”
Armin: After being attacked by a group of titans that suddenly appeared
within Wall Rose, the cadets of 104th Survey Corps (including Reiner Braun and
Bertolt Hoover) have met up with the Eren Yeager’s troop. While resting on top
of the wall, Reiner and Bertolt confessed that they were titan-shifters. Using
the outstanding power of the Armored and Colossal titans, Reiner and Bertolt
captured Eren and Ymir and fled for the forest of giant trees within Wall
Maria, where they were planning to recover and wait until night falls to avoid
facing the titans scattered around the area.
Reiner: *heavy breathing* We’ve finally made it to here… Bertolt, how
is Eren? Bertolt: Just like Ymir, he’s still unconscious. R: I see. It’s no wonder - both of his arms were gone when I ripped him
out of his titan’s nape. I doubt he’ll be able to go on a rampage when he wakes
up. It was so much harder to deal with him than I had imagined though. B: Yeah. R: I didn’t expect him to use those fighting techniques. I used to hold
back on him during the hand-to hand combat training. B: Maybe he used some of Annie’s techniques? They often trained
together. R: Whatever the case, we only captured Eren thanks to you. I wouldn’t
have made it without you. B: It was only because you, Reiner, lured him to the perfect spot and
gave me a signal. I had nothing to do with that. R: No, you have the strongest abilities of all. You don’t need to wait
for my instructions all the time. You should act on your own, at least a
little! B: Right… R: Ok… I think we should put on the vertical maneuvering equipment we
took. It’s swarming with titans down there. B: If that crowd attacks us, even with our titan powers we won’t be able
to reach the wall, especially if we have to carry Eren and Ymir with us. R: It means we’ll have to wait until night falls. We don’t have any food
or water, and we haven’t slept since yesterday – we’ve been fighting without
any shut-eye. But we won’t let them devour us! B: Yeah… R: It’s just a little bit more… We’ll survive and return home, no matter
what it takes. B: Yes, we’ll return! We’ve at least made it this far. R: So traitors, huh? … B: It can’t be helped! We aren’t soldiers, we’re warriors! That’s who we
always were! R: I know that, but… what will Connie, Jean and the rest say when they
find out? B: Reiner… you’ve spent too much time living together with those guys! I
mean, of course you’d feel this way, we’ve spent 3 long years there, after all! R: Yeah… I guess you’re right… we’ve been through harsh training together,
we’ve had conversations about everything, we even promised to all go out
drinking together if we all managed to get out of it alive… B: Yes. R: Oh man, Bertolt, the way they predicted the weather based on the
unbelievable poses you made while sleeping! I still remember the “garrison
officer is searching for the toilet” one! What a masterpiece! I’ve never
laughed that hard in my entire life! B: When I woke up, I couldn’t tell why everyone was on the floor
laughing… *chuckles* R: So many memories… B: Yeah… But… it’s all in the past now. R: True… You’re right… It’s all in the past… It’s all over–No. We have
to end this with our own hands. B: Yes! R: Hey, Bertolt… do you regret it? B: You just said it yourself – we have to fulfill our duty, even if we
don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. We have to stay true as warriors and
follow through on the decisions we’ve made until the bitter end. R: Yeah. B: Our fate was decided 5 years ago when we breached the wall and took
all those lives… no, even before that – when we were sent on this mission. R: You’re right. Somebody had to do it. B: Of course, nobody does this because they want to. R: Bertolt… B: When I was pretending to be a soldier, I could escape from what I’d
done for just a little while… I really could think of them all as my friends.
You feel the same, don’t you, Reiner?: Yeah… R: Yeah… B: Not all of our words were lies… I know it may sound like a silly
excuse. But it’s not surprising that they’ve labeled us traitors now. We’re not
the people they used to know! R: You’re right… There’s no point in dwelling upon what’s already
happened. We can’t and won’t turn back now. B: Yeah. That’s why we have to fulfill our mission as warriors and
return home! R: Yes, we’ll do it, no matter what it takes!
Armin: In a few hours, Ymir regained consciousness, and then Eren
followed suit, as well.
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.
HELLO hello first of all your art is one of my favorite thing in the world you have no idea how happy it makes me !!! also i was wondering if comics were hard to draw ? like.. do you use references for every panel or just go with the flow and see what happens ? im really curious :D i hope im not bothering, have a great day!!!! 💓💗💖💕
hello!! thank you a lot for the praise, I’m so glad I can make you happier with my art!! <3 I haven’t been making comics for very long to be honest, and I’m still learning a lot. obviously my main influences are manga, but I think no matter your style the key is to…read a lot of comics and pay attention to how they are constructed? for the little comics I’ve been posting here, I honestly don’t put much thought about it other than those small rules: make it vertical so it’s easily readable on tumblr’s dashboard (as in, I don’t draw two panels next to the other) ; and make it as short as possible to avoid clogging said dashboard (haha…) my advice would be to start drawing a draft/story board of your entire comic before making a finished version. I didn’t save any drafts of the tododekus I’ve done but I guess it should look like something like this
A.K.A the “I don’t care about drawing itself, I’m focusing on composition, panels placement, gag-delivery, etc”
my example isn’t very good but if you guys are interested in this I can post actual drafts next time
hope this helps a little bit..! I’m wary about giving advices because I still have a loooooot to learn myself…
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.
Request: Can I please request one where Jensen is a huge movie star? He’s out one night by himself and starts to get mobbed by fans/paparazzi. So he runs and hides in a shop that belongs to the reader. She doesn’t see it happen so she closes up the store with him inside. Then Jensen pops out from his hiding place and freaks her out lol. Maybe she doesn’t recognize him?
Pairing: Jensen x reader
Word Count: 1,800ish
A/N: So this went different than I planned. Whoops…
Okay but Emma, let's think about this real quick, so we all know that stiles and Derek were def a thing I mean especially in between season 2 and 3 when looking for the alpha pack, right? But what if they were just flirting then? What if nothing happened then? And they both have the intention of picking up where they left off after the alpha pack is taken care of, but then Stiles is possessed. And once they save Stiles, Derek just can't be someone who could potentially hurt Stiles, so he (1/?)
Stays away. And there’s more than definitely a few stolen moments between the two of them. A first kiss here, a hot and heady make out session while on the hunt for the baddie of the week, but it all comes to a head right after Stiles thinks Derek is gonna die, cause after the fight, Derek comes to tell Stiles that he’s leaving Beacon Hills, but they don’t get around to talking that night because all Stiles wants to do is kiss and touch and feel Derek, and know that he’s alive and safe and hold, and the moment is beautiful!
And Stiles makes plans for the morning during whispered conversations and soft kisses. In the morning he’ll make chocolate chip pancakes, and they will talk about what this means for them. But in the morning, Stiles gets up and Derek is gone. All that’s left is a note that says ‘I’m sorry. I love you’.
Why……why would you hurt me in this way???
Okay, but let me make this better. Because Derek travels around the world and he can’t just shut Stiles out of his life, okay? He thought about it but when it comes to Stiles, Derek is actually pretty weak. Although, he thinks with a smile, maybe not weak. Just….less inclined to put more walls up. Not that Stiles hasn’t found several ways of climbing over Derek’s walls already, but Derek can’t say he’s ever been truly upset about that. Not really.
So he takes to sending Stiles notes from wherever he is. He sends a note on the back of a napkin saying the milkshakes in Paris are good and another one on a motherfucking rock, the wordscarved out by one of Derek’s claws; it reads, ‘it’s warm here but not as warm as in your bed’. He hesitates for five whole days before sending it.
(The rock is something Stiles cherishes for weeks; he sleeps with it under his pillow and looks at it before he goes to bed. He holds it when he’s scared and eventually puts it in a box where, up until that point, he only put things that had belonged to his mom. He figures she’ll keep Derek safe.)
Neither of them call - it’s a rule neither of them voiced, but it’s rule all the same. It’s only when Stiles shows up in Washington and runs into Derek - literally, runs into him, late for class - that Derek realises the utter fucking hell Stiles and the pack went through after he left, and all Derek can do is say ‘sorry’ over and over again, practically shaking because he should have been there, he never should have left. Why did he think him leaving would make Beacon Hills a safer place? He’s babbling, he’s pretty sure, in a way he wants to blame Stiles for because he never babbles, that is until – until Stiles is cupping his face and shushing him; saying things like, “I’m glad you weren’t there, sourwolf. Knowing you, you would have died.“
Derek rolls his eyes at that but Stiles is 100% serious. “You could have died,” he says again. He says it over and over until he’s the one shaking and Derek is the one cupping his face.
“I’m going to protect you,” Stiles then says, after a minute. “I…..I want to protect you, Derek Hale. For the rest of…..well. Yeah.”
Derek smiles, raising an eyebrow. His heart is beating so fast. Stiles always wants to protect him. “You always want to protect me,” he whispers, biting his lip.
His heart beats faster.
Stiles snorts. “Want is a strong word, big guy. I didn’t want to do jack for you in the beginning.”
“Then why save me, all those times?”
“Dunno,” Stiles shrugs, his own heart beat caught between steady and a stutter. “Guess I just thought you were worth saving.”
Derek smiles again, ducking his head. “Guess I thought you were too,” he breathes, leaning in for a kiss.
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.
Hi everyone. You may have noticed recently that I’ve been a little off in posting the Oha Asa regularly; some days are quite late, whereas others, I don’t post anything at all. You’ve been wanting answers, I get it.
Here’s what’s been going on. I’ve moved to a new city and a new job, halfway across the country, and gained a whole lot of new responsibilities. I’ve also been in and out of the hospital for a couple of weeks now, trying to resolve some of my health problems.
When I first started this tumblr four and a half years ago, I didn’t think it would grow all that much. It was something I did for fun, because I felt like I could share something with fellow fans of kurobasu. Now, looking at the growth this tumblr has experienced since then, I can honestly say that I wasn’t expecting such a huge response.
You guys have been with me for a long time. But I’m getting tired of opening up tumblr and seeing the pages of fanmail and asks, demanding that I keep posting. Those times I didn’t post? I was sick, or had no access to internet, or I was too plain tired to even log on to tumblr. And out of the 1,656 days that this blog has existed, how many times has that happened? Twenty days?
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m only human. And, like any other human, I have limits. I’m starting to reach mine, in regards to this blog. I’m not calling it quits, not yet. But believe me, when I say I’ve had enough of people being rude because I missed a day or two, I’ve had enough.
So please. Try to consider that there is a human being behind all of this. And to everyone that has sent in messages of encouragement, I cannot thank you enough.
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.
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…