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Nerds 1.0 || Peter Parker AU

Prompt - AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands.

Warning - some vulgar language. extreme cuteness. teen!Avengers  :)))

A/N: btw the narration in this fic might seem a little salty, but that’s only cause I’m really salty right now about some stuff. 

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Originally posted by arachnidiot

“Can you overgrown children give me like five minutes of peace?” She tells her overbearing students, they groan. 

“But mom!” Her most annoying student shouted, she rolls her eyes at the boy. Her students had made a habit of calling her mom and it was by far very annoying. 

“Tony, you call me mom one more damn time-”

“Ooh! She said damn, that’s a bad word!” Another one of her troublemaking students shouted from the back of the class. 

“If it’s a bad word, then why would you say it, Barnes?” She retorted, the boy deflated and sat back down. His boyfriend, Steve, laughing and trying to comfort him as his classmates laughed. 

“You guys are high school seniors. I did not sign up to be a teacher to babysit a bunch of five year olds,” she complained, everyone in the class knew she was joking. She was just as rowdy and annoying as they were, it’s why this particular class was her favorite. 

“Come on, Ms. Y/L/N, you know you love us,” Natasha, a troublemaking redhead sitting with her feet up on the desk, said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face. 

“No you’re wrong. You’re all terrible and I hate you,” Y/N lied as she took a sip from her cup of coffee that sat on top of a pile of papers. 

“YOU LOVE US!” Screamed Tony and Clint at the same time, jumping up from their seats and running up to her desk to hug her. 

She couldn’t hide her smile then. Sure they were all extremely annoying and loud, but then again so was she.  

“Actually no. You know who she does love?” Natasha starts, a smirk rising on her face. 

The whole class quiets for a few seconds before they all yell out. 

“MR. PARKER!” 

A red blush rises on Y/N’s cheeks at the mention of the AP Physics and Calculus teacher, Peter Parker. She tried to deny it every single time, but her students knew better. 

“Oh come on guys, not this again!” She whines, and throws her head in an exaggerated exasperated groan. 

Ever since Peter had been hired as the new Physics teacher, the students almost immediately began ‘shipping’ them together. The two of them had became close friends in the blink of an eye seeing as they were both huge science nerds, their students saw this. Continuously teasing the both of them about their crushes. Both of them trying their best to deny, but neither of them could lie well enough to a bunch of teenagers who knew and understood the signs of a crush. 

 “We will bring this up as many times as we can until you guys realize that there’s some major amor going on,” Sam says from the far right row of the class, chewing on his mechanical pencil as he not so discreetly tried to finish his Spanish homework before the bell rang. 

The class agreed with him. 

“Alright fine, we’ll play it like that. How about I bring up the topic of your grades?” She laughs as the majority of the class starts to beg her not to continue.

“That’s what I thought!” She shouts, laughing loudly at the defeated faces of her students.

For the remainder of the class they reviewed the cardiovascular system for the test they were going to have next class. 

The bell rings and the bustling students jumped around in excitement for lunch, “Bye Ms. Y/L/N!” they all shouted. 

“Get out! Go to lunch!” She jokingly yells, they laugh and push each other out of the classroom. 

Y/N smiles to herself and begins to grade papers from another class. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” She hears a voice say, she looks up and turns her head to see the only freshman student in her class full of seniors. 

“Wanda, what are you still doing here? You should be at lunch,” she says in a concerned tone. 

“I know but I have a test in European History that I have to study for, and I wanted to ask something of you,” she explains. 

“Oh that’s right, I forgot, you have all senior classes. What can I help you with?” 

“Could I get some extra credit or something to raise up my grade? I have a college interview in a few days and they’ll be looking at my grades,” the girl asks, clutching her history textbook in her hands. 

“Wanda, you already have an A in this class…” 

“Yeah, I know but it’s a 99% because of that B that I got on the quiz about the systemic and pulmonary circuits, I was distracted that day,” she wasn’t directly saying it but she was begging for another chance, and Y/N didn’t need any more pressing from her pleading student. 

“Do you want to retake the quiz? I doubt you’ll get another B,” she offers, Wanda’s eyes light up. 

“Yes please!” Y/N chuckles at the young girl's’ enthusiasm and rummages through some folders for an empty sheet of the specific quiz. 

She finds it and hands it to Wanda who hurriedly grabs it and sits at the nearest desk. Wanda finishes the quiz in minutes before finally scribbling her name and class period on top. Y/N grades her paper in front of her, and to no one’s surprise, she got a perfect 100. 

“Oh my god, what a surprise…” Y/N mumbles, Wanda giggles to herself. 

The door opens and the two women turn to look at the door. 

There Mr. Parker stood at the doorway holding a bag of food that smelled strongly of New York takeout, he saw Wanda standing in front of Y/N’s desk and blushed. 

“Should I come back or…?” He trails off. 

“No need Mr. Parker, I was just leaving. Thanks Ms. Y/L/N!” Wanda says as she begins to walk to the door. 

Peter walks into the room and sets the food down on the desk. Y/N looks behind Peter to see Wanda giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pointing at both Y/N and Peter and making a heart with her fingers. Y/N got up and removed her sneaker before chucking it at the girl, Wanda dodged it and quickly left the class. 

Her unmistakable laughter bouncing off the walls of the hallway. 

Y/N sat back down to see Peter looking at her weirdly. “What was that about?” He asked opening the container of takeout food, Y/N blushed immensely. 

“Oh, nothing.”

Wanda runs into the lunchroom in search of her friends, the seniors. 

They sat in their usual table, eating away at the chicken wings that were being served today. 

“Guys! Guys!” She shouts as she nears the table, they turn their heads to look at their freshman friend. 

“What’s up?”

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker are in her class right now eating lunch together! He bought her food!” She yells excitedly, the table gasps. 

“Seriously?!” Natasha exclaims. 

“Dead serious.”

“We’re gonna go spy on them, right?” Clint asks, licking the ketchup off his fingers and wiping his hands on his pants. 

“Hell yeah.”

They all snuck out of the lunchroom without getting caught and made their way to Ms. Y/L/N’s classroom. The door had a little rectangular window for them to see through, it wasn’t big enough for all of them but luckily Clint had special access to the school’s air ducts. 

Especially the one in Ms. Y/LN’s classroom. 

He unlocked his phone and FaceTimed Natasha and pointed the camera at the future couple. Outside of the classroom, the group crowded around Natasha and her phone. They all quieted down and watched the two awkwardest and nerdiest people in the world attempt to have a conversation without mentioning science and or Star Wars. 

Both of them failing miserably. 

They had somehow gotten into an incredibly deep conversation about Star Wars conspiracy theories. 

“Oh my god, these fucking nerds!” Tony whispers, the rest of the group agrees. 

“We gotta do something or they’re gonna spiral into a never ending conversation about Darth motherfucking Vader,” Steve says, Bucky nods agreeing with his hunky beefcake. 

“Yeah, someone text Barnes and tell him to do something about this…whatever this is,” Bucky says waving his hand for emphasis.

Tony quickly pulls out his phone, his thumbs running over the screen in a blur. A few seconds later, his eyes read a message on the screen. 

“He wrote, ‘On it ;)’.”

They all began to silently think of what Clint had in store for their two favorite teachers. 

In the air duct, Clint quietly pulled two small rocks from his pocket. He had been planning on throwing them at some kid who messed with him earlier but this was more important. 

The air duct he was hiding in was directly above Y/N’s desk but both her and Peter were facing away from him so this was the perfect opportunity. 

“So I wanted to ask you something and excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable, but…do your students say anything about us…you know– uh, liking each other?” Peter asks, Y/N almost chokes on her teriyaki chicken but hides it with a strong cough. 

“Ehh sometimes, why do you ask?” She lies straight through her teeth and hides her blush by looking down at her lap. 

“Well, because-uh they’re always telling me that you…have a crush on me, and that apparently it’s pretty obvious…” 

Her hands were now numb and she wanted to disintegrate into thin air. 

No shit, you fucking idiot,’ she thought. 

“Uhh well, I-I wouldn’t say obvious b-but, I mean-” she couldn’t think of anything to say and now she really wanted to die. 

Clint couldn’t watch his favorite teacher suffer anymore so he slowly and quietly opens the air duct by removing the detachable air grille. 

He throws the first rock at the door, the two teachers turn to the door thinking that someone had knocked. Y/N stands up to open the door, she looks through the little window but when she sees no one she turns back. 

Then, Clint throws the second rock right into Peter’s shirt causing him to stand up and spill chicken fried rice covered in soy sauce all down Y/N’s t-shirt. 

“Oh shit, fuck! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed trying to apologize. 

He grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe off the soy sauce stains but only making it worse.

“No, i-it’s fine it-” 

“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-”

Both were too flustered to let one another finish their sentence. By now Peter wasn’t wiping anything except for her chest, it took a few seconds for both of them to notice exactly what he was touching. 

The blushing idiots finally decided to pull away from each other, and chuckle nervously at their current situation. 

“Come on, come on.” Natasha mumbles under her breath as her and the group continue to watch from her phone. 

Y/N and Peter were now pretending that the whole thing didn’t happen but the stain on Y/N’s light gray shirt said otherwise. Finally, the two of them mustered up enough confidence to actually say something intelligent. 

“Would you like to go out sometime?” They asked simultaneously. 

They both chuckle nervously, “I know it’s not the best time to ask, but…I-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while and I just didn’t know if you…”

She smiles, “Well I do, and I’d love to go out with you.”

At that moment, the group started cheering completely forgetting that the hallway echoed. 

“Yes OTP!” Sam shouts, almost immediately slapping his hand over his mouth. 

“What the hell?” Y/N mumbles and walks over to the door, seeing their teachers walk toward them the entire group got up and hauled ass back to the lunchroom, the sound of shoes squeaking and stomping on the floor along with the loud swears coming from the teenagers themselves could be heard from inside the classroom. 

Clint watching them run on his phone cursed out loud, “Shit!” he said, his eyes widened. 

Both Peter and Y/N turned to the vent, “Wha-Clint!” Y/N yelled when she realized what was happening. 

There was no point in being quiet now, Clint shimmied down the vent before his teacher crawled in after him. 

Peter and Y/N stood there helpless. 

“I’m gonna kill them.”

“Meddling kids.”

Originally posted by daftprodigy

BONUS:

The next day when the matchmakers walked into Calculus, a class that Peter taught, they all sat next to each other. Being the only people in the school that knew that the two teachers that everyone has been shipping were finally together had its advantages. They’ve been trading test answers for gossip all morning. 

The school was bustling with the news. 

Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker were finally together. 

Even Principal Fury and Assistant Principal Hill were excited about it. 

When Peter sees them sitting innocently in their seats, he turns to them. 

“I don’t know whether to say thank you or goodbye, she was pretty angry.”

“Ah, she’ll get over it once you give her that good nerd loving,” Sam jokes, Peter blushes and a tries to hide a very noticeable smile.

“Ew dude, that’s our mom you’re talking about,” Tony says.

Clint perks up.

“Speaking of mom, we’re not calling you dad.”

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A/N: I had way too much fun with this. This was mostly about the teen!Avengers, but honestly I live for that AU. 

• MESSAGE ME IF YOU WANT A PART TWO

anonymous asked:

Slides you two buttons and a piece of lint. How about some Voltron Headcanons? Finger Guns out.

lint and finger guns?? sold

  • lance: “don’t worry guys, I’ll stay behind and protect the princess” allura, visibly eyeing lance’s biceps: “…………….. uh okay”
  • fun party game: guessing how keith got kicked out of the garrison
    • he stole a space craft!! (”okay i only stole parts and i was never caught for that” “wait what”)
    • he called iverson a dirty lying quiznak!! (”i didn’t even know that word back then lance”)
    • he tried to alert the public that the garrison was covering up the kerberos mission!!! (”i didn’t but they were”)
    • to be honest he probably just decked iverson
  • coran designed the space pirate outfits himself
  • *hunk crashes his lion* “well, looks like I’ve hit… rock bottom” 
  • weirdly enough, slav is the ultimate It Could Be Worse guy
    • [something goes right] slav, sweating: “there’s a fifty-two percent chance that this’ll still go horribly wrong in some way”
    • [something goes horribly wrong] slav: “i mean i know we just lost an engine, but on the bright side, at least we’re not in one of the three hundred realities where the cockpit blew up instead”
  • sometimes allura’ll shapeshift herself a mustache so she can stroke it pensively
  • keith: “i hate authority figures” pidge: “you’re an authority figure now" keith: “…shit”
  • [lance’s mission log while stranded alone] “i mean, technically i’m the lowest ranked member of the crew. i would only really be ‘in charge’ if i were the only remaining person… so what do you know?? i’m in charge” 

because @mad-madam-m posted domestic prompts and #14 just spoke to me.


The footage is shaky, veering wildly between a pile of unopened moving boxes and Derek’s unamused face.

“Don’t you dare,” Derek warns. The camera zooms out from his glare to show that he’s shirtless and framed by the doorway of a bare kitchen. His arms are crossed and there’s a barely visible scrap of orange and blue cloth peeking out from under his arm. The rest of it is clenched in his fist.

“I won’t laugh, I swear.” Stiles’ voice, coming from somewhere off camera. He doesn’t sound convincing. When Derek just glares: “I’m serious. Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a boy scout,” Derek mutters, but it’s mild, and he’s already pulling on the shirt.

And the shirt. Well.

On camera, Derek glares, lifts both hands up in a gesture that says, See?

Stiles lasts for only two seconds before cracking up. “Oh my god. Der. It’s so much worse than I remember.”

The shirt would have been small on Derek a few years ago. Now, it’s just ridiculous. It rides up on the bottom, exposing a good inch of stomach. The buttons at the neckline gap. More than one looks ready to pop off under the slightest stress. By the way Derek tries and fails three times in a row to cross his arms in front of his chest, it’s obviously a strain just to move in it.

The fact that the shirt’s ugly as hell doesn’t help.

The footage shakes again, then focuses on a tile floor as Stiles howls off screen. “You look like the hulk! Even your muscles have muscles.”

Derek grumbles something unintelligible. Then, to the tune of more laughter, there’s a loud rip.

“Oh for the love of– I can’t– Stiles. Help me get this thing off.”

“Oh I’ll help you get it off, buddy. Don’t you– hey!”

There’s a loud squawk and clatter as the camera falls to the floor. The last thing to be seen is an upside-down image of Derek stalking down the hall, Stiles draped inelegantly over his shoulder. Their laughter follows them, fading out until there’s nothing left but the hum of a new fridge.

Valentine’s Day Starters:

“Thanks for the [flowers/chocolate], but I’m allergic.”

“Well, at least it was romantic up until I spilled the champagne on you.”

“Hey, come design custom, dysfunctional candy hearts with me.”

“So you’re my blind date?”

“Hey, I need your help. I bought you the biggest teddy bear they had in the store, and now I can’t carry it by myself.”

“Roses are red violets are blue, I can’t write poems for shit but I still love you.”

“Who are the flowers for?”

“I bet I know worse pick up lines than you do.”

“It’s technically for Valentine’s Day, but it’s also a ‘thanks for putting up with my stupid ass all this time’ gift.”

“I got you flowers.”

“I thought you’d look cute/handsome in this.”

“Please don’t be sad, I bought you three bags of candy.”

“I tried to make chocolate covered strawberries for you, but now I’m confused and you have to help me.”  

“I know Valentine’s Day is supposed to be for couples only, but I wanted you to have this anyway.”

“Did you know there’s a 'Why I Must Have Sex With You’ Checklist? Also, did you know I bought it?”

“Why is Valentine’s Day the one day of the year we call stalkers 'secret admirers’?”

“I’d kiss you, but my breath smells like the fish I had at dinner.”

“I love you, but your [mom/dad] scares the crap out of me.”

“Okay, I made you a heart-shaped cake, but it coincidentally broke in half, so please don’t read too far into that.”

“Please just pretend to be my boyfriend/girlfriend so the creepy person leaves me alone.”

“Thanks for the gift, but I’m pretty sure this is the half-eaten chocolate bar I left in the fridge.”

“Oh my god, you just gave me the first Valentine I’ve ever received.”

“I got you a new perfume/cologne for Valentine’s Day because I can’t stand that one you wear now.”

“I bought handcuffs because I thought it’d be sexy, but now I can’t get out of them.”

“On a scale of one to pathetic, what does sending myself chocolates at work so my colleagues think someone likes me fall under?”

“I’ll be in my bedroom pretending that I don’t exist and that I don’t know what day today is.”

“Even though I’m not going anywhere because I’m alone, at least I look really good.”

“Before you try anything, I have my period today, so you’ll be getting nothing.”

“Today someone threw a candy heart at my head that said, 'you piss me the fuck off’.”

“You’re so out of my league. Good for me.”

“Hey! Just because it’s Valentine’s Day, don’t think that gives you permission to put your ice cold feet on me.”

“Oh my god, how did you know I wanted this?”

The Things We Fear

This was a lot gayer than I thought it would be. I owe the outline of the first part to @thesickficsideblog, but I kinda ran away with it at the end. I swear, it wasn’t supposed to be Klance, but my hand slipped. I’ll put it on ao3 later.

Summar: Lance gets trapped in a room full of fear gas, and the team can’t do anything but watch.

Implied/referenced torture

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Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!

Requested

“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

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Originally posted by spn-spam

Helpless

“Dean, don’t run away from me!” You barged into the motel room right as Dean threw a lamp. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. The base of the lamp caught you hard in the temple, knocking you unconscious. 

“Fuck, Y/N, no!” Dean was instantly at your side, turning you from your stomach to your back and cradling you in his arms. He grabbed his flannel from the bed, using it to apply pressure and stop the bleeding from your head. “Come on, sweetheart. Wake up!” 

Hot tears dripped onto your face as you stirred, a small groan coming from the back of your throat. “Y/N/N I’m so sorry.” Dean pulled you to his chest as soon as he saw your eyes open, crushing you against him. “I never meant for you to get hurt. That’s why I ran. You can’t be around me like this.” 

“It’s ok, Dean.” You murmured against his chest, repositioning yourself around him, running one hand through his hair and running the other over the angry red mark on his arm. He tried to pull it away but you tightened your grip, refusing to let him pull back this time. “I’m the only one who can make this better. You heard what Cain said. You won’t hurt me. Not on purpose.” 

Dean pushed you back, looking into your eyes. “No, but I already hurt you. Look at you.” He ran his free hand over the bruise forming on the side of your face. “I can’t do this to you.” 

“It was an accident. I’ve had worse.” You laughed it off, rubbing your hand absently over the mark to calm him. It seemed to be working, his muscles relaxing as you touched him. 

“How did you find me?” Dean questioned. 

“I always find -” Your voice trailed off and you stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on one spot.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer and Dean panicked as he watched your eyes flutter and roll back in your head and your body drop to the ground in convulsions. “Y/N!” Dean screamed, trying to hold you down to stop you from thrashing. “No, no, no.” Dean begged you. “Stay with me. Please!” 

After several minutes that felt like hours the trashing stopped and Dean scooped you up, running to the Impala and speeding to the nearest hospital. “I need a doctor!” He screamed, carrying your still limp body through the emergency room doors. “Please! She’s not breathing!” He sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, dripping into your hair as he laid you on a gurney and the doctors rolled you away.

Dean Winchester had never felt so helpless as he did the moment you and his unborn son disappeared behind the gray double doors. 

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Shout-out to this one Pokémon GO Gym that scared the life out of me. 

For those who don’t know the story about this Gym, let me explain:

You see, my town has two community colleges and one university, so we end up getting a lot of sculptures and art donated by art students. As a result, a lot of Pokéstops/gyms are sculptures, murals, and such. It’s still a pretty decent-sized town, though, so people who have been here long enough are quite familiar with a majority of the artworks. Some are even popular meeting-places because they’re so stapled into the town.

Well, one day, while we were picking up my baby brother from preschool, I decided to venture off and do some quick battles from a nearby Gym. We had a lot of stops nearby because there was a whole round-a-bout of sculptures. The gym I went to, however, was kinda on its lonesome. The stops weren’t close to it, which kinda sucked because I was running low on Pokéballs, too. Still, I went to it because it was the closest, and I only had a few minutes to spare before we had to head back home.

When I reached the Gym I saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just some sidewalk pavement and grass. I wouldn’t have been too disturbed by it if it wasn’t for the fact that the picture for the Gym was this.

What made it even worse is that when I asked people about it they had no idea what it was. Not even my stepdad, who was born and raised in this town, had any idea what it was supposed to be. I tried looking it up on Google, too, but the only decent result I got was an extremely blurry picture of it in the background of a news clipping. I couldn’t find any traces of it anywhere.

It wasn’t until recently that I finally found clear pictures of what it is. It’s just a sculpture, nothing too exciting. I guess the reason why Google didn’t pull up any good results, at the time, was because the sculpture’s name was wrong on the Gym. As for why it wasn’t there, it was probably because it was moved to a different location (and they just didn’t bother to move it from the map).

Anyway, yeah, definitely one of the strangest Pokémon experiences I have ever come across. Even though it all turned out to be one big misunderstanding, in the end, it was still a fun time!

Bat-Aunt: Part 5

Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life would have changed, with a little sister

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


The knock on the door pulls you out of your paperwork just long enough to say, “Come in.”

    Your pen only stops scrawling your signature when Barry Allen’s head pops in the door. “This a bad time?”

    You shake your head, and lay your pen down, “Not at all Mr. Allen. Please come in.” He does, taking a seat on the opposite side of the desk from you. Leaning back in your chair you ask, “How bad is it?”

    “They covered their tracks well. It was a pro. Left behind some things, but nothing I could get my hands on. GCPD took everything, and didn’t take too kindly to me being here. I think a call is probably going out to my chief.”
     You scowl, “They won’t make that call if they know what’s good for them. Wayne Enterprises donates more to the GCPD than anyone else. That comes with special perks.”

    Barry raises an eyebrow, and you wince, “That came out worse than it sounds. I only mean that whoever broke in took a very dangerous, and expensive material. One that could cause a lot of harm, I need it found.”

    He smiles, “For the good of Gotham, or before your brother sees the news and tries to get out of bed?”

    “Mixture of both to be honest. He’s been gone a week and the underground has taken notice, things are starting to look bad, and I’m not sending Richard out by himself. No matter how much he begs.”

    “What if I went with him? He knows the city, and I could use the help.”

You bite your lip, “Are you sure?”

He smiles, “I already took the week off. Might as well have some fun.”

You smile, “Then at the very least, I owe you lunch.”

You expect him to fight you on it, instead he says, “As long as it’s not some fancy restaurant with small portions … I need the calories.”

You smile and grab your purse, before walking out with him. You smile at Hilda, “I’m leaving for the night. Mr. Allen was kind enough to agree to have dinner with me.”

She smiles, “Have fun Ms. Wayne.”     Without another word the two of you make you way to the garage. He stares at your car as you unlock it remotely.

“Someone’s got expensive taste.”

You smile, “You’re not the only one who likes to go fast.”

He smiles and climbs in. You navigate the streets of Gotham like a pro. You’d been driving these streets since you were fifteen, and you were fairly certain that you could do it blindfolded.

You pull up in front of a diner, and as you pull into a parking space you realize just how out of place your car looks. You can’t bring yourself to care. Instead you walk into the diner like you own the place, and in a way, you do. You’d been coming to this diner for as long as you can remember.

First it had been Bruce who’d brought you. Once a week, he had persuaded Alfred to drive the two of you into the city to this place where your parents had taken him. He’d been determined to keep up the tradition. Bruce had ordered the same thing every time while you had worked your way through the menu countless times.

The owner knew you better than most of your friends. He always made sure to welcome you personally. It was the same for the regulars. The people who ate here were good, hardworking people. They never asked for anything, and whenever some outsider tried to take your picture they put a stop to it.

They treated you like a regular person and you loved it. Because of their dedication, the paparazzi had yet to find out about this place. It was one of your few safe havens.

When everyone greets you by name, Barry just smiles, and follows you to your usual booth. After a minute he asks, “Come here often?”

You smile, “At least once a week from the time I was three. Bruce insisted. When I turned sixteen, I started waiting tables here. Lew taught me how to run a business. I worked here until I was eighteen, when I took over at Wayne Enterprises.”

“What about college?”

You shrug, “Private school education, accelerated classes. I’d completed my first two years by the time I was eighteen. Thanks to summer classes I was able to finish my BA by the time I was twenty.”

Barry smiles, “Impressive.”

You shrug, “It’s what needed to be done. I’m working on my masters little by little now.” Barry’s smile never disappears, and when Diane comes to take your order, you watch how he treats her. He uses yes and no ma’am, smiles and thanks her.  You can see it’s natural for him. That’s tells you something.

“My friend Iris used to be a waitress. She got hell from some of her customers. It was totally unfair. She’d be on her feet for eight hours at a time, and sometimes she’d have to cover other people’s tables. People left bad tips and were so rude. I never understood it.”

You nod, “I can relate.”

“Can I ask why you did it?”

You lean back into the booth, and shrug, “I wanted to be normal. In those days I couldn’t tell who was fake and who was sincere. Here I was just me, and I knew I could trust these people. I’ve told them secrets that could have made them thousands in the newspapers, but not one has ever been released. When Bruce left for his trip, they became a second family. Plus it taught me the meaning of a dollar, and that all work means something.”

“I worked retail in high school. Well, I worked at a bookstore. There were definitely worse jobs I could have had. Most of the time I just got to talk to nerds like me.”

You smile at Diane as she drops off your food, before popping a fry into your mouth. “Sounds like heaven. On my days off I like to spend time lounging in the family library. Those days are farer and fewer in-between.”

“Things picking up at the company.”

“I’m behind because of Bruce’s accident but no more than usual.”

“What cover story did you come up with?”

You smile, “He broke his leg skiing.”

Barry lets out a laugh, that draws a few smiles. Your eyes catch Diane’s and she mouths the words, “He is adorable.” You shrug.

When the food is gone, Lew comes out. Without a word you scoot over, and he slides in. He gives you a hug and asks, “How you doing little girl?”

“My brother is shaving years off my life, other than that I’m okay.”

“What did that hard head do now?”

“Broke his leg skiing, believe it or not. It’s taking Alfred to keep him in bed.”

Lew smiles, “I bet. Your brother is not one to stay still for long.”

“He’s an idiot Lew. I’m starting to worry about brain damage.”

Lew laughs, “Poor guy, you got the looks and the brains. It’s probably a cry for attention. You coming in your regular night this week too?”

“Of course. It’s Alfred’s one night off. I’ll bring Richard with me.”

“You do that. In the meantime, introduce me to you friend.”

“This is Barry Allen. He’s a friend who’s doing some work for me.”

“I see. You using my place for business lunches now?”

You smile, “I would never. Barry also happens to be a good friend of Bruce’s. He’s even stopped the goof from doing some stupid things.”

Lew nods, before turning to Barry and extending his hand, “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Barry Allen. Thanks for watching out for her hard headed brother and this stubborn girl right here. I’m Lew.”

Barry takes his hand with an easy smile, “It’s nice to meet you. She’s been telling me all about you and this place.”

Lew laughs, “Well, she’s family. You two stay as long as you like, I’m going to send out milkshakes.”

He’s gone before you can say anything. Barry smiles and says, “I like him.”

You're Mine

Paring: Seth Rollins X Reader
Rating: Smut, Explicit
Length: 3k+
Includes: Smut, lots of angst, and fluff

Summary: You and Seth still aren’t an official couple after three years. You hatch a plan in anger and spite to make him realize how much he cares about you. It doesn’t go as planned. Angst and smut and a little fluff.

“Why do I even bother?!” You shouted at Seth as he rolled his eyes. You were in the living room of his new house, but this was an old fight.

“Look, I told you,” he sounded angry even though he had no right. “I don’t like titles. We’re dating. I don’t have to be your boyfriend.”

“It’s been three years! You don’t want a title. You don’t want me to move in. You just want me around. It’s not cool!” You were at your wits end with this conversation. You had talked to his friends, and they were as confused as you.

Roman was the most helpful. He told you Seth talked about you a lot. Seth would say “You’ll never guess what y/n did. It was so awesome-” and “Y/n loves those things.” Stuff like that. You did the same thing too, but less and less lately because of this situation he put you in.

The two of you weren’t getting any younger, and you wanted to settle down with him. He was the man you loved, but you were starting to think he wasn’t your future.

“I just don’t want labels. I’ve told you that for like, years,” he said, getting up from the couch, adjusting his basketball shorts and hoodie. “I’m going to hit the gym.” He grumbled as he walked past you.

“I guess I’m going home then,” you said, snatching up your things furiously. “Just tell me one thing,” you turned to him as he put his hair up and picked up his gym bag.

“What?” He asked, clearly irritated and not wanting to actually listen to you. His tone stoked your ire and you decided to change your question.

“Do you mind if I date other people?” You asked, shrugging a bit, keeping your face blank.

“Excuse me?” He asked, looking aghast. You gleaned a bit of satisfaction from his horrified face.

“Well, I’m not your girlfriend, so…? I can date other people, yeah?” You shrugged again.

He glared at you, and you could see his brain working behind his eyes. He didn’t like what you were suggesting, and he was trying to find a way to say ‘no’ without giving ground on his position.

“Sure,” he finally said after a very long pause. “I personally won’t, but sure, go crazy.” He said with a condescending tone. He was trying to guilt you out of the idea by volunteering that he wouldn’t see other people, but at this point… /Fuck him/.
***
“Hey, y/n! What’s up?” Cesaro’s voice over the phone was just as pleasant as you remembered. “Did Seth lose his phone again? He’s right here somewhere.”

“No,” you laughed. “I wanted to call you specifically,” you admitted.

“Okay,” he said, waiting.

You had planned to just ask him out, but he was too close with Seth. He would say no. You quickly thought of something he’d say yes to.

“Seth is giving me the same argument against labels again,” you sighed.

“The 'Oh, I don’t like labels. I just want to be me. Blah blah blah,’ thing. I’ve heard it.” Cesaro said, sounding as incredulous as everyone else that heard Seth give the excuse.

“Yeah, but this time, I got pretty hot and I kind of said I’d start dating other people,” you winced, realizing how that would sound to one of Seth’s closest friends.

Cesaro sighed. “I don’t blame you.”

“Yeah, so here’s what I want to do, and why I called,” you said, getting down to business. “I would like you to take me on a date. Like, pretty publicly. If that’s okay?” You said, biting the tip of your thumb.

He surprised you by laughing. “Oh boy, that’s evil y/n. Yeah, I’ll do it.”

“Really?” You asked, bouncing in your seat.

“Yeah, lets fuck this tomato,” he said, making you quirk your face in question. What kind of idiom was that? Swiss? You took it for the agreement it was.

“Okay. Bye.” You said, laughing.

“I’ll text you.” He said before hanging up.
***
You were sitting on your couch watching TV when you heard a furious knock on your door. It was late. About midnight. And you wondered who in the hell it was.

Opening the door cautiously, you peeked out. It was Seth.

You didn’t know he would be back so soon. He usually texted you when he was getting on the airplane or making the drive back home.

“What’s up?” You said, pulling the door open all the way. He rushed inside and you closed the door behind him. He didn’t say a word. He looked rattled. His hair was a mess and he smelled like the cold air outside. It was like he had stopped whatever he was doing and just rushed here.

“Seth,” you started to say, but he just held up a finger. That’s when you noticed his hand was shaking. You looked up to his eyes and saw they were black with fury.

You had seen Seth angry before, but you hadn’t ever seen him livid. You were guessing that’s what this was. You were guessing he saw the photos. The photos from your date with Cesaro.

“You said you would date other people. Not my best fucking friend,” his voice shook as he spoke. You were quiet for a long time. The TV the only sound in the room.

“I’m just-” you tried.

“No. You don’t talk til I say,” he told you. His voice was hot with rage. You felt yourself shrink in. You thought this little stunt would remind Seth how much he liked you. Needed you. Maybe loved you. But maybe it was the thing that would finally tear you two apart.

“Did you ask him, or did he ask you?” He asked, staring you down.

“I asked him,” you said quietly, beginning to shake yourself.

“And he said yes? Just like that?” He was silently waiting for your answer, but his lips were parted with heavy breath.

“Well, I- He-” you tried to figure out what to say.

“Never mind. I just want to know one thing,” he said. “Just tell me…” Seth’s voice broke just a little. “Did you fuck him?”

You shook your head. You hadn’t.

“Did you want to?” His eyes were like open windows to his soul. You could see it howling in pain, and it was about to get worse.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Yes?!” He asked in disbelief.

“I want to sleep with a lot of guys, Seth, but I don’t.” You told him simply. “Cause there’s only one guy for me.”

He looked angry again. How did he still not understand this?

“Then why date other people?! Why put me through this?!” He shouted, looking more distressed than you’d ever seen him. Even when his knee tore in half and he vacated his title, he was more together than this.

“Because I need a commitment!” You shouted back. “I need to know that at the end of the day you’ll be there for me!”

“I’m here for you!” He argued.

“As a friend? As a fuck buddy? As what?!” You fired back, becoming quite livid yourself. If this was the last fight, if this was the last time you talked, you wanted to make yourself clear. “Come on! Tell me what I am to you!”

He stared at you. He was silent.

“Really?” You said, feeling a knife through your heart. “Nothing?”

“Y/n,” he said, reaching for you. His anger seemed to have slipped away, but that didn’t matter now. You were too flustered. Too mad. Too frustrated.

You slapped his hand away, shocking him. You shocked yourself too, but you didn’t let it show. Not now.

“Get out,” you hissed. You couldn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t be around him. It hurt too much.

“When I saw the pictures… When I saw you with him,” he started.

“I don’t care anymore. Leave,” you said, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even know you were crying until then.

“Let me just-” he tried, but you couldn’t listen.

“No. I want you out,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to leave. He had rooted himself like a tree. You had to do something drastic. You had to topple him to get him the fuck away from you. “I already wasted three years of my life with you. How much more of my time do you want to waste?”

He recoiled at that, and it broke your heart to see him in pain. But he couldn’t give you what you needed, so he wouldn’t give you anything anymore.

“I’m- I- Please,” he stuttered. He looked shattered, but you had no idea why, or what it meant. He either couldn’t or wouldn’t tell you what you meant to him.

You went to the door and opened it.

“Goodbye, Seth,” you said, looking down at the floor. You could still feel the fury coursing through your veins, but the anguish was starting to overwhelm it. You needed him gone before you could collapse to the floor.

He walked over to you, and gently put his hand over yours, closing the door for you.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. His hand was still on yours. You stared at where your hands met. “And I’m yours.” His eyes were pained, but soft as you looked up.

You didn’t say anything. You didn’t know what to say.

“That’s all I’ve got,” he confessed.

“What does that mean?” You asked, feeling so unsure. Like the ground would drop away from your feet at any moment.

“You’re mine,” he shrugged sadly. Probably thinking that wasn’t enough, he kept talking. “You’re my best friend. You’re my favorite person. You’re the person I lean on. You’re… mine.” He said. “And I’m all that stuff for you, right?”

You sniffed and nodded.

“Then I’m yours.”

“Okay,” you said, looking at him in question. A silent 'what else?’

He reached out and pulled you to his chest. He did that thing you loved. Sometimes after a long or particularly rough road trip; he pulled you in, held you tight, rested his chin to your forehead, took a long inhale of your hair, sighed deeply, and kissed the top of your head. He loved you. Seth might not have known it, but you did. You wouldn’t say anything now. You weren’t about to tell him how he felt.

“What was Cesaro saying to you? In the picture, I mean,” he asked, holding you close.

“Which one?” You asked. He pulled back a bit to get his phone out of his pocket. Then he pulled up a picture of Cesaro whispering in your ear and you blushing with a little smile on your face. “I don’t remember.” You didn’t remember what he said. “Is- is that the one that bothered you the most?” You asked, knowing there was a photo of a goodnight kiss.

“Yeah,” he said, laying his cheek on the top of your head as his hand flexed around your side.

“Why?” You were perplexed.

“I don’t know. I guess- I like to make you smile, and- I know lots of people make you smile, but- I don’t know. We make jokes. Our jokes. I didn’t like thinking about you and Cesaro- I don’t know? Having jokes? That doesn’t make any sense,” he sighed. Seth was talking about intimacy. He didn’t want you to be intimate with other people. You smiled to yourself. What a big dummy, you thought, unable to contain a laugh.

“It does make sense. But I have bad news, Cesaro and I do have one joke.” You had remembered what Cesaro was telling you when that picture was snapped.

“What is it?” He frowned, looking at you.

“I’ll never tell,” you smiled at him evilly. He smiled back.

“Come on!” He laughed, shaking you gently, teasingly.

“I’ll tell you my secret for one kiss,” you teased, pointing to your lips. He smiled and paid the toll of one kiss. It stared as a quick peck on the mouth, but then his lips softened and he stayed a bit longer.

After your lips parted, you looked up at him and forgot what you were going to say. He was staring at you, looking at you like you were a stranger. Just blinking, trying to take all of you in.

“Seth?” You asked, putting a hand on his chest. He looked lost.

His hands came up to cup your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone as he stared at you. His beautiful, intelligent brown eyes gazing between your eyes and your lips. You moved forward just an inch and he kissed you again.

He kissed you over and over, pulling you closer. His hands gently, desperately grasping your face. Usually, he’d be pulling your body to his, making his desire clear, but this was different. He was making his desire clear just by kissing you. Fiercely, passionately clinging to your lips.

“I’m not wasting your time anymore. I’m yours,” he said, before sealing your lips again.

You put your arms around his neck. One hand diving into his hair. Saying, with your body, 'I’m here. It’s okay. I’m yours too.’ As soon as you did that, he picked you up and started toward your bedroom.

“I want you,” he said breathlessly, as he set you on your bed. You moved away a bit to start undressing, but he grabbed you back to him.

“Come here,” he huffed, pulling the hem of your shirt over your head. He kissed your shoulders, chest, tummy. He removed your bra. Then he started on your jeans. “You’re mine. You understand?” He asked, pulling your panties down with your jeans.

“Yes,” you said, putting your hands in his hair as he kissed down your hip bone to your pelvis. You knew where he was going.

His mouth found your folds wet, and you moaned in want as his tongue worked magic on you. He was so good at eating you out that sometimes the orgasms brought tears to your eyes.

He groaned as he realized just how slick you were and the husky sound made you even slicker. He brought his hands up to your center and used them to spread your pussy lips so he could give your clit direct attention. You cried out as he lapped at your pleasure center with deadly accuracy. Your hands shook against his scalp as he got you to the edge, making you gasp in desperate need to come.

“Please!” You cried as you felt your peak so close. He licked quicker, more forceful, to make sure you came and came hard. “Yes! Seth!” You practically screamed as your body shook with pleasure.

He climbed up your body, laying between your thighs. You used your fingers to wipe your wetness from his beard, running your thumb over his talented lips. He placed a kiss on the pad of your thumb just before he pressed forward.

You gasped as his cock filled you. He looked down at you with stars in his eyes.

“God, you feel so good. You always feel so good,” he said, holding you close as he started to thrust.

“You too, baby,” you moaned as your hands roamed his back. And he did, he felt so good filling every inch of you with his length.

He took his time, building up the pace, finding out what made you gasp and your pussy clench. The whole time his own breath caught and masculine moans emanated from his throat, driving you wild.

“Louder,” you told him. He looked at you for a second, but then it clicked.

He started going faster, making you throw your head back. He was hitting your g-spot with every thrust, his powerful arms were around you, and his moans hit your ears like music.

“Oh God!” You cried as he lifted your hips a bit.

“You like that?” He huffed, leaning back to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, nodding furiously. Your fingers digging into his shoulders to pull him to you. Your lips landed on his right before he pushed you over the edge.

“That’s right. You’re mine. This is my pussy.” He said, reaching down to your clit. You had already come twice but that wasn’t enough for Seth. He wanted to remind you why you were with him.

“I’m yours! Yes!” You told him, looking in his eyes.

“Come for me again,” he demanded of you. “Come for your man.”

You screwed your eyes shut and just heard and felt everything. His cock inside you, his fingers on your clit, his breath hot on your ear, his groans, and the sound of your flesh slapping together. Seth was inside of you and all around you. It was perfect.

“Oh my God!” You gasped as you came for the third time. Tears streamed down your face from the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh! Y/n…!” He groaned as he came inside of you and went still. You could hear his heart pounding, and you put your hand over his chest to feel it too. “I love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you too,” you said, running a hand through his hair and kissing his forehead. “I’m yours.”

“Damn right,” he chuckled, rolling over and bringing you with him.

“I think you should move in with me.” He said, running his hand over your bare back as you snuggled to his side.

“Really?” You asked, peering up at him. He was completely serious.

“Yeah, really,” he smiled at you and then kissed your forehead.

“Alright then,” you giggled. “Let’s fuck this tomato.”

“Let’s what?!” He laughed. His face quirked in mirth and his eyes shining like no tomorrow.

“Apparently, it’s something Sami says.” You confessed and pecked his cheek. “Cesaro picked it up from him. That’s my joke with Cesaro.”

“It’s lame,” Seth said, trying to frown. “It’s a good thing you have me to make better jokes with.”

You laughed. “Yes, better jokes with my man.”

“My girl,” he sighed, pulling you closer. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

❝ It’s nice that smile ❞

Plot: You’re Yoongi’s girlfriend but you’re scarier than him, more cold and distant but a little marshmallow inside. One day BTS see you crying because your grandma, who was suffering of amnesia, finally remembered you. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x BTS

Words count: 2,9k+

Warning: None 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 
P.S. I hope you’re fine now. ♥

gifs aren’t mine, credits to the owner! 

“Darling, can you bring this to grandma?”  

The sweet voice of your mother forced you to lift your gaze, biting the inside of your cheek for keeping you from sending her to the devil.  

Not that you hated your mother, she was the most important woman in your life, but she knew how much your grandmother’s condition would hurt you. You were tied to the old woman by a bond that couldn’t be explained and every time her blank gaze was resting on you, you could feel the pain hit you repeatedly and tears constantly pinching your orbs.  

“All right.” You murmured, taking the dish that she was giving you.  

Your brother gave you a little smile of encouragement and with a slow pace, you headed to the room where your grandmother was resting, feeling your heart beating more and more violently and the dish shaking in your hands.  

You weren’t sure you could do it, now that condition was leading you to exhaustion and even the failure to really talk to someone, the fail to express to the best of your emotions, provoked further concern and pain to your heart already too bent and broken.  

Quietly you opened the door and on tiptoe, you approached the king sized bed that filled almost completely the room. She was asleep and you didn’t want to wake her up because selfish you wanted to be able to lay the pot on the nightstand and run away.  

But her eyes opened and rested on you, so you stuck near the nightstand and watched her remain silent. The doctors explained that abrupt and sudden movements could cause further problems for people in those conditions.  

“Hello dear.”  

A knot at the throat prevented you from saying something, but your eyes opened wide as the woman in front of you gave you a little smile. Maybe that was the day? Your heart began to beat even more violently than a few moments earlier, while hope began to flow into you rising to monstrous levels.  

“Who are you? What’s your name, darling? ”  

Your little bubble of hope exploded, an explosion so strong as to take your breath away and the tears began spontaneously to slip on your cheeks, falling on your mouth and letting you grind your nose to the brackish taste that they left on your soft lips.  

“I-I am… I brought you something to eat, you have to feed yourself, mh? ” You couldn’t stutter, while your lips bent into a small and fake smile.  

Your eyes were filled with disappointment and especially a sense of abandonment. Your grandmother hadn’t recognized you for the umpteenth time and your world had collapsed a little more.  

~ ~

“Taehyung leaves immediately Jungkook, you’re choking him.” Seokjin was furious, obviously, he was just pretending to be, while trying to separate the two boys who continued undeterred to do wrestling in the living room.  

You were sitting on Yoongi’s bed, with the door open and a beautiful view on the show that the eldest was trying to stop, while at your side your boyfriend quickly beat his fingers on the keyboard of his laptop completely immersed in his world.  

Your expression was flat, like every time you showed yourself outside the house walls. Only Yoongi was able, now much more than before, to penetrate that armor that you used as protection. You were similar, similar fears, similar thoughts, similar problems. And similar behaviors so understand what you felt and how you were actually had never been difficult for him.  

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Do Something Already

A Shawn Mendes one shot. Requested by @alone-in-madness

Request: I think i already respuest something but i have another idea🤐😂 you and shawn hate each other so much (secretely in love but things that happened wont let you love each other) but your families are so close, you go in a trip together and because of some mistake you have to share rooms. in the middle of a fight, somehow you end having crazy passionate craving hungerly type of sex and you confess feelings ❤❤❤ LOVE U

A/N: I still don’t think I’m any good at smut, but let me know what you think :)

WARNING: SMUT


It was the weekend I dreaded every summer. I felt like some dumb, stereotypically angsty teenager, but I genuinely didn’t want to go on this family trip. While Muskoka was beautiful, it was also boring. All my friends were still in Toronto for the long weekend, while I was being forced to spend my time at a rented cottage with my family and the family of my parents’ friends.

The son of my parents’ friends was my age, which means you’d think after all this time being forced to hang out together we’d become friends, but in fact the opposite was true. Shawn was the scum of the earth, and the reason I dreaded going so much for what had become an annual tradition. It didn’t matter how good looking he was or how nice he was to his younger sister or the passion he put into his music, he was still an asshole. I felt my stomach drop when I saw him come outside with the rest of his family once we’d arrived at the cottage. 

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The Rise and Fall

Prinxiety ship, tickles of course. I just had a lil ~inspiration~ and really needed to write! Thought I’d submit it in. Hope you like it! ~Bun

Prompt; A pun from Morality dooms a friend.

“Dapper?”
“Gentleman!”
“Cane.”
“Candycane!”
“Sugar.”
“Sweetness!”
“You?”
Morality squeaked as Logic ended their round of Word games, hiding his blushing faced. Logic pushed up his glasses, hiding a smirk. They were sat on the floor facing one another and had been going back and forth like so for a while, Prince quietly observing while he pet a dozing Anxiety.

“I win.”
“That’s not fair, you took me by surprise with that!”
“Isn’t that the point of they game?”
“No! Well, yes, but not how you did that!!”
“How about we start again and you can demonstrate how I’m supposed to win. If you can. I’ll even let you start.”
“I can’t think of a word now, you’ve fogged up my brain!”

Prince chuckled at the two, finding their jokey bickering quite sweet and amusing. Logic glanced up, acknowledging him.
“How about you give us a word to start with, Roman?”

He stretched, disturbing the dark figure on his lap, who grunted half heartedly. Prince ponderes for a second, then smiled.
“You already said the perfect word! Roman.”
“Of course you’d go for yourself.”
Roman chuckled lightly. “What? Is it not good enough?”
“I guess I could work with that… Empire.”
“Ah like the Roman empire! I see what you did there, that was almost pun worthy!”
“It was not.”
“Was to!”
“Was not.”
“Was to!”

They carried on, Prince giggling at the two. Anxiety yawned and stretched, unable to carry on his slumber with all the ruckus.

“Are you guys seriously arguing again…? It’s impossible for peace with you two around. What is it even about this time?”
Logic looked up at the sleepy side.

“The Roman Empire.”
“…Why do I feel like you started this?”
Anxiety stared at Prince with accusing eyes, poking him in the ribs. He gave a small yelp, falling away from Anxiety.

“Oh my goodness, we just witnessed the rise and fall of the Roman Empire! Hehehe!” Morality chortled. Anxiety smirked, peering down at his lover with danger in his eyes. Prince raised his hands up, eyes widening in panic as he realised he just revealed a huge weakness that Anxiety seemed to want to use against him.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to start it! They asked for a word, all I did was give them one!”

Anxiety raised a single finger, waving it above Prince.
“And you just had to be witty about it. You could have said any word, but no, it has to be you. I’m sure they’d still be playing their game quietly if you didn’t say your own name.”
“No! Right, guys? Heheh, you’d have gotten bored by now!”

Logic fiddled with his tie, in thought.
“Hmmm. No. I very much like Word games, and it’s easy to entertain Morality. We probably could have gone on much longer.”
Morality nodded enthusiastically in agreement. Anxiety suddenly poked Prince, making him squeak and pay attention.

“See? And this is what happens when you wake a sleeping dragon, Princey. You fall.”

With that he dug in. Prince let out an ear ringing squeal as Anxiety skittered his fingertips up his sides. He shot his hands down to protect him, but the darker trait was surprisingly fast. Every time Prince thought he had managed to protect a spot, Anxiety’s hand was somewhere else in an instant. If he tried to protect his tummy Anxiety attacked his side, if he protected his sides he skittered up to his ribs, and so on. He waved a hand at the other too desperately.

“HEEHEEHEEHEEEEELP!!”
“Well, if you’re such a strong, skilled prince, you should have the ability to protect yourself, or pry Anxiety off of you, correct? You shouldn’t need Our help, Morality and I don’t know the first thing about combat.”

Prince shook his head laughing wildly as Anxiety found a sweet spot below his ribs and exploited it without hesitation.
“PLEEHEHEHEAAASE!!”
“Aaaawwww, You’re laugh is so cute! And he’s blushing, aw look Logan, he’s blushing!”

Prince tried to turn his head, wanting to hide his face. The knowledge of his blush was only making it worse, especially as Morality had a slight teasing tone in his voice. His head was pushed back towards the others, however, as Anxiety started a cruel onslaught of tickly nibbles and kisses along Prince’s neck. Anxiety would huff every now and again, as if it was wasting his breath, but really it was to send a tickly blow at Prince’s sensitive ears. To make matters worse, Prince’s body still buzzed with the ghost of Anxiety’s intense tickle attack there, but at least Prince could regain breath through his giggling.

“Ahahahanx! Pleheheaaase, I’m sorrryyyyy!”
“Mmmnnoo. I don’t think you really are.” Anxiety mumbled through Prince’s skin, sending ticklish wave across his neck.
“I ahahaham! I swear! Pleheheheease, it tickles sohoho bahahad!”
“mmmmnmnmnmnmnmmmnnoo, can’t be that bad. You’re only giggling.”

He tilted his head back in defeat and surrendered himself to the stream of giggles that plagued him. Anxiety hid his smirk behind more kisses, being sure to completely cover all the skin he can reach. As Prince’s giggles faded it turndd to content humming, enjoying the closeness of Anxiety, and the warmth of his breath against his neck.
“It appears the Prince’s weakness is neck kisses. We better keep Anxiety on hand if Prince is ever to turn to villainy.”

Prince realised how the other two didn’t restart their game, and the fact he was the centre of attention during Anxiety’s tickle torture made the crimson on his cheeks more noticeable.
“AWWWWW, he’s as red as a rose!! Who knew Princey could be so cute??”
“You should probably go turn the heating down, Patty. According to Prince’s face, it’s far too hot in here.”
“Shut up, smartypants!“
“I find that incredibly rude, Anxiety control your boyfriend.”

Anxiety muttered “K” into Prince’s neck, and took a deep breath.

“nonONONOWAIT-”

“PPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT”

Prince shrieked, latching onto Anxiety’s shoulder and pushing him away, laughing hysterically. Anxiety just watched him, yawning as if tickling his lover had tired Him out instead of Prince. He gently pushed Prince’s arms away, and they fell, weakened from the brutal attack. Anxiety laid down ontop on Prince, his head against his chest, listening to his fluttering heartbeat.
“If you move too much I will tickle your sides. I’m in perfect range to do it.”

Prince lent his head back so his slowly fading giggling wouldn’t disturb his tormentor, and put a hand against their back. And soon, the same hand was rubbing soothingly as Anxiety once again napped the afternoon away with Prince while the other two traits carried on with their Word games, the peace restored.

Bat-Aunt: Part 6

Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life changes when a little sister is thrown into the mix

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


    You find yourself grinning at your phone screen when it pings. Bruce raises an eyebrow at you, and you ignore him. Instead, you answer the text before setting it face down on the table. Not even a minute later, your brother asks, “Who was that?”

    You smirk, “Nunya.”

    His scowl intensifies, “You’ve been texting someone non-stop for three months. Who is it?”

    You smile, “It’s work.”

    “You never smile about work.”

    “Bruce, get a clue, I’m not telling you who it is.”

    “I’ll hack your phone.”

    You give your sweetest smile, “You’ve already tried and failed, Bruce Wayne. What’s even worse is you had Dick try and fail. Mind your own business you nosy bastard.”

    “Language, Miss Wayne, and Master Bruce, hacking is only for Gotham’s scum, not your sister.”

    Bruce scows at you, and you stick your tongue out at him. One look from Alfred stops it, and you both return to the task at hand. “Back to the Gala?”

    You sigh and nod, “I don’t even get why we’re doing this thing.”

    Bruce sighs, “It brings in a lot of money for the Wayne Foundation, and it’s tradition.”

    “After two hundred years, don’t you think it’s time for a new tradition?”

    “It’s called a tradition for a reason.”

    You lean back in your seat and scowl, “Alfred doesn’t force you to try on three dozen dresses by designers begging you to wear their stuff. All you have to do is pick a suit and you’re done.”

    Bruce’s grin is one of confidence, “I think I’m going with a blue one this time.”

    You throw an apple at his head, before pushing back from the table. “Whatever. Just let me know the day and time, and I’ll be there.” You walk over to him, and drop a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t forget I have a business trip this weekend.”

    Bruce rolls his eyes, “I’ll hand deliver your invitation.”

    You check to make sure Alfred and Richard aren’t around before flipping him off, and walking away. The office was calling.

    You walk into the WE building with all the confidence your position affords you. Everyone smiles at you, and you say hello at least two dozen times on the way to your office. Hilda was already waiting on you. The smile on her face was forced, her company smile she liked to call it. Stopping just short of the door you ask, “I’m not going to like who’s on the other side of that door, am I?”

    “Only if you like perfectly respectable surgeons.”

    You have to stop your eye from twitching. “You have extra strength Tylenol in your desk, right?”

    “Ready to go.”

    With a deep breath you push the door open, and walk in. Thomas Elliott was one of Bruce’s best friends, and in your opinion, total scum. You got an uneasy feeling from the man.

    He was the same age as Bruce, eight years older than you, and seemed intent on winning you. He was a pain in your butt, and a constant annoyance at any and every gala. “Hello, Thomas.”

    His smile would have been considered friendly, even charming by most. But you had worked in a restaurant long enough to know a slimeball on site. Thomas was the kind of person who racked up a hundred dollar tab and only left a five dollar tip.

    He approached you with large steps, before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. You awkwardly patted his back a few times, before he pulled back, but not before he tried to brush a kiss against your lips. You turned your head so that he got your cheek. The smile never left his face, but you could see the anger hidden behind his eyes.

    Walking around him, you sit behind your desk, putting some distance between you. “How can I help you, Thomas?”

    “I received your invitation to the Wayne Christmas Gala.”

    You cross your legs, and watch as his eyes follow the movement. You instantly regret the action, and do your best to draw his attention to your face. “It’s not my invitation, it’s my brother’s. Those charity galas and the Wayne Foundation are his baby. The corporate boardroom is mine.”

    Your eyes narrow as he sits on the edge of your desk, and crosses his arms against his chest, “Well no one can deny that you’ve done a marvelous job with the company. The price of stock has risen, along with the company’s annual profit. The company’s growth hasn’t been this good since your parents’ death.”

    “What can I say? I’m good at what I do.”

    “The best, I’d wager.” There’s a moment of silence before he says, “Still, I imagine it’s lonely. The papers are starting to talk.”

    You shrug, “Let them. What do I care?”

    “You haven’t dated since taking over the company.”

    You smile flattens into a straight line, “That the papers know of. I keep my private life, just that, Thomas… private.”

    You watch as he raises an eyebrow, “So you already have a date for your brother’s gala?” You hesitate, and his smirk slips into a wide grin, “If not, I’d be happy to escort you. Maybe even take you to dinner tonight?”

    You stand up, “No thank you, Thomas.” You watch with satisfaction as the smile drops from his face, “And I’m afraid I have a meeting I have to prepare for.”

    Your day is filled with meetings, but unlike most days, you stop at five. You’ve changed into jeans, tennis shoes, a sweatshirt, and a ball cap by 5:05. You’re out of the building by 5:15, and by 6 you’re on the plane. You only start to relax when the plane takes off. You use the time on the flight to catch up on work emails, and when you land, you turn off your work phone.

    You walk quickly to your gate, through the hallways of the Central City airport, and you find yourself running at the sight of him. He’s standing there with a cheesy handmade sign, and a cup of coffee. He sweeps you up into a hug and you allow yourself to relax in his arms. With a smile you kiss Barry Allen firmly on the lips.

    You walk to the baggage claim with Barry’s arms around your shoulder, and yours around his waist. “So how’s my favorite corporate tycoon?”

    You lean into him, “Exhausted. The day started off in hell, and gradually I climbed out.”

    “What happened?”

    “My brother’s camp friend stopped by.”

    “And he stinks?”

    You quirk a smile at the bad joke, “Thomas Elliott is a successful brain surgeon and he knows it. Now however, he’s looking for a socialite girlfriend to turn into a wife, and the Wayne Family Fortune is calling his name.”

    Out of the corner of your eye you watch him smirk, “How badly did you tear into him?”

    You smile, “Not too bad.”

    He let’s out a laugh, “So like a bull dog at feeding time?”

    You shrug, “He’s known me since I was in diapers. He should know better.” He kisses your forehead and the two of you drive to his apartment.

    Later that night, dressed in one of Barry’s t-shirts you stare out at the Central City skyline. Your “business” trips to Central City were becoming more and more frequent. You had no doubt that you only had a little bit of time left before Bruce figured it out. Or at the very least, Alfred.

    The thought scared you. You’d had very little that you could call yours since your brother had returned. You’d given up a lot for the family quest of saving Gotham. The fact was, that you couldn’t escape that quest in any way. Barry was a superhero. A good one. The entire city adored him, and rightfully so.

    The man was kind, caring, and smart. He made you smile without any effort. You hadn’t been this head over heels crazy about someone in your life. That scared you too, because you weren’t dependent on people. You had arranged your life to where you could survive if someone walked out. Bruce had already left once, and some part of you was sure he’d leave again. Richard was a bit of a wild card. And then there was Alfred.

    Alfred had always been a constant in your life. He had been there for every parent conference, bake sale, and father-daughter dance. He was the only person you’d ever allowed yourself to lean on. And now you found yourself slowly starting to feel that way about Barry. The feelings themself didn’t scare you, but the quickness did.

    You’re dragged out of your thoughts by arms wrapping around you, and lips pressing to the side of your throat. “Does that big, beautiful brain of yours ever take a break?”

    You smile, “Only when you make it.”

    You squeal as he swings you into his arms, and kisses you, when he pulls back he says, “Time for a brain break.” You laugh.

This City Never Sleeps (When You’re Bleeding Out)

Word Count: 3195

Pairing: Eventual Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lots of blood and DIY surgery. Cursing.

Summary: Sequel to This City Never Sleeps. Peter is injured after a night of friendly, neighborhood vigilantism.

Tags: @seargantbcky@darlin-you-bitch@emily-ily2@rosep16@comics-and-stuff@t4rt-deco@octopishisahybridanimal@slythergirlimagines
I really hope I got everyone tagged who asked and I’m really sorry if I missed you.



A warm breeze drifted through your open glass door to your desk where you were working on your Geometry homework for the next day. The sun had set not half an hour ago, and the occasional sound of a passing car or plane was the only thing to disrupt your concentration. Tony was out of town, as usual, so you had the house to yourself without any loud rock music filtering through the walls.

Tap-tap… tap-tap-tap… tap-tap…tap…tap.

Your fingers hit your calculator rhythmically. You heard a woman laugh outside.

Then it was silent again.

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Believe in me

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: BTS scenario challenge? this is where I determine the title, fluff or angst and the member. BUT YOU determine what happens in the story based off of how you interpret the title. sound good? READY? here’s the criteria. TITLE: Believe in me, Angst to fluff, MEMBER: Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by sugutie

With trembling hands you held your phone, walking up the same steps you had many times before. When you walked up these stairs before it was different. Before you felt this rush of excitement in your chest, you could barely wipe the smile off of your face, and you were only thinking about one thing. Jungkook, himself. The boyfriend you had loved so dearly had invited you over for something a little less than exciting. As you walked up the stairs this time you felt scared and worried about what was going to happen. You wanted to trust him in his choices but for once you wanted to be greedy and tell him he was wrong. You wanted him to push aside everything else and just hang around for one more day. One more day to tell him how much you loved him, one more day to wake up to those good morning texts, one more day to tell people he was all yours. 

But you weren’t that person. You weren’t going to tell him how hard it was going to be without him and you weren’t going to cry in front of him. You weren’t going to tell him to quit his dream or even think about begging him to change his mind. You told yourself it took a lot to do that for a person. If you were willing to do anything they ask, including break up, so they could achieve their dream then you were really in deep. 

A steady finger lingers its way to the doorbell and presses it down carefully. After a few seconds of hearing something shuffling from inside your face is met with a familiar one. 

“Hey…” Jungkook let’s out with a saddened tone.

“Hey.”

You gave a smile despite the situation and it seemed to have caught him off guard. He took your hand to bring you into the house, taking you to his room. As he shut the door behind you, you sat down on the desk chair next to you. 

“Y/N-…Damn this sucks…”

You look up at him promptly. “It’s okay, kookie. I already know the gist.”

He sits down on his bed, looking down at his lap. You can tell this was bothering him, bad. 

“The company just thinks it would be best if I debuted without a girlfriend. The whole devotion to the fans sort of thing. But I promise, right now, that when we make it big i’m going to find you and make this work again.”

“Do you want to promise that though? Who knows how long that could take. Wouldn’t it just be easier on you to just let go? This whole thing means the world to you and you know that i’m not going to be the one to get in the way.”

Jungkook sighs. “I know, I know. I just need you to believe in me. It’ll take time but I’ll find you again. We agreed on no contact until then and I’m not going to ask you to wait for me if you find someone else but I’m telling you that for me I don’t think there is going to be anyone else.”

“Jungkook you don’t know that.”

He looked away from as if he was not going to fight with you about it. His foot was tapping on the hard wood flooring.

“I just wish I could do this without leaving you behind..” He mumbled. 

You opened your mouth to argue the benefits of it but he surprised you with the tears welling up in his eyes. You were suddenly frozen since you’d never seen him cry in front of you before. The overwhelming urge to cry was back but you tried not to make it worse than it already was. You stood up from the chair, sitting next to him. You reached over and hugged him close to you. Your hands gently stroking the back of his neck. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, not knowing what else to say as comfort. 

He sits back to look at your face, with your arms still around him. 

“Yeah. Me too…” 

You lean up to give him a kiss but he stops you.

“As much as I want you to, please don’t. It’ll only make it worse.”

You give him a nod and stand up from the bed.

“So this is it, huh?”

Jungkook manages a nod back. “For now.”

You smile at him one more time. “Yeah, For now.”

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3 years later

It seemed almost like yesterday when you thought about that day. You could still remember the look on his face and the heavy mood of the room itself. Sometimes you wondered what it could have been like if you didn’t just walk away but you have to tell yourself you did the right thing. The group he ended up debuting in seemed more than successful for about a year now but you still hadn’t heard a word from him. It was strange to you on why you even started to think about this. 

Maybe it was the hot weather that reminded you of the summers you spent together or maybe walking in the city reminded you of how you ran into him for the first time. You had just come to Korea and had no idea how to get to the apartment you had previously purchased. You stopped the person who seemed the nicest and even though you Korean wasn’t the best back then he walked you all the ways there. He always was the sweetest person you knew even when he pulled those dumb pranks or got competitive over the little stuff. To be honest, you loved those things about him. He’d pretend to act bratty or get on your nerves but when it came down to it he was caring. A bit strange sometimes but definitely caring. 

“Excuse me, I’m a little bit lost. Do you think you can help me?” Someone asked in English from beside you.

You glance up from your phone. “Huh? Oh sure. Where do you need to go?”

The brown haired man explained in detailed a near by cafe that you had remember going to before. You tried to explain to him that it was just down the road but he insisted that you showed him. As you politely agree you can’t help but think he must be really afraid of becoming lost. If he was foreign then you could definitely relate to the feeling of not wanting to get lost in a different country.

As you two approached the cafe he stops in front of it.

“Is it okay if I buy you a cup of coffee as a thank you?” He asks.

You look at your phone to check the time.

“Uh sure. I still have another hour to spare.”

The man smiles. “Good.”

He guides you into the cafe and walks you over to a table. You assume it’s because he wants you to sit down while he gets the coffee but when you see Jungkook sitting at the table in front of you, you cover your mouth in shock. He must have asked the guy to do it as a favor.

Jungkook gives you a smile this time, bunny teeth and all.

“Hey Y/N. Have you been okay?”

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Close as Strangers: Chapter 10

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff

Happy Valentines day, lovelies. Thank you if you’re still reading this. Sorry about mistakes, i’m sleepy and just got off work.

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The fact that it was March, almost April, was crazy. You were getting into some different colleges and so was Jungkook. It was weird that sooner or later you’d be departing from each other. You’d been thinking about it so much recently. You knew you two would have the summer and everything. It was just that you had been waiting so long for Jungkook to be yours and then all too soon you would be split up. It was like you couldn’t win.

You were trying not to think about it and obviously it wasn’t working.

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Anonymous said:
Just read them, OMFG! I’m with the other anon! More villain cruelly loving the hero please!!!! Your prompts are GOLD!! (You don’t have to do this right away or at all, I know how it can get boring or tiring to do the same ones back to back) Love You! 

 Anonymous said:
So about this whole villain is trying to tell the hero that they’re being used as a weapon and whatnot, could we have some prompts where the hero finally realizes this and breaks down. (Some villain and hero comfort)

 Anonymous said to the-modern-typewriter:
Hello, do you think I could get a prompt or two about the hero killing someone for the first time (be it on accident or purpose) and the villain is there to (comfort or stop them.)


1) “Oh, baby.” The villain guided them to their knees with a firm press of their hands, tucking the hero’s head against their lap. Petting their fingers through the hero’s hair as they shuddered and sobbed. “I’m sorry. I know you never wanted to hurt anyone, never wanted any of this. You thought they cared about you, huh?”
“Please – stop –“
“It’s alright to be angry. I would be furious, to be used like that. But you don’t have to be what they made you.”


2) “Give me your hands.” It was soft at first, and then demanding, impossible to disobey. Right then, it was blissful to give their hands over and let the villain tug them towards a sink. Even scrubbing the blood out seemed a righteous pain, a deserving punishment for what they’d done. They couldn’t stop shaking. The movies made it look so easy. Why couldn’t they stop shaking?
“I – I didn’t mean-“ but they had meant to. It just hadn’t sunk in what killing someone actually meant. “There’s so much blood.”
“It was self-defense. You were only protecting yourself and you were magnificent.”
The reverence in the villain’s tone gave them pause.


3)  “Shh, shh.” The villain wiped the tears from the hero’s face and pressed a kiss from their forehead. “Don’t struggle, you’ll only make it worse for yourself.”


4) They hadn’t wanted this. Of course, they’d wanted the hero to stop fighting them. Wanted them broken, despondent, but…the person staring blankly at walls, terrified of their own power, wasn’t what they wanted.
“Darling, you’re beautiful. You don’t need to be scared with me I promise you that. Look – try and attack me and I promise I can stop you. You’re safe with me. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, I’m just like you.”


5) “You killed someone. Do you really think they’re ever going to want you back?”
The hero looked up at the villain, desperate, shattered.
“I’ll always want you, even if they don’t,” the villain said. “I understand what it’s like. It was an accident, wasn’t it?”


6)  “You killed them.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to let you do it. You’d pick yourself apart with guilt after and then where would we be?.”


7) “You’re a weapon,” the villain said. “But you may as well be your own. If you’re going to destroy yourself, baby, do it for yourself and not for other people.”

I’m Here Now (Tony X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Tony X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of PTSD and meltdown

ANGST FLUFF

Request: Can you do one where Tony always has to be touching the reader (even in a innocent way) and one day she goes out without telling him, and he ands a meltdown until she calms him down.


Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

It was no secret that Tony had PTSD. It was no surprise. There was no proper way to deal with it, no medication or anything, but there are ways to cope with it until it becomes so mild you practically don’t notice it. For example, a service animal, or a support animal. However, Tony didn’t really like animals, and found no comfort in them, and he didn’t allow them in his tower, and he knew the media would distract the poor animal and belittle him for it.

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anonymous asked:

27 for andrew for the writing thing pleaseeeeeeee

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more! 

inspired by @kickfoxing and this ask i received ages ago

“Neil,” Andrew says. Neil is comfortable in bed, where King has deigned to press against his side, so he acknowledges this only with a grunt. “Your cat is getting fat.”

“Hey,” Neil protests sleepily. “Don’t be mean to King. He’s perfect just the way he is.” Neil reaches out to scratch behind King’s ears, who lets out a soft mrrp noise.

“Not that one,” Andrew says, and Neil notices he’s locked in a staring contest with Sir.

“Well, he’s perfect, too. They’re the most beautiful kitties in the world,” Neil says in a soft tone.

Andrew makes an unimpressed sound.

“You try and stop them eating if you’re that concerned,” Neil says, then tries to curl in closer to King, who responds by jumping off the bed like he knows he’s been betrayed.

Andrew doesn’t respond. He’d never admit he actually cared about the cats enough to put them on a diet. Either that, or he has a moral objection to diets.

But Neil has to admit Andrew has a point. Sir keeps growing, even though Neil takes more care when pouring out their food.

“Is he not getting enough exercise?” Neil asks, somewhat directed at Andrew. “Do people take cats on walks? Should we walk them?”

Andrew catches Neil’s eye. “I’m not walking the cats.”

“Do people do leashes for cats? I could take them on runs with me.”

King meows, climbing onto the counter.

“No, you’re right, they wouldn’t run,” Neil says, looking somewhat upset at this revelation. Andrew doesn’t comment on the fact that Neil seems to have construed a cat meowing for a comment from him. 

Neil finally has to admit that something’s weird a few weeks later, because while Sir has a definite beer belly, King is as lean as ever. “Is there some kind of allergy cats can have that makes them fat?” Neil asks the vet, rather bluntly, by Andrew’s estimation.

The vet blinks. “I’ll, uh, look at- Sir Fat Cat McCatterson?” He seems rather thrown off by the name, for some reason, but Neil just nods solemnly. Andrew doesn’t blame the vet. He doesn’t acknowledge their names if he can help it.

The vet says, after a short time has passed, “Well, good news. There’s nothing wrong with her!”

Her? “Sir’s a boy,” Neil tries to protest.

“Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to say you’re wrong there. King is, in fact, about to be a mother.”

Neil blinks a couple of times. “Oh. Well, I was thinking it’d be much worse than that, at least,” he says, sounding thoroughly confused.

Andrew looks at Neil, attempting to bore a whole into his brain. It’s the only way he thinks he could ever figure out what’s going on up there. “You never checked?”

Neil shrugs. “Nicky just suggested the names and we went from there.”

“A name doesn’t define the sex,” Andrew says.

Sir meows. 

“I’m sorry we put you on a diet, baby,” Neil coos, immediately going to take her from the vet. “Blame Andrew. He’s the mean dad.”