#Anyway I just had a very specific joke/pun in my head in the shower then it turned into a whole *thing* like it usually does.

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Don’t Feed The Flames - Bucky Barnes x (f)reader, Natasha x platonic (f) reader

Summary: Bucky has made you angry after a tough mission with the crew, why you ask? Apparently he thinks it’s totally fine to run inside a burning building to help you complete the mission in question. 

Warning: bit of angst, mostly a good time with the team, Bucky fluff shoved in ur welcome

-reader has fire powers btw, I don’t wanna confuse anyone lol

Masterlist

The mission was difficult to say the least, successful in its own right, but tough for everyone involved. All the Avengers were needed for this clusterfuck of a mission, minus Bruce and Thor who are elsewhere in the universe, lucky them.

All the team needed to do was infiltrated one of the last highly armed Hydra bases left in existence, get rid of the artillery and boom, slither right on in. Objective? Snatch valuable intel as to where the other bases are hiding, and surprise surprise, you and Wanda had to take care of some very pissed off experimentees who were unfortunately brainwashed beyond the point of helping them recover.

Ending the night in everyone quickly evacuating the premise with the essentials while you stayed back to blow up the base to nothing more then bricks and ash. Although during this, Bucky stayed back to shoot some freelancers who tried to take you the fuck out, with what would you know it; flame throwers.

Apparently Hydra is greatly lacking in weapons and functioning brain cells, among other things. Granted, you understood Bucky’s concern for your well-being when he ran into the fire. But oh dear lord were you not happy with him one goddamn bit.

Luckily Sam was able to pluck him out before anything fell on your idiot boyfriend while you were producing mass destruction in the giant airplane storage area. In the aftermath, you came out unharmed but covered in smudge marks and burnt off cloves yet again.

Bucky? Well he came away with a pissed off girlfriend and his life to say the least. And let’s just say the long four hour ride back was a tad bit awkward, even if you were too damn exhausted to show your irritation with Bucky. The team sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to be spared of your wrath when the jet landed.

It took approximately ten seconds for your man to shuffle out of your line of sight, using Steve as a shield to hide behind while they walked out. You had been distracted when Natasha asked for something picked up, then suddenly your mind was on Bucky. A moment later you stomped out of the Quinjet in pursuit of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes as he awaited your fury.

“James!” You growl fiercely, “You are the most fucking reckless person I’ve ever fucking met and I’m literally friends with Tony!” You snap while the rest of your teammates go about their business, trying to listen yet smartly staying out of everything.

“I know.” Mutters Bucky like a kicked puppy suffering his mother’s wrath, blue eyes looking at you with regret clearly visible on his handsome face.

“You know! You know!? Then why the fuck would you just run into the flames like that!” You shout while throwing your arms into the air in frustration, “You’re not fire proof Bucky!”

“Y/N...”

“Do you have a goddamn death wish!?” You interrupt, giving him a dumbfounded look as he glances from Steve to the floor then back to you again, trying to find something or someone with enough pity to help him. 

He finds none, “Well....no.” Your brows raise yet again at his short and annoyingly blunt answers to make up for his stupidly daring boldness. 

“Then why-ugh, whatever never mind.” You dismiss with a wave of your hand before quickly turning on your heels to walk for the metal doors into the main part of the facility, while the others keep their distance from your heated state.

“Wait Y/N, come back I’m sorry!” Exclaims Bucky desperately while you continue to ignore your reckless man, “You’re right I shouldn’t have....ugh...come on babe....shit...” Mutters Bucky as he watches you leave him in such a heated state.

“Dude just let her cool off, oh uh well....no pun intended.” Jokes Sam with a shrug as Bucky watches you stomp away in frustration, your body almost sizzling with actual flame.

“I didn’t mean to....well...ugh, shit I guess I kind of did.” Admits Bucky with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as you slam the door shut with a loud thud, “Sometimes I forget fire can’t hurt her. I should have just let her handle the burning building herself instead of going inside when she uh, told me not to.”

Steve walks out of the Quinjet with a bag in hand to greet the two, “Y/N seemed a bit...”

“Pissed off.” Adds Sam with a light chuckle as Bucky frowns at the giant glass window.

“Yeah.” Mutters Steve awkwardly as he side eyes Bucky, “Well ugh, see you guys at dinner, I think Wanda and Vision are getting takeout from somewhere.”

“See ya Steve.”

“Bye.”

Sam and Bucky watch as Steve heads for the metal doors, soon he’s gone and the two are the only Avengers left in the giant parking garage of sorts.

“She’s going to hate me for the rest of the day I know it.” Sadly mutters Bucky, already missing your beautiful face no matter what state your in.

“I wouldn’t say it’s hate.”

“She’s going to be very disappointed in me then.”

“Yeah probably.”

Bucky gives him an offended look, “You’re supposed to say something uplifting or positive.”

“Man don’t look at me for relationship advice. This is Y/N we’re talking about, just give her a couple hours she’ll simmer down.” Inquirers Sam with a friendly pat on the back before he starts walking away for the door, as casually and unbothered as ever.

Bucky keeps silent for a moment while his mind swims with what to do next, suddenly he looks up at his retreating friend, “Hey Sam!” Shouts Bucky just as Sam opens up the door, causing him to stop and give his friend a quizzical look.

“What?!”

“Fuck you!”

Sam immediately snorts, “You brought this upon yourself brother!” And with that he shuts the door leaving Bucky alone and full of regret for putting himself in danger today when you specifically told him you could handle yourself.

Why is caring for someone so hard, wonders Bucky.

——

After taking a greatly needed shower and putting on a fresh new pair of comfortable clothing for the evening, you slipped past your friends rooms and away from where Bucky may be hiding.

Until at last you made it to Natasha’s door without being caught by anyone in the hallway and stopped for a needless conversation. Soon enough you slip into Nat’s room and saunter around for a bit as you wait for her to end her shower.

“Oh shit!” Gasps Natasha as soon as she opens the door and notices you poking around her stuff, “Jesus Y/N how’d you get in here!?”

“I opened the door.”

“I thought I locked it?”

“You did.”

Natasha gives you a puzzled look as you wander over to her nightstand, nonchalantly minding your business while picking up her current novel as she watches you curiously, “So uh, how’s it going?” She asks cautiously, well aware of your irritation with Bucky earlier that day.

Flipping through the pages you answer her honestly, “I’m fine now.”

Natasha nods before turning around to search through her drawers for an outfit, “I figured that much, considering if you were still pissed you’d be throwing fireballs into the cement wall downstairs.” She quips with her usual smirk as you gently close the book and set it back in its rightful place.

“That is.....true.” You agree with a shrug, “I’m just sending a message at this point.”

“Oh really?” Laughs Natasha while slipping on a shirt, “Poor Bucky then.”

“Yeah well he was being an idiot tough guy so....it’s what I’m doing.” You add with a lopsided smug grin, “Serves him right for being reckless with no regard for his physical safety. I love him but at what cost?”

“Someone needs to tell Steve that.” Mutters Natasha as she pulls on some sweatpants.

You chuckle, “What? That someone needs to tell Steve they love him? Not a bad idea.”

“That too.” Points Natasha, “I seriously don’t know how he’s not dead yet.”

Your brows furrow in thought for a moment, “He’s built like a stone sentinel with a will greater then many, he fears nothing.” You deadpan, face stoic and serious.

“Just about.” Laughs Natasha as you begin to cackle right along with her, in the middle of your laughing fit does the door suddenly burst open to reveal...

“Hello ladies.” Chirps Tony with an award winning smile, usual old T-shirt on and hair a bit of a mess though somehow managing to keep his Stark charm.

“I really need to get an automatic lock on that thing.” Mutters Nat to no one in particular.

“What’s up Stark.” You add with an acknowledging tilt of your head, “You here to bother us or tell us something interesting?”

“Everything I say is interesting my dear sparky.” Quips Tony with a brow wiggle.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right, anyways. Foods here.” Chides Tony as he sets a hand on his hip, “Unless you’re both too cool for movie night. More for us then, I’ll have Vision drop off our half eaten tacos.”

“We have tacos?” You ask with an intrigued raise of your brow, just wanting to confirm and make sure he’s not bluffing, you fucking love taco night.

“Yep.”

“How long have they been here?”

“Wanda and Vis just arrived so you’re the first two I found.” Oh, fuck yeah!

Turning your head to a smirking Natasha you smile back before bolting for the door, “Move Stark!” You snap before shoving him to the side and cackling as you and Natasha book it down the hall with Tony trying to keep up in the background. What can you say, Natasha always makes it a competition and its taco night. Sometimes you gotta play dirty.

Soon you and your assassin best friend who you tripped up before reaching the door finally skid into the Avengers giant lounging area. The room is relatively empty with the exception of Wanda and Vision who are seated at the large metal table near the kitchen where all the various paper bags of tacos are seated. And ripe for the taking.

Smelling absolutely delicious all tucked snug in their wrapping and filled with the most divine ingredients, you could just about die of happiness. With a beaming smile upon your face and the surprised expressions from your two friends you belt out loudly, “Tacos FUCK YEAH!” Before racing for the bags and getting tripped by Natasha.

Whipping your head up to watch her snatch a bag you growl half angrily, “You bitch.” While she happily smiles back down at you, taco in hand.

“What are you doing on the floor? Foods here.” She jokes as you quickly walk over to the counter with all the bags.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious now give me that.”

After about ten minutes of eating and shooting the breeze with Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Tony; you’re ears immediately catch the sounds of thundered running down the hallway and other muffled curses from two familiar individuals.

“Fun’s arrived.” Whispers Natasha with a friendly nudge to your arm as it lays on the flat surface of the table while you absentmindedly crumple up a wrapper.

Biting your lip you anticipate the impending commotion, “Fantastic.” And this whole evening could be more enjoyable if your hundred year old boyfriend would have used some common sense.

A second later the door swings open to reveal a panting Sam before Bucky slides in after him, equally as flustered, those two idiots. As they stand there collecting their breaths, Steve casually steps into the room, walking past them and over to the bags of tacos, “Aw sweet, taco night.” He confirms excitedly, hungrily eyeing up a particular bag.

Rolling your eyes, you slouch carelessly into your expensive swivel chair before turning to Wanda who’s seated across from you, “Hey, Red Riding Hood, you’re up.” She turns her attention away from Vision and nods before giving you a sly smirk and using her power to send a balled up piece of taco wrapping straight for your head.

In one calculably swift motion do you incinerate the paper material before its able to reach your face, “Y/N you’re going to set the fire detectors off.” Laughs Tony as he crumbles up a new ball.

“Eh, we could afford a renovation.”

Tony fake scoffs, “Rude.”

“Well Y/N, I thought you did great.” Applauds Wanda with a chuckle as the three other men walk around to the far end where no one is seated, “Alright Tony you next.”

You refrain from making any eye contact with Bucky who steals a few longing glances at your smiling face, instead he follows Sam and Steve to the opposite end and watches as you quickly turn another balled up paper to ash. The sounds of your laughter and the rest of the tables almost enough to drive him insane.

Yet he refrains, Bucky knows he’s essentially in time out, reason for almost getting himself killed today; and you’re not breaking anytime soon, or so he thinks.

Ignoring the three boys hungrily attacking their poor tacos away from the main groups theatrics, Vision suddenly gains your attention, “Well I suppose I should participate with this game or fear feeling left out....uh, what is the objective? Or perhaps the name?”

“They throw wrappers at me and I set them on fire before it hits myself or the ground.” You reply while crumbling up another piece, leaving Vision to process the possible deeper meaning to your brief explanation, though there really isn’t one. It’s just for fun.

“By the way I’ve been able to get her exactly once.” Brags Tony with a shit eating grin, causing you to scoff at that memory. 

“Oh fuck all the way off you flicked water into my face and then threw the paper.”

“And it was very much worth it.” He confirms as you roll your eyes at his cheating from last taco night.

The rest of your friends fill the room with snickers and some louder laughter coming from Sam down at the far end, with a raised brow you snap your head in that direction and stand, “Something funny bird boy?” You quip in a half threatening manner.

Sam’s smirk immediately drops from his face as his expression appears nonchalant, “What nooo. That was Steve.” He mutters before taking another bite out of his taco.

“Y/N that was definitely not me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe it was Bucky.” Jokes Sam as you shift your fiery attention over to a fearful Bucky who quickly shakes his head before smacking Sam on the arm.

“No.” You confirm with a knowing smirk, “He doesn’t have a death wish.”

“Well neither do I please have mercy.” Pleads Sam with hands raised in defeat, “I would like to finish my taco.”

You stare down at them for a brief tension filled moment before casually shrugging, “Yeah alright.” Before sitting back down again.

——

Opening up the trash can you quickly shove down three giant paper bags from dinner with a bit of effort considering how full it is. Natasha and Vision are cleaning up in various areas nearby while Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit in the lounging area discussing if it was necessary that Dobby was killed off in the Deathly Hallows. You know, normal things you discuss with your superpowered friends.

Well Bucky is mostly just listening and stealing glances over to you every couple of minutes, really wishing you would just walk over to him and let him show you how sorry he was with the biggest hug he could possibly muster. Probably never letting you go again, though you wouldn’t mind.

Ignoring your own longing to be cuddled up next to Bucky, you instead fight with the damn trash can to fucking shut its dumb lid already. With one hand forcefully shoving down bags, paper plates, and banana peels you start to think if volunteering for clean up was even worth it.

A blue flame suddenly erupts from your palm and makes a big black hole through the paper bags and plates, your eyes go wide in surprise as you immediately retract your hand from the trash and shut the lid just as quickly.

Taking a single step back you let out a breath before turning your head to find Bucky watching your whole ordeal go down with a drink in hand, guess he must have gotten up to get some juice and stayed for your one on one brawl with the trash can. Rolling your eyes, you wave it off, “Completely under control.” You mutter as he slowly nods.

Well this is awkward.

Shifting your gaze from Bucky to your friends and back to Bucky again, he finally speaks, “Is that why the lid has smoke coming from under it?”

“What?” You wonder in puzzlement before looking back down at the trash can to find smoke indeed rising, “Oh fuck!” Ripping the lid off you’re kindly greeted with a burst of flame and smoke. Well, shit.

“Uh, Y/N?” Asks Bucky with an uncertain chuckle, “You’re positive everything is under control?” Quips your smartass boyfriend.

With more flames rising to an almost alarming level, though not quit yet, you glance at your oblivious friends before racing for the sink, “Yes! Everything is fucking fine!” Wanda skips to the side as you snatch a cup of something from the counter by the sink.

Running back you skid in your tracks and dump the clear liquid onto the flames which causes them to rise even higher and gain the attentions of everyone sitting down and relaxing, “Why is my trash can on fire?” Asks Tony as casually as ever.

“I don’t know maybe it looks better this way?!” You sass before giving the glass a double take, “The hell? What the fuck was in this!” You shout, holding up the glass while fire burns in the trash from behind you.

“Oh that had some Quinjet fuel in it, why do you ask?” Replies Tony, he’s gotta be fucking with you.

Squinting at him in bewilderment, you shake the empty glass in frustration, “Why the fuck would there be a random glass of fuel sitting in a clear unlabeled glass on the fucking sink of all places!”

“What did you think it was?”

“Oh I don’t know!? Water?!” You snap causing the fire to roar even higher at your outburst.

Looking almost like a demon princess standing there with flames rising from behind you, your fists ball up with blue flame, something that you don’t even realize is happening as you give Tony a (what the fuck are you actually stupid) face.

Sensing your obvious irritation and rising anger, Bucky comes to the rescue with a whole bowl full of actual water and promptly dumbs it onto the flames which causes the unless materials to sizzle and whine. Soon the oranges and reds are gone, leaving the contents turned to ash and nothing more then wet soot.

Distinguishing your own flames, you hang your head low, revealing a tired heavy sigh as you mumble, “Shit.” Suddenly you feel admittedly quit drained and annoyed from the events of the day, even if they weren’t all bad.

Your friends keep silent for a moment before Steve quickly stands, “Movie night anyone?” Gaining the attention of everyone in an instant; you bless the blonde for his intuitive ways of helping you out in the smallest of moments. He truly is a great friend.

“Yeah I could watch something.” Adds Sam with a shrug, “I’m thinking Deathly Hallows Part 2.”

“Yeah it’s pretty good I’ll join.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah I’m in.”

Everyone get up and begins walking for the door as you stay standing in your spot near the wet and ash covered metal trash can, everyone exiting for the home theater except for Bucky who’s back is to you while he tells Sam you’ll be there in a minute.

Folding your arms, you suddenly feel like it’s the first time you and Bucky have ever talked one on one with each other, you’re typically a pretty damn confident and fiery person to begin with, it’s just. Being mad at your favorite human in the whole entire world and then embarrassing yourself with accidentally setting the trash can on fire can take its toll.

Also not to mention the mission many hours ago was admittedly hectic and stress inducing and then, Bucky....perhaps a moment to calm down would have been smart if taken earlier. God your life moves to damn fast.

“You are so intense sometimes.”

Breaking out of your self reflective trance, your eyes quickly dart up to see Bucky who’s giving you a soft smile, “If you wanted my attention you could have just asked.”

“Very funny.” You scoff, “I was actually too busy being mad at you.”

“Ah, right.” Nods Bucky as he mirrors your defensive positioning, deciding to cross his arms and make a pouty face like yourself, “So I guess we’ll just stay here and brood then?”

“I’m trying to make a point.” You mutter, you’re not gonna crack, you’re not gonna do it.

“I’m trying to get my girlfriend to watch a movie with me.” Admits Bucky with an affectionate head tilt as you frown, “I know they’re not going to wait for us so....uh....okay let me start over.....I’m sorry for being reckless and almost dying. And I mean it too, with all of my heart. I love you Y/N.”

Although you’d like to throw his dumb reckless ass some sass and strut away leaving him guessing and begging for more, you just can’t find it in you at this point. He looks at you with those big beautiful blue eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you, how could you possibly resist them?

You know with every ounce of your soul that he means every single word, and you also know that he’s missed you since the second you yelled at him and slammed the facility door, leaving him alone and regretting his past decisions that could have potentially ended him then and there.

“Sometimes James, sometimes.” You mutter, shaking your head in disapproval before a small smirk pulls at your lips and in that moment he knows you’re his, “Come here.”

Heeding to your wonderful command that he’s been waiting to hear all day, he swiftly makes the short distance to gather your smaller body into a giant Bucky bear hug, his strong arms wrap protectively around your back as his head falls into the side of your neck as he quickly steals a small kiss.

You pull him in even tighter and fully enjoy the sensation of himself flush against you, metal arm squeezing your rip cage and long dark hair that falls into your eyes; god you love him so much.

Giving you one last little squeeze of affection, Bucky slowly pulls away and presses his head against yours, “I gotta be honest, I have no idea what this movie is about.” Reveals Bucky as he continues to holds you close.

Chuckling you press a kiss to his lips, “I’ll tell you what’s happening. Let’s go before we miss anything else.”

Nodding, he tilts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips one last time before letting you go, so that the two of you can begin walking for the door. Opening up the metal and glass door for you like the gentleman that he is, Bucky quickly jogs over to your side.

“So Sam told me these guys are wizards or something? Like they can teleport and fly I think?” States Bucky in question while walking in step with you.

Looking over at him you smile at how cute he’s being right now, giving him an agreeable nod, “Yeah they can do cool stuff like change form and set things on fire.”

Bucky suddenly starts laughing much to your confusion, “Y/N does that make you a wizard?”

Shoving him to the side you snort as he keeps laughing, “Shut up.” You mutter humorously as he stumbles from your friendly push.

Making quick steps to catch up with you, Bucky pulls you into his side, “Forgive me I didn’t mean it...” Snickers your adorable idiot, “I bet you’d be the best wizard, pointy hat and all.”

Shaking your head you can’t help the smirk that tugs against your better wishes, “I’m gonna set you on fire.” You jokingly threaten him with as he affectionately squeezes your side, causing you to be pressed even closer against him.

“Wizard.” Muses Bucky as he plants a kiss to your cheek as you try and push him away.

“Bucky, shut the fuck up.”

“But, I love you.”

[marvelgbt-posts]

Forever

{Peter Parker x Male Reader}

Warnings: none… angst…? slight self hate ig but idk you’ll see…

Summary: a peter parker x male reader where peter gets insecure about mj and readers friendship since he sees how good they look together and knew MJ had a slight crush on reader. Reader fixes the problem by cuddling him, giving him slight kisses on his neck and just some fluffy shit. also cute bby boy peter being all flushed and cute

I really hate giving MJ this role, but ok :/ and also, what do you us think about MJ and Peter in FFH? Personally, i dont like it. I’ll make it it’s own post, it’s mostly a personal preference though.

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“OMG, [M/N]. You’re too funny,” MJ said, a slightly happier tone to her voice than usual. You smiled, taking the small smack to your arm with a soft laugh as well. Peter watched across the lunch table while Ned was too occupied with the game on his phone. He pouted; you seemed to be having way more fun with MJ than with him. Lunch was almost over- oh no, wait, that was the bell…

You stood up from your seat as Peter gathered his stuff. He waited for you to walk him to his next class, as you usually did so. MJ also stood up, looking at Peter, “Hey, loser,” Peter had found himself being called ‘loser’ a lot by MJ- probably more than he found himself being called that by Flash- but he knew she was joking, “Aren’t you and I together for History?” Peter nodded, “Oh yeah, I forgot,” he usually had Math right after Lunch, but today was Thursday. Thursday schedule was always weird for him. You began dragging yourself behind and in between them. Ned had already disappeared; his next class was all the way across the hall from where their classes were, so he had to hurry. You spoke up, “I have Biology next anyway. It’s right down the hall from there.”

“Neeerd!” MJ laughed, yelling into your ear. You tried to move away from the noise, a smile playing to your lips, “Oi, idiot, that hurt!” MJ smirked, “Good.” Peter fumed- he felt like he was the third wheel when it was supposed to be MJ. He was dating you, not her. Though, to be fair, not that many people knew. Just the two of you, Ned, Aunt May, Mr. Stark, Happy, and the rest of the Avengers. MJ didn’t, and Peter felt like he should tell her- if not for it being for the reason of ‘she should know because she’s my friend’, then at least for ‘omg stop touching him he’s my boyfriend’. And there she goes, touching you again. Though, this time she used her own shoulder to bump into yours instead.

Peter heard a small murmur, “Doesn’t MJ look really cute next to [M/N]?”

“Yeah, she’s definitely happier around him.”

“She smiled a lot when with him.”

“Their both into the arts; she likes reading and drawing, he likes music and (insert an artistic talent/interest).”

Soon, Peter began hearing things other than just small murmurs and chattering around him. It felt as if he could hear everything everyone was saying. Wasn’t that a side effect of his spider-like abilities? Perhaps it was, Peter couldn’t remember at the moment.

“Yeah, they’re practically made for each other.”

“They make a good couple.”

“Did you hear that MJ and [M/N] got a full score on their project for Art?”

“Oh yeah, they were parters, right?”

“Yeah, MJ made the layout of the sketch and [M/N] finished it up. He did his own thing as well, and they ended up getting their art submitted into the contest happening at the art museum.”

Then, Peter felt as if he couldn’t breathe.

“So cute.”

“Wow, they make a good couple.”

“Peter looks like such a third wheel.”

His own thoughts mixed with the other small talk around him, and it surrounded him in a pit of black.

“He looks like such a loser.”

“Wow, no one would be interested in him anyway.”

“No one likes a nerd.”

“Peter is a loser.”

“Peter is a nerd”

“Peter is lame.”

“No one likes Peter.”

“Peter-“

“Peter!” You shouted in his ear, and Peter jolted up. “O-Oh, yeah?”

“Isn’t this our class?” MJ asked, pointing to the door. Peter nodded sheepishly, looking over at you. You smiled, “Have fun learning about a bunch of dead guys. I’m off to math!” You pumped your fist up in mock excitement. MJ laughed and Peter gave a small chuckle, “H-Have fun.” You nodded, “Sure wont.”

***

3rd person P.o.V.

[M/N] met up with Ned, MJ, and Peter after school. “Hey guys!” He greeted, wrapping an arm around Peter’s shoulders. Peter resisted the urge to lay his head on the other male and just looked at him and smiled instead. [M/N] smiled back, but Peter felt like their was this other feeling in the other male’s eyes he couldn’t quite read. “Uh, hey,” [M/N] started, “Parker, you feeling up to a study session today?” Peter pretended to think, nodding soon after, “Sure, dont have any plans today anyway. Lemme text Aunt May, though, first.”

‘Study session’ was a code name for ‘miniature date at my house’. Peter had grown to love the words very much because then it was just them two, and it was normally [M/N] showering Peter in love and affection for the whole night- if he didn’t have Spidey-duty that day, that is. Peter pulled his phone out from his back pocket, pulling up Aunt May’s number. “Can I come too?” MJ asked, “Or is it just one of your gay things?” MJ huffed in amusement at her own joke, not realizing the irony of it. She tried sounding nonchalant about it, but not wanting to break her heart, [M/N] let her off easy, “Uhh, my house is really messy. I feel like Peter can handle it, but I dont wanna make you run off because you’re scared of my pigsty of a home.” He laughed. MJ chuckled, “Wow, gender equality, dude. Whatever happened to that?” [M/N] shook your head, “maybe next time. You don’t have anything and Peter usually spends the night, so it’d be weird, wouldn’t it?” MJ nodded, seemingly disappointed, “yeah, whatever. It’s cool.”

“Done!” Peter chirped, and MJ began walking off. Ned had also run off somewhere. “Good!” [M/N] smiled, “I have you all to myself for the rest of the evening!”

2nd person P.o.V.

Once the two of you made it home, Peter put his stuff down onto the floor in your room while you prepared some food. Since it was Thursday, you guys weren’t assigned that much homework, so you and Peter would probably finish it in the small intervals before classes. You prepared some snacks like popcorn and candy while Peter changed his clothes. He also took the time to pick out clothes for you- a loose white T-shirt with black basket ball shorts. He wore a white shirt- of course, a nerdy one with a scientific pun on it (the two atoms; one asking if the other is positive it lost a electron)- with one of your boxers. He walked out, socks protecting his feet from the cold floor. He scrunched his nose at the smell, smiling.

“You wanna pick out the movie?” Peter asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You turned around, wrapping your arms around him as well. They made their way around both his arms, one hand holding the other to trap the smaller boy in an embrace. “No, you can pick,” you smiled, tilting your head to kiss Peters lips quickly, “so long as it isn’t Star Wars or Lord of the Rings again. Please. I can’t go through another marathon again.” Peter whined playfully, “But [M/N]!” You stuck your tongue out, “Too bad.”

Peter reciprocated the action, and you both let out a sigh of giggles. “Anyway,” you continued, “You want anything specific to eat?” Peter shook his head and you nodded. You let him go and he went over to the couch. He flipped though the many channels on the TV before settling on a Disney movie. “Is that Disney?” You asked, walking in with a bowl of popcorn, two sodas, and a plate of cookies. Peter watched in awe as you balanced everything. “Yeah,” he answered, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame.”

“Aw, sweet!” You fist-bumped the air, “love that movie.” Peter nodded, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, he had been deprived of physical touch for a while. He just wanted to spend time with you, was what he thought as he wrapped his arms around you. Your arm wrapped around his waist while the other ate from the supported the bowl of popcorn on your lap. Peter stole some as well, and you watched as the movie began with its intro of the parents trying to save their defaced child from the protagonist.

“It’s kinda inappropriate, dont you think?” You asked Peter after a while, and Peter looked at you confused, eyes squinted Ashe seemingly judged you. “How? It’s a Disney movie?”

“Well, I mean, it talks about gypsies. Aren’t they visualized as prostitutes? And that seen where Esmeralda dances for that old dude, you can see he’s clearly turned on.” You shook your head, “never mind…”

When the movie was over, you cleaned up the remaining food and placed it down to be cleaned later. You carried a very, very tired Peter Parker up to your room. You laid him on the bed and dimmed the lights. He gripped onto you desperately, “Dont move, dont go anywhere…” he said, “Can we stay like this forever…?” He asked tiredly, and you laughed softly, “No, we have school tomorrow.” Peter whined childishly, “forget school. I can make us enough money by being Spider-Man, we dont need education.”

“Peter, my parents would kill me if they found out i dropped out of high school to piggy back on my superhero boyfriend for money.” Peter let out a huff, and the two of you let out quiet, breathy chuckles. He leaned close to you, noses touching. He then frowned, “Do you like MJ?” The question was sudden and it caught you off guard. “Well, i mean… yeah, we’re friends…”

“No, i mean… like like her…?”

You let out an ‘ohhh’, suddenly realizing Peter’s behavior earlier (the cause of your strange glint Peter noted earlier). “No, baby,” you smiled, “I’m not romantically interested in her, if that’s what you’re thinking.” “But,” he began, a slight pout on his lips. God, he was really tired, “she was all over you today, shamelessly flirting with you. You didn’t seem to mind it though…”

“Peter,” you began, stroking his hair a bit, “I dont like MJ. I like you. No, I love you. A lot. So dont think that.” You moved to lay Peter on top of you, taking his hands and intertwining them with yours as he made himself comfortable on your chest. “I know,” Peter started, playing with your fingers a bit, “its just… everybody says you two look good together. I guess i just didnt like the feeling of you with another person, even if it’s just the public appeal and not reality. Sorry…” You shook your head, “dont apologize, baby. It’s normal to feel jealous…”

Peter was quick to defend, lifting his head up to glare at you accusingly, “I wasn’t jealous!” You laughed, “yeah, and I’m not dating Spider-Man.” Peter sighed, resting in his previous position. He mumbled another, ‘I wasn’t jealous…’ and you just nodded. You began running your hands through his hair, to which he quickly responded by sighing and relaxing even further into your chest.

A few minutes of running your hands through his hair later, Peter got bored and slightly irritated of the position. He moved to sleep next to you, with you spooning him. You wrapped your arms around him and gently played it his stomach, felling up and down his abs. He whimpered lightly, curling a bit at the ticklish feeling. His body began to heat up; you could feel it. “Are you still upset?” You asked softly, and Peter nodded. You sighed, placing soft kisses to Peter’s neck. He leaned back, face flushed red as you continued up his neck to his jaw. He turned his head to face you, and gave you a soft kiss. You to didnt move, instead you stayed there and took in the presence of each other.

When you two pulled away, Peter had the brightest blush on his face. He huffed, eyes falling closed, “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Of course you weren’t,” you smiled, “who said you were?”

You turned off the light once Peter finally fell asleep. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night- and, to be honest, if you could, you would stay like that forever if you could.

Panicked gay moment; had no clue what to write for MJ, sry sry sry anon (._.”)

[just-an-anxious-mess]

Puppy Dog Eyes

Patton was well known as the pure, innocent, friendly trait but occasionally he could be quite mischievous.

He loved puns and, more importantly, pranks.

His pranks were never malicious or intended to cause the others difficulty, in fact they usually just involved him jumping out of random hiding places and hugging them or shouting compliments at them.

Sometimes though he did like to mess with the others.

One time he set out a paper trail of riddles to lead Logan towards the opposite end of the mindspace just so Patton could redecorate his room with pictures of himself that had puns written on the back.

Logan had just sighed and said "I liked the riddles but please don't do this again."

After a little while the others began to look out for Pattons pranks and would sometimes catch him in the act of setting one up.

However they never managed to tell him off for whatever he was doing because he had a secret weapon.

Puppy dog eyes.

It didn't matter if it was Logan, Roman or even Virgil. They could be midway through telling Patton not to do what he was doing and he'd look at them with wide eyes and a small pout, occasionally accompanied with a sad little noise.

It was potent. No one could ignore it or brush him off so Patton was free to continue his pranks without any resistance from the others.

One particular day Patton had managed to somehow make it so whenever anyone said anything bad about themselves they'd be showered with confetti and a small post it note would appear in their hands with a handwritten compliment.

No one understood how he'd done it, not even Logan.

They'd all asked him but he'd just smiled at them and said he had no clue what they were talking about.

Virgil was particularly affected by the prank as he usually cracked self depreciating jokes every five minutes and it wasn't long before he'd gone to Patton and asked him to stop the prank triggering.

"No can do kiddo, you'll just have to stop talking bad about yourself." Patton replied with a smile as he ruffled Virgils hair and walked off.

Virgil sighed and walked down the hall back to his room, he wasn't sure how much of this he could take.

He collided with someone as he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Virgil said and looked up to see Roman offering him his hand.

"Don't worry about it, from the looks of the confetti in your hood I'm guessing Pattons little prank is hitting you hard." Roman said as he helped Virgil up.

Virgil frowned and looked down at the floor with a nod. "I asked him if he could stop it triggering for me but he just told me to stop talking bad about myself and walked off."

"Have you tried just not talking bad about yourself?" Roman asked.

Virgil groaned. "Of course I have, I'm not stupid. Talking bad about myself is just my humour so it's easy to forget about the confetti for a second and say something."

"Have you tried explaining this to Patton? Maybe if you explain he might remove it." Roman said thoughtfully.

"Ugh why didn't I think of that? Oh wait I know it's because I'm a failure." Virgil said then his eyes widened as he realised what he'd done too late. Suddenly confetti fell from above him and a post it note appeared in his hands.

"for fuck sake!" Virgil exclaimed and crumpled the post it note up without reading it.

Roman backed away as he watched Virgil tense up in frustration then slowly start to relax as he forced himself to breath calmly.

"Logan is working on trying to figure out how Patton managed this, do you want to maybe go talk to him and see if he's had any breakthroughs?" Roman asked when he was sure Virgil had calmed down.

Virgil opened his mouth to say something when he suddenly heard Pattons voice.

"Virgil! I have it on good authority that you swore!" he said in a disappointed tone and Virgil groaned.

He turned around to face Patton and looked down at the floor with a sad expression. He couldn't make jokes or even swear without Patton knowing now and that was kind of all he did. He didn't like the dad trait being disappointed in him.

Patton opened his mouth to tell him off for swearing when it seemed as if his voice had just stopped working. He stared at Virgil, opening and shutting his mouth for a few seconds before pulling him in for a hug.

"I'm so sorry Virgil, I'll remove it for you immediately." he said and Virgil looked at him in shock.

"You... You will?" he asked and Patton nodded.

Patton then walked off to who knows where to do whatever he had to do to turn it off.

"What just happened?" Virgil asked and Roman shrugged.

"He probably realised how much it was affecting you or something."

Virgil frowned. "I don't think that's it but what do I know? I'm not the intelligent one."

Roman gaped in shock when no confetti appeared and Virgil felt a pleased smile work its way onto his face.

"yes! I can call myself trash and useless again!" He said happily, his smile widening when still no confetti rained down on him.

Patton reappeared and smiled as he noticed how happy Virgil was. "Aw kiddo I'm sorry, I didn't realise just how much that would effect specifically you. I guess the others don't talk bad about themselves very often. I'll try something else next time."

"Can I help next time?" Virgil asked with a smirk and Patton beamed. "Of course you can."

"No, that is not happening. We already have to deal with Pattons pranks, I don't think we could manage if Brendon Misery here helped." Roman said shaking his head.

Patton and Virgil both had forlorn expressions and Virgil looked down at the floor with a small sad sigh. "I just wanted to be a part of something for once." he mumbled, looking back up at Roman.

Roman felt immediately guilty as he took in Virgil teary looking eyes and trembling bottom lip. "I... I'm sorry. You can help Patton." he said hurriedly.

Virgil immediately brightened up and Patton grinned. "Let's get down to business."

Roman couldn't stop himself. "To defeat the huns!" he sang and Virgil rolled his eyes as Patton joined in.

"Don't we have things to plan Patton?" Virgil asked loudly and Patton giggled. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away there... Almost like I was being swept away by the coursing river."

Virgil rolled his eyes and the two started to walk away, leaving Roman wondering how Virgil had managed to get him to give in so easily. "Am I just that much of a pushover?" he asked outloud and was rewarded by a burst of confetti and a note.

He read the note, smiling at the small drawing of the dog in the corner before a thought struck him.

He quickly dashed towards Logans room and burst in, not bothering to knock.

"Sweet Crofters Jam!" Logan exclaimed as Roman made him jump.

"What?" Roman asked, momentarily forgetting his epiphany.

"You may have... Startled me... Slightly." Logan said, his hand on his chest where he could still feel his heart pounding. "What did you want that made you act like such a mindless degenerate?"

Roman stared at Logan for a few seconds, still slightly amused at his exclamation but remembered why he'd burst in in the first place.

"We have a major problem!" he said with wide eyes.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Virgil has mastered the art of puppy dog eyes and somehow convinced me to allow him to help Patton with his next prank and now they're scheming somewhere and oh no we're doomed." Roman blurted out in one breath, panting once he'd done.

Logans face paled slightly. "Maybe... Maybe he isn't as good at it as Patton is and we don't have anything to worry about."

Roman shook his head "He managed to use them on Patton to get him to turn off the confetti prank just for him. We are well and truly screwed."

Logan gulped. "Well, that's... Definitely an issue."

"Logan!" a voice called from somewhere down the corridor and Logan took a deep breath as he prepared to go see what he was needed for.

"I'll remember you." Roman said dramatically and Logan saluted him before walking down the corridor to find Virgil waiting for him.

"You know how you're trying to figure out how Patton managed the confetti thing?" Virgil started and Logan nodded warily. "could you stop and just let him have a bit of fun?"

"I am curious as to how he did it, I need to know." Logan said and Virgil sighed.

"Surely the mystery of it is better than actually knowing though?" Virgil said, his voice getting quieter and sadder.

Logan almost caved in but said in a determined voice "No, I want to know how he managed it."

When Virgil didn't appear to react in anyway Logan wondered why Roman had been so worried. At least until he heard a soft sad voice.

"Logan, please could you just let him have one little secret? It's not hurting anyone or anything." Virgils large eyes were staring directly into his soul, or at least they would have been, if he had one, given that he was an aspect of Thomas's personality.

"I... Uh..." Logan stuttered, trying to remain firm in his decision to keep trying to work out what Patton was doing.

"I guess I'll go tell Patton I failed then." Virgil said his eyes starting to well up with tears and Logan suddenly burst out "alright, alright, I'll stop trying to figure out what he's doing."

Virgil immediately brightened up "Thanks Logan, I'll go tell Patton the good news and he'll be ever so grateful to you. Who knows you may even..." he leaned forward and whispered the next part "Get a thank you kiss from him."

Logan went red as Virgil turned around and walked away. He had no idea how Virgil knew about his feelings for Patton but one thing was for sure. Roman had been right.

Virgil had mastered the art of puppy dog eyes as well and Roman and Logan were in for a rough time. Or as Patton would say... A ruff time.

Logans eyes widened in horror as he realised what he'd just thought and he quietly muttered "I give up, my life is over now."

There was a burst of confetti above him and as it settled on his shoulders he couldn't help but whisper "fuck."

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[texanredrose]

Communication is Key

A commission for @psychicrebelartisan! Based on a joke.

Ruby narrowed her eyes, flipping her pencil around to erase the last line she’d written. Blake laid on her best, entirely engrossed in her latest book while Yang did push-ups between their expertly crafted- if she did say so herself- bunk beds. A nice, calm weekend filled with some quality downtime that each of them spent in their own way.

Well, honestly, she’d rather not be spending her morning studying for their upcoming test in Grimm Studies, but her partner had them on a bit of a schedule. Seeing as Weiss had gone off to the combat rooms two hours ago, Ruby either had to study now or get an earful and then study, which always kinda put a damper on the whole thing.

“Did you know that Creepers can congregate into colonies of more than two hundred?”

“I thought it was one-fifty?” Yang paused, pushing out a breath. “Or was that how many push-ups I was on? Crap.”

“You were on one hundred and fifteen; you’ve been counting under your breath the whole time.” Blake flicked one of her feline ears, the ribbon she used for her bow set aside for the moment. “And they just recently discovered the colony size; one-fifty was the old estimate.”

“Oh, cool.”

Ruby chuckled. “Sorry, Sis, didn’t mean to throw you off.”

“Hey, you probably helped me ace the test!”

“Yes, because missing that perfect score would be oh so tragic.”

“Ah, c’mon, Blakey, don’t be a-”

“Finish that sentence and I’m throwing my book at you.”

Ruby smiled, trying hard not to laugh out loud. No doubt Yang was about to make a very specific pun, one she’d made countless times before but got shot down before it could even come out this time. A quick glance over proved that Blake wasn’t actually mad about it and probably wouldn’t throw her book- she usually at least grabbed her bookmark if it was going to leave her hands- but her sister relented anyway with a chuckle before returning to her exercise.

Then, the door opened and Weiss drug herself inside, obviously worn out from her practicing. “The next time Pyrrha suggests we spar together, someone please remind me of this moment.”

Ruby winced, collecting up her papers and setting them in her book- as close to a bookmark as she ever came- and turning around in her chair. “Oh, she didn’t go easy on ya, did she?”

“Unfortunately, I’m quite certain she did.” The heiress groused, her combat outfit showing worse for wear and Myrtenaster still in hand. Which, odd- usually, Weiss secured her weapon in the assigned locker near the combat practice arenas; she only brought it back to the room for maintenance. “Apparently, my skills are still in need of some refinement.”

“What happened to Myrtenaster?”

“Hm?” She raised a brow at Blake before looking down, the pinch to her brows indicating annoyance. “Dust damnit.”

“You didn’t even realize you’d carried it all the way up here, did ya?” Yang chuckled, pausing in her exercise to sit back on her heels with a grin. “Yeah, sparring against Pyrrha kinda wipes your mind blank. She’s really good.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” She turned around. “I’ll be back-”

“Hey, wait.” Although she couldn’t really tell at that distance, she thought the dust rapier sported a few new knicks along the guard. “I have to go down to check on Crescent Rose anyway. I’ll take it back for you.”

Briefly, a war raged, between a chiding remark on weapons not needing daily maintenance and her exhaustion from the spar. Ultimately, the latter won out. “Fine. I’m in dire need of a shower and a fresh change of clothes anyway.” She walked over, handing off Myrtenaster before heading to collect up her small armada of hair care products- put to shame only by Yang’s- and other essential shower supplies before heading out the door. “If I’m not back in two hours, assume I’ve expired and let me rest in peace.”

Once the door closed, Yang clicked her tongue. “She’s always so hard on herself. Girl’s gotta lighten up.”

“Good luck with that,” Blake said, almost returning to her book but catching something out of the corner of her eye. “Ruby? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” She held up Myrtenaster, which she’d been inspecting thoroughly for the past few minutes. “Weiss was so tired, she didn’t notice the damage, and I’m not sure if I can fix it.”

“Whoa, back up, damage?” Yang got to her feet and came over, whistling low.

As far as weapons went, Myrtenaster had a fairly straight forward design. The chambers that housed the dust were probably the most complicated part; as luck would have it, the plating that covered them was the part that was damaged, bent at such an angle that it probably wouldn’t cause any functional issues but it definitely looked like changing out the dust would be a bit more difficult than it should be. Add to that a few scratches in the otherwise durable metal and Ruby had to sigh, shaking her head.

“These plates need to be replaced and I don’t have the spare materials to do it.” She winced. “At least, not in white. I have an extra casing for Crescent Rose’s headpiece but-”

“Well, hold on; there’s machines down in the shop garage that could easily cut a new plate. We just need to pick up some Hunter grade metal.” Yang went over to where her scroll sat on the dresser, smiling as she tapped on an icon. “Yeah, I should have enough to grade some raw metal. How much would we need?”

Without hesitation, she pulled a fresh piece of paper out and started scribbling away, rounding up to make sure they’d have enough; she could eyeball it pretty well but definitely wanted to err on the safe side. While she was at it, she did a rough blueprint so she could visualize how they’d need to machine it in order to make a seamless replacement.

After a few more calculations, she circled the ending number with a smile. “There.”

“Sweet, I can afford that.” Then, Yang winced. “Not sure how we’re going to get the detailing down, though.”

“I can do that part.” Blake offered, setting her bookmark between the pages and getting off the bed, amber eyes tracing along the undamaged plate before she nodded. “It’s not too different from calligraphy.”

“You know calligraphy?”

“It’s a hobby.”

“Great!” Ruby quickly wrote down the weight and specifications of the metal they’d need on a separate paper, handing it off to her sister. “While you’re grabbing the materials, I’ll get to work on a better schematic.”

“We can hide Myrtenaster under my bed until it’s done.” At the curious looks she received, Blake merely shrugged. “It’s not like we can put it under your beds.”

“Point.” Yang snatched up the paper. “Back in an hour!”

“I’ll meet you down in the garage!” She called out as her sister threw on her jacket, shaking her head. “Not sure what to tell Weiss about where Yang and I went, though.”

“Leave that part to me and send me a text when it’s my turn.” Blake patted her shoulder. “Trust me, I know how to keep a secret.”

Ruby laughed, bending over the desk to start working in earnest on the dimensions.

Later that night, they’d managed to successfully keep their teammate in the dark about the location of her weapon, Ruby somehow managing to convince her that she’d put it in Weiss’ locker, just as she said she would. While Blake slipped off to put the finishing touches on the new plates that Yang had machined out, her sister used jokes to thoroughly distract Weiss from all thoughts regarding Myrtenaster, eventually leading to a pun war that had almost made Ruby bang her head against her desk.

One would think she’d be used to it by now but one would be wrong, in fact.

“Ya know what, I gotta be honest, you’re starting to get pretty good at this!” Yang laughed, lounging on her bunk while watching Weiss, glaring up at the blonde from hers. “A few more years and they might even be funny.”

“Forgive me if I’ve only had the past few months to indulge in bad habits,” Weiss replied, though she couldn’t hide the way she preened at that bit of praise. Ruby didn’t exactly get it but somehow the heiress responded better to teasing compliments that flat out ones and Yang had picked up on it first. “Now, where is Blake? We should be heading to dinner sometime soon.”

“Oh, uh, I’m sure she’ll be right here!” She’d pulled the ‘team leader’ card earlier to keep her partner from sending a text earlier but now found herself running out of excuses. “She said she was on her way!”

“That was thirty minutes ago.”

“C’mon, Princess.” Yang hopped down from her bunk. “Let’s go down and grab ourselves a table. You know how Blakey is; I’m sure she just got lost in another book. Ruby can wait for her to get back.”

A huff. “Fine.” Getting to her feet, the two started for the door. “And you’d better come down soon, Ruby Rose! You’re not having another dinner that’s only comprised of dessert because the main line’s closed!”

“Okay, okay! We’ll be down as soon as Blake gets here!” She ducked her head, letting out a sigh of relief the moment the door closed. Now, she could retrieve her scroll, hoping she wouldn’t disturb the Faunus. She’d actually never sent the message earlier, for exactly that reason.

A moment later, the door opened and Blake stepped through, letting out her own sigh of relief and leaning back against the door, holding Myrtenaster in her off hand. “That was close.”

“But she didn’t see you, right?”

“No.” A small smile. “I thought you two would’ve gotten her to go down for dinner already. Thankfully, Yang’s loud.”

“No kidding.” Bounding to her feet, she quickly closed the distance. “Can I see?”

Wordlessly, Blake handed over the weapon, and she hadn’t been kidding about her skills with the engraving. Ruby wouldn’t have noticed the swap between the busted plate and the new one, were it not for one slight addition.

Property of Weiss Schnee A Great Friend and Teammate

“I… couldn’t help but make the addition.” Blake shrugged. “It’s like Yang said. She needs to lighten up.”

“Oh, man, she’s going to love this!” Ruby couldn’t help but giggle, though she immediately jumped and hid Myrtenaster behind her back- a bad plan, in hindsight- as the door opened and Yang slipped in with a grin.

“Ah, good, that was you in the hall.” She made a motion with her hand. “Well, c’mon, don’t keep me in the dark! Let’s see it!”

She showed Yang Blake’s handiwork, all three of them beaming that they’d pulled it off- until they heard a certain someone stomping up the hall.

“Quick!” Amber eyes flicked. “My bed!”

In a flurry of rose petals, Ruby stashed Myrtenaster away, knowing better than to try presenting the repaired weapon now. A few things one did not keep from Weiss Schnee: her beauty rest, her favorite chocolate, or her dinner.

“WOULD YOU-” The door burst open, blue eyes scanning the interior of the room before she continued. “THREE HURRY UP?”

“Yep!”

“Right.”

“Coming Weiss!” Ruby hurried to the door, smiling wide.

Yeah, she could be a little demanding from time to time, but Weiss was a great friend! She really couldn’t wait to see her expression!

Although she tried to play it off as best she could, Ruby could hardly sit still. Last night hadn’t provided a good opportunity to present Myrtenaster- Weiss went straight to bed after dinner and, again, one did not mess with her beauty sleep- so she sat on her bed, pretending to be engrossed in playing a game on her scroll against Yang, across the room on her own bunk. Blake had dived straight back into her book while Weiss did some studying of her own, though she abruptly stood up after about an hour.

“I’m going for a walk.” She grimaced, putting a hand to her lower back. “I’m afraid I’m still sore after yesterday’s spar.”

“Don’t let Pyrrha catch you limping; she’ll offer to carry you back to the room.” Yang warned with a chuckle. “She takes that stuff hard.”

“Duly noted.” She scanned around the room. “You three could do with some exercise as well.”

The blonde shrugged. “I went for a run this morning.”

“I did pull ups!”

“Pulling yourself out of bed doesn’t count.”

“I will do pull ups!” She amended. Really, Ruby didn’t mind a little exercise- it took a fair bit of muscle to swing Crescent Rose around- but she didn’t keep as strict a regime for a number of reasons. The first being: she liked to enjoy her time off.

Blake merely looked up from her book, ears canting back briefly.

“Right, well, then, I’m off.”

Weiss left the room, allowing her teammates to spring together, all wearing smiles.

“Oh, man, this is going to be great!”

“Yeah, I can’t wait for her to open her locker.” Yang laughed. “She’s going to be so floored!”

“I do hope we’ll be around when she sees it.” Blake tilted her head slightly. “You know we’re not going to hear the end of it for a while.”

“It’s not like she’s going to be mad.” Ruby reasoned, though she didn’t doubt the veracity of the Faunus’ claims. “She’s just going to try to one up us or something.”

“Oh, I can hear it already.” Her sister adjusted her posture and raised her voice. “How dare you three keep a secret like this from me, really, are we not teammates, we’re not supposed to keep secrets!”

The three of them laughed.

This was going to be good.

The weekend came to an end and they returned to classes with anticipation. However, after a few days, Weiss didn’t seem to act like anything had happened. Which, okay, they had some tests and bookwork on Monday and Tuesday, but surely she checked her weapon locker at some point, right? Ruby couldn’t help it; she’d started to get discouraged.

Did Weiss not like the new plate? Did she even notice?

A hand smacked her shoulder, startling her away from staring blankly at her textbook while supposedly studying. “Hey!”

“Ruby.” Weiss crossed her arms over her chest, starting down at her with just a hint of fury. “What did you do with it?”

She frowned. “With what?”

“With Myrtenaster!” Throwing her hands into the air, the heiress immediately launched into a rant. “When I noticed it wasn’t in my locker on Monday, I didn’t mention it, because maybe you’d put it in yours for some reason, but it’s Wednesday and we have a combat exam in two days! I need to practice!”

“Wait- Yang!” Leaning around her partner, she looked over at her sister. “Did you not put Weiss’ weapon in her locker?”

“What?” The blonde blinked. “I didn’t- you were supposed to put Myrtenaster back!”

“Hold on.” Blake sat up in her bed. “Neither of you put it back?” Then she leaned over, reaching under her bed and pulling the rapier in question out. “Are you two serious?”

“Hey, it was under your bed!” Yang snapped her fingers. “And you were the last one to work on it!”

“I brought it up here so you two could see it! Ruby should’ve put it back!”

“Yang said she was excited about Weiss’ reaction and she’d already gone out on a run!” She defended herself. “I thought she put it back!”

“What are you absolute dolts screaming about?” With a huff, the heiress marched over, finally retrieving her weapon.

“WE DID SOMETHING NICE BUT SHE FORGOT TO GIVE IT TO YOU!” All three of them spoke in tandem and-

Okay. Granted, they probably should’ve talked about who put Myrtenaster where. It wasn’t any one, single person’s fault.

But also, Ruby thought, it wasn’t hers.

She couldn’t really see Weiss’ face but she could see the slight shake in her shoulders as she stared down at Myrtenaster’s guard.

“How dare you,” she said, and for a moment the three exchanged worried glances because they could hear the warble in her voice, but then she snapped her head up to look at them, and they could very clearly see the tears she just barely held back. “How dare you three do something nice for me with absolutely no warning!”

“Wait, Weiss, don’t cry!” Ruby rushed over, throwing her arms around her teammate.

She wasn’t the only one, quickly joined by Blake and Yang as they surrounding the heiress while she clutched her weapon to her chest. “Yeah, c’mon, no tears!”

“We thought you would like it?” Blake offered, ears twitching.

“Of course I like it!” Despite a tear or two slipping out, she cleared her throat and tried glaring at them, though it… wasn’t very effective. “But here you three are, engraving my rapier, and I have no idea how to repay you! I don’t know enough about engraving-”

“Actually.” Yang smiled, reaching up to run a hand through her hair. “Ruby noticed one of the guard plates was damaged, so we wanted to replace it for you. The engraving was all Blake.”

“It was Ruby’s idea.” The Faunus shrugged slightly. “I just… added a few touches.”

“Yang machined the parts though and bought the materials!” She smiled, catching her partner’s expression as she obviously fought back even more tears. “You deserve it, Weiss!”

“Not yet,” she replied, before carefully tossing Myrtenaster on her bed and doing her absolutely best to return their hugs. “But I’m going to.”

Ruby smiled, happy that it all turned out for the best and enjoying the group hug with her team.

She just hoped Weiss didn’t go overboard with her ‘payback’; there were a terrifying number of things the heiress to the SDC could buy and they only had a dorm room.

[eccacia]

You Really Got a Hold on Me

Summary: One hot summer day, Barry manages to convince Caitlin to be his personal air-conditioner. Ah, the things she did for love…

Read on ao3 | ff.net

Rating: T

Words: ~2,700

Notes: The song for this is “You Really Got a Hold on Me”. A caveat: I’m assuming Caitlin and KF are the same person. Sorry, I just can’t seem to buy the whole split personality thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anyway, hope you like this!

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“It’s so hot. It’s so hot I’m dying,” Barry said. “I’m dying, Cait. I can’t move. I think I’m slowly losing consciousness. Those are signs of dying, right?”

Caitlin rolled her eyes. Normally she didn’t like him making jokes like that—there had been way too many times when they had been too real—but right now, it was difficult to take him seriously. Barry was, after all, currently sprawled on the floor of the Cortex, pressing his cheek to the cool marble tile like it would save his life.

She can’t fault him for feeling that way, though. Not only did his body temperature run higher than normal, but he also ate and burned more calories than the average human being did, so hot summer days like this were difficult for him. Add that to the fact that there was currently no air-conditioning (it broke down that morning), and he was practically incapacitated… although not to the point of death, as he’d just claimed. That wasn’t his physiology—that was just him being dramatic.

“Since you’re still whining loudly,” she said dryly, “I doubt you’re losing consciousness.”

He pouted. “I’ll whine more softly, then.” And then, in a strangled whisper, “It’s so hot I’m dying… Save me, Dr. Snow…”

“Since you can still modulate the pitch of your voice,” she said with a hint of amusement, “I’d say you’re very much alive.”

“I’m wounded, Dr. Snow.” His voice returned to its normal pitch. “You’re not taking me seriously at all. Has anyone ever told you that your bedside manner needs work?”

“Someone has, but he whines about everything, so I don’t take it personally.”

“Okay, wait, just to be clear—I’m not really whining, per se. I’m just stating my opinion on the weather.”

“You have too many opinions on the weather.”

“Just one, in fact, but I do have another opinion on how you can change that one opinion on it.”

She raised a brow. “Let me get this straight: You have opinion on your opinion.”

“Why, yes I do.” He lifted his head to face her, flashing her a devious grin. “Very meta of me, huh?”

Caitlin groaned.

“Admit it. You walked right into that one.”

“I’m busy, Barry.”

“No, you’re not. You stopped typing for the past ten minutes.”

She gave him a look and pointedly resumed typing.

“No, wait, hear me out first,” he pleaded, raising himself to his forearms. “This is an emergency, Cait. You need to help me.”

She sighed. “In my opinion, Mr. Allen, you’re perfectly capable of helping yourself,” she said. “With your speed, it’ll only take you thirty minutes to learn everything about air-cons to fix it.”

“I’m flattered you think so highly of my abilities, but that means I have to get up, which means I have to expend energy, which produces more heat. And we’ve already established that this heat could be a possible cause of my death.” He gave another dramatic sigh. “Please, Cait. If you hear me out, I’ll never make puns ever again.”

“Ever again? Really.”

He paused. “Fine. That was a bit of an exaggeration. I won’t make puns for a day.”

“No.”

“Okay, maybe just for the next hour—”

“I mean, no, I won’t do what you’re thinking.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking? Last I checked, you don’t have mind-reading abilities.”

“I have Barry-reading abilities. I know what you’re going to say, and my answer is no. Why don’t you go to Jitters instead? Cisco’s already there.”

“I can’t,” he said. “I’m bound here by my love for you. Ah, woe is me.”

“Did you know that the heat makes you dramatic?”

“Did you know that my being dramatic always makes you smile?” he countered.

“I’m not smiling.”

Barry grinned at her. “Sure, Cait. Sure.”

“Just go to Jitters already,” she said, with a small not-smile on her face.

“I’m not leaving if you aren’t.”

“I can’t work from Jitters. All my files are on this computer.”

“Well, if I’m dying before your eyes, you won’t be able to work here either.”

“Are you trying to blackmail me?”

“Merely stating an opinion, Dr. Snow.”

“I’m starting to dislike your opinions.”

“You still like me, though.”

“Right now, just barely.”

“Fine, but you still love me. I can see it in your eyes.”

“This is a glare, if you haven’t noticed.”

“From this angle,” he said, making a vague gesture at his prone form, “I think it’s a look of love.”

“I really should’ve just hired someone to fix it,” she muttered.

“You did say we don’t have the budget for it yet,” Barry said. “Not until the grant you applied for pushes through next month.”

It was true. Ever since S.T.A.R. Labs fell into disrepute, it was almost impossible to obtain funds, and even if the museum was bringing in money, it was barely enough to cover the monthly utility bills, let alone the repairs. Caitlin didn’t know what exactly happened to the air-con, but according to their janitor, it would take a whopping five hundred dollars to fix.

She sighed and absently wiped the sweat from her forehead and her neck with a handkerchief.

Barry propped himself up on his elbow and grinned. “You’re considering it, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“You must be feeling hot and bothered, too,” he said. “And for once, it’s not because of me.”

She looked skyward. “Barry,” she said, “I won’t do it.”

“Why not?” he said. For the first time since their conversation, he got to his feet and flashed beside her. “Think about it. It’s good practice for your powers, since you have to slowly control the temperature to lower degree by degree. It’s also cost-effective. We don’t have to pay for the air-con. In fact, we probably won’t have to pay for air-con ever again. That’s one less expense for us to worry about.”

“That’s precisely what I’m worried about. I do this once, and you and Cisco’ll get me to keep doing it. And I refuse to be your personal air-conditioner.”

“Hey, you get me to do all the spring cleaning because of my speed, and we get Cisco to vibe the release dates of movies and series all the time.”

“That’s… different.”

“Come on, Cait,” he wheedled, “you’re not a real superhero until you use your powers to do the boring ordinary stuff.”

“Says who?”

“Says the man who also happens to be one of Central City’s seasoned superheroes.”

“Given that I’m also one of the city’s seasoned superheroes, I don’t think I have to listen to this man.”

He sighed. “Fine. You leave me no choice, Dr. Snow. If you don’t do it, I’ll”—he towered over her—“hug you until you do.”

Despite herself, her lips curled into a smile. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”

He grinned and pulled her to her feet before quickly engulfing her in a bear-hug. She let out a whoosh of air. “Yes. I’m sweaty and smelly and my body temperature’s a few degrees higher than yours. I’ll wear you down by smelliness and body heat.”

She wrinkled her nose. He did smell like sweat, and he was burning like he had a fever. “Eugh. You need a shower.”

“No, I just need to stop sweating, which will happen if you suck the heat from the room.”

She sighed. “Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with you.”

“That’s fine. I, for one, have plenty of ideas on what you can do with me.”

She bit back a smile. “I know what you’re really doing, Bartholomew Henry Allen. You’re trying to get to me with hugs and jokes. It won’t work.”

“Darn it. There goes my nefarious plan,” he said. “Maybe I should add kisses too, for good measure.” To accentuate his point, he pressed a kiss to a sensitive spot on her neck that had her arching towards him.

“Alright, alright,” she finally said, pulling away. “But first, swear to me you won’t tell anyone about this.”

He gave her an innocent look. “Okay.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Swear it, Barry.”

“Why?” he teased. “Worried you’d ruin your fearsome reputation as Frost if this comes out?”

She sniffed. “Most villains are more afraid of me than the Flash and Vibe combined, you know.”

“Ah, so that’s it,” Barry said, grinning. “You’re afraid you’ll be exposed as nothing more than a glorified air-conditioner.”

She swatted him on the arm. “Swear it, Barry,” she said with mock-sternness. “I need to preserve my reputation as a menacing ice queen for the sake of the city.”

“Fine, fine,” he laughed. “I swear it.”

She gave him an assessing look.

He returned it with a boyish smile.

She rolled her eyes affectionately and finally gave in. It was impossible to resist him, anyway, although they both had fun pretending that she could.

Caitlin took a step back and closed her eyes. It sounded mundane, lowering the temperature of the room, but in truth it was more challenging than conjuring an icicle. With conjuring weapons, she didn’t need to control the intensity of her power; all she had to do was concentrate on a specific area and abruptly draw all the heat out of that area. In this case, though, the surface area was larger, and she had to lower the temperature gradually, or she’d turn the entire room into ice. Barry had been right about one thing—it was good practice for controlling her powers.

It took her a few minutes to accomplish a room temperature of around seventy degrees. When she opened her eyes again, Barry was beaming at her.

“Satisfied, Mr. Allen?” she said. Her body practically hummed in relief at having the cool air swirl around her, but she’d never admit it to him.

“It’s still not cold enough for me,” he said casually, taking a lock of white hair in his fingers.

“No?” she said. “I’ve saved you from certain death, and you’re still not satisfied?”

“The cold won’t save me, after all,” he said, smiling. “You know what will?”

Caitlin hid her smile and lightly placed a hand on his chest. “Well, spit it out, Mr. Allen. Playing coy doesn’t suit you.”

“There’s nothing coy about this,” he murmured, before leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss.

He was right—there was nothing coy about it, and in a few moments Caitlin found herself perched on the far end of the table, her legs around his waist, while Barry’s hands were snaking up her thigh and pulling lightly on her hair until she tilted her head back to let him leave kisses on her neck.

“Barry, we shouldn’t—ah—not here—”

“Yes here,” he said, smiling into her skin. “Don’t worry, we’ll make it quick.”

“Are you… Mmm…” The heat coming off him was heady and intoxicating, but she’d since learned when to put a cap on her powers whenever she was with him. She did take a little of his heat, though, just enough to take the edge off of his discomfort. “Are you… rushing me?”

“What, would you rather I tease you?” he said, his voice a low rumble. She gripped his shoulders when his hand found the edge of her underwear, but, instead of slipping a finger inside, he traced the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I can do that, too. I can do that all day.”

“Barry…”

She tried to pull him closer with her legs, but he refused to budge. He gave her an infuriating smirk. “Well, Cait? What’ll it be?”

“Dammit, Barry, just—”

But before Caitlin could finish her sentence, a voice sliced through the atmosphere of the Cortex.

“H—aw, geez, guys!”

They both quickly jumped apart from each other, and Cisco quickly turned around when he saw them. “Really, guys? Really?”

“Cisco!” Caitlin breathed. She struggled to fix her dress, while Barry faced the wall to hide the tented front of his pants from view. “We thought you’d—uh, be in Jitters?”

“Oh my god,” he said, horrified. “Is ‘Hey Cisco, you should go to Jitters’ actually code for ‘Let’s have sex in the Cortex’?”

“No!” they said quickly.

“It is,” Cisco said faintly. “Excuse me while I bleach my eyes…”

“Oh, come on,” Caitlin said. Her heart rate had finally returned to normal, and with it a semblance of rational thinking had returned. “We’ve never had sex here.”

“Yeah, Caitlin’s too professional for that,” Barry added. “Everything leading up to it, though…”

Caitlin swatted him on the arm, and Cisco groaned again. “Guys, seriously, I love you, but you make me want to barf sometimes.”

“As if you and Cynthia haven’t already done it here,” Caitlin countered.

“No! Of course not!” Cisco huffed, before amending it with, “Everything leading up to it, though…”

“Okay, this conversation’s going to make me barf,” Barry said, finally turning to face him. “Can we just agree to never talk about it again?”

“We need to make an official rule,” Caitlin said. “No sex in the Cortex or something.”

“But Cynthia likes it here,” Cisco said. “She gets unbelievably turned on when—”

“Okay, stop,” Caitlin said hastily. “Let’s just pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Right, and keep having not-sex in the Cortex with our significant others,” Cisco said.

“Sounds about right,” Barry said.

“Okay.” Cisco finally put his backpack down on a chair. “So… Um. Er.”

A pause.

“Okay, I got nothing, guys. Help me un-awkward this conversation.”

Barry and Caitlin exchanged looks, and Caitlin sighed. “How was Jitters?” she offered lamely.

“Oh, yeah,” Cisco said. “I came back ‘cause I needed a file…” He blinked. “Wait, is it just me, or did it get colder here? Did someone fix the air-con?”

Barry grinned. “No, we got a new one.”

“We got a new…” His gaze immediately landed on Caitlin, and he grinned. “Ohoho—”

“You swore not to tell anyone,” Caitlin said, shooting her boyfriend a murderous look.

“Technically, I didn’t tell anyone anything,” Barry said innocently.

“Wait, guys, wait—I think I’m getting a vibe,” Cisco said. “I’m getting a vibe where… Caitlin goes to my apartment every day for the rest of the summer… to save me from my electricity bill.”

“And you just so happened to vibe that now.”

“What can I say? I can’t control what vibes come to me.”

Caitlin let out a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m still a part of this team.”

“That’s a yes,” Cisco stage-whispered to Barry. “That’s totally a yes.”

“Naw, Cait won’t give in so easily—”

“Fine,” she said.

“Fine?!” Barry said, while Cisco whooped, “Yeah! Free air-con!”

“Hey, that’s unfair. It took me weeks to convince you, and you just say yes to him just like that?”

“Consider it punishment for telling on me,” Caitlin sniffed.

“Also, bros before hoes,” Cisco said piously. “Right, Cait?”

“I’m your bro, too.”

“Well, Cait was my bro first, so you’re the hoe in this equation,” Cisco said. “Also, we both know we’re more hoe than Cait will ever be.”

“Should I be flattered by that?” Caitlin said blandly.

“Dude,” Barry said to Cisco, “if anyone’s a hoe here, it’s definitely you. I’m practically chaste next to you.” And then, to her, “Right, Cait? I’ve never displayed any hoe-ish tendencies, have I?”

“Whipped,” Cisco coughed.

“Oh, don’t even get me started on you and Cynthia.”

“Ah, ah. Unlike you, I embrace my whippedness,” he said. “In fact, I make love to my whippedness. There’s just something about a girl in leathers that—”

“Okay, man, this is another one of those conversations that should never see the light of day—”

Caitlin can’t help smiling as she watched their antics. She could play stern all she wanted, but the truth was that there was no other team she’d rather be a part of, and she could never refuse these two boys anything.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t withhold information from them, though. In reality, without her presence in the room, the cold wouldn’t last for more than twenty minutes. She was about to hint at it, but it was really much more fun to watch them bicker…

Oh well. They’ll find out sooner or later, anyway.

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[a-dreamer-named-mars]

Imagine Being Jamie & Eddie's Daughter and Driving Like Eddie

"So, are you excited about today (Y/N)?" Your mom said as she wrapped her hands around a pink coffee mug you painted yourself in kindergarten for mother's day. Those days were long gone - you were no longer a little kid anymore, you were eighteen years old but already felt like you were ready to leave the nest.

"Yes! I'm really excited to start riding the car around the city!"

"You're gonna love it." Eddie said with a glow in her eyes. The same one you had in yours, especially if you were talking about driving, which you really loved to do.

"Hey girls!" Jamie, your father, walked in the kitchen in a rush holding his jacket in one hand, and his duffel bag in the other. He bent down to kiss you on the forehead and took a few more steps to kiss your mom on the lips.

"Hey dad. Going to work already?"

"Well, it is almost eight o'clock, I kinda have to. But I'll be home by four, four thirty tops. Can't wait to see my little girl get behind the wheel!"

When you turned sixteen years old, you desperately wanted to start learning how to drive, but Jamie, being the overprotective father he is, said it was too soon. And if you were being honest, you didn't care much if you had to wait a few more months after waiting almost two decades. The thing was, he kept dragging it and dragging it, and by the time you were seventeen you were looking at colleges and against his efforts, you chose to apply for a college that was a quite a few miles away - that meant you were moving to campus and taking the car, that your grandfather got you for your birthday, with you.

Your mother started saying you should start learning how to drive pretty soon, but your dad, for the obvious reason of not wanting his only girl and child to move away, kept saying you were too young.

In the middle of all this, and your mother being busy working as a Detective First Grade on the 12th, where your father still worked as a beat cop, you uncle Danny, who was retired for a couple years now, took the bull by the horns, the matter into his own hands, and taught you the ropes about driving. He was the best, and the good thing was that he was chill and relaxed and he trusted you behind the wheel, and that was very important when you were learning how to ride a vehicle.

Anyways, it was a huge surprise when you told your parents Jamie's brother had taught you and your father did get a bit upset but not because it wasn't him who taught you but, after you overheard some conversations unintencionally, you realized the reason why he was acting to upset you were taught how to drive was because now you were a big girl who could drive to college - and that meant flying away from him. But after your cool uncle Danny talked to him, he started to be cool about it and was eager to see you on the road, which was happening today, after he got home from work.

* * *

"Alright, let's get this show on the road. Pun intended."

"Lame, dad. Just lame." You got up from the couch and grabbed the car keys, opening the front door and making your way outside.

"Yeah, dad - really lame." Eddie joked before wrapping one arm around Jamie's torso and side hugging him.

With all three of you inside the car, you put your seatbelt on, got the vehicle started, and started driving backwards, getting out of the driveway.

"That's good..."

"Shh, let her do her best. She knows she's good, she's our daughter." Your mother had to step in again once she saw your eyes rolling when Jamie made that comment.

A few minutes later, you had made your way to the highway. There were not many cars around, so you decided it would be a good time to speed up a little.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your father getting a little uncomfortable, and constantly bending over to check the speedometer, and that was pushing your buttons, so, to fight it off and to piss off your dad even more, you started driving faster, even went a little over the speed limit for the highway.

"Whoa, what do you think you're doing?"

"Are you scared, dad?"

"No, I am not, but you are passing the speed limit, young lady. Slow down, right now!"

"Jamie, she's controlling the car so well, let her drive how she wants to."  Eddie tried to step in once more, but this time she didn't manage to calm Jamie down.

"I don't care, she doesn't need to speed!!"

Not caring about what he was saying you continued, until he had enough.

"Okay, you know what? You can turn around in the next intersection and then we're going home and don't you dare speeding again!"

Your dad was really pissed off, and if you were being honest, you had never seen him like that. He had always been a cool, laid off dad, who never raised his voice at you, or grounded you. Your mom usually did that, but now... seems like the tables have turned.

* * *

"God, dad! I don't understand why you were being like that! I was driving so well!"

You had just gotten home, and the three of you hadn't spoke a word inisde the car until you came back. Now with your mother in the shower, you decided to address the problem with your father while he was cooking dinner.

"I think you still need more lessons. And you need to learn about the speeding limit, because it just seems that you haven't learned about them. You don't even look like you're from this family, me and your mother talk about stuff like this all the time, (Y/N)!"

"I know the speed limits, dad! And I know all about the consequences, I was just... trying to show you how I drive and how uncle Danny taught me and how good I am at controlling the car!"

"Well, seems like he didn't do a very good job. I'm signing you up for driving classes with an instructure."

"What?! That's gonna take at least another year and a half! I need to take the exam and pass in the next month! I need to drive so I can go to college!"

"Well, maybe you should think about choosing a college that's closer to our home, and then you could use the subway or me and mom could drop you off and pick you up whenever we can."

You could tell the tone of his voice had gotten softer... and you knew exactly what this was all about.

"Dad..." You whispered. "You know I want to go to that specific college. But you don't want me to, right?"

"What? No, baby... you go wherever you wanna go."

"No... You're lying. You're telling me that but deep down I know you want me to stay home with you and mom until I'm what? Fourty? And you do not want me to move to a college dorm that's hundreds of miles away from you."

He took a deep breath, and turned around in his heels, looking at you with a sad expression in his face.

"You're my little girl. And if I could choose I'd have you here forever but, I was a teenager once, and I also wanted to go to the college I wanted, so, I'm not going to take that away from you."

"Dad, I'll always be your little girl, even when I am old and walking around in a hiker... But little bird here has gotta fly out of her nest someday you know?"

"I do... And as hard as it is for me to wrap my head around that thought, I will support you and I will be there for you every step of the way."

You hugged your dad, and suddenly you felt as if you were five years old now - still too small for his hugs, but feeling whole inside, knowing you had worked it out. A few seconds later you slightly pulled away from him, asking him what had been on your mind ever since that afternoon.

"So, you're not signing me up for driving classes are you?"

"No... You're a good driver. But you're your mother's daughter, that's for sure. Reminded me of when I met her."

"What about when you met her?"

"She was driving and she drove so fast, definitly faster than what I was used to, I went white as a sheet in the passenger's seat."

"No way!"

"Yes!"

"Well, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"You're right... it doesn't."

And it really didn't.

[shiroe-is-my-baby]

Hey hey hey odd numbers for your ot3 please! ^0^

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Neither of us, are you kidding!? XD

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

I love taking showers together, obviously. But that would be rather… uh… difficult XD although, it’s very common that Akatsuki and I join each other for a bath or two. It is a thing that happens that we both silently argue with each other who’s gonna shower with Shiroe tho… >.>

They’re both about just trying to relax where as I am always trying to turn it into something… more… aha XD So they might as well not take one with me if they expect anything but straight up sex.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Are you kidding? We don’t go to sleep upset with each other. Nope. None of us are letting the others go to bed until we talk it out.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

Shiroe had said it first to the two of us rather bluntly and out of the blue. Most likely when we were doing mundane things together and he was just like “-I love you!” XD The cute dork, he was blushing seconds after he realized he even said it aha.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

I’m waking up in the middle of the night to tell my dream to Shiroe, who is most likely still awake XD Akatsuki will sometimes have nightmares but not as much as either one of us would anyway. But leave it to me to help soothe her back to sleep even if she just can’t sleep.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

Oh gooooddddd I’m not even sure. I feel like it’s a me thing to do and they’re both like “ashley we’re dating”. XDDD

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

I’m the one to want to sing all the fucking time, and both of them are so shy they will not. Akatsuki sometimes will hum with me but she’s just too embarrassed. She likes it when I sing, though. They both do!

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

I do this and they both think it’s corny af XD

17) Who is more protective?

Shiroe. Oh god, Shiroe. But Akatsuki is a close fucking second. Let’s just say if you mess with me they will both be.. uh… XD a force to be fucking wrecked with I’ll tell you so much.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Shiroe usually drives, and honestly we switch all the time. So not really anyone specifically.

21) Who cuts the others hair?

Nope. Sorry, but none of us trust the other with that XD

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

Oh gosh, we’re all of these. All of us have those moments of weakness really. Shiroe for sure will have moments where he keeps thinking that he’s fucking shit up. It’s all in his head though, and poor baby is constantly worrying that he’s saying the wrong things. Especially with Akatskuki since she’s not going to tell us right out if something is bothering her.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

I say the shitty jokes all the time. Akatsuki will not giggle if it’s an inappropriate joke, but if she’s in a good mood I’ll get an adorable giggle out of her for my stupid puns. Shiroe, though, he’s not laughing. He’s just annoyed XD

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Both of these are me wtf

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

MEEEE, I’m not doing anything too crazy to land me in the hospital though XD

[floofydoctor]

The Doctor and Clara for all three. ;D

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa

The Doctor! Every time. And Clara laughs at him every time.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them

Clara, at her teacher desk. Students constantly ask her why she’s in love with her doctor, and if he prescribed her a love potion. 

Who starts the tickle fights

Clara! She loves to ruin him every time. She rarely does it halfway either, like once she’s started tickling him she has to keep doing it until he’s ‘defeated’. She uses it as a threat every time he does something even remotely annoying. And half the time he keeps doing the annoying thing anyway just so she’ll go through with her threat since he loves it really

Who starts the pillow fights

Both, depending on the situation. Sometimes if Clara won’t pay attention to him the Doctor will start one so she’ll retaliate and therefore pay attention to him. Clara starts one when he’s being an idiot or when he’s trying to be grumpy with her. His resolve breaks instantly and he fights back.

The rest is under the cut because there were so many to answer!

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile

The Doctor when they’re in bed, but Clara when they’re on the sofa. He always falls asleep first on the sofa, usually with his head on her lap or shoulder. So she makes it a point to have them spend more time there so she can do exactly that.

Who mistakes salt for sugar

The Doctor! The Doctor would do this and then shout for Clara. She thinks he’s hurt himself and comes running in, but he’s actually just tried to eat a pinch of sugar, which was actually salt. 

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning

The Doctor. He thinks he’s being so sneaky, but then the microwave goes off and everything is ruined. 

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines

Clara. She says one to him every day when she wakes up. 

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order

The Doctor when he’s in Clara’s flat pining waiting for her to come home.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies

The Doctor. Clara tells him off but she can’t help smiling.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion

Clara. The Doctor is slightly confused by this, but he enjoys their ‘dinner dates’ anyway. 

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen

Clara started it by drawing a heart on him while he was asleep, and now he does it whenever possible to her. She retaliates sometimes, but he draws cute little hearts and stars and planets on her arm and she can never find it in her to rub them off, so she lets them fade on their own. 

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation

Clara. Wherever he takes her, she takes something back with her. The Doctor complains but he doesn’t really mind. He thinks it’s cute. 

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines

The Doctor does them while he’s bored/waiting for Clara to come home. He leaves them lying around and Clara does commentary on them with a different coloured pen when she finds them. 

who is more likely to hurt the other?

The Doctor, by accident. Probably during a pillow fight or tickle fight. 

who is emotionally stronger?

They both are in different ways. The Doctor has so much strength because he moves on from loss, but to quote Steven Moffat, ‘he’s an exposed nerve of raw emotion, all the time’. Clara has a lot of emotions, and she can handle them all. She’s very good at using them for good. 

who is physically stronger?

The Doctor, naturally. But he never uses his full strength against Clara on purpose. 

who is more likely to break a bone?

The Doctor, and has done so multiple times and then comes to Clara about it. But he doesn’t say anything at first, and then he’s casually just like ‘oh yeah I’ve broken my wrist’ and looks at her with so much pain held back in his eyes. 

who knows best what to say to upset the other?

Clara knows exactly how to upset him. The Doctor mostly just upsets her without realising, and he never really means to. 

who is most likely to apologise first after an argument?

The Doctor. He’s stubborn, but he loves her too much to not apologise, especially since it’s usually an accidental upsetting on his part that caused it. 

who treats who’s wounds more often?

Clara treats his wounds a lot. She’d like to say she’s used to it by now, but it never gets any easier. 

who is in constant need of comfort?

Honestly, the Doctor. He doesn’t show it and he doesn’t ask for it, but Clara knows. 

who gets more jealous?

The Doctor. Especially attention-jealous. He wants all of her attention.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?

Clara. If things get too intense, she’ll walk out. 

who will propose?

The Doctor. He plans it for weeks in advance, and writes out everything he’s going to say. Even with all the planning, he gets very nervous about it. 

who has the most difficult parents?

Clara’s stepmother isn’t too keen on the Doctor, and will happily insult him to his face and say he’s too old.

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?

Clara, but the Doctor does when either of them are scared or when they’re in danger.

who hogs the blankets?

The Doctor for sure. He says he isn’t tired and probably won’t go to sleep, and half an hour later he’s stolen all of the blankets and made a Doctor-nest and fallen asleep. 

who gets more sad?

The Doctor gets sad when he can’t save everyone, and Clara gets sad for him and when she can’t help. They’re sad together, often. 

who is better at cheering the other up?

Both in different ways. Clara is very good at getting him to smile when he doesn’t feel like he can, and the Doctor is great at distracting her from whatever was making her sad. 

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

Clara. The Doctor makes terrible, slap-worthy puns. 

who is more streetwise?

Clara. The Doctor may have more experience, but that won’t stop him going up to a random stranger and talking to them. 

who is more wise?

The Doctor. At over 2000 years old, you would expect so. 

who’s the shyest?

He would never admit it, but the Doctor. Clara is more open with her feelings. 

who boasts about the other more?

The Doctor tells everyone about his tiny wife. “Clara would say this,” “Clara would do that,” “Clara is really smart, did I mention?” 

who sits on who’s lap?

They both try. Clara can successfully sit on his lap. The Doctor has more difficulty getting comfortable, and usually ends up sprawled across her. 

who hogs the duvet

As said before, the Doctor. Clara tries (and fails) to steal it back, so she joins him in his Doctor-nest. 

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

The Doctor. Except he texts like every 10 minutes if he’s not busy. 

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

The Doctor brings her the most unusual space gifts, but Clara often makes things for him that make him so so happy. 

who gets up first in the morning

It’s pretty equal, but if they were cuddling when they woke up, the Doctor tries to keep her trapped in bed with him because he’s too comfortable to want to let her go. This usually results in a tickle fight, which the Doctor loses easily. 

who suggests new things in bed

The Doctor. He’s 2000 years old, come on. He knows a lot of things. 

who cries at movies

They both do, but the Doctor cries at the cheesy ones. 

who gives unprompted massages

Clara. She’s very sweet about it, and he thanks her by cooking dinner later on. 

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Clara fusses majorly. He insists he’s fine for as long as possible, and then literally collapses. She pretends not to be internally panicking about him, though. 

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Clara. The Doctor catches her singing in the shower sometimes. 

who collects something unusual

Clara collects things from their adventures, even if that thing sometimes happens to be a rock. 

who takes the longest to get ready

Clara. She insists on being prepared for everything. 

who is the most tidy and organised

Clara. The Doctor is the opposite of tidy and organised. 

who gets most excited about the holidays

The Doctor surprises Clara by being very excited to spend holidays with her. Especially Halloween. He loves Halloween, but always ends up eating too many sweets. 

who is the big spoon/little spoon

The Doctor loves being the little spoon, but refuses to call it that. Clara thinks it’s ironic that she, the tiniest one, is the big spoon. But she loves it. 

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Clara. If she doesn’t win, she insists on a rematch. 

who starts the most arguments

Clara, due to her control freak nature and the Doctor’s tendency to be an idiot. 

who suggests that they buy a pet

Clara. She really wants a cat.

what couple traditions they have

They do morning kisses and goodnight kisses, both very specific. Every Christmas, the Doctor lifts Clara up so she can put the star on the top of the tree. 

what tv shows they watch together

They probably watch Britain’s Got Talent so they can laugh at the contestants. And then they have their own fake talent show where the Doctor plays guitar and Clara sings, and then they do a dancing act together which is purposely really bad. 

what other couple they hang out with

Bill and Heather, in some kind of AU. Or nobody. They enjoy being just with each other. 

how they spend time together as a couple

Cuddling, adventuring, cooking, sleeping…they spend as much time together as possible. 

who made the first move

Clara. The Doctor is too nervous for that. 

who brings flowers home

The Doctor. Clara displays them on her table. 

who is the best cook

Clara is the best cook, the Doctor is the best baker. They know, they’ve had contests.