#next thing you know they’ll be playing uno

[simp4eshal]

Have you ever tried this one?

Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

description: everyone knows that when in Paris, seeing the Eiffel Tower is a must. But once you and the boys get there, it’s raining so hard going out of the hotel is not an option. Seeing you all sad, the boys come up with an idea: if they can’t bring you to the Eiffel Tower, they’ll bring the Eiffel Tower to you!

warning; smut obvi, threesome, double penetration, Eiffel Tower lmaooo, creampie , soft dom jk and tae, kinda brat reader (she just really wanted to see the Eiffel Tower), jk took a video, slight impact play?, annnnd lemme know if there’s more I forgot

You were excited to say the least. Excited to be in Paris, excited to travel with your best friends. Maybe a bit too excited, to the point where you might have ruined your plans by constantly yapping about it and setting extremely high expectations for yourself.

Because now you were sitting in the five stars hotel suite, Taehyung to your right playing with your hand, and Jungkook to your left slowly running his hand up and down your thigh in an effort to comfort you. The light and repetitive sound of the rain cascading down your windows was the only thing filling the loud silence of your room.

You usually loved the rain. But you guys only had two days to spend in Paris, and now you can’t even go out because of the weather?

« You know, maybe it was for the best. The Eiffel Tower is kind of overrated… »

You shot a glare at Taehyung as you heard his velvety voice break the uncomfortable silence of the room.

« Of course you’ll say that, smart ass. Your whole life is in Paris, don’t piss me off. »

He frowns at your tone and keeps on playing with your fingers, clearly not in the mood to argue with you. Next to you, jungkook also frowns.

« Hey, that’s not nice. Just because you’re upset about not going out today doesn’t mean you should talk to hyung that way. »

He was right. You knew he was right, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter excuses to the silent boy beside you, even though you felt sorry for the way you snapped at him. You kept your gaze in the floor, avoiding both their gaze settling on you.

Taehyung seemed to notice the creeping remorse taking over you, and ever the cutie pie, he placed his hand on your shoulder and directed a small smile your way.

« We can go tomorrow, angel. I swear it’ll be as fun. » His gaze danced over your features when your sour face didn’t seem to change. He looked at Jungkook, hoping for him to help him.

Taking the hint, jungkook stopped his caress on your thigh for a split second.

« We can always do something else! You know, those personality quizz that you love so much….or! I have a game of uno in my backpack. » The bunny looking boy kept buzzing beside you at the idea of the three of you playing a game together, but Taehyung kept his gaze on you, weighing your options.

Finally, you said something.

« I’m sorry…. I know that i’m being a big baby about this, but this was going to be my first time ever seeing the Eiffel Tower…. I wanted to see it today…. »

As the last words escape your mouth, you slowly lean toward Taehyung, nuzzling at his side with your legs now fully spread across Jungkook’s ones. Both their heartbeat seems to skip a beat at the same time, and they shared a silent, tension filled looked.

Sure, you guys were best friends. But Taehyung and Jungkook never, never denied how attractive you were, in general and to them particularly. And now here you sat, squished between the both of them in those ridiculously short shorts and thin tank top, your ass literally in Jungkook’s face and your boobs in Taehyung’s.

A beat of silence passed. Then an idea merged in Tae’s brain, slow and tentative.

His hands, once by his side, now rested on your stomach. He gave a punctuated look at Jungkook's way, urging him to continue his ministrations on your thighs. Jungkook obliged, seemingly grappling with the idea.

« Mhm… I’m sorry to hear that angel, I really am. But you know, if going to the Eiffel Tower is not an option…. »

His words resonated close to your ear. By the time you realized how close his lips indeed were from your neck, he was already kissing his way up to your cheek.

You felt weird. Even weirder when Jungkook’s hands seemed to go higher than they usually would, his touch more present, less friendly. Sure you guys were touchy on a daily basis, but never like this, right?

You suddenly realized that Taehyung never went on with his sentence.

« Tae…? »

You could hear his smile against your ear as suddenly the feeling of his fingers over your perked nipple made you shift your focus. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to react, but you knew one thing: you liked that.

« If we cannot bring you to the Eiffel Tower, angel, we might as well bring the Eiffel Tower to you, don’t you think? »

You felt your body heat up. Now Jungkook had managed to get on his knees in front of you, right in between your thighs, and his eyes held a certain playfulness as they met yours. His hands grew bolder and bolder, now gripping at them hem of your short, and you remembered that you in fact did not have panties on. Oh God.

« Say something baby. » Jungkook’s voice almost seemed innocent, but you knew better. « You wanted the Eiffel Tower so bad, remember? We’re offering a solution to your problem. What do you say? »

Right. You had to react some way.

As you felt Taehyung’s hands fully cup your breast, you knew that the only possible answer would be yes. So you nodded.

Taehyung sighed « Words, angel. Use your words. »

Rolling your eyes a bit, you let out something you probably shouldn’t have. « Don’t you know what nodding up and down means? »

They both stopped for a second, Tae’s hands almost leaving your body.

« Say sorry. » his voice resonated, deep and velvety.

Hearing no answer for you, Jungkook’s hand suddenly found your heat and landed a slap there. You jolted.

« Say sorry. Now. »

You held his gaze, tempted to keep quiet, but the building fire in you forced you to apologize just so you could feel his hands again.

« M’sorry, taetae. »

With immense relief, you saw his hand slowly move down toward your short.

« How sorry angel? Tell me more, and maybe I’ll ask Jubgkookie to slap that pretty pussy of yours again. »

Soaked. You were soaked. And your arousal kept on burning you alive as his hand truly went down, passing the barrier of your clothing article, cupping your heated and dripping cunt. You moaned.

« Sorry enough to forget about the Eiffel Tower. » you muttered, finally glad that you were not out at the moment .

Jungkook chuckled « Forget about the Eiffel Tower? But baby, I thought you wanted it so bad. To be honest, I want it too now. »

With his words, he fully took your shorts off, and Taehyung’s fingers started tracing lazy circles around your clit. Before you could fully register what was happening, Jungkook was fully undressed in front of you, and Taehyung seemed to be shifting around behind you.

« Now be a good girl and take your top of for us. » resonated the velvety voice behind you.

Too far gone and missing the contact that was present three seconds ago between your thighs, you hurried to do so. Taehyung used the opportunity to get rid of his own cloths.

Now here you were, on the hotel bed, posted in between your two best friends, the three of you completely naked.

« Get on all fours for me baby. » Jungkook’s grin was pure malice as he watched you doing so, your mouth dangerously close to his erect member, big and heated.

You felt Taehyung hands run down your back as your mouth opened, and without wasting any second, Jungkook’s cock slowly started to sink into the hole.

You were so wet you could feel the arousal dripping down your thigh, and Taehyung kneading your ass was not helping. You struggled to keep up with Jungkook’s slow but deep thrusts, solely focusing on making him feel good.

You were in fact so focused, you didn’t notice Taehyung until you felt his head slowly push into your heat.

You moaned loudly against Jungkook’s shaft, willing to stop and look what was happening behind you, but Jungkook grabbed your jaw and forced you to maintain eye contact.

« Not so fast baby. Remember what we talked about? Eiffel Tower? »

You were not sure you were hearing him correctly. Taehyung was settling deep inside your cunt, and you felt like you could not think, could not breath, but God you never wanted it to stop.

The slow drag of both of their cocks, in separate holes at that, drove you completely crazy, and you almost fell down when you noticed them picking up their pace, in and out, in and out, in unison.

You felt your climax impending. There was no way you were going to stay up. Sensing it, one of Taehyung’s hands landed on your hip, stabilizing you.

Jungkook locked eyes with him, and a smile formed on his face. Replicating the same smile, Taehyung lifted his other hand right above his head, slightly inclined in Jungkook’s direction.

Jungkook’s hand joined his in a high five right above you, and both of them exploded in a fit of giggles, their thrusts faltering.

Sensing their attention drifting away from you, you clenched around Tae’s cock and sucked Jungkook in deeper as vengeance. Both their attention returned to you, the pleasure overcoming their little joke.

The cadence picked up, and you were dangerously tipping over the edge.

« Come on angel. Come for me, hm? Come for us. We got you what you wanted, might as well get us what we want. » Tae’s words were punctuated by the slow glade of his fingers against your clit and Jungkook’s hand wrapping against your throat, and just like that, you lost it.

Your orgasm raked through you with such electricity, silence resonated in your head but you knew that the sounds coming out of your mouth were muffled, yes, but far from silent.

Your cunt was spasming hard against Taehyung, and he felt himeself almost giving in. What was he waiting for, he didn’t know, but he was waiting for something.

Tired and wanting your mouth to finally relax, you put all of your last energy into sucking and twirling your tongue against Jungkook’s head, making him cum in a matter of seconds.

When he slowly got his dick out of your mouth, your upper body gave in, putting your body in a very accentuated arch, your ass and hips only held by Taehyung’s hands.

Said man then suddenly picked up his pace, fast and almost violent, searching his high. He was on edge, and he knew that only a few thrusts would suffice for him to unload in your laminated cunt.

« Tae….Tae please…ah »

Your words became a blur to the both of you as he finalley reached his high hearing his name flow out of your mouth, his semen coating your walls.

Jungkook who was until then silent, slowly crept up next to the two of you with his phone in hand. Giving a look to Taehyung, he asked you.

« Can I take a video baby? You creamed hyung so good…. »

Fucked out of your mind, all you could manage was three desperate but curt nods.

« Tsk tsk tsk, words angel » Taehyung’s voice was sarcastic, knowing deep down that you were too tired to argue.

And he was right, because the next words flew out of your mouth without a care in the world.

« Yes, yes please do it…. »

Smiling, Jungkook turned his camera on and directed where you and Taehyung were still connected. Deliberately slow, he slid out of your creamy and drippy cunt, the mix of both your and his release insanely erotic, dirty even.

When both of them were done, Taehyung got up to find wet towels as Jungkook enveloped you in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and caressing your arms.

You were now clean, exhausted but content. As the three of you lay on fresh bed sheets, ready to go to sleep, Taehyung pipped in.

« We’ll still go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow right? »

« Yep. »

« Definitely. »

[joanofexys]

OCs?

random fun facts?

- Merrick and Jude are the first openly queer couple in professional exy. Their team makes it semi-finals and they fully tackle each other and make out on the court

- Florian has a prosthetic solely for stickers. It’s not the one he usually wears but kids tend to be obsessed with it so if he’s doing any sort of press stuff where he knows there will be kids, bam stickered up prosthetic. Many of the stickers come from teammates kids or siblings.

- Emiko almost solely listens to FOB and MCR. Good luck getting her to put on anything else. And if she’s driving you’re listening to her music.

- Angel does have one of Phoebe’s drawings tattooed on him.

- Ilya volunteers at his local shelter. Despite this Ilya and Flor’s first cat doesn’t come from the shelter. She jumps in Flor’s car when he’s leaving the court at night and he has to take her home. Even though he had been telling Ilya he didn’t want a pet.

- Anytime he’s in town and agrees to go to Eden’s with the monsters, Florian has a single drink and promptly naps on Neil or Andrew the entire time. Baby boy is a homebody

- Mara’s favorite animals are turtles. Aquarium dates are the dream.

- Merrick is better with kids than Jude is. Jude’s great with kids but they just flock to Merr.

- Merr’s love language is bullying and a lot of people wonder how the fuck he and Jude ended up together (“why the fuck are you wearing that eyesore at 8 in the morning?”, “sorry I don’t kiss losers” (said as he is letting Jude pull him in a kiss), etc)

- Flor’s favorite song is Helena

- Ilya’s a big of silent films when he needs to stare at a screen and zone out and he manages to get Flor a little bit into them (good for sensory overload)

- Get that boy (Florian) a pair of noise cancelling headphones

- Emiko and Florian are the two who tend to argue the most. They’ll get into full blown screaming matches on the court

- Angel is very sure he’ll never have/never wants to have another kid. Phoebe’s the greatest thing to happen to him but he’d never willing do it all over again

- Jude’s tendency to not realize when people are into him physically or romantically also transfers to his platonic relationships. He is fully unaware of how many friends he has

- Merrick has never lost a game of Clue and Jude refuses to play with him until he figures out how Merr’s cheating

- The US Court has been banned from playing Uno as a form of team bonding

- Florian on bad pain days where he can’t wear his prosthetic still shows up to practices. He sits on the bench in pjs with a blanket and suffers. Stubborn asshole

- Flor plays a game shortly after a breaking wrist. Nobody knows how he got cleared to play. He scored the winning goal and immediately got benched for the next month cause the shakiness in his hand the bruising was not pretty

- Jude collects comic books

- Mara is a Kesha girly

- Florian let Mara pierce his nose at 3 am after they had both had a few shots. He loves it now, but the morning after he had never felt so much dread.

- Harper was on the robotics team in high school

- Emeryk has terrible insomnia. He regularly pulls all nighters and spends most nights on the couch watching a documentary or listening to a podcast

[garb-rage]

“So what if it’s raining!” | Kyle Broflovski x Gn!Reader | PT. 1

🛼 - Summary - Sheila and Gerald Broflovski had planned a date night the weekend of, and set Kyle in charge of babysitting Ike. Kyle, getting extremely bored, invited you over to help and hang out with the two brothers.

- Pairing(s) - Kyle Broflovski x reader

🛼 - Reader Info- reader LOVES rain, unestablished relationship, mutual unspoken crush, fluff kind of, Reader and Kyle are 18!

- Warnings - Canadian character (ike) 😨

🛼 - NOTE - Hey hey! I’ll have part two posted in a day or so, hope this is alright so far! 😁 also this isn’t proofread so I’ll have to do that in a bit 💀

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“UNO!”

There’s no fucking way.

You groaned.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you flopped backwards onto the rugged carpet of the Broflovski household in defeat. Your cards flew everywhere, uncaring of the slight mess made.

“Of course, just my luck” You huffed, shifting your head away from the boys sitting before you.

There wasn’t anything you despised more than playing card games with that of Kyle fuckin Broflovski, a teen-prodigy at whatever the hell game you guys decided to bring out next. Despite the “luck”-based system of the current one standing before you on the coffee table, you could have sworn there was some sort of “master-mind” strategy to the entire schtick. It was Uno for goodness sake. It had to have been a set up. He had to have…peered into the future or something.

Whatever.

With an award winning smile, and eyebrows that signaled two-sided pity, Kyle couldn’t help but shrug at your sour attitude. He laughed before he could mutter any apologies, cleaning up the cards littered around your body. “Sorry dude, but I warned you not to play Uno with me. Ike already knows, yet you just had to drag him into this game, huh?”

As if on cue, his little brother pretended to let out a shrill cry of shared defeat.

You sat back up, comforting Ike’s dramatics and ruffled his hair. You stared daggers at Kyle, who was still smugly shuffling through the mass of card games scattered about. It was an outrage. “I’m SORRY! I thought you were all talk dude! The past seven other games were nothing but PLANNED SCHEMES BY YOU! Go-fish, UNO, whatever, you just won them all!”

He scoffed, not looking up at you once. “Guess we’re not counting Ike’s win at solitaire, then?”

All you could do was lovingly punch Kyle, and roll your eyes. He jumped back and laughed a defensive “HEY!” before he could have been attacked any further. Ike cheered, you stood up, and the red-head pretended to cower in fear on the floor, forgetting any of the cards he had been previously sorting. “Smartass” you muttered with a grin.

“Yeah, smartass!” Ike mirrored.

Oh lord, neither of you were the paragon of what the boy should have been looking up to, and it showed. Kyle and you laughed before you crouched back down to help clean up the card games. Your friend sighed, rolling his eyes in a half-assed scold. “Don’t repeat that to mom and dad, Ike, they’ll kill me.”

Smartass? You quirked your eyebrows up in confusion, tilting your head slightly at the notion. “Kill you? I mean, come on, He’s old enough now, it’s not like he doesn’t know things.” You joked, side-eyeing Kyle while putting away the final boxes of the card games. He sighed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head as if recalling a troubling memory. “Yeah, but you haven’t seen our mom when she hears that type of stuff, she goes crazy. So honestly, it’s best if he just stops using that-“

Just then, cutting him off, the lights of the household shut off without any warning. A flash outside the windows rumbled the friendly peace between the three, signaling any nearby residents of an unexpected thunderstorm. Blanketed in sudden darkness, a certain little boy screamed, and ran into an unsuspecting wall.

“Of course, goddammit…UGHHH. A thunderstorm? Really? Hold on guys, give me a second-” Kyle exclaimed, hurriedly fumbling around his pockets for a phone. He grumbled while your excitement suddenly shone through an inky, housed darkness. Finding your phone before your frazzled friend could, you happily tapped the screen and went straight towards the flashlight function. “It’s ok Ike, I’ve got you, don’t run into anymore walls, please.”

A boom, a thunderous crash, and a harrowing plummet of thick drops pelted the house as the little boy hid behind your legs in childish fear.

Storms like these weren’t uncommon in South Park, no, but it felt like it had been forever since the last one wreaked havoc onto the little town, and you always looked forward to them. Despite the setbacks of, well, almost all power going out across town, it was always worth it for the refreshing moments of an insane storm.

“It’s ok Kyle I’ve got my phone now- Ike, dude we should check out the storm! I haven’t seen one like this in AGES!”

Phone now in hand and sporting a tired look of disinterest, Kyle aptly declined. “No. No way, sorry. It’s raining. Shit like this ruins my hair like crazy, and now I’ve got to wait for our stupid power to come back on.” He muttered. Thankfully for you, you had a problem caring, and swiftly walked towards the entrance of the back door, much to your friend’s dismay.

“So what if it’s raining! What comes AFTER a storm is the most beautiful thing ever to look forward to!” You turned back, shifting your gaze towards the two brothers, grinning like a mad man.

As if to compliment your joy, another shattering flash of crisp thunder filled the air, illuminating the rain waiting outside of the Broflovski household. “You’re crazy.” Kyle simply stated, unblinking and unmoving. “I hate how dark our house is.” Was all Ike blathered, moving closer to his brother.

The sway against the boys wasn’t enough, yet despite this, you knew they were going to get FOMO sooner or later with how treacherous the noises outside were. So, without saying another word and a knowing smile, you opened the door to the backyard and ran around as if your life depended on it. And boy, was it worth it. You couldn’t hear the frustrated call of your name over the sound of icy threads weaving the air and sinking into the ground all around you. Laughing and circling around the now mushy grass, a wonderful wave of cold shivered throughout your body, igniting a beautiful adrenaline only such weather could unlock.

“DUDE! YOU’RE GOING TO CATCH A COLD!” You heard over the loudness of the rain. Turning around, you saw what appeared to be a disgruntled silhouette holding a shoddy phone-flashlight, and a stern look chiseled onto the features of a displeased red-head. A typical stance to see him in, and not the last time you’d see it either. Your water-lodged eyes spottet a shorter shadow peering around the taller one, slightly illuminated by the faint light of an IPhone, obviously curious about the weather before him.

Pretending not to hear Kyle, you joyously beckoned Ike over to the backyard, hands outstretched and drenched in water. You grinned, still uncaring of the shivering circumstances.

“COME ONNN, I KNOW YOU GUYS WANT TO! LOOK HOW MUCH FUN IM HAVING OUT HERE!” You spun around and laughed. “SOOOO MUCH FUN!”

Not even a moment passed by before you saw the smaller shadow jolting towards the backyard. Of course! You knew IKE would at least eventually cave, and how could you resist rain like this! The weather was sure to ruin any tidiness the two of you held; tangled hair and drenched clothing, leaving behind frantic smiles plastered onto the faces outside. It was horrifyingly comical, much to the chagrin of Kyle.

And honestly, huge win for you, because now that you had won over your friend’s little brother, the two of you were UNSTOPPABLE!

“IKE NO!- Oh my god…”

PT 1. | PT. 2

[decapolicemoment]

Operation Carlvard

or How to get your stupid friends together who act more like a couple than actual couples you’ve seen

Being close to your best friend is normal.

Being that close isn’t.

Now, when she first met the two, seeing them bounce ideas off each other and talk made her come to two conclusions.

They already knew each other.

 They were boyfriends.

A short talk with Carl told her that only one of those things is true. 

It made no sense, they acted as if they were dating for years, but they insist that they’re simply friends, which confuses her to no end. Sure, shipping your friends is odd, but if they wanted her to think they weren’t dating, they needed to act differently.

The two seemed clueless about the other’s feelings for the other, which baffles her because how?? Do neither of them hear the way they talk or see how they look at eachother? You would think one of them would have asked the other out, but Harvard can’t handle an emotional talk to save his life and she doubts Carl realizes he’s bi.

So, if those two idiots can’t get together by themselves, it’s up to everyone else to get them together.

“Which is why I have proposed Operation Carlvard,” Manimani finished, ending her slideshow. She, Mikey, and Zhang were all in her apartment, the males sitting on her couch. 

“Carlvard? Seriously?” Zhang questioned, raising an eyebrow at the name. 

“You come up with something.” After getting no response, she continued, “I can’t stand their pining, we need to get them together. At least if they act all lovey-dovey they’ll actually be a couple.”

“I don’t know…” Mikey rested his head on his hand, leaning forward to look at her. “Maybe they are just good friends.”

“They’re roommates Mikey. Roommates. They are not just good friends.” She put her laptop down as she paced. “Did you see those two last week? When we had that sleepover.”

“No?”

“They were cuddling! Like arms around each other. Neither mentioned it the next day, but both still swear they aren’t together. Hoping that they get together themselves is wistful thinking, and we don’t step in, they’re doomed.” She flopped down on the couch between them, dramatically putting a hand to her head.

“Alright alright,” Zhang moved her other arm closer to her, “What’s your plan?”

“I’m so glad you asked!”

 3 Ways to get your friends together:

1.

Slow days at the station were uncommon, yet the past week had been filled with them. The SIU rookie team was relaxing in the break room, piles of paperwork put aside to make way for snacks and card games. It was mostly silent, the air conditioner being the loudest thing in the room. Everyone was concentrating on the cards in front of them. 

Mikey glaced to the side, trying to guess what Mani would put down next as she sat in thought. She had the least cards in her hand, and smiled as she removed one from her hand, placing it on top of the red card in the middle of the deck. 

“Uno! Color’s green.” She tapped the deck of face down cards, waiting for Mikey to pick up what he owed. Yet she had a look in her eye, one that told him he had to put down the draw 2 he was given by her, in order to make Harvard quit. 

“If we do this right, he’ll already have too many cards. He draws more, he has to quit, and you know the rules if someone quits. So just make sure you have a plus 2 or plus 4 on you.”

He chuckled, moving her arm to place the green plus 2 he had in his deck. The plan was faulty, there being way too many ways it wouldn’t work, but she was convinced it would. He still wasn’t completely on board with her trying to play matchmaker, and if he blew up in their faces, he could always blame Mani.

“Sorry Zhang, but I’m not taking that.”

“Not my problem,” he said as he placed down a  blue plus 2. 

“Sorry Carl, but you gotta take it.” A plus four was placed on top of everything, a sly smile on Harvard’s face.

“You can’t do that!” Carl exclaimed from next to him, grabbing the card and sliding it back to him.

“Someone doesn’t know how to play UNO.”

“Plus two on a four works, but not the other way around.”

“It literally does, those are the rules. If it’s a multiple of 4 you can place one down.”

“Now you’re bringing math into this, just take your eight.”

“You mean, your twelve?”

“Just. Take. The. Cards.”

“Guys guys, it’s not that serious. Carl, you gotta take 12. Or, of course, you could just quit. You are almost at 20 cards,” Mani reasoned, hoping that he took the bait. It wasn’t that she originally planned, but it could still work in her favor.

“Sure, I’ll quit. But that means you have to take the twelve now,” he said, sitting back down in his chair. He was right, with him out, it fell on Mani to take what he had to. She gasped, realizing her slight mistake. Sulkingly, she drew twelve cards, the color changing back to red.

“So, if you could date anyone at the station, who would it be?”

“Huh?!”

“You heard me. Quitter rules are rules, unless you wanna do a dare instead.”

He rested his head on his palm, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Well, I mean…,”

“If you were a girl, I’d date you, Harvard.”

Oh?

Everyone but Carl himself seemed to know he was bisexual, but he was not expecting Mani to actually be right. That there was a chance he had a crush.

But did Harvard feel the same?

“Oh really? I’d date you too, if I was a girl of course.” He looked…

crushed? like he wasn’t expecting that answer? No..

disappointed.

He kept his smile though, as if he was simply bantering with Carl, who smiled back at him.

Mikey turned to see Mani’s reaction, who seemed a minute away from crashing out. She looked at the two of them, then back at Mikey and Zhang, as if she was saying, ‘Are you seeing this shit?’

She might have been onto something…

2.

Mani must have been on a semi-lucky streak this week, because her plan seemed to start to work without her even interfering.

“If we set them up on a date, it might push them into getting together,” she explained, pulling up normal date locations.

“This feels like a last resort. Don’t we want one of them to ask the other on a date instead of one of us putting them together?”

“No no no, we’ll give one of them the idea, and he’ll ask the other. I have tickets to a movie, I can give them to Harvard and get him to ask Carl.”

When she went to give him the tickets, she was told no, much to her surprise.

“Sorry, I already have plans that day.”

“Oh?”

“What’s with the shock?”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to have plans, that’s all. Whatchu doin?”

“Why do you wanna know?” He squinted, starting to regret even mentioning that he was doing something.

“Can’t I be curious? Why so mysterious?” 

“I’m just hanging out with Carl, nothing to be curious about.”

She nodded, making a mental note to ask Zhang for help later.

“You done with your interrogation now?” 

“Yeah sure, have fun with Carl~,” she walked past him, Harvard staring at her until she was out of sight. 

“That place was good, where’d you even find it?” The two were walking back from the small restaurant they dined at. Carl moved closer to Harvard, resting his head shortly on his shoulder.

“Saw it while I was running errands, looked like a good place to eat at.”

“Well, thanks for inviting me out. If I didn’t know any better, I would think it’s a date,” he laughed, lightly elbowing Carl. 

“Dude, we eat together every day, of course I would take you.”

“Isn’t it odd that we’ve gone on better dates than most people we know?”

“You don’t know many people.”

“Touché.” He grabbed his phone from his pocket, checking the time. “Still though, we’ve taken each other on a lot of dates together.”

“Yeah, but so do Mani and Mikey. They go on little friendship dates all the time.”

“True. Have they been good dates though?” A cheeky grin spread across his face, as he leaned into him.

“Yeah. If I’m being honest, they’re probably some of the best,” he chuckled, thinking about the past dates he’s been on.

“Oh? Am I one of the best people you’ve been on a date with?”

“Hmm, maybe top 3.”

“Ouch, you wound me. Not even top 2?”

“Maybe,” he got cut off by Harvard’s phone vibrating. He checked it, the smile wiped off his face before he shut it off. 

“Forgot to charge it, I’ll do it when we get home.” He waved it before putting it back in his pocket.

“Well, am I one of the best people you’ve been on a date with?”

“You’re the only person, so I guess you win by default.” He shrugged, the smile back.

“Winning by default; the best way to win.” The two laughed, not realizing how close they were. His lips were right next to Carl’s cheek, as he felt his cheeks heat up. He turned to face him, realization hitting him as well.

“Can I…?” Carl’s hands shook a little as Harvard nodded, slightly picking up what he was implying. His lips gently pressed into his, arms wrapping around Harvard’s head. Worry coursed through his veins, wondering if he shouldn’t have done this until he felt Harvard kiss him back. 

When he pulled away, he gasped for air, his entire body feeling warm, not just his face. “So…”

“Can I kiss you again?” They kissed again, more confidently this time. When they split, both were grinning hard, uncertainty still on both of their faces.

“Are we dating now?” Carl whispered, embarrassment filling his body for doing this in public.

“If you want to.”

“What makes you think I don’t? Can I..”

“How about you wait for us to get home?” They were almost at their car, and when they got there, Harvard dramatically opened the door for him, getting a snort out of Carl as the two prepared to drive back. 

“Should we tell the others?”

“Mm, nah.”

Her phone was blowing up next to her, as she rubbed her eyes. She grabbed her phone, seeing missed messages from Harvard.

catboy: Mani

catboy: Mani

catboy: Mani wtf

catboy: Manimani

catboy: Manimani Manoa

catboy: if you don’t answer I will show up to your house

bunnimani: omg can i not sleep

catboy: sure when you tell me why you bugged my phone

Shit, he found out. She had a suspicion that he realized when it suddenly stopped working.

bunnimani: no clue what ur own about

catboy: cut the shit i alr asked zhang

bunnimani: snitch

bunnimani: erm

bunnimani: it was his idea blame him not me ☹️

catboy: it was not his idea be so fr

bunnimani: im sorry 😢 😢

bunnimani: curiosity killed the cat (lol) and satisfaction brought it back so i had to know

catboy: and you couldn’t js ask??

bunnimani: ermmmm

bunnimani: you wouldn’t have told me it was the easiest way 😭😭

catboy: cause it’s none of ur business

bunnimani: always so secretive smh

bunnimani: did anything happen??

catboy: no we js hung out

bunnimani: sighh 

catboy: ???

bunnimani: you wanted smt to happen didn’t u

catboy: go back to sleep

bunnimani: u can’t avoid ur feelings 🗣️

            Catboy has muted the conversation 

She snickered before getting out of bed. Plans 1 and 2 failed; it was time for the final plan.

3.

Carl didn’t know the full story, just to keep their relationship a secret for now. It’s not that So when Mani came up to him, a smirk on her face, he knew he was about to be even more confused.

“Heyyy,” she caught up with him, patting him on the back. “I have a new bet for you.”

Oh god.

Whenever she had something new to bet on, he knew she already had something up her sleeve, to take it with caution. 

“What’s up?”

“$20 if you ask out Harvard by the end of the day.”

“Huh?!”

“Listen,” she sighed, removing her hand from his back, “we all know you like him, and everyone knows he does too, so can yall just hurry up and take him out?”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“Then you owe me $20, that simple.”

She didn’t know.

This was an easy bet, he didn’t have to do a thing and it’s an easy $20. 

“Deal.”

“Alright alright, hopefully I’m giving you $20 today.”

“I mean, you can give me it right now.”

“Hell no.”

+1

Carl took the bait hook line and sinker.

Now, all she had to do was wait for him to tell her that they’re going on an actual date and her plan would be complete. Sure, she’s losing $20, but that’s barely anything when it comes to love.

The end of the day came by faster than she expected, and she quickly met up with Carl to see whether or not he succeeded. He was packing his bag when she found him, Harvard nowhere to be seen.

“Soo?” She leaned on the table, hoping she would hear what she wanted to hear.

“What?”

“Do I owe you or nah?”

“Oh yeah, I asked him out,” he answered, holding his hand out. The enthusiasm she thought he would have was gone, replaced by exhaustion, which made sense. Still, a small smile was on his face as she received the money.

“Carl, you ready to go?” Harvard strolled over to the two of them, lighting up the moment he saw him. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” He waved to her, walking off while holding Harvard’s hand and-

Wait what?

Carl’s hand was intertwined with Harvard’s, neither acknowledging it or looking awkward. Even if he asked him on a date, there’s no way they would do that already unless…..

Carl turned back to Mani before going through the doorway, and she realized

She’d been played

The two of them were already together beforehand. 

Well, if it worked it worked she supposed.

Even if she got cheated out of $20

[hibiscusheir]

Katsuki Bakugo x shy!Reader

a/n: more mha since it's fresh in my brain TwT- also! i have a request I am working on!! if you have any more, feel free to send them to me! i also can answer questions if you have any :]

Genre: Fluff

Pronouns: No specific ones are mentioned, can be taken as fem, masc, or gn :)

Contains: Bakugo x Reader, Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader

CW: Cursing, probably very OOC, reader has a bit of social anxiety, bit of overthinking, self indulgent ngl, mention of alcohol

Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki had invited you to hang out with the two of yours's group of friends, the Bakusquad. Mina and Denki had it all planned out: all of you would meet up in Katsuki's room at six o'clock PM (6pm) and play card games, eat snacks, drink a little bit of alcohol (at least until you all got tipsy), and overall have fun.

"I dunno, Katsu..." You had replied to his 'invite', knowing well you could only handle so much social interaction in one day.

"If you need to leave, just give me the word. I don't care if they'll miss us, you're more important to me. But at least try." His words were soft, not pointed like they usually were. It made you sigh and nod your head.

You all met up and began the festivities that night by playing Uno. The usual events were happening; Katsuki yelling at Eijirou and Denki for supposedly cheating at the game; Mina and Hanta dominating the game; you were watching it all unveil.

You had noticed your anxiety beginning to spike as you spoke less and less as the night continued after the game was over. No one had really taken notice of this, besides Katsuki who held your hand for a moment, looked you in the eyes, and let go, continuing on talking to Eijirou. It wasn't until Mina asked you a question that things began to go downhill.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Do you want a drink? We've got whiskey, tequila, wine... we could probably go find something else if you want?" She tilted her head to the side holding her own glass of wine.

"Uh..." you paused, unsure of what to say. It was a school night, and you probably shouldn't be drinking in the first place. But would they think you were lame? You had known all of them for a few months since you started dating Katsuki, but there was still a possibility. "N-No thanks, I'm alright-!"

Denki scoffed, "Lame!" but swiftly murmured an apology as Katsuki smacked him upside the head. Everyone laughed but you. You were stuck in your own head. Of course, you were lame. How could you fit into this group? You shouldn't have even come, you knew this would turn out badly. You knew-

"I'm turning in for the night with (Y/N). You guys continue," Katsuki announced to the group, standing up and walking over to you. He held out a hand for you to grab and pull yourself up. You did and he led you to the door, still holding on. No one protested and simply said goodbye. "You looked spaced out back there. You probably didn't realize it, but you were shaking. You do that when you're anxious," he didn't look at you and instead keep his gaze forward as you two walked down the hall to your dorm room. "They're annoying as hell. Don't beat yourself up about it, babe."

You smiled and leaned your head into his shoulder. When you finally reached your door, you opened it, pulled him inside, and kissed him softly as you shut it behind you. "Thank you, Katsu. It means the world to me."

He grumbled and kissed you again.

-

a/n: i’m actually so sorry this took so long to post- it’s been sitting in my drafts for like a month and i just had no motivation to write. at first it was gonna be a handful of characters x reader (separate) and then i narrowed it down to three and, again, had no motivation, so i just cut it off to bakugo. i still hope you enjoy this and hopefully it won’t happen next post :) also, refer to my oc post bc i may make a post about them <3

[traumacat800]

Every Kiss Begins With Kill Chapter 2 (NSFW)

Buckets of Bug Blood

OK OK BECAUSE OF YOU THE TIMELINE CHANGED BASICALLY. So, Bob never sees Lila and survives. He still eats ppl though, but the VAMPIRE GUY SURVIVES HE'S SO CUTE (/platonic) I'M SAD HE DIED 💔

my mutuals have been BEGGING on their KNEES for chapter 2 soooo here it is fr <3

Also Brazen (your dog) is really fucking smart, tbh everybody needs a Brazen. SHE LITERALLY CAN ONLY BARK LMFAOO 😭😭 and she’s STILL the voice of reason. LMAO rather the BARK of reason. The entire thing is so goofy to the point where it’s amazing and fits perfectly in the series fr

There’s smut in this chapter. But the midst of it will be in the third chapter or fourth. Reader is 18 btw, senior in hs. <3

TW:

Breaking in (although it isn’t treated as such) , mentions of bugs (you like bugs sm), Bob Velseb.

•

It was the day after Halloween.

You were sitting at home, Brazen was laying on the bed next to you. She’s completely recovered from her illness and was back to being her usual self. You ran your finger through her soft hair, god, you loved your dog so much. Brazen perked up at something but you didn’t notice. You were on ibisPaint at the moment, although you keep switching off if it to either change the music or go on TimeWatch (Tiktok) or SOMEHOW study for a test that you never remembered having. Your brain worked in weird ways, you supposed. Your headphones were one of your most prized possessions, at the moment, they weren’t helping you. 

At least that’s what Brazen thought, as she barked at the tall man with horns that was creeping in the backyard. You had told her about meeting a man with the description before. Unlike Brazen, you didn’t sleep downstairs. Which meant that you never had to sleep next to the loud ass Tv, that somehow only played the news. Brazen hated your ignorance about the subject or rather the fact that you thought a murderer was hot. Now that murderer was back, probably to end you. 

‘I don’t get paid enough for this, I don’t even get paid at all!’ Brazen thought. 

Brazen continued to bark at the man but he never hesitated in his attempt to get to you, somehow making his way up to your window. Brazen jumped down from the window, and ran to your bed. You still couldn’t hear her barking over your loud ass music. Brazen rolled her eyes before nipping at you. You jumped a bit, taking out your headphones. Brazen looked back, the window was open, the man was inside. 

“Did you know that Endocannibalism is just one of many forms of cannibalism?”

You jumped at his voice, one you were definitely not expecting. You turned around. It was the guy from yesterday, he was still in his costume. 

“Dude, where are you finding these weird facts? Also how the fuck did you get in my room?” 

He pointed at the window, his smile never faltered. You felt a bit concerned for him, did he have nowhere to sleep or maybe he had no friends? You frowned at that thought, even though he technically broke into your house. He was a little weird but so were you. I mean you liked bugs, your shelfs were littered with bug books. Plus, he didn’t seem to have any bad intentions. So, you shrugged it off, as usual.

“Hey what’s your name? Never got it yesterday.”

He hummed, thinking for a couple seconds.

“Bob” 

Brazen looked between the two of you, absolutely horrified at that sight. There’s no way you actually liked the murderer right? 

“I’m Y/n” 

You closed your window before looking back at him. 

“You know, you could’ve just knocked on the door. I would’ve let you in” 

Brazen huffed out a loud growl before leaving the room, probably going back downstairs. You closed the door behind her.

“Wanna play a game?” You asked, pointing to your video game console, he didn’t respond. So you went over to it, plugging in the second controller. He watched you curiously as you did so. Once you’d finally finished hooking up the game, you patted the spot next to you. His heavy footsteps filled the room as you sat waiting for him. He sat down, picking up the controller. You smiled at him, and you both played what was a very nice and gentle game of online Monopoly. 

Spoiler alert: 

It was not a very nice game, it was every man for themselves. 

•

Bob laughed as he defeated you, you’d landed on a house of his. It was 1500 dollars to pay off the fine, you’d only had 900 at the moment. There was no way he would trade you for his money. You whined in defeat. You had to go bankrupt, there was no other option. Bob smirked at you, you refused to look at him especially after all the shit you talked to him.

“Oh don't be like that” He purred

You refused to acknowledge how his dark voice made your stomach pool in anticipation. 

But little did you know, he saw right past you. 

Bob grabbed your hips, a bit questionably, only to see if you were truly comfortable with this or not. You didn’t shift, so he rested his head on you. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, you felt your face heat up. He studied your body language a bit before finally asking—

“Can I touch you?”

You nodded. You were at a loss for words at the situation that was happening. It seemed straight out of wattpad, that you’d meet a guy you’d like and end up doing the dirty tango with him a day after. His hands trailed down your hips. Your breath hitched as he quietly studied you once more, slipping his hands into your undergarments. He removed one hand, spitting on it. For lube purposes since you had none. He slowly inserted his fingers inside you, it was uncomfortable. The pain was a sharp burn. Thankfully, he focused on the other elements of your body to keep your content. For example, biting your neck, rubbing around your nipples, and finally grinding against your leg. He was so hard and it was making you feel even more pleasure at the thought of taking him: It didn’t take very long for him to break you in. You managed to stifle a moan at how good his hands were, moving inside you slowly. He seemed like an expert on this topic. His head was resting near your neck, he took in all your sinful sounds. You pushed back against him, begging the man for more. 

“Needy Kitten.” He breathed out, you whined at the sensual tone of his voice. 

He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, setting a rather fast pace. Your hole twitched around him.You felt your stomach pool with pleasure, you closed your eyes. Clenching up your body as your orgasm struck through you like thunder. You stopped for a moment catching your breath. Bob was still hard, you notice. Although he seemed to be happy with how you looked now. Removing his hands from your undergarments. 

“Wait…” 

You figured it'd be easier if he just dry humped you, it’s not like you were ready for the real thing yet. You sat on his lap, your hole brushing up against his cock roughly. Bob moaned against you, grabbing your hips. He pushed you closer to him, taking full advantage of the body that you’d lended to him. His arms wrapped around you, as he grinded roughly against your ass. His heavy grunts and breaths made you moan and whine. He didn’t last very long though, cumming in his pants. Bob panted along with you. You fought the need to sleep, you didn’t want him to leave just yet. Bob seemed to notice this. You shifted the position, burying your face in his soft red sweater. His arms came to pull you closer, his head rested on yours. You could hear his heartbeat, it was fast. 

“Sleep now. I’ll be back soon.” 

You couldn’t help but follow his instructions. 

Bob stayed with you until it started to get light outside, tucking you into bed. While waking back to your window, he noticed the set of books you had. Most being about bugs. He took one from your bookshelf. 

•

The next day, you awoke to Brazen nipping at you. It was around noon. She was barking at something. Brazen had been barking a lot more lately, usually she never did. You yawned, your vision steadied after a while. That’s when you noticed a note and a bucket next to your window. You picked up the note as you peered into the bucket with a mysterious substance.

“Did you know that bugs have different types of blood? Some can be colorful and others dull. I killed every bug I saw to make this for you” 

-

Bob

You smiled at the genuine dedication. You face flushed at the thought of last night.

Brazen continued to glare at the bucket. 

—-

Bonus art of the goofy goober

SHES SO OFFENDED

[elius-learns-to-write]

I Guess I wasn’t Worth The Effort

 for all my amazing 200 followers <3 y/n is a little bit of a bitch in this and I have no clue why hehe.

Summary: you didn’t trust Tony so he stopped trying 

You had a good life

A mum who loved you 

Friends who cared about you 

It didn’t matter that you didn't know who your dad was

You laughed as you watched your mum try to show MJ and Betty how to knead bread. “Come on put your back into it then” you called from the couch laughing even harder as Betty tried to flick some of the dough in your direction “oh shut up L/n, if you’re so good then do it yourself” MJ glared. It was a day like this you treasured. Days the girls would come over and just spend time with you and your mum, sure you loved spending time with Peter and Ned as well but there was just something bliss about this little group you loved. You were a family. “I don’t think the couch is really comfy” you smirked.

 Sure you got curious from time to time but you never pushed the subject 

It was the only time your mum ever got defensive 

When you talked about him

“Can you at least tell me what he was like! I have a right to know” you shouted, arms waving and pointing, face turning red from frustration in a way that made you look like seom exotic bird doing a mating dance. “Look I know you want to know about him but he really isn’t worth it” your mum tried to reason, she knew you’d want to know about him eventually she just wanted to leave it until the last minute. “Why don’t you let me decide that” you asked, a sense of pleading clear in your voice.

Knock knock knock, your mum’s knuckles lightly tapped the door, she didn’t even wait for an answer before popping her head through the door. You never understood why she did that; knocked to ask for permission but never waited for an answer. “Hey sweetie, look I know you want to know about your dad, it’s just he was never there for me and never tried to support me. I left before he knew I was pregnant. I did it so you wouldn’t have to grow up going through what I did” she sat on the end of the bed, the soft white covers giving her a sense of hope that maybe she could preserve your innocence or rather ignorance over what your father was like. “I understand and I’m sorry I guess I was just interested but now I’m not sure I want to know anymore” you smiled.

You always ended up talking things through though

So over time, with the drip fed information about him your mother gave you, of course you grew to resent the non existent man

The once childish wonder soon vanished 

Sure you wanted to know who he was still 

But it just didn’t feel worth it 

“So you don’t want to know him anymore?” Betty asked, still not getting it because the last time you talked about him you had your heart set on finding out who he was. “It’s not like I don’t want to know him, it’s just that if it didn’t happen I wouldn’t feel sad or let down” you explained, sipping your drink eyes focusing on the other people in the cafe rather than the stare they were both giving you. “And this my friends is why i read about people, so confusing” MJ muttered into her cup a smirk clear on her face

But then it happened 

You found out who your dad was 

And for some reason you resented him more

“Oh don’t play dumb Tony you know exactly why I didn’t tell you, you and your privileged rich fucking ass didn’t care about me and I didn’t want that to happen to them!” you could hear your mum screaming down the phone, words fueled by years of pain and bitter memories. “Mum? Who is it?” you called walking through the hallway into the room she was currently arguing in “No they’ll decide what they want to do, not you” finger hitting the end call button with so much force you would have thought it would break. “Was that my dad?” you asked the same childhood innocence your mum had wanted to protect seeping into your tone, the same voice you used to ask if your dad was coming to your party at age 5. The same voice that cried when he didn’t show up. The same wide eyes that would stare out the window waiting to see if anyone would turn up on Christmas after you asked Santa for your dad. This was either going to break that little heart of yours or make it blossom into the person you were meant to be. “You know who Tony Stark is right?”.

Of course you’d seen him on the news 

Him and his little group of heroes saving the world but destroying cities at the same time

You didn’t hate them, in fact there were people on that team that you held great respect for 

Just the ‘let’s splash the cash and party’ attitude Tony seemed to have

Anyway you agreed to meet him 

Decide if he was worth it

And what better way to do that then in the tower for dinner

“So what do you like to do kid?” Tony asked watching as you drank the glass of water Steve had poured you earlier “I don’t know normal stuff, I enjoy writing and English but apart from that I don’t know. Doing up old cars is fun'' the man's face lit up at that. At least you were giving him straws to grasp at. “Maybe we could do that together some time?” he asked, hoping to fill his words to the brim until it overflowed into his smile. “Maybe” you shrugged, turning to look at the awkward and polite smiles the rest of the team wore, clearly noticing your discomfort. “So Iced Americano, I heard you draw? That’s pretty cool” trying to diffuse the tension was probably the best way to go but a part of you just wanted to give Tony a sense of hurt he had given you by abandoning you even though it wasn’t his fault. “Uhhh yeah I do, not very good writing though” he chuckled eyes looking at Sam for help on what to say next. “So what do you like to write?” Sam asked.

It went on like that for the next few times you went over there 

You didn’t want to hate your dad it was just you were too scared to let him get close

What if he left again?

Your bond grew with the others though

Especially Steve, Sam and Bucky

“Okay now you have to pick up 4” you explained to Bucky who was still confused about how Uno works “Ohhh okay okay” he was drawing the needed cards as Steve spoke from his place on the floor “why do you hate your dad?” What a question for 2 in the afternoon. “I don’t hate him, I just don’t trust him, I grew up waiting for him and he never showed up and now I’m meant to let him into my life and act like the perfect daughter to fix cars and read silly stories to him? I don’t think so” you replied, shaking your head. The one thing you tended to forget about the tower was anyone could hear what you said. Tony could hear what you said and he did it here. That was the start of the end.

After that conversation Tony began to grow distant 

Just when you were ready to open up 

Starks never did do very well with communication 

So your already sketchy relationship got even worse

He didn’t know you trusted him 

And you didn’t know he was hurt by your comment 

So you stopped going and he stopped picking up 

“It’s fine mum I guess I just wasn’t worth trying”

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. E. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 5 - Happy Birthday, Dana!

[ Felix ]

“Tell me the story again!”

“Suzie, I’ve told you this story a gazillion times already!” The second the recess bell rang, Suzie's all up in my face, begging to be entertained.

“I knowww but inside recess is really boring and this is one of your good stories!” Is she implying that I also have bad stories? No, that can’t be! “Pleeease I wanna hear it again, just one more time!” With nothing better to do, I give in with a sigh, she did say please.

“Alright fine, settle in.” I clear my throat and slip into storytelling mode. “This is the story of February 23rd, we were celebrating the specialest of special women's birthday. It is also the fateful day when I met The Captain for the very first time.”

As you can imagine, I was terribly nervous for a whole week knowing that at the end of it, I’d come face-to-face with the man I’ve heard so many stories about already. Dead set on making a good impression, I’ve spent the majority of our time at Sam’s reading up on ships and sailing and the Navy, anything I could get my hands on.

I wasn’t the only one who was terribly nervous though, I could see it on Dad’s face and overhear it in the conversations with Auntie Sam. A lot of “What if they don’t like me?”s, “What if they think I’m not good enough?”s and “What if I say something stupid?”s. I thought the first two questions are absolutely ridiculous, who in their right mind wouldn’t like my dad, he’s awesome! But I was a little concerned that he might say something stupid, he does that when he’s nervous.

So nervous, in fact, that he cut himself shaving three times and desperately needed Dana’s help with tying his tie. Thankfully, I only had a clip-on and only pretend-shave, to be more like Dad and to not miss out on their conversations in the bathroom. I was proud to say that I managed to dress myself in my bestest suit without incident. Also, I was proud that I didn’t forget to grab Dana’s birthday present before we had to leave for the Beach House, one I’ve picked out and paid for with my own money,

I wasn't nervous at all, okay maybe a tiny bit, until I've counted 18 place settings on the table the three friends have dragged out of the kitchen and into the living room, they've also had to add the table from the deck to make room for 18 people. Eighteen. That's a lot of people to impress and a lot of names to remember.

The first guests to arrive, to my relief, is Missy and her family, who I felt are good to meet right away as they are the least scary people. It went effortlessly well, she gave us all a big hug, the men shook hands and then the girls, Sofia and Elise, dragged me off into Dana's office to play.

"You any good at Uno?," Elise squinted at me and I put on my most innocent expression, I'm not only 'any good', I always win against Dad but I didn't want to brag.

We played Uno for a bit and I let them win a couple of times, so they’ll like me, I’m smart like that.

“Your mom looks really nice!,” I told them, pretending to grumble when I have to draw 4.

“Missy? Yeah she’s great, but she’s not our real mom. Our real mom, she … died when we were very little.” Oh dear, that’s terrible, I never know what to say when people tell me stuff like that, except an awkward “I’m sorry to hear that!”

“It’s okay, she’s in heaven now and watches over us so no bad things happen to us!,” Sofia shrugged and I was impressed, a guardian angel, that’s kind of cool. But I still made a mental note to hug my mom a little extra tight next time I see her.

“Guys, you better come say hello, Grandma and Grandpa are here!”

Uno cards flying, the girls scrambled to their feet, smoothed out their dresses and hairdo and I followed their obediently slow walk out into the living room.

Suddenly terribly nervous again, I hid behind Dad’s legs and peeked around them just a bit to watch the girls shake their Grandpa’s hand with a “Hello, Sir!” - weird - and receive their warm hugs from their Grandma.

“Fox Mulder, nice to meet you, Sir!,” Dad’s voice was unnaturally high and I swear I felt him wince at the handshake the Captain gave him. “Nice to meet you, too, Mrs. Scully!”

Definitely not as stiff and stern as her husband, Mrs. Scully also gave Dad a hug he awkwardly returns and uh-oh, it was my turn now.

“I heard there’s a smart little boy around here somewhere, I’d very much like to meet! Where did you hide him?” She’s just like her daughter, kind, warm voice and everything.

“Oh no, I think we forgot him at home!” Dad made such a show of looking around for me, I couldn’t help but giggle and give up my hiding spot.

"Dad you're so silly, I'm right here! Hi Mrs. Scully, I'm Felix!" Beaming up at her, I wasn't sure what to do with myself, do I shake her hand? Hug her? Maybe a little early for a hug.

"Oh my, aren't you handsome, in your suit and matching tie! Please, call me Maggie!" I noticed right away that she doesn't look too much like Dana, except for her eyes that wrinkled a little more when she smiled down at me and her hand on my cheek was so grandmotherly and sweet, I'm instantly in love with her.

After a deep breath and Dad's hands on my shoulder for extra courage and to calm my hammering heart, I turned to face the Captain, back straight, head held high like I've practiced countless times at home.

"Good evening, Captain!" Heels together, hand raised in a salute, I solemnly recited the greeting I've carefully crafted in my head beforehand. "Seaman Recruit Felix reporting to duty, Sir!"

The raised eyebrow and the sharp nose down which he looked at me are so familiar, I almost break my salute with giggles. Nope, don't laugh now, Felix!

He cleared his throat, straightens up a bit himself and reached out a hand to readjust my salute that he apparently deemed too sloppy.

"Look at that, a Seaman Recruit. Alright, hand flat, thumb not tucked in, fingertips at your eyebrows, don't show me your palm. There you go, that's a proper salute." I could only stare at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed, oh crap on a stick, have I blown it already? "At ease, Seaman Recruit! That means you can relax and sit down, Felix!," he added the explanation for me with a little wink that gave me the courage to ask about something else I've noticed on our way to the table.

"Can I ask you something, Sir?" Head tilted, I peer up at his balding head curiously. "Did you forget your Captain's hat?"

I could tell he doesn't break into a smile often and it was really really tiny, but it was definitely there for a split second before the stern look appeared again.

"I don't wear my Captain's hat or my uniform to an informal dinner, Felix - that's for special occasions only!" I snort in my head, I can't imagine a more special occasion than celebrating Dana's birthday, but okay.

"Mhkay…Maybe you can show me one day?," I asked him hopefully, adding a "Sir?" to my question I knew he'd appreciate.

All of a sudden, we were just about ready to sit down, the front door burst open so loudly, it all startled us and made us turn our heads towards the commotion. Mouth hanging open, I slid into my seat slowly to see what was going to happen next.

"Hold onto your hats family and friends, the favorite, coolest Scully is here!" Arms thrown out wide, the entrance the youngest brother made is impressive even to me, who knows a thing or to about making an appearance. He strode over to Dana and Dad, swooped up his surprised sister in a crushing hug and planted a sound, wet smack on her cheek. "Happy birthday, sis!"

He also grabbed and shook Dad's hand so violently, I was a bit scared for Dad's arm. "Good to meet you man, I've heard so much about you!"

His friend Pete's introduction was a lot quieter and gentler on the arm and Charlie only gives a wide wave to the rest of the family instead of a proper greeting.

"Hello everyone, are we ready to eat, I'm starving! Hey new kid, this seat taken?" Before I could answer, he had already flopped down onto the chair next to me, so now I was wedged between Mrs. Please-call-me-Maggie Scully and Cool Charlie.

"I'm not 'new kid', my name's Felix!," I told him with an air of importance, trying to mimic his cool nonchalance.

"Well, New-Kid-Felix, do you know what one has to do to get some dinner around here?" He threw a pointed look at his sister down the table, who rolled her eyes at him and deferred him to Holly, Sarah and Alex. Instead of a birthday present, the friends play waitresses for each other at birthday parties so the birthday girl can enjoy her evening.

During dinner, I entertained Cool Charlie and his friend Pete with the skills I've acquired over the past week, they give me the toughest words they can find to spell out with the phonetic alphabet.

"So Mr. Mulder, Dana tells me you work for the FBI?" Mrs. Maggie leaned forward during dinner, to address Dad across the table, who quickly swallows his steak bite with a nod. This was a good move, Dad loves talking about his job and it's really interesting too, what he has to say! By now, he had everyone's attention.

"Yes Mrs. Scully, I'm a profiler, I work closely with the guys up at the Boston Field Office."

"You're some sort of fancy head shrinker for the Feds then?" Mean-Brother-Bill joined the conversation and I turned my attention to them fully now, fists balled under the table thinking 'I swear, if he's mean to Dad, I'm going to… no idea what, something!'

"No, I'm not a therapist, if that's what you mean. I try to put myself into an offender's mind to get an idea of who they are and to help the Agents predict their next move." Dad was surprisingly calm and explained it to Mean-Brother-Bill as if he's five years old. You go Dad!

"Oh, so you're a psychic, too?" I gritted my teeth at Mean-Brother-Bill's sneering condescension, I think he's adopted, he absolutely can not be related to Dana, who only placed her hand over Dad's, to calm him down or to keep herself from stabbing her brother with a fork, I wasn't sure.

"Finding human behavior patterns and predicting their next move has nothing to do with being psychic, Sir.," Dad replied cooly but there's a twitch in his jaw I'm very familiar with, he always gets it when he's mad at me but doesn't want to show it. "But it is hard work and quite emotionally draining to put oneself into the mind of a psychopath."

"I bet it is hard work, sitting at your desk thinking yourself into the head of the scum at the bottom of the earth's shoe in your little office while we're out there fighting for our country!"

"That's enough, William Junior!" My anger was burning a hole through my stomach, I was just about to open my mouth when the Captain's palm-down slap onto the table made the glasses clink. His booming voice sent a startle through everyone, we all froze, forks and glasses mid-way to our mouths, including Mean-Brother-Bill. Who bristled at being scolded by his father at his age but shut his mouth into a thin line.

"Yeah, William Junior, stop being a giant asshat, we're trying to have a nice dinner here!," Cool Charlie piped up from next to me to diffuse the situation. "Felix here can spell Federal Bureau of Investigation perfectly, show them little man!" This is my moment to shine and to impress the Captain all at the same time, awesome!

"Uh huh! Foxtrot, Echo, Delta, Echo…" Wriggled to full height in my chair, I'm never one to pass up an opportunity to be the center of attention and show off my skills.

Emboldened by the praise I've received when I end with November and a flourish, I slid out of my chair and sidled up to the Captain slowly.

"Excuse me while I… ooh careful of the glass…lemme just.." Careful not to tip over any glasses on my climb onto the surprised Captain's lap, I was absolutely ready to tell the story I've been rehearsing. "Sir, do you know the story of the Carpatia? I just read about it this week and I have to tell you about it! It's an awesome story!"

"Oh dear God, Felix…," Dad groaned quietly into the hand passing over his face but I was on a roll and I had the Captain's full attention. The story of the Carpatia, the ship that went out of its way to rush to save the sinking Titanic's survivors, is actually just as interesting as the Titanic's and not many people know what happened back then.

"… and did you know that they went so far above the speed the ship was built for, the Chief Engineer hung his hat over the main pressure gauge so no-one - including himself - could see how far its needle was into the red! Isn't that so interesting?"

The Captain nodded all through my story, he doesn't smile but I could tell he was listening very closely and I got a little rush of excitement when he sincerely thanked me for the story - he'll tell it to his Navy buddies at their next get-together - before he sent me back to my place.

The rest of the evening was just a blur of "Happy Birthday, dear Dana!" and birthday cake and games and then it was finally time for presents. Lightning fast and unable to wait any longer, I raced out into the foyer to dig my carefully wrapped present out underneath my pajamas in my overnight bag and placed it into Dana's outstretched hands.

"I know it's really small but I picked it out myself and I paid for it with my own money!," I told her proudly, leaned into her side to watch closely as she unwrapped it far too slowly for my liking.

My heart was beating so fast in my puffed out chest as I watched her pull out the bag tag that has Mickey's hands forming a heart on it with a rainbow inside. When I saw it, I knew it was the perfect gift and I just had to get it. I hoped it shows how special she is to me, I don't spend my hard-earned pocket-money on just anyone!

"Ooh… thank you Felix, it's very beautiful! You know how I love Mickey and Rainbows!"

"It's for when you come with us next time! Happy Birthday, Dana!" My birthday wishes came out a little mumbled, cheek squished together from the kiss I get as a reward for my present.

She also absolutely loved the goofy gift Dad got for her, laughing at the T-Shirt that says "Hogwarts wasn't hiring so I'm teaching Muggles instead!" so she doesn't always have to steal his shirts to sleep.

"Two minutes left, kids!," Miss Anderson's voice drifts into the story but I shake it off, I'm not done yet and turn back to Suzie to tell the rest of my tale.

"Personally, I think he could've gone for something more romantic but eh, we can't all be good gift givers, right? Why he didn't get her the matching pajama set for all of us that I suggested, to show that we belong together, I'll never know… Next time we're at Disney, I'll talk them into buying it, that's for sure!

I was dead on my feet by the time the guests said their goodbyes, exhausted from meeting all these new people, some nice, some awesome, some cool and some very mean and-" The recess bell brings my story to an abrupt end and I quickly finish it with "And this was the story of how I met The Captain, thank you for your attention!"

[newmoon-offical]

Niko with NCT 127

NCT 127 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Taeyong:

He was one of the first to accept her. He had seen her around the company for years and knew just how talented and hardworking she was. As much as he loves, she stresses him out. She has a knack for getting into trouble. She’s not allowed to go out by herself (he swears she is directionally challenged.)

Taeil:

Whenever Niko just wants to chill, Taeil is one of the ones she goes to. They’ll often watch dramas together or read, but once Taeil gets on that weird hyper uncle vibe, she’s out of there. The man makes her cringe so hard, and Taeil knows it, so he’s made it his mission to embarrass her.

Johnny:

When Johnny saw that there was another English speaker and someone else who knows what it’s like to have trained for so long, he quickly saddled up right next to her and offered her some of his snacks. Niko has been to America only a handful of times visiting her mother’s family, but after befriending Johnny, one would think she was born there.

Yuta:

The minute Yuta heard of a new Japanese trainee joining the company, he sought Niko out to welcome her. The two hit it off pretty quickly and Yuta took it upon himself to be the older brother she never had. These are joined at the hip and talk to each other in a mix of Korean and Japanese, often leaving their members out of the loop.

Doyoung:

These two took a while to warm up to each other. To Niko, Doyoung was cold and calculating, and to Doyoung, Niko was at times erratic and unpredictable. Taeyoung had to lock them up in the laundry room with snacks and games to get them to finally get along. They walked out with small bruises on their forearms. They had been playing the ‘Slap Game’ as a penalty for losing in ‘Uno’.

Jaehyun:

Niko was intimidated by Jaehyun when she first met him. To this day she still awkwardly stutters through sentences when with him alone. Jaehyun was under the impression that she hated him, but in reality she’s just a jumble of nerves when he’s nearby. It doesn’t matter how nice and caring he is to her, Niko just freaks out when attractive men are involved (She’d never tell him that of course, though he’s gotten the idea at this point). Jaehyun’s goal is to get Niko to hang out with him without her inviting another member along.

Winwin:

Niko hasn’t spent too much time with Winwin, seeing as he’s busy with WayV, but the few times they do see each, they tend to just chill together, watching their members goof around. Depending on their moods, they join in as well, but it never lasts long. Niko loves watching him dance and will often sit during his practice sessions watching his every move.

Jungwoo:

These two will wake up in the middle of the night for snacks and then camp out in the living room watching movies. They’re only able to get away with this because Taeyong’s on the lower floor, but the leader can always tell the next day with their swollen cheeks and dark circles. Jungwoo will sit with Niko while she watches anime, either watching as well or on his phone. And even when he seems like he’s not paying attention, Jungwoo can always tell you what anime Niko is currently watching.

Mark:

One of Niko’s favorite things in the world is hearing Mark laugh. It doesn’t matter if the joke is funny or not, if Mark’s laughing, so is she. She’s his number one hype-woman when it comes to his jokes. Niko likes spending time with Mark, and gets down when he’s too busy with his many unit commitments. His schedule stressed her out and definitely wants him to take a break, but knows that with his personality and with the company, that would never happen.

Haechan:

This man is everyone’s baby, but especially Niko’s (just ignore the height difference). He latches onto her and follows her like a puppy always looking for her attention. It doesn’t matter what she wants to do, he'll do it with her. But as much as she babys him, he is one of her fireces protectors.

Niko’s Masterlist

[batsandbugs]

Bats Bugs and Boomerangs Chapter 1

A/N: Hey everyone, coming at you with another series! This is actually for a late secret santa gift exchange! My recipient was @m3owww​! Her fandoms were Maribat and Avatar the Last Airbender, so I thought: Why not both? She already had a Maribat characters in the show type fic, so I created a fic where they watched the show. It slowly spiraled out of control though, so this is Chapter 1. I’ll eventually have the batfam (and Marinette) react to the whole series, so comment here and on ao3 what you want to see. So Phi, this is kinda like the gift that will keep on giving? Maybe? I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy! 

Our story begins on a frosty winter evening, outside Gotham at Wayne Manor. Marinette sat in the library working on an assignment for her History of Fashion class. She was alone, because Damian, Dick, Tim, and Bruce were out on patrol, with Barbara on comms. Tikki, unless eating or involved with a transformation, spent her time sleeping due to the freezing weather. While the other Kwami either resided in the box or roamed the grounds, and generally stayed out of the human's way.

Marinette gazed out the window, snow falling softly through the air, covering the ground and the tree branches. A crackling fire warmed the room. She shifted, and a painful ache shot through her leg. Marinette glared at the offending appendage, which was the reason she wasn’t out with the team tonight.

Her Miraculous could cure any injury sustained on the battlefield, it didn’t help her one bit when it came to her own natural clumsiness. She hadn’t paid attention as she’d walked out of class one evening. The dim lighting hid a black ice patch and she slipped and fell. Thankfully, her ankle was only sprained and not broken, but she would be out of commission for at least two weeks. Probably more if Alfred got his way.

Speaking of the elderly butler, he strode into the room carrying a tray of tea and cookies.

“Good evening Miss. Marinette. Need another refreshment?”

She sighed at the cold coffee dregs in her mug. “That would be nice, thank you, Alfred.”

He hummed, grabbing a teacup, and pouring her a serving. “How does your leg feel today? I notice you were leaning heavily on Master Damian after supper.” He handed the cup to her and the warmth was a welcome sensation for her chilled hands.

“Yeah, he’s been nice helping me around.” Nice was a misnomer, more like extremely overprotective. He point-blank refused for her to stay at her own apartment, mostly due to its location on the fourth floor with no elevator access. He all but forced her to watch him pack her essentials to bring to the manor while she recovered. Since then, his attentiveness in ensuring she had what she needed within reach and helping her to class had grown. It was a tad smothering considering his usual aloofness, but she enjoyed his actions for the affection it implied.

“It’s throbbing and hot and feels worse than it did three days ago.” She took a tiny sip of the tea and relaxed into its spiced aroma. Alfred made the best tea.  

He nodded. “It will feel uncomfortable for a while until it starts to mend. Just continue to rest and remain off it and you will be back to carousing around the city like the rest of them in no time.” He poured his own tea and seated himself in the plush armchair across from her spot on the couch.

“Oh, Alfred you say that as if you would not be right there along with us if age allowed,” said Marinette with a grin. The stories Dusu could recount about the elderly miraculous holder were nothing short of entertaining, and she knew damn well Alfred had the same need for action as the rest of the Waynes and their assorted allies.  

“I’d do nothing of the sort,” he said primly, taking a sip of his tea to hide the tiny smirk on his face. Marinette couldn’t help but laugh.

The rest of the evening was spent in pleasant silence. Despite the pain in her leg Marinette pushed through it and finished her assignment, while Alfred read until it neared time when patrol ended. He bustled up the remains of the tea and promise her a fresh cup when he finished seeing everyone arrive safely.

Later, although she could not say how long, she was buried deep in a book and didn’t notice when Damian entered the room until he sat next to her on the couch.

“Good evening angel.” His hair flopped in his eyes, loose and damp from the shower. In his hands, he held a tray with two cups of steaming tea.

“Thanks.” She took the proffered cup of tea with a smile. “How was patrol?”

“Boring,” he sighed. “You certainly are not missing anything.” If he wouldn’t have taken offense to it, Marinette would have described the look on his face as a pout.

“What about the drug seller Tim tracked to the lower docks?”

Damian shrugged. “Gone silent after we busted the last shipment. Seventeen years in and maybe the criminals finally figured out committing crimes in the same city as a relentless vigilante team is a bad idea,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Marinette couldn’t stop herself from giggling. It was a common joke among the family that Gotham’s criminals never learned.

“I think it means we’re doing our job right,” said Tim walking in with a steaming mug. Marinette opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “Don’t worry, it’s decaf.”

“Like Pennyworth would let him drink anything else this time of night,” scoffed Damian, while taking a sip of his tea.

“I’m perfectly capable of monitoring my own caffeine intake, thanks,” Tim said in offense, seating himself across from the couch in the reading chair previously abandoned by Alfred.

“No, you’re not,” called a voice from the hallway. Dick walked in with a large mug of what was undoubtedly hot chocolate. “The last time he didn’t check your drink after patrol, you used coffee instead of water to brew another pot, and then added four whole bottles of five-hour energy. You didn’t sleep for three days.”

“I also solved five crimes, figured out where the Penguin was hiding, and streamlined the dropbox submission system for Wayne Industries. Life requires tradeoffs.”

“No that’s just you, ignoring basic human necessities. Anyway, besides Tim’s caffeine addiction, what are we talking about?” asked Dick.

“The reason for the lack of crime,” offered Marinette.

Dick shrugged, “Happens every year because of the weather. Even criminals get cold. They’ll return to their usual transgressions once the weather warms.” He took a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Tt. Weak,” muttered Damian.

Tim rolled his eyes. “Not everyone receives extreme weather training under threat of dismemberment, demon brat. We should take the opportunity to enjoy the break.”

“Tim, your version of a “break” involves paperwork,” chided Dick.

“It’s not my fault the rest of you people don’t have lives. I’m a remarkably busy person. And what is this, the-criticize-Tim-hour?”

“Oh, only an hour?” smirked Damian. “I thought it was a continuous event, one could choose to participate in whenever the mood struck. I will have to file all my complaints immediately.”

Tim pouted. “Marinette,” he whined. “Can’t you control him?”

She shrugged, “What do you expect me to do? I’m his girlfriend, not his minder. Besides, they criticize because they care.” She laughed when all three boys snarled their noses at the prospect of feelings.

“Marinette, angel, please; never say that again. I criticize because I am right, and they should know it. Not because of any high-minded ideals such as genuine affection.”

“Okay, okay, enough,” said Dick. “If we have a bit of a break, we should do something! Together, as a family. I think Cass and Steph come back in two days.”

“Grayson, just because your girlfriend is off-world visiting family and you have nothing to do does not mean it holds true for the rest of us.”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Tim, “Except not quite, because I don’t have a girlfriend, but I just said I’m busy. R&D is rolling out a new prototype next week, and I have two board meetings scheduled and-”

“Not to mention,” Marinette cut Tim off. He could talk about his schedule forever because he just had that many events. “I can’t move around, what would we even do? Play games?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “The list of games officially banned in our family includes, but is not limited to; Monopoly, Uno, Checkers, Risk, Risk: Legacy, Twister, Jenga, Clue, Guess Who, Poker, Chess, and Go Fish.”

“Oh…” muttered Marinette.

“And that doesn’t even include videogames.”

“After the Wii Bowling incident of 2013, the media room wall was never the same,” Dick said, shaking his head in despair.

“I actually apologized for that, okay?” exclaimed Damian. “Why do you always have to bring it up?”

Marinette fully intended to ask about the incident later. “Okay, so games are out.”

“Ooh,” Dick’s eyes lit up, “How about we call a Family T.V. Event?”

Tim groaned, “The last time we did that we blew up the shed, and got the police called.”

“Well, we won’t watch a crime show.” Dick turned to Marinette. “Jason picked; we watched Breaking Bad.”

“I can see how that would spiral out of control.”

“The time before that, we set fire to the media room and started a familial feud,” Damian pointed out. “Game of Thrones,” he added when Marinette looked to him for clarification.

“Even worse.”

“Okay, fine, so we don’t have the best track record picking shows. But I swear I have a good one this time.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Avatar: The Last Airbender.”

Tim snorted. “What? Like the kid’s show?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “Really Grayson, a cartoon? I know you are developmentally stuck at five, but not all of us are.”

“I’ve never watched it, but I’ve heard good things about it,” said Marinette. She knew there was a French translation of the show, but she preferred to watch media in its original language. Before moving to America, before dating Damian, her English had not been strong enough to confidently watch a show and understand all of it.

“Perfect!” exclaimed Dick. “I know you three and Cass haven’t seen it, and neither has Bruce or Alfred. I would bet Jason’s seen some of it, but I’ll have to check. Barbara and I have, but that’s fine, she loves the show. We’ll have to see about Steph too, but I’m sure she’ll enjoy it regardless. There are awesome characters, battles, suspense, comedy, and it’s not likely going to inspire us to blow up the shed or tear each other to pieces!”

“I have in no way agreed to this Grayson. Drake back me up.”

Tim paused for a moment, stuck between his need to disagree with Damian and the need to get out of Dick’s crazy plan. Unfortunately for Damian, the former won out. “Actually, you know what, a show could be fun. The episodes are what, thirty minutes? Shorter than Breaking Bad and Game of Thrones.”

Damian groaned while Dick responded happily, ignoring his brother’s distress, “Around twenty minutes actually. We could have the whole show finished in about a week or so.”

Damian turned to her, eyes wide and hopeful. “Marinette, please tell me you are on my side?”

She patted her boyfriend’s arm, “Sorry, mon amour, I’m stuck either way. Might as well watch a show.”

Damian flopped against the couch with a pout. “Betrayed. I have been grievously betrayed by my own brothers and girlfriend. What is this world coming to?”

“Woo!” exclaimed Dick, a wide grin splitting his face. “This is going to be great.”

“This is going to be awful,” moaned Damian.

-0-0-

It took a bit of convincing on the part of Dick to get Bruce and Alfred to agree to the venture. Marinette, after learning the full details of the last two Family T.V. Events, was wholly unsurprised. She also did not know the full extent of what Dick did to get Jason to agree (apparently, he and Bruce were fighting, again, so this was expected.) although it probably involved a bribe. But by the week’s end, the entire family was together, all under strict orders (and puppy-dog eyes from Dick) to be on their best behavior.

Which, without a doubt, not a single one of them knew what that entailed.

The arguing started with seating placement, then about who controlled the remote, then over the distribution of snacks, drinks, blankets, and pillows. At one point Jason pulled a knife, which prompted Damian to pull his knife, suddenly Cass had two shurikens visible (where she even kept them while wearing a tank top and shorts, no one could say), and then everyone was yelling with sharp pointy objects in hand.

Once the argument was firmly under control, Alfred collected the weapons and placed them in a wicker basket, along with all the mobile devices, until the episodes for the night were finished. The only one allowed to have a phone was Barbara who was in charge of checking police scanners for any major trouble while the family took the evening off.

Marinette seated herself curled up against Damian on the edge of the couch. She set her foot propped up on an ottoman so it wouldn’t get jostled, and she could continue to ice it throughout the evening. Damian secured their own bowl of popcorn, so they didn’t have to share it with the others.

“Alright, here’s how we’re breaking this down,” announced Dick, who won the battle for the remote, and therefore the episode schedule. “The episodes are short, at least, much shorter than the last show we watched.” He directed a pointed look at Jason.

“I make no apologies.”

“We’ll watch half a season a day, ten episodes apiece. The closed captions will be on but try to keep the chatter to a minimum.” Marinette held back a laugh. Damian explained no one kept quiet during these nights. Watching the show wasn’t the point of these events; if that were the case then they would just watch it all on their own time. The point was the time spent together. This is why even Bruce, emotionally constipated and single-minded in his pursuits as he was, put away the suit for a few days to watch T.V. with the rest of his collected family. Talking was expected.  

“We will, if you will,” called Stephanie.  

“I take offense to that.”

“Aw just sit Dickie, let’s watch the show,” exclaimed Jason.

“Yes, Grayson you already wrapped us into this pointless venture; we might as well get it over with,” Damian grumbled. Marinette found his hand in the folds of their shared blanket and laced her fingers with his. He squeezed her hand, and, when he was sure no one else was looking gave her a small smile. Marinette smiled back, he pretended to be such a grouch, but deep down he was a giant softy at heart.

Dick frowned, saying “Fine, fine, you don’t have to be spoilsports about it.” And pointed the remote at the T.V. starting the first episode.

-0-0-

It didn’t take ten seconds before the commentary began.

“Four elements?” exclaimed Tim.  “Are you serious? I could name at least a dozen off the top of my head. How are there only four nations? 0/10 completely unrealistic. Political infighting alone-”

“Ah, shut up, replacement.”

“Ruthless fire nation?” said Stephanie. “Methinks a little propaganda might be occurring here.”

“A hundred years!? What, has no one competent been born the entire time?”

Marinette shrugged. “The disadvantages of finite magic systems, Dami. It's learned indifference.”

“Honey, after a hundred years that’s not hoping, that’s naivety,” said Stephanie in response to Katara’s impassioned speech.

“She’s right!” exclaimed Dick.

“We know that, but she doesn’t.”

The show moved on to Katara and Sokka in a boat. Sokka held a spear above the water.

“Is he hunting that fish?” growled Damian.

“Ah yeah, I forgot you may hate the entirety of Sokka’s character,” said Dick with a grimace. “Whoops.”

“She’s not very good at the water moving, is she?” asked Marinette

“Waterbending,” Dick and Barbara said in unison.

Sokka chided Katara about her weird water magic. “Oh, he’s not going to be a dick for the whole show, is he?” asked Steph.

“He gets better.”

“They grew up here right?” asked Damian, as Katara and Sokka become caught in a rapid. “How did they not anticipate an event like this.”

“I knew I should have left you at home. Leave it to a girl to screw things up!”

“HEY!” shouted all the women in the room.

They watched as Katara’s fury built and broke the iceberg behind her.

“Good. Use anger, anger is alright,” Cass commented for the first time.

“Okay, you’ve gone from weird, to freakish.”

“This punk is just asking for a beating isn’t he,” growled Jason.

The beam of energy shot into the air after Katara and Sokka broke open the ice. “That’s not going to cause any trouble,” said Tim, rolling his eyes. “Nope, not suspicious or completely conspicuous at all.”

The scene switches to a metal ship.

“Finally! Uncle, do you realize what this means?”

“Oh, look, the bad guys,” deadpanned Tim. “I was right.”

Jason grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth “What happened to his fucked-up fa-”

“YOU’LL FIND OUT!”

The scene switched back to Katara and Sokka. The figure is revealed to be a hyperactive little kid.

Damian frowned“Oh, I won’t like him either, will I Grayson?”

Dick tilted his head, “Eh.”

Then Appa is introduced.

“Father, could we-”

“No, Damian.”

They watched the children depart, and the scene moved back to the Fire Nation ship.

“Even if you're right, and the Avatar is alive, you won't find him. Your father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all tried and failed.”

“Well considering the Airbender child has been in an iceberg, it’s not surprising they failed.”

“Because their honor didn't hinge on the Avatar's capture. Mine does. This coward's hundred years in hiding are over.”

“Is it just me or does this angry, emo prince remind anyone of demon spawn?”

“Todd, shut your mouth before I remove your tongue.”  

Marinette leaned in close, “Maybe just a little like you.” Damian looked at her with a betrayed pout.

The scene switched and they watched Aang lie to Katara about the Avatar.

“The air child is guilty. Will cause problems later.”

“Narrative Cass, it’s narrative.”

Damian scoffed. “Miscommunication is plot convenience, and it’s a sloppy one at that.”

They watched Aang’s dream of how he ended up in the iceberg, him waking up to Katara and his introduction to the village.

“Well, no one has seen an Airbender in a hundred years. We thought they were extinct until my granddaughter and grandson found you.”

“Extinct?”

“He went into the ice and woke up to find the world different. Anyone getting serious Captain America vibes here?” said Jason, tone-deaf to the clear horror on Aang's face.

“Jason, he just found out his people potentially went extinct!” chided Marinette. 

“It's not for stabbing! It's for air bending.”

“Please tell me the main character is not a pacifist,” begged Damian.

“Well, he is a monk,” said Barbara with a sorry look.

“I sense he's filled with much wisdom,” Katara says as Aang sticks his tongue to his staff and it freezes.

“I switch back and forth between liking this girl and not. One second she’s got gumption, and the next she’s all starry-eyed and naïve,” grumbled Steph.

“I wonder who that reminds me of,” Damian whispered into Marinette’s ear. She felt her cheeks heat up.

"I'm not naive," she shot back. 

He raised a hand with two fingers close but not touching, "You're a little naive." Marinette huffed, but silently admitted to her boyfriend's point. She had a tendency to believe the best in people; she saw it as a strength and appreciated it in this Katara character, but it was so far from how Damian viewed the world, it honestly confused his siblings when they first started dating. 

Damian confided in her that he found it inspiring. She had been through so much, understood the cruelties of others, and still could see the good in people. 

The scene switched to the Fire Nation ship again, and Iroh explained the concept of firebending to an irate Prince Zuko.

“Finally, a display of actual competence,” exclaimed Damian.

“Enough! I've been drilling this sequence all day. Teach me the next set! I'm more than ready!”

“My tutors would have skewered me if I dared to act in such a manner,” he commented again, softer than the first time. More so that only Marinette could hear. Damian’s family was more than aware of his childhood and what it entailed; Marinette slowly learned with comments like this. She squeezed his hand again and received a small smile.

The scene shifted back to the village where Sokka’s failed “warrior lesson” occurred, and then-

“We don't have time for fun and games with the War going on!”

“What war? What are you talking about?”

“Where have you been, frozen in ice for a hundred years?” joked Dick.

They watched Aang offer to take Katara to the North Pole to find a water bending master. The two children go and play with the penguin creatures, but the tone shifted when an old Fire Nation ship appeared on the screen.

“Bad ship” muttered Cass.

“If you want to be a bender, you have to let go of fear.”

“There are so many things wrong with that statement I don’t even know where to start,” said Tim.

They watch Aang and Katara enter the Fire Nation Ship and wander talking about the war.

“Aang, how long were you in that iceberg?”

“I don't know. A few days, maybe?”

“I think it was more like a hundred years!”

“Are you kidding me?” yelled Jason. “How are they just figuring this out now?”

On-screen Aang stepped on the line of wire, tripping the traps.

“Tt. Amateurs.”

"See, she told him it would be a bad idea!"

A flare rises through the air.

“That’s not going to cause any-”

“Oh, shut up Tim.”

The Fire Prince once again appeared on the screen.

“The last Airbender!”

“I was right,” he mumbled.

The screen faded to the credits, and Dick turned to the group.

“So? What do you think?”

“Slow.”

“Nobody has any sense.”

“Are any of the characters actually likable?”

He frowned. “Okay, okay, so the first episode isn’t the best. I swear it gets better. Back me up here Barb.”

Barbara nodded. “He’s right, it takes a few episodes to build the characters up and we see some genuine action. But by mid-season, I swear you’ll be hooked. And then we’ll get to season two and the best characters will arrive.”

“Hey,” Dick exclaimed, pointing a finger at her. “No spoilers.”

“I thought it was fun,” Marinette offered. “It’s very clearly a kid’s show, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.” She wasn’t going to say each and every person in the room had childhood traumas, and a show full of lighthearted fun was probably just what they needed. She could think it, but she wouldn’t say it.   

“Thank you, Marinette,” said Dick with a smile.

“I rather enjoyed the elderly tea drinker,” intoned Alfred. “He’s more than he appears to be.”

“Uncle Iroh? Yeah, he’s the best!” commented Barbara. "But everyone is great." 

“Alright, episode one finished, nine more to go.”

“Let’s hope it’s more enjoyable than the last,” uttered Damian, a chorus of agreement followed his statement, but when the show started up everyone grew quiet again.

Marinette was sure whatever happened next, it was bound to be interesting.

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One Year ❣︎ One: Holidays Aren’t For Drama

Chapter Summary: San has finally found you after five years of searching, and he wants you for himself--though not knowing how to do it just yet. In the meantime, you’re having fun hanging out with a friend on the plane to Jeju.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, stalking Word count: 1.2k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Prologue For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

You were glad that you were sat next to Yunho on the plane since you needed good vibes that your boyfriend couldn’t really give you. Too sucked up in his own life, which make him the worst person to sit next to Yeosang.

Thankfully, Dominic was terrified of the boy so he was silently scrolling through his phone. That left Mingi to annoy poor Seonghwa the whole trip.

“Oh, you bitch,” Yunho mumbled, picking up four cards from the deck beside him. To pass the time, you and the tall boy decided to play a game of Uno. 

Chuckling, you threw down a yellow 2. effectively ending the round. “You know, for someone of your profession, you’re really shit at cards.”

“Maybe because I’m playing against your devious ass.”

“You love my devious ass, don’t lie.” Scoffing, he gathered the cards and began to shuffle them before you ripped them from his hands. “Oh hell no. I know for a fact you’re gonna rig it.”

“I tried last time, and you still won,” he huffed, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair before using the other to take the deck again.

Yunho wasn’t really your friend to begin with. More so Mingi’s, but that had not stopped the two of you becoming just as close. Seonghwa and Yeosang too; you had meet them through the sweet-hearted boy, and all three had quickly become an addition to your short list of loved ones.

In fact, out of the six of you, Dominic was the odd one out.

He didn’t know the secrets you shared, the things you did without his knowledge. Nothing that would directly harm your relationship, no.

To add to that, the five of you were like a family, looking out for each other, and the boys weren’t very font of the guy you had chosen to date.

Then again, compared to the last one, Dominic was much better.

Every year, the boys and you had decided to treat this time as a holiday away  from the all the work you do, to treat yourselves for living another year. So you all splurged out and did something big.

How you chose the destination was fairly simple; one of you would throw a dart at a map of the world--blindfolded, obviously--and wherever it landed, you all went there.

It’s what led to the fun cruise in the Pacific the previous trip, and this part of Korea for this current one.

Though, Jeju was one of the places on your bucket list. You were more than excited to go and sight-see. Already, you do plenty of that for your job but never really get the chance to stop and pay attention.

To relax with friends and have fun.

You were going to Jeju for leisure purposes.

San was going to Jeju for you.

Yes, he was originally going there for work, to deal with a bit of business that had gone awry. But then he saw you, quickly crossing the road, from his vehicle.

Decided to follow you, see where you were going and with whom.

At first, he was a little pissed to know that you were travelling with five men, you being the only woman. Most likely scenario, one of them was your boyfriend.

But that information had no longer mattered, because you were going to Jeju. On the same flight as him.

San didn’t like to admit in believing in fate, but if that wasn’t it, he didn’t know what would be.

Hongjoong--who was stood beside him in the middle of the airport by now--was concerned over his strange behaviour. Even the slightest shift that seemed out of the ordinary, he immediately became suspicious.

That’s why San knew it was stupid to try and lie to him.

When he pointed out to you, telling him to look, it only took the older boy a few seconds for him clock on. “You’re shitting me...”

“I’m not, Joong. She’s here. She’s really here.”

“San,” the now-blue-haired boy began, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention, “look at me. You can’t. It was five years ago, and not to mention, you’re already with--”

Shoving his hands off his shoulders, the mafia boss glared at his second-in-command. “You don’t even like Dae anyway!”

No, Hongjoong hated that crazy woman to his very core. She was bad for his friend, but the boy was too caught up in filling the hole you somehow managed to carve to even care.

Had it been any other, the short man would have let San do his thing, but his current girlfriend was one of the heirs to a rather big mafia herself. Being with her involved politics, and being with her for nearly five years brought more trouble than you were worth.

But Hongjoong knew that San wouldn’t listen to him. Not when he’s like this.

The only thing he could do now was damage control.

The two males--San mainly--had stalked the six of you, deducing who meant what to you. Didn’t like how cosy you were with either of them, but specifically disliked the guy who had his hand wrapped around your waist.

Then there was the other guy, one of the really tall ones, with black hair--streaks of green and grey running through it--and a loud voice. Party animal, the two thought. He was particularly close to you too, sending playful hits that were definitely reciprocated. Hopefully, he was just a friend...

The other tall guy--the blonde one, with puppy-like eyes--seemed more reserved yet somehow still as energetic.

Next tallest was s black-haired fella. Clean and lean--smart-looking, with soft (but somehow sharp) eyes.

Finally, the last guy. The one who rarely spoke, with a silvery grey mullet that surprisingly complimented his pale skin. There was something about him that Hongjoong couldn’t pin down. Something familiar...

The most obvious odd thing was how you and your supposed ‘boyfriend’ were of a different ethnicity to the other four. Confirmed when the two men overheard you speaking in a completely different language neither of them were used to.

“Fuckin’ language barrier,” San grunted as he realised there was yet another obstacle in his way.

“Fuckin’ good-lookin’ people,” Hongjoong laughed, scanning the six of you.

Being in business class was usually a comfortable experience, but right now was the most excruciating thing possible for both of them. San constantly bombarded the elder with questions and worries about you.

Couldn’t even send Hongjoong back there since his newly-dyed electric blue hair would have captured too much attention. “What’s the point of you if I can’t even get you to spy on people,” the younger huffed. “Dye your hair back to black when we get to the villa.”

“Oh, shut up,” Hongjoong spat with gritted teeth, already beyond annoyed with the man’s behaviour. “That’s not even my job. And you come at me with having unusual hair, but you look like Frankenstein’s Bride with that lock of white with the rest being black.”

Groaning, San looked at the entrance of the business area, hoping for some other miracle to occur and you would peer out. Desperation filled him, wanting to see you again. Etch your newer features into his mind once more.

“Who do you think those other guys were? Her boyfriend’s friends? Her friends? Colleagues?”

“Probably her friends, since they all seemed pretty close to her.”

“Ugh.” San buried his face in his hands, still not liking the sound of that.

“It’s the 21st century, dude. Girls can be friends with guys--and that girl is friends with those guys. Get used to it.”

“Don’t wanna,” San mumbled, puffing out his cheeks as Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at his tantrum.

“Listen, dude, you can’t confine and control her. Doing that’s only gonna push her away--if you’re actually serious in pursuing her.”

“Of course I’m serious!”

“Then you need to plan this out carefully. And you need to think of it fast, since I doubt they’ll be in Jeju for long."

The younger male scoffed, running his tongue against the inside of his cheek as his confidence grew and cogs in his brain began moving. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come up with something.”

Sighing, Hongjoong looked out of the window, into the peaceful, empty ocean they flew above. What exactly had he done?

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INCORRECT QUOTES W BSD CHARACTERS AND GN!Y/N!

Dazai: What do you think Y/N will do for a distraction?

Atsushi: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Atsushi: ... or they could do that.

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Dazai please come to the front desk?

Dazai, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Y/N and Atsushi

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Y/N and Atsushi, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Dazai: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

*Dazai and Y/N sitting in jail together*

Y/N: So who should we call?

Dazai: I’d call Kunikida, but I feel safer in jail

Dazai, driving Y/N and Atsushi: So how was your day?

Y/N: We almost got surprise adopted!

Dazai: What?

Atsushi: We almost got kidnapped.

Dazai: Oh, okay.

Dazai: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

Dazai: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Y/N: How am I supposed to know?

Atsushi: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: You wouldn't be trapped.

Dazai: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Y/N: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Atsushi: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Dazai, texting Y/N: Y/N! Help I’m being kidnapped

Y/N: Where are you?

Dazai: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Y/N: I’ll call Atsushi.

Atsushi, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Y/N: Where’s Dazai? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Atsushi: Dazai? Whaddya mean, he’s right next to me-

Atsushi:

Atsushi: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Atsushi: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Dazai: WHO ARE YOU?!

*The squad is having dinner together*

Dazai: Y/N, can you pass the salt?

Y/N: *Throws Atsushi across the table*

Dazai: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Y/N: *turning to Atsushi* How tall are you?

Dazai: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Y/N: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Atsushi isn’t

Dazai: I trust Y/N.

Atsushi: You think they know what they’re doing?

Dazai: I wouldn't go that far.

Dazai: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Y/N: Dazai no.

Atsushi: Mistlefoe.

Y/N: Please stop encouraging him.

Dazai: What time is it?

Y/N: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Y/N: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Atsushi: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Y/N: It’s 2 am

Dazai: Why are you on the floor?

Y/N: I'm depressed.

Y/N: Also I was stabbed, can you get Yosano, please.

Y/N: In my defence, I was left unsupervised.

Dazai: Wasn't Atsushi with you?

Atsushi: In my defence, I was also left unsupervised.

Dazai: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Y/N: You people already know too much about me.

Atsushi: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Dazai: While I’m gone, Y/N, you’re in charge.

Y/N: Yes!!!

Dazai, whispering: Atsushi, you’re secretly in charge.

Atsushi: Obviously.

Kunikida: Dammit, Dazai!

Dazai: What?! It wasn’t me!

Kunikida: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Atsushi!

Atsushi: Not me either.

Kunikida: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Y/N: *whistles*

Kunikida: Dazai isn’t answering their phone

Y/N: I’ll call

Kunikida: Atsushi and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Dazai: Hello?

Kunikida: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Dazai: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Atsushi: I personally was created in a lab.

Y/N: I just straight up spawned lol.

Dazai, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Y/N, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Atsushi, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Kunikida, trembling: What are we playing

Kunikida: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Y/N: Put spaghetti in it.

Kunikida: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Atsushi: Put spaghetti in it.

Kunikida: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Dazai: Put spaghetti in it.

Kunikida: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

Kunikida: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Y/N: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Atsushi: I got distracted about halfway through.

Dazai: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Kunikida: I think Dazai was right.

Y/N: I'm surprised he hasn't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Atsushi: He wouldn't do that.

Dazai: You're right, Atsushi. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Dazai: *turns around, the shirt he’s wearing says 'Dazai Told You So' on the back*

Kunikida: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Y/N: Plane tickets?

Atsushi: Concert tickets?

Dazai: Prostitution?

Kunikida, holding his broken frames: Glasses.

Kunikida: I think we're missing something.

Y/N: Teamwork?

Atsushi: Cohesion?

Dazai: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Kunikida: Tonight, one of you will betray us.

Y/N: Is it me, Kunikida?

Kunikida: No, it’s not you.

Atsushi: Is it me, Kunikida?

Kunikida: It’s not you either.

Dazai: Is it me, Kunikida?

Kunikida:

Kunikida, mockingly: Is IT mE Kunikida?

*Dazai is cooking*

Y/N: Any chance that’s for me?

Dazai: It’s for Kunikida. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Atsushi: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

Dazai: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Y/N: I think you mean cards.

Dazai, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

Dazai: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Y/N: What did you do?

Dazai: Nobody died.

Y/N: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Y/N: Go to Hell

Dazai, tearing up: I wish I could

*Dazai and Y/N are doing something absurdly dangerous*

Dazai: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!

Y/N, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.

Dazai: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Y/N: You and me!!!

Dazai, tearing up: Okay.

Dazai: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]

Y/N: What's that?

Dazai: Remorse code.

Y/N: I'm even angrier now.

Dazai: This is such a bad idea.

Y/N: Then why are you coming along?

Dazai: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Dazai: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Y/N: I do have a sense of humour you know

Dazai: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Y/N: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Dazai, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Y/N: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

*Dazai and Y/N skipping stones on lake*

Dazai: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Y/N, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Dazai: Where are you going?

Y/N: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Dazai: Violence isn't the answer.

Y/N: You’re right.

Dazai: *sighs in relief*

Y/N: Violence is the question.

Dazai: What?

Y/N, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Dazai, running after them: NO-

Y/N: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Dazai: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Y/N: Absolutely not.

Dazai: This is a mistake

Y/N, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Dazai: But not today

Y/N, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Dazai, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Y/N: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Dazai, with the tone of someone who is used to Y/N: Outstanding.

Dazai: This is what I’m talking about people.

Dazai: I turned out perfectly fine!

Y/N: Dazai, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Dazai: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Dazai: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Y/N: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions of the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Dazai: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Dazai: How petty can you get?

Y/N: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Dazai: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Y/N: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Dazai: Y/N and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Y/N: Sentences.

Dazai: Don't interrupt me.

Dazai: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Y/N: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Dazai, pointing: May I sit there?

Y/N: That's my lap

Dazai: That doesn't answer my question, Y/N.

Dazai: Welcome, fellow idiots

Y/N: Hello, Dazai

Dazai: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot

Y/N: You underestimate me

Dazai: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Y/N: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Dazai: Death is a social construct.

Dazai, tending to Y/N's wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Y/N: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Dazai: Okay, truth or dare?

Y/N: Truth

Dazai: How many hours have you slept this week?

Y/N:

Y/N: ...Dare

Dazai: Go to bed.

Y/N: I don’t like this game.

Dazai: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Y/N: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Dazai: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Y/N: It’s not a joke.

Y/N: *sniffles*

Y/N: I’m a legit snack.

Y/N: I prevented a murder today.

Dazai: Really? How’d you do that?

Y/N: self control.

Dazai: So that’s my plan.

Y/N: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Dazai: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Y/N: It fucking sucks.

Dazai: That’s not constructive criticism.

Dazai: You love me, right, Y/N?

Y/N: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Y/N: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Dazai: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Y/N: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Y/N: Am I going too far?

Dazai: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Atsushi: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Dazai: Not if they consent to it.

Y/N: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Kunikida: YES?!?

Dazai: I'm sad.

Y/N, nodding: mood.

Kunikida: What does 'take out' mean?

Atsushi: Food.

Tanizaki: Dating

Dazai: Murder

Y/N: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

Kunikida: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Atsushi: Several traffic violations.

Tanizaki: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Y/N: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Dazai: Also, that’s not our car.

Kunikida: Anyone d-

Dazai: Depressed?

Y/N: Drained?

Atsushi: Dumb?

Tanizaki: Disliked?

Kunikida: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people …

Kunikida: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Dazai: 'Prettiest Smile'

Tanizaki: 'Nicest Personality'

Atsushi: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Y/N: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'

Kunikida: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife?

Dazai: Rude.

Tanizaki: That’s fair.

Atsushi: Not again.

Y/N: Are you going to want this back?

Kunikida: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Atsushi: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Dazai: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Tanizaki: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Y/N: My moral code, is that you?

Kunikida:

Kunikida: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Kunikida: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Dazai: ... Your what?

Kunikida: My friends.

Tanizaki: Is he saying “friends”?

Atsushi: I think he’s being sarcastic.

Y/N: No, no, no, this is delirium, he’s cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Kunikida! All of your friends are in this room.

Kunikida: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

Dazai: I’m an idiot.

Kunikida:

Tanizaki:

Atsushi:

Y/N:

Dazai:

Kunikida: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

Kunikida, trying to convince Y/N to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong!

Tanizaki: And silent!

Atsushi: And grumpy!

Dazai: And oblivious to reality!

Y/N:

Kunikida: Where's Dazai, Tanizaki, and Atsushi?

Y/N: They're playing hide and seek.

Kunikida: Where?

Y/N: I don't think you get how this game works.

Kunikida: Good morning.

Dazai: Good morning.

Tanizaki: Good morning.

Atsushi: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.

Y/N: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

Y/N: Dandelions symbolise everything I want to be in life

Dazai: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Y/N: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Ranpo: edible

[random-french-girl]

Could you do Martha and Fatin for the brotp?

Hi friend! Thanks!

What in-jokes do they have with each other?

They rate every guy Martha meets and finds cute on a scale “from zero to Marcus”. The scale is NOT scientific, and none of the other girls really understand it. But it’s hilarious.   

Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?

First option. Fatin always insists to pay for Martha’s drinks though. 

Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?

Martha, actually :) She’s wickedly sneaky when doing pranks, and a lot of them involve using various animals (mostly insects and the likes) to scare Fatin. She has to be careful, though, because Fatin has no qualms about squashing a spider with a rolled-up Vogue Magazine. Which is not what Martha wants. (What she wants is to add to her collection of videos of Fatin screaming at the top of her lungs because there’s a harmless beetle on her bed. It makes for a great pick-me-up whenever one of the girls is depressed.)

How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?

Oh my God, they are the most CHAOTIC texters, there’s emojis EVERYWHERE, new abbreviations daily, their texts are absolutely unreadable by anyone else. (Even Toni, who’s used to Martha’s style, can’t decipher what the fuck they’re talking about.) They basically have invented a whole new writing system. 

Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?

Both, but mostly meaningful? Fatin also loves organizing Martha’s birthday parties. She does The Most. Martha is delighted. 

They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?

Martha drives - she, gently, leaves No Room for argument. Fatin is in charge of the music - which works great, they like the same stuff. They’re both in charge of snacks - lots of chocolate, lots of juice. 

What do they think of each other’s family?

Fatin adores Martha’s family, and is, weirdly, a little scared of Martha’s mom, in the “I never want her to be disappointed in me” kind of way. Martha is very impressed with Fatin’s parents at first - they’re so elegant and stylish!-, not so much when she learns the whole story. She loves Fatin’s little brothers though, and they love her too :)

Do they have any nicknames for each other?

Fatin has a million pet names for Martha. I don’t think Martha has any for Fatin, however. 

Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?

Honestly... they rarely get into fights. But when they do, Fatin tries to patch things up first. There’s nothing worse than knowing that Martha is mad at you.

One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?

Fatin actually calls Martha when she gets sad in the middle of a party, and she doesn’t want to bother Dot and Leah, or they’re not available, or she’s feeling self-conscious and needs Martha’s specific energy. 

What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?

Getting high on the beach for sure.

Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?

Oh, they would. For Halloween, they dress up as a devil and an angel. Martha is the devil. Fatin is a very sexy, probably not Bible-accurate angel. 

Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?

So many shows! A lot of reality TV, first of all. Martha also gets Fatin to watch the entirety of Pretty Little Liars, Fatin is. Obsessed. And furious about it. She rants about the outfits constantly.

Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?

Fatin is the “fight me” friend. Martha tries to keep the peace. 

One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?

In both cases, they’d try to talk the other out of it. 

Who would win if they arm-wrestled?

Martha.

Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?

Martha is leagues better than Fatin. They aren’t very competitive with each other, but if they are together in a team against some of the other girls they get HYPED UP and WILL destroy their competition. 

One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?

Martha brings homemade food that she cooked with her mom, UNO, Fatin’s emotional support makeup case, and has all the girls send a heartfelt card for Fatin. Also, a vibrator, which prompts Fatin to propose on the spot. (She may have been a bit delirious from fever, but still.)

How huggy are they?

It’s interesting, they’re very huggy with their respective people (Toni, Leah), but I’m not sure they hug each other all that much? They do physical affection, but maybe not via hugs? Like, Fatin will put her arms around Martha’s shoulders, and they’ll sit together with their knees touching, and they’ll touch each other’s hair and face, and hold hands. Not that many hugs though. 

What was the moment when they first realised that they’d become friends?

They start bonding pretty early on the island, but probably that one moment where Martha asks if she’ll have Romeos in her DMs too, and Fatin’s like MARTHA ANGEL YES OF COURSE <3

[parkersbliss]

Quarantime | Avengers

Pairing: None! Could be Peter Parker X reader 

Type: Headcannon

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: Language 

A/N: Will probably turn this into a mini-series with imagines, headcanons, and all that good stuff bc I’m of school till April 15th. If you want to be tagged see here.

Masterlist

(not my gif) 

When New York first announced the quarantine you thought this could be a good bonding experience with the team. 

You couldn't have been more wrong. 

Five days in and all anyone did was scream at each other. 

Tony was annoyed because, and I quote, "It's a virus, my suit is made of iron for christ's sake!" 

Peter was out of school for the next three weeks and somehow that boy had already completed all his homework for the next month. 

Nat and Wanda spent their days in the kitchen baking, which prompted a lot of taste testing and lying on your part. 

Bucky, Steve, and Sam spent their time either sparing or playing competitive cards.

 At first, the whole team loved the idea of passing time with cards

and then it got a little too competitive. 

"Draw two Tony."

"Very funny, Cap. Why don't you draw two, Romanoff."

 "I think I'll pass," As she laid down another draw two cards. 

Sam chuckles, "oh no little miss, not today." 

Bucky doesn't say anything just gently places his draw two on the table and looks to Peter. 

Peter is sweating as he places down his own draw two, it passes onto Loki. 

He places down his own green draw two. 

"How do we know he's not cheating?" Tony slams down his cards on the table. 

"For all we know that could've been a red four!" 

The room murmurs in agreement and Loki shrugs, "you don't."

Tony glares at him from across the table but turns his attention toward Thor.

Thor frowns, shuffling through his cards before slamming his fist down. He draws from the pile only to reveal another draw two, he smirks and places it down onto the others. 

"you've got to be shitting me," Steve mumbles, rubbing his forehead.

It came down to Hulk, he glared at everyone at the table. "No fair, I don't have any." 

"Well, buddy draw," Tony picks up the stack of cards and begins counting. "Draw sixteen." 

Hulk frowns and slams both fists down onto the table, it flips over and you calmly step out of the way. 

"Woah, woah buddy," Sam said.

"Hulk mad!" 

"AND there goes another game of Uno."

Thor and Loki were in charge of grocery shopping because as gods they weren't susceptible to the virus. 

You always made sure to provide a shortlist composed of everyone's needs and yet, they always managed to get extra. 

One week they came back with a lobster.

"We said toilet paper guys!" Tony said, staring at the lobster in Loki's arms. 

"That's what I told my imbecile of a brother, but he insisted we rescue the creature," Loki replied, looking down at the crustacean and grimacing. 

Everyone turns toward Thor, "he looked so lonely..."

"they're for cooking," You deadpanned. 

"NO!" Thor screamed, snatching the lobster out of Loki's hands and running off. 

To this day you weren't sure what happened to the lobster. 

Or the time they bought six too many Capri suns. 

"Why in god's name did you buy six boxes?!"

"We wanted to try all the flavors." 

"He wanted too, I did not second that." 

Peter and you, however, were thrilled, you two lived off of them.

 It was the only thing you two drank sometimes. 

"AW YEAH!!" You shouted, high fiving Peter. 

Steve sighed, "Great, they'll be bouncing off the walls with sugar now." 

Or when Natasha asked for flour and they brought back flowers.

"I asked for flour, not flowers!" 

Thor stared at her confused, "but they are both flowers, no?" 

"ones used for baking and the other for decoration."

"Well, the flowers are a nice gesture!" 

"Thor, we are in a worldwide pandemic! Flowers aren't helping anything." 

"Get better soon?" 

You and Peter spent your days Tik Toking, much to everyone's dismay. 

"Week one of our quarantine in the avengers compound," You said solemnly to the camera. 

"Thor bought six boxes of Capri suns! And a lobster!!" Peter yelled from his place on the couch. 

"Tony is slowly losing his mind..."

"Hey Steve, look at the camera!!" 

 "you guys should be doing homework." 

"Ok boomer,"  Both you and Peter snort.

"what?" Steve asks, confusion written all over his face. 

He wasn't exactly caught up with everything. 

"And this is my uncle Bucky, he's way cooler than yours! Does your uncle have a metal arm?" You sass the camera as Bucky flexes his metal arm. 

"Look at those muscles!" Peter gapes, running his hand along the smooth vibranium. 

"Not sponsered by wakanda tech." 

"Hey Peter, we should do the quarantined crew!" You suggest after watching another friend give their best slow-motion poses. 

"You're a genius, (Y/N)!!" 

You and Peter ran around the tower filming everyone's best poses.

Peter had switched into his Spidey suit and did a backflip over the couch. 

That took a few takes because you kept tossing pillows at him after he landed. 

Tony removed his Iron Man mask and Peter kept shouting encouraging words the entire time. 

"Yes, work it!! Yes, Tony! What a quee-"

"I think he gets it, Peter."

Steve caught his shield after much convincing 

Clint drew back his box

Nat did a roundhouse kick 

Wanda just flexed her powers

Hulk fist-bumped himself 

Thor flipped his hammer 

Loki, being the sass god he is slowly put his helmet on while flipping his cape 

Bucky, of course, flexed his metal arm while Sam got into a heroic pose, his hands on his hips and everything. 

and you gave the camera a wink with some finger guns

you guys owned that hashtag for the rest of the year 

Of the many creations in the kitchen, Kale muffins were the worse 

"Kale muffin?" Wanda offered.

"Uh, sure?"

She eagerly shoved one in your mouth. 

"I reall-mpshorkgorigaesjrf" 

you choked. 

"What is it bad?" 

"NoOoooO. In fact, I'll take another." 

You gave it to Peter. 

It's safe to say he never looked at you the same 

Tony had officially lost his mind and made at least 20 mini-robots 

Every day there was a new one. 

And frankly, they were not nice. 

"Mr. Barton, is there a problem?" 

"My coffee is just a little hot, it's no big deal." 

"Please let me."

 The robot took the coffee and proceeded to blow on it to cool it down. 

The coffee ended up on Clint. 

that really woke everyone up 

You and Peter went around and gave them all googly eyes

At one point you guys tried to play Wii sports 

"TAKE THAT YOU BITCH" 

"STEPHAINE I SWEAR IF YOU CATCH MY TRIPLE-"

You attempted tennis with Nat and Clint

Although the game was virtual, that did not stop them from hitting each other with the remote. 

"OUT OF THE WAY!" 

"YOU WANNA GO" 

Bowling between Tony and Steve was like watching two headless chickens fight 

"SPARE!" 

"say spare one time and I won't spare you." 

"let's go popsicle." 

Baseball between Bucky and Sam was always interesting 

"don't say it, don't say it." 

"OUT!" 

"AW, HE SAID IT!" 

"Single!"

"I know that! I left my girl back in the 1900s!" 

Hulk, Thor, and Loki did boxing. 

Like Nat and Clint, the game was virtual, but their punches were not. 

"OW YOU LITTLE-"

"AHA THE GOD OF THUNDER REINS SUPR-"

"Hulk smash." 

You and Peter sat back and filmed it all for your youtube channel 

Episode Five: Season one of Quarantime with the avengers 

All and all you guys did love the time together 

Just not that much 

but with school out till mid-April, you'll just have to get used to it

[wandasallerdyce]

Vacation - Clint Barton x M! Avenger! Reader

Pairing: Clint Barton x M!Reader

Fandom: Avengers Assemble (tv show; Marvel)

Plot: Clints plan may or may not go as accordingly

Requested: yes/no

Warning(s): mention of smut, slight cursing

Notes: oH MY GOD THIS SHOW IS AMAZING AND SO UNDERATED BUT IT REALLY MADE ME SIMP FOR THE CHARACTERS LIKE HOLY FUCK. ANYWAYS I HOPE YALL ENJOY. ALSO, THIS WASNT IN MY PLANS BUT SINCE ITS MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND I WANTED TO REWARD YALL

(GIF is not mine)

When you had asked Clint to go on vacation with you, this is not what you had in mind. Yes, you both planned to go on a trip to the Bora Bora Islands, but you guys did not plan on the rest of the team to join you guys. Clint was mad when he found out the team would be joining you guys but you were able to calm him down before he yelled at the team. Both of you were used to always being alone on vacations, especially since you guys would go at it like rabbits all over the hotel room and there was no one to interrupt you guys.

But now, you guys had to remain in control of both of your guys’ lust. It was easy for you, but Clint on the other hand was a whole different case. It took time for him to get used to it, but eventually he got around to it. Anyways, you and the team decided to go for a swim. It wasn’t everyday you got a break. Being an Avenger was hard work. You were a skilled combatant, great at flexibility and a master of different weapons. When you guys got to the beach, Steve, Tony and Sam instantly jumped into the water.

Meanwhile, you, Clint, Natasha and Scott started a volleyball game. You and Clint versus the two redheads. Hulk and Thor where on referee and cheerleading duty. “Oh come on Barton! No fair!” Scott exclaimed as he failed to hit the ball since Clint would always make it unreachable for him. Clint simply just laughed at him. “Calm down Hawkeye, let the man hit it.” You said while trying to hold in your laughter. You couldn’t lie, it was pretty funny to watch.

You turned around and looked at Natasha who was also trying to hold in a laugh as Scott fell on the sand. “Don’t give up, Man of Ants! I believe in you!” Exclaimed Thor, trying his best to cheer on Scott. This kept going on until eventually Nat got annoyed. “Alright boys, if you guys are done, me and (y/n) would actually like to play.” Natasha said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Eventually, both of the teams ended up in a tie. The sun was going down, so you and Clint decided to have some alone time and take a walk.

Clint wondered how he got so lucky. When you guys met, both of you actually hated each other. You despised his cocky attitude and he hated that you were so nice and forgiving since he didn’t believe that was who you truly were. When you guys were forced to team up to take down Red Skull, you confided in him and told him why you really joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, which made him open up to you about the circus. That was the first step in your guys’ relationship. When you guys confessed your feelings for each other, it was actually in a end of the world situation.

The fight against Thanos was starting to overwhelm all of you. You had various cuts on your body and cheek and a few tears in your suit. Clint stayed near you, making sure you were safe from the Titan’s wrath. You started to run out of ammo so you decided to just take down Thanos with your flexibility and skills all alone. As you started to reach him, he was able to grab a hold of you and started to choke you. You felt your air starting to run out and scratched at his arm with no use.

Next thing you know, your dropped onto the floor of the moon as Clint starts throwing punches at the Mad Titan. Thanos simply laughed and grabbed both of you, throwing you guys towards the watchers tower. You landed on Clint and just stayed there. Then, Clint starts talking to you. “Listen, (y/n), I’m being serious about this okay? This isn’t a game. I just wanted to tell you, that in case we don’t make it, um… ahhh… fuck it. I’m in love with you, (y/n) (l/n).” He told you, looking anywhere but your eyes. You simply responded by kissing him, finally hearing the words from him you wanted to hear for so long. He was surprised, but returned the kiss with more force. Eventually, you guys were able to bring down Thanos with the help of the Guardians of The Galaxy.

That brings you guys to the present. 4 years into your relationship, and things have only gotten better. Both of you share a room in the tower and are always together. Wherever you are, Clint is most definitely there with you also. Clint snapped out of his mind and stopped suddenly. You walked for a few more seconds until you realized he wasn’t following you. “Clint, honey, are you okay?” You asked with concern in your voice. Oh, how Clint loved the nicknames you gave him. You were the only one who was allowed to give him nicknames.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about the old times. Like when we met and stuff.” He said with a smile on his face. You smiled back and he swore he melted faster than ice cream. Your smile always radiated a certain type of happy. You turned to look at the sun setting and he immediately started sweating. He put his hand in his pocket, making sure the box was safe. He wanted to propose to you for a while, but he wasn’t sure if you would agree or not. ‘It’s now or never Barton, don’t be a chicken.’ He repeated in his head.

“Look Clint! The stars are about to show!” You exclaimed with such enthusiasm. You turned around and gasped, seeing as Clint was on one knee in the sand. “Listen, (y/n). I’m not good at speeches like Steve, but I’m going to try my best here. Basically, to put it short, I’m in love with you. I always have been. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You accepted me for who I was, even though you knew I was in the circus of crime. You didn’t judge me on my past, but on who I was now. I know I mess up sometimes, but your always there for me and help me back up. So, what do you say (y/n)? Want to become Mr. Barton with me? It’s totally okay if you say no I mean, I won’t be mad if y-“ You cut off his rambling by culling his cheeks.

“Clinton Francis Barton, how could I say no to you?” You said and leaned down to kiss him, your fingers entangling in his blonde hair. He relaxed into the kiss and synced both of your lips. Eventually both of you pulled back and he put the silver ring on your finger. It was simple, yet to you it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. “I was on a budget. Sorry I couldn’t get you a ring you deserve.” Clint said sheepishly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. You simply smiled and said, “Anything you give me is beautiful Clint.”

He stood up and dusted himself off and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and walked both of you towards the rest of the team. “When we have our first kid, I’m definitely teaching them how to shoot an arrow.” Clint said confidently. You simply chuckled. “Careful Clint, or they’ll end up shooting you in the leg.” You said while trying to hold in your laughter. Clint instantly had a shock look to his face. “Yknow what? Maybe I won’t teach them how to shoot after all.” He said looking spooked. You simply just laughed while walking back.

You ended up getting a text from Natasha telling you guys they were in Stark’s room. When you guys walked in, it was utter chaos. They decided to have a fun idea to play Uno. Right now, Nat was in the lead with two cards left followed up my Sam with three cards. Steve was still trying to figure out how to play and Thor and Tony ended up getting ganged up on with +4’s. Hulk meanwhile was watching the tv paying no attention to the others. You both decided to play the notice game and cuddled up to each other on a chair. You kept guessing who would be the first to notice the ring. Eventually, as always, it was Tony who noticed.

“Where did that ring come from?!”

I actually had lots of fun writing this even tho it’s 1:30am lolol. Anyways I hoped y’all enjoyed and peace out. Love ya guys!!!

[baroquebucky]

carne asada

a/n: hey guys ! i feel like there’s no latina fanfics out there and being salvadorian i think that SUCKS so I’m here to change it >:) i included translations for the Spanish parts so even if u don’t know it you can still enjoy it ! Feel free to request :-)

in which you culture timothée goes to the family carne asada for the first time

“mon amour how does this look?” Timothée asked, emerging from the room in a loose button up shirt and nice pants. He looked great, much too formal for a Hispanic cook out though. You smiled at him, “ay amor, it looks good, maybe put on some jeans instead of dress pants though” you teased him, watching his face flush red before he quickly went back into the room to change once more.

You quickly replied to your moms text, telling her you would be on your way in a couple minutes. Soon timothée rushed out of the room, look at you for reassurance. You smiled sweetly at him, standing up and walking over to the nervous boy.

“they’re going to love you bebe i promise you, the worse that can happen is that they hate you and call you un baboso or something” you assured your boyfriend, laughing as his eyes went wide. “I’m joking! They already love you” you giggled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before turning around and swiping the keys off the table, walking to the door and making sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

“you ready?” You turned to your boyfriend, he smiled at you softly before running a hand through his hair and nodding, you tossed the keys at him and he caught them quickly. You held the door open for him and he laughed at how you bowed slightly for him, quickly following suit. You locked the door and headed to your car.

The drive there was relaxing for you, laughing and pointing things out from your childhood as you drive into your neighborhood. Timmy tried his best to pay attention, but his mind was racing, he always read how Hispanic parents were always so critical of everything, how could he not be scared?

“amor? estás poniendo atención?” (are you paying attention) you looked at him, he quickly turned to you before focusing back on the road. “oh what? yeah sorry- just really nervous still” he replied, biting his bottom lip for a couple seconds before letting out a shaky breath. Although he didn’t know Spanish you always spoke it around him, translating after he would look at you like a helpless puppy, so he had picked up on a few phrases.

You never felt bad when you talked to him in Spanish since he did the same thing to you but in French. Sometimes just to get back at him you would talk to him in only Spanish and he would get frustrated because the little Spanish he knew flew out the window when you spoke. Between the slang words you used, how fast you were speaking and how attractive he found you speaking Spanish was the boy was mesmerized.

“angelito you don’t need to be nervous, i promise you they’re going to love you” you assured the nervous boy, placing a hand on his thigh as he continued to drive. He relaxed a little bit, smiling at you for a second before pulling into your street. He let out a shaky breath as he parked the car, looking in the mirror to check his hair one more time. He quickly rushed out of the car to open your door and help you out, you gladly took his hand as he locked the car. Even from where you were parked you could hear the music blasting and the sound of your family bickering and laughing. You smiled, excited for your boyfriend to experience a real carne asada with you and to meet your family.

“you ready?” You asked him, “not at all ma cherie” he spoke, you felt his hands get clammy, you smiled at him, kissing him in the cheek. “Wipe your hands on your jeans and calm down” you giggled, walking up to the front door, as you were about to ring the doorbell the door swung open to reveal your mom.

“mijita! ay te e extrañado tanto mi amor! Que chula te miras” (darling! I’ve missing you so much honey, you look so cute) your mom began, taking you into a warm embrace and scanning you all over to take in any differences from the span of several months since you had visited. “I missed you too mom” you replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“y este bicho guapo?” (who’s this handsome boy) Your mom began causing you to burst out laughing. “mom this is timothée my boyfriend” you smiled, moving to the side so timmy could hug your mom.

“muy bien conocerla” (it’s so good to meet you) timothee spoke, cringing at his broken Spanish. “It’s okay i know English” your mom smiled at the boy, taking in all his features. “oh okay good because my Spanish is horrible” he laughed nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“so good to finally meet you! y/n tells me about you everytime we call” your mom smiled at the boy, you both blushed deeply and he let out a small chuckle. “come inside! You have to meet everyone else!” Your mom moves aside, letting the two of you step into your childhood home. You took your boyfriends hand, leading him in the house, your mom quickly stopped you, letting timmy go in. “si te sacastes uno bueno” (you did get a good one) your mom winked at you and you nodded “ya se mama” (i know mom).

“Y/N!” Your older brothers shouted from the backyard, getting up from their seats and walking over to you, timothee was tense at your side. “hey guys!” You squealed meeting them halfway and giving the two of them a hug, you were the youngest. “how have you been?” You oldest brother, Alex asked. As you were about to answer their eyes landed on timothée. “actually i don’t care, is this the famous timothée? Im Alex” He asked, going over to say hi to the boy by your side, timothée went to extend his hand to shake your brothers hand but it was quickly swatted away by Alex. “nah man give me a hug!” He smiled at your boyfriend and you smiled at the two of them. Timothée hes usted for a second before hugging him back. “It’s good to finally meet you guys! Y/N always tells me stories about the two of you,” your second eldest brother Bryan went in to hug timothée next, towering over him.

“I’m assuming about how he would play with her braids?” Brayan laughed pulling away from the hug after a couple seconds. Timothée let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “well if you guys want we have two seats open for you guys” Alex spoke, “mainly for you tim” Bryan added, pushing you away slightly and you furrowed your brows at him, punching his arm. “I leave for like 5 months and this is how you treat me?” You joked as he shoved you once again, laughing as you stumbled a little while trying to overpower him. “well you guys have fun meeting everyone else!” Alex spoke before heading back into the backyard.

The two of you stood in the living room, you turned to timothée. “How you holding up amorcito?” You asked the boy, taking his hand in your and rubbing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. “pretty good actually, your family is fun” he smiled at you, “i think your brothers like me” he giggled and you nodded at him, “watch by the end of the night they’ll love you more than me.”

The two of you walked into the kitchen, around the small table were two of your aunts and your mom all talking and eating.

“Hola!” You spoke up, cashing your two aunts to turn around and stand up, rushing to hug you. “Ay y/n! Tanto tiempo a pasado!” (y/n! It’s been so long!) Your first aunt spoke as she hugged you tightly, “que Bonita te miras” she spoke, moving to the side so your other aunt could hug you. “Ay mi amor que grande estás ya” (oh love you’ve grown so much) your second aunt spoke, squeezing you tightly as you hugged her back.

“este es mi novio timothée” (this is my boyfriend timothée) you spoke, introducing the beautiful boy next to you, he waved awkwardly, “hola como están?” (hi how are you guys) He spoke nervously as your aunts smiled at him. “Ay que precioso eres!” (You’re so cute!) Your first aunt smiled at the boy, giving him a small hug. “Your eyes are beautiful!” Your second aunt told him, he blushed deeply thanking her. You both stood there for a couple minutes making small talk with your two aunts before finally heading out to the backyard to find your dad.

“okay you’re gonna meet my dad next, trust me he’s super sweet, don’t be scared” you smiled at your boyfriend, you could tell he was shaking from nerves. You stopped him for a second, pulling him into a side hug, wrapping your arm around his waist. “angelito i got you, no matter what i love you okay?” You assured him, he smiled at you and planted a kiss on your cheek, “i love you ma cherie” he spoke, less nervous and ready to meet your dad.

You pulled him along, scanning the backyard to look for your dad, your eyes soon landed on him and you rushed over. “Papa!” You shouted, he whipped his head around and a smile overcame his features, he had missed his little girl so much. “baby! how have you been?” He asked, smiling as he hugged you and kissed you ontop of your head. You sighed into his chest, a smile on your face, “I’ve been good and you? anything new?” You smiled up at him, pulling away and standing next to a newly nervous timmy.

“nothing much, i see someone is new with you though” your dad stated, looking at timmy, scanning him from head to toe, he looked like a good kid, because he was, but you knew your dad was gonna give him a hard time for at least a minute to see his reaction. “Dad this is timothée, my boyfriend” you smiled, timothée immediately extended his hand out, “h-hey it’s good to meet you sir” he spoke, you could hear it in his voice how scared he was. Timmys mind was going a mile a minute, making sure he didn’t do anything to make your family hate him.

“so you’re the one that stole my girl away from me huh?” Your dad spoke, timothée had no ideas what to say. “Dad! Don’t scare him away” you pouted, scowling at your father. “I’m just messing with him! So tell me about yourself timothée” you dad smiled, sitting back down and motioning for your boyfriend to do the same, he quickly followed suit and they fell into conversation, making your dad laugh and talking about his life with him and some funny stories when he began to ramble.

You smiled softly, going to get some food for you and timothée from the kitchen. As you were playing the meat and rice you looked out the window and saw your dad and timothée laughing, you were so happy that your whole family approved, it was rare. Your last boyfriend your dad hated and your mom loved, another guy you brought home they both hated, they had never both liked anyone you had brought home until now.

Your dad glanced at the kitchen window, you were caught up in conversation with your aunts and mom about drama in the community. Your dad turned to timothée, demeanor changing to a more serious one.

“so what exactly are you intentions with y/n? You’re this famous actor with millions, yet you choose to be with a Hispanic girl who isn’t even famous” your dad spoke, skeptical of what he wanted. Timothée looked at your dad, turning to the kitchen window and he could see you covering your mouth in shock at something your mom told you. He smiled at the sight of you. “Listen sir, I love her, so much. She’s so smart and there’s never a dull moment with her, I can’t go a day without her correcting me on something and making me a better person. She always makes me smile and helps everyone around her before she even thinks about herself. I’ve never met anyone more resilient than her, she’s tough and hard headed and is great at debating things she’s passionate about, I fell in love with her because she’s so amazing and we make such a great team, she keeps me grounded and i can’t see my life without her.” Timothée spoke, he was confident in his answer, stuttering a bit here and there, a smile on his face as he talked about you and moved around a bit in the chair.

Your dad looked at him for a second, a stern look on face. Timothée thought he was about to pass out when he met your dads eyes. Your dad smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. “I’m glad you’re with y/n, you’re a great kid and you’re very talented. Welcome to the family mijo,” timothée felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, he has overjoyed that everything had gone smoothly.

“hey what did i miss?” You asked, seeing how your dad and timmy were laughing it up and any signs of nervousness were gone. “nothing much” your dad spoke and timmy smiled up at you, helping you with the plates, he got up, letting you have his seat and pushing the chair in a little before taking his own seat.

“well, here is the most authentic carne asada con arroz you will probably ever get, dig in timmy t” you smiled. He thanked you and quickly got some meat, mumbling an “oh my god” before stuffing his face full of the food. You laughed at how eager he was to finish the food, not making a noise as he ate, too busy enjoying every second of it.

“that was the best food I’ve ever had” he spoke, slightly out of breath as he wiped his mouth and drank some water. You smiled at him, still eating your food, “told you it was gonna be fine” you replied after you had swallowed the food in your mouth.

Timmy fit in perfectly after a couple of hours, he got along really well with your brothers, playing a few rounds of beer pong with them and a couple of your cousins. He was amazing with all your aunts, instantly charming them with one smile, all of them talking about him in Spanish since they knew he didn’t know it.

After the sun had set your cousin suggested that you all play Loteria, and who the hell was going o reject that? You dug up all the cards from your room and passed them out to your brothers, timmy and your cousins.

“wait! Why doesn’t timothée read them” one of your cousins suggested, laughing at the thought of him struggling. You looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders, “why not? Pass me the cards” he laughed, everyone cheering him on.

“el sol” he began, smiling since he knew that one. “El para- para guas?” He furrowed his brows as everyone giggled, turning to you he whispered, “ma cherie how do you say that?” You smiled at him, “el paraguas” you replied, he then repressed it louder, everyone clapping as he moved onto the next one. It continued like that for a couple more cards until your cousin got loteria, gloating about it until your brother beat him. Eventually you were stuck reading the cards since no one else wanted to, timothée decided to sit the round out, wanting to hear you talk Spanish as much as he could, your accent cane out when you were around your family and he was living for it.

Eventually everything wrapped up and the two of you were tired, saying goodbye to everyone. “Adios tia ay me manda mensaje para que podamos hacer ese jardin que quiere” you hugged your aunt and timothée felt his heart implode with love, he didn’t know what you were saying but he was in love with how you said it.

After saying goodbye the two of you walked out hand in hand, giggling at something’s that had happened earlier. “Oh my god and when your aunt called out your uncle i almost spat out my drink” timmy laughed, opening the car door for you. You laughed remembering how he had sputtered and nearly choked.

“Did you have a good time?” You asked him, looking at him as he put his seatbelt on. “Of course, it was amazing angel” he smiled, leaning over the console to kiss you. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, pulling away so that he could start driving. “My family loves you bebe” you smiled, looking at the curly headed boy. “I’m glad they do, because i don’t know what i would do if they didn’t” he laughed nervously. Timothée stayed parked for a while, letting the car engine heat up and choosing a Spotify playlist.

As he put the car in drive you looked at him, a smile on your face as you spoke up. “Te amo Timothée Chalamet” he turned to face you, a blush tinting his cheeks and a bashful smile on his face. “Je t’aime y/n y/l/n” he responded, kissing you one more time before pressing play on his phone and driving away from your house, the two of you laughing and singing along the whole ride back.