#i need a mission where you bamboozle his ass

[slightlymoldycadaver]

I've come to accept ya can't romance Nick Valentine; I ain't happy about it, but I accept it.

One thing I can't accept is I can't play wingman for Ellie.

Ya know, give the guy a lil nudge and a wink, "Wowza, that secretary of yours, she's a real nice gal. You should take her out for a night on the town! Just a totally normal professional thank you outing (with romantic mood lighting)."

[just-jordie-things]

Ino falling in love with the most beautiful girl he ever saw while exorcising curses on a mission and being full on blown away when he sees you pull out some super impressive technique that... looks... oddly familiar...?

He's so mesmerized by you that he doesn't even notice the cursed spirit behind him, dashing at his limbs but quickly being handled by you who jumped in front of him to protect his dumb absent-minded ass.

He starts to blush stupidly and thanks you multiple times. He's both embarrassed about not being any help and impressed by you not actually needing any help anyways.

After all the curses are dealt with you glance at him and he smugly introduces himself, waiting for you to do the same.

When you tell him your name his jaw falls to the floor. Did you really just say your name was Y/N Nanami? Are you related to his mentor Kento Nanami? You surely must be, Nanami isn't a common surname in this area. Or maybe... maybe you're his wife...? But his mentor never even mentioned having a girlfriend, let alone a wife.

Nonetheless, the mere thought of you being in a romantic relationship makes his chest tighten and his heart break. Even if it would be his beloved mentor, he's feeling jealous just thinking of it.

You pull him out of his thoughts when you start to laugh, followed by a comment about how you imagined him to be a lot more badass and not so lost in battle, for lack of a better word.

Now he's confused. He's utterly baffled, entirely flabbergasted, quite literally he's bamboozled. What did you just say? Why would you think this of him when you don't know him? Was he correct that you are in some relationship with his mentor? Whether platonic, familial or romantic, he doesn't know. And if the answer is yes, which quite obviously is the case, does that mean his mentor talks about him when he's not around? He tells people about him?

"But you're also a lot cuter than he described you." — Ma'am, he will have to ask you to stop bamboozling him like this, because this young man will have a stroke quite soon.

The sound of your laugh is easily his new favourite tone, even if it's at his expense since you're obviously laughing about his confused expression. Understanding that this boy us currently stumbling over his own mind and needs some help with the situation you offer him a kind and happy smile.

"I'm Kento's younger sister."

It's the best and the worst thing he ever heard. You're related to his mentor, not in a relationship with him, something he feels immensely hopeful about, but then...

...how will he explain to his mentor that he fell for his sister?

———

Just some silly little Ino stuff my brain came up with at work.

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

pls i need more of this nom nom nom 😭💀

ino is such a love at first sight guy and i think he’d especially fall head over heels for a strong powerful capable badass woman

((and nanamis sister?? he’s day dreaming abt the wedding already))

to the point where it makes him a lil dumb and pathetic and he’s flopping like a fish out of water when you talk to him

(he probably thinks he’s being smooth but he’s stuttering and staring so hard)

lucky for him your type is handsome simps 🥰🥰

[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

[omnicat]

A Brief Summary of More Seasons of “Timeless” (Inevitably Leading Up to Gladiator!Flynn)

Hey @ununpredictableme, here’s that thing I promised to show you! :D (Again with a delay, but better late than never, right? /o\ )

The thing about time travel was, it was just too damn tempting for its own good. The whole “doubling back over your own lifetime will kill you” thing was an effective deterrent to whims like “that date was a disaster, let’s go give my past self some tips to improve the experience” and “we’re going to try this specific evil plan over and over until it succeeds, dammit!”, but as it turned out, that still left plenty of bigger ambitions.

First, of course, there was Rittenhouse and its covert world domination schemes: the very reason time travel managed to be invented in the first place. Briefly interrupted by Garcia Flynn’s roaring rampage of burning Rittenhouse to the ground and/or saving the wife and daughter they’d murdered. (Preferably both at the same time, but when push came to shove he would’ve settled for going down in a blaze of martyrdom, survivor’s guilt soothed by the knowledge that he’d at least tried.)

/S1; Flynn

Then back to Rittenhouse, their plans by that point out of the development phase and being implemented by a visionary with more flair and philosophy than common sense, but plenty of dangerous ideas either way. Though it didn’t take long for Rittenhouse’s deplorable recruitment practices to come back and bite them in the ass, resulting in a coup by one of its lowest-esteemed members.

/S2; Rittenhouse

Emma Whitmore, driven by nothing but a bitter desire to thrive over the backs of anyone who had ever harmed or held her back with even so much as their mere existence, but no longer knowing what thriving meant after the decades of pressure and manipulation and isolation Rittenhouse had subjected her to, turned the time machine into her personal pirate ship. She looted and pillaged her way through history, taking treasures and torching everything that pissed her off. And there wasn’t much that didn’t piss her off. If Flynn’s strategy had been to blow up especially fishy-smelling rocks and see what Rittenhouse filth came scurrying out from underneath, and Nicholas Keynes’ had been to repaint history in his own image in intricate and meticulously crafted brush strokes, Emma’s was to punish those in history who disadvantaged her and twist the arms of those who could elevate her in the cruelest ways she could think of. It was no wonder Jessica Logan had turned on her, in the end. It had only been a matter of time before Emma would have turned on her – and her baby.

/S3; Emma

For a short while, they thought Jessica’s change of heart was the end of it; Rittenhouse was in ruins, Emma dead, and Flynn mostly well-behaved as part of the Lifeboat crew. The antagonist bench was empty, the heroes no longer constantly preoccupied with defending themselves. The team finally had the time and opportunity to piece their timetravel-mangled lives and families back together. Lucy un-erased Amy, and their parents along with her; Flynn found a way to save Iris and Lorena without erasing all the victories their deaths had led to. Wyatt and Jessica took the Lifeboat to the 1400’s to raise their little family and clear their heads for a while. That while turned into forever. In the end, instead of disposing of the Lifeboat somewhere no modern villain would ever find it, as the initial plan had been, their grandson returned the ship to the 21st century, to a date mere weeks from the day they’d departed from. Sherwin was a bright, eager young man with Jessica’s eyes, Wyatt’s smile, an insatiable desire to see everything the past and future had to show him – and his best friend, Willard, in tow... who proved startlingly quick to be corrupted by the power of time travel.

Willard stole the ApocaLifeboat (thanks, Lucy Croft and Bearded Wyatt, that autopilot was just what they’d needed to make time travel even more of a crapshoot) and jumped from time period to time period, looking for a place and moment where he could install himself as the next best coming since Jesus, and revealing future technology and knowledge everywhere he went. He altered history with reckless abandon and relocated dozens upon dozens of bamboozled followers to eras they had no business being in.

While the team struggled to deal with Willard, Sherwin got attached to the 21th century, Lucy figured out how to deal with her restored family now that she’d uncovered the sordid truth of their ancestry, and Flynn wrestled with the self-hatred and guilt that threatened to tear his own newly-reunited family apart. And after the team returned from a jump with a damaged ship to a timeline where Connor was dead of a disease that didn’t exist before they left, taking his vital expertise and resources to the grave with him, Jiya and Rufus had to A: figure out how to undo his death, and B: develop a way to keep anybody else they cared about but who couldn’t come on a jump from being lost or critically changed by random divergences to their personal history, poofing out of existence because of family tree disruptions like Amy, or being hijacked by the enemy like Jessica. Objective A was accomplished with another jump, and objective B with what Rufus, who had the crucial eureka moment, got to dub the Wellsaday Cage (a portmanteau of Faraday Cage and H.G. Wells, the author of the first ever time machine story). The Cage ensured that everybody inside it shared in the temporal bubble that made it so the team didn’t get swept up by the effects of their actions while they were on a jump and always came back to the altered present as their old selves. BOOM. So many problems and four-dimensional puzzle induced-headaches solved.

/S4; Willard from the 14th Century

No sooner did the team stop Willard and start bickering among themselves about how – if at all – to fix the mess he’d made of history, than the remnants of Rittenhouse (their cult annoyingly unscathed by what Willard’s had wrought) reared its ugly head again. The remaining followers, a motley bunch who had rearranged the once unassailable hierarchy with blood and backstabbing in the wake of the purge of all Rittenhouse’s biggest and most actually influential figures, fought with a zeal only found in true believers who had seen their cult’s long-awaited judgement day pass by without so much as a lightning strike and doubled down on their faith regardless. Nothing the Time Team did could stop them – until finally, after an inexplicable delay of four seasons, they returned to David Rittenhouse and smothered the entire organization in the bud by killing him before he could start spreading his ideology in the first place.

/S5; Rittenhouse Redux

Preventing the birth of the Rittenhouse cult altered the history of the USA beyond recognition and, since it was Rittenhouse’s relentless urging and unlimited funds that made time travel possible, erased everything that had occurred because of it in the previous seasons. The team made a number of jumps to win some lotteries and make some jackpot investments to help themselves and the loved ones they’d saved with the Wellsaday Cage start over, and everybody set themselves to the task of adjusting to their new reality and dealing with the scars left by erased timelines only they now remembered.

Then time-travelers from centuries into the future started showed up. The team hadn’t had to wonder who the good guys and the bad guys were or what side they should be on since they cottoned on to the truth of what Flynn kept saying in S1. Now they were left questioning everything again. Who were these people from the future? What did they want, and could they be trusted to tell the truth about that? When they started contradicting each other and the cracks in their initially united front started to show, who could the team believe? And what would happen when the team fractured along long-dormant fault lines of trust (among themselves, and toward the future travelers) and philosophical disagreements over what time travel should or shouldn’t be used for and allowed to cause??

Much tension, very suspense. Wow. They figured it out eventually, though. And hey, guess what? Flynn’s inexplicable inability to come up with a sensible Plan B to kill David Rittenhouse all the way back in S1 wasn’t so inexplicable after all! Turns out it was a remote intervention by a distant-future scumbag – let’s call him Gabmucs – who read about the dude’s many different deaths in a history book about the Time War Era and the development of the tech that would come to shield The Future He Comes From from being affected by all that temporal chaos from the past. (Based on Jiya & Rufus’s Wellsaday Cage, but applied to the whole solar system past a certain point in time.)

Gabmucs thought all those ideas about oppression and suppression and world domination sounded right up his alley, and set up some kind of outcome enforcer tech (derivative from the Temporal Shield just like the Temporal Shield was a derivative of the Wellsaday Cage) around David R’s life to ensure only one specific fate from the many timelines centered around him would come to pass, and so his ideas would come to fruition no matter what. When the team first discovered David’s existence, Gabmucs’s technology had detected Flynn’s intentions and befuddled his senses until he just couldn’t think straight enough to kill the guy anymore. The eventual failure of this tech was what prompted Gabmucs to manipulate a team from his own time to go back and help him intervene in person. And while he was there, he might as well take some crucial steps toward disabling the Temporal Shield, so he could go home afterwards to a world steeped in glorious Rittenhouse-flavored evil tailor-made to his tastes.

He just wasn’t very honest to most of his team about the motives or objectives of their mission, and they didn’t take kindly to finding out the truth. Especially when one of them (let’s call her... uh... Niwrehs? /o\ I hate character names almost as much as fic titles) had fallen in love with Sherwin. (In the end, Niwhrehs stayed in the 21st century. And my wish of having both a distant past and a far future member on the team was fulfilled! Also, this season definitely has the modern team visiting the future AT LEAST once!!)

/S6; The Future

And just when they thought that was finally the end of it, Stanley Fisher arose from his ever-worsening stupor of visions and turned out to have become a temporal eldritch demi-god. A bored temporal eldritch demigod. Having seen literally everything there ever was to see, in every timeline that had ever been, he started changing things with the biggest impact possible, purely so he could experience something truly new again. And he didn’t need a time machine to transport himself to the past.

Which is what finally brings us to antiquity, and the massive, unimaginable changes he could cause by knocking history off course that far back... AND GLADIATOR FLYNN! :D The special effects budget goes through the roof! Old Rome! Ancient Egypt! The Aztecs! Atilla the Hun! Cavemen and Medieval knights and pirates and samurai and and and... WOOLY MAMMOTHS!! Good thing the far future guys left universal translator tech behind!

Wait, wait, back up, whaaaat?? WELL, you see, because of the accident that gave him his visions, Stanley was never affected by the timeline changing the way the rest of reality around him was. Even though it seemed like he was at first. But actually, every time the timeline changed, he instead absorbed the quantum imprint of the new version of himself and all the memories, visions, viability, and temporal capability that came with it. This slowly drove him crazier and crazier with every edit to the timeline, the human brain utterly unequipped to handle so many realities crammed into one mind – until the last jump of S6. That one tipped him over a critical mass of timelines into near-omniscience, and rearranged his physical and psychic being to finally accommodate it all.

(Look, no time-travel story can be called a real time-travel story unless everything goes batshit insane at some point, okay?)

Jiya had been experiencing the same thing, just on a much, much smaller scale, since she was shielded from most of the timeline changes by either being part of the jump team or being safely ensconced inside a Wellsaday Cage. But when it became clear that the team didn’t stand a chance against Stanley, she made a desperate gamble and told her past self what happened to Stanley... and how she could replicate it in herself. Jiya expected to die when she returned from this jump, but instead of being absorbed by the new timeline’s eldritch Jiya, that Jiya made sure they remained two separate entities. Girl Jiya rejoined her team, Eldritch Jiya transcended into Demi-Goddess Jiya, and between two time machines and a walking force of quantum nature, they kicked Stanley’s ass. Demi-Goddess Jiya absorbed his temporal whatever and became full-blown Time Goddess Jiya, who then merged with the timestream itself and ensured that all the time travel fuckery was finally, FINALLY, fucking over, and this season finale would be the definitive show finale. And everybody lived happily ever after.

EVERYBODY.

Yes, even if they were erased three hundred timelines ago. Yes, even if nobody was supposed to remember them anymore; she’s god now, she can fix that. That and so much more. And she does! Because she’s nice like that. Fuck ‘fate’ and ‘destiny’, the Goddess Jiya’s in charge now, and she makes sure time travel will not continue to or ever newly hurt her friends and family again.

/S7; Temporal Eldritch Demi-God Stanley Fisher

THE END

(Sorry Paulina, your scribbles will never come to anything. Or maybe they will, but your results will be relentlessly trolled by time!Jiya.)

[abovethesmokestacks]

Congrats darling Pia for 3k! Could I request "I'm personally offended you didn't get me to be your fake date." with my main man, Sam Wilson?

The Real Deal

He’s standing in the gym, going over tactics and training attack patterns when you walk through the doors and start making a beeline for them. Sam has learned to be discreet with his crush on you, but he still can’t help his chest puffing out a little, stretching to stand taller when you approach, a nervous smile on your face.

“Fellas,” you greet them, then turns to the agent. “Klaus, could I talk to you for a minute. I swear, Sam, you’ll have him back in five minutes.”

Sam’s not nosy. He’s not. Really, really not. But this is weird. It’s weird and it bugs him trying to figure out what you’d want with a junior agent, nevermind that particular junior agent. Don’t get him wrong, Klaus is good. Maybe not completely out of his rookie phase, but Sam thinks he has promise. So when Klaus gets back, Sam bites down. He won’t ask. He’s a big boy, he doesn’t need to know everything, and this is none of his business and-

“So, what did she want?”

And he is a big fat lying liar who can’t even lie to himself.

“Huh? Oh, you mean-” Klaus fumbled through getting his hands rewrapped, not really avoiding Sam’s gaze, but not exactly making an effort to look at him either. “Uh, she… wanted me to be her fake date? For some family thing?”

Okay. It’s cool. Sam can deal. He’s okay. He’s been pining for you forever, but this is cool. He is a grown ass man, and this is not high school. If he hands Klaus’s ass to him a little harder than necessary, that’s got absolutely nothing to do with this. If he spends the flight out to some mad scientist brewing up trouble in the back of beyond, it’s totally because he did not appreciate Bucky coming into his room and tossing his gear at him. While he was still sleeping. And if he glares a little at Klaus the day of when the dude shows up dressed in a fucking linen suit, then it is clearly because the sun was in his eyes, don’t tell me it’s an overcast day, Barnes, shut up.

He stews for a good three days afterwards, and in the moments of clarity that sometimes hit him, he realizes there’s no reason why. It’s not like you asked Klaus out on a date-date. It was a fake date. With your family. Where he’d pretend to be your boyfriend. Maybe even kissed you on the cheek. Or god forbid, your mouth.

The moments never last long.

“Are you okay?”

It’s a Saturday night, and he’s bleeding off some nervous energy (and maybe some very long-lasting envy) down in the gym. He’d made an offhand promise meet up for a beer after, but eh… He could end up in a flow, things would draw out, he’d need a shower, he’d sit down in his couch to watch some tv, he’d “accidentally” fall asleep. These things happened.

Other things that also apparently happen: You showing up in a pair of jeans that honest to god make him lose focus a little and almost get clocked in the head by the maize ball. Your shirt isn’t bad either. And your face… looks worried?

“I’m fine,” he says, and even though he knows it’s a fucking glaring tell that he is very much not fine, he turns back to punch at the ball again, dodging it as it swings back.

“So why does it feel like I haven’t seen you in a while?” you counter, crossing your arms over your chest. “And for that matter, when I do see you, why do you look like you’re walking around with a rain cloud over your head?”

A small voice inside his head is telling him to just fold like a cheap suit already and tell you just what is bothering him and why, but it is unfortunately drowned out by the side of him that insists on being a moron.

“Been a coupla rough missions. Kinda still getting used to the whole… thing.”

“Sam, you make victory barrel rolls on every mission when the bad guys admit defeat and you got so excited at Halloween when a whole gaggle of kids came dressed as you that you emptied out a whole gallon’s worth of candy between them. Now what’s going on? Is this because of thing with Klaus?”

Come on, Sam, be the bigger man and fess up.

Or, alternately:

“Nah,” he shrugs.

“‘Cause you do know what fake means, right? Fake, as in not real.”

Sam grumbles under his breath, but obviously not unintelligible enough.

“What was that?”

“I said…” he enunciates, with very bad grace, “I said, maybe… I’m personally offended you didn’t get me to be your fake date.”

The reaction he expects ranges from surprise to harsh rejection, and maybe if he’s being totally honest, something that would not be totally out of place in a teen rom com. The reaction he gets is silence. Which… is not really great. Because good things seldom follow silence. Sam’s had that experience far too many times.

“Maybe I didn’t ask you for a reason,” you finally say, looking at him while, and Sam cannot believe this, scraping your foot.

“And what reason might that be?”

You cock your head, and Sam swears to any god listening that if you start swaying, he might just explode into tiny unicorns.

“If you were my fake date, that means we’d be in a fake relationship, and I’d eventually have to fake break up with you and I would never be able to take you to see my family again.”

What?

“You- what?”

“Jesus Christ, Wilson…”

Sam holds up his hands, “Hey, now, I am not the one talking in riddles here!”

“I am telling you I didn’t want you to be my fake boyfriend because I want you to be my real boyfriend and take you to see my family on more than one occasion, okay?”

Well.

That’s-

That is-

He has absolutely zero witty comebacks for that, and so falls back on the oldest, most moronic reaction in the book.

“Huh?”

Scrunching up your face, you close the distance between you, mumbling “oh, for pity’s sake” under your breath before cupping his face and kissing the everliving daylights out of him. It’s not the most elegant kiss, and Sam thinks he may need to reevaluate his stance on having game, because he feels like he’s sixteen all over again and trying to not make an absolute ass of himself kissing Chelsea Bradford at junior prom.

It turns out well in the end. You break the kiss with a satisfied smile, declaring “not bad” before sweeping out, and leaving him completely bamboozled for about five minutes before his brain reengages and he runs after you. One does not simply Cinderella Sam Wilson. It feels a little high school asking if you’re, like, official now, and you are definitely failing at holding your laughter back, but a man’s gotta know, okay? Klaus looks a little too relieved a few weeks later when they’re training again, and you breeze back into the gym to ask Sam to be your very real, actual date for Christmas.

“Okay, why did Klaus look like he wanted to run and hide at the sight of you?” Sam asks later, spread out on the couch while you’re getting dressed after a shower.

“Oh. Maybe he thought I’d ask him to be my fake date again,” you call back from the bedroom, peeking out. “Or it may be the fact that Klaus was very much horrified by his only visit with my parents and I had retroactively bribe him with Ben & Jerry’s and promise him he wouldn’t have to do it again.”

Sam all but bolts out of the couch, “I’m sorry, can you say that again?”

“Which part?”

“The part where he was horrified and you had to bribe him?” he urges, walking up to the bedroom. Keep your wits about you, Wilson, she’s only wearing a robe and she knows how to use it.

“I mean, you could just say I was paying him for services rendered,” you shrug, and oh no, do not open that sash.

“You used the word bribe!”

“It was a joke!”

“The man was horrified!”

“Calm down, Sam, you’ll be fine. Just…”

“What?”

You peer at him, squinting before pursing your lips, “Nah, nothing. You’ll be fine.”

Sam is about to protest, but that damn sash gets untied and that damn robe falls open and damnit damnit damnit damnit-

You’re up close and he can feel how warm you are through his clothes and you promise him that he’ll be fine, he’s Cap now and Cap always has things under control.

Right?

Right.

| Pia's 3k Drabble Round (closed) |

[iwishnomore]

Empty Hands

Getting through hell

1: meeting by chance

In which Seras has taken a lot of damage after fighting witches by herself. She is on a mission of her own, trying to hinder the coven that she abandoned years ago from gaining a powerful artifact in hell. Doubting herself and her resolve to put her life on the line for her goal, she tries to recover and hide her wounds when she encounters the brothers. The chance encounter and the fact that D+V are looking for a way out of hell, spur her into lying and making a deal with them to get them out of hell in exchange for their help. Seras is really digging this guy with the slicked back hair, but that is only for her right now. There are more pressing matters to attend to- Seras observes the moon in hells skies. Waning already.

2: Ungrateful wench

After clueing the brothers in on at least a part of what is going on, the group encounters their first enemy, a witch that stands between them and a tunnel they need to get through. Being too weak to fight, Seras has to stand back and watch the men fight. Dante is the one fighting this witch. First hints on the book and Seras relation to the coven and it’s master are dropped. First banter between V+S

(add chapter or add content- after dante leaves.)

3: starting to work together, killing a big one

Getting through the tunnels, they soon realize that they are being followed. What seems to be a small fry, turns out to be a controlled demon, fighting against it’s will. An earthbound witch has infected the demon after it had entered a contract with it. While still not too much of a fight, the guys need to work together a tiny bit. Seras rids the demon of the witch’s core that it carried, but it is promptly stolen by the witch it belonged to. Dante persues the enemy and leaves V+S to themselves. He will catch up to them later. With the witch gone, the tunnels are soon behind them- Seras is pleased with this. Her eyes again, searching for the moon high above them.

(add chapter-what CAN you do) (add chapter- door mechanism)

4:tattered books on broken shelves

More banter. Playful from Sera’s side. Vergil has to hide a smile or two~ He is not exactly made of stone, you know. They move forward and reach the ruins of an old library. All the texts in the books and scrolls are writting in ancient demonic languages. Frustration on S’s part as she realizes that even if she was holding the book in her hands she wouldn’t know, as she can’t read the words. Their half assed search for the book (vergil is barely taking part as he is more amused by her than he dares to admit, also, he is not taking the witches seriously, so far. they are only human after all) is cut short when another witch makes an appearance. this one, accompanied by a strong demon she contracted with. she claims to already have the book and drops more info about what the coven wants with it. Seras is enraged and uses up what energy she still has left to do some damage but ends up almost killed as her powers forsake her. Vergil finishes the fight and finds the sought after book while Seras is unconscious. He picks up his witch and leaves the now burning library.

5: flashback to the coven

Memories of Seras’ time as a member of the coven. Getting found by mother, learning to control her core, finding out about mother’s past. Leaving (to save herself.)

(doesn’t need to be a chapter)

6:you are made of moonlight 

Seras wakes up but is barely able to move. It is night and while she was out, Vergil has brought them to a safer place. A quiet lakeside that seems eerily uncharacteristic for hell, she notices (but whatever i just want to write it like that ahahah). waking up a little more she notices Vergils coat on her. Well worn and with tattered edges if you are up close. That’s that for the coat but what about the man usually wearing it? Speaking of which, the one wearing it is washing up at the lake and we get some peeping action on shirtless vergil. yay. He notices her being awake as he comes back and we get some playful banter- now from both sides. Maybe her outburst in the last chapter has earned her some points?She asks if the witch really had a book with her; Vergil lies and says that nothing was dropped.Anyways, she explains that she wont be able to move further for a long time unless she gets some demonic energy for her core. He is sceptic at first but relents and offers his own. After a last few seconds of gazing up at the moon Seras falls asleep at his shoulder.Vergil reads in the book, secretly. some fluff- too bad seras wont know. you are getting soft Vergil, must be because you are getting old, my dude.

7: secrets written in ennoch

We get to know a little bit about the contents of the book. Part of the origin story of witches. :U cool. Hints about the true nature of the ‘first contract’ and who it was made between. Kinda a flashback of people we dont know. but it’s cool- this is what Vergil has been reading i guess.

8: breakthrough, the rewards for your feelings

Someone completely ruins the mood just when Seras wakes up and finds herself in a good spot (damn). With her energy fully recharged and her owunds finally closed, Seras wants to kick ass but of course things go different than she imagined. (does anything ever go her way?) Vergil is blocking her from the fight at every corner- damn you, tough guy. (exchange enemy with demon type- someone Vergil knows from his time in hell when he served Mundus) Bickering ensues, use of SDT due to irrational anger, genuinely trying to keep Seras save although she could probably fight- maybe also trying to keep her out of it bc it’s HIS problem- not hers.  He wins the fight but Seras is pissed and they argue. BONDING MOMENT???

8a: DEFINITELY A NEW CHAPTER HERE

A witch appears :D Wow, so innovative. this time Seras participates and things seem to go smoothly until the witch bamboozles them hard.  Seras ends up trapped because of something. Funnily enough, this enemy is not easy to kill. Fast and with amazing regenerative abilities that even put sparda blood to shame. Vergil struggles, no matter what weapons he decides to use against this witch. Seras is helplessly watching from afar :/ Finally, as all seems to be in vain, Yamato appears. With this, the witch is killed in seconds. Vergil wins, they are safe from the witch and the sword that can open portals is back. Which also means....there is no need for Vergil to help Seras anymore...or is there? Uneasy feelings.

9: The things we don’t dare say out loud.

Some backtracking through the past chapters, with vergil’s POV in focus.  The way he came to look at Seras has changed throughout the story for reasons we could guess- and some reasons we couldnt guess.  It’s true that with his Yamato back in his hands, there is no need to kill the witches of the coven anymore in order to get out of hell.  Still, Vergil chooses to stay at Seras’ side.  With some words that are so desperately needed to be said left unspoken, Seras and Vergil continue their way. The moon sickle is already dangerously thin. (needs more bonding stuff)

10: welcome back, dante

Dante comes back! YAY! This man is so confused when he realizes that the other two have become much more friendly with each other than before. The reunion is cut short by another witch. And this one isnt nice at all. For her fallen sisters, this one has gathered all the demons that have been freed of their contracts and formed an amalgamation of death and decay. Aiming straight for Seras, she is seriously out for blood. The group fights together to get rid of this last witch. Knowing that this was the last one of the witches that entered hell, that their plans have most likely been shattered successfully,  and that ‘Mother’ had pulled the strings from the safety of the covens base, our trio finally leaves hell....only to be greeted by.... 

11: Inivitation to your funeral

Seras’ actions in hell havent gone unnoticed. This witch is in for some trouble. Slyly, she is greeted with smiles and hugs in front of the pesky half demon brothers. Come back home, girl, Mother isn’t mad at all...This is her funeral she is getting invited to. the lie is obvious to seras. Yet still, how could she refuse, and pull the guys through even more of her problems. She agrees to follow ‘her sisters’ but not before taking one last thing she needs from the man that has helped her so much and who she has grown so fond of in such a short time. Just once. For luck (if only luck could really help her now). She steals a quick kiss from his lips that surprises not just everyone around her, but also herself. Yeah, if it wasnt her death day, she would have loved to find out if the feeling was shared. (Dante: Hey, where’s my kiss? I helped too!!) This ends her deal with the brothers. Seras leaves with the witches.  At the base of the coven, mother greets her with bittersweet contempt. The gall to stand before mother with a smile on her face. Seras reveals the reason she ran from the coven. Mother is hundreds of years old, keeping her youthful appearance with not illusion magic but by raising promising witches and stealing their bodies once she is satisfied they have a powerful enough core. Her technique is lacking though, and finding a host body that wont reject her has become harder and harder with each change she underwent. The book the witches were send to seek in hell has important information on the original witches, their powerful contracts and the origin of their powers. Mother needs it to save herself from falling apart. Nevertheless, the book is in hell, or lost in the fire, the portal closed and mother’s plans in shambles.  Bound and with the blade on her neck, Seras is ready to die, satisfied with knowing that mother’s life will end soon as well. Only, the execution is halted when... 

12: Betrayal

Vergil appears. (how the fuck did he even find this place??) Seras is alive. for now. (and secretly extremely happy to see Vergil there, bc oh wow he kinda came to save her, right?). The joy is shortlived though, when Vergil instead of just starting to fight, engages in buisness talk with mother. the book she has been looking for---he has it. and he wants to strike a deal. mother is quick to try and lure him in with promises of power. He wants to take the conversation elsewhere. And for that, ‘this’ needs to be finished. He stabs Seras with Yamato. Wow, much heartbreak. Mother is satisfied with this, seeing that Seras is bleeding out on the ground. The witches take their leave and Vergil joins them. Might change this and instead have ‘mother’ take Seras unconcious body to try and use it for herself, can add nice sappy scenes with Vergil longingly looking at her sleeping form if I do that :DDD[Dante appears, too late, and yet just in time to save Seras from certain death. He takes her to Devil May Cry. (maybe this is a good time to show some more characters. Morrison for intel, Trish for some demonic stuff- i love lady but i dont know how and if to fit her in here)].

13: I long for her. 

Vergil’s POV: about the book, his deal with ‘Mother’. We realize that he is in fact not after more power- but just here to get rid of the witches once and for all. (this has to do with stuff the witches have said to and about Seras, and what he heard before he interrupted Seras’ execution.) Is this man actually doing something for someone else?!?! wow. Seems he likes that Witch he met in hell a tiny bit. <3But even if he gets rid of the witches, after what he did to save her- how would she trust him again? Poor Vergil~ Subject to change[Meanwhile Seras is restless, Dante and Trish want to leave to kick some Witch and Vergil ass but she is still too injured to be of help. Still, she hides the pain and joins them. She could ask Trish or dante for help and some demonic energy that would heal her up more quickly....but she doesnt feel right about that.  Vergil stabbed her, betrayed her and joined the one she hates the most...yet she can still feel some of his energy lingering within her and taking someone elses would erase that...and, for some reason....well fuck it, it’s bc she has fallen madly in love, would hurt more than the slowly healing stab wound. Dante seems to know something about the whole thing...he tries to comfort Seras, but can’t find the right words to explain his hunch about something to her. Either way, the new moon is approaching, and the witches must be stopped.]

14: The Contract

Mother cant read the demonic texts. With Vergil’s help the ritual for the contract is prepared. this one will grant mother powers beyond a witches imagination. And what’s more, she can bind a son of sparda to her. A desirable feat. He seems cold for now, but surely he would warm up to her in due time~New moon. The thin ring of light that is still visible only emphasizes the emptiness within it. Either way, Vergil has made his decision. A favor he won’t expect anything in return for. If Seras lives, that is enough. Dante would have saved her. Dante, ofc. The thought brought a smile to his face. No matter...the ritual is about to start.

[blitzandthebarracudabrigade]

Prologue 1.1: Secrets of Takoyarkov

Aie, it’s been far too long hasn’t it? Sorry for the unannounced hiatus everyone. A lot of life business decided to rear its ugly head and drag me through hell and back but now I’m able to continue my side hobby of story writing! It’s also given me time to come up with a second big story to coincide with the sequel to Splatoon. I hope you can forgive my absence and enjoy this piece of what’s to come!

(2217 hours, 4 miles above sea level...)

“GBR HQ, this is Remora 2 approaching the drop-off.”

“Uh, affirmative Remora 2 we are calculating that it will take approximately 30 minutes until drop-off. Over.”

“Understood GBR HQ, we’ll keep our altitude high and dry and haul ass asap once we deliver the units.”

“Continue radio silence until you are beyond the designated danger zone. HQ, out.”

The radio crackled into silence as the pilots of a Remora 2 helicopter shut off their communications before focusing on their duty. The pilot signaled his wingman to notify their passengers to prepare for landing. He got out of his seat and made her way to the troop compartment, where two other individuals were sitting opposite each other.

The one sitting on the left was Siemo, a rare albino octoling who’s been lucky enough to escape the dictatorial grasps of General Octorus Krillovsk. She donned a standard issue lightweight padded helmet and padded uniform and pants. On her back was a large utility pack and her trusty Octoshot, refitted with inkling tweaks to better improve its combat capabilities. She was idly kicking her legs to and fro in her old pair of boots, signs of wear and tear still present along the bottom sections of the footwear.

The other occupant, Torke, wore heavily padded armor which protected most of his body. The only visible part of him was his face which was masked by a full tinted visor gas mask. He was focused on cleaning his weapon, a modified Bamboozler, with a rag. The barrel length was increased by one segment along with an unusual mechanism located at the tip of the weapon and the handle readjusted to be held in a diagonal fashion. A moment later he looked up to see the co-pilot approaching them.

“Hey, octoling.” He motioned to Siemo with the rag before tossing it aside. She took notice and collected her gear.

“Okay you two, I’ll give you a briefing one more time. Your objective is to investigate the designated zone known as ‘Takoyarkov’ and see if those rumored weapons are stored somewhere within the city. Once we reach the drop zone you’ll have to go into radio silence until you complete your objective, understood?”

“Yessir!” The two replied, strapping their weapons tightly to their packs before grabbing a parachute. They returned to their seats and awaited further instructions.

(Several minutes later...)

“All passengers this is your captain speaking,” a voice spoke throughout the troop compartment. “we are about to reach our destination so please unbuckle your seat belts and proceed to the big ass door located at the rear of the aircraft. Thank you for flying with Inkopolis Military Airlines, where our ass is only a peg more important than yours-”

“Stop fucking around.” the co-pilot interrupted.

“Sorry.”

Siemo and Torke stood up and made their way to the opening. The pair looked outside and saw that they were several thousand feet in the air, barely able to distinguish any landmarks. 

“You ready kid?” Torke made a last minute pat down of his equipment before tightening the parachute over his shoulders.

“Yeah.” Siemo copied his actions and made sure her weapon and pack was secured to her.

“Then I’ll see you on the ground.” Torke took a few steps back before running forward and leaping out of the aircraft. Siemo watched as he spun a few times before positioning himself head long at the ground. Taking in a few deep breaths, the octoling stepped back and followed suit, the noise of the aircraft suddenly replaced by the rush of air racing past her. As she descended, Siemo looked around her and saw something she would never have seen in her dreams.

Stretching as far as she can see, the ground beneath her was dotted with several details almost too numerous to make out specifically. Cities and suburban areas dotted the horizon, more specifically the glimmering metropolis of Inkopolis. She could make out the unmistakable Inkopolis Tower and the Great Zapfish nestled firmly around the structure. For the few minutes she spent free falling she couldn’t avert her gaze from the glowing electric eel, sparks glistening through her visor. 

“Siemo, I’ve reached the drop-off. What’s your status?” a voice crackled through her ear piece. She snapped out of her daze and responded.

“Uh, I’ll reach it in a moment.” She patted herself down quickly and found the release cord. Siemo pulled on it and felt her body jerk before seeing that her parachute had safely deployed. Letting out a sigh of relief she descended towards a faint glow where her comrade was waiting. A few seconds later she landed, quickly collecting the chute and removing the straps to the parachute pack.

“You good?” Torke asked, unholstering his weapon and filling it with ink.

“Yeah, just had to find the cord.” She joked before taking her Octoshot out. “Ready.”

“Alright, we have to find a safe location to set up a temporary hideout.” Torke suggested as he scanned their surroundings. Most of the buildings that once towered around them were now toppled over and overgrown with vegetation with a few exceptions that still remained standing. The paths between them were just as overgrown, the pavement cracked and choked full of grass and weeds.

“You’re right. The sooner we find shelter, the sooner we can begin looking for those human weapons.” Siemo agreed as she stuffed her parachute into her pack. The pair then headed towards what appeared to be the main street and followed it down to the center of the city.

(A few hours later...)

“Nothing,” Siemo sighed as she exited a small building. “no sign of any recent activity.”

“Well that’s good,” Torke replied, standing up and giving the building one last look. “it means that there’s little possibility of anyone getting in the way of our mission in this... codforsaken place.” 

The two have been searching around for a suitable place to hunker down in, but every building they’ve searched through looked as though they would cave in if they so much as sneezed. Worse still, the Geiger devices that were attached to their uniform sleeves began to faintly click indicating they were close to radioactive spots. The octoling looked at hers and saw that the meter read 8% radiation. But this didn’t deter her nor her comrade.

“We should find an elevated spot to camp out for a while.”

“Right,” Torke nodded. “but most of the skyscrapers that are still standing are further down that way, which could also mean higher levels of radiation.”

It was a risk they had to gamble on. They had to inform GBR HQ of their status, so the two ventured deeper into the dead city. After passing several alleys, streets, and empty buildings the pair entered what they could only assume was the inner city sector. The relatively stable skyscrapers surrounded them, giving the impression that they were trapped. 

“I guess this is city central.” Siemo muttered as she checked her geiger device. The needle inched towards 15% radiation. Torke looked at his own device and placed a hand on the octoling’s shoulder.

“We’re still in the safe zones. Now let’s go see if these buildings are safe enough to camp out in.” He patted her a few times reassuringly and took the lead as they approached the closest structure. Torke scanned the seemingly intact doors that stopped them and merely touched the handle when it suddenly crumbled into pieces. He looked back to his comrade and shrugged as he stepped over the pile of dust and entered the vacant building. Once inside Siemo and Torke looked around and saw that the interior of the building was surprisingly roomy. Despite the walls looking severely decayed along with what remained of a tiled floor and ceiling, the space they were in seemed safe enough to hide out in. They pushed piles of debris and rubble aside and managed to space out the center in order to set up their field equipment.

“Home sweet home.” Torke joked as he unpacked his gear: a few boxes of MREs, a portable radio, and two ink tanks for his weapon. Siemo followed suit and laid out her own equipment including a map of the city ruins and a compass.

“Where do you think we are approximately?” The octoling asked as she tried to determine the location of where they landed. Torke took his place by her and scanned the chart. He pointed a finger to what appeared to be part of a highway leading into the city, similar to the one they walked on.

“We took the path here,” He then moved his finger along the road towards a cluster of collapsed buildings. “And made our way through this mess.” Torke then tapped on an open space close to the building they’re occupying. “And now we’re here. So we’re not too far from our objective.”

Siemo nodded in agreement and sat back to prepare an MRE. “We should rest here for now. Better to continue on rested and full than tired.” She ripped open the small cardboard box and pulled out the few contents inside: a pack of crackers, a tin can of refried beans, and a container of pickled veggies. Wasting no time the octoling started digging into the can of beans, barely giving time to chew on the individual pieces.

“Geez, slow down there,” Torke chuckled as he had barely gotten his own package opened. “There’s no need to rush your meals.”

Siemo looked down at the can only to find that she had gulped down almost all of its contents. For a moment she felt her mind was back at the Octarian boot camp she started training at. The same training routines with the same schedules for meal breaks and sleep. She tightened her grip on the container before setting it down gently. “S-sorry... I guess my mind was somewhere else.” 

The inkling commando shook his head and looked down to the makeshift map. Making a few last minute calculations he guessed that they were within a mile east of their objective. Leaning back against some debris he peered over to the octoling and watched her picking at the can with her utensil. “So... the Commander decided to let you come along this mission with me?”

Siemo looked up and nodded. “Yeah. He said that I was ready to take on a mission without the need for his supervision.” Grabbing the can she tilted it up and swallowed the last morsels of beans before tossing the empty tin away. “...I’m surprised you didn’t oppose to the decision. Given who I am and-”

“No, I’m alright to working with you. From what I’ve heard around the base camp you helped him contact Inkopolis a year ago at the Battle of Octo Valley with uh... Echo?” Torke reached in and grabbed a biscuit before breaking off a piece and popping it in his mouth.

Siemo recalled the battle, hearing the distant explosions and gunfire as she tried to convince Agents 1 and 2 of what was happening. “Yeah... I remember,” She slid her MRE box aside and turned to face him. “If it weren’t for him and his brigade... I don’t think Inkopolis would have been around today.”

Silence fell upon the two as time passed, the sky growing darker with each passing minute. They managed to finish their meals without another word before setting up positions to take turns overwatching. Torke offered to take up first shift, allowing Siemo to get some shut eye. Slipping into her sleeping bag, the octoling placed her Octo Shot by her head before closing her eyes. 

The inkling looked back to his sleeping comrade before reaching into his combat vest, pulling out a small radio. Flipping the device on he fiddled with the few notches and dials in order to get the right frequency. After a minute of adjusting he succeeded.

“Torke to GBR HQ. Come in.”

Radio static crackled from the device.

“Torke to Great Barrier Reef HQ, do you read me?”

“...e read you troop... Ho... s the mission pro...ding?”

“Just as planned. We have managed to find temporary shelter within a mile of our objective location. Will update you when we are ready to move out, over.”

“Co... that. Make su... you two find out... at the enemy is planning... over.”

“Will do. Commando Torke, over and out.” He scrambled the frequency before flipping the radio off and tucking it back into his vest. Glancing once more over to the slumbering octoling, the commando drew out his weapon and cocked it ready for any potential hostiles. 36 hours... we must find out what the Octarians are doing here...

[pineapple-qween]

The Bet

Relationship: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: (Request)  Oh thank you! I was hoping you could write something where Jason and the reader have been dating for a couple months but they haven't told anyone about it so they hold hands under the table when they’re with friends/on a date and try not to sit close to each other when others are in the room and Jason and the reader think they are being careful about hiding it but have no idea that everyone already knows. Please and thank you!

Key: Y/N= your name, E/C= your eye color

The sun shone through your window, tickling your face with it’s rays. Your eyes fluttered open to your room. You felt an arm wrapped around your waist. That was when you remembered your boyfriend, Jason, had slept over that night, but you didn’t remember him coming into bed with you. You tossed over and looked into the blue sea of Jason’s eyes.

“Good morning, babe,” Jason smiled to you.

You smiled widely at him, “Morning Jay. What time did you come to bed last night?”

“Ah, late. I had to Red Hood it up before bed, sorry.” Jason began to rub your shoulder comfortingly. “Also, I love listening to your little snore, so it didn’t bother me coming to bed late.”

You scoffed and slapped his arm. “I do not snore,” you exclaimed scooting away from him. “Anyway, we gotta get up. You have a mission debrief and I have to help with a case.” You shimmied to the end of the bed only to be grabbed and pulled into a hug. “Jay! Come on, we have to get up!”

Jason snuggled his face into your neck, “But I don’t wanna, beside they can’t do anything with out us, so they’ll wait.” Jason tugged you into his chest. “Please Y/N, what’s five more minutes?”

“Fine,” you sighed. Jason pecked your check happily.

You were sitting next to Jason in the briefing room. Bruce was going over what he needed everyone to do that day so they’d be prepared for the night. You were sitting the furthest away from everyone, Jason second furthest. You weaved your fingers into his under the table and watched as he smirked into his lap. You kept a reasonable distance between the two of you.

The rest of Jason’s family didn’t know you were dating and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. Jason insisted that if Bruce knew about you two, he’d never hear the end of the “don’t-endanger-a-civilian-life” speech. You claimed it was fine, you were already in the life, and Bruce knew you could hold your own, but Jason insisted that he was right. You caved eventually, saying that Bruce would figure it out on his own, he was The Detective.

“Everyone understand,” Bruce finished, watching heads nod, noticing the fact that you and Jason were distracted, “Jason! You understand right?”

Jason rolled his eyes and looked at Bruce. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Bruce gave him a skeptic look. “Basically, no killing, am I right?”

Bruce exhaled loudly, “Yeah, basically.”

Jason smirked in victory and felt as your hand had given his a light squeeze. He just smiled more, knowing that was all you could do to reprimand him at that moment.

The family broke off to begin their respective jobs. You were with Tim and Barbara, working to crack a code for a new secret group. You lingered after telling Babs you were going to use the restroom first. You watched as the family filed out, Jason hanging on the tail of the train. Then he stopped, turned around, and walked back to you.

“You should’ve been paying attention, Jay, you could’ve costed our almost year long bamboozle of the great Batman,” you mockingly scolded your boyfriend.

“How could I,” Jason pulled you into his arms and gazed into your E/C eyes, “when I’ve got the prettiest girl in the world sitting next to me.” You blushed before giving Jason a kiss. Jason broke away, “Wait, did you just say bamboozle?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

While distracted by kissing, Dick and Barbara took the opportunity to settle the bet that had formed between them and the rest of the family, minus Bruce. They peaked through the tiny crack in the door.

Babs repeatedly smacked Dick’s arm, whispering, “See I told you! I told you and I win! Well, me and Steph, Cass, and Alfred.”

“Ugh, that means Tim, Damian, and I owe you guys ten bucks! I don’t have that kind of money!” Barbara playfully swatted his head. “Ow,” he call out, louder than he meant to.

You stared over Jason’s shoulder, completely frozen. “Y/N, what is it?” Jason spun around and spotted eyes peaking through the door. “DICK,” he screamed angrily, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Dick just began cackling and running as fast as he could, knowing Jason would soon be after him.

Jason bolted after him, swinging the door wide open to reveal Barbara still there. “So,” you began softly, “how long have you known?”

“Well, we confirmed our suspicions today, but probably a couple months. We had a little bet going and we won,” she explained proudly.

“We? Who all is we,” you uttered shocked.

Babs began to turn red, “Cass, Steph, and Alfred. We bet that you two were leading a secret relationship.”

“And the rest?”

“Bruce abstained, but I’m guessing he already knew, Dick voted no as did Tim and Damian. Damian claimed Jason had no feeling and couldn’t possibly be in a romantic relationship with anyone.” Barbara finished as a scarlet faced Jason appeared back in the room.

“I’m going to murder him! He won’t know what hit him! He’ll die a painful death,” Jason howled. You stepped next to him and put your hands on his arms. You gave him a calming look and watched as he relaxed almost instantly. “Okay, maybe I won’t kill him, but I will beat his ass in training.”

“I don’t doubt it, but, Jay, everyone knows now. Especially if you let Dick get away,” you inched closer, “Might as well enjoy the freedom.” You leaned in and passionately kissed Jason, knowing that a stamped of his family was charging towards the room.

“Unbelievable! Todd has no emotions how could he get a girlfriend,” Damian yelled.

You broke away from the kiss and smiled at Jason’s family. “Well you better believe it, I kiss him and love him and he loves me as well,” you mockingly cooed over your boyfriend.

“Yeah, Demon child, we kiss and cuddle and love each other in our free time,” Jason mimicked your tone. He began to rub noses with you.

The rest of the family began to crack up while Damian gagged. They’d never seen Jason so happy and relaxed. They were ecstatic he had you, you were everything he needed.

After rubbing noses, you kissed him while smiling. “You’re the best boyfriend in the world.”

Jason just grinned and kissed you back. “And you’re my world.”

Author’s Note: This was my first requested imagine! I hope I did it justice. I did my best and I hope to see more requests in the near future!!! <3