Blame the Cat

Pairing: Daken/Bullseye

Other Characters: The other Dark Avengers.

Notes: Zee helped me plot the story! It’s based on this picture by deadpon-and-weible. ^^ Lester’s cat is stolenborrowed from this story by arthur_177. It’s all extremely silly. Have fun!

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Nobody knows where the cat came from. It just showed up one day, a little patchy thing, mostly white, but with a ring of black around its bony shoulders and another one around its blue left eye.

They considered getting rid of it. Ares suggested giving it to his kid. Karla recommended a shelter. Mac wanted to eat it, but Miss Hand said he couldn’t.

But Lester wanted to keep it. He likes cats. So he named it Dart, and he fed it up, and now it just wanders around the Tower at all hours of the day and night, yowling up a storm and demanding scratches and generally annoying the shit out of everyone in a weirdly adorable way.

And Lester knows one thing: this whole situation, now? It’s the cat’s fault.

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It starts with:

Daken wanders into the living room at around eight-thirty and says, “You’re putting on a movie? What are you watching?”

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...so I want all you armed to-the-teeth sick motherfuckers to take a good look around at all the other armed to-the-teeth sick motherfuckers here with you tonight. I mean look at these fucking numbers! You know, I'm a solo operator type, you tell me who you want dead, I throw something at 'em, they die, you pay me. But the man I'm about to introduce said something that made me think. He said, "when you throw a knife, a single man dies. But what if you could throw an army at your enemies?" That's why he called this muster, so all of you could see what the Heat has become. Not a gang. An army. Now, as an... entrepreneur, I've never been too big on bosses. Most of 'em can't do shit themselves. Most of 'em don't know shit about getting their hands dirty. But I know one man who ain't like that. He might wear nice suits and talk fancy, you mighta seen him looking all important on the TV. He knows how to run this city like nobody else. But deep down he was made to spill blood and get paid -- a man after my own fucking heart. If I'm the bullseye, he's that 60-point bed right above on the dartboard. The one most people can't hit. But I've done enough yammerin', time for you to hear from the general himself!

デップーちゃん結婚おめでとう！！エイプリルフールだったらどうしようかな！

ダケンにスーツ借りてネクタイ結んでもらうブルズ可愛いなって

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WILSON BETHEL as MARK CALLAN All Rise (2019)

who's to judge how she keeps herself alive?

hey girl i mean they

Why must it always come down to death with us?

Daken/Bullseye "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?

Lester’s only letting Daken stay in the bed with him because he knows that if he kicks the other man out, Daken will just whine and pout and then do something petty to fuck with him. Daken’s warm, anyway, and with the metal in his bones Lester is always chilly, so it suits him fine.

He grunts irritably as Daken cuddles up next to him, face in the side of his neck, slim fingers running over the top of his head (fuzzed a bit with blond hair–he needs a shave). “Mm,” Daken purrs. “You smell good, precious.”

“Look, all I said was you could stay.” Lester yanks up the blanket. “I didn’t sign up for any fucking pillow talk.”

“Whatever you like.” Daken’s legs tangle with his. “Whatever you like.”

“Just go the fuck to sleep.” Lester yawns.

“Good night, Lester.”

“Yeah. G'night.” Lester fights off a yawn of his own and fails, letting his face relax into Daken’s hair. On the tail of the yawn, he breathes, “Love you.”

And then he realizes what he’s just said, and so does Daken, who goes very still.

“…can we pretend I didn’t just say that?”

“No, I don’t think we can,” Daken’s smiling mouth says to his jugular. “But we can put off discussing it until the morning.”

I was trying to show you what I see. That I’m the only one who matches you, who challenges you, who’ll do anything for you.

David Tennant as Kevin Thompson/Kilgrave JESSICA JONES (2015-2019) ― “Season 1” (2015)

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king.

I know you said you're getting too many Dex requests so you can totally ignore this is you want but could I maybe request "Go on, open it." And when y/n opens the gift it's an engagement ring??

12. "Go on, open it."

a/n: ill never not love writing for dex, just sometimes i get a lot of prompts and i dont wanna lose my motivation to write for him!!

You liked the holidays. Not because of the cheeriness or the gift-giving. You just liked what it brought out in Dex.

Dex was always a kind person, especially to you. He had his bad habits, but during the holiday season, he seemed to change and adapt to the joyfulness around you.

Holidays brought out a softness in Dex that you looked forward to every year.

It meant more afternoons spent curled up under blankets to combat the cold. And when you did go out, it meant Dex taking your chilly hands in his and blowing on them to warm them up. Or taking the hand he held clasped in his own as the two of you walked down the sidewalk and putting them both in his coat pocket.

The holiday season was your favorite.

“Hey.”

You look up from your spot curled up onto the couch. It had been a day off for you, but Dex had only just come home from work. He had disappeared the moment he had gotten home, running off to the bedroom. You assumed he had gone to change into some comfier clothes, and you let out a soft sigh at the sight of him walking back out in one of his old college sweatshirts and a pair of tattered sweatpants.

“Come here,” you demand, holding up the blanket wrapped around you, “it’s too cold to be anywhere else but here.”

Dex smiled brightly as he dived onto the couch, curling into your side, and entwining his legs with yours.

You give a small frown as Dex adjusts himself against your side. “Is there something in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Dex smirks. “Both.”

“Both?” Your eyes widen.

Dex moves his position slightly to grab the small box that had been digging into your leg when he sat down. The box, small and compact with a little bow on top, surprises you and you gasp.

“Dex.”

“Go on, open it.”

He pushes the box into your hand, and you feel a wave of emotion fall over you as you slowly pop the box open, revealing the ring that sits inside it. “Dex...”

“Marry me?”

tis the season prompts are closed. 

26 with Dex!

26. Thanksgiving

“I don’t remember the last time I celebrated a holiday like this.”

You give Dex a disbelieving look. “You’re kidding.”

Dex shook his head as he picked up more of the dishes full of food, moving them to the kitchen table. “I haven’t celebrated much since I was a kid. Didn’t even remember what the holidays could feel like.”

You frowned slightly. You knew Dex didn’t like thinking of his childhood. It hurt.

Deciding to get his mind off the subject, you reach out to snatch some whipped cream from the container sitting on the counter. You hold in your laughter as you move behind Dex, wrapping one arm around his waist while the other moves so you can land the cream on his cheek.

Dex lets out a small shout and you laugh, holding the man closer to you as he twists, trying to escape your hold. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get your mind off the subject!” you laugh when Dex pushes on your arm.

Finally, he relaxes against you, raising his hands in surrender. “Okay,” he says, “I’m done.”

You eye the whipped cream container on the counter, knowing that the moment you let go Dex will go after it. “Promise you won’t get me back,” you giggle slightly.

“I promise.”

You’re not sure if he’s being honest, but you let him go nonetheless. Dex takes the opportunity to grab your still-clean hand and use it to spin you around into his chest. He gives you a glowing smile as he takes your other hand, kissing your wrist quickly before taking one of your fingers and licking the cream off of it.

“Is this what all holidays are like?” he asks gently, and you shiver when he does the same to another finger.

“They can be.”

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Dex making a toast at Fisk’s wedding

(requested by anonymous)

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