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Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting Masterpost

1- The Beginning

2- The Bet

3- Routine

4- Dangerous Game Indeed

5- In Which a Date is Had

6- His Shadow

7- Playing Favorites

8- Who's Vixen?

9- It's Cute

10- Problem Child

11- Curious New Hobbies

12- A Little Perspective

13- Deprived

14- Settled

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Perfectly Planned

How To Trick A Billionaire Who Just So Happens To Be Batman

Chapter One

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pairing: marinette dupain-cheng/damian wayne, marinette dupain-cheng & damian wayne

warnings: mentions of neglect

Damian was truly, devastatingly alone.

He always was, in a way. He had never had someone who cared for him, only what he could offer. But now, in Paris, he was truly alone.

After the coup, where Deathstroke killed his grandfather, Damian fled. He knew that he didn't like the lifestyle he was living. He also knew that in the confusion, it would be the perfect time to escape. Unfortunately, Damian didn't have anywhere to go.

It took him a while, but soon enough he got to Paris, France, a big city with even more people. The perfect place to hide in plain sight.

He staggered his way to a park, starving and exhausted. He slumped against a tree and immediately fell into a deep sleep, feeling safer than he had his entire life despite being out in the open.

He woke up hours later, possibly the next day, to a young girl, looking to be around his age, shaking him.

"Hello? Monsieur, monsieur, please wake up!" Remembering what he had done, Damian shot up, bonking heads with the girl.

"Ow!" they both shouted, rubbing their foreheads. The girl, however, quickly recovered.

"You're awake! I was starting to think you were dead!" He glared at her, to which she slightly shrunk back, but didn't stop talking. "Are you okay?"

His glare turned to a confused stare. "What?" Now the girl looked concerned.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt or anything, are you? My parents own the bakery across the street, I can go get them!" She stood up to leave, but stopped when he grabbed her wrist. She turned back to him, tilting her head. He quickly let go.

"I'm not hurt. Tt," he said, looking away with a faint blush. She was cute. "Just surprised is all."

"Surprised at what? Me asking if you were okay?" When he didn't respond, that was answer enough. "That's ridiculous! Everyone needs someone to care about their wellbeing!" She stood again, this time hauling the boy up with her, much to his surprise. "You know what? You're coming with me! I don't know how you ended up here but it's obvious your home sucks!" She started to drag him to her house before he came to his senses and stopped.

"No," he said simply, trying to back away. Unfortunately for him, the girl had an iron grip and he didn't want to hurt the first person to care about him.

She turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "You seem to think I'm giving you a choice." At his obvious surprise, she rolled her eyes. "Look, you were sleeping in the middle of a park. You're obviously hungry and by how dirty you are, I'm assuming that you don't have anywhere to stay. Am I wrong?" At his silence, she continued. "I'm not going to force you to stay with me and my family, I am giving you the option. But right now, we are going there to get you some food. Are you okay with that?"

He searched her eyes and demeanor, looking for any sign that she was deceiving him. He looked for a long time, but could find none, something that confused him. Everyone always wanted something from him.

"What do you want from me?" he asked bluntly, taking in the surprised look on her face. It quickly turned into another smile.

"I just want for you to be happy and healthy." He reeled back in shock, staring at her wide-eyed.

"But why?" At her confused look, he elaborated. "Why care? Why offer me your home? It doesn't make any sense. You just met me; you don't even know my name. For all you know I could be planning to kill you all." She looked at him blankly, and then deadpanned.

"If you were going to hurt me, you would have already." She was going to say more, but Damian interrupted.

"But I could be deceiving you!" he stressed, gesturing vaguely. She looked unimpressed.

"Well for one, if you were you just told me your plans." He sputtered as she ignored him and continued. "For another, I've always been good at reading people's true intentions. I can tell that you're not." He simply stared at her before slowly nodding, seeing her face light up.

"So you'll come?" Another nod. "Awesome! My parents would be more than happy to let you stay, I just know it!" She began dragging him again before suddenly stopping, almost causing Damian to run into her.

"Hey! What was that—" When she turned, he stopped talking, mesmerized by the light hitting her at just the right angle to make her seem as if she was glowing.

"I'm Marinette! Marinette Dupain-Cheng! It's nice to meet you!" Shaking himself, he gave a tiny, genuine smile.

"My name is Damian. The pleasure is all mine." She nodded, smiling growing impossibly wider, before once again dragging him to her house.

She's an angel, he thought, watching as she laughed and looked back at him with a breathtaking smile. She has to be.

Walking into Tom & Sabine's Boulangerie Patisserie was nothing short of nerve-wracking for Damian, something he had never experienced before. He wanted—needed—Marinette's parents to like him. He didn't know or understand why, but he has always been taught to trust his gut. So that's what he did.

The bell above his head rang as he and Marinette crossed the threshold. The woman behind the counter, who Damian could only assume was Marinette's mother, looked up with a grin, her smile only growing upon seeing her daughter and him. Marinette bounced over to her mother while Damian cautiously walked closer, keeping an eye on everything around him. Unknown to him, Sabine noticed this.

"Maman, this is Damian! I met him in the park," she exclaimed, purposely leaving out how she found him, conscious of the various customers in the bakery. Sabine, of course, noticed this and motioned her back.

"Let's talk in the back, don't you agree? I can still watch the front, but we can have a private conversation." Marinette beamed and bounded to the back, dragging Damian with one hand and her mother with the other. Once they got out of earshot, Marinette made sure to speak before Damian could open his mouth.

"Maman, he has nowhere to go. He's starving and has no one who cares for him. Please, can he stay with us? He's nice and only wants the best." Damian saw it best to interject here.

"If it's a burden, then I can simply find somewhere else to stay. I'm sure I can—" Before he could finish, Sabine stopped him with a wave of her hand.

"Nonsense. You can stay here. If Marinette here likes you then you must be a good person." Damian looked around nervously, trying not to fidget under Sabine's scrutiny.

"Are you sure, madame? I mean, you don't even know me. I wouldn't want to cause trouble." He looked down, preparing himself for the inevitable rejection, when Sabine spoke.

"Now none of that. Just call me Sabine. Marinette's got good intuition. If she believes someone is trustworthy, they almost always are. Besides," she waits until the boy looks her in the eye before she speaks, "bad people don't care. If you were a bad person, you wouldn't care about causing trouble." He saw the sincerity in her eyes.

"Then thank you, Mme Sabine. My name is Damian." He stuck his hand out for her to shake, in which she grabbed it and pulled him into a hug. He stiffened and resisted the urge to flip her over his head and stab her. He recognized it as an action used to show love or affection, but he had never given nor received one before. He had a feeling he would have to get used to it. Eventually, she released him and he let out the breath he was holding. Sabine narrowed her eyes, but smiled and turned to her daughter.

"Marinette, why don't you take Damian upstairs and make you two some lunch? Your father and I will be up soon, okay? In the meantime, why don't you take a shower? Marinette can show you where everything is." Marinette nodded excitedly.

"Of course!" She paused, looking Damian up and down with a critical eye, making said boy uncomfortable. Soon enough, she looked back into his eyes. "You look about the same size as Nino, so I think I have some clothes you can wear." She smiled as Damian frowned.

"Who's Nino?" he asked. Marinette facepalmed.

"He's one of my classmates. His birthday just recently passed and the first outfit I made for him didn't suit him so I made another." She looked him up and down again as he squirmed. "Actually, it would suit you really well!" She then turned to her mother. "Maman—" Her mother chuckled.

"Yes, we'll go clothes shopping tomorrow." She opened her mouth but her mother kept going. "And yes, we'll go to the fabric store so you can make your own clothes for him." Marinette beamed and gestured for Damian to follow her. Her smile shone like the moon, lighting up his dark world without hurting him in the slightest. It made him smile.

He had a feeling that meeting Marinette would be the best thing to ever happen in his life.

@solangelo252

Do you have a masterlist for your batfam twitter au posts? I love reading them :3

I don't but I guess I can use this as one? I'm not making them consistently or anything, just when I wake up at 3am with a Vision

Batfam twitter masterpost

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

(Secret part 7.5 I put on a reblog)

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 to come (possibly)

Request in replies if you want to be added to the taglist for any new Batfam twitter posts

Batfams Regrets - Chapter Four

Masterlist

Meanwhile, approximately 3,642 miles away, one very exasperated Bruce Wayne was having a conversation with one very jubilant Dick Grayson.

"Dick… could you please tell me what made you think choosing a class from Paris that you know nothing about was a good idea? We have a process regarding the whole thing. Something you didn't inquire about. There's a reason for these things."

Throughout his speech, Dick was looking more and more sheepish, thinking back on why he had chosen that particular class.

"Look Bruce, I'm sorry. I can take care of everything I skipped over but the Parisian class I chose really needs to be on this trip."

It wasn't a complete lie, but the reasons behind the why only concerned Dick and his entertainment. His interference was caused by nothing reasonable at all, but, thankfully, Bruce didn't ask.

"You've already given them the okay, the most you can do at this point is arrange everything with the teacher, as well as doing a standard background check. Since we already have the schedule and agenda set up, we only need the guides, but since you so graciously chose that class, it can be you."

Dick knew better than to argue, wisely keeping his mouth shut.

°

Alright. Only a few more to go.

Adrien Agreste

Model.

Son of Gabriel Agreste and Emily Agreste neé Graham De Vanily.

Active supporter of the LGBTQ+ community.

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, and self defense classes,

Seems like a natural sunshine.

Coming on trip.

Chloé Bourgeois

Former class representative.

Critic.

Daughter of André and Audrey Bourgeois.

Taken self defense as well as martial arts classes.

Seems like an overall brat.

Not coming on trip.

Ivan Bruel

Drummer.

Taken self defense classes.

Brooding type.

Coming on trip.

Alya Césaire

Journalist.

Daughter of Marlena Césaire

Taken free running classes, martial arts, and self defense classes.

Can be very exuberant

Not coming on trip.

Juleka Couffaine

Guitarist.

Daughter of Anarka Couffaine.

Taken self defense classes.

Wallflower.

Coming on trip.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Clothes Designer.

Honorary niece of Jagged Stone.

Publicly against the use animal skins and furs in clothing.

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, gymnastics, and self defense classes.

Creative.

Coming on trip.

Mylène Haprèle

Actress.

Daughter of

Environmental Activist.

Taken self defense classes.

Circumspect.

Not coming on trip.

Max Kanté

Genius and technology mastermind.

Son of Claudie Kanté

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, gymnastics, and self defense classes.

Analytic.

Coming on trip.

Alix Kubdel

Skater (preference towards rollerblades)

Daughter of

Frequent competitor in various speed races, knowledge in ancient history (specialized in ancient Egypt).

Taken free running classes, martial arts, gymnastics, and self defense classes.

Competitive.

Coming on trip.

Nathaniel Kurtzberg

Artist.

Son of

Cocreator of the comics XXX, and an active volunteer in charities dedicated to kids with social anxiety.

Taken self defense classes.

Observant.

Coming on trip.

Nino Lahiffe

DJ.

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, and self defense classes.

Voice of reason.

Not coming on trip.

Rose Lavillant

Singer.

Friends with Prince Ali of Achu.

Supporter of multiple children charities.

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, and self defense classes.

Optimist.

Coming on trip.

Lê Chiến Kim

Multi sports athlete (competes principally in swimming tournaments)

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, self defense classes, and practices multiple sports.

Impulsive and empathetic can be tunel focused but has an elevated EQ.

Hot headed.

Coming on trip.

Sabrina Raincomprix

Detective in training.

Daughter of Roger Raincomprix

Taken Free running classes, martial arts, gymnastics, and self defense classes.

Respectful.

Coming on trip.

°

Dick was suddenly very, very glad that he had completed a background check, as it seemed that there were more than a few high profiled people in the mix, so they would need some protection, and if he was also playing matchmaker, then no one would have to know.

Thank you @chaosmarix , @blueisasome , @Emily_M_Brook_Nerd, @the-witches-you-couldnt-burn, @tim-drake-is-underrated for helping me with the files!

Took me a minute to realize what it was...I feel stupid 🙃

I finally finished my quiz! how gullible are you?

well it feels good to be back, I know that to you guys it's only been a week, but I've had to work on some final projects the past couple of weeks lol. Hope you enjoy some wholesome family bonding :)

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──── DIMENSION : DILEMMA

SYNOPSIS. when you and heeseung pranked your friend, saying you both are dating, you didn't expect her to post about your relationship on her twitter account. and when you both decide to clarify, he didn't expect his crush to congratulate you two in another tweet. now the whole school thinks you're dating, and while you think it's a god sent chance to profess your love to your long term best friend and crush, you learn that heeseung might have started hating you for ruining his seemingly perfect future love life.

GENRE. high school au, best friends to enemies to lovers kind of vibe, fake dating au, angst, fluff

WARNINGS. angst, potential love triangle ?? one ( 1 ) toxic friend, slow burn ( ? ) random anime references because i can, usage of profanities and inappropriate language, dumb behavior exhibited by both heeseung and the reader <3 separate warnings will be added in the respective chapters

TAGLIST. open, send an ask to join ( refrain from commenting since i might miss them ) general tag used is from :: dilemma era !

UPDATES. sporadic ( hopefully every other day ) | STATUS. ongoing

PLAYLISTS. dimension : dilemma. — a mix of lyrical and classical

NOTE. familiar title because i'm unoriginal :) lol no actually i love that album tho this smau has nothing to do with it, only the title <3 partially inspired by coffee breath by sofia mills and the exact same prank me and my friend pulled on our other friend :)

๑ ⨟ CONTENTS. ────

all the pictures used are for references and are not supposed to depict reader's appearance in any way. time stamps are irrelevant unless stated otherwise. titles are subjected to change whenever required !

intro — one. | two.

OO1. — dispatch was found jobless

OO2. — NOT what we planned

OO3. — haha bf era me thinks ?!?!?!

OO4. — oh.

OO5. — don't cry challenge

OO6. — omg they eloped ( written + smau )

OO7. — i am thinking . . .

OO8. — no more gaslighting

OO9. — sis it don't add up

O1O. — flirting or is it a bro thing?

O11. — hoon has pretty privilege

O12. — loser behavior

O13. — tales of a yellow hyacinth ( written )

O14. — sunghoon supremacy fr ! ! !

O15. — niki firing shits

O16. — here for plot purposes

O17. — when niki senses danger ( written + smau )

O18. — alpha male eyes

O19. — a memorable evening ( written + smau )

O2O. — WAIT GO BACK A FEW STEPS

O21. — heeseung's women dilemma ( written )

O22. — do we act surprised?

O23. — ambulance noises 🚨🚨

O24. — now who is this bitch

O25. — i hate you. ( written + smau )

O26. — cancel heeseung era

O27. — hurts a little ( read as lot )

O28. — dilemma time with lee heeseung

O29. — what a plot twist ( written + smau )

O3O. — nice to meet you :)

O31. — itadori yuuji's level of apologies

O32. — day 98398 with ynseung being dumb

O33. — jaywon the real mvp ( written + smau )

O34. — one pair down, one more to go

O35. — dilemma downfall era ! ! !

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synopsis: as a trainee and soon-to-debut-idol, you weren’t allowed to date. but crushing on your labelmate was inevitable. not being able to act on your feelings, you keep a diary where you pour your heart out about your crush and what you wish you could do about it. what happens when a senior finds your diary and it leads to people thinking you and your crush are dating?

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loki: thor u absolute ho

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

A concept: Asgardian men do not show skin (A slightly cracktastic take, mostly from the POV of Loki)

Asgardian men wear full body armour, and will not be seen without a full body armour or a fully covering clothing set when they’re in public or receiving guests at home.

With the manner in which Asgardian men insist on covering their bodies (except maybe arms), one could say that Asgardian men never show their ankles as well. Like Victorian era ladies. It’s scandalous for an honourable Asgardian man to be seen in public in less than 4 layers of clothing, or with his legs or feet showing. Arm exposure is kind of allowed but frowned upon. It’s wholly not allowed in times of official ceremonies or celebrations.

They may only show their hands. So that any interested party may asses how capable they are before approaching them.

Well-groomed hands = good boi.

Asgardian women, on the other hand, can expose skin, no issue.

But men? *LE GASP*

Notice how Thor usually covers his arms when in Asgard. But on Midgard he exposes them fully. Like a ho.

Loki always covers up, like a man of high breeding. He even wears gloves sometimes.

On Midgard (say post Avengers AU? I like everyone alive tyvm), Loki is horrified to see that men expose their bodies so much. He almost goes into shock.

Thor takes him out to shop, as he’s now touted as the expert in all things Midgardian. Loki criticises all these shops Thor frequents for the scraps that he calls clothes. No wonder he looks like homeless man in his Midgardian garb.

SUCH TRAVESTY!

Loki asks them (shops) about bespoke tailoring and they refuse. THEY REFUSE? HOW DARE!

Loki is not happy. He curses these shops and their ancestors to Helheim and comes home without a single item bought. They had things in his size, but not in his taste. An enormous mistake.

All through the way back home Thor can be heard uttering long-suffering sighs, as if he’s holier than Loki.

No, Thor is one of those utterly shameless people who love to show off their bodies. He kept the tendency to show off at bare minimum in Asgard, owing to the social norms, but on Midgard, he has completely lost himself to this blatant mockery of their culture. What a ho ho ho.

Loki never forgets to slut shame Thor when he so unashamedly exposes his feet in the Avengers tower or when he’s receiving guests, wearing that godforsaken footwear called flip-flops!

BY THE NORNS!

Thor tries to defend himself. Tries…

Thor: I’m on Midgard! I can wear what I want! Show more skin, be more comfortable, sweet Valhalla!

Loki: You no good hussy! I’m telling mother!

Thor: I’m not even showing my whole feet!

Loki: No one will agree to court you in Asgard! They’d have to get you a bride from Muspelheim maybe.

Thor: As if you received any visitations from anyone! Your dance card was nearly empty last time we had a celebration!

Loki: It was out of choice! I was spying on a group of diplomats!

Thor: How come I didn’t know?

Loki: Because you’re not good at subterfuge, you oaf!

Thor: You’re just covering up for bad performance at receiving courtship!

Loki: Even if I am, you’re still a hussy! Showing off your feet and arms as if it’s not a bother to other.

Thor: It is NOT!

Loki: My eyes burn from the sight of your ungainly limbs! What is next? Uncovering your chest? Thighs? The whole sickening body of yours!

Thor: Meanwhile you keep sweating under all that armour or ten layers of leather.

Loki: I DON’T SWEAT!

[AN INTENSE SCUFFLE HAPPENS, WHERE NEARLY ALL THE FURNITURE OF THE COMMON ROOM IS DESTROYED, WHILE THE OTHER AVENGERS JUST WATCH, DUMBFOUNDED]

[NOT TONY STARK, THOUGH, HE’S SITTING IN A CORNER, NURSING A DRINK AND CURSING HIMSELF FOR ALLOWING THESE WEIRDOS IN THE TOWER]

(This is what comes out of my brain when I have to work on academic papers and can’t work on my fanfictions. Hence, I’m going to make everyone suffer with me by posting this nonsense. Some of you have already seen a rough version of this. Poor Souls.)

Tagging everyone and their mom:

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