#dont worry well be back to masked spy very soon

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML Fic: Nathalie’s Gift Part 1

She sat up in the middle of the night.

She took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She knew it was late, likely an hour or two away from sunrise.

She examined her surroundings until she saw him. There he was, sleeping in the chair at the end of the room. Gabriel Agreste, her boss, her ally, and the one she had fallen for, was asleep in a chair several feet away.

Ever since the defeat of the guardian and the plan to use Chloé to get the miraculous, she had been far too weak to be as mobile as she was in the past. Gabriel had set her up in his quarters, despite the mansion having dozens of rooms. He had reasoned that Adrien would never walk into his room without permission, so that it would never become apparent how her condition was deteriorating.

His logic wasn't entirely unfounded. She was constantly teetering towards the brink. Overuse of the once broken peacock miraculous has left her bedridden most days. Despite the miraculous no longer having such a negative effect now, she knew the damage was already done. 

Yet he hasn't discarded her, was it out of loyalty that he felt the need to care for her despite being more of a burden? Did he perhaps start to feel something more for her as this whole debacle went on.

The later of which was unlikely, she knew better than anyone that Gabriel was far too loyal to his wife to entertain such a notion. So long as he believed there was a chance of bringing her back, he wont stop. She could never be Emilie Agreste, the love of his life and mother of Adrien. She was Nathalie Sancoeur, trusted assistant, and partner in crime. 

She forced herself out of bed. Moving quietly as to not awaken the sleeping mogul.

She snagged her tablet, and the peacock miraculous that was next to it.

She moved to the office and sat in the office chair. Perhaps she could get some work done while she was awake. And should she feel the need to speak to someone, the blue bird Kwami would be a fitting companion.

She started looking through work but her mind kept wandering to one thought

So long as Emilie could be brought back, he could never love me. I could never replace her.

She coughed.

“Not that it matters, I am on borrowed time as it is.” She commented to herself.

She stopped herself as she let her own comment sink in.

She was on borrowed time.

With how she was now, how much time did she have, a few months? A year? Maybe a decade if she really tried to take care of herself. But it wasn't like she was sick with a normal illness. But would Gabriel be able to get the miraculous? Even with everything they had, Ladybug and Chat noir always seemed to best them at every turn. At the rate things were going, she would likely end up in a glass coffin as well, and if Gabriel fails...

In that moment of worry. An idea that could fix everything slipped into her brain.

It was a long shot sure, there was a possibility that everything will backfire. But she needed to do it.

She exited out of her work and went into the security feed using her tablet. She disabled the secret camera hidden in the lair below.

She started making a few preparations.

_______________________________________________________________________

Gabriel awoke to his phone’s sudden vibrating.

He quickly shook himself and looked at his phone.

“The alarm was tripped. Someone damaged Emilie’s chamber!”

The fashion mogul rushed out of the room. His thoughts were firing through his brain a mile a minute.

Who found the lair? Was it one of the heroes? A spy? Who would dare desecrate my beloved wife’s container?

The fashion mogul made his way to the secret elevator.

A purple Kwami emerged from the pocket of the rushing fashion designer.

“Is something wrong master?”

“It appears there is an intruder in the secret sanctum.”

“What are you planning to do?”

“Im going to show them the error of their ways. Nooru, Dark wings rise.”

Gabriel transformed into the villainous hawkmoth, His face covered by a silver mask, and is candy cane color scheme replaced with a purple suit. 

He was armed and ready to fight should. 

As the elevator reaches the bottom. Hawkmoth dashes out as soon as it opens.

He would strike quick, and take care of the intruder before they realized who they were facing.

As he approached, he stopped dead in his tracks. As he noticed someone standing infront of the Glass container.

“Hello?” The figure called out. Her voice having a familiar tone that caught the butterfly villain off guard.

As his rage diminished, he felt his vision clear and noticed the shattered glass on the floor, along with the glass container that was now broken.

“It... It can't be...” Hawkmoth’s words escaped as he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Can you tell me where I am? I woke up in this... thing over hear. Im not entirely sure what’s going on.”

“Emilie... is that you?” Hawkmoth questioned, unsure if this was a dream, or if by some miracle the love of his life was indeed back from the abyss.

“How do you know my name Mr. Masked man?”

“Nooru, dark wings fall.”

The blond woman watched as the costumed stranger revealed himself.

“Gabriel? Is that you?”

A tear spilled from his eyes as he rushed to her. 

“You're here. How is... How is this possible?”

“I... I dont...” She started to stumble as she walked towards him. Her vision was starting to fade and the world was spinning.  

Gabriel quickly moved to catch her as she suddenly fell.

He felt his heart panic, but he could hear her breathing. She was simply sleeping.

“Perhaps it would be best to take her out of her.”

Gabriel walked to the elevator, his wife in his arms, asleep yet very alive. 

His mind had 1000 questions, but in this moment, he didn't care. He was holding the woman he loved in his arms again, and thats all that mattered.

___________________________________________________________________

“Gabriel!” She cried out as she woke up.

Sunlight was beaming from the window, it was clear it had been bright out for sometime.

She felt sheets underneath her. What she expected was a hard floor in a weird sanctum but now she felt the comfort of a room that felt familiar.

She heard the door open and looked to see her husband carrying a tray.

“Oh good, you're awake.” He spoke with soft relief.

She looked at the tray.

“Are those.”

“Lemon tea cookies. Your favorite.”

She smiled at him as he brought the tray to her bedside. Allowing her to snag a bite of one of them.

“So good!” She said as she finished her first cookie. “I feel like I haven't eaten in years!”

Gabriel’s expression faltered. She could see the pained expression as she said that.

“Gabriel... how long was I gone?” Her question verbally stabbed him.

He took a moment to process the curious expression on his wife’s face as she continued eating the tray of treats.

He looked down at his hands.

“A year and 6 months.”

She gulped down her cookie hard at the revelation.

“Wow... I've been gone for so long... Adrien must be taller then... ADRIEN!”

Emilie grabbed her husband by the collar.

“Where is Adrien?!”

“He’s at school” Gabriel answered.

Emilie blinked.

“School? You mean he is no longer being homeschooled?”

“He still has some lessons, but he was insistent on trying to go to school like other children his age. It was more ideal for him to go out than for him to be stuck here most hours of the day.”

Emilie processed that information.

“I see, I am surprised you said yes. You always said you hated public schooling.”

“I still believe the school systems are... inferior, but Adrien’s grades haven't faltered according to Nathalie. So I don't bother intervening.”

“My boy has grown up so much since Ive been gone. Wait, is he dating yet? Please tell me I didn’t miss his first crush!”

“Emilie, I am sure that you didnt miss anything. You and Adrien can catch up once you are rested and he is back from school.”

Emilie took a deep breathe.

“Okay, You're right. It will be nice to hear everything from him.”

She looked around the room a bit and noticed the vase full of roses.

“Oh, fresh roses. Gabe-y you cheesy romantic.”

Gabriel felt his cheeks go pink.

“It was... the room needed some color in it.”

“Much like those red pants you insist on wearing.”

“They are fashionable.”

“If you were in charge of candyland perhaps.”

Emilie loved to tease him about is fashion calls.

“Who is the fashion designer here?” He said with a mock stern tone.

“Speaking of fashion, that costume that you were wearing. That didn’t look like the peacock miraculous.”

Gabriel’s tone shifted to genuinely serious. He figured the time would come to answer that question.

“It is the butterfly miraculous. After your...departure. Nathalie and I investigated the temple where you and I had found the peacock miraculous. We discovered a new miraculous, one that wasn't damaged.”

Gabriel felt a twinge mentioning Nathalie. When he had rushed to bring Emilie up here, he felt guilt and relief that his assistant wasn't in the bed. He would have quite a difficult time explaining that one, even if nothing happened.

“So with that miraculous you were trying to find a way to bring me back.”

“It was a means to an end.”

Emilie processed the information she was told.

“Gabriel, I want you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“No more miraculous. None.”

Gabriel blinked.

“But...”

“Those jewels are nothing but trouble. It has only caused our family suffering and pain.”

Gabriel was surprised by the claim, but he knew she was correct. The miraculous have been quite the curse on the family, despite the powers they gave.

“It will take time for me to stop using it outright, there is a... situation with how I’ve been using it. Your sudden appearance and the disappearance of Hawkmoth might be suspicious.”

Emilie looked at Gabriel intensely.

“Hawkmoth? Gabriel what did you do?”

“Well... in order to try an bring you back, the butterfly miraculous wasn't going to be able to accomplish that goal. So the only way I could bring you back with certainty was to attain the ladybug and Cat miraculous.”

The former actress listened as her husband explained how he became a super villain for the sake of getting the jewels.

“Unbelievable.”

“I admit, explaining it makes it sound a lot worse than it actually is. I planned to fix any damage caused once I got the jewels”

“And what if people found out your identity!? You would have been thrown in prison and left our son an Orphan!” Emilie pointed her finger in his chest.

“It was the only way I could think of to attain the miraculous. How else would I have been able to confirm the miraculous were in Paris?”

Emilie was ready to let him have it. But she felt herself calm down. She had to admit, in a weird way, it was quite romantic. Something out of a tragic romance novel.

“I should be angrier with you, but I know if the situation was reversed and I had a way of bringing you back, I would have likely tried the same thing, albeit in a smarter way.”

Gabriel felt a bit of relief seeing his wife not so cross with him.

“So we figure out how to orchestrate your ‘Defeat’ and then we say good bye to the miraculous for good.”

“We will plan it out when you are completely better. Though this does raise the question. How are you back?”

Emilie pauses, she tries to think back.

Protect the Agreste family... no matter what.

She heard that phrase echoing in her head. But she couldn't figure out why. Who said that to her. Why is everything so fuzzy?

“I don't know... I remember hearing glass shatter, and a flash of blue. But the next thing I remember was... seeing you.

Gabriel looks at her, he could tell from her eyes she was telling the truth.

“I will look into that later. In the meantime, you should rest. I will check on you in a few hours.”

He moves the empty tray from the bed.

“Wait.”

Gabriel stopped.

“Get Adrien here. I want to see him now.”

“Dear, he is in school. It will dismiss in a few hours. Besides you should rest.”

Emilie got up from the bed.

“Nonsense. Ive been resting long enough. I am sure Adrien can miss a few hours of school. I want to see my baby boy.”

Gabriel wanted to find some way to dismiss her request, but he knew he couldn't say no to her. She was far to headstrong and determined... and man did he miss her.

“Okay, I will have his driver go an pick him up.”

“You aren't going to pick him up yourself?”

“Emilie I have work to do. Besides that is why we have...”

“You can take some time off to bond with your son. Seriously, you need to stop putting up walls Gabe-y.”

Gabriel took a calming breath to compose himself.

“Very well. But do use this time to rest.”

She moves to kiss her husband.

“I promise.”

Gabriel’s expression turned into a soft smile.

“I will be back with our son shortly.”

Gabriel left the room to go pick up Adrien.

Emilie smiled as she moved to vase of roses. She picked on up and sniffed it.

The rose in her hand began wilting and shriveled up.

She looked in the mirror.

“Everything went perfectly.”

______________________________________________________________________

End of part one

(Should I continue? Let me know your thoughts)

[fuckyeahscienceparty]

hey if ur taking requests for writing...., what abt angsty among us idea- reports a body and like.. engie attends and it turns out medic was killed? and then hes heartbroken and really sad and angry at spy for killing medic? obviously u dont have to do this but the among au had me thinking about a ton of angsty scenarios lol. have a good day!!

i'm always takin requests! it may take me a while to get there but i will try my damndest to get it done at some point!

i actually had part of this in my drafts when you originally sent this ask but it's been reason enough to finish it, i think. i hope you like it, even if it's a bit messy :>

-

Per Aspera Ad Astra

In which an imposter experiences the loss of someone he loved and wasn't supposed to.

-

As Dell heard the emergency meeting alarm blare over the intercom and red lights flashed overhead, he looked up from the mass of wires he'd agreed to rearrange for Medic, furrowing his brow.

Odd. Spy hadn't made it clear to him that he was going to attempt anything that day and he knew for a fact that he himself hadn't made any sabotages since last week.

Then again, he'd noticed that this crew in particular had no qualms against using the emergency meeting button for more trivial things. Someone probably just wanted to get everyone's attention to look at some weird space bug that hitchhiked from their last stop on Pollus a few weeks ago or something along those lines. Standard procedure at that point.

He packed up the wires he'd been holding back into their panel before making his way out of electrical and towards the cafeteria, readjusting his goggles over his eyes to make sure nobody would find him out.

When he'd arrived, he could practically physically feel the shift in attitude of the rest of the crew since that morning, mentally noting that Medic was currently the only one of them missing.

"Tex, there you are. You uh. Might want to sit down for this one, lad," Demo said gravely, all the other crewmates' mumbling amongst each other dying down instantly as Spy stood to the side of the table, having said nothing ever since he himeself had arrived.

"Uhm. Sure, ok. Shouldn't we wait for Doc first, though? If it's actually important he should probably be here," He said, a confused smile coming to his face. Demo physcially winced.

"See, that's the thing, it's. It's Doc, he's..." Demo trailed off, Sniper moving to put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's?..." Engie frowned, having to take a moment before he realized what he'd meant.

It took another moment for the dread to set in.

"No. No, that- that's impossible, I- I just saw him like 30 minutes ago. I agreed to do one of his tasks for him while he finished cleaning the medbay so we could finish up for the day," He stuttered, looking anxiously between all the other faces at the table. None of them could meet his gaze even through his goggles, Spy in particular insisting on staring out the large window that peered into the vastness of space around them instead.

...Spy.

Spy said he wouldn't touch him- said he'd let him find a way to deal with all of this effectively and without having to kill this particular crew. Especially Medic. He said- no, he promised he wouldn't.

Engie's anger soon started bubbling inside of him, tightly clenching his fists that he oh so desperately wanted to sucker punch a certain other imposter in the face with. But then came the second realization of what he'd done and he felt his arms go slack again.

Medic was dead.

"...Where is he?" He finally whispered out, somewhere between heartbroken and seething.

"Medbay. Demo, Sniper, and I called for the meeting as quick as we could and did not get the chance to move his. Corpse," Soldier said, standing up straight and visibly uneasy at the mentioning of Medic's dead body.

Engie slowly nodded.

"Ok. Did you fellas, uh. Did- did you contact Pollus yet?"

"Not yet. I was gonna after the meetin's over. 's gonna take us a while to get there tho, at least 2 weeks," Scout said.

"I see. Did you three uh. Did you see anything?" Engie asked Demo, Sniper, and Soldier, all of them shaking their heads.

"Pyro, Heavy, 'n Scout were on comms because they were finished with tasks already and all three of 'em say they didn't see anyone go into Medbay after you left."

"...what about you, Spy? Been awfully quiet the entire time. And you don't have an alibi," Scout squinted. Spy scoffed.

"I was also finished with tasks, I've been in my quarters for at least 2 hours. You can even roll back footage on the cameras."

Pyro pressed a button on their suit, the small speaker on their chest panel letting out a soft 'kshh'.

"...he does have a point. Cams don't lie."

"What if he used the vents, though?"

"You really think this pansy's gettin' in any vents?"

"...Aight, fair point."

"I do not think we have enough information to make decision," Heavy sighed, every looking to each other in a vague sense of agreement.

"Skip vote, then?"

"Yeah, I think that's for the best."

"Alright lads, be on alert, then. If you see anythin' suspicious, y' know where the button is," Demo sighed, patting the plastic cover that protected the emergency meeting button.

Everyone mumbled out affirmations before getting up to head out, Pyro staying behind to raise their hand.

"Ay, what is it, Py?"

Kshh. "...who's taking care of uh. Y'know. The body."

Engie squeezed his eyes shut briefly.

"I'll do it."

"Tex, no, we couldn't ask you t-"

"Demo, it's fine. I'm not a child, you don't need to baby me. I can deal with it."

"If you're so sure..."

"It's fine. Really. You go make sure everyone else is doin' ok, lord knows they'd need it," Engie smiled softly, giving Demo a pat on the arm.

Demo's eyes still showed worry but he nodded, reciprocating the gesture before hurrying into the direction of nav where everyone else went.

Spy turned to leave but Engie stopped him, shifting his goggles back to his forehead.

"...Why did you do it?" He asked softly. He could've sworn that he saw the slightest break of stoicism on Spy's face but perhaps it was just the awful fluorescent lighting of the cafeteria playing tricks on him.

"You were taking too long. It was getting risky for us to be here. I thought it better to end it sooner rather than later," He said, any trace of emotion leaving as quickly as it came as he turned his head. Engie had no response.

"Remember what they did to us. To you. Just because one treated you kindly does not mean others will."

Silence.

"...Don't sabotage anything tonight. They'll get suspicious. Be prepared to leave this ship in a week's time, without the Medic they'll fall apart. Do I make myself clear?"

Still nothing. Spy frowned.

"I said, do I make myself clear, Dell?" He asked again, not even bothering to mask the threatening tone in his voice this time.

Engie squeezed his eyes shut again.

"...Yes. Yes, you do."

"Very well. I will see you in the morning," He said, moving so that Engie's hand no longer rested on his shoulder and starting to make his way to hallway that led to crew's personal quarters.

Spy paused to look back, a feeling that could almost be described as pity overcoming him. He sighed.

"...Get over it. You only knew him for less than 8 months, anyways," He said softly before leaving Engie alone, footsteps echoing against the metal floors of the ship.

When he felt he was ready, Engie made his way to the Medbay with full expectations of what he would find there.

He just. Didn't expect it to hurt so much.

Medic's body lay on the floor in between the scanner and the large computer it was attached to, his normally bright cyan suit soaked in red and a sizable gash made into his back. There was a broken test tube that had fallen out of his hand a little ways away and one of the lensed of his glasses had been cracked, most likely from the impact of falling onto the floor.

Engie took in a deep breath before carefully sitting him up against the nearest wall, preparing himself to find something to clean up the blood that hadn't managed to be absorbed into his space suit.

He wasn't used to Medic being so.. quiet. Lifeless, if you would. He couldn't remember a single time he'd felt a pain in his chest as intense as this.

It was then that his anger suddenly came back, barely being able to contain himself before he turned around and ended up making a decently large crack in the monitor.

He tried to control the emotions that came flooding after, tried to keep himself from feeling this way over this one human when he'd aided the destruction of countless others, but when he felt himself shaking, he fell to his knees, a sob escaping him.

He shouldn't have gotten attached. He shouldn't have, it wasn't like him- like an imposter to get attached, and yet here he was, crying on the Medbay floor as blood soaked into his already red suit and glass shards clinked against the desk as they fell off piece by piece.

Serves him right for believing in humans, he guesses. Serves him right for having the audacity to care.

...what a stupid decision, that was.

[wintersxsoul]

The Night We Danced

Summary: Two dorks in love that have to wait to get drunk to confess their feelings.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Maybe some language, drunk people and I think mentions of sex?? 

A/N: This is my entry for my dearest @writingsoftheloser 1k historical writing challenge! I got the Victorian Era, so I came up with this longass nonsense. I hope you enjoy and as always, feedback and reblogs are free and make me really happy and motivated <3

  Bucky Barnes was a dancer.

He sometimes had flashes of his old life in the late 30’s and 40’s, long summer nights dancing with beautiful dames, little Stevie by his side laughing and stepping in the ladies’ shoes. Everything was much more simpler, happier, but war happened and the dances turned into battles, the warm hands that he was used to hold became rifles and glocks. The jazzy tunes turned into gunfire, dates turned into risky missions and the thought of a long happy life turned into dust when he fell off that train.

Bucky Barnes stopped being a dancer to be a soldier, a spy, a deadly assassin.

They had taken all he was away, all his memories, his hopes and dreams. Everything was wiped but not his motor skills or knowledge. They turned him into the most efficient soldier, cold and calculating, his only motive in life was completing his missions. He had killed mercilessly, not questioning even once who was in front of the gun, he just knew he had to pull the trigger.

Everything changed the moment Steve Rogers, his best friend since childhood, found him 70 years after being used and tortured. Steve saved him from the claws of Hydra and gave him the opportunity to gain back his own self, to finally give his life meaning again.

His life changed drastically when he joined the Avengers, he could use his unrequired skills to help people, to save lives. He had his closest friends, Steve of course, Sam, Nat and then he met you. Once he was able to recover almost all his memories, he had a long heartfelt conversation with Natasha since she had suffered in similar ways. The brainwashing, the body killing training, the horrors of the Cold War and the cruelty of the Red Room.

You and Nat were inseparable, both becoming SHIELD agents the same year. You were a freelance hitwoman, both of your missions were to kill the same target. But before you could kill each other, SHIELD stepped in and rescued both of you, seeing your potential and the ability to do the missions other agents weren’t able to. When Bucky first came to the compound, you were away because your last mission went badly and it almost killed you, so Fury and Steve decided it was better for you to lay low for a while. Months went by and Bucky’s curiosity only grew, he really wanted to meet you, since everyone talked about you like you were an angel. When the time came to finally meet you, everything he ever heard about you was not nearly accurate to him. You were as much of a mystery as Nat, but unlike her, you opened up to him fastly, trusting him blindly. You both held each other on your worst nights and were also there for the other when you needed a good laugh.

You could have never imagined that the infamous Winter Soldier could be such an absolute dork with such a pure heart and soul. At first he was a bit sulky and moody, he was like a ghost around the compound, but months of therapy and help from his friends turned him into the man he was today, the man you loved deeply, even though you lied to yourself trying to make it seem like a platonic feeling. For years you remained as best friends, until the masquerade ball Tony organized for Natasha’s birthday.

“So, what are your plans for the party?” You asked Bucky nonchalantly while you looked for costume designers online. He looked up from his book and shrugged, he really didn’t know what you meant but he knew you would elaborate. You closed your laptop and placed it on your nightstand, all your attention on your friend now. You laid across the bed, resting your head on his lap. You were staring at the ceiling so you totally missed Bucky’s adoring gaze.

“Well, apart from getting hammered with Thor’s Asgardian alcohol, I don’t really know.” You rolled your eyes internally at his comment. You laid on your stomach so you could face him, your chin resting on your hands on top of his chest.

“Obviously you are doing that, but it’s not what I meant.” Bucky chuckled and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t sure about asking him to be your partner, maybe he was planning on going with someone else, maybe he wanted to go on his own. You cleared your throat while reaching out to fiddle with the laces of his hoodie nervously.

“Are you going with someone?” He frowned, realizing that you didn’t assume (like he did) that you were going together. Maybe you were planning to go with a date? He knew it had been more than a year since you had dated someone so maybe you wanted to use the party as an excuse to do so?

“What you mean with someone? I d-”

“You should ask Sarah from Forensics, I’ve heard she has a huge crush on you. She’s sooo soft and pretty. I have her number if you wa-”

“Okay, Y/n stop right there. I am not going with Sarah or with anyone else but you.” His eyes widened at his own boldness but he quickly found a logical explanation.

“I mean, we always go together to this kind of shitty parties we both dread. But if you are going with someone else is fine.”

“Yeah, yeah I just thought that maybe you wanted to go with an actual date and not your best friend.” He tousled your hair and you whined jokingly. He mumbled “dork” and you stuck your tongue out.

“My best friend is pretty cool and when she gets drunk the party starts, so I am not missing that for Sarah from Forensics.”

“Oh god James, and I am the dork? You absolute dumbass.” You shook your head in amusement and sat on the bed, putting your disheveled hair in a low ponytail. You slapped him lightly on the right shoulder and got down of the bed, gathering your stuff.

“I can’t stand to see that beautiful stupid face right now, I have to look for a fucking dress. You better wear something in dark red cause, you know it-”

“it’s my color” he mocked you using a high pitched tone of voice and laughed at the face of disgust you jokingly pulled off.

“Fuck you.”

“Why don’t you f-” His sentence was cut off by the bang of his door closing but you already knew what he said. You rolled your eyes and made your way to Nat’s room since you needed to organize shopping days and all that stuff.

-

Bucky Barnes was a dancer and fortunately he still had some moves, but waltzing was out of his league. He knew what a masquerade was of course, so the fact that he had to learn how to dance a completely different style was...frightening to say the least. He talked about it with Steve so they both were headed now to a masterclass while their dates were out shopping. Nat had asked Steve as her date because she wanted to go with his best friend. Their friendship was the most platonic you’ve ever seen and watching them flirt and banter was the highlight of your days. Nat was a fantastic dancer of course, she used to be a fucking ballerina, so she offered to teach you some moves. She was the only one who actually knew your feelings towards Bucky because you had confessed them one night you had drank your weight in vodka and when you saw Bucky’s text asking you to please be careful, you laughed and told her. You didn’t remember that conversation and when Natasha tried to ask you, she realized she shouldn’t bring up the topic until you were ready to believe it yourself.

“Ooof Nat, should I really buy this expensive dress?” You asked her while checking yourself out in the mirror. The dress was absolutely stunning, made of a dark red taffeta or a similar material, short sleeved and a beautiful v-neck, not very revealing but enough to make your babies pop. The bodice hugged your curves and the skirt was puffy.

“Listen, Stark is paying for everything, that includes our dresses. So yes, you are going to buy it.” She stood up and lead you back to the changing room so she could purchase both of your dresses.

Steve sighed heavily at Bucky’s complaints. They’d been dancing for four hours straight and they weren’t getting any better, or at least that’s what they thought. Bucky really couldn’t believe he had been dragged into this mess just because he loved getting drunk with you under any circumstances.

“Come on Buck, don’t worry. You two will probably be too drunk to even stand, why bother so much in learning this shit?” Bucky rolled his eyes and nudged his friend on the shoulder.

“Listen pal, I wanna do this right. You know how much I love dancing so this is just an excuse to learn something new.” He could almost believe his own lie, but Steve knew better. He knew Bucky better than himself, so he obviously knew the unspoken thing that was going on between two of his best friends.

“Okay buddy, whatever you say. I just hope Y/n appreciates all this instead of laughing at you like Sam and Nat are probably going to do.” He muttered something to himself and left the room without saying a word.

“Fucking idiots, I hope they fuck soon.” Steve said to himself before turning around and smiling at the dance teacher.

“Let’s do this Janet, I have a very dangerous woman to impress tonight.”

-

“I really, really, really, really regret the day I gave you access to come into my room whenever you want to.” You told Bucky, who was laying on your bed on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows. You slumped next to him and buried your face in the pillows as well. You really thought you looked like idiots but you couldn’t care less.

“Can we stay here? We can watch one of those victorian romantic movies you love and get wasted on our own.”

“You know I would love to, but Nat would kill us. Besides, you hate those movies.”

“I was just trying to persuade you Barnes, you don’t need to be so rude.” You stood up and opened your first drawer, pulling out the two masks you had bought throwing Bucky’s to his head and he responded with a fake “ouch”. He sat on the bed and looked at you amused, the small mask in his hands.

“And you have the nerve to call me rude. I already have my mask and I won’t show it to you until tonight.”

“Wow, sorry for thinking about you and your shitty memory, old man.”

“You know what Y/n? I’ll see you tonight before I throw myself out of that balcony.” You giggled at his fake tantrum. You really loved your friendship with Bucky, because even though you were always joking around each other, you had your backs. He was always there and so were you.

“You want me to walk you to your room?” He frowned at you but his eyes widened when he realized what you were about to say, but you said it before he could cut you off. “In case you don’t remember where your room is at.”

“That was one time Y/n, please let it go.”

“Never.” And with that said, he left. You giggled remembering the first night you two got drunk together. It was the first time Bucky had tried Thor’s alcohol so he was excited to finally get drunk after all those decades. He drank by himself almost three flasks and encouraged you to drink a bottle of vodka on your own, so at 6 am, you were stumbling through your room floor because Bucky had forgotten where his own room was, so he wanted to sleep at yours.

You took a last look at yourself in your mirror and placed the mask in its place. It was a shame that Bucky had decided not to wear the mask you’d bought for him, but his taste was pretty great so you knew it was going to be amazing.

When you reached the party the place was already full of people. Everyone was dancing to the slow melodies or drinking at the bar. You noticed that Tony had removed all the furniture from the room so it looked like a grand dance hall, the usual modern lamps he owned were replaced by huge golden crystal chandeliers, the windows were covered by thick curtains that looked like the ones European palaces had. The cream and golden tones of all the decoration gave a really regal look to the party, the soft glow of the candles in the bar and the sound of champagne glasses relaxed your senses.

You fixed your long silk gloves and sighed, moving through the crowd towards the bar, where Nat stood chatting with who you assumed it was Steve, Sam was behind the counter pouring alcohol to his half empty glass.

“You mind filling this lady’s glass?” Sam smirked and you winked at him. He raised his eyebrow under his cream and red mask and he took out a tall glass.

“What would the lady like to drink?” He rested both of his palms in the counter, looking at you with an amused look in his eyes.

“Vodka on the rocks, s'il vous plait.” You heard Nat choke on her drink and Steve turned to look at you while Sam just poured your drink, a smile playing on his lips.

“Aren’t we starting a bit early, Y/n? Your date is not even here.” You shrugged at Sam’s comment and took the glass when he handed it.

“Since you all seemed so surprised with my drinking choices, I’m going. I need an unjudging friend right now.” You waved your hand gracefully and moved towards the centre, trying to find Bucky. After five minutes and an empty glass, you saw his bulking figure talking to some woman. You needed a moment to gather your thoughts because he looked absolutely sinful with the outfit he was wearing. The black pants marked all his muscles, specially his thighs, those fucking thighs that drove you insane and his ass...you shook your head trying to stop your mind. You needed another drink.

“Wow look who’s back and empty handed!” Steve said to the small group. You nudged him in the ribs and asked Sam for another glass of alcohol.

“Why are you this flustered Y/n?” Nat asked you when she noticed your flushed cheeks. You fixed your mask trying to hide your nervousness and failing miserably.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your three friends shared a knowing look and you rolled your eyes, finishing your drink in two sips and encouraged by the burning liquid, you went to where Bucky was. You could now see his whole outfit perfectly and your heart swelled. He was wearing a black ruffled shirt with a black and dark red embroidered vest and a black tail coat. His face was covered by a simple half Venetian mask, decorated with the same colors as the outfit’s. He was chatting with some agent you couldn’t recognize and you felt a pang of jealousy at how he was looking at her, smiling and touching her. At that moment you realized the alcohol was kicking in and that’s why you were having those stupid thoughts. You approached your friend and placed your gloved hand to his shoulder, indicating him that you were besides him and waiting for him to pay attention to you. You catched a part of the conversation and they were talking about one of the last missions the undercover agents did, so after a court nod from Bucky and a brief goodbye from her, his eyes were on you.

“Well, look at you!” He smiled at you warmly and you felt something flip inside you. “How did you recognize me?”

“Oh boy, you can mask that face all you want but you can’t mask those thighs.” You smirked and he started laughing at your comment, making you feel proud of your wittiness.

“How drunk are you already?” You brought your hand up between your bodies and pressed your thumb and index together whispering “a little” so only he could hear it.

“Lucky for you, I drank almost a flask, so that makes us dangerous already. Wanna dance?” He extended his hand and you took it accepting his invitation. You suddenly felt really nervous since it was the first time you were going to slow dance with him but unbeknown to you, Bucky Barnes felt sick due to his nerves. He wanted this to work, he wanted to show you and the world that he was still capable of being a soft person, not this cold calculative soldier with a dark past.

The feeling of his hand on your waist and your other hands intertwined was intoxicating you, your bodies pressed together, the only thing between you two were your clothes. You spinned around the room for what felt like eternity, time for you had stopped and everyone had disappeared.

You burst the small bubble you were both in saying you needed a drink, Bucky stopped swaying you and with your hands still intertwined, went to the empty bar.

“I’ve always loved the Victorian Era, you know?” He said while giving you a glass full of vodka, and took a sip of his flask. “The clothes, the courting, the chivalry and all that fuss.” He smiled sadly at you thinking that you wouldn’t notice.

“If you could, would you go back in time and stay?”

He took another sip, now longer, and shook his head. “Of course not, you wouldn’t be there.” He blurted out without thinking and you just giggled at the comment.

“Oh Barnes, don’t be so dramatic. I’m sure you would make good friends there as well.” You gave him a sincere smile and he shook his head again, taking another sip of the flask, this time a long one. You looked down at your glass and twirled the straw, looking at how the ice cubes collided with each other.

“I love you.” You jerked your head up and maybe it was the alcohol clouding your mind or the denial of your own feelings, but you didn’t notice his intense gaze, filled with love and adoration.

“And I love you too, you idiot. As my best friend, you should know that already.” You placed your lips around the straw and finished the whole drink, Bucky still looking at you shocked that you rejected his feelings without you noticing.

“No, Y/n, what I mean is that I’m-”

“You are what, Barnes?” Nat cut Bucky off and you threw yourself into her arms, kissing her face and wishing her a happy birthday. “I missed you, Nat. Where were you?” You started talking to her totally ignoring your friend, who got that as his cue to leave the party. He would never blame you for not feeling the same or not even noticing his feelings, that was totally on him, but he didn’t feel well enough to stay in the party. He knew you wanted him there, to get drunk together and then both of you ending up throwing up in the sink and the toilet, but tonight he needed to breathe, he needed to get out of the crowd.

“Hey, where is going Bucky?” Asked Steve while he approached Nat and you. You frowned and looked at the entrance, catching a glimpse of Bucky’s broad shoulders and hair leaving the party. “I’ll be back in a sec.” You said and stumbled down the bar stool, heading towards the entrance half running.

“We both know they are not coming back, right?” Steve said to Nat, a strong nod and a sigh answered his comment.

You ran as fast as your drunken state let you but before you could notice you slipped with the dress and fell.

“FUCK” You screamed to the empty hall and took off your heels and gloves, standing up trying not to fall again on your ass. Bucky was nowhere to be seen so you headed to his room, your head spinning due to the alcohol.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky startled you, making you lose balance but he caught you before you could fall again.

“I was just checking that you got to your room safely, since you know, you get lost and all that.” You laughed at his fake hurt expression and straightened your clothes. You noticed that he had taken off his mask and that you were still wearing yours. “Why did you leave?”

“I’m feeling a bit sick, I think I drank too mu-”

“James, if you don’t tell me what the fuck is wrong I’ll torture you until you do. The drinking excuse is the worst you could’ve used with me.”

Bucky sighed defeated, he knew he had to get it off his chest, after three years carrying this on his own, he needed to let the words out, he needed you to know. He reached for the laces of your mask and took it off, placing a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek.

“I love you, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance just to mess up with him.

“Baby, we already established that I lov-”

“Y/n, you are not listening. I am in love with you. I want to be your best friend, your lover, your partner in crime and your drunk buddy.”

You stared at him wide eyed, not knowing what to answer or to do. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and you gasped at the feeling, making Bucky think that you were rejecting the act. You stopped him from moving his hand and he leaned in, his lips brushing yours lightly.

“Either you kiss me or I faint, so make a m-” And just like that, his lips crashed against yours with a passion and hunger you’ve never felt in your entire life. He pressed you against the door, the stupid huge dress stopping you from feeling anything. Your brain finally woke up and you realized what was going on. Bucky Barnes loved you, he was in love with you. And you were in love with him. You pulled away and stopped him, making him step backwards scared that he did something you didn’t want to.

“You love me?” You really asked him, thinking that maybe your brain was betraying you. He nodded and looked away, not wanting to see the rejection in your eyes.

“Hey coward, look at me.” You held his chin and forced him to look at you. “I love you too, always have. I was just too damn scared to admit it to even myself.” He smiled and kissed you again, this time slower, pouring every ounce of love he had for you in the kiss.

“What now?” He asked you once he pulled away to breathe. He had his hand on the back of your neck, caressing your skin with his thumb.

“As much as I’d love you to fuck me against every surface on that room, I am drunk and tired and I need to process everything.” He nodded and waited for you to come up with what you wanted to do next. “So you are going to take this dress off me carefully cause I can’t do it on my own and it’s expensive as fuck, you are going to give me one for your shirts and we are sleeping, together.” He nodded again and smiled, leaning in again to give your lips a small peck.

“Consider it done, asshole.”

[mikmikisnotcrack]

BTS as your Overprotective Brother

Maknae Line || Hyung Line

Pairing: Brother! BTS

Warnings: None

▪▪▪

Park Jimin

"(y/n) where are you going?" Your brother, Jimin, asks as he watches you take a few mirror selfies of your outfit. You were going to go to the karaoke bar with your friends, so you wore a simple spaghetti strap black dress that reached mid thigh, a beige varsity jacket and knee high boots. "Karaoke bar" You say as you turned around to face Jimin. "Do I look tarted enough?" You ask, adjusting the hem of the skirt as Jimin eyed you down suspisciously. "And why must you dress so... tart? When you're just going to a karaoke bar with who?" He asks. "Ah, I'm going with Hye Jin, Ji Woon, Hyung Min and Seo Woo." You reply, looking at Jimin.

"Could you at least wear something, I don't know, more conservative? I know I told you you could wear anything you want and have no shame, but you're our baby sister and you're going with mostly males. Now, as a male, you never know who could hit on you" Jimin says as he enters the room and closes the door. "Oppa, relax. Those three guys are head over heels for this one girl, you don't need to worry too much. Besides, if they did touch me anywhere, I'd do what you say. Kick em where it hurts" You say, raising up your fists to immitate a fighting stance. Jimin smiled widely at your cuteness, but dripped it after a few seconds. You tilted your head in confusion, why did Jimin suddenly frown? "You're cute sis, but seriously, wear shorts" He says. "Wait what?! I thought you were fine with this!" You whine. "I never said that it was fine!" He countered, walking over to your closet to pull out a white sleeveless top that could be tied in front and cotton peach shorts that had a lace pattern. "Here you go"

"I refuse!"

"What?!"

"I dont wannaaaa"

"Park (y/n) I am not playing this game with you!" Jimin placed the shirt down on your bed and looked at you, holding the shorts in front of you "Seriously, this looks way better" He says. "No! I already did my makeup to match this one!" "Oh for crying out loud, (y/n) just change your lip tint to a lighter pink rather than purple!" He says. Jimin inwardly groans as he rolled his eyes in a exaggerated way. "Fine, if you don't want to wear it then..." You eyed Jimin nervously. He had this mischevous glint in his eyes, the kind he had when you two were gonna wrestle for the last bag of chips in the kitchen.

"Oh no, oh no no no no no, we are not starting this oppa! I just finished my hair and makeup!" You exclaim, trying to make an excuse for the two of you not to strangle each other. Didn't work, you ended up running around in your room, screams, pillows, plushies and what not were thrown in the room. "JUST LISTEN TO YOUR BROTHER YOU LITTLE SHIT"

"NO!!!"

Jimin tackled you to the ground (luckily you decided to wear cycling shorts underneath) and tried holding your wrists down so you could surrender and wear what he wanted to.

"THIS IS ASSAULT! HEELLLPPP!! OPPA'S TRYING TO KILL ME!!" You thrashed around, trying to get Jimin off of you, throwing some kicks and punches at him. You managed to get him off by yanking his hair, but as you were about to make your escape, he grabbed the back of your leg and dragged you back down to the floor.

"Hey Hyung, Maknae--" Your other older brother, Jihyun says, walking in on you and Jimin clawing at each other. He gave you two a judgemental look and proceeded to back out of the room "Y'know what, I'm not even- I'm not even gonna ask"

"ALRIGHT FINE I'LL WEAR YOUR DAMNED SHORTS!"

"SUCCESS!"

Kim Taehyung

"You're going on a what?!" Taehyung exclaims. He had gone out with Jeon Gyu this morning to buy some stuff in the morning market when he walked in on you about to leave the house. When he had asked you where you were going, you said you're going out on a date with one of your classmates.

"And what does dad think about this?" Taehyung says, placing the groceries down on the floor. He crossed his arms as he waited for your answer.

"Okay so, I may or may not have told him that it was a study date. But don't tell him." Taehyung looked at you giving you an intense stare as you looked at your phone. He was about to scold you for lying to your dad and not telling him as well, but you cut him off "Oh hey, Junwook is probably waiting for me. Talk to you later oppa!" And with that, you walked out of the house, dodging the bags in front of you in the process. While you were leaving the house, Jeon Gyu passed by you, but you had ignored his hello. He noticed how you were walking towards the direction of the cafe down the street. He shrugged, bringing in the bags inside the house where his older brother was staring intensely at a cabbage that he was putting away. "Uhh... Hey hyung, where was (y/n) going?" He asks, setting down the bags on the counter.

"She was going on a date" Taehyung replies. He placed his palms on the counter and sighed "Which direction did she go?" "She's probably going to that cafe down the road if its a date... Why?" Jeon Gyu asks as he started putting out the contents of the bag. "Wait here" Taehyung says, then proceeds to go upstairs, leaving Jeon Gyu in the kitchen incredibly confused.

Taehyung came back down in a beige trench coat, slacks, a beret and shades. "Here, wear this" He says, handing over a blue button down with white vertical stripes, black slacks and dress shoes to his brother. "Wait, why?" Jeon Gyu asks, looking at the clothes and shoes that were obviously too big for him.

"We're spying on that date" Taehyung says, lowering his shades to wink at Jeon Gyu "Um... Sure, but why do I need to wear something expensive?" He asks. Taehyung rolls his eyes and playfully slaps Jeon Gyu's shoulder "It's a disfuise. (y/n) knows that we wear comfort clothes when going out."

"Why do I have to partake in this?" Jeon Gyu asks "Because you're my little brother and (y/n)'s older brother. Now hurry and go change" Jeon Gyu rolls his eyes and goes to the bathroom to change.

Which is how your two brothers ended up in the farthest corner of the cafe. It had a good view, your back was facing them so you wouldn't notice the two. Taehyung was calmly eating cheesecake while Jeon Gyu struggled to drink his coffee due to the face mask Taehyung made him wear. Taehyung said he could drink but make it 'discrete' and keep the mask on at all times. Taehyung watched this guy like a hawk. He watched every movement. From the way he tapped his feet on the ground, the pattern of his hands, and the way he stared at you. Taehyung glared daggers at the boy as he reached out to hold your hand. "Hey, (y/n) thanks for going on this date with me" The boy says, and you just smile at him, rubbing circles on the back of his hand "Don't mention it, Junwook." You reply. "Okay so... I've wanted to tell you this for a long time and--"

"AH CHOO"

Junwook sighed the moment he got cut off by an obnoxiously loud sneeze from someone in the cafe. You thought that sneeze sounded familiar, but decided to ignore it due to your crush sitting in front of you. "As I was saying. I've li--"

"AH CHOO!"

Junwook looked up very irritated at whoever kept sneezing. He glared at the man over your shoulder but soon paled the moment Taehyung lowered his glasses and stared back at him. "Hey Junwook, is there something wrong?" You asked, making him stare back at you. He smiled nervously as he looked back at Taehyung, who pressed his index finger up to his lips. "Uh- I... Um... Really like the waffles they have here!" He exclaims, letting go of your hand as he shoved a mouthful of the waffles. You looked at your date shocked, you did not expect that from him. You turned around and saw an empty seat at the corner of the cafe. You shrugged your shoulders and proceeded with your date, obviously disappointed that it was all just a friendly date.

Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jeon Gyu high fived as they went back home, their mission a success.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook swayed back and forth on his heels as he waited for his little sister to be dismissed from classes. He recently came home to visit his family, and the first thing his parents made him do was fetch you. He sighed, messaging Yugyeom about how long he's been waiting for you. He glanced up and noticed that the Highschool students were now dismissed, so he put his phone back in his pocket and waited until you spotted him.

He smiled the moment he saw you walking out of the school doors, waving a farewell to your friends. When you turned your head, you spotted an all too familiar face in the middle of the parking lot waving at you. "Oppa!" You exclaimed, running at your brother and giving him a hug. "Hey sis" he says, putting his arm over your neck to hold you in place as he placed his knuckle on your head "OW OW OW OW OW, SCREW OFF JUNGKOOK" He let go of you and watched you pull back, rubbing your head where he gave you a noogie. He looked at you with wide eyes, one hand was on his chest and one over his mouth. "Y-You didn't call me oppa!" He gasped, sounding offended.

"Oh hush, oppa. Don't think I don't see you running away from girls on those youtube videos" You say, punching him on the shoulder. He laughs as he slings his arm around your shoulder as you two walk to the exit. "So how're you holding up in Highschool?" He asks "Better than you ever will" You reply, smirking at him as he laughed nervosuly, remembering all those times he skipped and failed classes. "Aish this kid is a pain in the neck" He mutters, making you scoff. "I learnt from the best~"

As you were walking, you noticed that at the side of the parking lot gates where a group of boys were hanging around. You glanced at them, your grip around Jungkook tightening. "Hey sis, your grip's getting a little tight" He wheezes. You hated those guys. They always cat called you. You frowned as you saw one of the guys spot you. Jungkook looked down on you, concern grazing his features.

"Hey doll!"

"Hey gorgeous, you free tonight?!"

You sighed, choosing to ignore them. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at those guys who threw cat calls and wolf whispers directly at you. He sighed, heat creeping up to his ears as he felt his anger boiling up at every word they said. "Wait- Jungkook what are you doing?!" You whisper as he dragged you over to them, making them laugh and hoot in satisfaction that you were coming their way. Jungkook's grip on you tightened as he walked over to them. "(y/n), who are these boys over here?" He asks. "And what's in it to you buddy?" One of the guys ask, standing up as he placed his hands in his pocket. "Look here pal, I don't appreciate the crap you guys were shouting at my sister" Jungkook says sternly.

The guy scoffs, looking back at his crew with a smirk "What? Can't your sister take a compliment?" He says. Jungkook sighs "Well, a compliment are supposedly sincere words directed at a person. There is a big difference between that and cat calling. Cat calling consists of explicit words, while compliments are kind ones. If you were to compliment my sister, you should've went up to her and say 'hey you're really pretty today' instead of yelling 'hEY GORGEOUS!' And looking like a complete fool while doing it." Your eyes widened at Jungkook's words. Foe a guy that got an eight out of a hundred number test, this guy was spouting pretty smart words.

"Anyways, come here buddy" Jugkook says with a smile, releasing you from his grip and walked towards the guy, wrapping his arms around him. "This world is a pretry good one. But it's kinda getting ruined by pimples like you" Jungkook says, turning so he and the guy are facing his little crew. "You kids clearly never listened in class because you're sitting by the rusty gates, trying to look badass but really you are not" The boy scoffs, pushing away your brother. "Look here you shit, I'm--" Jungkook tutted and used a hand to grab the guy's uniform collar.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he stares into the boy's eyes "My sister is for the record, way out of your league, sorry to burst your non existent ego. But kindly find someone who's low enough to sleep with you and your micro dick, thank you" Jungkook pushed him, making him stumble back into his group "Now, stay away from my sister because I promise you, I'm just not in the mood to pick a fight with immature shitheads who think they're cool" Jungkook turned around, slung his arm back on you and proceeded to walk back home. "You know, you were a little hypocritical when it came to your speech" You say

"I SAVE YOUR ASS AND THIS IS WHAT YOU TELL ME?!"

▪▪▪

Requests are open!

[desolationofzara]

three’s a crowd, but four’s a party part 1

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jon Kent, Connor Kent

Pairing: DamiJon, TimKon

Summary: Just two bats on a double date with their super boyfriends

A/N: My lovely mutual @unavenged-robin wanted a fic where Tim, Kon, Damian, and Jon all double dated. So here’s part one! I didn’t originally plan for this to be a multipart fic, but it’s been too much fun writing the boys interactions, especially Tim and Damians. This is my first time writing for the couples so please be nice! 

I aged up Damian to 17, and Jon to 15. I dont know the age gap between Tim and Damian but im gonna say that Tim is around 22. 

It was a relatively quiet night for Gotham city. Just a few muggings, a convenience store robbery, and a car heist. Normally, Damian would've been antsy all night. Waiting, practically begging for some villain to come along to spice things up. But tonight, there wasn't a peep out of Robin. This made Batman very suspicious.

Batman headed back to the cave. Robin said that he wanted to do one last sweep of the city before deeming it safe for the night. Bruce knew better than anyone that there was something about swinging in the cold Gotham night air, thousands of miles from the ground, listening to the sounds of the city, made you think clearer. And if that's what Damian needed right now, so be it. He'd come to Bruce with his worries when he needed to. And with that, Bruce got started on his report for the night.

It wasn't much later that Damian flipped into the cave.

"Everything alright?"

"Yes, even as I did one last sweep down, it seems that there was no crime to report for tonight." Damian answered, taking off his mask.

"I didn't mean with the city, Damian, I mean with you." Bruce chuckled, looking at his youngest. That seemed to freeze Damian mid step.

"I'm fine." Damian said quickly. Too quickly. Bruce gave him a skeptical look. Damian swallowed thickly and approached his father. "There is a State Fair that will begin on Friday in Metropolis, I had the intention of taking Jon."

Damian wanted to take Jon to a fair? All the way in Metropolis? They could wait another week or two and there would be a state fair here in Gotham. Granted, the one in Metropolis probably had less psychopaths try to ruin it.

"As in a date, Father."

Bruce's brain short circuited. The words 'date' and 'Jon' were the only things that he could focus on.

"Take your brother with you." Bruce finally said, turning back to the Batcomputer.

Damian scrunched his nose, "I hardly think that we need to be chaperoned-"

"Take your brother with you, or you wont be going." This thought made Bruce very happy.

"But Grayson is on a mission overseas! He'll never get back here by Friday!" Damian whined.

"Last time I checked, you had more brothers than just Dick." Bruce smirked.

He could feel Damian weighing his options behind him. It was either Jason "Guns blazing for the entire public to see" Todd, or ask Tim for a favor.

"Isn't Master Tim still dating Mr. Connor? Perhaps you could ask him." Alfred supplied helpfully.

“As in double date?” Damian scrunched his nose up.

“I believe it’s either this, or you could wait for the Gotham State Fair and Master Bruce would happily chaperone your date. Unless you would rather prefer Master Jason.” Alfred said

Bruce grinned at Alfred statement, and it only widened when he saw Damians head snap toward him.

“I will call Drake in the morning.” Damian grumbled as he sulked out of the cave. When Alfred and Bruce heard the entrance to manor close, they silently high fived.

Tims phone started to buzz as soon as he got out of his first class. D E M O N S P A W N displayed across his phone. Tim sighed as he glided his thumb across the screen to answer.

“Damian”

“Drake”

“Everything alright?” Tim asked, sipping his coffee he just bought.

“Peachy. Why wouldn’t it be.”

“The fact that you’re calling me. So Im asking again, everything okay?”

“I have a mission for you. On friday. You don’t have any friends so im going to assume that you’re free.”

“I dunno, Damian. I could have a date that day.” Tim smirked. Oh, he was going to have fun with this.

“Is a date really more important than a mission?” Damian asked. It sounded like he was ready to head to his campus any minute and strangle him.

“It could be. Especially if that mission is having to chaperone your little brothers date.”

“How did you-?!”

“B called me last night and asked if I could chaperone your date.”

“Let me guess. You leaped at the offer.” Damian drawled.

“You know, contrary to your popular belief the soul purpose of my life isn’t to bring misery into your own.” Tim snapped. He didnt mean to, it was just something about Damians know-it-all attitude about him that got under his skin. “Look,” Tim started again, “My first date with Kon was a movie date, and do you know who followed us around everywhere?”

“Batman?” Damian snorted

“Bingo. You can only imagine how awkward my first kiss was.” Tim could hear Damians chuckling on the other end of the phone.

“Grayson caught my first kiss with Jon.” Damian admitted quietly.

“And somehow, I feel like that’s worse than Batman spying on all my dates.”

There was a few beats of silence between the two. Both struggling with what to say next, or just let the conversation die there. In the end, it was Tim who spoke first.

“Listen Damian, my class is about to start pretty soon.”

“Of course, then I will see you friday.”

“A word of caution,” Tim started. Damian felt his ears perk up. “Kon is... an acquired taste. But he’s very close with his brother. If you want to date Jon long term,”

“I do.” Damian interjected quickly.

“Then you should, no, NEED to made a good impression with Kon.”

“Isn’t the fact that he’s dating you make any difference?” Damian sighed.

“I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you. But how about you let me do the talking on friday?”

“By all means, Tim.”

“Sounds like a plan, see you then. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

Tim pulled up to the manor Friday afternoon. Alfred, as always, was ready to greet him at the door. “Good afternoon, Master Timothy.” Alfred smiled.

“Hey Alfred. Where’s our growing boy?”

“I believe Master Damian is in his room,” Alfred said with a smirk on his face. “He’s been trying on clothes for the past hour or so.”

“No way.” Tim snorted. The kid took “make a good impression” way too seriously.

“If you don’t believe me, inspect for yourself. I do believe you know where his room is.”

Tim fought the urge to run to Damians room, with his phone in hand. Tim couldn’t wait to send a video to Jason and Dick about the ‘baby getting ready for his first date’.

“Oh, Master Timothy,” Alfred called and Tim turned around to face him. “Do keep the teasing to a minimum. I’ve just got the blood stains out of the carpet from your last argument.”

“I’ll try my best, Alfred.” Tim smiled, pocketing his phone.

Tim knocked on Damians door. Damian opened his door wearing an Armani suit. Tim didnt know whether to break down laughing, or be exasperated.

He chose the latter.

“Really?” Tim deadpanned.

The tips of Damians ears turned red, “Perhaps I got carried away with-”

“Playing dress up?”

“My options.” Damian hissed, narrowing his eyes into slits.

“Well have you decided on what you want to wear? Because we should probably leave soon if we want to pick the guys up on time.” Tim stated looking at his watch. He saw Damians feet shuffle from the corner of his eye. Tim pushed himself into the younger boys room. Surprisingly, there was no protest from Damian. 

Tim bit back a laugh when he saw the state of Damians room. It was a mess. The younger boys whole closet was probably on the floor or his bed. “I feel bad for Alfred.” Tim chuckled as he got to work on a pile of clothes.

“I will clean my room myself when I return.” Damian sighed, flopping down on his bed. Tim quickly extracted khaki pants and a plain black button down. He threw them on top of Damian and exited the room.

Damian walked out as stiff as a board. “This does not seem appropriate.”

“But an Armani suit was?”

“Michael Kors.”

“What?”

“The suit was Michael Kors. Not Armani.”

“Oh, so the casual look. I get it.”

“Shut up, Drake.”

“Stop stressing out. Everything will be fine.” Tim said, taking Damians arm to roll up his sleeve.

“Im not stressing out-” Damian scoffed.

“The state of your room says otherwise.” Tim smirked. He could practically hear Damians teeth grinding together. 

“The Kents appreciate simplicity.” Tim tried to sooth, moving to Damians other arm.

“Obviously. They lived on a farm.” Damian smirked.

“Very ‘actions speak louder than words’ people.” Tim continued, placing a watch around the teens wrist. “So if you really mean that you’re going to be with Jon for the long run, they’ll see it. Our family is the one with the trust issues.”

This elicited a snort from Damian. “And don’t we know it.” He said quietly.

Tim smiled down at Damian. “Yeah. Now go put on some deodorant and cologne. You smell like mothballs.”