#I’m saving all their kiss footage for when I finally decide to try again

[imogenkol]

“May I have a kiss?”

[sacredsorceress]

Who Am I? || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: spider-man’s identity is exposed to the world after the death of mysterio. the issue? spider-man has a known relationship with your superhero alias, sorceress, but peter is in a relationship with y/n y/l/n. your identity remains a secret as you are forced to decide to either reveal your identity to the world or to allow your boyfriend to have his reputation tarnished further.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst angst angst

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You stood, shocked, in your bedroom with the television still playing in front of you. For a moment you were unable to move as you watched a photo of your boyfriend, Peter Parker’s face flash across the screen with footage of Spider-man playing alongside it. You always knew the day would come where both you and Peter’s identities would be exposed to the world, but you thought you would be the one to decide when and that you would have so much more time.

Your hands began to shake as you paced your room, picking up your cellphone and dialing your boyfriend’s number. Your identity hadn’t been exposed yet, but you knew there was only a matter of time until there was a decision to be made.

You and Peter had an ongoing relationship that everyone in your shared school knew about. However, it was a known fact across the world that Spider-Man was in a relationship with your superhero alias, Sorceress.

In this moment you were kicking yourself for never realizing that this situation could happen. If they weren’t already, you knew soon enough that people would begin connecting the dots. Peter Parker had you- Y/n Y/l/n- whereas Spider-Man had Sorceress- a woman with an unknown identity. You would either have to come forward and reveal your identity or remain in hiding, allowing the world to believe that you had never known of Peter’s super human abilities and that he had been seeing an Avenger behind your back.

You cursed to yourself as your call went to voicemail, about to call again until you heard banging against the glass of your bedroom window. You rushed across the room, pushing open the window for Peter as he climbed in before you slammed it shut once more.

���What the-” You began.

“Fuck.” Peter cut you off. “Shit. Shit. Shit! What am I going to do, Y/n?”

He began pacing your room, pulling the mask off of his face before tossing it aggressively across your room.

Just then, the phone in your hand began blowing up, buzzing and dinging from texts and direct messages in between phone calls from your family. You knew everyone had started to hear the news.

Silencing your phone and threw it on the bed.

“I- I don’t know, Pete.” You said confused and frustrated. “God, I could just kick that guy’s ass right now. What are we going to do?”

Looking at your boyfriend, you noticed as his eyelids grew red, water brimming on the edge and spilling over them as he tugged at his messy hair. His chest contracted and relaxed rapidly as his breathing quickened and you could hear soft huffs and puffs spilling from his mouth.

Meeting him where he stood in your bedroom, you cupped his face in your hands, pushing your own thoughts aside.

“Peter, look at me.” You told him, searching to meet his eyes. “You need to breathe, baby. We’re going to figure this out, okay? I know this looks bad, but not everyone can believe this, right? You’re Spider-Man. You’ve helped save the world. You’ve never given anyone a reason to believe shit like this because you’re a good person, Pete. They’re gonna have to believe you.”

Watching the tears fall from his eyes and stream down his cheeks, he shook his head, moving his hands out of his hair to instead wrap his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him. Shoving his face into the crook of your neck, you could hear his muffled voice.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sobbed into your skin, his fingers digging into the cloth of your shirt. “It feels like everything goes wrong. F-first Mr. Stark and now this. The world is literally against me, Y/n. I- I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Listening to your boyfriend's soft cries, you rubbed your hand in circles against his back, soothing him.

You swore you could feel your heart shattering in your chest, watching your favorite boy fall apart right in front of you. Although you both had been through a lot- Peter was going through your worst nightmare and had been hit repeatedly back to back to back. You wish you could turn back time and make it right for him just so you could see a smile grace his face once again.

“I’m not going anywhere, Peter.” You whispered. “We’re going to figure this out together-”

Just then, you heard your name announced from the television, your yearbook photo displayed on the screen alongside Peter’s, below it a photo of Spider-Man with his hand rested against Sorceress’ lower back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself in so low a voice you hoped Peter wouldn’t notice, but he did.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked pushing himself out of your embrace.

As hard as you tried to hush him and keep him in your arms, he backed away, turning his attention towards the television.

“This just in! Sources confirm that Peter Parker, better known as Spider-Man, has had a long-term girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, pictured here since before the Blip! Now, for those of you out there that don’t know, Spider-Man has also been in a relationship with fellow Avenger Sorceress for the past seven months! If you’re keeping up- that’s two women! We’ve been unable to reach Miss. Y/l/n so far for any comments at this time, but fellow classmates have been eager to share their sides of the story.”

“This whole thing is just so crazy.” You watched Betty say on screen. “I thought Peter was so nice, but journalist to journalist- Y/n was way above his league. That’s what’s so shocking! I can’t believe he’d cheat on her like that. I guess being an Avenger really does go to your head.”

“Do you know what this means?” Peter asked suddenly, turning towards you.

Feeling your heart thump in your chest, you furrowed your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “What are you talking about, Peter?”

Pointing at the television he raised his voice.

“Y/n, they don’t think that you’re Sorceress.” He explained to you. “They think that I’ve been seeing the both of you behind your back. You... you can still get out of this. You don’t have to go down with me.”

Staring at your boyfriend’s face, the severity of the situation written all over it, your eyes grew wide.

You understood what Peter meant. You had been given an out by some lucky chance. You could lie and say that you weren’t Sorceress and that you had never known a thing about Peter being Spider-Man. You could lie and pretend that you didn’t know who your boyfriend really was.

You could lie and allow Peter to have his reputation tarnished even further by making him out to be a two-faced cheater.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Peter, I can’t do that.” You told him. “You’re innocent! If I lie and say that I didn’t know anything- that I’m not Sorceress and that you’ve been cheating on me behind my back- then you look guilty. You can try to prove you’re innocent for the whole thing with Mysterio right now because you’ve never given anyone a reason to believe otherwise, but if I let you take the fall for me, Peter, and make you look like a liar and a cheater then that will give them all the more reason not to trust you. It’ll be impossible to change their mind.”

Listening to the words you were saying in disbelief, he pushed his fingers into his hair, tugging hard on the strands and shaking his head.

“Y/n!” He shouted your name. “You don’t think they’ll bring you down with me? If you tell everyone who you are, they’ll think you knew about it the whole time. They’ll think that you knew what I was doing with Mysterio and that you’re just as guilty as me. I can’t ask you to reveal your identity for me just for everyone to turn on you too!”

Flinching from the volume of his voice, a part of you knew that he was right.

You had always wanted to keep your identity a secret to allow you to live a normal life outside of avenging, but seeing Peter’s situation just gave you all the more reason to protect yourself by living a double life.

At the end of the day though, you loved Peter.

You and your boyfriend had chosen each other every day regardless of the hectic lives you both led- sometimes even risking your lives for each other in the process. 

Your lives weren’t easy by any means, but you always had each other and promised yourselves that you always would.

“So what?” You asked. “What am I supposed to do, Pete? You think they’re going to stop at you? You don’t think they’re gonna start wondering who’s behind my mask? And God, what kind of life would it be if I kept mine a secret now? I can’t live normally anymore- not when I’m apparently the ex-girlfriend of the Avenger who they think murdered someone. Besides... what? We’d have to see each other in secret from now on so nobody finds out who I am? It’s not worth it, Peter-”

Throwing his hands in the air, he shouted.

“It’s worth if you’re safe, Y/n!” He raised his voice at you once again, before taking a deep breath. “What don’t you get?”

Taken back by his outburst, you both stood there staring at each other in silence.

When you finally reached your hand out for him, you winced as he shied away from your touch.

“I- I’ve lost to many people.” Peter said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t lose you too.”

The way his voice cracked, made your breath catch in your throat as you stared at the broken boy in front of you.

Peter had undeniably lost so much- his parents, his uncle, his mentor- there was no doubt about that and it broke your heart knowing that he worried about losing you too.

Gazing at his tear-stained face- you swore to yourself that he never would. You would do whatever it took to make sure that Peter Parker was never alone.

“I know, Pete. I’m sorry.” You said, slowly stepping towards him. “You’re not going to lose me. I mean, Pete, we went to space and turned to dust for five years and still found our way back to each other. We’re going to figure this out together, Peter. We’re gonna clear your name, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.”

When the palm of your hand met his rosy cheek this time, he didn’t flinch away, instead nudging his head into your touch.

“I can’t ask you to do this.” He said softly, meeting your eyes.

“I wouldn’t ask you to either, Pete, but you would do it anyway, wouldn’t you?” You asked, brushing your thumb against his cheek.

“Yeah.”

Not being able to help the light chuckle that slipped from your lips, you threw Peter a soft smile.

“I know.” You whispered. “So just... let me do this, Peter.”

Just as Peter opened his mouth to speak, the sound of his phone interrupted him as it began ringing in his pocket. Stepping back from your touch, he pulled the device out from his suit and brought it to his ear.

“What? May, slow down.” He said sniffling. “I’m at Y/n’s.”

Watching as he furrowed his eyebrows, you crossed your arms.

“What?” He asked. “’Check outside her window’?”

Rushing across the room, you pressed yourself against your window, looking down at the street below you. On the sidewalk stood at least a dozen reporters, clamoring outside the door of your building. Eyes growing wide you stepped back, throwing the curtain over the glass.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, wringing your hands and turning to look at your boyfriend.

“May, I know.” He said. “I just- let me call you back.”

With that he hung up the phone, slipping it back into his pocket and strode across the room to meet you in your spot. Resting his hands on your arms, he squeezed tightly.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Peter said meeting your eyes. “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but I want it to be your decision, Y/n. Make sure whatever it is that it’s... that it’s what you want because t-there’s no going back.”

Nodding your head along with his words, your focus shifted from your boyfriend to the dresser in the corner of your bedroom where you kept your suit.

This was it.

You had to make your decision.

You wished more than anything that you had more time, but you knew that you had had enough allotted to you already. You had been given more than any other member of your team and standing there now, you were thankful for every second of it.

No matter what your decision was, your life would change for good from this moment on.

Your heart racing in your chest, you memorized the feeling of your boyfriend's touch and the way his eyes glistened from the tears in his eyes, his cheeks stained red. You remembered the way he smiled when he first saw you again after the Blip and the way he held you so tightly after returning from his trip.

Taking one last, shaky breath you looked up at Peter and nodded.

“I’m ready.”

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of gun violence, PTSS

A/N: before you have a heart attack, the angst is resolved by the end of the chapter

Masterlist

Chapter 35

“Elephant,” Spencer read from the list.

“E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T,” Jo recited.

“Correct!” Spencer picked her up and hugged her, “That’s the last word on the list your teacher gave as practice. You’re my little genius.”

“This spelling bee is going to be a P-I-E-C-E of cake,” Jo beamed.

“Speaking of cake, what kind do you want, Baby J? We have to celebrate your last day of 1st grade.”

“Chocolate!” she smiled.

“You got it,” you gave her a thumbs up, “Daddy and the babies are going to go with you to school to watch the spelling bee and I’ll be there as soon as I pick up your cake. I need a final hug and kiss from my first grader before I go though.”

“Bye, Mommy!” Jo kissed you on the cheek.

“Remember you don’t have to win. Just have fun, baby,” you reminded her.

Jo nodded.

“Bye, love,” you gave Spencer a quick kiss, “Save me a seat!”

-

“Can I get a chocolate cake that has ‘Congrats Jo!’ written on it in purple frosting?” you asked the baker.

Once the cake was decorated, you headed to the front to check out.

All of a sudden, two men with black ski masks burst through the door with guns.

One of them fired off two shots towards the ceiling to get everyone’s attention. You dropped Jo’s cake in sheer panic.

“Everyone, get to the floor now! If the cashiers cooperate, this will all go smoothly and no one gets hurt,” one of the men yelled.

You couldn’t get enough oxygen to your lungs as you dropped to the floor. The events from Jo’s seventh birthday party kept replaying in your head.

Then, you felt something warm seeping down your front. You looked down to see your white shirt quickly darkening into red.

Spencer dropped the cake on the ground, running over to you, “Y/N!”

You fell to the ground just as he caught you. You could hear the muffled sounds of screams, kids crying, and people running away.

-

“Jo, your word is environment,” the teacher announced.

Spencer looked around the crowd in the auditorium. It was already the second round and you still weren’t here. He would have texted you but unfortunately, carrying both twins inside, he managed to leave his phone in the car.

What he didn’t know was it was blowing up with messages from the team who were at the hostage situation and had seen you on the security footage.

“E-N-V-I-R-O-N-M-E-N-T,” Jo stated into the microphone.

“Correct.”

-

You were trembling on the floor with the palms of your hands covering your eyes.

The robbers must have planned their timing wrong because the cops showed up earlier than expected, turning the robbery into a hostage situation.

They didn’t have a plan though so they denied all forms of communication. You were trapped.

-

“Okay, we are entering the final round between Jo and Mason.”

“Mason, your word is neighbor.”

“N-A-B-O-R,” Mason said.

“I’m sorry, Mason. That is incorrect. Good try though. Jo, the word moves on to you. If you get this correct, you will be the winner.”

“N-E-I-G-H-B-O-R,” Jo stated confidently.

“That is correct! Congratulations to Jo!” the teacher cheered as the audience applauded.

They handed her a little trophy and Spencer ran up to her and gave her the biggest hug he could with his baby carrier on.

“Where is Mommy?” she whispered.

“I don’t know, Princess, but I’m sure she has a good excuse because she wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he whispered back.

“JJ, can I use your phone for a picture? I left mine in the car,” Spencer asked.

“Sure, hold on. I just need to power it back on, I didn't want it making any noise during the competition.”

They waited for JJ’s phone to turn on and her face noticeably shifted to concern as she shuffled through the missed calls and texts.

“Will, watch Jo and Henry please,” JJ said, pulling Spencer into the hallway nearby.

“Spence, I need you to take a seat.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, slowly sitting down with the baby carrier holding the sleeping twins.

“There is a hostage situation at the nearby grocery store and Y/N is inside. She is physically okay but she seems to be having some sort of breakdown.”

“Well assuming the unsub or unsubs have a gun, that would make sense because her last encounter with a gun, she was shot at Jo’s birthday party and almost died. She is most likely suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome. We need to get down there right now,” Spencer stood.

“Okay, leave the babies with Will and he’ll watch the kids for now. I’ll explain it to him later.”

-

Glass shattering. Yelling. Gunshots fired.

You closed your eyes tighter and pressed your hands to your ears to block out the sound.

Someone put their hands on your shoulders and you screamed loudly. The hand began to rub your back soothingly.

You opened your eyes to see Spencer crouching down in front of you. He was saying something to you but you couldn’t hear because of the deafening ringing in your ears.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You were still paralyzed in fear even though you were now safe in your husband’s arms.

Spencer’s lips were moving again but you couldn’t make out a single word. He scooped you up and carried you outside to one of the ambulances. They placed a blanket around you and you curled up into yourself again, putting your head in your knees.

Spencer’s hand never left your back.

-

It had been a day since the incident and you still hadn’t talked. You wanted to but it seemed impossible. You had only left the bed to use the bathroom, barely touching the food Spencer brought you.

“I want to show Mommy my trophy but she isn’t leaving her room,” Jo frowned.

“Mommy went through something really scary so that is why she missed your spelling bee and why she won’t leave her room. Two bad men tried to rob the store she was in and it reminded her of when she got hurt before and had to be in the hospital for a while,” Spencer spoke softly to her.

“Oh. What can I do to help?” Jo asked.

“How about we all go in there and just lay with her? She might not be in the mood to talk but you can talk to her, Princess,” Spencer had Ollie on one hip and Ophelia on his other.

He was right behind Jo when she knocked on your bedroom door.

“Love, can we come in and sit with you for a bit?” Spencer asked, cracking the door open.

You slowly sat up and extended your arms, inviting Jo in for a hug. Jo ran into your arms.

“Hi, Mommy,” she whispered.

You kissed her head in response. Jo laid down in your lap and proceeded to tell you all about the spelling bee as you stroked her hair.

Spencer took his spot in the bed with Ophelia on his chest and Ollie in his lap. He smiled softly when you reached for Ollie, cradling him in your arms.

Jo put some Looney Tunes on to cheer you up. Spencer ordered pancakes from the local diner and you all ate in bed together. Spencer couldn’t stop smiling when you finished your entire stack of pancakes.

By late afternoon, you all had moved on to ‘Tangled’ but all the kids were napping on top of you. You grabbed Spencer’s hand and interlocked your fingers. Spencer brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

“I love you,” you croaked.

“I love you too, my brave brave girl,” he whispered with happy tears in his eyes.

A/N: congrats, you made it through the last angst plotline in this fic!!! i hate to say it because i’m so attached but i will probably be wrapping this fic up soon (maybe 4 more chapters or so). also, send me some asks! i’m bored!!! i have been writing all day!

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[tsumucore]

Request: ok headcannon this the tiktok trend of either climbing into your bfs lap/filming their reaction to you dancing/the walking in naked reaction Daichi, Kuroo, Semi, Bokuto, and Iwa??? or really any of them bc like honestly those reactions would be hilarious 🤣

A/N: I have so much fun writing tiktok requests :D

Warning: implied NSFW

Daichi

You were planning to spend some quality time with your boyfriend by having a movie night. As he set up everything in the living room, you were finishing up your shower. After drying your hair, you wrapped a towel around yourself which gave you an idea.

You had been seeing the trend of people ‘dropping the towel’ and walking in naked on their partners all over social media. You wanted to know how Daichi would react; obviously, he had seen you naked many times before, but catching him off guard would be interesting.

“Baby, are you almost done?” Daichi’s voice floated over to where you stood in the bathroom, spurring your eagerness to commence with the plan. You loosened the towel and got your phone ready to catch everything on film. You opened the door and emerged from the cloud of steam that had filled the bathroom.

“Daichi,” you drawled as you watched him prop up pillows and spread out blankets on the couch. You waited until he turned around to acknowledge you before letting the towel drop to the floor with one effortless flick of the wrist.

This man didn’t even bat an eye at your naked form. “Uh, babe? Make sure you’re completely dry if you’re going to be laying on the blankets.”

You felt like a clown; you were trying to catch him off guard, and instead, he had caught you off guard. You quickly stopped recording and saved the footage before stamping your foot. “Daichi,” you whined. “You were supposed to react more favorably - blush or stutter or something.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he chuckled at your slightly indignant expression. “Here, why don’t you sit on my lap while we go ahead and start this movie. I’ll show you a genuine reaction.”

Kuroo

Damn you, Kenma, you thought to yourself for what felt like the umpteenth time. Ever since Kenma had introduced your boyfriend to a new game, he had been hooked. You considered yourself to be a reasonable person, but if Kuroo didn’t give you some attention soon, you were going to spontaneously combust.

Lo and behold, you saw the trend all over your ‘for you’ page: people walking in stark naked to see how their partners would react. You decided at once that you were going to try it. If your boyfriend didn’t react favorably to this, you were going to scream into the void.

You wrapped a towel around your otherwise bare body and pressed “record” on your phone. You ambled into the living room, took a deep breath, and called his name before dropping the towel.

“Yeah, babe,” your boyfriend didn’t even bother to turn around as his fingers madly pushed the controller’s buttons. Unbelievable. He merely continued to talk into his headset. You were going to have to kick this up a notch.

You stopped recording and threw your phone on the couch. In case you failed again, you did not need your humiliation caught on film. You came up behind him, lightly massaging his shoulders and calling his name one more time. “Tetsurou...” You were now climbing into his lap.

Kuroo immediately dropped the controller in surprise. He took one look at you before pausing the game and hastily turning off the headset before lightly tossing it next to him. “What’s all this, babe?” He chuckled while roaming his hands all over you.

Bingo. “It’s for you,” you replied.” But if you want to get back to your game, that’s fine with me too.” You shimmied out of his grasp and started heading out of the room. You had to pull together every brain cell you had to suppress your laughter when you heard him tripping over himself to chase after you.

Semi

Your could hear the echoes from your boyfriend’s bass wafting from his makeshift studio in his apartment. He really was good - so good, that you could feel the energy his sound conveyed from where you stood in the kitchen.

The bassline tingled through your extremities as you felt it evoke a slight swaying of your hips. This gave you an idea. You pulled off your clothes and casually dropped them on the living room couch before opening the tiktok app and recording your journey to Semi’s studio.

You lightly danced your way down the hall and to the right where you paused briefly outside the door of his second bedroom-turned-studio. You knocked lightly and pushed the door open, continuing to sway your hips to the rhythm of your lover’s music.

Semi was still playing when he lifted his head to look up at you - and when he did, his eyes widened and crimson dusted his cheeks. “Eita, I just love your playing so much... Look what it’s making me do,” you giggled as you slightly twirled your torso, causing your breasts to bounce.

At this, Semi couldn’t meet your eyes as he stopped playing to use one hand to cover the embarrassed smile tugging at his face. Cute. You stopped recording and shook your phone at him. “Now everyone will know how talented you are. You’re welcome,” you declared teasingly.

He gave a slight roll of his eyes before setting aside the bass and pulling you on his lap. “Oh? I think you had an ulterior motive going on here... I find it hard to believe you did this out of the goodness of your heart.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before lightly slapping his chest and feigning shock. “I’m offended that you’re questioning my kindness.” This earned you another eye roll and a sweet kiss straight on your lips.

Bokuto

The second you saw the trend circulating all over social media, you knew you had to try it on your own eccentric boyfriend. You wanted to see how he would react - obviously, he would get excited (it was Bokuto after all), but you thought it would be funny to get everything on camera.

He was on the phone with someone - Akaashi, you presumed - as you dawdled in the bedroom. You stripped yourself down completely and hit the record button on your phone. Showtime.

“Akaashi, I swear! It’s all in the Chipotle sauce.” Your boyfriend was speaking through mouthfuls of sandwich when you walked into the living room. “No, it really does make a difference! Man, this re-” You rolled your eyes as you waited for him to look up at you. 3, 2, 1.

When he finally acknowledged your presence, his already owlish eyes widened even further and bits of sandwich were falling out his mouth as he gaped at your completely bare form. “Akaashi, I gotta go,” he practically screamed as he tossed his phone on the couch and eagerly ran towards you, banging his toe on the furniture in the process. This man really started limping in his efforts to get to you.

You decided to yank his chain even further by innocently asking him what was wrong and then glancing down at yourself as if realizing for the first time that you were naked. By now, he was practically frothing at the mouth. “Woah, can we do it right now?”

You stopped recording because his hands were getting - ahem - grabby, and you were sure tiktok’s policy wouldn’t take too kindly to what was about to commence.

Bonus: He pulled a fast one and did the exact same thing to you a few days later.

Iwaizumi

You had been seeing the trend all over your ‘for you’ page for the past couple weeks. At first, you disregarded it as just another corny gimmick for couples chasing clout. However, your curiosity got the best of you as you wondered what your own boyfriend’s reaction would be like.

You commenced your plan of action by staying in your bedroom when he came home from the gym. He always made a protein shake in the kitchen after working out, so you knew this was the best time to catch him.

The only thing you had on as you made your way down the hallway was a towel wrapped precariously around your body. Your phone was on and recording your journey to the kitchen. Once you reached the kitchen, you saw that his back was turned to you as he was pouring the shake into a glass. Perfect.

“Hajime,” you called in the sweetest tone you could muster before dropping the towel on the floor. Your boyfriend was in the middle of taking a swig of his shake as he turned around.

When he saw that you were completely naked in front of him, he spluttered and choked on his shake, which sent him into a coughing fit. It took a whole minute for him to recover. His cheeks were red and his hands were wiping away at his mouth.

You teased him incessantly after ending the recording. You had successfully captured what you were looking for.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” While you gleefully examined the footage, you didn’t notice your boyfriend inching closer to you and grabbing your hips. “Maybe I need to teach you a lesson.”

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[nickyhemmick]

A Very Stressed American Jew here again,

Hi! Thank you for taking the time to respond to my ask and yes, I’m someone who loves hearing as many perspectives as possible so I’d love some sources from you. I also very much appreciate the fact you are being very careful to only reblog posts that are anti Israel, not antisemetic (which is frankly a breath of fresh air, the internet has been a bit exhaustingly full of both antisemitic & Islamaphobic content these past feel days as I bet you’ve seen)

I’ve also been to Israel on a Birthright trip. We met people who ( both Palestinian and Israeli) on various sides of the conflict and learned a ton about it, from both perspectives which I was lucky to have the opportunity to do. We even went a little into the Gaza Strip to talk to these people running a pro Palestine peace movement and it was so important to me hearing those stories.

I never said they were on equal footing militarily, they definitely are not, Israel definitely has that advantage. But you are incorrect about Israel always being the aggressor since 1948,they’ve defended themselves about as often as they’ve attacked. Isreal is a small country comparatively to the ones surrounding it, so it makes sense it defends itself heavily in case of an attack.

I 100% agree that there are too many people who are compliant with the mistreatment of many Palestinians! I’m not anti #freepalestine at all! I get why that is a thing. But I also stand with Israel( but that does not mean I condone every action they take. ) Overall I think the situation is extremely complicated and some sort of compromise should be reached.

It’s just been very frustrating to see so many people reblog things on a situation just bashing Israel because so many others are doing it. Especially when then don’t know what they are talking about or using big buzz words that they don’t know what they mean, or spreading misinformation. It’s been on both sides and has been very very draining. I just want peace and some sort of solution. It makes me extremely happy you know what you are talking about and can debate politely yet happily about it. The internet has been so ‘ either agree with me 100% or you a bad person’ about this so it’s refreshing to see you are not like that.

I’ve done a lot of research into it from as many perspectives as I can get my hands on.

Some extremest Israelis are hurting Palestinians

Some extremest Palestinians are hurting Israelis

Both sides are throwing rockets at each other and it’s terrifying.

Both sides claim the other side is brainwashed

There is so much biased propaganda out there on both ends it’s hard to know what is truly happening.

I know people living in Israel who have sent me videos they’ve taken of rockets flying over there heads and I’m so scared for them. I’m so scared for all the innocent people caught in the crossfire on both sides.

Thank you for a more nuanced response and I’d love some of your sources,

A Very Stressed American Jew

Hi anon, 

I wasn’t going to respond to this until after my math final tomorrow but I’ve spent the past two days thinking of your ask and the things I wish to articulate in my answer. 

I am going to start here: how can you say you support Israel but say you are also pro-free Palestine (as in, you said you are not anti free Palestine). In my opinion, these two ideas cannot coexist. Simply because, the entire establishment of Israel has been on violent, racist, colonial grounds. 

(Super long post under here guys)

You said you don’t support all Israel’s actions, and definitely, just because you support something doesn’t mean you can’t criticize it. However, in my opinion, if you do not support Israel’s actions against Palestinians there’s not much left to support? I admit this is a very biased view as I am Palestinian, but many things that people support about Israel have existed before its creation: as in, these are things and qualities that have existed in Judaism and are not due to “Israeli culture.” There is no Israeli culture. There’s Jewish culture--100%. But there is no Israeli culture, because Israel does not only steal Palestinian land, but Palestinian culture, too. Such as claiming Levant food is Israeli; hummus, ful, falafel, shawarma. I mentioned food from this article I know is culturally and traditionally of the Levant, and has been for centuries, it is not something that has come to culinary creation in the past 73 years. 

I do not think this is a complicated issue. I said that in the previous ask and I’ll say that again. Saying it is a complicated issue is trivializing the deaths of innocent Palestinians, the violent dispossession our ancestors endured, and the apartheid they live under. I hope if anything comes from this discussion it is you removing the “it’s a complicated issue” phrase from your vernacular. 

This is not complicated. A journalist reporting the death of martyrs only to discover that of them include two of his brothers is not complicated. The asymmetry of Israel vs Palestinian armed forces is not complicated, nor is the asymmetry in Israeli vs Palestinian suffering (which I will get to later). It is not complicated.  Destroying the graves of martyred Palestinians (or just in general, the graves of the dead) is not complicated. Little children being pulled from the rubble, children being forced to comfort one another as they are covered in the ashes of their decimated homes, attacking unarmed citizens in peaceful demonstrations (you can find videos before this attack where they were playing with kites and balloons), destroying an international media office and refusing to allow journalists to retrieve the work they are spending every waking hour documenting but claiming it was because it was a hide out for a “Hamas base,” fathers who are trying to cheer their frightened children up only to end up dead the next day, while many Israeli have the privilege and the option to go to hotel-like bomb shelters is not complicated. 

This brings me to my next point: the suffering of Palestinians cannot be compared to the inconvenience of Israeli’s. On one side, you have children who are happy to have saved their fish in the face of their homes and lives being decimated behind them to Israeli’s in Tel Aviv having to cut their beach day short to get to bomb shelters. You have mothers and fathers ready to set their lives down for their children to save them from bombs to Israeli’s enjoying their brunch only after making sure there are bomb shelters there. You have Palestinian children being murdered to blocking out the sound of sirens in the safety of your bomb shelters. (The first picture of the Palestinian child is not from footage of the recent problems). You have the baby lone survivor of a whole family recovered from rubble. His whole family, gone, before he ever had the chance to realize that he even exists, while Israeli’s decide to flee out of the country,(Translate the caption from Twitter, it checks out), or have to leave the shower due to sirens. Who is really suffering? 

I won’t sit here and pretend like the thought of rockets flying over my head, no matter which side I am on, is not terrifying. It is. It’s scary to just think about. But Israeli’s have protection beyond Palestinian’s, they have sirens to warn them (Israel does not always warn Palestinian building members that it is about to be bombed), they have the Iron Dome, they have simply the threat of nuclear power (which I am not saying Israel would use, but the simple fact they have it would make me feel a lot better if I were an Israeli citizen) and they have bomb shelters. What do Palestinians have? Hamas? That smuggles its weapons through the ocean? That only ever reacts to the action Israel instigates? And yet Gazans are branded terrorists and that it is their fault that they “elected” a terrorist organization that only was ever created due to no protection from any armed country? (There are so many links I want to add in this paragraph but it is simply impossible for me to add everything I want, a lot of what I’m referring to can either be found through a Google search, or you can stalk my Twitter account, all that I am posting now is about Palestine, and will include sources of things I cannot add in just this one post.) 

Look, I see myself in the genocide happening in Palestine right now. I see myself in this ten year-old girl. In this three year old girl. I see me and my family in videos of cars being attacked in Ramallah and Sheikh Jarrah (I cannot find the Ramallah video, should be somewhere on my Twitter), I see my father in the countless videos of fathers crying out for their children, of kissing the corpse of their loved ones (again, translate the Tweet, the man holding the body is saying “just one kiss”). I see my grandfather in videos like this (old footage). I see my younger brother, I see my grandmother, my mother, my aunts and uncles and cousins. I see myself and my life and my family were my father not lucky enough to get a scholarship to the UK and out of Palestine, were my maternal grandfather not been lucky enough to make it to a refugee camp and build a life in Jordan. I have an unbelievable amount of privilege to be born into the life I was born in to, in terms of I do not have the threat of bombs and violent dispossession around me, and I do not even live in the US. I have privilege and sheer luck that my parents were able to go to the US so that me and my brothers can be born, because now I have both the protection of the most powerful country in the world while at the same time being part of a people to have suffered so generously the past seventy-three years. 

On the other hand, you saying that Israel has “defended themselves about as often as they’ve attacked. Israel is a small country comparatively to the ones surrounding it, so it makes sense it defends itself heavily in case of an attack,” I offer you this question: why are they using military grade guns and stun grenades in mosques to “defend” themselves from rocks? And before you mention that Hamas hit Tel Aviv, I remind you that Hamas did that due to the violence in the Al-Aqsa mosque square and the attempted ethnic cleansing in Sheikh Jarrah. The violence didn’t begin with us; the violence was brought out of Palestinians in resistance to the generations of oppression we have endured and the attack on Palestinian Muslims during the holiest night of Ramadan. Hamas has since asked for a ceasefire multiple times and Israel is refusing. New reports say there is a possibility of a ceasefire in the coming days, but Israel could have decided this a long time ago and spared many lives. (Remember, no matter what resistance we make, Israel is the one in power).

Israel has been the aggressor since 1948. Just read up about the Nakba! 700k Palestinian families were dispossessed violently. The only reason Israel was established at all was because it simply declared it was now a country and the US and many other countries recognized it as such. (Of course, there are many other historical details here, like the British Mandate of Palestine, the Balfour Declaration, the Oslo Accords and many others. I am aware of them but these are for a different post all together). My paternal grandfather was a little younger than me when Israel as a state was created. The hostility that followed was due to this independent declaration being listened to over Palestinian voices. 

Here is a very, very simplified analogy, one that can also answer some people’s questions as to why Palestinians (not Arabs, we are Palestinian before we are Arab) did not like what happened in 1948 and why they refused a two-state solution (that Israel was never going to go through with anyway). (I am also aware other Arab nations got involved, and that is perhaps what you mean when you said they had to defend themselves, but my response to that would still be we didn't start it, that we only responded to it).

Let’s say you are a farmer. You have many fields of trees, ones you have taken shelter under from the sun since you were a child, or hid behind when you wanted to avoid your parents when you misbehaved. You have seen your trees grow from a seed, to a sprout, to a flower, to a large, beautiful tree with fruits the size of a fist. You pluck the fruits from one tree, and make a jam from it. I don’t know how to make jam but I know it takes a lot of energy. So, you make this jam and from it, produce a lovely, mouth-watering pie. Once it has cooled from the oven, you take it with you outside your balcony just so that you can admire the years, months, weeks and hours this one pie has taken to be created. Suddenly, a stranger walks past and yells to you, “That pie looks delicious, I want it!” And you, shocked at their boldness but ready to share, say, “I will give you a bite.” But the stranger says, “No! I do not want a bite or a slice or whatever you want to offer me, I want the pie!” And they grab it from you. You and the stranger start screaming at one another about who the pie is for, who is allowed to decide what happens to it, and who you can share it with. Then, another stranger comes by and says, “Why all the problems? Let’s cut the pie in half and the both of you can share it!” But why should you, who has spent years cultivating the fruit and grain inside this pie, share it? Why should you give up half of the 100% that you already owned? Of what you already had? So you disagree, and now a crowd has formed around you. “What’s the problem?” someone in the crowd calls. “They don’t want to share their pie!” another voice says. Then you become branded a selfish, mean bastard. Again, this is a super simplified analogy, so don’t take it too seriously, but I am trying to show you why Israel is the aggressor.

In addition, I do not know too much about the Birthright program, just that American Jewish people are sent to Israel, all expenses paid. I tried my best to find the Twitter thread but I read it so long ago, about an American Jewish person who went on their trip and they talked about the propaganda that they were exposed to on that trip. I can’t say for sure that it is true, because I haven’t been on it and never will, but that is the first thing I thought of when you mentioned your Birthright trip. Either way, I think it is still great you went and saw the country. However, I must ask you this: are the people you met ones you, yourself, sought out, or ones you were organized to meet?

Now, I haven’t been to Gaza, so I don’t know what you really saw or didn’t, but did you speak to Palestinians who lost their homes to airstrikes? Did you speak to siblings, parents or children of loved ones who had been lost beneath the rubble of buildings and towers? Outside of Gaza, did you speak to Palestinians that live in poor quarters? Ones who have been victims of an IDF soldier shooting them, or who have family members who have died from such attacks? Did they take you guys to Ramallah, to Nablus, to Beit-Imreen, to Jenin, to small villages in the West Bank, far away from Jerusalem and Tel Aviv? Did you speak to people there? Ask them their stories? Because if you did I have a very hard time believing you still think Israel is “defending” itself.

I’ve been to Jerusalem, many times, even Tel Aviv and Jaffa and Haifa. All the times I visited Dome of the Rock there were IDF soldiers with huge guns strapped to their person, standing menacingly outside the courtyard. For what? Genuinely, genuinely for what? It is nothing but an intimidation tactic. The same way we are not allowed in through the airport. If you could see the struggle some Palestinians actually go through just to get into Palestine, through the land border, you would be disgusted. I love Palestine, it is my ancestry land, it is my culture and tradition. But I always hated going to visit because I knew the way to getting there would be hell.

My father worked in Tel Aviv through the first Intifada. My maternal grandfather was forced out of his home in the Nakba and was forced to leave behind his belongings and the orange trees that have been in his family for generations. Hell, the town they lived in was destroyed! It doesn’t exist anymore except in the memories of my aunts and uncles, who never even saw it, but just heard of it from their father!

I’m not saying there aren’t Palestinians who are racist and anti-Semitic (though, tbh, I will direct you here for that) and who support Hamas in killing Israeli’s, but talking about how there are many “extremist” Palestinians who are hurting Israeli’s and in the next line say there are extremist Israeli’s who are hurting Palestinians is not correct. There are extremist Israeli’s killing, lynching, stealing the houses of Palestinians, and there are Palestinians who are fed up and fighting back. (I am not talking about Hamas vs the IDF here, I am talking about the citizens). I have not seen one reported death of an Israeli due to Palestinian violence (if you have, from a trusted source, send it to me), but I have seen countless of the other way around. I have seen images of charred little bodies, of a baby being dug out of the rubble, of a child’s body that had been so mutilated that you can literally see the insides of their body coming out. (I don’t know if it’s on my Twitter, I didn’t want to save that shit). If this was my country I would be absolutely ashamed of myself and my people and what they are doing in the name of my protection. So you have to forgive me, and forgive other Palestinians, who don’t give a fuck about Israeli’s having anxiety over rockets flying over their heads when we see these images. Where is the protection of our kids? Why does no one seem to mention them except when mentioning the poor, innocent ones in Israel? At least more than the majority of them have their parents to comfort and rock them. At least many of them will probably be saved of ever having to be beneath the rubble of a destroyed building, or digging in it, to hope to find the parts of their parents or siblings just so that they can bury them. Just the links from the start of my answer is enough to support what I am saying.

I have soooo much more I can say, like how Israel uses religion to distort the image of what’s going on (tbh, just check my Twitter for that: language is EVERYTHING), but you didn’t mention religion in any of this and so I won’t either. The only reason I decided to respond to you in such length was because you have been one of the few respectful anons in my inbox in the past few years of me being on here talking about Israel, so I appreciate that from you. 

As promised, some more sources: decolonizepalestine is a good place to start if you haven’t used it already, it has reading materials, myth busting, and more. Here is a map list of destroyed localities from pre-1948 until 2017, run by two anti-Zionist Israelis. Here and here are the articles I promised of a former IDF soldier-turned Palestinian activist, I read these two last year in June and remember coming out much more informed than before I read them. I suggest looking into the writer and his organization, which, if I remember correctly, collects accounts from previous IDF soldiers. I would suggest not to follow Israel and the IDF accounts on any platform, or any Israel times newspaper, simply because they will not tell you the truth. In fairness, you do not have to follow any Palestinian Authority accounts (which I am not even sure there are), but to follow on-ground Palestinians like Mohammed El-Kurd, who has been speaking out since he was 12 (he is now 22) and he is part of the families in Sheikh Jarrah. I have noticed that this and this account have been translating Arabic headlines and tweets for non-Arabic speakers, I have just started following this person but their bio says they are a Palestinian Jewish person so I am interested in their view of things. You can also follow Israeli’s on-ground and see their perspective on things, but I would also advise to compare the Palestinian and Israeli side of things from the people, and critically analyze the language used in each case. Also, this article references Jewish scholars opposed to the occupation (I have not looked into them myself but I plan to after my exams), and Norman Finklestein is another great Jewish scholar to look into if you haven’t. Twitter is better than Instagram and Facebook, so I would stick to getting live-info from there, Twitter does not censor Palestinian content as much as Insta and Facebook so you’re more likely to see things there.

I will end this by saying I personally do not see any other option for peace than to give Palestinians our land back. Whether we may be Muslim, Jewish or Christian, it has always been and will always be our land. I only hope to see it free in my lifetime. 

Free Palestine. 

[lovely-angst]

a glimpse of the past

//SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 299!

pairing: hawks x reader

genre: fluff and angst

word count: 2.7k

summary: Hawks’ past was unknown to you and you were okay with that, for now at least. But when your quirk had gone out of control and you find yourself in an unfamiliar location, you spot a pair of very familiar wings.

a/n: my writing is kinda rusty here, sorry!

02.05.21

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Hawks was different—not in a bad way, but in a mysterious way.

You knew so many things about him, but there were more things that you didn’t know about him.

These things he kept a secret from you didn’t keep you from loving him any less. Though there were times when it hurt because he kept them from you, Hawks would always press a soft kiss to your forehead, saying, “When the time comes, I’ll tell you.”

And because you loved him, you waited.

There were days where the only time you got to see your boyfriend was when he was on the news. Even after a rough battle against some villain, he still smiled bright and warm—It was easy to miss a person like him.

The days when he would be able to come home were your favorites by far. It usually consisted of nothing more than chicken take-out and lots of cuddles, but you didn’t mind.

Hawks was set out for a complicated mission, possibly one of the most critical missions, he explained, sparing you no further information for your safety.

It was almost time for Hawks to report to the commission as he stood in the apartment’s cozy living room the two of you shared. Your gentle hands lightly brushed away stray wrinkles on his jacket before you glanced up at him with a comforting smile.

“I’ll miss you,” he says quietly, “so much.” Your hand brushes his hair back more before you press a kiss onto his forehead, “me too.”

“Do you think you could use my quirk on you?” you ask carefully, watching as Hawks gives you a rueful smile. “Are you sure, birdie? You might not like what you see.” He could see the hesitant look in your eyes.

Your quirk allowed you to see a glimpse into the future of the person you touched as if you were there in person. If you were able to get a good hold on them, for example holding their hand, you could see the scene clearer and with greater detail.

Hawks was right to warn you—what if you saw him dead in the future?

Shaking the terrifying thought from your mind, you nodded before grabbing onto his hands. “Just to keep me from worrying more. Did you want me to tell you what I’ll see?”

“Sure,” he replied with a smile and you smiled back before closing your eyes, allowing your quirk to activate.

Structures began to take place in the black canvas of your mind before you found yourself standing in the middle of debris from a destroyed building. Turning your head, you saw Hawks in Tokoyami’s arms as the two seemed to be escaping.

Turning your head, your eyes caught on to the smoke flowing from one of the rooms, blue fire seemed to peek through gently before a shadow stood in the doorway.

Suddenly, your body came back to the present as you opened your eyes to see Hawks staring at you somewhat worriedly. “Are you okay? You seemed a little distressed while you were gone there.”

All you could do was offer him a small sorry. “I can’t seem to tell if it’s good or bad, but you were with Tokoyami. The two of you seemed to be escaping from a lot of smoke and what seemed like blue fire.”

With that, Hawks gave you a comforting smile before leaning in to place a kiss onto your forehead, “Thanks dove, keep the nest warm for me.” You nod with a chuckle from his words—he loved referring to the apartment as a nest.

When he began to walk out to the balcony ready to take off, you quickly ran over to him to pull him in for a kiss, “I love you, do your best.” Hawks stared into your eyes full of love and adoration before he too pressed a kiss onto your lips, “Will do, and I love you too,” and with that, Hawks took off.

The mission wasn’t carried out until three days later, when there had finally been a news report.

The news didn’t report much on the battle because of how dangerous it was at the scene. From what they could report on, they managed to collect footage from helicopters on all the destruction done.

The battle was all the news outlet seemed to cover. Your heart pounded in your chest every time you watched the news—you couldn’t seem to pinpoint Hawks anywhere on the footage they showed, with wings as large and red as his.

Hawks was often away for missions, but you felt especially lonely this time around. It seemed all of Tokyo was waiting to see the aftermath of all of this destruction.

All you could do was hope Hawks was okay.

-

Your phone jingled beside you as you glanced down to find Tokoyami’s ID flashing on your screen.

“Hello? Tokoyami? Is everything okay?” you asked worriedly. “I’m fine, I just thought you might want to come visit Hawks. The hospital is allowing close friends and family to visit, so I thought I’d give you a call.”

Your eyes teared up from his thoughtfulness. You made it a mental note to treat the student someday.

“Thank you for calling me Tokoyami, I’ll be on my way.” and with that, you hung up the phone before quickly making your way to the hospital.

It had been a few days since the war against the villains had ceased. Those injured were hospitalized right away, including your lovely boyfriend. He wasn’t allowed any visitors at the time, but it seemed things were beginning to look up.

Approached the hospital, it wasn’t easy making your way through the large group of news reporters, fans good and bad alike. Thankfully you were able to pass through into the hospital thanks to some of Hawks’ hero friends.

As you made your way through the hospital, you noticed Tokoyami standing outside Hawks’ room. “Tokoyami,” you greet loud enough for the student to hear as he turned to give you a polite bow.

“I want to thank you again for the phone call and for looking out for Hawks,” you confess, “I saw you saving him through my quirk,” Tokoyami looked shocked before he composed himself and gave you a nod. Reaching over, you pulled the boy in for a comforting hug.

“Hawks is alive because of you. You’re an amazing hero, Tokoyami. Don’t forget that, okay?” Pulling away, the young man gives you a shy smile before he nods. “Thank you, (Name)-san.”

Turning towards the door, you rest your hand on the door handle, hesitating, only to hear Tokoyami’s voice cut through your thoughts. “It’ll be alright, (Name)-san. He’s been waiting for you.”

It was your turn to nod at the male before you slide the door open, stepping inside the too quiet room filled with the constant beeps of the hospital equipment.

With a deep breath, you brush past the curtains to see your boyfriend glancing out the window from where he laid on the hospital bed. Your heart broke seeing him hooked up to multiple machines, bandages wrapped nearly around his whole body, but that wasn’t the worst part—his wings were missing.

Gently, you knocked on the door, signaling your arrival. Right away, you noticed the panicked look in his eyes as he turned to you, your smile faltering as a result. Did he not want you here?

Cautiously, you walk over to his bed, pulling out a chair for yourself as you made yourself comfortable beside his bed. “Tokoyami called me over,” you say with a gentle tone, “he’s a really nice kid, remember to treat him well.”

The overpowering feeling of trying to repress your tears that threatened to slip out was difficult. You told yourself you’d be strong for Hawks, but seeing him in such a state—it was almost impossible.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry,” you say with a small chuckle as you began to wipe at your tears, “but it’s hard not to cry when I see you all bandaged up like this and hooked to all this equipment.” You sniffle once more, glancing over at Hawks, only to find him staring at you.

You really tried to get Hawks to settle down, but he just didn’t seem comfortable with you around. With a frown, you glanced over at him, “You look really nervous and tense right now, Hawks. Do you not want me here?”

His gold eyes shot to yours, even more, panicked now than before. Your brows furrow sadly as you watched your struggling boyfriend. Suddenly, he pointed to his throat before your eyes widened, “You can’t speak?” He nods.

Turning, you search through your bag before pulling out your phone, pressing on the notes app before handing it to him, “you can use my phone if you’d like.”

Taking your hands in his, he begins to type away before pressing the speaker button, letting your phone read out his message, “I do want you here. I just didn’t want you seeing me like this.” Giving him a sad smile, you leaned over towards him before pressing a kiss on his forehead, “Don’t be silly. How are you feeling though? Physically and mentally?”

“Not good. Tired physically and mentally,” you frowned from his comment, wishing there was more you could do for him. “I’m sorry to hear. If it makes you feel any better, I plan on staying overnight at the hospital. I was able to get work off.”

His eyes softened and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. “I love you, you know. I’d never leave you when you’re struggling,” Hawks glances down at the phone, typing a quick message before letting it play. Your laughter fills the air before you shake your head, “and even if you’re not struggling.”

Times like these sucked, but Hawks was glad that you were here to help him.

Throughout the day, Hawks slept like a log from his exhausted and medicated state. Thankfully, the doctors had informed you that he was healing exceptionally well and even if it took some time, his wings were bound to grow back.

The nurses would occasionally come in to check on Hawks and change any bandages as they needed to, making sure he was healing at his potential.

It was past 11 at night when you had woken up from a late nap. You had moved the long sofa from the window over beside Hawks’ bed to be closer to him at night.

Sitting up, you decided to check up on Hawks, who was still sleeping. Pushing the sofa back enough to stand between the sofa and the bed, you hovered over Hawks, brushing his messy bangs back slightly. He looked so much more peaceful asleep.

And thankfully, he was doing just fine. Letting out a relieved sigh, you shut your tired eyes before placing your hand on his, but suddenly, your quirk activated itself.

You found yourself falling into the dark abyss. Your surroundings began to take shape and it wasn’t long before you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

Glancing around, you observed the soft clouds that drifted along the bright blue sky. You could see what seemed to be the main town in the distance, filled with tall and large buildings alike.

“Keigo!”

Hearing a sudden shout, you quickly turned around to find an old rundown shack that laid out in the middle of nowhere. “Who’s Keigo?” you thought to yourself as you quickly glanced around before making your way to the shack.

Peeking through the worn out doorway, your eyes glanced around at the torn up shack and how mangled up the place was. It seemed as if someone was living in this shack.

You caught a glimpse of the woman who sat on the floor silently, but the tense man had caught your attention.

The rugged looking man seemed to be fuming with anger. It wasn’t until he kicked the small child that sent you shooting towards him, “Hey! Leave them alone!” you cried as you tried to push the man away, only to phase through him and onto the ground.

Turning around, your eyes were met with familiar red wings, but this time smaller. As the man walked away, the child leaned over to grab the Endeavor doll that had gone flying from the impact of the kick.

“An Endeavor doll?” you questioned, glancing up to take a look at the young boy. That’s when it all clicked, “Hawks?”

Suddenly, the black abyss opened back up above you. The scene began breaking and shooting up before you too went flying up into the emptiness.

Your quirk was fading—you were waking up.

Gasping awake, your breathing was heavy and labored as your eyes quickly scanned the area before they landed on Hawks, this time from the present. His hands gripped your forearms tightly as a worried expression crossed his face.

Gently, his hands slid up until they landed on your cheeks, holding your face in his hands as you began to sob uncontrollably. Everything you had just seen and heard was too much for you to handle.

His thumbs caressed your cheeks in efforts to comfort your shaken form.

You didn’t know why your emotions seemed to burst out of you, but you had an idea it was because of how you had seen a glimpse Hawks’ past—something he had kept a secret from you.

“Hawks,” you choked, staring into his gold orbs, “m-my quirk activated when I touched you, but it sent me to the past instead, your past.” His hands faltered slightly against your cheeks. Reaching up, you placed your hands on what you could manage on his cheeks before whispering,

“Keigo, that’s your real name, isn’t it?”

Hawks’ eyes widened as he pulled away from you, shaken from hearing his name come from your lips. Dragging your hands down, you slip your smaller ones into his, giving him a comforting squeeze.

“I got a glimpse of your past. I saw that little shack you lived in. I think those adults in the room were your parents. He was calling you ‘Keigo,’ and you were just a little boy.”

Hawks shut his eyes with furrowed brows as you recalled what you had seen. If he was honest, this wasn’t how he wanted you to find out, especially when he was roughed up and stuck in the hospital.

But he was also relieved to have it off his chest—fate must’ve played a role in this.

Guilt slowly began to eat at you as Hawks sat quietly on his hospital bed, not paying you any attention as he hung his head low. Was it a mistake telling him about his past?

“I’m sorry,” you start awkwardly, “it wasn’t my place to say all of this. Um, I’m just going to step out for a few minutes. I didn’t mean to-” Before you could say or get any further, Hawks tightened his grip on your hands, keeping you in place. “Hawks?”

Releasing your hands, he made a gesture to your phone before you leaned over to grab the device for him. You sat in anticipation as you watched him type away before the robotic voice filled the room.

“I didn’t want you finding out like this,” You could only manage a sad smile, his fingers typing away once more. “Once I heal and once my voice is back, I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

“You don’t have to if you’re not ready,” you try, but Hawks shook his head, “I can’t keep hiding this from you.”

With a shaky breath, you nod. Hawks was set on his decision and you would go to him with an open heart and with open arms. He trusts you and you trust him back. 

Lying back down on the sofa that sat beside his bed, you reached over his hand once more before making yourself comfortable, “For now, let’s go to sleep. You need to rest, my sweet bird. I love you, have a good night.” you say. 

Closing your eyes, you could only hear Hawks getting himself comfortable in his bed before a few taps were heard. 

“Good night, I love you too, chickadee.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Out Of Time ~ 126

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,525ish

Summary: Y/N sees her men after saying goodbye to Coulson and the team. Infinity War starts.

Tony’s apartment was dark and quiet, which was extremely unusual for any of Tony’s places of living. 

“Tony?” Y/N called, her body was exhausted. She was trying to hold herself together from also saying goodbye to part of her family. “Tony?”

“The Boss is currently away on a business trip, Agent Rogers,” FRIDAY responded. “I will inform him that you are here.”

“Thanks… Uh, FRIDAY?”

“Yes?”

“I’m… I…”

“If I could step in, it seems like your body is exhausted, running on its last amounts of fuel. May I suggest that you rest? I will order food and work with Mr. Stark to get him here as fast as possible.”

“Okay… I’ll be in Tony’s room.”

~~~

“Y/N?” Tony called. 

When FRIDAY had told him that Y/N was back, Tony quickly ended the meeting he was in and flew home. He had been kept up to date on the SHIELD issues, since they were being broadcast everywhere. The man hunt was on Y/N like nothing it had before. He was concerned and so very worried, Tony was barely making it through the meeting.

“Y/N? Are you there?” He tried again, exiting his suit and searching his apartment.

“Boss,” FRIDAY responded. “She is resting in your room. She came back with extreme exhaustion. I’ve sent her to be and ordered food.”

“Thanks, FRI,” Tony sighed, relieved. 

He quickly, but quietly, made his way up to his room. Opening the door, the light from the hallway illuminated a very asleep Y/N, buried in the covers. He walked over, tucking her into the covers more before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Tony?” She rasped, eyes half opening.

“Go back to sleep,” he urged, brushing his fingers over her cheek. “I’ll let you know when the food’s here.”

She nodded, quickly falling back to sleep. Tony watched her lovingly before changing into something comfier. He was in the living room, waiting for the food, when the elevator dinged. Quickly on guard, Tony stood up defensively. He relaxed slightly when he noticed Peter waltzing in, bags of food.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter greeted excitedly.

“Hey, kid,” Tony responded. “What ya got there?”

“Oh, FRIDAY told me that you needed me to run and get some food. Even told me where to go and what to go.”

“FRIDAY, huh?” He looked up at the ceiling with a little shake of his head. “We’re going to have a conversation later.”

“Am I intruding on something?”

“No, kid,” Tony sighed. “It’s about time I let you in on a little secret.”

“A secret? What secret?”

“How about you go and get everything set up for three in the kitchen and I’ll be right back?”

“For three? Okay, Mr. Stark!” 

The kid rushed away to the kitchen. Tony headed back to the bed room. He had the urge to leave Y/N sleeping, as she very well needed it, obviously. But she needed to eat as well. He walked over and gently sat next to her.

“Y/N,” he called softly. “Time to wake up.”

“Hmm?” She hummed, stirring from her slumber. 

“Food’s here. And, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Meet?” Y/N was more awake now. “Tony, you know I can’t—“

“They won’t say anything to anyone. I promise.” He grabbed one of her hands and brought it up to his lips for a kiss. “Please?”

“Okay, Tony,” she nodded. Her stomach growled as she threw the covers off of her.

Tony chuckled. “You hungry?”

“A little.” She put her hands out. “A little help.”

Tony smiled and nodded before grabbing her hands. He carefully guided Y/N so that she was standing. Keeping hold of one of Y/N’s hands, Tony began to lead them out of the bedroom. Suddenly, Y/N tripped over her own tired feet.

“Woah, there, honey,” Tony said, steadying her. “When was the last time you ate?”

“Uh… honestly, I don’t remember,” Y/N responded. “It was… I thought happened.”

“And you better plan on telling me all about it after dinner.”

“Yes, Tones.”

Tony wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist to keep her more steady as they made their way to the kitchen. When they arrived, Y/N saw a teenager, one from the pictures on the wall. He was setting up dinner.

“Mr. Parker,” Tony called, the boy’s head snapped to look at his mentor. The boy was clearly surprised to see who was standing beside Tony. “I’d like you to meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Peter Parker. Or, Spider-Man.”

“Hello, Mr. Parker,” Y/N greeted holding her hand out for the young hero to shake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Peter nervously shook Y/N’s hand. “You’re…” He swallowed. “Y-you’re Lady America. I… I fought your brother in Germany.”

“You did, huh?” Y/N gave Tony a look. Tony looked away, not willing to meet her eye. 

“Yeah! I even stole his shield from him.”

“Well, that sounds like an interesting story. I’d love to hear it sometime.”

“Okay!” / “Let’s not.”

“Miss Rogers, I promise I won’t tell anyone about seeing you,” Peter continued as they sat at the table. 

“Thank you, Peter,” Y/N replied. “It means a lot.”

“How was school today, kid?” Tony asked, taking Y/N’s plate and dishing food onto it. “And patrol? Save any cats?”

“School was school. I spent most of science reworking my webbing. And I didn’t save any cats today, Mr. Stark. Just some old ladies crossing the street.”

Y/N honestly enjoyed the dinner with Tony and Peter. It was a sense of normalcy that had disappeared from her life what seemed like ages ago. After dinner was done, Peter needed to go home to get Aunt May. He awkwardly said goodbye before disappearing into the elevator. Y/N leaned back into Tony once Peter was gone. Tony pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“Coulson’s dying,” Y/N whispered.

“What?” Tony quickly moved so that he was facing Y/N. “How?”

“I don’t know. But, I said goodbye to him and the team. Only final time.”

Tony pulled her in for a hug. “I’m sorry you had to do that,” he said softly. “I know how much they meant to you.”

“He was there when I woke up… he was my first friend.”

“Do the others know? Does Daisy know?”

“No. And I wasn’t meant to find out.”

Tony looked down at Y/N. “What do you need me to do?”

“Hold me.”

So that’s what he did, all night long.

~~~

To say Bucky was anxious would be an understatement. Y/N had been gone for about a week, without a word from her. Shuri had tried to cheer him up, but it was only met with grumpiness. He was beginning to worry that something had happened to her. After that worry crept it, Bucky noticed that T’Challa and the others were keeping something from him.

“What do you know?” Bucky asked, marching into the throne room where T’Challa and his counselors were.

“Leave us,” T’Challa requested, and the others quickly left. “This is about Y/N.”

“What do you know?”

“I will show you.”

T’Challa showed Bucky the news footage of Talbot’s press conference and him getting shot in the head by Daisy, only for Y/N to appear moments later.

“The government will stop at nothing to throw her in Raft,” T’Challa stated. “I have—“

“They won’t waste their time with Raft,” Y/N’s voice came from behind. The men spun around to see her standing there. “They’ve already made it clear that they will kill me on sight.”

After spending time with Tony, Y/N knew she needed to go back to Wakanda to see Bucky. She willingly let Tony make her breakfast before fighting him to let her leave. Luckily, she won.

“But I’m fine,” Y/N continued. “Healed it myself.” Bucky began marching towards her, clearly angry. “What? I’m okay, I pro—“

She was quickly cut off by his lips smashing onto hers. With his only arm, he pulled her into him, keeping her tightly against his chest. Y/N could feel all the worry and frustration that was being poured into the kiss.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Bucky growled against her lips. 

“I’m sorry,” she replied softly. “I really had no choice.”

T’Challa cleared his throat, reminding the two that they were not alone. “I’m glad that you are alright, Y/N,” T’Challa said with a slight smile. “I’m afraid Barnes here was about to burn the whole country down to search for you.”

“The whole country, huh?” She looked at Bucky, teasingly. “Wow.”

“The whole country, no,” Bucky defended. “The whole world, that’s probably about right.”

“Cause that would solve the problem.”

“Anything to get me to you, doll.” He gave you a softer kiss. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. And I’m safe.”

~~~

The next year went by in this weird, fast-slow sort of way. Both Tony and Bucky were as understanding as they could be with the situation Y/N was putting them in. But as time went on, the more frustrated and jealous both men became. Valentine’s Day was honestly the least problematic of any of the holidays. And that was saying something.

Alone, Y/N worked to gain more control and confidence with her abilities. She needed to be ready for whatever was coming. At the start of 2018, the Stones slowly began haunting her dreams, concerning both men greatly. Sleeping was becoming a luxury. The Stones showed to her their powers and the vision Wanda showed her three years previous. They kept telling her to prepare, but not exactly what to prepare for. 

The mounting stress of choosing between the men she loved and the oncoming battle that laid ahead, was enough to make anyone go crazy. But Y/N tried her best to keep an even killed head on her shoulders. Both her men could see that this was all weighing on her, but they did their best (somedays) to take a weight off of her.

Y/N also began to grow more angry at Steve. Though she missed him greatly. She was so mad at him. Mad at him for not reaching out or appearing to not care. She was mad at him for not telling her about Howard’s death and for not being willing to see outside his stubborn ass. For that being there when she lost AJ. But Y/N also missed him terribly. Steve was her twin after all. She would always love him.

It was now currently April and Y/N was up late after having visions of the Reality and Power Stones. And a purple giant. She was alone in her Wakandan bedroom, staring at her hands nervously. She had woken up deciding that she couldn’t wait any longer to choose. A choice needed to be made before what ever was haunting her came. In all honesty, Y/N had known for months, who’d she choose. She was just lying to herself.

With a deep breath, Y/N looked over at her side table. There were two clocks on the table, one with New York’s time and one with Bucky’s. It was almost time for her morning run with Tony. 

“I guess it’s time to make the choice official,” she whispered to herself. “Someone help me.”

~~~

Tony was already waiting at the Compound for Y/N. He had bought the property on the other side of the lake months back so that their dates could be outside more. He put in a dirt path so that they could run in the mornings too. Tony was leaning against a tree, waiting for Y/N, with his fingers running over his knew (detachable) arc reactor. Ever since Y/N began to struggle to sleep at night, he knew he needed to do something to protect them. To protect her. The new arc reactor didn’t get placed without a fight. But Y/N eventually gave in.

“You ready to lose again, tin man?” Y/N teased, appearing through a portal beside him.

“I never mind losing,” Tony smirked. “The view’s great.”

“Perv!” 

Y/N playfully swatted him. Tony grabbed her hands and pulled her into him for a kiss. Something was off about it.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling away.

“Yeah,” she responded, unconvincing. “Just ready for a run.”

She pecked his lips once more before sprinting off. He quickly followed. They ran in silence for a while before Tony started talking, but it wasn’t all making sense to Y/N.

“Slow down, slow down,” Tony requested. “I’m totally not kidding.”

“You’re totally rambling,” Y/N laughed, slowing down to a walking speed.

“No, I’m not.”

“Lost me.”

“Look, you know how you're having a dream, and in the dream you gotta pee?”

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded.

“Okay, and then you're like, 'Oh my god, there's no bathroom, what am I gonna do?', 'Oh! Someone's watching,' ''m gonna go in my pants.’”

“Right. And then you wake up, and in real life you actually have to pee.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. Everybody has that.”

“Right! That's the point I'm trying to make. Apropos of that, last night, I dreamt, we had a kid.” Y/N stopped turning to face Tony. “So real. We named him after an eccentric uncle. Uh, what was his name?”

“Right… Tony, I think—“

“Morgan! Morgan.” He snapped his fingers.

“So you woke up, and thought that we were…”

“Expecting.”

“Really?”

“Yes?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “We haven’t even had sex in a year. How could that me possible?”

“I had a dream about it. It was so real.”

“I’m sure it was, Tony. But I haven’t even—“

“I know, I know. You haven’t chosen yet. But just think about it, will ya? My dream can’t be far off.”

Y/N sighed and untied the jacket sleeves around Tony’s neck. “Also, if you wanted to have a kid, you wouldn’t have done that.” She tapped the new reactor.

“I'm glad you brought this up, 'cause it's nothing. It's just a housing unit for nano particles.”

“It's not helping your case, OK?”

“No, no, it's an attachment, it's not a—“

“You don’t need that.”

“I know. I had the surgery. I'm just trying to protect us. The future uses, and that's it. Just in case there's a monster in the closet, instead of, you know…”

“Shirts?"

“You know me so well. You finish all my sentences.”

“You should have shirts in your closet.”

“I should have more of your shirts in my closet.”

“Tony—“

“I know, getting ahead of myself again. You know what there should be no more surprises. Let’s have a nice dinner tonight and we should have no more surprises. I should promise you.”

“Actually, Tony, I really need to talk to you about something. I made—“

“Tony Stark,” a man with a red cloak appeared a few feet away. There was an orange portal behind him. “Y/N Rogers, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange. And I need you both to come with me.”

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For Better and For Worse

Batmom!Reader x Batfamily

Warning: angst, fluff in the end

Note: The last chapter for the miniseries! It was fun writing this, and I know it's been too long since I actually posted the first chapter. But it was fun. Enjoy!

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Batman landed on his foot silently. His eyes scanned through the warehouse, before him was a gigantic machine with empty compartment that would fit one person. He quickly typed on the small computer on his wrist, sighing silently to himself as he waited for his scanning result to come.

“Batman,” come Superman’s voice through the comm. “Are you in?”

“I’m in,” Batman confirmed. “There’s a machine inside. It looks like somebody deactivated it before we come. I’m trying to transfer their data into my computer to get some information.”

“So Red Robin and Superboy were right,” Superman said again. There was a slight quiet sound of the wind behind him. Batman assumed he was flying as he answered through the comm. “The warehouse is empty as well. I think they had abandoned it.”

“We can’t be really sure about that,” Batman’s let out a huff as his computer displayed the transfer data has been finished. “I’m going to decipher some codes. Keep an eye on possible threat.”

Batman grunted softly as he squatted down to take a better look of the main controller device. It looked unassuming and tame while it was deactivated, but one better look alone could tell him that it would be deadly. He typed an override code on the main controller, his lips pressed firmly together as the machine slowly coming back to life.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of movement that he had known too well. “I already told you to let the League take care of this.”

“Yeah, but it was me and Conner who found it,” Red Robin came into the light. He quickly approached the main controller and eyed it silently. “I have just successfully deciphered few codes that might help. If there’s anyone that could help, it would be me.”

Batman stared at him for a few moments. He weighed his options before let out a tired sigh. Figured there’s no way Red Robin would back out now. “Only to decipher the code. After that you leave the rest to the League.”

Red Robin nodded before he dove in right away into his work. Batman lingered for a few moments to watch, but as the machine starting to wake up more and more from its slumber, he left Red Robin with the controller device as he investigated. He studied the empty compartment silently, taking notes in how the machine was built.

“B, what did you type to activate the machine?” Red Robin called. There’s a slight confusion in his voice that robbed Batman’s attention.

“The code that have been transferred to my computer.”

“That’s not possible,” Red Robin whispered. Now he sounded so alarmingly surprised. “It’s different from what I decipher earlier. B, I think– I think there’s an error in this.”

Batman was about to open his mouth when the machine whirling dangerously. Red Robin quickly tried to type in an override code, but the more he tried, the more the machine whirling dangerously and begun to rattle. He lifted his eyes briefly and saw Batman tried to tame the machine, his shoulder pressed against the empty compartment as he grunted loudly. Suddenly, the whole room was too bright from him to see as a bright, white light coming from the core of the machine shone brightly. Red Robin called for Batman a few times before the machine whirled for the last time and exploded, sent Red Robin flying across the room and the machine crushed underneath the rubbles into oblivion.

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The footage cut off right away after the explosion, leaving you heaved for a sharp breath as the camera went blank. You could see the reflection of you own face on the screen, how horror seeped right through your skin and welled in your eyes. You were unaware with tears that streamed down your face until you saw your reflection. Behind you was your children, all wide eye from witnessing the footage.

“So that was the explanation for your dislocated shoulders months ago?” Dick asked, his tone was demanding and worried.

“Yeah. I am sorry I didn’t tell any of you sooner,” Tim said bashfully. Cass silently approached him and pulled him into a half-hug. Tim smiled in appreciation. “But did you see the light zapped from that machine briefly before it blows up?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I think that light was what took Bruce away,” Tim said firmly. He had spent so many nights watching the footage over and over again, he practically could recite it in his sleep. “That would explain the lack evidence of his dead body. Besides, if you notice,” Tim pressed play on the footage again, and paused right few seconds before the explosion. “He was already gone when the machine blows up.”

“Are you trying to say that machine was a transfer device?” Damian asked, his eyes watched the paused footage before shifted into his brother.

“Could be. I tried to work with all sources that I have, but I can’t possibly decipher all the codes since the machine blow up before I could transfer everything,” Tim rolled his chair in front of the Batcomputer, his fingers swiftly typed few codes that he had known by heart. The monitor showed a half-finished string of codes. “See. It’s all half-baked. My strongest theory that I can come up with it was the machine use the same technology used for Zeta Beams. More or less.”

“So… B isn’t dead from the explosion, he was transferred into another place before the machine blows up?” Jason asked slowly.

“Another place, another timeline, or dimension.”

“Shit,” Dick cursed. His fingers ran through his hair as he stared into the footage again. “If you were right, then Bruce is trapped and possibly having no idea on how to go back.”

“Call the League,” you finally found your voice back. You were surprised you could muster a coherent sentence with a firm voice. “I know what you’re all thinking. But this is dangerous. Call the League.”

“We have all the sources we could possibly need!” Damian argued. “From what I know, they abandoned the warehouse. The machine could still be there. We just need to salvage some data and move in motion after that.”

“I know that all of you are more than capable, but I am your mother. I have my limit. I have lost my husband; I am not going to lose my children too.” The firmness on your voice left no room to argue. You stared into your children one by one to emphasize your argument. “This is their mission after all. You all will work side by side with them. And none of you will work without them. Am I understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, let’s go upstairs and eat some dinner. I’ll call Clark first thing in the morning, for now let’s just take some rest.” you ushered your children towards the staircase leading into the house.

Dinner was normal to say the least. But there was a growing tension that everyone had tried so hard not to talk about for their mother’s sake. You practically could see all of your children twitched in impatience and anticipation, all minds already long gone into a battle that still yet to happen.

“We’ll find him, Mom,” Dick said with a kiss on your temple at night before bed. You mustered your best reassuring smile, cradled your son in your arms. For the first time in a long time, you were scared for your children’s life.

Sleep seemingly unwilling to come that night. You spent the night tossed around relentlessly; mind wandered far into all possible scenarios that you could come up with. Was Bruce really out there, trapped in a place he didn’t belong? It had been three months without him, you didn’t want to get too hopeful. But a tiny part in your heart longed to be with him once more and wished to hold him in your arms again.

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“Y/N, it’s so good to see you again,” Diana beamed as soon as her eyes caught your presence. It made her smile, as you walked towards her and quickly accepted her invitation for a hug. “I miss our girl’s night.”

You chuckled at the mention of your sacred night. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve called you sooner.”

“No, no. No apology. I understand what you’ve been through was hard and hurtful,” Diana was quick to squish your apology. “Besides, looks like somebody’s a little jealous that she isn’t invited into our small reunion.”

You followed Diana’s gaze, and a smile twitched at the corner of your lips at the sight of Dinah lurked in the corner. You laughed, gestured for her to come. Dinah came right away, a frown formed on her lips as she crashed you into a bone-crushing hug.

“My God, you have no idea how relieved and happy I am when you called!” Dinah breathed. She patted your back gently.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve called sooner.”

“I am glad either way,” Dinah said as she released you from her hug, but her hand lingered on your wrist before she let out a sigh. “We are here for you, all of us. We always will. And we’ll find him.”

“I don’t want to be too hopeful,” you said sullenly. “But whatever happen, I hope it helps the League to find the trail of whoever responsible behind this.”

The League had been called first thing in the morning, and now you had all of the superhero cramped together inside your house. You watched from the back of the room the briefing that Tim gave to the League upon the lead and dots he had connected in past three months. Your heart sank into your stomach like a sandbag upon watching the footage again where your husband presumed died three months ago.

Alfred came few moments later with a tray full of refreshment. He decided to stay at the back of the room with you, watching all of your children had meeting with the League.

“Even though I have witnessed this thousand time over, it’s never getting any easier,” you sighed as you broke the silence. “It feels like I am sending my children into a suicide mission with no precaution. To save their father. We don’t know the threat that might wait for them out there.”

“We never could shelter our children forever even if we wanted to. They ought to spread their wings out there one way or another. It’s their thing after all, they would never sleep before they find the answer,” Alfred offered a consolidation. “The best we can do is to make it as safe as possible. You have done that.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Alfred.”

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It had been three weeks since the last time you witnessed all of the Justice League member cramped together inside your house for a meeting. Your children had been sent on a mission alongside the League. You couldn’t say you like it, but you saw the childish excitement Damian tried so hard to hide from the thought of fighting alongside the League, and opted to at least look approving. You were proud nonetheless.

The house was a little empty without most of your children’s presence as they’re out for a mission. Spared for Damian who was constantly sent home to attend school. Alfred had helped you to take care of Wayne Enterprise in Tim’s absence as you tore yourself in half between your work in hospital and taking the lead for the company, but it was still manageable at least.

Damian would tell you about the mission progress all the time, which sadly wasn’t much. But they still had baby steps progress nonetheless, and progress is still a progress. They have managed to salvage some valuable parts from the machine, but it wasn’t much of a lead to give them answer.

You get off from your car after you gather some courage to walk into an empty house again. The day had been long and tedious, you had just chewed out marketing department this morning and had to tended some patients in the afternoon. All of your muscles are sore and you wanted nothing but a long hot bath.

The house was empty just as you suspected. But you found a surprise as you stepped into the study room to grab some book to read. The grandfather’s clock was opened ajar, meaning somebody must have went downstairs into the Batcave. It could be Alfred cleaning up, but you found herself going downstairs.

Your eyes widened as soon as the sound of murmured conversations come into your ears. You descended down further; head perked up at the familiar sound you had missed so much. “Guys!” you practically shouted as you ran towards your children. “Oh my God, you’re all here.”

It was Jason who caught you first and welcomed you into his embrace. Your other children soon followed and trapped you in the middle, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. All of your fatigue and stress suddenly lifted from your shoulders now that all of your children are home safe and sound.

“How was your mission? All good? Are you guys safe?” come the string of questions you couldn’t help but to ask. You quickly check all of your children for any obvious injury, and you found yourself let out a long, relieved breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“We are, Mama,” Jason gently placed his hands on your shoulder to ground you. “We figure we might come home for a little while. It’s been a long time after all.”

“Yeah. I miss your beef stew,” Tim chimed in. “Can we have it for dinner tomorrow?”

“Of course,” you said as you gently cradled Cass in your arms. Cass clung into you like a baby koala for dear life, her nose nuzzled into your collarbone seeking for comfort. It made your heart soared and dropped at the same time, knowing that she found comfort in your presence and the fact that she must’ve had deprived for comfort that she actively seeks for it.

All of you shared blissful moment together, all shared some jokes and recite few relaxed and funny moments happened during mission. You were glad nonetheless, with Cass laid her head on your lap, Damian pressed against your side, and all of your children are here laughing and reciting some stories, you couldn’t ask for a better way to end the day.

The Batcomputer suddenly beeped, alerted everyone that somebody is coming. Dick quickly rose from his seat and take a solemn look to the computer screen. “It’s Uncle Supes and Wonder Woman,” he announced, a little confused at their arrival.

Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach. Does it mean all of your children had to go for a mission again?

The door to the Batcave opened not so long after, revealed two hero came into the light. All of your children were already on their feet and geared up, ready to dive back into the battle once they’re needed. But a strange expression coming from Diana and Clark somehow told you that it was not a mission.

“Clark? Diana? Is everything alright?” you were concerned. You found yourself pulled Damian into your side and firmly held him, afraid of letting your son go once more.

“Y/N, you might want to sit down,” Clark gently said.

Diana gently took you into her arms and led you into the nearest chair. You were still a little puzzled, your heart racing against your chest. Diana then gently placed her hand on your shoulders, her eyes solemnly staring into yours with an unreadable expression. It frustrated you greatly.

“Diana, what is going on?” you demanded.

“Hold on for a little while. But I need you to sit down.”

“What–” you opened your mouth to protest, but was cut off abruptly at the sight appeared in front of you.

You blinked rapidly, afraid that it was some mind trick that you weren't aware about. You found yourself awestruck, unable to move, but at the same time unable to believe your own eyes. You heaved few heavy breaths that sounded like you were half laughing and half crying, your mouth went agape at the sight alone.

“Holy shit,” you could hear Jason cursed loudly. “Holy shit. It works.”

So it was real, then.

There he was. Your husband. The one and only Bruce Wayne. Completely alive albeit looked a little gruff and exhausted. He had some rough stubble all over his chin, and the usual light in his eyes had dimmed. You could only stare and stare, your mouth let out few incoherent noises that was only above whisper.

Bruce slowly approached you. As if he was afraid, but the corner of his eyes lifted up happily at the sight of you stared at him like a deer caught in the headlight. From this close distance, you could see his eyes glossed from tears that started to well in his eyes. You watched him kneeled in front of you.

“Honey,” Bruce said as he gently took your hand into his. “I am so sorry.”

“Bruce,” you let out a shaky breath, sounded as if you were strangled. Your unoccupied hand shakily covered your trembling lips, eyes widened in disbelief. “Is this… is this really you? Are you real?”

Bruce gently took your hand and placed it on his rough cheek. There was a growing eye bag underneath his eyes. He looked so much older and tired than the last time you had remembered him. “It’s me. It’s me. As real as I could be.”

There are few beats of silence before you let out a strangled cry. You cupped his face with your hand, thumb gently stroking his cheeks. The stubble on his chin felt rough underneath your skin, but you found yourself loving the way it felt. “Bruce Wayne, you little shit! You promised that we will die together when we’re grey and old in our nineties!”

Bruce let out a surprised chuckle. It was warm and familiar, and you had missed it so much. It had been way too long since the last time you heard his laughter. “Therefore, here I am. Coming back to you to fulfil my promise.”

You smiled shakily as you laughed through the tears that stubbornly streamed down you face. You leaned closer to rest your forehead against his. “Don’t pull that stunt on me again.”

“I promised you I will always come back to you. And I do.”

“What happened?”

“The machine that I investigated had sent me into far past. I was trapped there unable to come back home, but I managed to survive. Until I met Barry, he said that he able to finished and decipher all the code gathered and redesigned the machine to bring me back. And therefore, here I am,” Bruce explained. “The warehouse was a trap set up to harm me. But Tim managed to inserted some codes before it exploded, so it sent me into different time instead of kill me in explosion. We figure it was a part of Injustice League’s scheme.”

“All I could think about was you. I worried about you and the kids. Sometimes the only thing that could get me through the day was the thought of that one day I will finally able to come back home to you.” Bruce placed a tender kiss on your knuckles. “You have managed to save me over and over again. Thank you.”

You couldn’t muster up any single words, so instead, you threw yourself into his embrace. Soon all of her kids would join and trapped you in the middle. Although Jason acted as if he hated it, you knew that deep inside his heart he was relieved to have his father back. Dick didn’t even bother to hide his excitement; he was just happy his family was whole once more.

That night, for the first time in forever, the night didn’t feel long and tedious. Or torturous. But neither of you and Bruce could able to sleep in a wink, you and him just hold each other close and greedily craved for each other’s presence. No words exchanged between you and him, however. But you were relieved. You were reunited with your love once more, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[chaos-mybeloved]

S.H.I.E.L.D Business

Hello! I'm now fully on Summer vacation and I forgot how fun it is to write things without an academic purpose so I decided to try something new. I wanted to write my first ever fanfic but then didn't know where to start and this happened instead. I hope someone enjoys it! Its a reader insert, first time writing one of these. Also, I'm black so I had black reader in mind when writing but I didn't really describe anything in detail.

Word count: 1500 (ish)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female agent!reader

Warnings: There's some smut in there, not overly explicit but its there 18+ content

Agent Y/LN is one of SHIELD's best agents

She and her team are SHIELD's elite, even more so than the STRIKE team. She works directly with Fury and Agent Hill

Steve Rogers knows all of this. He's read her mission reports, watched her training footage, he even has every word in her SHIELD file memorized. He's a little obsessed

When Bucky turns up and with that the threat that Hydra might still exist within SHIELD, she is called into work with the Avengers; all of Fury's most trusted agents working together

Steve is more than excited to work with her, he's been dreaming of an opportunity like this since he's heard of her

However, things aren't working out quite in Steve's favour when it turns out that she has taken a liking to Bucky more than Steve. She laughs with him and brings him out of his shell better than even Steve has been able to since his return. Something about kindred spirits.

Steve shuts down a little, sinking into his pit of despair and self-loathing, so much so that he makes a bad call on a mission and nearly gets everyone killed

Y/LN takes over and gets the mission back on track, saving everyone's ass in the process

When they get back to the base she seeks Steve out to ask what has gotten into him. The conversation gets heated and Steve gets angry enough to tell her that she's the problem

She sees that Steve needs the release so she lets him when he reaches out and kisses her. She lets him stick his tongue in her mouth and taste everything she has to give

She lets him run his big, smooth hands from her face, down her neck and over her breasts to finally slip under the tank top she’s wearing. She feels him moan into her mouth and she swallows it down, knowing how bad he needs this. He almost got everyone killed because of how bad he needs this so she lets him

The first touch of skin to skin seems to break some of the restraint he had left because suddenly his hands aren't just exploring anymore, they're demanding. He grips the flesh on her tummy hard enough to bruise and she lets him do it simply flicking her own tongue over the roof of his mouth, giving back just as much as she's getting.

Her hands haven't left the confines of his hair. The golden strands slipping and sliding through her fingers like silk. She's in no rush to move any time soon, content to let Steve rush enough for the both of them. He seems to be in a fever now; his hands are hot and searing as they knead and squeeze every inch of skin they can reach.

When he finally makes his way back to her breasts, his finger immediately finds her nipples and pinch. The little sigh she lets out cracks him open even further. He wrenches his mouth away from hers and trails it down her jaw and neck instead. He bites and sucks and she knows he wants to leave marks, reminders that he was here, that he got to have this if even for a short time. The marks will stay for a while, she knows, and she lets him anyway.

When he starts mumbling incoherently into the junction between her neck and shoulder she knows he's too far gone to think about this anymore. She huffs internally thinking about how he's probably thought about this enough to fill a lifetime. She hopes her reality won't disappoint.

He bunches the material of her top up under her armpits and his mouth moves down to her fully exposed breasts. His sucking and biting continue there now too. His tongue feels just as hot as his hands did as it flicks over a nipple and then the other one as if he can't decide where to place his attention. His hands, however, seem to have an idea of their own. With his mouth now covering where his hands used to be, his hands move down, down, down, until he's teasing at the button of her tac pants.

He hesitates. He doesn't want to stop but somewhere in his desperation-filled brain, he can register that this might be too far. He was moving out of sheer desperation before but he finds that he needs the verbal confirmation that she wants this just as bad. Without removing his mouth, he opens his eyes and looks up into her own. The deep blue of his eyes has been swallowed almost entirely by black. He looks consumed and neither of them are even fully naked yet.

"Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me."

It's the most coherent thing he's said since he kissed her even if he did mumble it around her nipple. She looks down at him fully taking in his trembling fingers poised to strike the moment she says so. She's used to having power, she's even used to people giving up theirs to her but this feels different. This is almost intoxicating, and alarm bells start going off in her head because it feels just a little bit addicting too. It feels as if he stopped right now she might also, not fall apart, but definitely splinter somehow as if something is missing. Something will be missing. Goddamn you, Steve Rogers.

"Go on, soldier," she smirks down at him, "do your worst."

He nearly rips her pants straight down the middle with the force he uses to pry the button open. She chuckles but it quickly turns into a moan when he dives straight for her pussy. His fingers feel a lot bigger down there than they had on her chest. They're nimble though; artist fingers no matter how much of a soldier he is now. He rubs at her eager but slow, sensual. She's about to lose her damn mind.

She can't decide what she wants out of this. She knows his strength, he can give it to her hard and dirty if she asks but the pace he's set now is good. Slow and dirty and rough might be the way to go tonight. They don't really have the time but that all seems irrelevant as he slips one of those long fingers into her.

He's started mumbling nonsense into her skin again. He seems content with the work he's done on her breasts for now. The brown nipples are puffy and shiny with spit. Her entire chest really is covered in Steve's spit. It's a subtle claim but a claim nonetheless.

"What am I allowed to do?"

It takes her a second to register the question; his fingers haven’t stopped their slow attack on her pussy.

"Whatever you want, Captain," her breath rushes out of her as his thumb gently massages her clit. "You're the one who started it and I'm trusting you to finish it."

And finishes he does. She had caught him in an empty board room and so the large desk in the middle of the room will have to do. He removes his hand and her pants and then picks her up without any warning, almost in one complete motion. Before she even realizes what's happening she's on her back with her legs over his shoulders and a face in her pussy eating like it's his last meal.

She lets go after that. She doesn't keep track of her first orgasm of the night, nor the next one, nor the one after that leaves her clenching around the thick length of him. She doesn't keep track of the praises he whispers into her skin like prayers, words she realizes he's been saying the whole time. She doesn't actively process the feeling of his lips back on hers but she thinks she kisses him back. She must because he's moaning again, right into her mouth like the sound is only for her. It is only for her she realizes much, much later. When everything is over, when the heat has cooled between them and those dark blue eyes are no longer peering into her soul, and her body has stopped shaking with leftover pleasure that's when she realizes what just happened between them.

She drags herself off the table and back onto her two feet. It's a lot harder than she thought it would be. She slips back into her pants and top as Steve sits there watching her. She lets him do that too.

"What happens now." Million-dollar question Steve. She looks at him, really, really looks at him. The golden boy sitting at the edge of the desk naked as the day he was born. He's huge. All bulging biceps and tight abs. Tree trunk thighs and hulking frame. With all of that though he's still just a man. His shoulders are pulled up towards his ears, his arms are tucked against his torso, his head is ducked, and he's looking up at her through his golden lashes. He's huge but he seems so small.

She thinks she's going to ruin him. He's going to let her.

[kookiesjoonies]

ripped jeans | jjk.

main pairing: idol!jungkook x girlfriend!reader 

fic type: one shot

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut, pwp

warnings: language, multiple orgasms, hand job, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, dirty talk, groping, spanking, choking, drool play, exhibitionism (public sex), dry humping, thigh riding, hair pulling, mirror sex, unprotected sex (be safe pls)

summary: you’ve been sexually frustrated for days, and when your boyfriend shows up in your favorite jeans you decide that you have to have him. and all of a sudden, a dressing room in the mall sounds like the perfect spot.

A/N: this is basically just.. 5k words of filth, and i’m not the least bit sorry. i’m obsessed with jungkook’s legs/thighs, and obsessed with how they look in ripped jeans. so, this is the result of that lmaoo. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated. xo 

You’d been in a mood all day. Well, for the past three days if you were being honest with yourself. You were sexually frustrated as all fuck, and no amount of masturbating or filthy sex with your boyfriend seemed to make it go away. You’d tried everything to distract yourself, but nothing was working. You’d done numerous loads of laundry, reorganized the kitchen cabinets; twice, and cleaned out your dresser drawers, tossing what couldn’t be saved into the trash and creating a donation pile for what you no longer wore.

You were sitting on the floor folding the clothes that you’d intended to donate, when your phone buzzed and lit up beside of you. You smiled when you saw your boyfriend’s contact name on the screen. You swiped with your thumb to answer the call, resting the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you continued to fold your clothes.

“Hello, handsome.” You answered.

“Hi, gorgeous. What are you up to?” You heard Jungkook munching on something on the other end of the phone.

“‘Not much, just cleaning out our dresser. Which reminds me, do you really need this many pairs of basketball shorts?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I do.”

“When are you coming home?” You questioned, praying that he’d tell you he was on his way.

“Actually, I need to head to the mall and pick up a few things, Jimin’s birthday is tomorrow. I was wondering if you wanted to maybe meet me there? And then we could go out for dinner or something.” He suggested, and you jumped up from the floor.

“Right now?”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m leaving the studio now. I’ll be there in, I don’t know, fifteen minutes? I’ll meet you out front.”

“Okay, babe,” you walked out of your bedroom and down the hallway toward the front door of your house, lifting your keys off of the hook hanging beside of it, “I’m leaving now.”

“See you soon, baby.”

When you’d arrived at the mall, Jungkook was waiting on you outside of the entrance, just like he’d said he would be. You offered him a wide smile when you saw him, and he immediately tilted his neck down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Hey, you.” He grinned, bringing a hand up and reaching it forward to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

He shifted his eyes down from your face to your torso, and then to your legs. He admired the way that your top was almost too tight, hugging every single one of your curves perfectly. He appreciated the small amount of cleavage you were showing more than you’d ever know. And as he took a look at the mini skirt you were wearing, his tongue poked out past his lips as he wet them.

“See something you like?” You teased, and he pulled your body into his, his hips pressed tightly against yours.

“Fuck yes I do.” He shamelessly admitted, his large hands finding their way down to flatten against your ass cheeks before curling his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze.

The way he was looking at you combined with the way his hands felt red hot against your ass had you regretting that you’d decided to not wear any panties. You could feel your lower stomach begin to tighten, wetness already gathering between your legs. And he hadn’t even done much.

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, shifting your gaze to look him over. His hair was disheveled, you assumed from how hard he’d danced at practice. His pupils were dark and blown out, filled with desire as he looked down at you, a smirk prominent and only growing as he saw the way you were checking him out.

He had on a white T-shirt that was now made see through in some areas and sticking to his skin from sweat, the sleeves of the shirt hugging his toned biceps perfectly. And those jeans he was wearing. Those fucking jeans. They were your favorite of his. Various rips in them, two holes at the knee and a few smaller ones surrounding them. They were so tight on him, hugging his muscles beautifully. You almost moaned at the sight. He’d paired all of that with a pair of dark combat boots, and you were sure you were going to lose it. Any minute now, there’d be a line of your arousal trickling down your thigh.

“Babe, you’re staring. And drooling.” He chuckled, reaching his thumb up to wipe the bit of saliva that had collected on the side of your lip.

And when he brought said thumb up to his mouth and flicked his tongue over the bit of drool collected on the tip of it, you were fucking done.

“Come on.” You groaned, grabbing hold of his hand and tugging him through the doors of the mall with you.

The two of you walked swiftly through the building, passing countless amounts of stores before you finally found the one you’d been looking for. The one with the most dressing rooms and most square footage.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Jungkook asked, eyebrow cocked.

You’d stopped walking momentarily, pulling numerous amounts of random items off of the racks and laying them across your arm.

“Getting things to get us into a dressing room.” You responded, picking out one final shirt. You weren’t even aware of what you were grabbing, and you couldn’t have cared less.

“And why are you doing that?” He was playing dumb. Of course he was.

He’d pressed his hips against your ass as you were retrieving the shirt, and you could feel how incredibly hard he was. You almost moaned, but you’d somehow managed to control yourself. Your pussy felt sticky now, and was getting wetter by the second. You chewed on your bottom lip as he pressed his length harder against your ass, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. He placed his hands on your hips, his fingertips pressing into the bits of skin that your top wasn’t covering.

He leaned his head down and slowly dragged his tongue along the shell of your ear, making your whole body quiver.

His grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you back against him, you were so close to him now that you couldn’t fit a thin piece of paper between the two of you. And you were in the middle of a store. In the middle of the mall. People walking around you, shopping and minding their own business. Completely unaware of what was going on between the two of you. To anyone walking by, it would just look like he was whispering in your ear. But the thought of possibly being caught made you feel like you were high, like your entire body was on fire.

“I bet you’re a soaking fucking mess right now, huh?” He whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he took your earlobe between his teeth.

“Y-yeah.” You were too afraid to say anything else, afraid that a moan would slip out and the two of you would be thrown out and banned from the mall. That would be pretty hot though, you thought.

“Let’s get you into that dressing room with all of these clothes then, yeah? I want to clean you up, and then make you a mess again. Over, and over.” He growled lowly in your ear then, and you didn’t need to be told twice.

You didn’t run, despite how badly you’d wanted to. You walked toward the dressing room area with Jungkook at your side, pulling him into the last door at the end of the small hallway once you were there. He swiftly swung the door closed behind the two of you, turning the lock as quickly as he could.

You’d discarded the items of clothing that you’d been holding onto the floor, not caring how rude that was in the slightest. Jungkook was all over you in an instant. He pinned your back against the dressing room mirror, kissing you as if he were a man absolutely starved. His tongue was running through your mouth, twisting and lapping and you were just trying to keep up, and keep quiet. Your hands had found their way into his hair and you had a hold on it so tight that it stung Jungkook’s scalp, just the way that he liked it.

You were soaked now. So soaked that you could feel your inner thighs start to become wet. You knew one thing for sure, whenever he did get his head between your legs, you weren’t going to last long at all. The thought of him going down on you made you moan into his mouth and you pushed his shoulders to make him pull back.

He was panting as he stared at you, eyebrows raised and confusion written all over his face. Before he could speak though, you were undoing the button on your skirt, pushing it down your legs and letting it pool around your feet.

“I’ve got to feel your tongue on me, like, right fucking now. I’m going to lose my mind.” You were all but begging.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had focused his attention on your bare pussy. He sucked in a breath, hissing through his teeth as he realized you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck,” he sighed, bending down to get on his knees in front of you, “no panties? Are you trying to fucking kill me?”

You let out a giggle at his words, your hand finding the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as he inched closer to where you needed him to be most.

“Like what you see?” You teased, and instead of answering you directly, he’d dragged his tongue along your folds.

“Oh—“ you brought your free hand up and over your mouth, quickly remembering that you were in a public place and that you couldn’t be loud. Which only made you want to be louder.

You’d spread your legs a bit wider and Jungkook had taken to lifting one of your legs up and letting it rest over his shoulder. He licked at the wetness that had spread to your thighs, teeth nibbling at the skin there and sucking it between them. Your grip on his hair tightened, and a quiet sigh escaped from your mouth.

After he was finished marking his territory, he flicked his tongue over the bruises that were starting to form, earning a high pitched whimper from you as he did so.

“Kook, I—“ you started, and he pressed his thumb against your clit without warning. You sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, your head falling back against the mirror.

“Shh,” he cooed, “I know, baby. I know.”

He’d swapped out his thumb for his tongue, flicking it over the tiny nub at an agonizingly slow place. Your eyes had rolled into the back of your head, your eyelids falling shut. He had one hand wrapped around your thigh to keep your leg from falling off of his shoulder, using his other hand to tease your entrance.

His index finger circled around the hole, causing you to squirm underneath his touch. He pushed his finger in all the way up to his knuckle and you cried out from the sudden intrusion, probably a little too loud, but you couldn’t be convinced to give a fuck. Your walls clenched around his finger and he chuckled against your clit, sending a vibration through your body that had your thighs already beginning to shake.

“K-kook, if you k-keep this up, I won’t—“ Your sentence was cut short by the addition of his middle finger. He fucked into you quickly and ruthlessly, all at the same time flattening his tongue against your clit and lapping over it at such a fast pace that it made your head start to spin. There was a fire in the pit of your stomach now and you’d had to bring both of your hands up and over your mouth in a poor attempt to keep yourself quiet.

You repeatedly mewled against the palms of your hands, lifting your head off of the mirror to glance down at your boyfriend. He looked so fucking good like this, his entire face was pressed so hard against you, you didn’t know how he was breathing. Seeing him like that, and seeing the way he was moving his fingers in and out of you was almost enough to push you right over the edge. And then when he curled his fingers against that sweet spot deep inside of you, you were done.

Your thighs trembled around his face, your entire body beginning to convulse and you were riding his face now as your orgasm washed over you. The tingling sensation starting in your stomach and reaching all the way down to your feet, causing your toes to curl. You were whispering pants of his name as you came all over his fingers, offering words of praise as you came down from your high. If it weren’t for his grip on your thigh holding you up, you were sure you would have slipped down the mirror and onto the floor.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, flicking his tongue over your clit one last time before pulling his face back. He lowered your leg back down onto the floor slowly, standing back up and towering over you.

“You good?” He asked, tone sincere.

You nodded and offered him a fucked out, “mhm,” in response to his question and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at you. You were finally opening your eyes to look up at him, and when you did you were sure you could cum again just from the sight.

You’d fucked his hair up beyond measure from grabbing onto it so hard, and his lips, nose, and chin were covered in your release. You let out a moan at the sight, and just as you were sure he couldn’t make it any worse, he was quickly proving you wrong.

He brought the fingers that he’d had buried inside of you moments ago up to his lips, wrapping his mouth around them and sucking your arousal off of them. His fingers were shiny when he pulled them back, but they were clean now.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded, and you happily obliged.

He craned his neck downward, so that his mouth was perfectly aimed right above yours. A line of saliva fell from his lips, and you eagerly caught it as it dropped down into your mouth and landed on the tip of your tongue. It tasted heavily of your release, all mixed with the taste of him. You swallowed and gulped it down your throat, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out to show him that you’d done so.

“Good girl.” He praised, his hands quickly finding your hips and you jumped up from the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You wasted no time attacking his mouth with your own, arms moving to link around his neck and fingers finding their way to the ends of his hair. He returned your kiss with nothing but enthusiasm, pulling your lower lip between his top and bottom teeth before biting down on it so hard you were sure he’d make you bleed.

He was moving backwards now, stopping when the backs of his knees hit the bench that was attached to the wall of the dressing room. He sat down with you straddling his lap, his hands placed on your bare ass now. You moaned at the feeling, which seemed to only spur him on because he lifted one hand off of your cheek, only to forcefully slap back down onto it, causing you to let out a small shriek against his lips. His tongue was pushing into your mouth now, not bothering to wait for you to give him an invitation. The same hand he’d just slapped your bottom with, was now being used to grip a chunk of the flesh. His nails dug into your skin mercilessly, and you hissed at the feeling.

You gave a quick roll of your hips, your naked clit coming in contact with the hardened bulge in his jeans. You both moaned at the feeling, Jungkook’s head shooting back and slamming against the wall. You quickly took to peppering his neck with kisses, licking over the sections that you knew would get a reaction from him. Every time your tongue poked out, his hips rose up, turning you into a whimpering mess. You matched each thrust of his hips with one of your own and the friction was slowly becoming too much, and you were sure you were going to cum again.

He’d moved his hands from your ass to the front of his jeans, undoing his belt as quickly as his hands would allow. He’d pulled his zipper down and tapped your thigh.

“Stand up for just a second babe, let me get these off. I’ve got to get inside of you before I blow it in my pants.” He was out of breath, his voice completely fucked out already and you hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet.

The thought of him removing those fucking beautiful jeans made you whine, but you perked up as an idea entered into your head.

“Wait, I want to try something.” You said, standing up and he’d started to push the jeans down.

You quickly brought your hands down to halt his, stopping him before he could get them any lower.

“Babe, what are you doing? These kind of have to be off for me to fuck you.” He groaned, looking up at your face and eyeing you curiously.

“I know, and I want you to fuck me, just.. let me do something first.” You chewed on your lip, going to straddle him again. Except this time, your legs were on either side of one of his thighs and Jungkook was confused, cocking an eyebrow at you.

Before he could ask you what you were doing for the second time, you decided just showing him would be a good enough answer. You braced yourself on his thigh, gripping your hands onto his shoulders and pressing your fingertips into the fabric of his shirt, attempting to keep yourself as steady as possible. You pushed your hips down, rolling them slowly at first as if to test the waters. But when your sensitive clit came in contact with the rough fabric of his jeans, you had to bite down on the crook of Jungkook’s neck to keep yourself from screaming.

He quickly caught on and rested his hands on your hips, keeping your body braced up and on his thigh.

“Go ahead baby, ride my thigh. Make a mess all over these jeans.” He encouraged you, and you ground your hips down again.

You seemed to hit your clit perfectly every time, causing you to whine against his neck. It felt so good that your eyes were starting to water, if you would’ve known this was going to make you feel this fucking amazing, you’d have tried this a long time ago.

Jungkook was losing it, watching you move against his legs, listening to the sounds coming out of your mouth. He couldn’t handle the restriction of his jeans anymore, he had to feel something, any kind of friction. But you were enjoying this so much that he didn’t want to get in the way of that, and he loved having you riding his thigh like this. It suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t know if you’d ever looked this hot before.

He moved one hand off of your hips, bringing it over to push his boxers down instead. You lifted your head off of his neck to watch him, the pace of your hips beginning to speed up at the sight of his dripping cock now in front of you.

He wrapped his hand around his shaft, slowly pumping up and down. He didn’t want to do too much, he wanted to save his orgasm for you, spill his load inside of you and watch it drip out onto the dressing room floor.

“Let me,” you were out of breath, the speed of your hips never slowing down as you swatted his hand out of the way.

He happily let you take control, moving his hand back to its previous place on your hips. He helped you move, admiring the way your pupils were now blown out, your eyes hooded.

You leaned your face over his cock, letting a line of saliva drip down and onto the tip. You brought your hand up to mix your spit with the precum that was leaking, dragging the mixture down his length and quickening the pace of your hand.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he watched the way your hand moved up and down his cock, let out a groan that you were sure was too loud when you swiped your thumb over the head. The speed of your hand matched the rhythm of your hips now, and you were so close to losing it. You were moving erratically now, and Jungkook was doing everything he could to keep you lined up with his leg.

He brought a hand up to press his thumb and index finger on either side of your chin, causing you to look directly at him as the two of you made eye contact. Your mouth was hanging open, quiet moans and whines escaping as you neared your second orgasm for the day. Meanwhile, Jungkook was trying his absolute fucking hardest to keep himself composed so he wouldn’t cum all over your hand.

“You’re doing so good, sweet girl. So fucking hot, riding my thigh like this, and so fucking dirty too.” Praising you during sex was always one of his favorite things, and you ate that shit up like candy. You were convinced you’d never be able to get enough of it.

“Go ahead, babygirl. Cum all over me.” You didn’t know if it was the feeling of him slightly lifting his thigh to press against your clit that sent you over the edge, or his words. Probably a mixture of both, if you were being honest.

Your hand on his dick had come to a stop, and Jungkook groaned in protest. But you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than your orgasm taking over your entire body. You felt this one from head to toe, your body tingling all over.

“Kook, I— fuck—, Jungkook!” You shrieked, and he quickly brought a hand to press over your lips in an attempt to remind you to be quiet. You were looking at him with desperation, moaning in quick, repetitive spurts against his hand as you came all over his thigh. You’d created a giant wet spot on his jeans, but neither of you could be bothered to give a single fuck.

He was lifting you off of his leg in an instant, standing up to push his jeans down and around his ankles, his boxers following suit. His hands were on your waist as he backed you up toward the mirror, quickly turning your body around so that you could see your reflection. He was behind you, pressing his swollen length against you as he brought his hand around to your front.

“Look at you, baby,” he pointed at your reflection, his hand finding its way up your shirt and underneath your bra. He pinched your nipple in between his index and middle fingers, causing you to let out a small yelp at the sting.

“Bringing me into a dressing room just so you could get fucked, so needy. So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” His lips were beside of your ear now, and you nodded your head.

That response wasn’t what he wanted, and he was quick to let you know that by roughly slapping a hand against your asscheek. You cried out at the feeling, which only resulted in him doing the same thing over again. And again. You were sure that his handprint was going to be embedded onto your ass permanently when this was over.

“Words.” His voice was stern, and you gulped back a moan.

“So desperate for you,” you were breathless, “I need you, Kookie. Fuck me, please, please, please.”

You were shamelessly pleading, and he was living for it. He moved his hand down from your breast down to your lower stomach, pressing a hand against your back to push you to bend over. You braced your hands against the mirror in front of you, and he roughly grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging your head back.

“Princess always gets what she wants, yeah?” He teased, grabbing onto his cock to line the tip of it up with your entrance. You moaned at the feeling, and when he finally pushed his hips forward and buried his dick balls deep inside of you, you’d lost all sense of volume control. You cried out a moan, and he was quick to react to that. He cut your moan off halfway through it by bringing a hand up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides of it and pressing his fingertips into the skin of your neck.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Remember? We’re in public, you need to behave.” He tugged violently on your hair, and you could taste blood from how hard you had to bite down on your lip to keep yourself quiet.

You could see him smirking in the mirror, and right now, you wanted to smack the look off of his face. Before you could even process that thought completely, he was pulling out of you before pounding quickly back into you.

Every time you tried to moan, the grip that he had on your throat just got tighter. You could feel his nails beginning to imprint crescents into your skin. And you were fucking loving it.

He was setting a pace now, and a brutal one at that. You hoped that the speakers playing music overhead would be enough to drown out the sound of his balls slapping against your skin. You pushed your hips back against his, trying to somehow get more of him, as if you weren’t already filled to the brim. You were always so fucking greedy when it came to him.

When he felt you push back, he released a long, drawn out groan. He removed the hand that he had in your hair, making forceful contact with your ass. He spanked you several times in a row, your skin absolutely stinging now, and although you couldn’t see it, you knew that it was blood red.

“So goddamn good, fucking shit—“ His voice was ragged, and by the stutter of his hips you could tell he was nearing the edge.

He angled his hips in a way that touched that delightful spot inside of you, causing you to bring your hands off of the mirror and instead holding onto his arm that he had wrapped around your throat. You were just trying to stay standing now, your knees beginning to buckle underneath you.

“Kook!” you screamed, “Right there, holy fuck right there!”

He hit the same spot over and over again, which had you quickly seeing stars. Your vision was black and you couldn’t see anything in front of you. Your eyes forcefully rolled back and he gave a hard thrust against that glorious spot, all the while tightening his hand around your throat.

Your walls clenched around his cock, causing him to let out a moan of his own, spurring him on to speed his hips up as he chased his own release. You were cumming for the third time that day, gushing around his length and crying out his name as quietly as you could as you did so. And he wasn’t far behind you.

“Fuck!” He groaned, moving both of his hands down and onto your hips to hold your body as close to his as he possibly could. His orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks, and his warm release coated your walls. The feeling had you both moaning each other’s names. He gave a few more thrusts as he fucked out his high, causing you to whine from the sensitivity.

He slowly pulled out of you, his dick beginning to soften and you pouted at the loss of fullness. He caught your pout in the mirror, chuckling at your actions. He turned you around to face him, using his index finger to lift your chin up so that your eyes were locked onto his.

“I love you, Y/n.” His voice was soft, and it always amazed you how quickly he was able to go from brutally fucking you to making your heart melt.

You stared up at him adoringly, resting the palms of your hands against his cheeks as you responded, “And I love you, Jungkook.”

A knock on the door had both of your bodies tensing up, a look of horror taking over your faces.

“Just making sure everything’s alright,” a woman said, “you’ve been in there for some time now.”

Jungkook started to laugh, and you quickly put a hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Yes! Thank you, I’m good! On my way out, actually.” You yelled, hoping that would be enough to satisfy the woman and make her go away.

She just said okay, and told you to let her know if you needed any assistance.

“I think I’ve given you all of the assistance you need, wouldn’t you say?” Jungkook’s voice was cocky, and could still hear the woman’s footsteps walking away from where the two of you were.

You shushed him, your eyes growing wide. He let out a quiet chuckle and pressed his lips to yours to give you a quick peck before leaning down to retrieve your skirt, helping you to step into it. He tugged it up your legs and back onto its appropriate spot on your hips. He used his fingers to snap the button shut, smoothing the wrinkles out of it with his hand.

He straightened your shirt up as well, removing as many wrinkles as he could before he patted your hair down, trying to get it to look at least somewhat similar to how it did before he had it wrapped around his hand.

You couldn’t help but to crack a smile at his tenderness. His neck and ears began to blush as he noticed you staring at him. He took a step back from you, bending down to bring his boxers back up and over his dick.

“What?” He questioned, pulling his jeans up and over his legs soon after.

“Nothing, I just think you’re perfect.” Your smile didn’t fall, only grew wider as the blush on his skin grew deeper.

He mumbled a quiet thank you, and you wondered how he managed to be so shy, yet so fucking dirty all at the same time. You still weren’t convinced that he was a real person.

“Aw, man.” He sulked, taking a look at the giant wet spot on his thigh.

“I believe your exact words were, ‘make a mess all over these jeans’.” You pointed out, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but that was in the heat of the moment. Now there’s a giant cum stain all over my favorite pair of pants.” He pouted.

You walked over to him and ran your hand over the wet fabric, the corner of your lips pulling up and into a sly smirk, “The first of many, baby. The first of many.”

© kookiesjoonies 2020.

*do NOT reupload/repost on any site, translate without my permission, or claim as your own.

[fanficbitch]

Aaron Hotchner // Disagreement

Aaron sighs. “You want some coffee?” he whispers in my ear.

“No thanks,” I say, but give his hand a squeeze before he gets up from the table. Given the fact that I have been up for 72 hours straight, I probably should have taken him up on that coffee. But I still have jitters from my last cup which was only an hour ago. 

The whole team sits at the conference room table in the BAU except for Reid who stands at the dry erase board. We have been busting our butts for the last three days trying to figure out where our unsub is hiding. I guess he isn’t really an unsub anymore because we know exactly who it is, Roger Hibbert. He has been kidnapping and killing women that are white, in their thirties with dark hair. No one has directly mentioned it, but that description fits me exactly. Because of that, I have been stuck at the BAU for the last three days while everyone else has gone to look for him.

We discovered who the unsub was because there was video footage of him in an alley kidnapping the latest victim, Kate Wheeler. We know he’s hiding somewhere in the city limits based on his drop sites and pick up locations. 

I sigh then rub the tiredness out of my eyes. There are at least a dozen files out on the table. I just finished looking over one with all the latest pictures of Hibbert. I grab a new one at random and see that it is a list of his belongings. He owns a house in east DC, but we’ve already searched the place and there’s no way he’s there. There are a few things listed on the page, car, motorcycle, the stuff we already knew about. But in back of the file is a page that he recently submitted to the Bank of DC. It’s for a small office space in a bad part of town.

Aaron sits down next to me with his steaming cup of coffee. “Find anything?” he asks me.

“I might have,” I say quietly. “Guys, did you see this office space application that was recently submitted?” I ask everyone.

I pass the file around so everyone can look at it. “Yeah, I remember it,” Morgan says. “We didn’t feel like it was worth checking out because the application was never approved.”

“He could still have access to the space,” I suggest and Morgan shrugs. 

“How?” Rossi asks.

“Maybe the application process was taking so long that the owner and Hibbert just did their work under the table,” I say and half of the team nods. Unfortunately, my boyfriend does not seem to agree. 

“That seems highly unlikely,” Aaron says. “We have no evidence that the owner and Hibbert even knew each other.”

“But that’s because we haven’t even looked into him,” I say as I stand up. “This has to be where he is keeping the victims!”

“Y/L/N, we can’t be jumping to conclusions,” Aaron says. “After all, this is an office building with multiple tenants. Someone would have had to notice.”

I look back at the file and see what I wanted to confirm; the space he rented was in the basement of the office building. “Look,” I say then throw the file at Aaron. “His space is in the basement. The people above him might not have any idea what he’s doing!”

Aaron considers all the information in front of him. But eventually he shakes his head. “No, we can’t raid an office space with at least a hundred people in it. Civilians could get hurt.”

“But this is the best lead we’ve had this whole case! We have to at least-,” I try to say, but Aaron interrupts me.

“I said no,” he says sternly. “I am not risking our lives and the lives of others for this weak of a lead.”

I ball my hands up into fists and let out an even sigh. “Hotch, can I talk to you in your office?”

He gets up as an answer and lets me follow him to his office. Once the door latches shut, I turn to Aaron. “How could you say no to this? It is the only chance to save Kate Wheeler’s life!”

Aaron scoffs. “That is not true. This “lead” you have come up with is weak and lacks evidence.”

“What’s the harm in going to check it out?” I ask.

“Civilians could get hurt in the process. It’s not worth the risk,” Aaron says. “Plus these things take time. We can’t just storm in there. I’ll look into the owner and see if he has a relation to Hibbert.”

“By the time you get that information it’ll be too late to save her!” I shout.

Aaron’s mouth tightens and he steps closer to me so we’re nose to nose. “I said no. You are not allowed to look into this lead and you are forbidden from going to that office space.”

“Forbidden?” I scoff then take a step back. “You aren’t in charge of me,” I say then head to the door.

“As your unit chief I am. And if you go to that office space, I will be forced to punish you for disobeying orders.”

“Oh yeah, like you’d hate that.”

“Y/N!” Aaron yells before I can open the door. “You don’t get special treatment because we are together.”

“I’m not asking for special treatment,” I say. “I’m asking to be treated as a capable agent, not some possible victim.”

With that, I storm out of his office and out of the BAU with one destination on my mind: Hibbert’s office space.

                                                        **********

I parked at least a mile away from Hibbert’s office building, but I have finally reached the place. I don’t know exactly what my plan is. I didn’t really think this far ahead. Usually when I am doing a raid, I have a team behind me. I couldn’t drag anyone else into this. Aaron already said I would be getting in trouble, I didn’t want anyone else getting in trouble because of me. 

I reach the back door of the building and give it a pull and to my surprise, it opens. I am at a staircase which I decide to go down. I hold my gun up as I go down the steps. I reach the basement and see an empty hallway. I go to the right, still holding up my gun. Each doorway I pass is empty. 

Suddenly, I get a chill. Maybe this was a bad idea. I lower my gun and put it back in my holster. As I turn to go back to the steps, I briefly see a man, but then I see darkness.

                                                          **********

I wake up on a cold, hard surface. My eyes slowly open and I see a very open room with another woman sitting across the room from me. I squeeze my eyes as I try to get a better look at her and I think it’s Kate Wheeler, but I can’t be sure. 

I try to focus on sitting up, but my head is pounding so hard that I can’t think straight. My hands are tied behind my back and my gun is missing. I know I should focus on staying awake, but I know Aaron is going to be so mad at me over this.

As I squirm to sit up, someone from behind me yanks me up by my hair which just worsens my headache. The person moved in front of me while still holding my hair and I recognize him as the unsub.

Things are blurry, but I can see that he’s holding my badge. “I expected better from the FBI,” he says then drops my head so it slams on the ground. “I know you didn’t plan on me getting the best of you, but I’m better than I look.”

“Someone will come for me,” I whisper. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he shrugs. “I can work fast and you’re just my type. But I assume you already knew that. I’ll finish her and then I’ll be right with you,” he says with a wink. Hibbert turns and walks towards Kate.

“No!” I croak, but he doesn’t even look at me. He holds a knife to her throat and I squeeze my eyes shut. Suddenly, I hear a loud commotion and open my eyes again. Hibbert is still holding a knife to Kate’s neck, but my team busted into the room and are pointing their guns at him. 

“If I were you, I’d put that knife down,” Morgan says calmly. 

“I don’t think so. I have the upper hand here,” Hibbert says.

“Don’t make me show you that’s not true,” Morgan says. “Now put the knife down.”

Hibbert makes the slightest move, an attempt to cut Kate’s neck, but Morgan puts a bullet right through his head. I sigh. It’s finally over.

My boyfriend rushes over to me while everyone else rushes to Kate. “Y/N, Y/N, stay with me,” he says and cradles my head. “We need a medic!” he yells.

“Aaron?” I ask to confirm it’s him. 

“Yeah baby, I’m right here,” he says. And that is the last thing I remember because everything goes dark again.

                                                         **********

A soft beeping sound wakes me up. I open my eyes slowly to see that I’m in a hospital room. My head is still pounding, but I lift it up enough to look around the room. I see Aaron sitting in a chair next to my bed, scrolling through his phone. “Aaron,” I murmur. His head shoots up and he looks at me. He scoots his chair closer to my bed and he takes my hand. “What happened?”

“Well, we got Hibbert and Kate Wheeler is doing fine. I got to you and you passed out almost immediately,” he says.

“Aaron,” I say softly. “I’m sorry for-,”

“I know you’re not really sorry,” he says and he’s right. I’m not sorry for disobeying his orders, but I guess I am sorry for my execution. “I should’ve followed you. I knew better.”

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” I say.

“But I’m going to. I’m not leaving your side until you are 100% again,” he says.

I give him a small smile. “Are you still going to have to punish me?” I ask.

“We don’t have to talk about that now,” he says. “I just want you to get better.” 

I give him another smile. “You’re too good for me,” I tell him.

“I was going to say the same thing,” he says. Aaron gets up from the chair and places a soft kiss to my lips. He sits back down and gives my hand a kiss as well. This job may sometimes come between us, but nothing could suppress the love I have for this man. 

[whitexwingedxdoves]

Scream            part 3

Part Three: Host Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Swearing, fighting. Summary: With the fear that Scream is still inside you, you confine in Bucky. A/N: Im so glad people are enjoying this as much as I am. Let me know if you would like to be tagged when Part 4 is out.  Master list of chapters

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You tried to brush it off climbed into the bed and under the sheets, attempting to get lost in the feeling of the silk on your skin and just when you thought you were drifting off. You cant get rid of me that easy.

The next morning you found yourself in the kitchen sat at a rather large table, poking at the bowl of chopped fruit in front of you. You thoughts were else where and despite the growl of your stomach you couldn’t stop thinking about her voice. All night you felt like you were talking to yourself trying to get her to speak again, so you knew you weren’t going crazy but she never responded. You couldn’t shake the fear that she might still be inside you some how. Laying down your spoon you ran your fingers through your hair attempting to come back to reality. That’s when Peter walked into the room, you sent him a small warm smile and sat back in your chair watching him for a moment. He sent you a smile back but he seemed a little scared of you, his reaction caused you to sigh and look away from the boy. That look alone made you feel like a monster.

“I never got the chance to say thank you for saving my life” attempting to break the tension, the froze for a moment holding an apple in his hand. He just nodded, thinking about his next move. He eventually decided to sit beside you at the table, nervously playing with the fruit he held. “What’s on your mind kid?” you questioned, carefully watching his actions. “She... Scream – she said that we were the same...” his words barely surpassing a whisper, he hung his head down a little trying to make sense of the words. “I mean, she could shoot webs...” he added clearly lost in thought. “Don’t let her do that to you, don’t let her get in your head, Peter.” Resting your hand on his arm to reassure him, you gave him another warm smile. “Trust me, you’re nothing like her. Regardless of what she can and cant do.” He responded with a nod, his smile seemed genuine but not convinced. Pulling your hand away from him to pick up your fork again, you started stabbing at the fruits in the bowl. You heard Peter push away from the table and walk towards the door. You assume he had left but you could sense someone. You looked up at the doorway for a moment at first no one appeared, so you shoved the fork full of fruits finally into your mouth keeping your eyes on the doorway. It wasn’t long until Bucky strolled into the kitchen.

He didn’t say anything at first, he just made his way to the cabinet and pulled out a glass before turning to the skin to get a glass of water. You swallowed your mouthful, your hand covering your mouth attempting to be lady like. Once he had finished gulping down the water, he nodded your way “Hey” he spoke simply yet it still managed to send butterflies into your stomach. “Hey” you smiled back at the man, your eyes wandered away like you were thinking of something. Bucky noticed your expression to soften almost instantly, which only caused his brow to cock. “What’s up” he asked leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. You just looked up at him and scrunched your face a little, deciding if he was trust worthy enough to tell about last nights episode. “Erm – Last night when I was falling asleep” You started, taking a few moments you chewed on your thumb before you continued. “I could have sworn she spoke to me again” you admitted, fear striking your face as the words left you mouth. He just shook his head before making his way over to you, taking the spot that Peter previously sat in. “No, no! You just had a long day. Pretty traumatic day actually. I’m sure it was just your mind playing tricks on you” As he attempted to reassure you, you mimicked Peter’s unsure nod as you looked up into his eyes. “Hey, I have nothing planned for today. I’ll stay close by, just incase” he added, giving you his best reassuring smile. “Thank you” you whispered back at him, almost feeling guilty for making him babysit you for the day but the guilt wasn’t anywhere as heavy as the fear.

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As the sun started to disappear behind the hills, you found yourself in the communal area, tucked into a blanket reading one of your favourite books that you managed to find in the 1000’s of bookshelves jotted around the place. You snuggled into the corner of the sofa, engrossed in the words on the pages. Bucky had kept to his promise, he barley left your side all day, in fact the only time you were ever alone was when you went to the bathroom. He sat close by to you but not too close, he thought you looked far too comfy and didn’t want to ruin it. Peering down at the pages you were reading, keen to know what had you so engrossed. You looked up at him, though now his eyes were glued to the page, it made you laugh slightly which broke his attention. “You like Fight Club?” you asked, a smirk still plastered across your lips. “Never heard of it.” The words made your jaw drop, How had he never heard of Fight Club, hell everyone had seen the movie right? “What?” he added, noting your expression. “How... It’s Fight Club, I get not reading the book but the movie?” he just shook his head at your words as he laid back into the sofa a little more, his arms resting on the head rest. “You mean to tell me you’ve never had to question your sexuality watching Brad Pitt wear crop tops?” He just laughed in your direction, the comment clearly tickled him a little more than he had planned. “Oh we are so watching Fight Club, what the hell!” clearly excited by the idea, you shut your book and placed it down next to you.

As you and Bucky shared a laugh at your over enthusiasm over Brad Pitt’s navel, the voice came back. Oh how cute, like young love. Instantly you stopped laughing replacing your smile with confusion. Oh just stop teasing yourself, just kiss him already. The voice laughed. Bucky picked up on the quick mood change and sat up in his chair, his hands reaching to hold your arm to calm you but you turned your head towards the doorway suspecting someone was coming and like clock work, Steve turned the corner. It was starting to creep you out now but you chose not to mention it. He looked like he had some news to share which meant the voice in your head would have to wait. “I hope I’m not interrupting something” Steve teased, cocking his eyebrow up at Bucky who responded with a sarcastic smile before his eyes wandered back to you, scanning you to make sure you was okay. “So just as we were about to leave, for Carlton Drake. The news informed us that one of his rockets blew up as it was taking off – When we looked deeper at the footage... It looked like he was on there” he paused, insinuating that he had met his end... but in a freak accident, it didn’t seem likely. “We did more digging, turns out Scream wasn’t the only Klyntar he was holding onto. We don’t know how many but...” Venom. You looked around confused for a moment, you could feel rage bubble up inside you but it wasn’t yours. The pain and confusion seemed far too much for you as your eyes welled up slightly. Every other time she made an appearance you could feel how infectious her confidence was but not this time, this time she felt completely different... she felt scared.

You looked up at Steve as he seemed to still be talking “Venom” you’re words interrupting his. The men looked at you confused for a moment before you looked back at Bucky. “She’s still there.” You whispered, despite knowing full well Steve could hear you. “I don’t know what it means but, she seems scared... maybe that’s one of them.” You shook your head slightly, attempting to help the situation as much as you could. “Captain, James... Mr Stark needs your assistance in the lobby, he says its of the urgent kind” FRIDAY broke up the awkward silence in the room and just like that all three of you made your way towards the lobby as fast as your legs could possibly take you.

-

As you bust through the door to the lobby with the two super soldiers you saw Nat, Tony, Sam and Wanda all facing a rather large being. He looked exactly like Scream only he was practically monochrome. You froze in fear as the other two raced in front of you, you wanted to move but you just couldn’t. No! She screamed, causing you to grip each side of your head and wince in pain. “He’s after Scream” Tony shouted towards the men, attempting to fill them in as quickly as possible before things turned sour. “He doesn’t believe that we got rid of her”

The large figure laughed at the billionaires words. “You think it’s that easy?” He mocked, slowly inching closer. “You think your tiny human brains can comprehend the science behind extracting a Klyntar from their host?” He pushed past Tony with ease as he made his way over to you. Your body felt like ice, your eyes welling up. Suddenly your back bent as you screamed out in pain, to everyone else you looked almost possessed. Your body slowly shifting, revealing the very thing that he had come for. Scream panted for a while but every breath sounded like a growl. “There she is” he laughed his rather large hands wrapping around her wrist. “No!” she screamed using all the energy she had to pull away from him. “You left me” her voice though already distorted started to crack. “You left me, alone. YOU LEFT ME WITH HIM” she screamed in his face, his only reaction was to laugh. “You’ve always been one for the dramatics haven’t you” he mocked pulling on her wrist. She fought as hard as she could but she was weak, she had yet to master her full hold on you but you had a feeling her weakness wasn’t the lack of bonding, no it was him. It was Venom. You need to stop him. You cried out to her, attempting to relate to her in some way.

That’s when she whipped her hair into action, wrapping around his neck she kept squeezing but it wasn’t enough, a talon formed from his body and struck her across the face. The avengers stood and watched, not know exactly who to help in this situation or if to help at all but Bucky grew more and more worried as he watched that large dark figure overpower Scream. “We have to help her” He whispered to Steve, Steve peered over his shoulder at his friend with a look of regret. “It’s not our fight, Buck” he replied simply but Bucky didn’t take no for an answer. “How is it not our fight, Y/N is there... not just Scream. If Scream dies who’s to say she doesn’t die too!” his words were fumbling over each other but Steve nodded, finally defeated with the truth of the situation.

Though it wasn’t your physical being that was beaten, you felt every punch. You could feel her getting weaker and weaker but she still stood her ground, fighting back with everything she could... well until she couldn’t. As Venom’s fist came hammering down towards her face, she allowed herself to take the back seat, giving you the control again but before you couldn’t even understand what was happening, your face met with black, completely knocking you unconscious.

When you finally woke up, you found yourself in what you could only presume was a cell. Though it wasn’t bars and a metal bed, no. It looked comfortable and the walls almost seemed invisible if it wasn’t for the blue hue. What the hell happened.

[superworldunkown]

You’re My All Might

An: Daddy Bakugou x Kiara is back! I needed it after looking at that potential manga cover, ooof!!

Summary: Kiara is sick and Bakugou ain’t having it, someone get me All Might!!

Kiara was home sick. Her normally glowing brown skin that matched the beauty of her mothers was a greenish hue, and just like her father when he was under the weather, Kiara wasn’t happy about any of it. 

“I wanna go to pweschool mommy.” 

“You can’t baby,” You hushed while taking a tissue to your daughters dripping nose, “You don’t want to get all your friends sick do you? Besides, you get to spend the day with Daddy, how fun!” 

“Daddy’s cranky!”

“Hah? And what are you! Damn brat.” 

“Katsuki!” 

“What!” He huffed while stuffing a piece of pancake into his mouth, “My only damn day off in weeks and you gotta go to work and Kiara’s sick as shit...” He grumbled something neither you or your daughter could understand while shoving more food in to his mouth. 

You creeped up to your husband, placing gentle kisses on his cheek, “Please be good with her today. Maybe when I get home I’ll,” You whispered the rest into his ear, still delighted that after all the years you two were together you could still make your hotheaded husband blush like he did back when you were teenagers.

“Fine.” He grumbled while placing a peck onto your lips, “I get to pick the outfit though.” 

“Deal.” You smile sweetly before walking over to your daughter and kissing her on the head. “Be good, Kiara. Don’t put Daddy through too much trouble today.” 

You gave both of them one final rundown of Kiara’s medicine schedule, the dos and don’ts of the day, and a small chore list (much to Bakugou’s disliking) before you were out the door and off to work. Bakugou let out an annoyed sigh, staring at his daughter who was currently glaring daggers' in his direction. What happened to his sweet little three year old that was obssessed with him? Who the hell was this sick little monster in front of him? 

Trying to appease his daughter he said, “Let’s eat breakfast in front of the TV.” 

Kiara let out a growl of approval. 

Setting his daughter down in the living room he brought her her breakfast and rested on the couch while she ate against the coffee table. 

“Not hungry.” She groaned while pushing her plate across the wooden table and dramatically throwing her head back to stare at her father. 

Bakugou let out an equally irritated groan while flipping through the channels, “You need to eat Kiara. You aren’t going to get better if you don’t eat your breakfast.” Was that true? He didn’t care. Maybe if she ate something she would be less of a pain. He loved his daughter, there as no question to that. But damn, she was really started to pick up on the bratty attitude he had as a kid. Maybe he should write an apology letter to his parents in hope to reset his karma before his daughter became a teenager.

Teenager?! He shuttered at the thought.

“I want Ice Cream Daddy.”

“Tch, thought you weren’t hungry.”

“Pleaseeee. I’m sicky.” 

Bakugou smirked, “That shit may work with your mother but not with you, kid.” 

Kiara let out another whine of disapproval. This one with the caliber to really do a number on Bakugou’s ear drums. Before he could respond his eyes snapped to the attention of the television. A familiar, jovial theme song of a former hero coming from the speaker.

“Don’t forget, this weekend is the All Night All Might Movie marathon, where we will be celebrating the former symbol of peace on the tenth anniversary of his retirement! Tune in at 8:00pm with all the details....”

“Daddy, whose-whose...All Might?”

Whose All Might?

Whose All Might?!

What the hell...

Bakugou turned to look at his daughter who seemed absolutely capivated with the former hero on the TV screen. Her face, despite the sickness coming from puffy cheeks and nose was glowing in awe as the highlight real of the hero’s glory days played on the screen. It was almost nostalgic; a mirror image of himself as a kid taking in the greatness that was his favorite (and still favorite) hero.

Her face dropped when the segment switched back to the regurly schedled boring programing.

“You wanna know who All Might is?” He asked. His daughter turned to him with a smile and a ferocious nod of her head. 

Sitting upright from the couch he eyed his daughter, “Finish your breakfast. I’ll be back.”

He returned a few moments later with a box labeled, ‘Katsuki, keep the hell out!’ in bold marker. Kiara scooched over towards her father as he opened the box and pulled out a variety of All Might merchandise from his childhood. A blanket, a few action figures, and most importantly, DVDs. Taking one of silver disks he placed it in the device next to the television before settling back down on the couch. Kiara let out a high pitched squeal of delight as the all mighty All Might appeared on screen, flashing is smile and laugh as if he was speaking directly to her.

Kiara clutched the All Might action figured she now claimed as her own as she and her father watched the footage of All Mights most heroic rescues. 

“Did you see that Daddy! He saved them!” Kiara pointed to the screen of a daring rescue while looking at her father.

“Mhmm, I see it.” He mused, trying to play down the stirring emotions of how absoltely thrilled his daughter was watching his idol while clutching the same action figure he held so closely as a child.

As the video ended Kiara looked back at her father, “Is there more Daddy?”

“Tch, is there more? He was the Symbol of peace for decades.” Noticing the confused face of his daughter he simply answered, “Yeah, Kid. There’s a lot more.”

Switching out the DVDs he scooped up his daughter and placed her on his lap while the two of them spent the morning watching the old videos. Kiara was enamored to say the least.

Bakugou decided to hold back on sharing that he knew All Might personally and was a mentor of his during his U.A years. He feared the small child would implode at the news her new favorite (second to him, of course) hero was her fathers mentor. 

It was a fun time reliving his favorite memories with his daughter. However, when the video switched to All Mights final battle as a hero, the battle in Kamino, his body began to sink further in the couch. 

“Daddy! Daddy! That looks like you!” 

Bakugou didn’t even notice he was on the screen. He only appeared for a brief moment, blasting The League of Villains before the camera switched to All Might’s arrival. 

The memories flooded back with a heaviness Bakugou was not prepared to wade through on his day off of all days. His breath hitched slightly, as he watched the flame of One For All slowly diminish in his mentor’s body with each passing hit and blow to that damn Boss Villain All For One. 

“Daddy?” Kiara’s voice was soft, but strong enough to shake Bakugou out of the darkness of his mind, “Why are you sad?”

He hadn’t realized he was on the verge of tears until his daughter pointed it out. Making a stern face he reassured her, “I’m fine, kid. I’m just,” He didn’t know how to formulate it, nor did he know why he was telling his three year old daughter who was entirely too young to understand feelings like shame, guilt, and mourning, “He was a damn good hero, Kiara...He always won, he always saved everyone. I’m just...sad he’s not here anymore.” 

Kiara looked deeply into her father’s sad eyes. Her own young mind attempting to put the pieces together in a way that she could articulate and understand, “But, you save Daddy. You win too.”

He looked up at her, tears still welling at the corner of his eyes as she continued. His little girl gave an enormously big smile, the smile she got from her damn mother. The one that swelled his heart so big he felt it was going to rip out of his chest in the most amazing of ways, “Daddy, you’re just like All Might,

You’re my All Might.”

Fuck. 

His tears now fell freely from his red eyes. And he was positive his heart had moved up to the top of his throat. Pressing his daughter into a tight hug he rested his head on the top of her curly blonde hair. 

“Fuck.” He breathed, still choking slightly on his words, “How the fuck did I get such a kind, kick ass kid like you baby?”

“Because Mommy.” Kiara answered simply, causing Bakugou to let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, I guess that’s right.” 

He held his daughter for some time, not bothering to change the video as the credits rolled. Eventually he let his daughter loose enough to allow her to poke her head up from his chest.

“Still want that ice cream?” He asked while tenderly poking at her dribbling nose. 

Her red eyes lit up again. Deciding to press her luck she asked, “Can I get two scoops?” 

He smirked, “Sure kid. Whatever you want.” 

“And, and...can I get the Deku Mint chocolate chip-”

“Don’t push it.”

[noonachronicles]

The End of the F**king World Pt. 6

Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings: Aggressive fluff. Copious amounts of affection. 

Genre: Apocalyptic/Alien Invasion AU. Two idiot lovers.

A/N: My apologies to anyone that was waiting. Sorry for disappearing and taking so long on an update! I can’t believe this is almost sort of done?? I feel like there’s still a lot that happens but there should only be like 2-3 more parts. We’ll see I guess!   

On the third consecutive morning of waking up with Baekhyun’s arms wrapped around you, you decided that there was no other acceptable way. What was the point of waking up if it wasn’t done feeling warm and inexplicably safe? You didn’t even move. You didn’t want to disturb him because you weren’t ready to start your day. In a matter of hours the two of you had been able to create this bubble of perfect happiness. The kind of happiness that you hadn’t felt in so long and you didn’t want to give it up just yet.

You kept your cheek pressed to his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart and felt the rise and fall from his breathing. It was nearly enough to lull you back to sleep. Through the windows of the store you could see light from the sun starting to make its way into the galleria through the opening of the shattered roof. As it continued to inch its way across the old tile you knew your time was almost up.  

“You awake?” Baekhyun asked quietly, his fingers gingerly running along the arm you had wrapped around him.

“No.” You grumbled into his chest after a long stretch of silence.

His chest shook with a light laugh, “I had the best dream last night.”

“Oh yeah? What was it about?” You let out a yawn before looking up at him.

“You told me you loved me.” He looked so happy just at the memory of it that your heart warmed about ten degrees. “Then we had… the most amazing sex I’ve had in years.”

“Best sex or only sex?”

“Don’t ruin it.” He grinned.

Your hand moved along the length of his neck, until it curved to cup the back of his head and you pulled him toward you for a kiss.

Pulling reluctantly away you whispered, “Well I think you should keep dreaming then, I’ll join you.”

He pushed his nose into your hair, inhaling you before muttering, “I wish we could. I’d spend all day dreaming about you. I’ve done it before, remember that time I had the flu for like two weeks? It was awesome.”

“God, you’re so in love with me.” You teased.

“That’s true.” He agreed. “Unfortunately for my dreams, we should leave soon. If we do we might make it to rendezvous before noon.”

It was quiet for a minute as he waited for you to comment with your opinion, knowing that you always had something on your mind.

He was surprised when you let out a slightly whiny and completely out of character, “I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you.”

“What?” It was all he could manage. “I- You- What?”

“Wouldn’t you rather stay here with me?” You asked, “We could eat junk food all day. Play with nerf guns or lightsabers or build every LEGO set they have or turn the whole mall into a blanket fort…”

“Stop, I’m already so aroused.”

“We could kiss too. Kiss until we can’t feel our lips. Please?” You begged, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Baekhyun was glowing at the sound of the words coming from your lips, unsure he’d ever get used to it. “We have to go, you know that. Don’t you want to make sure Seulgi is okay? That everyone made it to rendezvous safely? Don’t you want to check and make sure everything is set for Baddie? That everything and everyone is prepared?”

With a sigh you nodded, resting your pouty face on his chest again. “I guess. When did you get so responsible?”

“Look,” he said, wrapping his arms around you once more. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend our whole lives together tucked away in the galleria playing with toys and having sex. That’s literally my second biggest fantasy. It’s just that, my first biggest fantasy? Is telling everyone we know that you’re finally mine. That you love me.”

A blush warmed your cheeks and you groaned, “Okay, fine. We can go.”

“We can always come back afterwards. Then we can stay as long as we want.”

The room stayed silent for a moment while you considered the suggestion. A heavy brick of anxiety plummeted into your gut and you knew why you didn’t want to leave. You pushed yourself up so that you were sitting beside his stretched out body, and looked down.

Quiet and unsure you asked, “You really think there’s going to be an afterwards?”

“Ahh. That’s what this is about. ” He sighed, “You don’t think we’re going to win.”

“I just,” you hesitated, “We’ve all watched the same footage. We know the most probable outcome.”

“Yeah but you’re the one who agreed with Yeol in the first place. You’re the one who wanted to try.”

“It’s different now.” You picked at the lettering on his T-shirt.

“How?” He asked, completely oblivious. “It was two days ago. Nothings changed.”

“Now I have more to lose.”

After a second of thought he grinned and pointed to himself. “You mean me?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yes, obviously.”

With a grunt he pushed himself up into a sitting position and grabbed your face with both hands. After very little warning he had his lips on yours, and then he kissed your cheeks and neck until you were giggling from the tickle of his lips.

“Stop!” You laughed even as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer.

He kissed you until your cheeks hurt from smiling and then leaned back, “You’re not gonna lose me. I’m not going anywhere, not after I worked so hard to get here.”

“How can you sound so certain?”

“It’s you and me, y/n. Til the end of the world.”

“Have you been this cute the whole time?” You asked skeptically.

“Crazy, right? How you never noticed before.”

Leaning into him you pushed your lips against his again and ran your fingers through his hair. You eased back onto the blankets, pulling him on top of you. You just wanted a few more minutes and it seemed that he was willing to give you just that. His hands moved under your sweater, cool against your heated skin. Before it got too far, and you both knew that it would, he pulled back and rested his forehead against your chest with a sigh.

“Have you thought about what happens if we win?” You asked, leaving one more kiss on the top of his head. “Mostly I just thought about how if we lose we die, but what do we do if we live?”

“Whatever we want.”

“Well?” You asked, “It’s not like I have any plans so...what would you want to do? Have you thought about it?”

He hummed, “It doesn't really matter to me as long as I’m with you. It is possible I’ve spent time imagining taking you away. Spending time together just us two.”

“I’d like that.” You smiled as you tried to picture it. “Where would you take me?”

“Out of the city.” He said with immediate certainty, a plan quickly brewing or more likely it was a plan he’d had ready for awhile. “We could find a car that still runs, pack it up with supplies. Or we could hike...just take our time. We could go to the mountains. My family had a cabin up at the lakes. We could stay there for awhile.”

“Baekhyun...” the backs of your eyes burned with tears, nothing had ever sounded so nice. “Yes. Please.”

“Yeah?” Lifting his head from your chest he smiled, “Then that’s what we’ll do. But we gotta leave here first, defeat Baddie, save the world. All the hard stuff.”

You let out another long groan, “Quick. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

With a laugh Baekhyun hopped to his feet and helped you to yours. Both of you changed into a set of fresh new clothes and cleaned up the mess you’d made. You kept the camping setup he’d made. While he emptied out the little tub you even made the bed of blankets. You weren’t sure why but there was just an inkling of hope that moved through you. The tiniest belief that the two of you would get to come back and if you did you wanted it to look nice. Like it had been waiting for you, expecting your return.

After you strapped your boots on tight, had your knives in their holster, and threw on your jacket you were ready to go. As you waited for Baekhyun to pack the rest of his bag and refill the waters you found the pictures he’d taken the night before, forgotten underneath a lantern they’d half slid under. With a little smile you tucked the one of you two in your inside pocket along with the one he’d taken before the museum.

“Ready?” He asked, handing you your water.

“Yeah.” You held out the topless picture of you he’d taken, “Here. Don’t lose this again. I’ll kill you for real if I find out anyone else sees it.”

He grabbed the picture and looked down at it. His eyes went wide with surprise as if he’d forgotten he took it. Tucking the picture in his own inside pocket he looked up at you with a grin.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, “I just really like you.”

Once you were out of reasons to postpone any longer you followed Baekhyun who led you safely back down to the ground floor. The city outside was quiet but not eerie as you made your way down the sidewalk. You weren’t sure how you knew, but you knew you didn’t have to worry about Baddie today. Maybe it was just something in the air but you felt confident that the two of you would make it to the rendezvous with no trouble at all. You only made it about a half a block before you grabbed Baekhyun’s hand, slipping your fingers in between his. He stared down at your intertwined hands for a long while but ultimately he didn’t say anything about it. After that, everytime he stopped to take a picture of something, he made sure to grab your hand again before you moved on.  

Rendezvous wasn’t that far from the galleria, a handful of miles all together, but it was taking the two of you much longer than it should have. You didn’t care that you were being so off brand, you couldn’t help but feel unenthusiastic about the whole thing. Already missing your happy little bubble, you dragged your feet like your legs were filled with bricks. If Baekhyun had any complaints about how slow you were going he didn’t voice them. He seemed to just be enjoying the journey.

“Baek?” you sighed, you were coming up on the last block.

He stopped to turn and look at you with concern, “Everything okay? Did you see something?”

With a small pout on your lips you shrugged, “No. I just want…”

“What? What is it?”

Looking just past him you saw an abandoned car and nodded towards it, “Can we sit for a minute?”

“Of course.” he squeezed your hand and the two of you walked over to the dented, spray paint covered vehicle. “Are you tired? We’re almost there.”

You shook your head no as he took a seat on the hood and waited for you to sit next to him. Instead you stepped between his legs. Cupping his face in your hands you dropped your mouth to his for a kiss. He chuckled against your mouth, his hands dropping to your hips.

“This is all you wanted?” He asked after you’d finally taken a break for air a couple minutes later.

“It had been a whole hour since the last time you’d kissed me. I was starting to think you’d already grown tired of me.” you answered, your lips lingering against his.

He lifted his hand up to brush your cheek and grinned, “I’m going to be honest, I would have never expected you to be this needy.”

“I’ll be honest too, I’m not usually like this. Actually, I hate being needy and I sort of hate you right now for making me feel like this.”

“Well I’m sorry I make you feel feelings, and I’m sorry I made you wait for kisses. I’ll never make you wait again.” he pulled your face to his for another kiss and then said, “Although you did make me wait until I was basically the last man on earth before you even noticed me.”

Brushing the hair from his forehead you frowned, “I know I’ve already said it but, I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

“I would have waited longer.” he confessed in earnest. “If I was you, I would have made me wait longer. I’m going to be intolerable from now on.”

“Jokes on you.” you laughed, “You were already intolerable.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “Jokes still on you then. I’m only going to get worse.”

Dropping his hands to your waist he pulled you closer, until you were pressed against his chest. He looked at you so sweetly as you watched him. His eyes were so bright and kind. Internally you cursed yourself, unsure of how you’d gone so long without just accepting it. Without accepting him and how deep your feelings went. It had been an impressive amount of denial on your part.

“I love you.” You smiled, and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you. “It’s so weird hearing you say it. Even though you’ve obviously loved me all along.”

“Obviously.” You grinned offering him another kiss, which he accepted. “I hate you, Byun Baekhyun.”

“Mmm.” He nodded with content, “That’s better. That feels right.”

You raised your eyebrows expectantly but he didn’t say the words.

“What?” He asked with a small knowing smile.

“Don’t make me beg.” You scowled.

Sliding his hands up to your neck he let his fingers get tangled in your hair. “I love you too.”

He kissed you then with purpose until you were moaning into his mouth. You’d even half thought to tear him from his pants, your hands gripping the waistband of his jeans. It was lucky that you didn’t go through with it. After a while you could hear a loud masculine, “Noooo!” that flowed down the street followed by a shrill feminine, “Yesss!”

You pulled out of the kiss, face flushed and lips sore.

“Ignore them.” Baekhyun murmured, his head still turned up to you with his eyes closed.

You were able to lean back down one more time and leave a peck on the tip of his nose before Seulgi tackled you in a hug and dragged you away, “What did I miss yesterday?? Tell me everything!”

“Good to see you’re alive too, Seul.”

“Yay! You’re alive, whatever.” She rolled her eyes, “Tell me!”

You laughed and looked over to where Chanyeol was patting a beaming Baekhyun on the shoulder and offered a supportive, “Finally.”

“Come on!” Seulgi probed once more, “Everything! Details!”

As you walked together down the street, the guys not far behind, you told her everything you could remember between saying goodbye to Chanyeol inside Crowley and right then. Seulgi cried when you told her about Baddie in the museum, thinking about how she could have lost you then and there. Other than that she cooed, aww’d, and sighed dreamily over every detail which only embarrassed you further. Once you told her what you remembered, to her satisfaction, she told you about the rest of the group's relatively boring trip to the rendezvous that had taken all of a day. Almost everyone else had arrived as well with just a few stragglers. It relieved you just a little to know you weren’t the absolute last to arrive. And by then you were there.

Sehun and his Quad Four family lived together in the oldest hotel in the city, Wisteria House. It was a twelve story, hundred year old building that had been renovated about five times in its history. The brass plaque outside of the front doors announced to its guests that it was a historical landmark of the city. Though having grown up a local it was known to you as Haunted House. You’d only stayed there once, on your eighteenth birthday. You had made it until two in the morning before you and your friends had scared yourselves so bad telling ghost stories that you had to leave.

After seeing the look on your face the first time he’d told you where he was staying, Sehun assured you that nothing inside of Wisteria House was scarier than the Lurkers that hung out outside. Though you remained cautious of the idea of staying there. The elevators were decommissioned for obvious reasons, which meant that the trip up to the top was done by staircase and suddenly you understood how Sehun and his family stayed in such good shape. Seulgi brought you to a room that was closest to the one that she was staying in with Chanyeol and made a very big point of making sure anyone within a mile radius knew that you and Baekhyun would be sharing the room together.

Once you dropped off your bags in the room, and gifted Seulgi and Irene what you’d brought them from the galleria you all went to the roof. That’s where everyone else had gathered. It looked like a rooftop war room. There were marked up maps of the city lying around, weapons of all sorts, printouts of various versions of Baddie during attacks in several different cities. There was a genuine sense of excitement on the rooftop. Everyone seemed to be much more positive about the idea of the fight, and in general just very happy to be together. Along with lingering hugs you gave Taemin a handful of lollipops and Jongin the jar of jolly ranchers you’d grabbed for him.

Sehun went over the basics with you of what the plan was so far. He showed you the inventory of the different weapons in the arsenal. Since there were still a few missing people, it had been agreed on to wait until the next afternoon for the actual fight. Plus everyone seemed to want just one more day together, which you were grateful for. Everyone and everything seemed more than prepared and it felt a little like you had nothing to do. Seulgi and Seungcheol were doing inventory on medical supplies and rationing it out the best they could. Baekhyun was with Chanyeol and a couple of the others going over maps in vigorous detail. Everything just seemed peaceful. You ended up just grabbing your tape player and sitting on the roof, taking a little time to yourself to memorize the city.  

“Y/n…” Chanyeol said, pulling on your arm. “Can I talk to you?”

He sat down when you nodded and you hit stop on your tape player.

“If you’re going to tell me how much better I can do than Baek, I already know.” You joked.

“Well since we don’t have to have that conversation...” He laughed, “Maybe we can talk about something else?”

He looked nervous and you couldn’t remember a time...ever, where Chanyeol looked nervous. He’d been a pillar of stability for as long as you could remember. Seeing him twist his fingers together in his lap was honestly making you a little nervous.

“What’s going on?”

Legs shaking, he let out a long slow breath. When he looked over you realized it was you. He was afraid because of you.

“Yeol… what did you do?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “Yet. I...I want to ask Seul to marry me.”

“Oh!” In an instant your whole chest felt tight, “I mean, that’s great! But why do you look like you’re terrified of me?”

“You’re her best friend.” He gulped, “You're the most important person in her whole life. I wanted to ask your permission.”

“I’m not though.” You said quietly. Your eyes were brimming with tears. You were so touched that he’d thought to ask you, “You’re the most important person in her life now, you have been for awhile. And I can’t imagine anyone more perfect for her, Yeol. You have all my blessings.”

“Thank you.” He blushed lightly. “I’m going to do it now. I want to do it before...you know.”

“What better time than the present?” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gave him a reassuring hug, “Good luck. Though I don’t think you need it, like at all.”

Cheeks aching with a smile you watched as he pushed himself up and moved across the roof to where Seulgi was still checking medical supplies. He’d just gotten to her when Baekhyun’s body blocked your view and he sat down where Chanyeol had been.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” you said, trying to look over his shoulder to see where Chanyeol and Seulgi had disappeared to.

“I thought I’d come see you. Since it’s been like an hour. Didn’t want you thinking I’d stopped loving you.” He grabbed your chin and directed your gaze to him. “I’m over here.”

With a sigh of defeat you smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss and all of the attention he was so desperate for. “Hi, Baek.”

“What did Chanyeol want? Why were you hugging him? Huh?” He asked, pulling you in for a hug. “Huh!”

“Why are you always so jealous?” You laughed, slipping your arms around him.

“Because,” he whined, “it took me a really long time to get you to love me.”

“No,” you confessed, “it just took you a long time to get me to admit I love you.”

“Why would you say that?” He asked, lying his head on your shoulder, “You know I can’t handle your confessions of love. Every time you admit it...putty. Especially today! What with the engagement. I’m already too emotional. So much love in the air.”

“Ahhh.” You leaned your head against his, “So you already knew.”

“Of course.” He chuckled, “He told me his plan last week but then shit hit the fan. He wants to do it now, said he didn’t want to regret it if something were to happen tomorrow and he didn’t get the chance.”

“Good.” You said and pressed a kiss on the top of his head, “She deserves that.”

“You deserve that too.” He said quietly.

You laughed, “Are you asking me to marry you? Because this is a pretty lame proposal.”

Finally he pulled away from you, so he could get a good look at your face, “Do you want me to ask you?”

“No, not now anyway.” you said definitively. “I know you’d only be asking because Chanyeol is asking Seulgi.”

He frowned as he looked over at you, “You know that’s not true, don’t you? Tell me you know that when I ask you, and I will ask you, it will be because it’s you. It’ll be because I want you.”

Your cheeks burned with a blush, “Calm down, Baekhyun. It hasn’t even been a whole day since we hooked up. Are we even technically dating? Shouldn’t we be together for at least a week before you propose forever to me?”  

His eyes were closed when you looked over at him and he let out a long sigh of tried patience, “...and you think I’m annoying.”

With another laugh you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You had to have known I wasn’t going to make it easy for you.”

“You have never made anything easy for me. We’ve been on plenty of dates by the way. Just yesterday I took you to brunch at the convenience store. We went to the museum…” you nodded in silent agreement and gave him another kiss. “I will marry you, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“Okay.” you agreed. “Not today though. Today is for them.”

He frowned and you waited for the inevitable whine, “Actually, if you think about it, Yeol is stealing our thunder. You and I have been a long time coming. We are a big event. We’re the main event.”

“I don’t need thunder, Baek.” You grinned, “I just need you.”

With a dramatic gasp he clutched at his chest, “I swear to god if you’re nice to me one more time I’ll just explode. I waited so long for this, you’re giving me too much all at once.”

“I could always take it back.” You threatened.

“Too late, no take backs.” He grinned and grabbed the earbud that you’d tucked into the top of your shirt and pulled it out, “What are we listening to today?”

“The Cure.” You said pressing play again on the tape player. A laugh escaped you as the song began.

“What’s funny?” he asked.

“The song.” you laughed again, “The End Of The World.”

As he slipped his fingers between yours he hummed, “Appropriate.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder as the music played and looked back out at the city. It would be easy, you imagined, to pretend like nothing was wrong. In a little moment like this. Moments with Baekhyun where things seemed almost normal. Granted you had never sat on the edge of a roof of an abandoned hotel with knives strapped to your thigh in the before times. However, up until very recently, you did spend almost every waking moment feeling like you might die at any second. Not with him. With him you were so happy that any worry you had was suffocated by it. Things, as strange as they were, felt right. You knew from the jump that tomorrow’s fight was a suicide mission, but now you knew you had a real reason to fight. Right on cue Baekhyun’s fingers squeezed your hand tighter in his lap and you closed your eyes.

The sweet moment you were sharing only lasted a little longer. Before you knew it Seulgi was rushing onto the roof in a hysterical euphoria. She gave you a quick hug and then it was down to business. Just as impatient as her groom, Seulgi wanted the wedding to be that night and in the two minutes it took her to find you, she’d already come up with a plan. There was a handful of hours left before sundown but after hearing the plan you agreed, it was totally possible to pull off. As she was telling you her idea more and more people gathered around and offered to help. You had been tasked, and rightfully so you thought, with finding rings for the couple. You said you could do it on your own but as you’d secretly hoped, Baekhyun wouldn’t hear it and insisted on coming with you.

The two of you would share your tasks, finding candles and getting rings. Your half of the task was easy. You already knew what rings you wanted and exactly where to find them. Armenia was a handful of blocks away, and assuming that no one had randomly looted it, you remembered there was a ring that Seulgi had always talked about wanting. Luckily on the way there Baekhyun had remembered Apothecary. It was one of those luxury retailers that sold insanely overpriced items that fit a boho chic aesthetic. Two hundred dollar jeans that never lasted more than six months, completely manufactured jewelry and home decor that was intentionally made to look like it was handmade by a child. It was in general a terrible shop when you could get more authentic items for less money if you shopped across town. It was finally beneficial to you on this day however. Along with everything else the store offered a section of inauthentic witchy and occult items, including an entire wall of shelves filled with candles.

“You’re an absolute genius.” you said peering through the window, “This is perfect.”

“Well, I used to walk past it every day to get to you.” he mentioned, but your head was already somewhere else.

Eyeing the few Lurkers in the shop you thought about the museum. You’d been so distracted by things with Baekhyun that you’d almost forgotten all about the incident. Part of you wanted to test it again and see what might happen.  

“Hey.” you turned around and left a kiss on his cheek. “I can handle this. Why don’t you go ahead and check out the jewelry store? See how many Lurkers are in there.”

“Are you sure?” He frowned, “You don’t want to do it together?”

“I’m sure I can take three Lurkers.” you grinned, “This won’t take me any time at all. I’ll just meet you at the store when I’m done here. I was thinking if we get everything as quick as we can then maybe we don’t have to rush back. You know? So if you go clear out the jewelry store then we can grab the rings, get them cleaned up and still have time to do anything else we need.”

“Anything else we need?” He asked thoughtfully, “Like you wanna mess around?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“No, I said it.” He leaned in to give you a quick kiss before pulling away, “Alright, be quick! I’ll miss you if you take too long.”

“Good, I hope you do.” You pushed him gently and watched him take off down the sidewalk, with a sudden sense of urgency you called out, “Hate you!”

“Love you too!” He called back over his shoulder as he rounded the corner at the end of the block.

After a deep breath you opened the door to the shop. It looked mostly untouched, a nice thick layer of dust covering everything. There was a section of floor that was flooded with sunlight but the back of the shop, where the candles were, was dark. The three Lurkers moved slowly forward at your appearance. They stepped just to the edge of the light and waited, light clicking and hissing noises came from them but no shrieking which should have been their immediate reaction to you. Their bodies swayed with movement but it was so subtle you barely noticed. Grabbing a blade for each hand you stepped towards them. With every cautious step forward you waited for a reaction but there was none. Even when you were well within attacking distance.

You still weren’t sure why they weren’t coming after you, why they were just standing there watching you. It was by no means a comfortable situation but after a couple minutes had passed you were no longer scared or nervous. You even walked into the shadows with them, circling them as they stood there mostly frozen except for their breathing. Standing back in front of them you looked closely at their silver eyes, they looked like they were made of metal. After taking a nervous breath you even lifted your hand to touch their leathery scales. Still they didn’t move. Then with a gulp you pushed one of your blades between the eyes of one of the Lurkers as the other two watched with no reaction. The light drained from its eyes and it collapsed on the floor at your feet and still nothing.

“What the hell…” you muttered.

You didn’t understand what was happening but you didn’t like it. You made quick work of the other two Lurkers and bagged up every candle you could find before taking off down the street. You weren’t sure if you were going to mention anything to Baekhyun. You’d need to see if the same thing happened with him. Maybe something had changed for everyone, not just you. Whether it had changed for better or worse still wasn’t totally clear to you.

The jewelry store looked empty. When you moved inside and didn’t immediately see Baekhyun your heart started to race. Dropping the bags of candles on the floor your head spun with worry. Did he get hurt and leave to find help? Did he run into Baddie on the way over and not even make it to the store in the first place? Your feet were about ready to take off to try and find him when you caught sight of the top of his head. He was looking down at something in his hands as he made his way back into the showroom from the back.

“Hey!” You said feeling relieved. “Was it bad?”

Baekhyun looked up at you with a smile. “Not at all, just a couple in the back.”

“Good.” You chewed nervously on your lip. “Um, did they attack you?”

“Yeah.” He said, giving you a strange look. “That’s a weird question. Were they supposed to welcome me warmly and offer me a drink or…”

You shook your head, “No, I was wondering if anything like out of the ordinary happened.”

“No, why? Did something happen with you?” He asked, clearly growing concerned. “Are you okay? We shouldn’t have split up...”

“I’m fine.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile as he made his way to you. “Everything’s okay. I was just curious. It was a stupid question. Don’t think about it too much.”

Grabbing his worried face in your hands you tried to distract him with a kiss. It seemed to work, as you pulled away he just smiled back at you, happy as ever.

“You want to see something funny?” He asked.

“Of course.”

He lifted his hand and showed you what he’d been looking at. “I found your locker. This was in it.”

It was a picture from what felt like ages ago. It looked like it was taken at a restaurant or maybe a club. It was Seulgi’s birthday, which was made obvious by the ‘birthday girl’ sash she was wearing. You’d had your arms wrapped around her in a hug and the both of you were nearly doubled over with laughter. Taemin was on the other side of you, a drink in hand and blurred around the edges like he’d been dancing.

On Seulgi’s other side stood Chanyeol and Baekhyun. You could see the pink on the top of Yeol’s ears, he looked hammered and was still somehow the only one that managed to be looking at the camera. Baekhyun’s eyes were locked on you, mesmerized by the way you laughed. It made your heart ache. All you’d ever wanted was someone to look at you the way he did and you were too clueless to ever see it.

“What makes it funny?”

He shrugged, “Maybe more embarrassing than funny. The way I was completely desperate for you even all the way back then.”

“I don’t think it’s embarrassing.” You shook your head. “No, I love the way you look at me. We can trade.”

He watched curiously as you reached your hand into your jacket. After a quick double check that you’d grabbed the right one you handed him the picture from the night before. With a smirk you handed it over to him, snatching away the one he’d shown you.

“Now I’ll have the one where you’re completely desperate for me and you can have the one where I’m completely desperate for you.”

“Oh. Oh yeah! I love that.” His face lit up when he looked down at the picture. “Yeah, god, you should feel…so embarrassed about this. Look at you. How are you not mortified? If I had proof that I was totally obsessed with someone the way you are with me, I would never show them. You’re so courageous letting me have this incriminating evidence.”

“Shut up!” You laughed, landing a smack against his chest. “I hate you.”

Baekhyun let out a scoff and flipped the picture around to show you, “Clearly.”

“Stop teasing me.” You said very seriously and walked over to one of the shattered glass cases, “I have work to do.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You were relieved to have found the ring you’d been thinking about. It was a beautiful princess cut diamond set in a rose gold band. You still had vivid memories of the times before. Just the two of you at work, your manager gone for some reason or another, and she would wear the ring all day long. She told you over and over again how if she was ever going to get engaged she hoped that this would be her ring. The matching band for the set was with it, much to your delight, and then you found the perfect band for Chanyeol. A black tungsten band with a rose gold inlay to match Seulgis’s set. Once you had the rings you cleared a bit of counter space and got to cleaning both of them to perfection.

So caught up in your task you didn’t even notice what Baekhyun had been up to. He’d been wandering around the shop, scoping out different pieces of jewelry. You were almost done, Seulgi’s rings were already boxed and you were just finishing shining up Chanyeol’s band. Baekhyun had moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You picked some pretty nice ones.” he said, kissing the back of your neck.

“Thank you, I did my best.”

“I think I did better.” it was just a whisper and it sent a shiver down your spine.  

“What do you mean?” you asked as he stepped away from you. He didn’t answer so you placed Chanyeol’s finished ring in its box and turned around to see what he was talking about. When you saw his pleased face you let out a sigh, “Get up.”

Knelt down in front of you he shook his head, “I mean, I think I picked a better ring than you, so…Will you marry me?”

“Did you just look for the biggest diamond you could find and picked that one?” You asked looking down at the gaudy hunk of jewelry. A massive pear cut diamond that would cover half of your finger easily.

“It’s totally possible.”

“Please stand up.” Your face burned with a blush, there was no one else even there but you were still embarrassed.

“Come on, just marry me.” getting to his feet he moved in front of you.

“Why?” wrapping your arms around his hips you pulled him close. “We could be dead by tomorrow, so what does it matter?”

“Marry me because we could be dead by tomorrow.”

You hummed in thought. “What day is today?”

“Wednesday.” he said after a moment.

“If you can wait, I’ll marry you on Friday.” You compromised.

“Why Friday?”

Tightening your arms around him, wanting him closer, you answered, “Because that means we made it past tomorrow.”

“Friday…” he said as he contemplated.

You nodded, “We get to Friday and I’m all yours.”

He scrunched his nose slightly, “I would actually argue that you already are mine.”

“Maybe.” You grinned and he leaned down to kiss the curve of your lip.

“Wear the ring at least.” He held up the gaudy diamond ring once more.

“It’s too big.” You complained.

“That’s not what you said last night.” He smiled for a moment and then it faltered, “Wait… no. That is what you said last night? Crap...give me a second…”

You sighed as he tried to figure out his own joke, “Thank god you’re cute.”

He looked at you with his big sweet eyes and pouty lip as he held out the ring, “Please wear it? I know you think it’s stupid, but...for me?”

It was then you knew you were in trouble. Realizing that you’d do anything for that face.

“Give it here...”

Taking the ring you slid your body away from his. His eyes followed you curiously around as you made your way through the store. You picked something out of the case a little ways away and then moved onto another case picking out one more thing before making your way back to him. He continued to watch you as you clasped a thin silver chain around your neck, the ring he’d given you dangling against your chest. Once you’d finished with that a second chain dropped from your palm and he let you secure the chain around his own neck.

When you pulled away he dropped his gaze down to the silver band you’d found for him and smiled, “A ring for me?”

“Well you’re going to need one, right?” You tried not to smile too much at the absolute joy on his face. “For Friday.”

“For Friday.” He nodded and happily tucked the ring and chain under his shirt.

With that you grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards you until your chests were pressed together and your lips met. His hands shot quickly to your hips before crawling slowly up your sides. You laughed against his mouth at the soft tickle. The shop was so quiet except for the smack of your lips and the tiny little moans you couldn’t keep in your mouth.

“How much time do we have?” You gasped after a few minutes.

With a reluctant groan he pulled his hand from beneath your shirt, where he’d been cupping your breast to check his watch. “We have an hour until we’re supposed to be back. We can make it there in under twenty minutes if we hustle. So like...forty minutes?”

“We could do a lot in forty minutes.”

“I only need like ten.” He shrugged.

“Baekhyun!” You smacked his shoulder, “What the hell?”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t use all forty!” He snorted out a laugh. He really thought he was so funny, and the worst part was that you thought so too. “Listen. If I had known you were just going to use my body like a washing machine then I would have...”

“Then you would have what?” You asked, grabbing his collar and pulling him in close again. “Hmm, what would you have done?”

His hands grabbed your hips as roughly as you’d grabbed his collar and he grinned. “I would have tried harder...won you over sooner.”

You let out a laugh, “... you’re ridiculous.”

“It’s true. I should have suggested a friends with benefits situation...years ago. That always turns into romance, right?” You hummed in agreement as you tugged his jacket off his shoulders. “Maybe I should have gotten a bad injury and you could have nursed me back to health and then you would have fallen in love with me that way.”

“That wouldn’t have worked.” You shook your head incredulously while you pulled his shirt over his head. “Seulgi would have nursed you, not me.”

“Maybe she’s my soulmate.”

You paused to look at him, unamused, for just a blink before roughly tugging the belt from his pants. “Oh, we’re soulmates now?”

“Well I thought we might be at first,” he looked down as you shoved his pants down his hips so that he was left in his boxer briefs with his pants wrapped around his ankles. “now I’m starting to think maybe you’re some sort of sex demon.”

With a sigh you pulled your shirt over your head, “Will you please shut up and help me take my clothes off?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

-

Once the two of you were done and after a bit of a hustle the two of you made it back to rendezvous just in time. Preparations had already been started. Some of the guys had collected pallets from a nearby construction site and created a platform for the ceremony. Irene had found an old art supply store and took charge of strategically placing wild flowers, tulles, and lace around the roof. You lit the candles you and Baekhyun had found and other light sources that people had scavenged until the rooftop had a nice romantic glow.  

Baekho and Taeyong had set up a feast of a buffet. Everyone, knowing the likelihood of surviving tomorrow was low, decided to use almost all the rations. You wanted to make a joke about it being the Last Supper but you also wanted to do better at staying positive for Baekhyun so you kept it to yourself. Though, when Sehun made the joke, you allowed yourself to be one of the few who actually laughed.

When all of the decorations were in place the guests went down to their rooms and changed from apocalypse battle gear into wedding attire. You and Irene helped Seulgi with her hair and makeup. She’d found a simple cream colored wrap dress at a thrift shop a few blocks away and somehow made it look like it was worth a million dollars. You tucked the tiara you’d found for her at the jewelry store in her hair as the final touch. Irene had found you a dress to wear. She’d had a feeling you’d forget to find something to wear and she’d been correct. You worried for a moment about Baekhyun but she assured you that they’d picked something up for him too.

Seulgi had asked for a couple minutes to be alone so you and Irene headed to the roof to check that everything was still perfect. The mood all around was so happy and joyful. It was as if a change in clothes and a reason to celebrate turned the whole vibe of the end of the world around. You wondered, quite seriously, if the community should implement a casual Friday rule… if you lived of course.

As the sun started to set in the sky, and everything was in place, it all looked amazing. It looked like an actual wedding. Not just a last minute, pieced together, apocalypse wedding. Taehyun was sitting to the side of the platform playing songs on his acoustic guitar while everyone continued to gather on the rooftop.

You’d been tugging at the skirt of your dress, no longer used to the feel of being so exposed you worried it was a little too short. You did, however, feel grateful that you’d just shaved your legs the night before. When you looked up Chanyeol was making his way through the door to the roof. He looked so handsome. He was wearing a crisp tux, his hair was slicked back emphasizing his giant ears, and the smile on his face was filled with a joy beyond words. He gave you a hug as he passed by you on his way to the pallet platform to wait for his bride and you wished him luck.

“Woah.” You turned to see Baekhyun who’d come in right after Chanyeol, camera hanging from his neck.

You blushed immediately at the way he looked at you. “I look stupid, don’t I? I feel weird.”

“Oh, there is nothing stupid about the way you look. You really just took all my breath away.” His palm was pressed against his chest.

You’d intended to say something snarky in return but you’d frozen. Realizing quickly that you’d never before in your life seen Baekhyun in a suit. It was so simple. Just a white button down under a sleek black blazer and a nice pair of dress pants. And yet here you were, a wreck.

“I think we should tell people we’re engaged.” You gulped, “Right now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t like the way they’re looking at you.”

He laughed, “No one is looking at me, except you.”

“Well they could.” You argued, “And they should know that we’re pretty serious. You agree, right? We’re pretty serious?”

“You think I’m sexy.” He grinned.

“Don’t tease me, just announce our love to everyone.” You whined as he slipped his arms around your waist and pulled you in.

“Say it.” You shook your head and he laughed again, “Say it and you get a kiss.”

“I think you’re sexy.” You whispered against his lips before accepting your reward.

“I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.” He muttered into the kiss.

In the back of your mind, as you stood there lips pressed together in an obvious display of affection, you knew you were being out of character. Even before the invasion intimacy in public was never really your thing but no matter how hard you tried to fight it you couldn’t get enough of him. You had to have him as much as you could. The dam you’d built to protect yourself had completely collapsed and you were drowning in yearning. There was nothing more you wanted than just to be with him and be near him. You felt somewhere between nothing like yourself and exactly who you were meant to be.

You would have kept on him even longer but you happened to notice the blurry form of Taemin run passed you to the platform where Chanyeol was and pulled away. Baekhyun dropped his hands from you and grabbed his camera. You watched as he snapped a few pictures over your shoulder. Turning around you looked back at the door, watching as Seulgi stepped through and Taehyun started to play a new song, slow and romantic. In an instant your eyes were filled with tears, she looked like an actual angel. She was glowing. You’d never seen anyone radiate joy so fully before.

When she reached the front Taehyun stopped playing, everyone quieted allowing Taemin to start the ceremony. Sticking to his side so you weren’t too much in the way of him taking pictures, your arms tightened around Baekhyun's waist as you watched your best friend marry the love of her life.

You’d forgotten how short wedding ceremonies were and it took you by surprise when they came to the vows so quickly. As you listened to Taemin speak you barely noticed Baekhyun move his lips to your ear. Then, following along with the ceremony he began to whisper to you.

“Y/n… every day I become more and more certain that I was put on this earth to love you. I promise to love you until my very last breath.” As you realized what he was doing you turned around in his arms to face him, “As your beloved husband I promise to make sure you laugh everyday and to kiss you so much you never feel unloved. I can assure you I will always get jealous when you show affection to others. And maybe most importantly I will be with you and there for you through the easy, happy times and especially through difficult and trying alien invasions.”

“Baekhyun,” you whispered quietly so not to disturb the ceremony, “You are, I believe, the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. I love you. As your wife I promise to never make you wait for me ever again. I promise to always listen to what you have to say and to sometimes let you take the lead even if doing so makes my skin itch. I will always share my music with you, and any candy I find. And even though I know you don’t need me too, I will always do everything I can to protect you. Always. I will be with you and there for you through the…help...”

“Easy happy times…” he grinned.

“Right, I will be there with you and there for you through the easy, happy times and especially through difficult alien invasions.”

A few yards away you could hear Taemin tell Chanyeol, “You may now kiss the bride.”

And your lips met Baekhyun’s. For a second you let yourself imagine that your friends were cheering for you. The moment was all you needed as you turned back to your newly married best friend and her husband and you cheered along with everyone else.

Baekhyun kissed your forehead and you watched as he walked away for a minute to get some better pictures of the group. Everyone looked so happy and it felt like for the first time in a long time you could actually relate.

An arm around your shoulder pulled you away from staring too fondly at Baekhyun and you looked up to see Jongin.

“Hey.” He smiled over at you mischievously.

You glared suspiciously at him for a moment, “Hi.”

“I saw that.”

“Saw what?”

“You know.” He grinned, pulling his arm from you and shoving his hands in his pockets, “I was standing right behind you. I just wanted to let you know I saw and heard everything.”

“Don’t tell anyone.” You sighed, “Not today. Especially not Baek.”

“Don’t tell especially me what?” Baekhyun asked as he stepped up from behind you, his arm easing around your hip like it’s where it had always belonged.

“Ah, Baek, you heard your girl.” Jongin said, giving you a wink, “Come find me tomorrow, I’ll tell you then.”

You chuckled lightly as you watched Jongin head over to where everyone was getting the party started with food and music.

“That counts, you know.” Baekhyun muttered against the side of your head. “We’re married now.”

You blushed feeling the butterflies storming your stomach. “You tricked me, I said not until Friday. Not until after we’ve survived.”

“You'll find, Mrs. Byun, that I can be a very tricky individual if it means getting what I want.” He grinned, “And what I wanted was to be your husband for the rest of my life. Even if the rest of my life is only from now until tomorrow.”

Turning to face him you had to bite down on your lip as your eyes glossed over with tears. It took you a minute to be able to speak without crying and when you finally did it was a lightly whimpered, “If you weren’t so sexy...”

He smiled brightly as he lifted his hand to your cheek, “You’d be so mad at me.”

“Mrs. Byun.” You groaned, pulling him into a tight embrace, “I hate it.”

“I know, I know. Isn’t it terrible? Now come on, it’s time for our first dance.”

As the night went on so did the party. It had become more than just a wedding celebration. There was an almost somber undertone as people tried not to acknowledge that this might be it. This could be the last good thing to happen to any of you. So people drank and ate and laughed. Everyone shared their best memories from the last few years and from the before times. There was so much dancing and so much singing, most of it done very poorly. All of you pushed away your worries about the future and just spent time enjoying the company of the people you’d grown to love so much over the past few years. People you needed, the people who had all become your family.

At some point, you weren’t sure when exactly, someone had given Chanyeol a guitar. He and Taehyun had started an impromptu jam session, leaving Seulgi by herself for just long enough that you were able to sneak in a dance with her.  

“I’m so happy for you.” You smiled, brushing your hand over her glowing cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

She wrapped her arms around your waist and the two of you swayed slowly to the sound of the guitars.

“You wanna know something funny?” She whispered after a minute and then leaned back to look at you. “I’m so happy and grateful to everyone for doing this for me and Yeol. I’m so in love. And yet… I think I’m most happy about you and Baek.”

“Why?” You laughed, “Because I stopped being so stubborn and finally got dicked down.”

With a small smile she shook her head. Her fingers wrapped around the chain hanging from your neck and she pulled the ring from where you had it hidden down the front of your dress.

“Congratulations.” She smirked. “Mrs. Byun Baekhyun.”

“He told Chanyeol…” you sighed knowing you shouldn’t be at all surprised. “I told him not to. I didn’t want to take away from your day.”

“Of course he did. I’ll excuse you for not being the one that told me first!” Seulgi laughed and pulled you in for a tight hug. “It’s just so nice to see you happy again. It’s like I finally have you back. All of you, not just the tough parts.”

“You think he makes me weak?” You asked quietly.

She thought for a second and asked, “What are you going to do when we win tomorrow?”

“Baekhyun said he’s gonna take me away for a while.” You smiled at the thought, “We’re going up to the mountains, just us.”

“No, he doesn’t make you weak.” She shook her head adamantly, “If anything he’s made you stronger. Before Baekhyun, y/n, you didn’t make plans. Not once did you talk about your future. You didn’t even believe you’d have one. I bet you’re more determined to win tomorrow than you’ve ever been. Aren’t you? It’s because he made you want something you never wanted before. A future.”

“Yeah, he’s the worst,” With a little nod you groaned, “and I love him so much.”

“I know. I’m the one that repeatedly told you so.” she laughed, “You’re not the only one that can be right.”

Looking down at your hand you turned the ring over and over, “It’s stupid, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, does it even really count?” You asked, “It was just us making promises to each other. Do you think it’s silly for it to make me feel so....happy? Am I being childish? Is it just a pretend thing?”

“You said you made promises. Did you mean them? Do you intend to keep your promise to him?”

“Of course. It meant something to him, I wouldn’t go back on it.”

“Did the promise he made mean something to you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah.”

“Then it counts.” She smiled, “It’s not silly or childish if it means something to you. It’s not about ceremonies or documents or anything else. It’s the promises you made to each other that matter. Period. End of story.”

Once it had gotten pretty late there was only a little more than a handful of you left that hadn’t gone to bed. None of you were ready for that good feeling to end. Someone had built a small fire pit that everyone left had gathered around. Except for you and Baekhyun. Despite the fact that there was no longer any music being played, that the only sound was the light chatter and laughter from your friends, he wanted nothing more than to dance with you. It was the least you could do to indulge him, even if your feet were aching.

“You’re too quiet.” Baekhyun muttered against the top of your head, which you had resting against his chest as you moved together.

You gave him a shrug in response.

“Are you thinking about tomorrow?”

With a sad sigh you nodded.

“Don’t. Think about how we’re together right now instead. Think about how sexy you think I am in this suit.” He joked.

You lifted your head and gently kissed his jaw. His arms wrapped around you tighter and you let yourself sink into him. It was easy when you fit so perfectly against him. Trying to do as you were told you stopped worrying about what might or might not happen the next day and only think about the present.

And maybe it was the wedding leaving you far more emotional than normal. Or the way the soft glow of the various lights framed all of the angles of Baekhyun’s face so perfectly that it made you think he looked ethereal. It might have even been the way your brain refused to process any of the sounds that surrounded you except for the low hum vibrating in his chest as he sang only to you mixed with the sound of his heart beating under your ear.

It was probably a mixture of all of that that left you feeling more in love than you thought possible. And somehow still upset and overwhelmed with guilt. Truthfully, it had been happening all day. If you had even a second of silence or a moment to let yourself think, luckily there hadn’t been many, you’d remember how good he always was to you. You’d remember the less than ideal way you treated him to protect yourself. Then you’d just feel guilty that you were allowed to feel this good being with him now.

After a few more quiet moments and too much thinking your lip started to tremble slightly and you whispered, “You make me so happy.”

Baekhyun left a kiss at your temple, “You make me happy too.”

“I’m really sorry, Baek.” You muttered, your cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“Sorry for what?”

“Wasting so much time being miserable. Not loving you like I should have. Like you’ve always deserved.” Tightening your arms around him you sighed. “I wish I could go back. I wish I wouldn’t have been so scared.”

Baekhyun let out a heavy groan. “Would you stop? At first it was funny because it was like for once I was right and you were wrong and you had to admit it but you have to stop this! You get so sad and it’s taking all the fun out of me being smarter than you.”

“What?” You asked, taken aback.

He took a step away from you and grabbed your cheeks in his hands, eyeing you very seriously. “Silly girl. You are literally wasting time that you could be happy worrying about having wasted time not being happy! Stop it.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, his hands still pressing your cheeks together.

“No. Don’t say you’re sorry. No more ‘I’m sorry’ for the next...twenty-four hours!” He commanded. “I love you. You love me, right?”

You nodded, wide eyed at his commanding tone.

“Good then just be with me right now, in this moment. Like you were yesterday. Remember that? You loved that!”

“Okay. Okay! I’m-“ he raised an eyebrow at you and you bit back the word. “I’m in love with you.”

“Nice recovery.”

With a smile he pulled you back into his arms and you grinned into his chest. Your grin turned into a giggle and you found yourself blushing against him.

“What?” He asked.

“I just…” you laughed, “I don’t know. That was really sexy of you. So demanding and in charge. You don’t really do that a lot.”

“Yeah? You liked that?” He smirked, “Liked it so much you wanna go back to our room and consummate this marriage?”

Looking over to Seulgi you saw her happily hanging off of Chanyeol. Pretty sure she didn’t need you, you looked back to Baekhyun and nodded enthusiastically.

“Thank god because I have thought of nothing other than getting you out of this dress from the second I saw you in it.” He muttered as he eased his arm around your waist and the two of you dipped quietly away from the celebration.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Oh great, McGonagall’s back to being a bitch again in this new TLSQ 🙄

Is anyone ready for another rant? Because I've got another rant.

My friend messaged me after this quest came out and simply said "Tell me this quest pissed you off too." I hadn't seen it yet, so I went to watch the footage. Having just finished...oh god.

Going into the quest, I wasn't angry. At first, I was mostly bewildered. Unlike the Torvus TLSQ, this one doesn't really beat you over the head with mean-spirited guilt-tripping. But it does follow the interpretation that MC is to blame for the chaos. And that idea is so ludicrous that I was genuinely laughing. To hear McGonagall say "Be that as it may, your actions have caused this." Was unintentionally hilarious. What actions? MC was a bystander. They were just hanging out with their friends. Badeea is the one who painted the Portrait, and it was painted for Jae. MC didn't do anything. But the rest of this quest will send them on a wild goose chase to appease everyone else.

Here's a question. Why does Badeea all but disappear from the plot when she arguably had the most agency in this problem? Why do Jae and MC get threatened with detention...and not Badeea? She literally painted the offending Portrait. That's not even getting into how silly it is to blame the students for this fiasco in the first place, but as long as you're going to...why hold Jae and MC accountable, but not Badeea? Why does MC have to paint the portrait that will be used to distract Sir Cadogan? Badeea says that it's because her paintings are what started this mess, and she's afraid of causing more trouble. Fair enough, but that doesn't really change the fact that she is the only character who knows how to paint enchanted portraits. She is the only one with any skill in this. That said, I wouldn't change this for the world because the fanged puffskein is adorable. Let me hug him. Let me hug him! He reminds me of my kitty.

The Portraits are to blame for this mess. That much is as clear as day. And yet no one is willing to hold them accountable. No one voices the idea that maybe this is their fault, and that maybe we shouldn't be prioritizing their wishes. This is the Peeves Arc of Year 5 all over again, and people didn't just hate that arc for being filler. Why is the Fat Lady not chastised for leaving her post? Why must we cater to her demands? Why must we go on a scavenger hunt that takes all day, why do we have to play by their rules? Pick up the damn portrait and shake it until the Fat Lady and the others take the hint. Hold the damn thing over a fire if you want to really scare them. (Ruthless? Perhaps, but Gail would do that. She wouldn't actually burn the Portrait but the Fat Lady doesn't know that.) Better yet, McGonagall could solve this pretty easily by invoking teacher authority. Even if that failed, at least she couldn't very well expect two students to solve the problem that she couldn't solve...which uh, why were MC and Jae expected to solve this again?

There are countless Portraits in t his castle. Why did the Fat Lady and others decide out of the blue to leave their posts for Badeea's latest painting? This is far from the first time she's made one. This can't be the first time a painting of the Three Broomsticks has crossed Hogwarts' halls. The Three Broomsticks also isn't that exciting considering that you can paint just about anything. Why is Gryffindor Tower sealed like a Cursed Vault without the Fat Lady? Can't Dumbledore open it with magic? Can't they get another Portrait to stand in? Y'know, like they did in POA when the Fat Lady left her post? There are obvious solutions here, and unlike POA, the Fat Lady isn't exactly fearing for her safety. She's just throwing a tantrum. Couldn't McGonagall dismiss her, or at least threaten to, over something like this? The question that burns in my throat again and again is "Why is this our problem?" The quest tries to create a justification, but mostly it doesn't really care to. The reason we have to help isn't because it's our fault, it's because McGonagall will punish us if we don't.

The Portraits are whiny and entitled in this quest, but that's not even the worst part. Holy uncanny valley, Batman, what in god's name was up with that art style? Violet and the Fat Lady look genuinely disturbing, like they came out of a horror game. And you have to spend extended periods of time talking to them. I won't lie, I got uncomfortable. At least it was a distraction from the madness that was this plot. Once it got to the part where MC had to recite a poem to "Percival the Prat" I just kind of put my tea down and had a moment of reflection on how far this quest had taken us, and all of the stupid nonsense that MC was doing to appease these portraits. And all because they were threatened with detention if they didn't sort all this out, even though it wasn't their problem...deep sigh. There's a theme in this quest about listening to your friends and respecting their wishes...but this is not realized well at all. MC tried to do a nice thing for Jae and had no way of knowing it would all collapse. This situation did not arise because they failed to specifically ask Jae if he wanted their help. (He kind of hinted that he did, in the first place.)

Jae. Oh Jae. You were pretty whiny in this quest, yourself. Moping about at the start and then blaming everything on the person who checked in on you. Look, on one hand, I felt genuinely bad for him. McGonagall threatening him with detention on his damn birthday when he's always in detention and specifically opened up about how this was the one day of the year that he didn't want to be stuck there...and what he do, exactly? Not what did he do that was wrong, what did he do, at all? He was given a present. He didn't ask for it. He was simply given a present, that happened to go extremely wrong. McGonagall, what on earth are you playing at? Jae literally did not do anything, and he's a Gryffindor, so he's just as screwed by the Fat Lady's desertion as the others. I know I sound like a broken record at this point, but wouldn't it have made far more sense for the teacher in this quest to be Snape? Might have taken a bit of tweaking, but it would have been worth it. Speaking of, they had the nerve to reference not only the Dragon Club quest, but the Torvus quest. Trying my patience, game...

But even though I felt bad for Jae at first, my sympathy evaporated when he was passive aggressive, and later directly aggressive toward MC. As if any of this was their fault. Okay, so they had the idea to try and help Jae on his birthday. So? What does that have to do with the Fat Lady abandoning her post, or the other Portraits refusing to play ball? What does that have to do with the obscenely unreasonable terms that McGonagall issued? She didn't just stick this task on Jae's shoulders, MC was roped in as well. They're in this boat together and Jae blaming MC, even in the low-energy way he goes about it...just rubbed me the wrong way. I know this day was important to him...and maybe my personal opinions are shining through, but...it's only a birthday. You can celebrate your traditions tomorrow, or the next day, just as easily.

Wasn't a fan of the ending either. I couldn't believe my eyes when McGonagall asked MC to describe "what they had learned" and that she would listen, and then "decide their fate." I beg your pardon but what?! That was not the deal we made. At all. By this point MC has been running about the castle, working their ass off, just to fix this problem that has nothing to do with them. They did everything McGonagall demanded of them. They actually succeeded at this fool's task. After all of that, McGonagall is still considering detention? I could ramble about how unreasonable that is, but I think that's pretty obvious. So instead I'll just ask...aren't Gryffindors supposed to be honorable? Isn't McGonagall the Head of Gryffindor? She's still claiming the moral high-ground as she breaks her word?

Beyond that, I hate this. I hate being told to kneel and kiss the ring. Might be taking this a bit too seriously, but it's the same nonsense as the Torvus TLSQ. The same final insult, where MC is forced to write up an essay about what they learned, about why they were in the wrong, and the asshole who started all this was in the right. Not only did MC have to put up with this endless nonsense, they have to show that they "learned their lesson" and agree that what they went through was right. Or it's off to detention with them. This is why I couldn't enjoy the final party. I wasn't invested in Jae's happiness, or in saving his birthday traditions. I didn't care. I don't even imagine Luca going, I think they'd just wish Jae happy birthday and head back to their dormitory.

Y'know, I'm not sure what they're trying to do with McGonagall. I've always said that Luca's character involves them eventually growing to distrust and dislike the Hogwarts staff, minus Flitwick. And I've always struggled to justify including McGonagall in that group. Because if you've the read the books, you know she's fucking awesome. But as of recent quests...I don't think it's going to be hard for me to justify it anymore. HPHM has given me plenty of ammo, plenty of reason for Luca to dislike her. After this, and the Dragon Club quest...The Teacher Appreciation TLSQ feels pretty sour.

[spahhzy]

Promise.

No Fall AU. Fourth year.

*Dimension 52*

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"I promise Ruby on my name and life as an Arc you'll get that dance!

Ruby sighed for the umpteenth time as the music blared in the background students all around her were dancing and having a good time.

"He'll be here Rubes" Ruby looked up and saw her sister Yang, and the rest of her team along with Team JNPR minus its leader.

"Yeah ruby Jaune-Jaune will be here he promised!" Said Nora handing Ruby some punch.

Blake put a hand on her shoulder.

"Has he ever broken a promise too you?" She said and Ruby shook her head and looked at the clock and looked down at her red dress and evil lady stil-heels.

9:00pm

The dance was almost over.

Where is he?

Yang watched her sister sit in her chair away from the crowd upset.

"Where the hell is vomit boy?!" She said and Weiss nodded while looking at her scroll trying to get ahold of junipers leader. They all did Jaune had said he was going into Vale to get nice suit for his date/dance.

"It shouldn't have taken long...you don't think he is standing her up do you?" Blake asked

"Jaune isn't like that he made a promise...and you know how he is on promises especially ones to Ruby" Weiss said defending the knight. Over the course of the school years Jaune had earned her respect for all his hard work he put on at Beacon.

"Then where is he!?" Yang said eyes going red and kicked the railing as silence fell amongst the group.

-

From another side of the auditorium Glynda and Ozpin looked on seeing everyone having a good time well...not everyone.

"It would seem that...not everyone is enjoying themselves" said Ozpin as he eyed the Rose girl sitting in her chair, the red dress clashing with the white seats.

"Ah yes...miss Rose...apparently Jaune Arc was her date no?" Glynda asked to which Ozpin nodded.

"Perhaps Mr. Arc had second doubts?" She asked and Ozpin sighed.

"I don't think he would be the type...we've seen how far he'd go for people" Ozpin said as he recalled moments over of all Jaune's deeds he's ever done for him and many of the faculty members.

Suddenly a buzzing sound came from his scroll.

Pulling it out he looks to find an incoming call from...

"The Vale General Hospital?"

-

It was now 10:30.

The dance was 30 mins from being over and still no Jaune Arc.

No calls or texts.

No one could get ahold of the arc knight.

"I'm so sorry Ruby" came the voice of her sister as she came to comfort her.

"Sigh it's alright...I...I didn't expect him to break his promise though...sure we had a fight a few weeks back" Ruby said tears pooling in her eyes.

" I love him...I really love Jaune and he said he loved me...so why isn't he here" to which Yang just hugged her sister tightly as the DJ announced it was now time for the last slow songs of the night.

-

"This isn't like our fearless leader Ren!" Nora said as she took a sip of her drink.

Weiss was still working on trying to get ahold of the dolt but still so far nothing. No one had been able to get ahold of Jaune.

Suddenly Weiss scroll beeped and her screen came to life with 'Breaking News'

"Guys come look" She said to Ren, Nora, Pyrrha and Blake as they all gathered around to see a special news report.

"This is Lisa Lavender coming with you live on the scene from downtown vale where a explosion had just taken place just a few minutes ago" said the reporter as fire and smoke were present in the background as fire fighters came storming by.

"The explosion came during a conflict with a hostage situation involving 3 armed suspects in this building or what is left of the building before it toppled down"

"The three suspects before detonating the explosion were confronted by one individual but we are getting reports that he was a Beacon student" The moment she uttered those words everyone began to have a sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs.

"We do have video footage of the matter just before the building collapse from a near by cctv camera" she said before cutting to the video and their everyone's heart sank.

Their was Jaune, shield up and sword in hand dressed in his unbuttoned dress shirt and tux as the three individuals just looked on before pressing what looks like a button suddenly an explosion happened which showed Jaune was only knocked backwards a few feet before getting up, he looked to his right for some reason.

The camera picked up on his body glowing before the camera angle changed as suddenly a young woman was shown in the wreckage of the explosion crying out for help.

Every one was silent fear in the pit of their stomachs as they saw Jaune come to the ladies rescue able to get all the rock and debris out of the way before trying to get her somewhat stable to remove her from the situation.

Suddenly he looked up behind him as his body glowed again and he raised his shield up before suddenly mountains of rubble came crashing the CCTV cut off.

"We have reports that the lady in question after the rubble was cleared is okay! Though we do not know the status of the Beacon student in question as he neglected treatment before leaving..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Jaune was alive but they also realized that was why Jaune was late it was because-

"Renny look! Fearless leader!" Nora shouted in excitement as she took off with Ren and Pyrrha in tow.

Weiss immediately ran to the railing as their at the entrance was a clean, safe and alive Jaune Arc..

She looked on as Jaune rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment before Pyrrha pointed to all the way to the dance floor where the lonesome Ruby awaited.

Weiss sighed before sitting back down.

All would be well after, Arc kept his word.

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10:45pm

He really wasn't gonna come was he...

He really was gonna break his promise....

He -

"At the special request we are now going to play a special song before tonight's end"

*play whatever special slow song you'd think Ruby and Jaune would dance to*

Ruby's eyes widened that was her's and Jaune's song but wait...

"Hey craterface..." She heard his voice as suddenly the dancefloor that had many people dancing started to thin out before finally only one person was standing their.

Jaune Arc looked at her as she stood up from her chair.

Jaune looked to his right to see Yang giving him a thumbs up of approval, he nodded before wincing a bit as he walked forward.

Ruby started walking towards him...meeting him halfway before finally they were feet apart.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."

"I'm sorry I'm late...I didn't mean to make you think I was gonna stand you up...something happened in vale took longer then I expected" Jaune said to which Ruby shook her head before reaching in and giving him a hug.

"Your here...thats what matters...its our final Beacon dance and I wanted it to be with you" She said nuzzling into his chest as Jaune chuckled.

"Then would this lovely rose accompany me to our final dance of the night?" He asked to which he felt Ruby nod as they began to sway to the sound of music.

-

Weiss joined the others as they stared at the last two on the dance floor.

"So vomit boy tanked a building falling on him while saving someone...to think I couldn't get more impressed" Yang said as she was caught up to speed on why Jaune was late.

"That's our fearless leader alright a true knight in shining armour!" Nora said happily as Ren hugged Nora as Pyrrha and Blake all looked on in happiness.

Weiss scroll rang again and she pulled it out.

It was a call from the headmaster? That got everyone's attention.

"Hello? Headmaster how can I help you?"

Before she could get an answer a scream rang out and everyone turned back to the dance floor.

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"Glynda we must getJaune Arc immediately!"

Ozpin put away his scroll as Glynda looked at him confused.

"That boy was in a serious situation and no doubt its on the news by now but he refused help" He said as Glynda got up from her seat.

"His aura probably healed whatever damages he sustained" She tried to deduced as Ozpin shook his head.

"The young women he saved came in on the call from the General Hospital explained that he shielded her from the debris using his aura" his voice grim as he tried began scrolling in his contacts for Weiss Schnee.

"So then he is fine right? His aura saved her and him" to which Ozpin shook his head.

"His aura didn't stop everything...when the women came too she saw Jaune with a piece of-"

"Hello? Headmaster how may I help you?"

"Weiss it's of the utmost urgency yiu get to Jaune Arc and get Aura into his system now-"

But was cut off as a screamed pierced the auditorium.

-

The song played as they continued dancing.

Ruby was happy...it was everything she wanted she looked up and saw Jaune smiling down at her with tear blue eyes. It wasn't long before Jaune tilted his head down to her and she met him halfway before their lips met in a electric kiss.

Euphoria was all Ruby felt as she finally separated from the kiss and continued their dance.

"So how was that Vomit boy"

"Heh...it was...to die for" he said to her as he kept dancing as once again they tuned the world out.

Unbeknownst to Ruby...Jaune glowed brightly before his aura slowly started to shimmer away.

It wasn't a few more minutes before the song came to an end and they both stopped but continued hugging each other.

"I love you Jaune Arc...thank you for keeping your promise" Ruby said her arms still wrapped around his chest.

But Jaune said nothing.

"Hey...how about we go back to your room hmm cuddles and such?"

Jaune still said nothing and suddenly Jaune decided to lean against her becoming surprisingly heavier.

"Hey Vomitboy your too heavy for these lady stilt" She laughed but still Jaune was unresponsive and her hand started to get wet.

"Jeez Jaune were you sweating this dance your whole back is all...wet?" She looked at her right hand from behind him to find it was not sweat...but blood.

"Jaune..." she pulled her head back to look at his face and all she saw was lifeless blue eyes looking at her in a sad smile as he finally got to heavy and they both fell to the ground.

Ruby looked at him frightful as his he was facedown as blood began to pool out, soaking his tux and the dance floor.

Ruby began hyperventilating and the world seemed to slow down as she looked on at the love of her life laying down in his blood.

It was too much.

Ruby screamed.

"I promise Ruby on my name and life as an Arc you'll get that dance!"

For the 9 days of Lancaster.

Enjoy.