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notsunnyowo · 1 year

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Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader (part 2)

(part 1)

Soulmate.

Such a fascinating concept. One would be lucky to find the other half of their soul, their mate. That one person who completes you, makes you feel whole again.

Even if you might've never known that you could ever feel in such a way.

***

"Mom! Have you seen my other shoe? I can't find it anywhere!" (Y/n) called out, crouching down and looking around for her missing shoe.

"Have you tried looking on the drawers?"

"Of course I have! It's not anywhere!" The girl slumped. "I can't believe I managed to loose my shoe! I've officially got the worst luck ever."

"Oh quit your sulking." Her mother said as she entered the hallway and walked over to her daughter. "I'll find that shoe of yours."

"It's pointless mom! I've literally looked everywhere and there's absolutely no sign of my other-"

"Found it."

The awestruck girl looked at her mother as if she'd just done the most mind-blowing magic trick of all time. "What? How?"

Handing her the other shoe (Y/n)'s mother patted her daughter on the back. "Not important, now get a move on kiddo! You don't want to be late for school now, do you?"

Wiping the disbelief off her features, the (h/c) haired girl took the shoe and put it on, tying the laces into a neat knot.

"Bag? Check. ~ Uniform? Check. ~ Awesome attitude? Double check. M'all ready to go!" She smiled before giving her mom a quick hug goodbye.

"Bye mom! I'll see you after school!"

***

Emeny.

A person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. Most would consider themselves lucky not to have an encounter with such a person.

However.

Although a few. There are certain exceptions who'd be thrilled to meet that exact person.

***

With her hand tightly holding the strap of her bag, the girl made her way towards her new school.

UA High.

The school for the best of the best. The best school in Japan for any and all who sought a career in the hero business. Be it as a support item designer or a hero, UA was the best place for the job!

After all.. The top heroes had graduated there, so it only made sense that it was the best.

I can't believe I'm actually attending UA! This is so cool! Maybe I'll get to meet some Pro-Heros while on campus. ~ Wasn't there a rumor about All Might teaching here?

That would be so coo-

Slam!

Thanks to her daydreaming and not paying enough attention to her surroundings, the young girl walked right into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!-" She immediately apologized, embarrassment seeping into her with each passing second as she glanced at the tall blonde in front of get.

Sweet mother of cheese, is this guy real?

Right in front of her was standing a tall, broad guy who by her standards, looked like someone out of a teen magazine. She felt the heat rising to her cheecks as she realized that she was still pressed against his chest.

Am I dreaming or is that a six pack?-

Shooing those thoughts out of her head she immediately backed up.

Good lord he was hot.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you fucking see where you're going?" His gruff and extremely abrasive voice sounded.

So much for being hot.-

Upon further inspection the boy appeared to be around her age and absolutely pissed.

With a scowl matching the boy's one, (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. Tilting her head up, she glared back at him.

"Rude much." She spat, a strong distaste coating her words.

So what if she found him attractive? That was no way to speak to someone you just met! Even if they'd just bumped into you.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to say? ~ Perhaps a written apology? Would that suit your needs?"

"Oi, are you mocking me?!" The blonde shot back as a set of tiny explosions ignited in his hand.

Must be his quirk.

"And what if I am?" She said under her breath. "Mr. Blasty Mc-splody." The nickname rolled off her tounge with such ease she almost didn't realize she'd said it.

At that nickname, the already irritated blonde was now fuming with rage. Who did this girl think she was? Talking to him like that! He ought'a show her who's boss.

"You wanna say that again, you extra?" The boy growled, his words laced with venom.

"Oh, I dunno." Replied (Y/n), giving him a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. "Look. I'd love to stay and chat but- I've got places to be, people to meet. ~ So, y'know."

The girl further emphasized her words with a quick shoulder raze and a simultaneous side-tilt of her head.

"See ya!" She waved, before walking around the awestruck blonde and continuing on her merry way.

What the fuck just happened?

***

"UA at last!" (Y/n) sighed as she looked up at the large school building. "I still can't actually believe I made it here!"

The school was big, almost too big for her liking. There were so many different corridors and areas, one might get lost trying to navigate them! It was a pure miracle that (Y/n) didn't loose her way on her little quest to find class 1-A's homeroom.

Once she finally did though, she was immediately met with the colossal door in front of her classroom.

Woah.

Taking in a deep breath, the girl stepped trough the door and into the classroom. There weren't too many students inside giving the girl just about enough seating spots to choose from. Opting for a spot near the window she placed her backpack onto the desk.

"Hi there!" A voice from behind called out to her, causing the young student to quickly turn around and face whoever had approached her.

A girl with short pink hair and matching pink skin was smiling widely at her.

"Oh, hello." (Y/n) replied, sounding a bit more nervous than she intended to.

"I'm Mina Ashido! It's nice to meet'cha!"

Seeing the cheerful girl (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back. "Nice to meet you too. I'm (L/n) (Y/n)."

"So what school are you from (L/n)?" The pink-toned girl asked, leaning on the desk.

"Oh, I'm from Yokosuka Junior High." She answered before shooting the girl with a question of her own. "And you?"

"Mustafa Private Middle School." The pink skinned girl replied.

For the next few minutes Mina and (Y/n) conversed on various topics. From their middle school years to their future plans and aspirations. The two girls really hit it off.

But all good things must come to an end.

And so (Y/n)'s carefree conversation was interrupted from the abrupt commotion coming from the desk behind her.

"You cannot sit in such a manner! You are disrespecting the school with your behavior! You are at UA, show some respect!" The stern voice caught (Y/n)'s attention.

But what really had her head turning was the painstakingly familiar, gruff voice that followed.

"Did they shove a stick up your ass? Or were you just born with it?"

Oh you've gotta be kidding me-

(Y/n) simply couldn't believe her luck. Out of all the people that could be in her class why did it have to be that hot arrogant guy she stumbled upon on her way to school?

For a split second the two locked eyes with one another. Vermillion orbs meeting (e/c) ones. In that moment, the girl felt an odd sensation in her wrist. It was as if a sudden source of heat had been brought right up to it causing the flesh to warm up.

That was.. odd, to say the least.

Noticing that the blonde's attention was no longer situated on him, the blue haired male glanced over to what, or in this case who, had managed to steal his attention away from the clearly extremely important lecture, young Tenya was giving to this brash boy who was now his classmate.

He did not recognize the girl, leasing him to the clear assumption that she must be from another school. And if that was the case he must do the proper thing in this situation and introduce himself to her.

"You there!" The boy said gesturing to the startalled female.

"Me?"

"Indeed. I apologize, I haven't introduced myself yet. ~ I'm Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy." He finished.

"O-Oh, I'm (L/n) (Y/n).. From Yokosuka Junior High." (L/n) answered. "It's nice to meet you."

Well this guy's attention sure did a full 180! Wasn't he busy lecturing to Blasty over there just a minute ago?

"The pleasure is all mine." He answered, however his words fell on deaf ears as young (L/n) was far too occupied with trying to ignore the ruby eyes boaring holes into the side of her head.

If looks could kill she was sure she'd be a gonner.

It took her all the strength she could muster to simply not look back at the blonde.

Lucky for her however, their teacher soon came to the rescue and pried the blonde's eyes off her. Thank you Erasure Head!

"Settle down class.." The way too tiered-looking man began. His whole demeanor really did fit the whole "I don't get payed enough for this" trope. Disheveled and unkept look, tiered eyes, he looked like everything except what you'd normally expect a proper teacher to look like.

"Since most of you don't know each other we can start off by introducing yourselves to the rest of your classmates."

The air was silent for a moment as everyone looked at one another, waiting to see if anyone was good Ng to step up and be the first to break this deafening silence.

Not waisting any more time Aizawa gestured to a green green haired boy. "Go on." He began, gesturing to the boy with his hand, giving him the que to start with his introduction.

The next few minutes were filled spent with students telling the others their names and a few interesting things about themselves. Just as (Y/n) had expected.

Well...

That was until his turn came.

In all honesty she hadn't expected to find him so quickly. She was sure that it was going Ng to take quite a long time, perhaps even a lifetime till she found him.a

She saw it as quite astonishing if she were to be completely honest.

And.. slightly saddening at the same time. Or perhaps disappointing would be a better a better fit?

"The name's Bakugou Katsuki."

***

The name your get on your hand belongs to either your soulmate..

Or your mortal enemy.

There's a fifty percent chance that a person gets either choice which at first doesn't seem like such a bad deal.

And perhaps it isn't? Who wouldn't be happy that it isn't a lower percentage?

The only thing that would make it better would be for there to exist a simple and easy way to determine which one you've got, instead of leaving it up to your own judgement of that person.

So then..

What does that leave me at?

A game of soulmate or not?

Author Note:

Thank you all for the support on the first chapter! You can also find this story on Ao3 under the same title. My account is IAintSunny.

This will be a multiple part story and I hope to see you all in the next chapter of Your Name!

(part 3)

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preciouslandmermaid · 1 year

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and i'll break all my rules for you (joel x gn!reader)

note: Reader is only 4 years younger than Joel. GN!Reader & they/them pronouns used where needed, but otherwise no other terms are used. Takes place prior to the video game & tv-show (pre-canon).

(Not beta read, no use of Y/N). 💛 Feedback/reblogs always appreciated 💛

summary: You are paired with Joel for a smuggling run to the Massachusetts General Hospital outside of Boston. Despite Joel’s initial stoicism and penchant for antisocial behavior–you find yourself breaking all your own rules for him.

warnings: canon-typical violence, mature language, mild hurt/comfort, mentions of drug use/addiction, a sprinkle of quiet yearning

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“They’re a doctor, Joel.” Tess says, “a real one.”

“Non-military?” He asks dubiously.

You settle your hands on your hips, “I’m not a narc if that’s what you’re asking.”

Joel scoffs, “thought most of you were snatched up by FEDRA. How’d you get out?” His tone is sharp-edged and suspicious. Maybe even accusatory if you listen close.

You bristle. This smuggler has no right prying into your past. Rule #1 of staying alive: you don’t let people get close (and most people in the QZ know how to follow that one).

“I got lucky.”

“Joel.” Tess folds her arms across her chest, “we need them.” She gives him a weighted look. There are a thousand words in that single look. It speaks to their trust, their history, and you instinctively look away. You let Joel and Tess silently discuss your ability to run this job.

Eventually, he bends against the category-five force of nature that is Theresa "Tess" Servopoulos and says a gruff; “Alright.”

Joel isn’t a talker. And that suits you just fine. You don’t need words to complete this job unless those words are “Look out, someone’s gonna shoot you in the face.” Although, you rather like to think you’d be quick on the trigger if someone did try and shoot your face. (Getting shot would break Rule #2 on your guide to survival).

You make your way through the tunnels with your heart in your throat. Your sweat pools in the middle of your back. Your shirt sticks to your spine and beneath the straps of your backpack. It’s been minutes, you think, but it feels like hours.

You’ve never been outside of the QZ.

You open your mouth to ask Joel what to expect and then snap your jaw shut. He’s not a talker and you’ll see for yourself soon enough. You remember the world before it ended. You remember movie theaters, bad karaoke, and smoke-filled restaurants. You remember brightly lit grocery stores, loud playgrounds, and quiet libraries. You thought it would never end. You thought there would always be cars, concrete, and pop music.

So much for that. You bite the inside of your check. Now we’ve got FEDRA and ration cards and a fungal infection that desires full-scale invasion.

Joel says, “watch your head.”

He holds a rotted plank up and you crouch beneath it. When you pass him, your nostrils twitch with the scent of his body odor, but it doesn’t smell gross. Which is surprising considering showers are a rarity and you’ve stood in line for jobs with your nose and mouth plugged to block the stench.

The thought is quickly forgotten when you step outside for the first time in twenty years.

You exhale, “Holy shit.”

The world is a jungle. A cacophony of concrete and lush, vibrant wilderness. There is decay, there is destruction, you can see the iron gridwork of collapsed buildings like they’re its ribcage. But there is also beauty. The sky has never felt more open. It’s bluer, you think, than you’ve ever remembered. A shade of blue reserved for summer afternoons when you were small. The overgrowth of plant life sprawls like tiny capillaries over walls and chain link fences and through gaps in the rubble. The sunlight cuts through open rooftops and reflects rainbows off the broken windows.

You glance sidelong at Joel. He rubs his mouth with his hand. And although he’s looking at the horizon, you doubt the view has any effect on him. You suspect he’s mentally planning your next steps.

As if to prove you right, Joel points to a narrow alleyway, “we’ll take this route.”

You shift the weight of your backpack and nod.

~~~~~~~~~~

You shimmy through narrow alleyways and climb across wooden planks. It takes several minutes before it finally hits you. You’re surrounded by silence. The QZ always contains some level of background noise whether it’s FEDRA and their trucks, or people talking, or crackling fires. You hear every step you and Joel take, every rustle of the breeze through the buildings, every shift of your clothing, every beat of your heart. You stare at the back of his head. His hair is thick and streaked thinly with silver strands.

“Is it always like this?” You ask.

“Is it like what?”

“Like this.” You fall into step beside him and wave your arm, “this quiet.”

He glances at you. The furrowed line between his eyebrows deepens. “Could be quieter.” It’s a pointed yet passive aggressive statement.

You bite the inside of your cheek. It’s quiet enough, you figure, to ask the question that’s been gnawing at your stomach since yesterday morning.

You ask, “what is your problem with me?”

Joel shifts his shoulders in an almost-stretch. “I don’t have a problem with you, doc. I just…” He glances sidelong at you, then away, his scowl etches into the lined grooves of his face. “It’s odd, alright? It’s odd that a doctor doesn’t work for FEDRA.”

He sniffs. “I don’t trust it.”

I don’t trust you. That’s what he means to say, and you’re not even surprised by it. You don’t trust him either. You trust him to complete this job. You trust him to survive (with or without you). You don’t bother trying to give him explanations as to how you’ve avoided FEDRA’s grasp. Truly, it was pure, dumb luck. You fell through the cracks. An authoritative regime liked to shoot first and ask questions later and their bureaucracy was shit. FEDRA wasn’t asking folks for their resume, and it was easy enough to lie once you were in the QZ. You’d rather be a coward and survive, then a hero and get yourself killed.

That’s why you had rule #3: Always run if shit goes sideways.

You shrug, “There are other medical professionals hiding out in the QZ. Not everyone jumped at the chance to be a FEDRA dog.”

Joel doesn’t reply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Joel explains quietly that you’ve got to cut through the library to reach the hospital. You’re not thrilled about the enclosed space, but what can you do?

The air is rich with gray dust motes and dead fungal cells. You and Joel step quietly (so silently a librarian would be proud!) through the dilapidated shelves and collapsed aisles. The magazines on the front desk are rotted into pulp. It smells of decay and damp mold and soggy newspapers. Many of the tables and chairs are snapped in half, chewed by termites, or broken by passing survivors for kindling or weapons.

The large hole in the ceiling has allowed every element of weather to permeate the library into a tomb of dead literature. If you close your eyes, you can imagine the ink running rivers through the aisles, around fallen rubble, and spilling down the stone steps. The children’s section of the library is muted in color. All the bright stuffed animals are chewed, stuffing crawls out of their eye sockets, and vibrant plastic toys are covered in grime.

You touch a shelf in passing, letting your fingertips graze the water-logged spine, and imagine the pages crumbling within. Your heart squeezes like a vice.

Mechanical textbooks, poetry, and biographies, and books on tape and DVDs–gone. As if they never existed. And now children are taught in FEDRA schools, taught to shoot, and taught the FEDRA-version of history.

Something snags in your chest, and you instinctively turn your face away from Joel’s so he can’t see. Your eyes prick with tears. You’ve seen bodies piled to burn, you’ve seen civilians shot down in the street, you’ve seen horrors upon horrors and lost everyone you’ve ever loved. You shouldn’t be crying over dead, lost books.

But it feels like a piece of humanity that is irrevocably lost.

The future opens like a black void, like a pit, like the mouth of hell beneath your feet. What’s the point in completing this job? You ought to just take the meager supplies you have and keep walking into the abyss. Maybe you’ll find something better or maybe you’ll be eaten–consumed–by the infected. Maybe that would be better than this. This pretense of a life worth living. It wasn’t even life. It was purely survival. Your breath stutters and you clear your throat despite the sharp, cold glass lodged inside of it.

“Hey,” Joel’s tone mirrors that of a cowboy trying to soothe a spooked horse. “Where’d you go?” He steps in front of you, snapping his fingers and it breaks your zoned-out focus on the books. You shake your head.

“‘M fine.” Your words string together like a children’s beaded bracelet.

“Keep your head on straight, doc.” He admonishes. “We’re almost there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hell breaks loose in the sound of a scream.

It doesn’t make sense that raiders should be here so close to the QZ. But, they are. Joel grabs your arm and jerks you sideways into one of the cavernous divots formed by two bookshelves that fell into one another. You crouch-walk through the make-shift tunnel with cold, stagnant water dripping onto your head and shoulders from the shelves.

The raiders run through the library while hollering profanities at one another. Their faces are covered by gas masks or simple cloth face-masks and ski goggles. You count the footsteps and watch the elongated shadows cross over the mossy walls. It’s a small group. Hopefully they just run through and keep going.

Joel’s breath is warm on your cheek, “there’s three,” he whispers.

You nod minutely to signal that you’ve heard him, but you don’t trust your voice to speak. He cranes his neck to peer around the shelf and you watch the tendons shift on his dusky throat. He glances over his shoulder toward you and lifts his index finger to his lips. His dark eyes are pensive, hard, and focused. Like two chips of dark amber, like pieces of obsidian.

You wait, listening, your body crouched and muscles stiffening. The raiders have moved to the south section of the library. You can hear them rifling through things–furniture is moved, either smashed or kicked over, and book pages flap wetly as they are tossed aside.

Joel leans close in again. So close you feel his body heat radiating from him. You smell his sweat again. Your heart threatens to break free from your ribs.

He whispers into your ear, “this place is already picked clean which means they’re probably looking for an old stash. If we take the second floor we can sneak past ‘em.”

You carefully follow Joel’s steps. He’s drawn his revolver, but you keep your own piece holstered at your hip. Your palms are slick, and you don’t trust yourself to hold a gun properly. If these raiders see you–you’re going to run. No question about it.

Joel grimaces, his face taught in concentration, as his shoulder slowly pushes open a rusted, stairwell doorway. Every sound he makes feels like a gunshot, like a noose tightening around your throat. You glance around, paranoid and cautious, before Joel makes a quiet sound in his throat.

You meet his eyes. He flicks them into the created narrow space of the doorway. He wants you to go first. You angle your body to the side, your chest brushes against Joel’s as you pass, and side-step through the door. The touch doesn’t even register until after you’re in the clear and even then–your mind cannot process anything beyond the potential for death, the threat of the raiders.

Your sticky palm holds the door handle and Joel follows you into the stairwell. You muffle your relieved sigh behind your fist. You climb the stairwell like mice trying to avoid an angry housecat. The stairwell is metal and rusted, but it holds your weight and doesn’t creak too much. Joel takes the lead.

His eyes are constantly checking you. They are brief, passing glances. You’re not sure who is more paranoid at this point–you or him. Although, it’s probably you.

You keep checking over your shoulder as if the raiders will appear like ghosts behind you. What will you do if they find you? Where can you run to in this cramped, tinnitus-dangerous stairwell?

Your foot slips as the rusted step gives way. Just your luck, right? You swallow your gasp of alarm, your shout of terror, and your arms windmill to regain your balance.

Joel’s hand shoots out and catches you effortlessly by the wrist. He pulls you forward with surprising, wiry strength and onto the step he’s standing upon. Your cheeks burn. He releases your wrist, nods, and you keep moving.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun has almost fully set by the time you manage to escape the library. The sounds of the raiders on the floor below echoes in your eardrums. Joel led you through the destroyed second floor (which was arguably worse for wear than the first floor). He guided you over wooden planks, and through bookshelves, until you finally climbed out through a broken window and onto the roof.

The warm air tastes so, so sweet.

You plant your hands on your knees, breathing heavily, your sweat drips down your face and over your spine in sticky, moist rivers.

Joel taps your shoulder and signals with a tilt of his head that you need to keep going. At this rate, you’ll reach the hospital by nightfall. Not an ideal situation, but what choice do you have? You have a job to do. You can’t turn away and run back to the QZ with your tail between your legs. The job runs bigger than just you and Joel, and you steal a moment to wonder if Tess told him the details. You push the thought from your mind. There is no use in speculating about Joel and Tess’s relationship. Once the job was done you’d never work together again unless fate played its tricky hand.

Your flashlights cut sharp, white lines through the deserted and overgrown streets. The hospital is derelict and dark. It poses like a forgotten specter over the street. Alongside the destroyed cars and police vehicle, there is an overturned and torched ambulance near the ER entrance. If you were to shine your flashlight into those cars, or the doorway, you have no doubt in your mind that you would find corpses. A chill shivers across your damp skin. You hope there are no infected inside, but it’s a risk you’ll have to take.

You lead Joel around the side of the building and shine your flashlight up toward a broken window. Wordlessly, he situates himself near the brick wall and laces his fingers to hold your foot. You grunt in unison as Joel boosts you into the window. You awkwardly grip the window ledge, avoiding a large piece of glass, and shimmy your torso up and over.

You land and grumble, “fuck.” Your boots crunch on scattered, broken glass.

A quick cursory glance around the room reveals two skeletons sitting upright in their beds. Their clothes and blankets have rotted and are pocketed with moth-eaten holes. Their eye-sockets bloom with dead and ashen fungus that spreads like spidery roots across the wall behind them and stretches toward the ceiling. Their wrists and ankles are secured to the beds with thick, leather clasps. You shine your flashlight over their bodies and golden, empty bullet casings glitter on the floor. Shot dead. There’s no telling when they died–were they shot on day zero? Or did some scavenger pass through and shoot them out of fear or pity?

You take off your coat, bundle it into your arms, and sweep away some of the glass. You pull a rope from your backpack, tying it on a metal bedpost, before you drop it to Joel. The hewn rope cuts into your palms and fingers like woven splinters as you hold it steady.

You release a silent sigh of relief when Joel crests over the window and joins you. Something akin to relief uncoils in your stomach when you see him. It’s not like you expected him to bail or anything. Joel doesn’t strike you as that kind of guy. However, being alone in the hospital, even for a few seconds…is unnerving. You are safer with him beside you. It’s not sentiment or tender, warm feelings creating that thought. It’s pure, survival-based logic.

“The stash is just across the hall.” You whisper.

Joel nods gruffly.

You pull your pistol from its holster and force your arms not to shake as you walk toward the door. It creaks. The hinges are flecked with rust. A constellation of acrid, gray dust plumes and swirls in front of your face. Your flashlight beam bounces over fallen IV poles, and wheelchairs, and gurneys. And corpses. Dozens of corpses. You listen, and breathe, and push the door infinitesimally wider. The hospital yawns and stretches and rises like an old alley cat to meet you. A hundred memories tug at your shirtsleeve and beg for your attention. You tell yourself you cannot indulge in reflection. You must focus on the task at hand. You have to survive this.

You tentatively step across the hallway with your heart lodged in your throat. The ten or so steps it takes to cross the hall feel like a hundred. You are only aware that Joel is following because you can hear his breath. You intentionally mirror him - his inhale and exhale - and a semblance of calm radiates across your worried nerves.

The closet winces open.

The handle of a mop barrels toward you. You inhale sharply through your nostrils.

You catch it before it hits the floor.

Your eyes lift to Joel’s, and he gives you a look that seems to say– “Nice one.” You cannot decide if his look is sarcastic or not. You weasel yourself into the janitor closet and push your fingers behind the plastic bottles of glass-cleaner. You bite the inside of your cheek. What if it’s gone? You don’t know what you’ll do. You don’t know what you’ll say to Tess.

After some blind searching, your fingertips finally touch a plastic bag taped to the underside of the shelf.

Thank fuck.

You tuck the bag of mixed pills into your backpack. You quietly slip from the closet and dip your chin toward Joel.

He raises both eyebrows then whispers, “is it all there?”

“I think so.”

You and Joel return to the first room. Together, you brace the door with whatever spare furniture you can find. Two chairs meant for visitors. An IV pole. Two cheap, wooden nightstands. You hate how flimsy it looks. How vulnerable. An infected could easily break through that.

“That's all we got.” Joel says. “I ain’t risking moving the beds.”

You massage your hand over your neck, “yeah, no shit.”

“We’ll move at first light.”

“Fine.” You remove a ration from your bag. A sense of unease and doubt gnaws at your empty stomach. “Joel…?”

“Hm?”

He looks over at you with an inquisitive, yet chagrined expression. He hears the question in your tone, maybe even wants to answer, but likely hates all this talking. Realistically, you think you and Joel have said less than 50 words to each other. You tear a corner of the ration off with your teeth. It’s chewy and gritty and too salty.

“We’re good here, right?” You ask slowly, your voice sounding far too small for your liking, “I can’t shake the feeling that the raiders followed us.”

Joel shifts his weight. He is silent for a few seconds, his face closed off, his gaze on the fungal skeletons eternally resting in their deathbeds.

Finally, he says; “I’ll keep watch.” He glances at you, “get some rest.”

You doubt you’ll manage anything more than a few fretful minutes, but it’s better than nothing. You don’t want to be jumpy and anxious from a lack of sleep. At this sudden thought, you try to catch Joel’s eyes again.

“What about you?”

He shrugs one shoulder, “I’ll be fine.”

His answer annoys you. You’ve spent the entire day climbing through rubble and avoiding raiders. You brought him to the hospital. You got the stash. You followed through on your end of the bargain and yet…

“You really don’t trust me huh?”

Joel snorts, “not really, no.”

Offended, you cross your arms, “have I done something specifically or is that just your general asshole attitude to everyone?” You ask, snappish.

You know it’s hypocritical. You know it is. You can’t help it. Whether it’s adrenaline wearing off, or hunger, or tiredness that is the cause for your tone doesn’t really matter. Your skin itches with restlessness. Hasn’t Joel been paying attention? You’re not a smuggler like him. You’ve never been outside the walls! You risked your life for this job.

Joel cuts you with his dark gaze. “It’s my attitude toward everyone, yeah.” He replies coldly. “But especially to so-called doctors who somehow aren’t dead or with FEDRA.”

You roll your eyes.

“Oh sorry!” You pat your pockets dramatically, “I don’t have my credentials on me.”

He sighs. The weight on his shoulders deepens. He pinches his brow. Your harsh flashlight illuminates his torso and face in blue-white. His flashlight emits a halo of light. The dark, spidery-fungus frames Joel like two membranous wings. For a passing moment, he appears like a martyr, a patron saint of little patience and years of quiet agony.

“I trust Tess.” He says, “she said we needed you because you knew where this stash was…but you wouldn’t say how you knew…and you wouldn’t tell her where it was or why you needed to go. So, I’m standing here, and I’m thinking that I could’ve done this job with Tess. And if I did then we’d be back in the QZ by now.”

He continues, “you’re inexperienced, you’re jumpy, and it’s a miracle you haven’t stepped on a network yet.”

You flinch.

“So, yeah, doc. I’m having trouble trusting you considering you haven’t done a damn thing to earn it.”

You turn away from him. You’re too old to be sulking, but dammit (and damn him!) you are. Did watching his back not count for anything? Your success in moving stealthily? The fact that you didn’t lose your fucking cool at any point?! Your nostrils flare. You won’t jump over hoops and climb mountains to earn his trust. And why should you?! He’s kept you alive at this point but the same could be said for you. You don’t expect his whole trust, not even half of it, but you expected something. A shred of trust. A scrap.

You settle against your backpack as a pillow and zip up your coat all the way to your chin. The minutes unhurriedly pass in awkward, tense silence.

You realize, bitterly, that you trust him. It’s not fair that he doesn’t trust you in return. A second realization crawls into your mind. And it’s somehow worse than the first.

The fact that you trust Joel (just a little bit!) means that you’ve let him in. You care what happens to him. You want him to survive. Hell, he’s not even a friend! Yet, you don’t see him as baggage or a liability. You don’t see him as a simple asset to your own survival. And yet….and yet…he’s earned a tiny, tiny piece of your trust.

You’ve broken rule number one: don’t let people get close. You always assumed that rule functioned in a primarily receptive way. As in, other people getting close to you and not the other way around. Your eyebrows draw together in annoyance and frustration. Silence stubbornly stretches onward while Joel watches the door and you watch him.

Quietly, you admit, “I used to work here. Not during the outbreak, though. Like, years earlier.” You stubbornly close your eyes to hide Joel’s face from your view, “an ex-resident told me about the pills. She wasn’t able to…obtain…them before they fired her.”

You flick your tongue across your dry lips.

“We were friends.”

You wonder what happened to her. You wonder if she’s alive in some other QZ. You wonder if she’s clean, or if she’s happy. Finally, you wonder if she’s dead. You try to remember the color of her eyes and are met with a void. An empty lot where a memory lived and then was evicted by your mind to make room for something else.

“She asked me to get them for her…but I never did.” You clear your throat, “we stopped being friends after that.”

Rule number one is officially and monumentally fucking broken.

Joel is so goddamn quiet that you suddenly fear he hasn’t been listening. Your eyes snap open. Joel is looking at you–his brow furrowed, his lips gently parted. You’ve seen this expression on his face before. He’s pensive and calm. Usually, this look is reserved for when he’s planning routes of escape.

He asks softly, “you thought she’d come back for it?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, “she was technically banned from the hospital, but she could’ve had someone else do it or…” Your eyes trail upward to the spore-marked ceiling, “gone herself wearing a disguise or something? I don’t know.” You say while laughing weakly.

“And that’s why you wanted to come.” He guesses.

You nod. “I knew there was a chance that I could be wrong. I didn’t want to risk anyone else for that.”

Joel’s mouth thins, “just me.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “just you.”

You sense the fragile truce between Joel and yourself. Satisfied, you close your eyes again and try to settle into a semblance of rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Joel shakes your shoulder. Hard. Your mouth instinctively opens to groan or wince and Joel’s hand snaps over your mouth. You groggily blink at him, tugging at his coat sleeve, glaring, but Joel’s expression is pleading. His eyes are big, and sorrowful, and deep, dark brown like roasted coffee. His index finger presses to his lips. You tilt your head and try to speak against his hand. His fingers press a little harder into the meat of your cheek.

A clicking noise echoes down the hallway.

A sour taste of fear floods your senses. Your grip on Joel’s forearm tightens and your eyes widen as if they could somehow absorb all visual stimuli and discover a way out of this new mess. Joel slowly pulls his hand away from your mouth. His eyes side-glance to the window. You’re lucky you had the foresight to clean up some of the glass after your first entry.

He doesn’t need to tell you twice. You establish a new knot onto the hospital bed leg and toss the rope out of the window.

Joel jerks his chin to the blossoming, rosy dawn that spills like silk into the room. You peel your jacket from your shoulders and drape it over the broken glass on the windowsill. You’d rather not accidentally slice open an artery while there’s a clicker loose in the building. You squeeze the rope in your hands. Rule #3: Always run if shit goes sideways. You throw your leg over the ledge.

The rope pulls taunt against the bedpost. The metal scrapes against the linoleum. You and Joel share an identical ‘Oh, fuck!’ expression.

The clicker runs through the hallways and knocks over who-knows-what along the way. Always run, always run…You freeze on the ledge. Joel moves toward you. Unthinking, unbidden, your hand drops the rope and grabs Joel by the arm.

You pull him. The world tilts sideways. A sense of vertigo rushes through your body before the ground hits you. All air is forced from your lungs in a painful, tense wheeze. A field of twinkling white stars dance in front of your eyes. Your ribs ache. You suspect more than one of them is bruised from Joel’s weight falling onto yours.

Did it count as breaking rule number three? You ran, but you ensured Joel’s safety as well as your own. Joel lifts you to your feet. His grip is steady and sure.

“C’mon.” He whispers urgently before pulling you with him.

Who are you kidding? Rule number three is definitely broken.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You have the shittiest luck in all of Boston. You and Joel make it nearly halfway to the library (which you are planning to go around) before a raider literally runs into you. His body collides with yours, but he’s faster on the draw with his weapon.

His heavy automatic gun swivels and points to you and Joel.

“Hold it!” There’s a tremor of terror in his voice. You glance around. He’s alone. That’s weird. The raider is wearing a FEDRA issue body vest, camouflage pants, boots, and a visorless motorcycle helmet. His ammunition is strapped over his chest like he’s in a bad 80s action movie.

His watery brown eyes notice the backpacks, “Drop your bags! And any weapons!”

“Easy.” You say, your arms raised, “we’re just passing through. This doesn’t have to get violent.”

“You’re right!” He snaps, “it doesn’t! So, drop the fucking bags and whatever else you have!”

You’re not sure what exactly clues you into the raiders’ next move. Maybe his eyes flick to Joel for a nanosecond. Maybe, you think, he sees Joel as a bigger threat (which is rather misogynistic of him but whatever).

Your feet move before your brain has time to catch up.

The bullet bites into the meat of your leg and you eat a face-full of dirt and gravel. The tiny, jagged rocks burn as they scrape across your skin and rip your palms and chin. You try to pinpoint the pain radiating through your body and roll painfully onto your back. Your lungs are wheezing for air. You prod your jeans with your fingertips to find the bullet entry point. Thank God. The femoral artery and vein isn’t punctured. You’d be dead otherwise.

Your wet bloodied fingers crawl along your thigh and finally find the hole. The relief is minor compared to the pain you’re in. You dig your finger and press against the bullet hole in an agonizing, guttural cry. It feels like a clean shot, but you can’t be sure. Your rule number two (don’t get fucking shot!) has been officially broken. And you did it to save Joel. Your world goes blurry with pain and tears. The muted gray scenery takes a moment to re-focus.

And when it does–you see Joel on top of the raider. His knuckles bloom carnation red. His chest heaves with labored, deep breaths.

“Good.” You murmur, “my risky move paid off.”

“Your risky move nearly got you killed.” He snaps before crouching beside you.

“That’s a weird way to say thank you.” You apply firm pressure to your bullet wound, “he was gonna shoot you.” Weirdly, the thought makes you want to laugh. You bite down on the hysterics bubbling inside your chest. It’s adrenaline. Your body is in shock. You tell this information to yourself like a meteorologist explaining the weather. It helps a little.

Joel scowls. “I had it handled, doc.” His hands shake as he digs through his bag. You decide not to draw attention to it.

Your eyebrow ticks upward toward your hairline, “were you going to glower him to death?”

“Enough.” He holds a rolled bandage in his hand, “let me see.”

“I can walk.” You start to protest and flinch when he reaches for you. “We gotta move out of here.”

“You need your hands.” Goddamn, you think, Joel is a stubborn sonofabitch. You reluctantly pull your hand away from your thigh.

“Clean through?” He asks while wrapping your thigh in gauze.

You wince. The pressure is necessary to halt the bleeding, but it still fucking hurts. “I think so. Yeah. Yeah, hopefully. ” A clean shot without any gun shrapnel or broken bones will be a miracle.

He says, “we’ll get a better look at it later.” You look away from your wrapped leg and meet Joel’s dark gaze. He holds your stare for a beat longer than you expected. You’ve never had much time to look at him–really look at him–and you realize he’s got a handsome, weathered, and tired face. Something inside your chest flutters.

You look away before he does. “Yeah, alright.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Wincing and breathing heavily, you manage to limp your way through the streets and caved-in buildings. You cling to Joel for support when needed until he finds a safe spot to rest. You help him push an old refrigerator in front of a doorway and black spots dance in front of your vision. The pain radiates through your leg like fire. Your face glistens with sweat.

But before you can topple over, Joel catches your shoulder in his familiar, steady grip. One moment he was standing on the opposite side of the fridge and the next moment he was next to you.

He murmurs, “easy now.” And guides you to sit down and extend your leg. You breathe harshly through your nostrils and squeeze your eyes shut.

“We have to stop the bleeding.”

You hear Joel’s bag unzipping, “I know.”

“There’s a kit in my bag.”

“Okay.” You hear your bag being unzipped. “I see it.” He says.

“Apply pressure and…” You realize distantly that you’re slurring your words, “sterilize the needle…”

“I know.”

You feel his hands on your thigh. His palms and fingers encircle the painful space. You can feel the heat of him, the heat of his touch, his bodily warmth. Your eyelashes flutter open. Joel is so close…his head is bowed, his expression grim and focused, and a little sheen of sweat dappled his wrinkled forehead. Joel pours disinfectant onto his hands and briskly rubs them together. Your blood-soaked bandage is pulled away.

He shines a flashlight into the pulsing, wet wound. Some of your blood has clotted around the entry point in thick, dark red clumps. Your fingers twitch. You want to clean and care for it yourself. You want to stitch it up. But, that would risk too much infection. Your hands aren’t clean. You have to trust Joel and trust that the injury won’t kill you.

“Here, bite down on this.” He says while handing you a faded, colorless cloth bandana. You shove the fabric into your mouth and bite down at the first sharp sting of the needle poking through your skin.

You reach out and clutch Joel’s shoulder for support. Your fingertips dig into his muscles. Your arm trembles as you squeeze him. Your vision goes soft and blurry with tears. The needle bites and bites and bites until your skin is pulled together again. Your sense of time is completely distorted as you walk between worlds on the verge of passing out while crying out in pain.

Joel mutters quietly, “don’t worry. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you here. You’re gonna be alright.”

You think you mumble, “I know.” but you can’t be sure.

When Joel is finished, and the wound is wrapped, the strangest thing suddenly happens. Neither of you move. Your hand remains on his tense shoulder. His hands are applying unnecessary additional pressure to your thigh. Your ragged breath syncs to his. Your eyes burn with tears and sweat that’s dripped from your brow.

Something magnetic draws your gaze to his. He watches you with intensity and something else–something hot and sharp and dark.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask breathlessly.

“You did a stupid thing.” He deadpans.

“He was going to shoot you.” You enunciate every word.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do!” You rush out, your eyes bright from exertion, “I saw it in his face. He was going to shoot you and then me because it would’ve been easier to rob us.”

Joel replies, “he was a scared kid.”

“Fine!” You spit out, “maybe he wasn’t going to shoot us. Maybe he was just going to alert his buddies and then they’d rob us, or kill us, or capture us for their sick amusement. Either way, I don’t regret it Joel, and neither should you!”

The skin under Joel’s collar flushes red, “You got shot!”

“Yeah, well, I’m not dead!”

Joel jerks away from you as if you’ve slapped him. His hands leave your leg, and he pulls the pocket of pills and tiny, injection vials from your bag. You scowl at his coldness, his distance. He scowls at the plastic baggie.

“I recognize some of these…”

You sigh and lean your head against the wall, “not everything in there is for pain.”

“What else is there?” He says while holding a tiny vial of morphine close to his face, “besides this I mean.”

“Antibiotics.” You say, “my friend would sell them…y’know…to people who couldn’t afford it ‘cause of the scam known as the American healthcare system.”

He nods absentmindedly while procuring some pills for you. And he passes his water bottle to you as well. You take both pills (after visually confirming that one was a low-dosage pain medication, and the other was a general antibiotic). You sit in silence while watching the tense rise and fall of Joel’s shoulder out of the corner of your eye.

You say, “I’m not sorry, Joel.”

Joel chuckles under his breath, “yeah, I know.”

He shifts his body and settles next to you with a loud, heavy sigh. His hands are smeared with your blood, the color bright like red poppies or dark like fresh cherries, depending on the angle of the light.

“We have to wait till nightfall to re-enter QZ…” He says and although there’s gruffness to his tone you think you hear warmth in it too (or its the drugs). “In the meantime, you ought to rest.”

“Mhm, yeah, alright.”

Your head lolls sideways and your temple lands on Joel’s warm, solid shoulder. To your surprise and secret delight–he doesn’t push you away. He doesn’t relax or lean into you either. Instead, he’s more like a warm statue. But you don’t mind. You broke all your goddamn rules for him, and you can afford to be a little self-indulgent after the past two days. It won’t kill you.

You’re going to have to establish some new rules once you return to the QZ. (And yes, rule number two should probably remain the same).

Your thoughts drift and carry you into a dreamless, gray void.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Joel folds his arms across his chest, unsmiling, and watching you. Turns out–you are a doctor. (Or at least, you were before the known world ended). You crouch beside a sick kid–obviously the kid is not infected, but sick with something that looks like pneumonia based on how hard the kid is trying to breathe. Their skin is glassy with sweat and every few seconds they cough like they’re going to lose a lung.

Tess gravitates to his side. Her hands slide into the back pockets of her jeans.

She says, “I didn’t even think to consider they were getting the drugs to help other people. I figured it was just more opioids.”

Joel sniffs, “yeah.”

“Did they tell you anything?”

He frowns and shakes his head, “not much.”

“Well, they’re honest. They gave me our agreed upon cut and then some extra.” She glances sidelong at Joel, “would you work with them again?”

He watches you as you talk quietly with someone’s mother. Your expression is smooth and there’s a practiced and comfortable ease in the way you move, the way you talk. Outside the QZ, he considered you a goddamn liability. A nuisance. But, then you took a bullet for him. You dragged him out of a window to flee from a clicker. You risked your life to help these civilians (who probably don’t deserve it). You lean against your cane and walk toward him and Tess.

Joel rubs his jaw and his stubble is scratchy and rough beneath the pads of his fingers. He recalls the weight of your head on his shoulder. He recalls your eyes bright with strain, wide with fear, sparkling with amusement, and narrowed in annoyance. He wants to answer Tess’ question before you reach him.

“Yeah,” answers Joel, “I would.”

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I have been tagged for this by an astonishing amount of people, thank you for thinking of me @chocoluckchipz @ladyofthenoodle @kasienda @rosie-b and @burntwaffle12! 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

58 (+ 1 in hiding because past me couldn't handle having unfinished fics fdgh)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

333,162 words (+ about 80k of heist AU will be joining this slowly)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Miraculous Ladybug (I have fics for Harry Potter and The Inheritance Games but I don't really consider myself someone who actively writes for those fandom)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hiding in Plain Sight

don't ask questions you don't wanna know

seven is my lucky number

Save You a Seat

17 days, 2 hours and some odd minutes

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I wrote all that and someone decided to write back and discuss it with me? of course I will!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmm, maybe hold your friends close (but your enemies closer)? but I do regularly get yelled at when someone at the Writers Guild remembers the flowers that we've grown together, so that's a win too

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably seven is my lucky number with the sappiest-happiest ending. though the ending that makes me the happiest must be that of Felonies and Other Love Languages

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really *knocks on wood*

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no because I'm a coward 😭 (also writing smut is so hard! though it is known that ace people write the best, so maybe I'm naturally talented and just don't know it)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

not really. in Lost & Found the Teen Titans kind of adopt Adrien but they don't have dialogue because it's not a proper crossover. similarly, in Fighting Dragons with You Cedric Diggory is mentioned and Dramione is canon (to me), but all of that has zero impact on the plot

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, a few to Russian

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, I tried it a couple times, but only one fic of those did we ever finish.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

love-square!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

fdgfhj all of my WIPs at the moment? 😂 honestly it would be so nice to have (no one can) rewrite the stars finished (that's my hidden fic, ladrien dating/marichat soulmates), but I don't think I'll ever be excited about it enough again to go back and rewrite the 20k chilling in my docs that I planned to do after realizing the current setup wasn't the best it could be

16. What are your writing strengths?

planning, keeping details in check. I usually tinker enough with details that there's not many inconsistencies left. also, I think I'm good with dialogue and usually with the pacing of information

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

not stressing over how something is phrased and putting down actual words instead. it makes writing so excruciatingly slow and sometimes stressful that I want to get things perfect. also, descriptions are so hard, because I don't want to describe things plainly or in a dull way, but finding interesting ways takes a lot of effort.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it, but honestly most of the time you're probably better off using italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Felonies and Other Love Languages <333

tagging @valiantlyjollynightmare @noirshitsuji @sunfoxfic @peachcitt @anna-scribbles if you feel like playing <3

#miaraculous writing #tag game #20 questions for fic writers #writing

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Daechwita/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 9.5k

Includes- fluff, Daechwita practice Yoongi, oral, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, multiple orgasms

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Part 2

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Yoongi POV

The phone rings in my ear while I wait for her to pick up

It's early, 9 am

She loves sleep and she's a late sleeper

I hope she won't get mad at me for calling her so early

I'm looking at the sword I bought and I'm excited to use it

I just want her there with me

"Naekkeo!", she picks up, sounding happy, "Hi"

I can't help but smile

She's so adorable

"Hi jagi"

"What's up baby?"

I don't know why but I'm nervous about asking her to come with me to practice

I think it's because this time it's just going to be me

"Are you working today jagi?"

"Nope. Not today"

"Oh ok"

"Why naekkeo?"

"I uh, I have to go to practice and I wanted to know if you uh wanted to come? With me?"

I like when she comes to practice

I feel like I can do the choreography better with her there

And I love looking at her when we're dancing

It's so easier to act sexy when I'm looking at her

"Yeah baby! Of course I'll come. I love watching you dance"

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Yeah naekkeo. You want me to come get you?"

I think for a second

I wanna surprise her with the sword but I can hide it in a bag

"Yeah jagiya, if you want"

"Of course I want to Yoongi. I'm gonna get ready and I'll text you when I'm leaving ok?"

"Yeah jagi. Thanks"

"Sure Yoongi. See you soon"

"Ok bye jagi"

"Bye baby"

I hang up the phone and sit on my bed to wait for her

I'm so lucky I found her

She's my first serious girlfriend

I've dated other idols, a few makeup artists, all secretly of course, but it never last more than a month or two

Everyone wants to be with an idol until the realize what it entails and how limited our time really is

I basically gave up

The other guys were able to find girls who genuinely love them and want to be with them

And yeah, I was jealous but I got over it

I figured I'd find someone eventually

And I found the perfect girl

We met eight months ago when we did a fan meet

She was a staff member at the venue guiding us where to go and calling the ARMYS row by row

The second I saw her my mouth dropped

She is fucking gorgeous

Big deep dark brown eyes, beautiful smile, bright orange hair at the time

She's short and small, perfect for holding tightly and cuddling

And I had no clue that I liked tattoos and piercings on girls

She has a lot of small tattoos on her body except for one big one on her inner arm and the one on her back

She has what she said are dermal piercings, which I'm still not too sure what they are

But she has one by her right eye, two in each side of her collarbones, two in each side of her hips and three on the back of her neck

And they're fucking hot

My favorite tattoo on her is one she got a few months ago

I was on tour and she was missing me, so she got some lyrics from my song "So far away"

I was so surprised and I felt so honored that she got my lyrics tattooed on her

Everything about it is beautiful from the font to the decorations in the back ground

When I first saw her, I wanted to talk to her but I was scared and I was working myself up to approach her the entire fan meet

When the fan meet was done, she led us back to the dressing rooms, smiled at us, then turned to leave

I didn't want to let her get away so I stopped her and spoke to her for a few minutes

I don't know how I did it but we exchanged numbers

We talked for a month and hung out as friends a few times when I actually had free time

That last time we had hung out, I told her that I liked her a lot and asked her on a date

I remember I felt like I was going to piss my pants, that's how nervous I was

She agreed, I was able to secretly go out with her and from then we've been together

She is the perfect girl for me, it's like she was made just for me

She deals with my time consuming schedule and she never complains

Ever

If I have to cancel on her she just tells me it's ok and she'll see me when I can

She never gets mad

Even some of the guys girlfriend's still get mad occasionally, but not her

And she's understanding about keeping our relationship a secret from the public

She's always supportive, understanding and willing to help me with music and lyrics if I ask

She'll come with me to my studio and just stay with me while I work on music

She always excited to go to things like shoots, performances, practices, recordings

She's sweet and kind and so funny

She always makes me comfortable around her and she gives me just the right amount affection that would of been fine for me before her

But not any more

I find myself always wanting to touch her, always wanting to be more affectionate

But I stop myself because I don't know how much she's comfortable with

And honestly I've been more and more nervous around her

The reason is because I love her and I haven't told her yet

I'm terrified too

We've been together for seven months and I'm not sure if it's too soon to say it

But fuck, I fell in love so fast

By the second month together I knew

She's everything I could want and so much more

I'm just scared that I'm not good enough for her

I try to be there as much as I can but it's no where near as much as she's there for me

I know she's the one, the girl I want to spend my whole life with but I'm terrified I'm not that for her

I'm scared to lose her and I'm worried that if I tell her I love her that will happen

And she's younger than me

She's 23, what if she's not ready for everything to be serious?

I don't know what to do

My phone buzzes and I look at the text

"I'm here naekkeo!"

I smile as I text her, "Ok I'll be right there"

She sends me a thumbs up sign

Getting up, I grab a gym bag put the sword in with other clothes to hide it

Then I head for the door

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

J POV

Scrolling through Instagram, I sit in my car waiting for Yoongi to come out of the dorm

I hear a door close and I look up, seeing him walk to my car

Fuck me, he's fucking perfect

I still can't believe that Min, Yoongi is my boyfriend

I was just happy to see him in person when BTS came to my venue for their fan meet

I'm a huge ARMY but I managed to be calm around them

As staff we're not supposed to really interact with the idols

We're supposed to answer questions, direct them to bathroom or other rooms and guide them to where the fan meets are

So when he stopped me to talk to me I was over the moon

And when he asked for my number I almost died

I was so nervous hanging out with him but after the first few minutes I relaxed

He made me feel comfortable and he's just a genuinely amazing person

When he asked me out, I almost shit my pants

I was caught totally off guard but I immediately said yes

And we've had an amazing seven months together

At first I was really confused about why he'd pick me out of all the girls in the world but really soon into our relationship I stopped worrying about it

It's just the way he is, how he shows me his feelings for me are genuine

He talks to me everyday as much as he can and he tries to spend as much time with me as he can

Always asking me to go to practice with him, photo shoots, music video shoots, his studio

He comes to my apartment as much as he can

Yeah he cancels sometimes and other times he's really busy but I knew this when I agreed to be with him

And honestly it doesn't bother me

I know he's busy but he always makes up for it which I told him he doesn't have to do

If he can't see me because of his job then I'm not going to make him feel bad about it

It's not something he can control

I just love being with him so anytime we have together is special

"Hi naekkeo!", I smile when he opens the door and gets in the passenger seat

"Hi jagi", he smiles back

That's another thing that surprised me about him

How he automatically started calling me jagi

He's famous for saying he'd never call his girlfriend any couple names

He said he'd call them "hey you" but not with me

And he's a lot more affectionate than he said he'd be in other interviews

He has no problem holding my hand, hugging me, touching me, kissing me around the people who know we're together

Which are good surprises and I love it

He moves closer to me and I lean to him, our lips meeting in a soft kiss

Shiver run up my spine from his kiss

His kisses are amazing and I can never get enough

He smiles at me when we pull away and runs his fingers in my hair

It feels so good and I love when he does it when we nap because it puts me to sleep right away

I can't help but stare at him

His smile is so fucking beautiful and intoxicating

Its so hard to tear my eyes away from it

"You ok jagi?"

I snap out of it and smile

"Yeah baby. Here I got you coffee and food"

I hand him the coffee and bag

I stopped at Starbucks on the way and got his favorites

"Thank jagi. You're the best"

"Sure naekkeo. No problem. Ready?"

He nods, taking a bite of food

My god he's adorable

Turning my attention back to my car, I step on the clutch, put the e-break down and the car in first gear

I start driving, switching gears, heading for BigHit

Yoongi is quiet next to me and I glance over at him

He's watching me drive and biting his lip

Fuck me, his habit of biting his lip is my favorite

It's so fucking hot and turns me on so much

It's funny because I bite my lip a lot too and he says it's his favorite habit of mine

I've never noticed I did it until one day when we were at his studio and he told me to cut it out or he's going to have to fuck me right there

Needless to say I didn't stop and we ended up having sex for a long time

But I'm driving now and I can't fuck him

Bummer

Maybe later though

"Uh you ok baby?", I ask

"Yeah. Uh...it's just...."

"Just what? What's wrong?"

"You're just fucking sexy when you drive stick shift"

I laugh, "Really baby?"

"Fuck yeah. Not a lot of girls can drive stick shift and I'm glad my girl can"

Jesus

He always knows what to say to make me feel good

"Thanks baby but I'm not as hot as you are when you drive my car"

"Yeah right jagi"

"I am right. I'm glad you agree"

He laughs hard and the sound is music to my ears

He's so cute when he laughs like that

It's great to see him that happy

"Maybe you can drive my car back?", I ask

"Uh if you want me too. I'm still not that good at it"

I know

I'm teaching him to drive my car, a Subaru WRX, but he's been so busy so he hasn't had time to practice

"Of course I want you to baby. You need to start practicing again"

He nods, "Ok jagi"

A few minutes later, I pull into the parking lot, park the car and we get out

He immediately comes over to me and takes my hand, leading me to the building door

I'm a surprised he's holding my hand

He usually waits until we're in the building to show any affection

That way it looks like I'm a staff member driving one of the BTS members around

You never know when the media is around

He holds the door open for me so I can walk inside

I stand to the side, waiting for him to come in

He puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as we walk

I love the small touches he gives me, the little affection that I'm not sure he even knows he's doing

I love everything he does

I just love him

So much

I've never been in love before but Yoongi was so easy to fall for

And he's so easy to love

He's just the best person I've ever met

But I'm too scared to tell him

I don't know if he loves me and I don't want to hear if he doesn't

I don't know if he considers this relationship serious or not

So I decided to push the feelings away and just enjoy every second I can spend with him

We go inside the practice room and I notice that we're the only ones here

I follow him to the table where he puts his bag and the rest of his coffee down

"Uh where are the guys?"

"Oh they're not here."

I'm confused

"You said we're going to practice?"

He nods, "Yeah jagi. It's practice just for me."

I still don't understand

He's good at dancing and he picks up the choreography quick

Why would he need an extra or private lesson?

"I don't get it", I say

"Jo remember last week when you listened to D2?"

I nod

I remember

I was so excited when he told me he finished his mixtape and he wanted me to be the first one to listen to it

And it's amazing

All the songs are incredible, the lyrics, the music, just everything is top notch, perfect

But that's how Yoongi works

Everything he does is incredible

"So I uh picked the title song"

"Ok which one?"

"Daechwita"

"I love that song. Well I love all of them. But I love that song!", I exclaim

He laughs, looking at me, "You're so cute jagi"

I shrug, "I try"

"You don't have to try Jo, you just are"

I just smile at him

"So I'm going to shoot the music video and the director thought it'd be cool if I do a sword dance"

"A sword dance? Like you waving a sword around"

He nods, "Yeah kinda. I'm not too sure what it entails but this practice is to teach me the dance and let me practice"

"Huh. That's so cool baby"

That's amazing

I'm so glad he asked me to come

I know it's going to be so hot to see him with a sword and I can oogle him the whole time

"You think?"

"Of course Yoongi. And I know you're going to be so good at it."

"I hope so"

I snort, "Of course you're going to be amazing. Everything you do is amazing"

He looks shocked at my words

I don't know why

I'm telling the truth

"You....you really believe that?"

I tilt my head, wondering why he's asking that

I tell him all the time he's amazing and I'm proud of him

"Yeah baby. Of course I believe that"

He pulls me close to him in a tight hug

Laying my head against his chest, I hold on to him tightly too

"Thanks Jo"

"There's nothing to thank Yoongi. You're the best"

We stand, hugging each other for a few minutes before we pull away

I love being in his arms but he has to practice so I reluctantly let him go

"What sword are you going to use baby?"

He opens the bag he brought with him and pulls out a sword in a scabbard

My eyes widen

He had that in there?

He pulls the sword out and I gape

It's a hwando

"Holy shit Yoongi"

He smiles, "Yeah I bought it. A master craftsman made it"

"That is so fucking cool!"

Goddamn my boyfriend is such a bad ass

He laughs, "You wanna hold it?"

"Can I?", I gasp

"Of course jagi"

He hands me the hwando and I just gape at it

This is so dope

My boyfriend is so cool

I can't wait to see him swing this around

It's gonna be so hot and I'm so ready for it

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Yoongi POV

I can't help but laugh at her holding the hwando

Her mouth is open wide and she holds it up, looking at the blade

She's so supportive

I'm really floored that she thinks I'm amazing at everything

She really believes that and it makes me feel more confident

The way she looks at me sometimes, like I'm everything, blows my mind

With her by my side I can do anything

"When are you shooting the video?", she asks

"Thursday and Friday. I have today and tomorrow to practice"

"Wow so soon?"

I nod

I'm going to have to spend all day today practicing

I'm not delusional to expect her to stay all day but having her here for a little while is better than her not being here at all

"Jagi, I uh wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me for the rest of the week?"

"To practice and the shoot?"

I nod

She bites her lip, thinking

That habit drives me insane and I'm trying so hard not to get hard

I can't dance with a hard on

"I'm supposed to work the rest of the week baby"

"Oh", I say, a little disappointed

"I wish you would of told me sooner baby. Then I could of taken personal days and still get paid"

I should of asked sooner

I found out about the shoot over the weekend

I should of said something before

Now she can't come because if she doesn't she won't get paid

That's another thing about her

She won't take any money from me

She won't let me help pay for her bills or her rent or her phone

She doesn't let me buy her stuff and if I do she's appreciative but she scolds me

She doesn't want me spending my money on her

That's how I know she really cares about me

Not the money I have, not the fame, she wants me

That's always a fear when idols date

I knew the guys were afraid of that and I was a little bit but she showed me quickly that she doesn't want my money

I remember that day

We were in my studio

I was working on music and she was on her tablet

I took a break and sat with her, looking over at what she was doing

She was on amazon, adding things to her cart and telling me what she was buying

It came out to a lot and I told her I was going to pay for it

"Uh no you're not baby"

"Yeah jagi. I want to"

She shook her head, "No naekkeo. I have my own money. I don't need yours"

Needless to say I was speechless

She put her tablet down and faced me

"Naekkeo, I want you to know that I don't care about your money ok? I work and I have my own. I don't expect or want you to pay for things for me ok? Your money doesn't mean anything to me. It's you I want"

That blew my mind and she's been proving that to me all the time, without knowing it

Like today when she bought me Starbucks

She buys me stuff and spends her money on me instead of the other way around

When I tell her to stop, she just smiles, says ok and does it again

So we kinda have a thing where we buy each other things, scold each other and do it all over again

I don't care how expensive things are but I know she doesn't like it, so the things I buy her are things she can afford too

I save the big expensive things for special occasions

I want to tell her I'll give her money for what she would have made but I know she'll never agree to it

I guess I have to do the shoot without her

It's my own fault

I should of said something sooner

"But I'll just call in sick for the next three days", she says, taking out her cell phone

"Do uh, do you have anymore days left?"

She may not have any sick days left because she's called out for me to come to shows or events

The concept of sick days, personal days and vacations are so foreign to me

There's none of that for me

So she had to explain all that the first day she took a personal day for me

Ever since then I'd try my best to tell her in advance if I'd want her to come to something

"No but it's ok baby. Don't worry about it", she answers, putting her phone to her ear

"Jagi-"

"Shhhh", she smiles, then turns away from me while she talks on the phone

I finish my coffee and throw away the cup, waiting for her

"Thanks", she says, then she comes over to me, "All good Yoongi."

I hug her, "You're the best Jo"

I mean that one hundred percent

She does everything for me, always does everything she can to make me happy

I lucked out with her and I fucking know this

"Thank you jagi"

"Of course Yoongi. I'd do anything for you"

I kiss her forehead, looking down at her

"You know I'd do anything for you too right Jo?"

"Yeah Yoongi. I know baby", she says softly

Good

I'm glad she knows

I'd move the world for her, she is my everything

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J POV

A few more people come inside the room and Yoongi and I step away from each other

A man comes over to Yoongi and starts talking to him

I start to move away, planning to go sit on one of the chairs but Yoongi's hand shoots out and grabs mine

He keeps talking to the man but he laces his fingers with mine and pulls me to his side

I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm there

"So it won't be a long dance?", Yoongi is asking

"No but it's a lot of movement and swinging the sword"

Shit

That might hurt his shoulder

I'll just give him a massage later to help him feel better

"Who is this?", the guy asks, smiling

"My girlfriend. Joanne", Yoongi answers proudly

"Hi", he says

"Hi"

"Here to support your boyfriend?"

I nod, "Of course"

"That's really nice. Support is always good"

Yes it is

I'll always support Yoongi in anything he does

The door to the practice room opens and a camera crew comes in

I look at Yoongi confused

"They're filming this for a Bangtan Bomb", he tells me

I didn't know that

It's fine, I'm going to be out of the way anyway so I won't be filmed

"Ready Yoongi?", the instructor calls

"Yes"

Turning to me Yoongi says, "Where are you going to sit jagi?"

Looking around the room, I point to a spot across the room

"There. I can see you and be out of the way"

"Ok baby, I'll get you a chair"

I stop him, "It's ok baby, I'll just sit on the floor"

"But-"

"Shh, it's ok", I smile reassuringly

"Uh ok"

He leans down, giving me a soft kiss, then I go to my spot and sit

The instructor tells Yoongi to swing the sword around to get a feel of it

I get comfortable, watching my baby

He's so fucking beautiful, I can't handle it sometimes

I just can't believe that someone like him wants me

It's crazy but I'm not going to question it

I'm just always ridiculously happy all the time since we got together

He makes everything better

The instructor starts showing Yoongi some moves and Yoongi copies

"Pose like this and swing the sword up", the instructor instructs

"Like this?", Yoongi asks

"Yes bring it up and turn. Like this"

Yoongi follows what the instructor does

"Yeah, swing the back of the sword while pulling it back"

I watch Yoongi practice each part with the instructor telling him what to do

"Turn"

"Like this"

Yoongi does a turn and jump, swiping the sword in front of him and my mouth drops open

He learned that so fast

And he's so fucking hot doing it

He practices that move a few times and I can't take my eyes off him

Yoongi starts another move

He swipes the sword in front of him, then thrust the sword out, going on one leg and putting his other hand out

"Right. Stretch it out", the instructor says and Yoongi stretched his arm

"Then move it in front of you and back up"

He swings the sword in front of him, turns and swings it again

Then he faces away with his back to the instructor, bringing the sword against his neck and shoulders, running his hand down the blade as he does

Jesus christ, that's fucking sexy

I'm getting so turned on watching this

I need to stop

I can't be horny now

But he's just everything

The instructor talks to him more, while he leans the sword against his shoulder

Yoongi nods and speaks to the instructor

"Try again. Let me see"

Yoongi gets back to position and swings the sword up and around

"Not like that", the instructor says

He demonstrates and says, "Like this"

Yoongi nods, then does the move again

And again and again

Over and over until he does it perfectly

He's such a hard worker and it's amazing to watch him

"Put your right foot forward"

Yoongi follows the instructions and the instructor says, "Good then swipe"

He swipes the sword

"Good, let's back it up a little"

Yoongi is holding the sword out and he smiles as he scoots back

It's fucking adorable

Yoongi keeps practicing, swinging, swiping, trying to make it look like he was slicing the sword

I can see him get frustrated, looking over at me when he gets that way

I smile at him and nod encouragingly, giving him thumbs up and blowing him kisses

He smiles when he sees me doing these things and I think it focuses him and he keeps practicing

"You'll get used to it", the instructor says

They keep working over and over

It's amazing how he's not ready to stop

His endurance is crazy

"Bring it up diagonally, turn and bring it back"

Yoongi does what he says

"Good, take a break for a second. I want to show you something"

Yoongi, jogs over to the video camera and the instructor shows him something, talking to him

Yoongi nods, then puts the sword down

He pushes his hair back and fuck me, it's so sexy

When he showed up at my apartment with black hair and an undercut, I almost passed out

He's every girl's dream and I get him

I know so many girls are going to have a heart attack when they watch this Bangtan bomb

I'm having a heart attack sitting here and watching him

Yoongi asks the instructor something and he nods

Yoongi nods too then starts coming over to me

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Yoongi POV

I walk over to her, wondering what she's going to say about the practice so far

She stands up when I get closer and comes straight into my arms

"Naekkeo you did so good!", she squeals

"You think jagi? I messed up a lot"

She pulls away looking at me in disbelief

"Are you crazy? Of course you did good baby. Yeah you messed up but you kept practicing the move over and over until you got it perfectly."

I feel relieved that she thinks I did good

I tried to do good for her and I kinda wanted to show off

Maybe I can later

"And....", she trails off

I knew I messed up something

"And what jagi?"

"And...uh...fuck Yoongi you were so hot."

I raise my eyebrow at her, smirking

"Oh yeah baby?"

She nods, "Yeah Yoongi. You were fucking turning me on."

Oh shit yes!

This is what I wanted

I kept glancing over at her while I was practicing and almost every time she was biting her fucking lip, her eyes on me

"Yeah jagi?'

She nods

"Well jagi, everytime I looked at you you were biting that fucking lip", I growl, running my thumb on her bottom lip, "And you know what that fucking does to me"

Now she smirks at me, "No baby, I don't know"

She wants to play that game?

I can play it too

"You know baby, it's so hard to swing a sword when your fucking hard as a rock because you're girlfriend is so fucking hot and doing the one thing that drives you crazy"

She snorts, "Right baby because it's so easy to sit in soaked panties because your boyfriend is fucking swinging a sword around and is so sexy while he does it."

Fuck me, her panties are soaked?

God I want her so much

She looks right at me and bites her lip again

That's fucking it

I take her hand and drag her out of the room

We walk down the hall to an empty dressing room

"Get inside now", I demand

She smirks, biting her lip as she walks in

Fuck

I follow her in, close and lock the door, then grab her and shove her against the wall

“Bite your lip once more, I fucking dare you”, I growl

She lifts her eyes to me, raising one eyebrow

Then she pulls her lip to her mouth and bites

I immediately crash my lips to hers

Her tongue goes right into my mouth, her hands already pulling down my pants and boxers

"Excited baby girl?", I whisper in her ear, unzipping her jacket, shoving it off her

"Aren't you?", she asks, pulling my shirt up and off

"Excited for you? Always jagi", I answer

She smiles, then looks in my eyes as she slowly kneels down

She moves her hands up my legs, her lips on my lower stomach

I shiver from her kisses

They always feel good

She moves lower and lower, then I feel her tongue lick along my cock

"Fuck", I moan

She gets to my head, taking it in her mouth and sucking gently on me

Pleasure slaps my body hard and I can't stop them moans that comes out

"Good boy", she whispers, then takes more of me in, going half way

She moves her head back and forth, sucking and licking all over

I can't fucking think from the pleasure

"More baby, more", I beg

I want to be all in

She can do it and it doesn't bother her

But she likes to tease me, make me beg for it

And fuck it, I'll do it, no problem

"More what baby?", she asks then sucks on me again

"Fuck...pppp....please baby, I wanna go all inside your mouth. Please jagi"

She doesn't say anything, just moves forward more, getting me all in

I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and slide down more

"Oh God", I whimper

She starts sucking and moving back and forth again, the pleasure so intense

My cock keeps hitting the back of her throat, going in more every time she moves forward

Her throat is so fucking tight, I love it

"Swallow baby"

She listens and swallows on my cock

Her throat squeezes my cock so tightly, I gasp from how good it feels

She keeps her hands on my hips, holding me all in her throat swallowing over and over and over

She's driving me fucking insane

The next swallow, I thrust inside as much as I can

Which isn't much since she's holding me in

"Please baby, cccc...can I-"

She nods and moves back halfway

She keeps her mouth open and looks up at me

Goddamn she looks so fucking good on her knees, my cock in her mouth

She wants to please me and I can't wrap my head around that

She doesn't care about herself, she just wants me to feel good

I slide my fingers in her hair and she nods at me

I thrust in her mouth, going down her throat hard

And she just moans

Fucking hell, it always blows my mind that she likes this

I move faster, fucking her mouth while she swallows on me at the same time

It feels too fucking good and I'm done

"Fuck Joanne baby", I yell, holding her against me, all in as I cum down her throat

She swallows more and more, making my orgasm last longer

When I finish, she moves back but I feel her tongue on my head

I know what she's doing because she does this every time

She's licking the cum that's leaking

She loves my cum, telling me that all the time

It's fine because I love hers too

I can eat her out for hours

I kinda got her used to it and multiple orgasms from both oral and sex

So she can go a long time without being overstimulated

She can wear me out sometimes and I can last awhile

But I think it's more that were both so into each other

My sex drive hasn't been as high as it's been the entire time I've been with her

I just want her all the time

And since I'm so busy and can't spend all the time I want to with her, when we do see each other all we do is have sex

It sex, then nap, then sex, then eat or sometimes sex while we eat, then shower sex, then watching TV or a movie and having sex.

Multiple times a day

And the fact that her sex drive matches mine?

It's fucking heaven

Her licking is getting me hard again

"Jagi", I call, making her look up at me

I help her stand up and move her hair back, kissing her neck

"Yoongi", she sighs

I move my hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly

When I get it open, I move down her neck, kissing her anywhere I can

She has on this tiny, hot see through lace bralette I think it's called

Whatever it is it looks so good on her

My lips land on one of her collarbone piercing

Fuck I love this

Running my tongue over it, I lick it, then suck on it

"Yoongi fuck"

I smile against her skin

Pushing the shirt off her, she lets it fall to the floor

Now I get on my knees, kissing her stomach, licking and sucking on her hip piercings leaving more hickies, while I undo her jeans

Pulling her jeans down, I take off her shoes and get her jeans off

Moving my hand I touch her through her panties

And fuck, she was right

She's drenched

And I'm fucking proud

Her panties are cute but they're in my way

I keep kissing her lower, "You're panties are pretty baby but they need to come off. Now"

"Fuck", she whimpers, while I pull them down and off

I pull her leg up, over my shoulder and fucking hell, she's so fucking wet, it's all over her thigh and running down her legs

Running my tongue on her inner thighs, I lick everything off her

God she tastes so fucking good

When I'm done, I slowly lick up her pussy

I feel her tremble against me, a soft moan coming from her

I fucking love her little sounds she makes

They turn me on so much

And I love when she screams, when she loses it, when she gives me control of her body

It's fucking everything

Every lick, I move my tongue a little faster, press a little harder on her

She gets so fucking drenched, it running on my face

I love it so much

Her hand slides right into my hair, grabbing hard and holding on

I know she loves my hair like this

An undercut is her favorite haircut on me

And blonde, mint and black are her favorite colors on me

When I came to her apartment the first time I changed it to this, I saw the way she looked at me

And man, she fucked me good the whole night

I swirl my tongue faster, sliding it in and out of her pussy

"Yes Yoongi", she moans

She's close

I know her body so well

The next slide inside makes her shake and pull my hair hard as she cums on my tongue

Her pussy clenches my tongue inside her and it sends shivers down my spine

I fucking love it so much

Swallowing her cum, I moan from how good she tastes

I almost couldn't believe it when I ate her out for the first time

I couldn't believe she was that good

But she is and she's my favorite thing to eat

Her leg is shaking and she's sliding down the wall

"No baby", I say, straightening her leg she's standing on, "I'm not done with you yet"

"Fuck Yoongi"

"You know you want more baby girl"

"Yes fuck yes"

"Good girl"

Immediately I suck her clit into my mouth, playing with it

"Fuck!", she yells

I know her favorite spots and sucking on her clit makes her cum fast

Right before she orgasms, I stop

"Baby!"

I snicker, licking her clit slowly, listening to her moans

It's one of the best sounds in the world

Her laugh is the other

"Yoongi", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I pull away again right before she explodes

"Yoongi no", she whines

"Aww you know I like playing with you"

"Yeah baby but I want it", she protests

"Yeah baby?"

"Yes Yoongi, please baby"

I can never say no to her

For anything

I'm so whipped for her

Licking her clit slowly, I feel it throb against my tongue

Fucking hell that gets me so fucking hard

Closing my mouth on her, I suck her clit fast and hard

Her hand instantly fists my hair, her hips snapping into my mouth

The next suck makes her shout, releasing in my mouth and I swallow it all

"Again baby, again. Please baby lick me again"

I comply, licking up and down her pussy quickly

"Fuck my face", I demand, moving my tongue faster

Her hips move faster into me while she breathes hard

God I fucking love this

"Yoongi, Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

Her whole body shakes, her leg starting to give out

Holding her up, I lick up all her cum, then put her leg down

Standing up slowly, I drag kisses all up her body

When I'm standing, I press my body into hers, licking and kissing her neck

I know she feels my hard on against her pussy and she knows what I want

Slowly I pull the string that's tying her bralette, undoing it

Peeling it from her body, I drop it on the floor, cupping her breasts in my hands

I feel her hands squeeze my upper arms hard, groaning loudly

I pull away and move to the couch in the room, laying on it

"Come and ride me. I wanna see all of my beautiful baby", I ask

She smiles softly and nods, coming over to me and climbing on my lap

She leans over kissing my lips and I fall into the kiss

I love getting lost in her

It's the best feeling to just feel her, feel how much she wants me too

It's addicting

Her hand slides between us, holding my cock up

She pulls away, smiles at me and kisses my cheek, then sits up

She moves me under her, sinking down on my cock

"Oh fuck jagi", I moan, feeling her tight pussy open just enough for me to get in

"Yoongi", she cries, her body shaking, hands gripping my arms so hard as she gets me all in, "You feel so good"

"Not as good as you baby girl"

My god she feels incredible

So tight, hugging my cock perfectly and pulsing around me

So fucking wet and so fucking nice and warm

I honestly could stay in her all day

We stay like that for a minute just feeling each other

It's like this every time

It's like we have to feel each other before we start moving

I love this part because I feel close to her and we both get pleasure from it

"Rrr ready baby?", she whispers

I nod

I'm so ready

She slides up, then comes down hard

"Fuck baby girl", I moan, feeling pleasure hit me hard

She moves up and down, every time going faster and harder

I can't

The pleasure is fucking astounding

I've never had sex this fucking amazing before

I can't tear my eyes off her

The way she moves is mesmerizing

He head tilted back, her eyes closed, biting her fucking lip again, her hip moving as she bounces, her hands tightly on my arms

I don't fucking need porn

I can just watch her and she's so much more hotter than any porn I could watch

And she mine

That's the best part

There's no fucking way I can look away

While she moves, I can't help but touch her

I run my hands slowly down her body, just feeling her skin, feeling her muscles move as she does, looking at her body littered with all the hickies I give her

God she looks so fucking good with all my marks on her

"My jagi's so pretty", I murmur

"Mmm", she moans

I run my hands up her back

I love how her small body feels against my hands

"So pretty, so fucking sexy"

I'm so fucking in love, it's crazy

I never thought I could love anyone this much

Sitting up, I run kisses all over her body, loving how soft she feels against my lips

She keeps moving while I latch onto her nipple, sucking

"Fuck Yoongi. I can't baby. You feel too good"

"Then cum for me baby. Let me feel you"

I switch to her other nipple, running my fingers up her back softly

She gets so tight on me and I'm waiting in excitement

I love feeling her orgasm

It's the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

It's one of the reasons why I love sex with her so much

I get to feel her tight, wet pussy, while we fuck and then I get her orgasm

She gets to feel me and cum a lot

A win win

"Yoongi, baby", she cries, pressing her body close to me as she orgasms

She squeezes my cock so hard, clenching over and over again

"Good girl. Feels good baby?"

"Yyyy...yes Yoongi. You always feel so good for me", she praises

I try to be as good as I can for her, staying hard for her as long as I can, making sure I hit all the right spots for her

She's my baby, I want to please her

All the time, every time

When she finishes, I sit back and hold her hips

I bring her up my cock and slide her down, thrusting up into where I know her spot is when I bring her down

"Yoongi oh god!", she yells

"There baby?", I smirk

"Yes Yoongi. Again. Please baby again"

"Of course baby. I'll give you anything you want"

Moving her faster, I keep slamming up

And she screams with every slam, her hands squeezing my wrists so tightly

Her pussy is throbbing so fucking hard, making pleasure crash over me again and again

I love watching her breasts bounce hard, love watching how deep my cock goes that it pushes her stomach up with every thrust

She always takes me so deep and she actually loves it

It doesn't hurt her and I'm so glad

I never want to hurt her

I feel her getting ready and I move faster, pounding her spot

"Oh fuck Yoongi!", she cries, exploding again, releasing all over me, her body shaking in my hands

My eyes go down to us and I moan seeing her cream all over my cock

Her pretty pussy lips are sucking me back inside and more of her cum coats my cock when she moves back up

That alone can make me cum

But I push it back

She didn't cum as much as I want her to and I want more

When she finishes I ask, "Please fuck me jagi. Please"

She nods, immediately bouncing up and down my cock again

She slams down hard taking all of me in on her own

Goddamn she's so fucking sexy

She's breathing so hard, pleasure all over her face

Her body is glistening in sweat, her hair soaked with it

I sit up, running my tongue on her stomach, licking her sweat

"Tastes good baby", I smirk

"Oh my God Yoongi"

I lick her again, then lay back watching her

I move my hand to her clit and rub it in circles

He pussy instantly tightens on me

"Good girl. Throb harder baby. I know you can"

I keep playing with her clit and sure enough she pulsates harder, moaning loudly

"C'mon baby, I know you can be louder than that. I want to hear you scream when you cum"

I'm so fucked out right now, I don't care who hears us

She panting hard, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"C'mon baby. Cmon", I urge her

I watch her thighs tremble and I increase the speed of my fingers

"Yoongi... Yoongi"

"Scream", I demand

"YOONGI! YOONGI!", she screams as loud as she can, coming

God seeing her whole body shake so hard because of the pleasure I'm giving her is amazing

Pleasure hits me hard as her pussy clamps down on my cock

I keep moving my fingers, giving her more pleasure

"Oh my God YOONGI!", she cries, orgasming again

"That's it baby girl. Keep coming baby girl. You're so pretty jagi. So beautiful", I praise her, pleasuring her

"Yoongi"

She cums for a third time in a row

I fucking love giving her multiple orgasms in a row

She doesn't get a break and she's in constant pleasure

"C'mon baby, you can do it again. I know you can"

She just screams loudly no words, her hands in her hair, exploding again

"There we go. Good girl, I knew you could do it. One more baby"

"Yoongi I...I can't..."

"Yes you can jagi. You've done it before. You can and you want it"

"I do Yoongi. I do"

"So gimme baby"

She slams down, my cock hitting her spot at the same time I rub her clit and she loses it screaming

Her back arches so much so that she starts falling back

She's in so much pleasure that she can't stop herself

I grab her immediately, fucking up into her

"I'm gonna cum baby"

"Yes. Yes. Yes", she cries

I move harder and faster in her, pleasure taking over

"Joanne, baby!", I scream, finally coming hard, filling her pussy with cum

She throbs hard on me, milking all the cum from my cock and it feels so fucking good

When I finish I relax on the couch, taking her with me

I don't want her to fall because of how exhausted she is

She lays on my chest and I push her sweaty hair from her face, kissing her forehead

She's breathing so hard and I'm a little nervous that she hasn't gotten her breath under control

"You ok jagi?"

She nods, "Tired"

I chuckle, "Did I actually tire you out this time?"

She lifts her head, looking at me, rolling her eyes

"That's only because we had to do everything in a short break baby. You know that if we had more time I'd tire you out and I'd still be ready to go more"

I laugh because it's true

"Yeah jagi, I know", I answer

"Good that you know", she smirks then lays her head back down

I run my fingers in her hair and take her hand, kissing her palm

I don't know what it is about her but I have to be touching her or I feel like I can't breathe

I never thought I'd be like this with anyone, but I like being this way with her

"You're so sweaty baby", she giggles

"Yeah baby. I'm always sweaty after we're together. You make me more sweaty than the hardest BTS choreography"

"I'll take that as a compliment", she says

"It is one", I reply

"Can we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Absolutely

I need a few minutes before I get up and go back to sword practicing

And I want to stay with her like this more

"Yeah jagi. We can"

She snuggles more into me and I just hold her

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I'm kneeling down with the sword, listening to the instructor as he tells me that I should do some cool poses for pictures during the dance

I nod

Joanne is back in her spot watching me and smiling

You'd think it'd be weird to have my girlfriend here watching

Like I'd be nervous or something but I'm not

It's better when she's here

I'm able to do all the moves right and then watch her smile at me and give me a thumbs up

I'm told that now we're gonna practice with music

Getting up, I go next to the instructor and the music for Daechwita starts playing

I'm whispering the words to myself, walking next to the instructor, sword against my shoulder

We do a few moves then he tells me something about moving my foot the right way

I'm so hot and sweating already

He has me practice the slice down with the sword a few times

The shutter of the camera is constantly going off as the camera man takes pictures

I keep going through the routine a few times, listening to the instructions that are called out to me

After awhile, we run through the whole choreography again with the music

After that, we stop

Putting the sword on the table, I move my fingers through my hair, getting it off my face

It's full of sweat and it's gross

I look over at her and she's already watching me, biting her lip

I smirk at her and her cheeks turn pink

I know she thinks I'm hot

I don't see it but as long as she thinks I am I'm good

I sit down and drink some water, then wave her over to me

She stands up and comes over

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her down next to me

"Watch the video with me?"

She nods, holding my hand tightly

I press the button on the tablet and the video starts playing of me practicing

"You're so good baby. You learned everything like right away", she praises as we watches

I smile loving the praise she gives me

"That is so hot", she says, pointing to the move where the sword is on my neck

"Yeah baby?"

"Oh yeah. So many ARMYS are going to be swooning"

"As long as you are, I'm good"

She snorts, "What do you think I was doing this whole time?"

"Yeah?", I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear

"Of course baby. You're very swoon worthy"

I laugh at how cute she is

When the video finishes, I sit back

It's good enough

Hopefully ARMYS will like it

"I'm gonna have to go do the outro, then I wanna practice more. Do you want to stay?"

"Yeah baby. I'll stay", she smiles

I pull her to me, kissing her softly

When I pull away, I notice the camera is still on us

"Don't put that in the Bangtan bomb", I joke

"Never. Not until you announced your relationship", the cameraman assures us

We both stand up and she kisses me on my cheek then goes back to where she was sitting

I quickly do the outro, thank the instructor and pick up my sword

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I finally decide to stop practicing after a few hours

I glance over to where she is

She's asleep

She using my bag as a pillow

I check my watch

10 pm

Shit it's late

I shouldn't have practiced so late

I have tomorrow to practice too

I should of paid attention to her too, noticed that she was getting tired

I go over to her and sit in front of her

I can't get over how beautiful she is

Seven months together and her beauty still astounds me everyday

Every time I look at her I can't believe she's real

And that she's mine

I got her

I'm the one she wanted

I thank whoever every single day that I have her

"Jagi", I call softly, rubbing her arm, "Jagi. Wake up baby. We're gonna go"

"Hmmm"

She opens her eyes slowly, lifting her head and looking at me

"What?"

"You feel asleep jagi."

She yawns, trying to sit up and I help her

"What uh what time is it?"

"Ten jagi"

"Oh. Aren't you tired baby?"

I smile

She's always worried about me

"A little jagi. I'm sorry I practiced for so long"

She shakes her head slowly, "No baby. It's ok. I know you have to practice baby. Don't worry about it"

"Thanks jagi"

"Am I driving you back to the dorm now?"

I was thinking about that

I don't want to be away from her

"Jo uh do you want to come stay over at the dorm for the rest of the week? I have to get up early to film the music video and if we're together it'll be easier"

Because I'm always busy or she has work, we don't spend the night together a lot

We've done it a few times and I want to do much more, but there's not that many opportunities

If I stay at her apartment, she has to wake up to let me out

If she stays at the dorm, she has to leave when I leave

"Oh. So you want me to say because it'll be easier to get where we're going?", she asks tiredly

Well that's one thing but it's not the main reason

"No jagi. I want you to come because I want to be with you. I love spending the night with you and this time it's perfect because we're getting up at the same time and going to the same place.", I explain

"So three days of sleeping with my boyfriend?", she smiles, "That will be a hell yes"

A huge smile burst on my face, "Ok jagi"

"I don't have anything though. No clothes or anything"

"I thought we could go to your apartment so you can get some stuff then go to the dorm"

"You just thought of everything", she teases

I smile shyly and nod

"Ok baby. Let's go"

I help her stand up, then grab my bag, putting the sword back in to it

I notice her yawning and leaning against the wall

She's still sleepy

"C'mon jagi", I say, going over to her

Bending down, I pick her up

"Yoongi!", she giggles, "What are you doing"

"My jagi's tired. I want to carry my baby girl"

"You don't have to baby"

"I want to so shush"

She giggles again

"Ok baby"

She puts her arms and legs around me, laying her head on my shoulder

As I walk to her car, I feel her giving me little kisses on my neck

God I love her

"I'll drive jagi", I say getting to the car

"Ok baby"

She hands me the keys as I put her down

We get in the car and I drive in the direction of her apartment

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Hidden Depths 10

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As Nilan and Ta'reni left the office, Chloe turned to James and Fellmeli. "Vivenni is on the right track. We're going to need some help if we're going to survive this. Whoever was in system is enough for now, but soon the Venusians are going to be done doing whatever it is they're doing and really attack. We'll need to be ready."

"Agreed, but what are we going to do?" James said.

"Also, what about the folks on the Reach?" Fellmeli added.

"Like I said, I know someone. I linked a beacon out as soon as the attack started. If we're lucky, they should be here soon. Meanwhile, you should send word down to them to pack up and get ready to evacuate up here. If things go bad, Starbase can link away now. There's no need to subject them to domination by Venus."

"Okay, I'll get a message composed and sent down right away" Fellmeli said, and turned to leave.

"James, I need your help too." Chloe gestured to him to follow. James looked at Fellmeli who shrugged and went into the other room to record another message.

As they walked Chloe didn't check to see if James was following, she just started talking. "There's a K'laxi onboard we need to find."

"Another one?"

"Yes. Her name is Cereni and she is one of the best loadmasters I've ever seen. She'll be needed to get the dropship that is coming loaded up and secured for the ride up. I know she lives here but..." Chloe paused. "She won't be pleased to hear from me. Can you reach out?"

James raised an eyebrow. "If I do, and she agrees to help, won't she be extra mad that you asked someone else on your behalf for help? She might just leave then when she learns that."

Chloe sighed. She hated to admit James was right. "Okay, yes. I'll talk to her." She clicked her headset. "Starbase! Can you tell me where Cereni Hemiganian is?

"One moment please Chloe."

****

Cereni had made it back to her quarters. The attack was still ongoing but there seemed to not be as much of a direct threat as a couple hours earlier, so Starbase said everyone could leave the shelters, but had to go home and stay there for now. Hopefully, whoever was out there would do what they came to do and leave, or be repelled by the forces in system.

She was sitting down to a late meal when the door chimed. "Who is it?" She called over the annunciator.

There was a slight pause. "It's Chloe."

She laughed. "Chloe it hasn't even been half a year, and you're back? You know my answer. No."

Chloe sighed over the open channel. "Cereni, I'm sorry. What I did was wrong, and I should have told you the truth from the get go. You and Sophie should have been more informed about what I was asking you to do. I did not intend to blow the reactors on Spruces, but I saw an opportunity for an edge and I took it. I can't even find Sophie to apologize to her, she's ignored all my messages. Can you at least open the door so we can talk?"

The door clicked open. Cereni stood there arms akimbo. She was annoyed at how attracted she was to Chloe and yet how mad she made her.

"Come in then. I'm just sitting down to eat, do you want anything?"

"Actually, I could really go for some tea if you have any."

Cereni flicked her ear. "Alright, sure. Let's have some tea and talk."

****

After a few cups of tea, Cereni was trying to understand what was going on.

"So, it's the Imperial...."

"Imperial Venusian Navy yes"

"And they've declared that AIs aren't people?"

"Yes."

"Which we all don't agree with."

"I should hope not!"

"But why are they here? Why now? Why not just stay in the Sol system and make their little proclamations from there?"

Chloe shrugged and took another sip of tea. "I really don't know. Maybe they defeated the OPA, maybe they haven't and are trying to capture more materiel for their war effort back home. Maybe this is just a vanguard to see how soft - or not - the colonies are and will come with a larger force later. Regardless, they are here, they don't think I or anyone like me should be alive and if they capture us, it will not be pleasant."

Cereni leaned back in her chair and sighed. "Why me though?"

"You know the colony on the planet below? Zen'ma'gan's Reach?"

"Yeah, K'laxi colony; older than Starbase, but never really took off. The planet is too dry for us, it never got much past the initial town they founded when they landed."

"The Venusians won't be nice to them if they capture Starbase. We need to get them off world."

"That's doable I guess. There's time for them to pack, and we..." she gasped. "You called Abyssal Plains!"

Chloe nodded. "I don't know if they'll come, but if they do, they are going to need a loadmaster, and I remember Abyssal saying you were their best."

Cereni smirked. "Chloe, that's...so sweet. You remembered such a small detail about me and was able to use it to try and help the people down on the Reach."

Even though she was an AI in an artifical body, she still felt things; the builders of AI bodies are very thorough. Chloe blushed, just a bit.

"Well, yes, Um. It's good to know the skills of people around you in case they're needed. It's just good planning." She managed.

"Uh huh." Cereni said, still smiling. She drained her tea.

"I'll help. I won't forget how upset I was before, but I will remember how you apologized and came to me with all the information this time." She looked at Chloe. "You did come to me with all the information this time, yes?"

Chloe blurted out: "Well, Starbase is also made up of an old Starjumper named Picaresque who we had thought had been offloaded when the Starjumper was integrated into Starbase but wasn't and was just dormant until Gord found out and woke him up and that's what cased the gravity anolomy earlier today, but that wasn't related to the Venusians attacking."

Cereni opened her mouth to reply but Chloe continued.

"Also, we just asked a very cute human and k'laxi couple to go to K'lax and ask on our behalf for help defending ourselves from the Venusians."

Cereni closed her mouth. There was no stopping Chloe now.

"And also Gord - he's a really old AI, older than me - and Lucas - I don't know who he is, but he seems useful - decided to go grab a couple Starjumpers and accelerate up to a quarter of the speed of light to attach to the human colony ship Mt Greylock - which is currently breaking to come in system - and slow them down quicker so they can link over because then we'll have another source of ships and materiel that can be used in our defense.

Cereni's ears flattened.

"That's pretty much it though. She clicked her headset. Starbase, Picaresque, did I miss anything?"

"No Chloe, that's pretty much it I think." Picaresque answered. "Good evening Cereni, my name is Picaresque. I'm here with Starbase."

Cereni's mouth was agape. "There's two of you now?"

"Yes, it's a little cramped in here, but we're getting by" Starbase said. "Picaresque gave me access to the systems still inside him that were never integrated over, so now we have a wormhole generator, two more reactors and even a Starjumper class weapons battery! Just the one though, so we'll have to save it for defense."

"Wow. Um, okay." Cereni looked at Chloe, who was trying very hard to not look worried. "Thank you Chloe for your honesty even if it was a little...much."

"I-I didn't want you to think I was keeping anything from you."

"Yes, I believe you."

"So, you'll help?"

"Yes. I'll help." Cereni stood. "Just one more thing, who is Gord again?"

She told him.

"THE MAPLE GUY????"

Chloe laughed. "He will be entirely too pleased with himself if that becomes his legacy."

"Come on, let's go. We should get ready for Abyssal's arrival. I could also use your help with the loading on Starbase. If we have to link away, we're going to have to see how far down we can condense things and that'll mean moving mass around."

"Lead the way then Chloe." and she took her hand.

Chloe had a very small intake of breath, and squeezed it gently back.

They walked out towards the Administrators office together.

Part 11!

#humans are space orcs #humans and ai #humans are space oddities #humans are space capybaras #writing #scifi writing #humans are deathworlders #sci fi writing

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Royai week 2023 fic recs

In honor of Royai week in the Fruits & Roots server, I chose to highlight some of my favorite Royai fics I gathered these past years (not many years, since I've been on AO3 for 2 years and a half only). Each day, I'll recommend a few fics in a particular setting

Day 1: Sleepless nights / Last words - Canon-compliant fics

Chaste Kisses by Pen_n_Notebook / @royaidaydreams, rated T

Roy and Riza kiss during difficult times in their lives. The kisses are soft and tender, reminding each other they are still alive, still beside each other, and more often than not, an apology for tragedies they could not prevent.

There's angst, there's fluff, there's so much tenderness!

Reminders of You by Poppy Pelican / @poppy-pelican, rated G

Riza hits her head and temporarily loses her memory. But oh my, her commanding officer is really good looking…

This is a fun one!

we speak the language/no one understands us by onelargecoffeepls / @onelargecoffeepls, rated T

Roy and Riza say "I love you" in many different ways. A Royai love languages fic.

Fluff and angst along with canon

Someone to Watch Over Me by nightofnyx8 / @nightofnyx8, rated T

To: Amestrian Military, Eastern Command To Whomever it May Concern: Please excuse Colonel Roy Mustang for the next three days. He is being forced to stay in the Eastern City Central Hospital as he cannot expect to lead an investigation two hours after being shot. For further information of his stupidity, please refer to Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. Signed, Dr. James Henry Kallen, MD

An outside POV on Roy Mustang, with some funny moments despite the canon events

Don’t Say ‘Farewell’ by goneadrift / @goneadrift, rated G

The rest of the team has already left the office, leaving her and the Colonel alone. Such a similar situation and yet tonight Riza can’t find comfort in the solitude of their office. She realizes that it is the last time they spend evening together like this and it is just wrong.

Mutual pining, light angst, and the upcoming threat of being separated make a great setting for a delicious fic!

The Royai Mixtape Drabbles by klainelynch / @klainelynch, rated T

Alexander Hamilton may have written 51 of The Federalist Papers in 6 months, but I wrote 47 fics in 3 weeks, so your move A. Ham

47 times where 100 words hit right where it should

When I least deserve it by herebedragons14 / @herebedragons14, rated G

Roy was staring at the ceiling from his hospital bed. At this point, he had memorized every little detail from the uneven texture of the faded white paint but he was glad for the alone time. According to his calculations, it should be around eight o'clock, based on how much time had passed since Havoc left for his therapy session and him not being back yet. He could fetch his watch to check, but he wasn’t sure of what drawer of the small nightstand it was in and it felt too much of a bother to search. There were more troublesome matters occupying his mind. Too much had happened the previous night and he was still digesting it. The homunculus, the possible involvement of the Central Command, Havoc’s injury, Riza’s defeated words… They should be considering themselves lucky for making it out alive, all of them, but how could he truly believe that when one of his men had ended up paralized from the hips down and he nearly lost the other one?

The days after the events of the Third Lab bring much introspection and hurt. But also comfort and promises

#royai #fanfic recs #royai week #royai week f&r #fma

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My Dear Friend

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Warning: mention of death, and injury.

—Bruce, Tim and Dick had split up in the night. Bruce decided to see what he could find out about Margaret's first adopted family. He changed out of his batsuit and changed into his business suit. He walked up to the house of Loyd and Kelly Jefferson. It was the perfect example of the middle class dream. Nice white picket fence and all. It was one house of many similar looking ones in a suburb a few miles outside of Gotham city limits. Bruce walked up and knocked. A woman in her 50s answered. She was the picture perfect house maker, white apron and all.

"Hello ma'am I'm sorry to disturb you so late but I was looking into adopting a girl named Margaret Arthur and I found your name on an old adoption form. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" As soon as the woman heard Margaret's name her eyes hardened. She told him she didn't care who he was; she didn't want to hear anything he had to say about her and slammed the door. Bruce was walking off the steps when a man opened the door. He was bald and looked like any man you'd see working a 9 to 5 in an office building. He asked if he heard him right. If he was asking about little Margie. The man let Bruce in and told him how happy he was to hear someone was wanting to take Margaret in, especially by the Wayne family. The name had meaning even outside Gotham.

The two men laugh and enjoy a talk about their children. Mrs. Jefferson returned with drinks and listened to the two chat. It was killing Bruce. He finally asked why they gave her up after 10 years. They both stiffened when they were forced to remember.

"If you are really interested in adopting her don't let us ruin that." Mrs. Jefferson said wanting to wash her hands of it all.

"Kelly honey" Mr. Jefferson said in a sigh. Bruce pressed the matter and it was Mrs. Jefferson who broke first.

"Do you like the Omen Mr. Wayne? Because that's what she is." She snapped. A small argument broke out between the married couple. they bickered about how serious some event Bruce wasn't aware of was.

"Please tell me all you can." Bruce asked, sounding almost desperate.

"Well you know about the poor thing's mother. She was a few screws short of a set God rest her soul. I'll never understand how she was legally able to keep a child. Or how she got to husband but according to the case worker she was in and out of state run facilities her whole life. Schizophrenia maybe?" The man asked, looking at his wife who shrugged her shoulders.

"I think she set the fire that burned the house down but no one really knows what started it." She interjected. Bruce nodded

"I understand what got her to you two but what made you give her up?" The couple looked at each other. Then the wife spoke.

The neighbor next door had some kind of accident and Margaret found him right after it happened. The cops think he was cleaning his gun when it misfired. Margaret was home alone. She heard the shot and went over there to check on him. She saw him lifeless in his chair." she stopped speaking as she looked up at him. Her expression was unreadable, maybe it was pity or possibly guilt.

"After that she didn't act like our little girl. She lashed out. We had a little dachshund at the time and Margaret tried, well she tried-" the man was interrupted by his wife.

"The little bitch put him in the oven! We are lucky I work from home. I got him out before it got too hot. She kept screaming that her stupid imaginary friend who did it. That he wanted to make a hot dog. Seeing that body messed her up. She just wasn't right. She never slept. Her grades were plummeting and forget about her helping around the house. I didn't feel safe! She would stare at me with this blank look."

"Excuse me, I need to get a stiffer drink." Mr. Jefferson said as he got up and walked to the kitchen. It was obvious he was crying. Mrs Jefferson looked at Bruce and leaned forward. She asked if she could tell him something that sounded crazy. And she asked that he not judge her. Bruce agreed and she continued

"After we gave Margaret back I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I didn't know I was even pregnant till Margaret told me. She also knew the baby wasn't my husband's. I don't know how she knew." She paused to study his face. Bruce encouraged her to keep going. "The man I had an affair with was the neighbor. My husband had no idea. Margaret had no way of knowing we were very careful but somehow she knew. I asked her how and she lied like she always did and said Felix told her. She threatened to tell Loyd about the affair if I didn't tell him. I lost my temper and hit her. That's when her voice changed. I don't know what it was but it wasn't Margaret. I woke up in a hospital bed Mr. Wayne. She's a danger. I know I wasn't in the right but did I deserve this?" She took off her glasses and pulled out a glass eye. "She bashed my head in. I don't remember her doing it but It had to be her. It took 7 surgeries to save my other eye and put my skull back together. I have more metal in me than some cars nowadays." She quickly popped her eye back in as her husband returned. Bruce thanked them for their time and returned to his patrol. Telling no one about what he learned. He knew that would be a conversation for him and Margaret.

When Bruce met back up with Dick and Tim he learned there was a riot at Arkham earlier in the night and that some of the patients broke into the director's office and he didn't survive the encounter. The patients don't remember what happened or what they did to the director. Bruce was allowed to look at the CCTV. All the patients were calm, some were even under sedation until 9pm when they all left their rooms. At the same time the fire alarm was set off opening up all the rooms. No fire was ever found. In the confusion the patients slipped into the offices. It was an odd situation to say the least. Bruce decided to call it a night.—

I felt arms under me. Carrying me somewhere I was scared to open my eyes. What if it was that hag from the TV again. I smelt the familiar smell of Bruce's cologne and I opened my eyes to see the underside of his chin. I relaxed a little and moved, letting him know I was awake.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. I was trying to move you back to your room." He said as he looked down at me. I realized we were almost to the room I had the nightmare (or whatever that was) in. I tried to sit up in his arms and he adjusted his arms to make it harder.

"No, I don't want to go back there. There was something under the bed."

"I know Jason already told me about the nightmare. It's alright they happen to all of us."

"No you don't understand Bruce it was real. She was in the TV. She had this horrible smile!" I say wiggling more as I try to get loose from his hold.

"Margaret just calm down you don't have to if you're that scared." He said effortlessly keeping his grip no matter how much I tried to get free. I stop moving as he stops in the hall.

"What if I sit in there?" He says looking down at me. I think for a second. If anyone would be able to stop that thing it would be Batman I guess and if I am dreaming then he will be able to see there is nothing and tell me definitively. I nod to him.

"I guess that's okay. Didn't bring a Batarang, did you?"

"No but I think I'll be able to manage." He says with a chuckle. He walks into my room and sets me down on the bed. I crawl to the center of the bed.

"Can you look under there?" I ask as I pull the blanket over me. He smiles and crouches down. He looks for a second then stands up and flips on the bathroom light and looks inside there. He turns back to me and shakes his head.

"Not a thing." He says as he sits down in the big plush chair next to the TV. I nod and get settled in. He pulled out his phone and looked down at it and scrolled slowly as he read something. It took a while but soon I fell asleep.

"Why is he here?" I almost leaped from the bed when I heard him. I had never been so excited to hear his voice. It was light out now and Bruce was fast asleep in the chair. "No I'm serious, why is he sleeping in a chair?" He asked again

"I'm so happy to hear you, Felix. I was so scared." I whisper as I hear him laugh.

"Yeah well I was a little busy."

"Doing what?"

"Don't worry about it but you're welcome." I wasn't sure what he meant but I wasn't going to question him right now. "So you really missed me so much?"

"Of course I did. There was this lady on the TV. She was taunting me and then she attacked me. Well I think she did."

"Who are you talking to?" A very sleepy sounding Bruce asked. As he sat up in the chair.

"Felix he's back!" I say with a smile.

"Oh good." He says as he stands up and stretches. "I'm going to go shower. I'll see you at breakfast. Are you okay to be alone?" He asked as he stopped at the foot of the bed.

"I am now that Felix is back."

"Well good welcome back Felix." He says as he scratches his side and yarns. He walks out with a wave. I jump out of bed to show Felix the room.

"Look, we have our own bathroom and TV. I'm only a little scared of it." I say with a laugh.

"I thought we weren't staying?" He asked. I settled down and nodded.

"You're right. Let's have breakfast and say goodbye then we can go."

"No trust me Margaret we should go now. He talked to the Jeffersons. He's going to have questions."

"But all that was you!" I shout back at him. I was so upset to have all this brought up again. I shook my head trying to get the image of the body out of my head. And Mrs. Jefferson. Whatever she had to say wasn't going to be nice.

"They will think it was you just like the Jeffersons did. They raised you for 10 years and didn't believe you. You have a snowball's chance in hell of this family believing you. We got to go." I hated it but he was right. I started my way downstairs. It was much easier with Felix directing me. I got to the front door and pulled on the handle. It didn't open and the keypad beeped at me.

"Felix help. What's the code?" I ask as I pull hard on the door. I see the numbers lighting up like he was pressing them.

"Hold on I'm trying." He said. He had tried to guess. Soon it makes an angry beeping sound and a lid closes over the keypad and a little circle opened up. I think it was a retina scanner like from a spy movie. I heard heavier footsteps coming from down the stairs. I turn around and see Jason walking over. My mind raced with excuses but also questions. I was terrified of what he could possibly want.

"Do you really want to go outside? No shoes or coat?" He asked. He wasn't smiling or even looking at me like I was crazy, he was just staring. I look down at my bare feet then back to him before nodding yes. He leaned forward and scanned his eye. The keypad opened back up and he typed in the code. The door unlatched and I opened it. I started to step outside. The sidewalk had been shoveled and the driveway was plowed. The bitter cold snapped at my skin as I started to run across the driveway. I came to a large hill covered in fluffy white snow. I got down on my butt and slid down. I had never been so cold in my life. I gained speed as I slid. I hit a bump and fell on my side making me start to roll down the hill on my side. I thought I was going to be sick. Eventually it stopped but I was covered in a thick coat of snow. I could feel Felix brushing it off me as I got up.

"Maybe we should go back. Your skin is getting really red." My jaw was chattering too much for me to answer but I wasn't going to stop. I felt like this was my only chance. I wasn't sure how far I ran but I started to see big buildings. I couldn't feel my feet or face. The fleece pajamas didn't keep me very warm once they were wet from snow. I found my way into the city. I got strange looks from everyone I passed. I felt someone tug on my arm. It was a lady not much younger than Bruce.

"Oh sweetheart you shouldn't be out in the cold like this." She said as she gently pulled me inside a coffee shop with her. I was shaking and shivering. "Gino get me a tarp or something from the back to warm her up?" She said looking at the old man behind the counter. He quickly went to the back and came back with some kind of packing blanket. They wrapped it around me.

"I'll make her some hot coco or something." Gino said as he started heating up some milk.

"Can you talk? What happened to you?" The lady asked as she tried to dry me off. I warmed up pretty quickly and nod. "Where are your parents? Can I call someone?"

"Tell her you're from Metropolis. Ask her for bus money."

"I got lost. I need to get back to Metropolis. My mom's gonna be worried." I say through shivers.

"Let me call the cops they can-"

"No please! No cops, my dad's in trouble with the law and if they drop me off at home they might try and take him away again." I say pulling it out of thin air.

"Nice touch."

"Okay okay ummm" She looked around for a second trying to figure out what to do.

"Deb, get her on a bus." Gino said as he pointed to the bus stop outside the shop. She looked down at me unsure then nodded.

"You know your address?" She asked. I nodded quickly. I couldn't believe this was working. Gino hurries and hands her some money from the tip jar than the hot coco. I felt bad but I had to get out of Gotham at any cost. The bus was pulling up so she quickly helped me up and we walked out to the bus. She asked if Metropolis was one of the stops and to her surprise the bus driver said it was so she handed the bus driver the money and helped me on the bus and made sure the packing blanket was around me. She let me take a few sips of the coco before she had to take it. The bus had a strict no drinks rule. She got off the bus and stood at the curb. I sat next to a window and waved at the woman and man as we pulled away. I relaxed into the seat. I wasn't sure how long the ride would be but the bus was heated and I had a horrible thick blanket now.

"Good job. So from Metropolis will go to Central City or even Star city maybe."

"Then what?" I ask, looking at my own reflection in the window.

"Then we lay low, make some money somehow and from there we can do whatever we want No case workers, no shity foster homes, no Arkham, no Wayne family. We will be free." He says as I feel the seat press down next to me. Then I feel his head lay on my shoulder. I almost felt bad. Bruce seemed so nice but if Jason said was true it wasn't going to end well for me. He wasn't going to let me leave and that scared me most of all.

People came and went, the bus made alot of stops but no one said anything or seemed to notice me. Eventually it was the last stop and we were at Metropolis. I got up and hugged the packing blanket around me tighter as I left the bus and felt the cold air again. I coughed and hid my face in the blanket. I walked for a little bit. It was much more windy here but at least the snow wasn't so high. I cut through an alley to get out of the wind. My cough was getting worse.

"Don't tell me you are getting sick."

"Shut up, it's just the air drying my throat." There were two men at the end of the alley. I didn't pay them no mind. I just wanted to find a clean place to sit. Felix moved some cans to the side and pulled over a milk crate for me to sit on. I plopped down and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes for a second. I hear feet approaching so I open them and see the men much closer now.

"What's a kid in such nice PJ's doing out here?" One man asked. I didn't answer.

"Hey, my friend asked you a question." The other said.

"I guess you don't need this then." One said as he pulled at the blanket. I just let it go but Felix didn't. Unfortunately for the man Felix pulled so hard back the man fell forward and almost hit his face against the wall. I wasn't sure if they were on something or just missed the fact it wasn't me who pulled the blanket. The other started to laugh at his friend. I stood up and pulled the blanket with me so Felix wouldn't get aggressive and try to pull the blanket from them again.

"No one would miss them"

"No" I say flatly.

"No, what?" One of them asked. I backed away as one took a few steps closer.

"I think my buddy deserves that after what you did." The guy was completely fine. He just stumbled. I looked up at him hoping Felix wouldn't have to do something. My back hit something hard. I figured it was the wall so I stopped moving. The men looked above me. They looked horrified. I thought it was Felix so I didn't say anything.

"Is there a problem here?" A deep voice asked from above me. I turned around and almost screamed in surprise. It was Superman himself.

#batman #dc comics #fanfic #oc stuff #platonic batman #slight yandere #bruce wayne #jason todd #metropolis #gotham #superman #clark kent

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regina-del-cielo · 4 months

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Fic 20 questions

I was tagged by @bewires, thank you!

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

13, lucky number.

2 - What's your total AO3 count?

67,881 words. Not bad.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, only for The Old Guard (2020). I'm a "one hyperfixation at a time" type of person.

4 - What are your top five fics by kudos?

Celebrated for Their Frankness (P&P)

Kissing a Stranger (P&P)

Galeotto Fu'l Cane (P&P)

hand in hand, we stumble and we fall (then we stand, once and for all) (TOG)

seems like happiness is just a thing called Joe (TOG)

5 - Do you respond to comments?

99.9% of the time, yes, even if it's just to write "thank you for reading" thirty times in a row

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uuuuuh I don't actually write angsty endings? Even the sadder ones always have a vision of hope in the end

7 - What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, difficult to say. Probably c'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui (dans la vie) because it's Reunion and Fluff Galore. Or A Marriage of True Minds, because of Wedding Fluff and Feelings.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully not, and I hope it never happens

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No, not really. Love reading it, but I don't think I'll go that far myself.

10 - Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No I don't. The thought never really crossed my mind

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Never, thank goodness

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

No - although one could say that I already am doing my own mental translation since English is not my first language lol - but if someone wanted to I wouldn't mind, as long as they asked me first

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, never happened

14 - What's your all time favourite ship?

Why are you asking me to rank my children?! Darcy/Elizabeth has been around longer, but Joe/Nicky really Hit Different. So I say it's a tie.

15 - What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them? There's a reason I don't post WIPs - inspiration is flighty and cruel. I never say 'never', but knowing myself if I haven't worked on something for longer than a year it's unlikely I'll ever start again

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I'm the wrong person to ask this - Maybe plot coherency and world building? I tend to take a lot of time to make sure that the plot flows well and that things are as accurate I can get them. Also, clearly, writing soft and fluffy things.

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

I always have the feeling of my writing being clunky and too detail-filled, because I want the readers to see the scene as I see it in my mind. And I've never been able to stay within the number of words I expected to - my one-shots get stupidly long.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I literally make Nicky speak in Italian as much as I can get away with it all the time. But also, if it's a language you don't know well and unless you have a human who speaks it that can check it, I wouldn't just trust a translation software. I have seen enough of glaring Italian errors in fic to make me want to go "please just say that they spoke in another language in the dialogue tag I beg of you."

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Winx Club, a long long time ago, and not in English

20 - Favourite fic you've written?

I think it's a tie between hand in hand and We're Meant to Find Each Other - they're more team-focused than the others; hand in hand was the first I wrote for TOG fandom and a true stroke of inspiration. Meant to Find Each Other is the only multi-chaptered fic I ever managed to finish, it spans through multiple time periods, and the AU it's set in is very close to my heart.

I don't know who has already done this, but I'll tag @ellynneversweet @raedear @gallifreyburning @nicolos @nicolodigenovas and anyone else who feels like it!

#tag game #writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Chapter 8

Pillowtalk

The Vibe:

Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man (Official Audio)

Oh god, why am I so hot right now? and why can't I move?

I rub and slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight piercing through my windows. I look around to see why I can't move. Namor was lying face down on top of me, still very much asleep. He was hugged up on me and using me as a pillow; if you listen closely you can hear him softly breathing. My heart actually flutters

He's secretly a soft boy, who would've thought...

I rub his hair and back trying to coax him awake, "Namor" I whisper, "Namor wake up."

"hmm" he grunts

I quietly chuckle, "I have to get up"

"No"

"Yes"

He tightly holds on to me and rolls us over onto his back. "I don't want to get up," he says

Raising myself up to look at him, "You don't have to; I need to get up and stretch. Someone broke my back last night and then slept on top of me afterward."

Namor laughs, "Fine," He lets go of me, "Don't be long." I kiss his forehead and get up grabbing an oversized t-shirt of mine to throw on. Grabbing my phone o realize it's almost 11; while checking my notifications I head to the sitting room. Eventually putting some music on I begin to stretch out.

I am so sore, my legs and hips are extremely tight.

He really delivered on making me sore...

After 45 min or so of stretching and some light yoga, I end on my favorite full-body stretch. Sitting on my knees I bend backward and lay on my forearms grabbing my feet; I close my eyes and breathe letting my body relax into this pose.

"This is quite the sight." Namor steps in

"You like what you see?" I ask

"Very much." He steps forward standing right in front of me "You were supposed to come back to bed, I grew impatient"

Seeing him in the light of day fully naked, gave me butterflies. I sit up and look at him.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of time. How can I get you to forgive me?" I say batting my eyelashes and letting my shirt slightly fall off my shoulder exposing the top of my breasts.

Namor holds his hand out helping me up and turns me around to rub my shoulders. "You can start by showering with me," he whispers in my ear

"Gladly" I reply

Before we can head to the bathroom I hear a knock on the door. "how about you start without me, I'll be right there."

"He roughly grabs my ass and pulls me dangerously close to him, "Be quick Ki'ichpan," He says before heading to the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

Headed to the door I speak up, "Who is it?"

"It's Peter!"

I crack open the door trying to give myself a little humility. "Good morning lightweight"

"Hey not fair, that was my first time ever drinking."

I point at him "And last time until you're 21."

"Yea, yea, yea. Anyways wanna chill before brunch?" He begins to walk in.

I quickly put my hand in front of him, "Can I just meet you there; What time is Brunch?" I suspiciously ask

"12:30 pm. What's going on?"

"No-nothings wrong" I stutter and laugh

"Oh no. Is Bucky in there?" He whispers, "Millie nooooo"

"Ew oh my god. Bucky is not the one in here." I say offended, "Remind me to fill you in on that whole situation."

"Okay so then who is in there?" he questions

"That information is on a need-to-know basis and right now you don't need to know." I quip

His face lights with realization, "you didn't!"

I forcefully cover his mouth, "Hey don't judge me. A girl has needs and he's actually quite nice."

He tries to speak under my hand, I roll my eyes and remove it from his face, "What about your London friend? I was starting to think you liked him/them."

"It's complicated; plus we had no intentions of starting anything, no strings attached you know."

"Hmmm okay. Well have fun with your new beau, imma go check out Shuri's lab. See you at brunch and practice safe sex." He says as he walks away

The Vibe:

SZA - Love Galore (Alt Version) (Audio)

"Never!" I say closing the door. I head to the bathroom and find Namor in the shower.

"You're lucky," he says

"And why's that?" I say taking off my shirt

"You had one more minute before I came and got you"

Stepping behind him in the shower I begin to lather some soap in my hand and begin to wash his back, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I hope you didn't miss me too much" I begin to kiss his neck and shoulders

Namor rests his head on my chest as I begin to wash his front, "I did miss your touch"

I whisper in his ear, "Well forgive me for denying you of your needs your Royal Highness."

"I prefer God but I'll settle for King."

"Forgive me, King Namor," I say extra soft in his ear. Namor then turns around and pins me to the wall, kissing me with vigorous passion.

I guess he liked the sound of that

Namor dips down and begins to suck on my nipples causing sensations to go straight to my pussy, "Fuck" I moan

"You drive me insane. Every time I'm this close to you I forget about everything else." He lightly strokes my scar causing me to look away in shame. He continues, "I think everything about you is beautiful" he grabs my chin and makes me look at him, "Everything. Your body, your power, your brain; everything."

I didn't know we were freestyling love letters

"I don't know what to say" I honestly reply

"Say nothing. I say these things without the intention of wanting anything in return. Just know this, I have lived for almost half a century, and never have I been so pulled in by someone's aura. You disarm me. If and when you decide you are ready I'd make you my queen in a heartbeat."

"You don't mean that. That's the sex brain talking"

"I'm as sure as I am standing here. My mother was the voice that brought you to me. She'd always told me to settle for an equal and nothing less. You are my equal, hell more than my equal. I don't expect you to make any decisions any time soon."

"Namor we met 3 days ago, how could you so quickly be sure about me?"

"I just do. I understand you'll need time, I can wait. Besides I'd like to properly court you and get to know your world and you get to know mine. Give us a chance Ki'ichpan."

I look at him for a while, "You know I'm broken right? I don't mean that to sound dramatic but I am. I don't even know who I am. I've got some serious baggage"

"I don't care," he says sincerely

This is wild, what do I do? This man is pouring his heart out right and I'm frozen Aunt May's voice pops into my head, "True love finds you when you are least looking for it."

"Okay," I say

"Really?" He asks

"Mhmm low stakes, most that can happen is you break my heart which is not fun, really so not fun, but temporary."

He laughs, "And what if you break mine?"

"Impossible. I don't break hearts, I just collect them." I tease

The mood in the air was light; he was hopeful and I was hesitant but curious to see where this goes. He kisses me, once again with passion. I pull him to me wanting to be as close as possible; Namor sneaks his hand down my pussy and begins to stimulate my clit, driving me wild. Our passionate kiss turned into a hot and heavy makeout. Namor takes my legs and wraps them around him, so he could firmly pin me to the shower wall; He then takes his dick and slowly pushes himself inside me. He took his sweet time causing me to moan into his mouth.

"Hold on tight" The only warning he gave me before he starts to roughly fuck me against the wall; I grab his hair and scratch his back trying to hold on. Namor rests his head on my shoulder as he fucks me going in deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. I sing a melody of moans in his ear, begging him not to stop.

Namor sits his head up and rests his forehead on mine, "Say you're mine."

I try to answer but can't get any real words out.

Namor firmly grabs my hips and begins to pound into me even harder than before, "Say your mine." he growls out between gritted teeth. "Say it!" he demands.

"I'm yours!" I yell "Oh fuck I'm yours. Namor please.." I can't even finish my sentence I'm so close. He's hitting me so deep and I can't do anything but take it.

"I know baby, me too," he responds.

While kissing him I roughly pull the back of his hair, not on purpose, but just to hold on; he must have liked it because it made him moan into my mouth this time. I can feel him losing control, he's so close, and so am I. Namor begins to speak something in my ear in his native tongue, "Yaan u mierda in reina, kutaj Jach ma'alob. In yaakunech ka ma' je'el in pa'atik u meentikba utia'al Mantats' mía.In ki'ichpam, ki'ichpam reina. 'Fuck my queen, you feel so good. I love you, and cannot wait for you to be forever mine. My beautiful, beautiful queen'"

I wasn't sure what he said, as I could barely hear him outside of my own moans but it was just enough to bring me to climax. I hit my head on the back of the wall so hard I swear I saw stars, I couldn't control my movements anymore; it was like my orgasm took control.

After a few more thrusts, he pumps into me one last time holding himself there as he releases in me, making sure I take every last drop of him. Something about him holding me like this feels so intimate I swear I could have came all over again.

He smiles at me, "I could stay like this for eternity"

"If only" I laugh

He slowly pulls out of me and I wince, "I'm sorry Ki'ichpan, I should not have been as rough"

"Don't apologize, I like that you make me sore. Now every time I feel that pain, I'll think of you."

"Keep talking like that and I may have to take you again"

"Love that energy" I laugh and kiss him, "but If I don't get any food in me I might die."

"As you wish" he laughs

We finish up in the shower and get dressed. I'm wearing a teal off-the-shoulder bodysuit and a high-waisted mustard-yellow skirt. I wrap my hair back in a white head scarf to keep my braids out of my face. Namor opted to put on some of the white linen pants and top that were in my room's closet; we can't find the shorts that he tossed. He looks good though, like really good. Like good enough for me to forget about food good.

He sees me staring with lust in my eyes, "Behave yourself"

"How am supposed to when you look like that?" I laugh "ready?"

Yes, but I will meet you there. I need to check in with Namor and Attuma first.

"Okay," I say smiling "See you soon" He kisses me and we part ways

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I enter the dining area and see a large spread of breakfast food and an assortment of fruits and vegetables on the giant table. Shuri, Romanda, Okoye, Ayo, M'baku, Riri, Peter, and Bucky were all sitting around the table eating and talking.

"I hope I'm not too late," I say as I enter

"Of course not," Shuri says "Help yourself and have a seat"

I grab a plate and fill it with fruits and veggies and have a seat next to Peter.

He does nothing but looks at me funny

"Peter you wipe that smirk off your face before I kick your ass" I whisper to him

"Alright, Alright." He pauses, "Did you have fun?" he jokes

Ignoring him, I look away and pay my attention to Okoye, "We missed you last night. How was sparring with Attuma?"

She begins to shuffle in her seat a bit, "It was fine." she says, "How was everyone's night?" she asks successfully changing the subject

Weird

We all talk and laugh about last night's antics. It's been a while since Peter and I hung out with friends like this; actually, I suppose they're family now.

M'Baku speaks up, "Where's Nakia, Ross, and the Talokans?"

"Nakia and Ross left this morning," Shuri says, "I'm not sure about the others"

"Namor, Attuma, & Namora should be here soon; Namor just wanted to check in with them first."

"You saw Namor ?" Shuri asks

"Yea we ran into each other in the hallway on the way here." I try to convincingly say

"Hmm okay." Shuri

Oh god is she on to me?

I continue to eat my food and see bucky fuming in his seat.

Fuck he knows

Just when I thought the situation couldn't get worse, Namor walks in, "Hello everyone, may I join?"

"Of course. Come sit fish man." M'baku says

Namor nods and makes his way to the chair next to me and smiles making me blush a little.

"Where's my New bestie Namora?" Shuri asks

"And Attuma?" Okoye says, all of us looking at her with curiosity, "what? I'm just curious"

Oh my god they boned. NO WAY

"I sent them home to check on my people, I shall be joining soon."

My heart drops, just now realizing he has to go back home, this man has a whole kingdom to take care of. Seeing the sadness on my face Namor lays his hand on my leg and continues to speak, "Surely I shall be back soon"

"Good" Romanda speaks up, "I know our people started off on the wrong foot, and you did try to kill me.."

"And me" Riri interrupts

Romanda continues, "but we are now united, you are always welcome."

Namor bows his head, "thank you."

"Millaenyia I did the liberty of bringing you those books from our Library that we were talking about. They're there at the end of the table. The elders and I agree that you should keep them."

"Thank you, Queen Mother," I get up and make my way to the books. Some of them look like old spells books, the others diaries. When I pick one up I feel an intense energy hit me; I feel pain everywhere. My eyes roll back and I drop the book. My vision begins to disappear as I hear my friends scream for me rushing to my aid. Before I'm fully out I hear Peter calling my name on the verge of tears.

What's happening to me?

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filipfuckingtelford · 10 months

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Aim for the head part 5

New part of Sons of Anarchy x The Walking Dead fic. Heroes have to deal with two threats now. What would happen to them? Will they succeed to save their shelter? Would everyone survive?

Feel free to comment and enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

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Next morning eight Mayans came to join the future battle. Alvarez and his VP decided to stay at their shelter just in case and to coordinate people. Clay and Bobby were busy with others discussing possible strategy and which position would be the best for everyone of them when the fight begins.

Those family members and residents of the shelter who were not supposed to fight left to the Mayans safe house and were instructed to leave with their people if something goes wrong. One of Sons would have to go warn them.

Meanwile the suicide sqad - Chibs, Tig, Jax, Juice, Happy and Y/N were in the chapel discussing details of their plan.

"So you want all of us to surround the horde and lead then some other direction?" Jax asked Chibs as they were all looking at the map.

"Yes. We need to make sure all the horde or at least the biggest amount of empties would turn to where we lead them, so at first we'll need everyone to help" Chibs nodded and pointed to the map "Here, I think we'll meet them on the border of Lodi and it would be the best to lead them to their right, towards Rio Vista. There are not many towns in the area and a lot of rivers. If we get lucky some of them will simply drown"

"Then when we make sure they are heading to Suisun City, we can speed up and drive all the way around to Dixon, Sacramento and then head back home" Y/N supported, tracing the rout on the map.

"Sound like a plan. But it's not that far and Chibs said we need six people to change each other" Tig frowned.

"It's not far if you drive with your usual speed" Happy smirked.

"True. But we need to move slow to make sure the hoard didn't loose tracks. It will take us about nine or ten hours to lead the horde away and then about three hours to come back home" Jax counted and nodded.

"So we first make sure that they are following, then two of us stay with the horde and the rest drive fast ahead and have rest before they see us comming. Then new pair will keep leading the horde as the rest four will speed up again. And so on untill we reach the bridge leading to Rio Vista. After we and what's more important the horde pass this bridge we all speed up straight ahead and then turn to Dixon here" Chibs set the marker on the map "This way empties will keep going straing forward and won't follow us anymore"

"We need to change each other every couple of hours I think" Juice suggested "It will take a lot of concentration to lead the horde"

No one protested. The only question was when to start.

"It depends on when the hord will pass Lodi" Clay said when everyone including Sons and Mayans gathered together to make every detail of the plan clear for each one of them "And on when the gang will find us"

"If something goes wrong with the hord at least one of us should go back here as soon as possible to tell the others. But if something goes wrong here, I don't know... We'll probably find out only when we come back" Chibs frowned. He couldn't imagine the whole situation and it made him feel insecure about the whole plan.

"There's no other option Chibs, you stay safe out there and get back here, probably we will need your help if the fight would be as bad as we expect" Clay nodded "Okay, that's enough I think. Let's send someone to check on the horde and the road to the south to see if the gang's already coming to decide if we have to start today"

"I'll go check on the horde" Chibs stood up.

"I'll go to the south then" Juice joined him and together they left the clubhouse.

Filip mounted on his bike and headed towards the road leading to Lodi. On the cliff he stopped and looked down to the valley where the swarm of emties were still moving slowly but inevitably towards Charming. They were in Lodi already and by the speed of them he could tell that in the morning of the next day the hord will be right where they needed. So his group should probably start their mission in the night.

He leaned against his bike and lit a cigarette, taking deep drags on it and having his time to stop and relax. It had to be done, no matter how crazy the plan was. And Chibs finally felt relaxed. No matter what happens, they all will do what they can to protect their home.

He finally flick his cigarette out and headed back home. Everyone was still in the chapel waiting for him and Juice to come back. Chibs was the first one but he only had time to tell everyone about the timing when they heard the roar of engine outside and Juice rushed in.

"They're coming!" He exclaimed as he entered the chapel "Four cars on their way, I think they will be here in about an hour guys"

"Let us begin then" Clay raised from his chair and looked around "Get ready for it brothers and God help us all"

As fast as they could Chibs, Tig, Jax, Juice, Happy and Y/N packed some food and water along with some ammunition to bags on their bikes.

Clay and Bobby came to say goodby just in case. As guys were hugging and shaking hands, Y/N wrapped her arms around Clay's neck and he kissed her forehead.

"Be carefull out there, baby" He said quietly, holding her tight.

"I will, daddy. And please be safe here" She replied and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

As Clay let her go, Chibs came up to her. He still couldn't believe she was goind to participate in any of the shit they had to deal with.

"Lass" He looked into her eyes not really sure what to say.

"I love you, Filip" She smiled gently "We'll be okay"

"I love you too, Y/N" Chibs whispered and mounted on his bike.

Others followed his lead, the gates opened and six bikes headed outside, leaving the rest to protect their shelter. As soon as they turned the corner they heard the engines of heavy cars approaching the clubhouse. Everyone knew what will follow.

The road to Lodi took them about twenty minutes. From the height of the hill they saw the horde moving in the valley and while for Chibs it was nothing new now the rest of the group was shocked by the view of it. Filip stopped not far away from the right turn they needed and took his helmet off.

"We probably need to wait a bit until the horde comes to the open place so we can surround them" He said as everyone unmounted.

The group sat on the ground on the side of the road and waited. Chibs took Y/N's hand discreetly and squeezed it gently relaxing a bit as he felt her touch.

"We didn't decide who would be first two and the rest teams" Jax said in awhile as he was looking right infront of him, smoking.

"Aye, Jackie Boy" Chibs noded and looked at his brothers "Me and Y/N would be the first one"

"Juicey, would you keep my company to be the second team?" Jax asked and Ortiz agreed.

"We would be the last two then" Tig smirked "I love teaming up with Hap"

"You're still sick bastard even if I'm around" Happy laughed.

They kept silence for awhile. No one knew how long they waited when Jax stood up.

"Okay lady and gentlmen, our cue" He said and put his helmet back on as the fisrt empties started leaving the city of Lodi.

Everyone was ready, they mounted on bikes and drove slowly towards the horde. Empties heard the roar of engines at once, they usual indifferent pace changed and they fastened willing to attack and kill any human being they met. But the group was ready. As soon as the horde was on the flat land Chibs and Y/N continued driving in front of it and others went on the sides surrounding empties from right and left.

"Come here rotten bastards!" Tig yelled excited yet terrified by the sight of so many zombies around.

"You try to come and get me!" Jax's voice from the other side of the crowd was heard.

Chibs pulled out the gun and made several shots in the air attracting even more attention to himself.

Slowly but steadily the hord started following trying to get them, but everyone was aware of the distance to keep in order to still draw bastards' attention and stay safe at the same time.

It took them about half an hour to get all the horde following and as it was done Tig, Happy, Jax and Juice sped up, leaving Y/N and Chibs alone with empties. Filip glanced at his lass to make sure she was okay. She was nervous of course, she didn't have as much experience with the bike as Sons and thus Chibs was the one to shout sometimes and shoot to keep the attention of zombies, Y/N needed to drive along his side just in case.

For the first hour everything was fine, but as the first beams of sunlight started warming up the air some noise was heard from the middle of the horde. Chibs looked back right on time to see the source for it. Several rotten creatures were moving their way faster than the rest of the horde. They looked just the same as the one which killed Miles at n9ers base.

"Christ" Chibs mumbled aiming. Happily the usual empties made it harder for their faster relatives to reach people and Filip could shoot them down before it was too late.

"What the hell?" Y/N tried to look around as well but she couldn't drive like that and had to watch the road.

"It's okay!" Chibs replied and took a bit to the left to see the horde from the side. He didn't notice any other odd activity though and got back on his track.

Two hours passed from the moment they started leading the horde and soon Chibs noticed his brothers on the distance. They saw him and Y/N as well and mounted on their bikes ready to switch places with the first team.

Juice and Jax took their places in the head of the horde while Tig, Happy and Y/N sped up.

"Be careful, brother" Filip said to Juice before he followed the others "I've seen three of those fast jumpers we met at niners. Watch the crowd"

"For fucks sake can we just have a bunch of normal empties" Juice pleaded and laughed "I got it, Chibby, thank you"

Chibs gave him small smile and headed forward to meet others ahead.

As he parked his bike next to other three Harleys and took his helmet and gloves off, Y/N looked at him confused.

"Why were you shooting? What did you see?" She asked worried.

"There were three creatures similar to the one from niners base" Chibs replied.

"Oh my god" Y/N pressed her palm to her lips shocked and Chibs couldn't stop himself from pulling her closer to himself to comfort her.

"It's okay love, I killed those" He whispered quietly not paying any attention to Tig and Happy looking at them with surprise.

"Why didn't they attack the moment they noticed us?" Happy finally broke the silence.

"I don't know, brother" Chibs shrugged still holding Y/N in his arms "I think it might to be the sunlight. They attacked right after the sunrise. The one that attacked Miles was very active and it was after noon. It's like they are inactive and sleepy in the night. Opposite to the usual ones who are more active when it's dark. It's just an idea though"

"Bad... That's fucking bad. We always thought we're in partial safety during the day" Tig exhaled heavily.

"Aye. But we never saw those new creatures before. They may be mutating or something" Chibs finally let Y/N go as she calmed down a little and took his flask out.

They were having rest for about two hours or so when they heard the engines and saw Jax and Juice riding slowly followed by the horde. Mounted they got ready to meet their friends and Tig with Hap were about to take their shift.

As the group approached Ortiz and Teller they saw that Juices' kutte was covered in some green goo on the back and the leather of it was melted a little.

"Be careful and watch out for everything unusual, guys" Jax stated leaving his post for Tig and Happy and drove faster followed by the others.

"What the fuck?" Chibs asked as they've stopped several miles away from the horde.

"New beast" Juice smirked with disgust and took his kutte off to clean it up and to make sure none of this liquid is on his skin.

"It was thin and tall, raising above others, slow though. We were trying to figure out what it was when it spit this green shit at Juicey" Jax explained "I shot it, but you see how this thing works. I hope it won't affect him"

"How many new species of those rottens are there, holly shit" Y/N shook her head and helped Juice to clean up, avoiding contact with the liquid.

"I hope we won't find any new ones" Chibs closed his eyes. He felt tired and stressed and god only knew what else they were about to face.

Next several hours were okay, they kept changing each others every now and then and nothing new happened, just the road ahead, the horde behind and the thoughts of what was going on back at TM shelter. Everyone was concerned about the outcome of the fight there.

The bridge leading to Rio Vista was not that far away but everyone was exhausted by this long drive. It was the end of Tig and Happy's second shift, Chibs and the others already saw them coming when something bad happened.

Out of nowhere the small crooked figure jumped out of the horde and landed on Happy's back, long disgusting fingers grabbing his head, scratching his skin, closing his eyes.

"Fuck!" Chibs yelled and jumped on his bike immediately rushing towards his brother as the rest of the group followed.

"I can't aim!" Tig shouted as this thing was squirming constantly and Tragger didn't dare to shoot as he could hurt Happy.

"I can't see anything" Happy breathed out hardly holding his harley in balance. "I'm gonna fall"

With the side vision Chibs noticed Y/N passing him and approaching Happy, holding the handlebar with one hand and her bowie knife with the other.

"Careful!" Chibs shouted, unable to help her.

The blade piereced through creature's head easily and it let go of Happy allowing him to regain balance. But Y/N herself lost control of her bike at this point and fell down. Her harley smashed againt the crowd of empties and she rolled down to the side of the road.

"Drive! Make them follow you!" Chibs yelled at his friends and turned towards Y/N as she was laying down on the ground and several empties were moving her way ready to grab and tear her apart. He couldn't let it happen. Speeding up towards her Filip shot several of them but the one was too close and it was dangerous to shoot. "Lass, I'm coming"

He didn't realize tears of fear were falling down his face. Chibs was there the very next second, grabbing Y/N's hand and pulled her onto his bike right before the empty could grab her.

"Jesus, Y/N!" Telford could hardly breath driving on the side of the road along the hoard but he finally returned to the road and sped up to catch up with the rest of the group.

"I had to help" Y/N was holding on him tight now sitting on the back of his bike "Harley was just too heavy for me"

"You could've died" Filip whispered. He couldn't stand this thought or say it out loud.

"Let's drive all together, it's not long" Jax suggested as Chibs was finally with them.

"Aye" He agreed not really able to argue or even think straight right now.

So all six of them kept driving slowly across the river and further untill they finally saw the road sign they agreed to be the point to speed up and go back home. The roar of their engines got louder and soon the horde was left behind as Sons turned to the right towards Dixon.

In about an hour they've stopped at the abandoned gas station. As soon as everyone unmounted Happy came up to Y/N and took her palms in his, pressing his lips against her skin. This gesture was so unexpected that everyone froze watching.

"Happy? Are you okay?" Y/N asked confused.

"Yeah. I owe you my life, girl. Thank you for saving my ass" Happy said and he really meant it. Then he let go of her hands and looked at Chibs "Sorry, brother. I won't ever touch your woman again"

Filip smirked and pulled Y/N closer to himself "It's fine Hap. And you!" He looked at her strict "Don't you ever dare to risk your life Y/N Y/L/N"

"I had to help, Filip! It was too dangerous to shoot!" She looked up at him, smiling gently "You saved me, I'm fine, don't worry"

Chibs leaned down to her and kissed her lips softly unable to stay away from her after he almost lost her.

"Oh... Wow" Juice who was the last one to find out about those two couldn't say anything more and made Tig and Happy laugh so hard.

They all needed some relief after all they've been through.

"At least we're all alive and safe" Jax stated after they had some rest and some snacks "Let's get back home"

Two more hours that seemed like eternity. Chibs was hardly keeping his eyes opened as they were riding back to Charming. It was so dark around since all the lights were off long ago and they could harly see the way but kept driving everyone willing to get back home and find out how it all went.

Familiar contours of Charming buildings could be finally seen in the dim light of their bikes and Sons were moving towards the TM shelter ready to join the fight if it was still on. But it ended. The gates of the safe house were opened, two of the recruits standing on guard while the yard was almost empty.

Parking his harley Chibs noticed several bodies covered with fabrics on the futher side of the territory and could only guess who it was.

"Everyone who survived are inside" one of the recruits notified closing the gates and sat on the ground to have some rest.

"Sheit" Chibs mumbled as he followed Y/N and Jax who rushed inside as soon as they could. Tig, Happy and Juice just laid on the ground unable to move just yet.

What he saw inside was bad. Gemma was sitting on the couch with Abel and Thomas and Clay was laying on the table in the chapel, Tara trying to help him.

"Daddy!" Y/N rushed towards the table to check on her father and help Tara who was now trying to stop the bleeding from the bullet hole.

"I'm okay, sweetheart" Clay whispered weak and smiled seeing her. Tara just let out a relieved sigh as soon as Jax appeared next to her.

"Thanks God" she exhaled and continued her work "Press here Y/N while I stich him up. You dad would be fine but he needs rest"

"Where's Bobby and Ratboy?" Chibs asked quietly as he landed on the couch next to Gem and boys.

Gemma shook her head grief on her face and Filip groaned hiding his face in his palms. He couldn't believe his brothers were gone.

"Chibs" Clay called from the chapell ten minutes later when he was stiched. He was sitting in his chair even though Tara protested. He needed to deal with what they've got here before he could have rest. Tara and Jax were holding each other in the corner of the room and Tig, Juice and Happy already took their places around the table. Tig couldn't hold back tears as he heard about Bobby and Ratboy, Juice was silent and pale and Happy's face was now a stone mask with no expression on it.

Filip took his place and immediately felt Y/N's palm on his shoulder as she stood behind him trying to ease his pain at least a little. He was grateful for that. He needed her around to feel anything but sorrow and anger.

"Tell me what happened, pres" Chibs asked.

"There were about forty of them. Their leader who you saw there at the base was a real prick. He knocked our gates as soon as you guys left and introduced himself. Negan he said. And he demanded lots of supplies to leave us alone" Clay caughed but stopped Tara from any comments as she was about to order him to go to bed.

"Christ" Chibs mumbled "So you turned him down?"

"Yeah. We had battle for several hours in a row and we fucking killed almost everyone. But Bobby didn't make it and Ratboy was bitten by one of many empties who entered the territory while we were fighting" Clay kept explaining what happened not looking at anyone "They finally left hardly having enough people to drive their cars but Negan promised he will come back and have more people with him. He will probably be here in the morning. So I've sent those three Mayans who survived along with one of our recruits to warn our people. Only Tara and Gemma came back here. All of our people left with Mayans including that recruit. And I can't blame them. We probably should leave as well before those people show up again"

No one could say a word. Sons never thought that in this crazy broken world the main threat would still be the other gang. And no one wanted to leave this place, no one had any idea about where to go. Yet there were probably no more options.

"We really have to leave" Y/N said finally "There are only eleven of us left so we need a car for mom, dad, Tara and boys your bikes and the van. Everyone who will drive should have at least couple of hours of sleep. And dad should have rest as well"

"Okay, baby. Who am I to argue" Clay let out a small laugh and stood up heavily. He headed to the dorm followed by Gemma who was the one to drive.

"Go, Filip. Have rest" Y/N squeezed Chibs' shoulder and he obeyed.

Soon Jax, Tig, Happy and Juice as long as one of the recruits named Tray left as well as they were also supposed to drive in the morning and Y/N, Tara and Gemma along with the last one of the recruits named Ashley started packing everything they could.

By the break of dawn everything was ready. The last thing they did before leaving was burying their people. Five bikes one car and the van left the clubhouse and the group headed to the East, Valley Springs being their first destination point. The Teller-Morrow shelter was left behind the whole area mined as a goodby surprise for the gang that was about to show up.

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