#They also probably don’t mention it in fear of seeming crazy

[pavlov-sdog]

Many posts lately have got me thinking about how Bell mentions struggling with remembering things at the beginning of the campaign and then basically never mentioning it again.

Each time they do they’re quickly brushed off, even when its not just something small or reasonable to forget. When talking to Park after fractured jaw, Park says that Bell supposedly spent hours decrypting the dossier, yet they have absolutely no memory of it. 

While we don’t see much of it, it wouldn’t be a shock that memory issues effect Bell a lot, we just don’t hear much about it. Imagine being so confused about losing so many hours worth of your memory and your colleagues and even most trusted friend just tell you to take a nap, maybe you need more coffee, oh don’t be so silly how could you possibly forget? Bell probably just gets to a point they avoid mentioning it knowing they’ll just be brushed off. They’re left to question their sanity and how much else they could’ve possibly forgotten with no support system. Also probably half the things Bell ‘forgot’ are things that never happened in the first place, the team is just lying to them, making it even harder.

[tobeafangirl]

just a favor

Words: 8,129 Rating: M (language, angst, first time, oral receiving/giving, fingering, slight worshiping, fluff) Type: Oneshot (Harry Styles x Reader) A/N: Sorry this took me a minute, what was suppose to be short got out of hand. Let me know what else you'd like to see!

Harry Styles was just a guy. So why was he treated as if he was a god? Clearly. It was annoying because Harry wasn’t even a bad guy. He didn’t gloat that he had girls (and guys) falling at his feet. Didn’t pay much attention to the fact that he was the best player on the football team with scouts already heavily watching him. 

He was nice. 

And it was annoying. 

“I don’t get why he bothers you.” Louis said for the third time and I shot him an annoyed expression because Louis was honest and the voice of reason and stupid. Louis was stupid. 

“Just admit you have a crush on him, Y/N. It’s not like you’d be the only one.” Did she mention that Louis was stupid?

“I don’t have a crush, Louis. He just thinks he’s all that and it’s annoying.” She said with a huff, crossing her arms because she didn’t know why she was having this conversation. She just glanced at Harry and rolled her eyes. She did that nearly everyday she saw him. Habit at this point. 

“But he doesn’t though.” Louis said softly and she hated the truth in his words. Because like she stated, Harry was a nice guy. He didn’t think he was all that, but part of him still knew he was so, she’d take that and run with it. “Shut up.” She mumbled over the topic already. 

Because Louis didn’t know. Didn’t know what happened  three summers ago. Didn’t know that Y/N and Harry had a whole conversation and partial argument back then. He didn’t know that Harry had cornered Y/N yesterday in remembrance of the conversation that they had. 

***

Harry and her were sat perched on a rooftop of a friend of a friend. They had spoken briefly in passing. They had mutual friends so they had always been cordial with each other at least but tonight, they were having a whispered conversation, one meant for them and only them. 

They were drunk, not too far gone but enough to at least feel something. A fuzzy light feeling bubbling in both their chests.

Y/N was in her feelings. She could admit it. She had watched all of her friends grow up in front of her eyes. Significant others, first kisses, virginities lost. And she just…stayed. It’s not like she wasn’t an attractive girl, she was, she just…had standards? Fears? Who knows. She just knew that the idea of being intimate sort of scared her and she didn’t trust just anyone. 

Harry got an ear full of that on that night, but he listened. Like, actually sat and listened to her complain and talk about something so personal and he didn’t judge. Although, she had a feeling the notches on his belt were over the normal amount. Was there even a normal amount? 

“I just feel like I’m missing out on experiences but I also don’t want to rush those? Does that even make sense?” She whispered into the air around them. She didn’t know how else to put it, but Harry seemed to understand. At least she made some sort of sense to him. 

He made sure she knew that as well as he spoke softly to her. “It does, yeah.” And that made her smile genuinely, because she was starting to think she was crazy. “Thanks for listening, Harry.” She felt like she needed to thank him on repeat. She knew that it was probably boring sitting here and listening to her complain about something so small. So dumb to others. Even Harry probably.

“Anytime, Y/N.”

A quiet silence blanketed them at Harry's final words. A signal that maybe the conversation was over but Y/N tilted her head a bit, letting the cool night air brush her hair back for her as she opened her mouth to speak again. What she was about to say – to suggest – was either something really smart or really stupid.

“Would you—would you think about something?” This time her voice was barely there. She watched as Harry’s brow arched and his head also tilted, their stances near mimicking each other. 

“What do you mean?”

And sure, fair question, she probably wasn't making any sense. She'd blame that on the alcohol in the morning if she had to.  “Like what if by like the end of school term, if I haven’t..done it..would you…um..” She was hoping he would catch on to what she was saying but the way he just looked more confused told her that was not the case. 

“I mean you've done it, right?” Sex. she wanted to scream at him. That was what she was talking about, and she thought it was obvious, it seemed Harry finally caught on. “Yeah?” he nodded his head slowly, she probably thought she was crazy, especially considering this interaction was the first real one they had ever had.

She watched as Harry's face contorted a bit, realizing fully now. She wondered if his heart was beating as fast as her. Insight, it was. “Are you trying to ask me to have sex with you?” He asked in a rushed tone and that was the fastest she had ever heard Harry speak. Normally he was all drawn out and slow, careful, really but not just then and it made her cheeks immediately heat up. 

“Well, not like — I don’t know, just if maybe I haven’t by Uni—“ I tried to explain what I meant but it just came out a garbled mess and Harry reached over, placing a hand on Y/N’s arm and he felt so warm. “Okay.” He said simply, softly. 

“Okay?” She asked a bit weary but he nodded his head. No hesitation. 

“Mhm.” And with a soft caress of her arm, Harry was gone. Walked past her and straight back to the party that was bustling beneath them. 

And then a few months after that conversation,  the argument happened. It was all Harry’s fault. Or that’s what Y/N tells herself. It’s easier that way. 

Another mutual friend, another party and Harry and Y/N found themselves in a room downstairs. The basement technically. Y/N had came down here to find some quiet and Harry had noticed. 

He said he wanted to check on her, make sure that she was okay. And that’s how they ended up talking that night but it was different than the time before because they cuddled. 

She doesn’t even really remember how they got into that position. She hadn’t been drinking — Harry didn’t seem drunk either. 

They were just talking and began to shift. To get comfortable and then Harry’s arm was firmly around her waist and her head was pressed against his chest and he kept tracing patterns on her arms and she could’ve sworn she would have fell asleep if it weren’t for Harry’s next move. 

As they laid, talking about literally anything and particularly nothing, Harry slowly ran his thumb across Y/N’s cheek and leaned in. At that moment she was frozen, and when their lips met, she melted. 

It wasn’t long, maybe a brief moment. A couple of seconds, just enough time for a few heart skips and then a beat but she pulled back abruptly and winced. 

“What are you doing?” She asked breathlessly, her heart throbbing in her chest and Harry looked slightly confused, like he didn’t understand the question she was asking. As if what was going on what just normal. Worst part? Felt normal. 

Harry let out a small huff of laughter but it wasn’t entirely humorous, it was a bit nervous, a lot confused. “Kissing you?” He tilted his head some and then he was moving back in.  Going to kiss her again and she panicked. She sat up quick and fast and it almost gave her a headache. 

“This was not the plan.” Her voice came out rushed and somewhat unsure. She didn’t know how to address the situation, how to stop her mind from over thinking. Harry was just as confused, his eyebrows shot up and he sort of looked at Y/N as if she had three heads, she didn’t blame him for that. 

“I thought you wanted to.” Harry’s voice was full of uncertainty and he quickly sat up to look at her a bit more intensely. He actually looked a bit, hurt? “At the end of last term.” She said a bit breathless, as if his look had taken her aback. 

“So, what? I’m only good to sleep with if it’s a last resort?” And that sentence took her for surprise. She didn't think about it that way. Harry had agreed, she didn’t really know where this was coming from. She sat, confused, her mouth opening and closing but nothing was coming out, no words could help her comprehend how it got to this point.

“What the fuck, Y/N.” That is when her brain kicked in, trying to back track, to correct, to maybe help him understand where she was coming from, “That’s—that’s not—“ But it was already too late, she could tell. The way Harry's eyes narrowed, the way he looked at her like he couldn’t believe what she was saying. She felt so lost. 

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. Pissed. “Not what you meant?” He laughed after that, unamused, like he didn’t believe her. He leaned closer to her again but this time it wasn’t inviting. There was no look of affection in his eyes, no sweet tone shared between them. Just cold. 

“Is that how you see me? Some heartless fuckboy?”

Y/N couldn’t lie. There might have been a reason as to why she asked Harry of all people. It wasn’t like he was a player per se, but he did have a lot of exes and people talk so she sort of figured he might be down for a one-time scenario. 

She looked around, ashamed of her assumption, then in a soft whisper she asked “Then why did you agree?” Because he didn’t have to and she thought she was pretty clear on what she wanted out of the agreement. But when she looked at Harry he had this look of regret on his face, one she never wanted to see again.

“Yeah, I really don’t think I know the answer to that anymore.”

Then, there was Monday, two days ago when Harry approached her at her locker. She hadn’t really spoken to him since that night. She didn’t think he’d want to talk to her and the way he had successfully ignored her existence until that morning, she figured she was right about her assumption this time. 

“Hey.” Harry said flatly as he leaned against the locker beside mine. His arms were lazily crossed and his face read that he didn’t really want to be here. 

“Hey” Y/N said back, confusion clearly in her voice. She tilted her head and raised her brow. This was on the verge of triggering her fight or flight. He was just standing there like this wasn’t weird or awkward when clearly neither one of them wanted to be talking to each other.

Harry’s brows then raised and then he gave her a look that screamed ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’ as he motioned his hand objectively.“So, have you?”She looked at him like he was from a different planet entirely, as if she was dropped in the middle of some random conversation in an alternate universe. 

“Have I what?” She spat. Harry just took a small step back, looked at her longways and trailed his eyes from head to toe, indicating exactly what he was asking as he bit his lower lip lightly. 

Her eyes immediately narrowed and her hand came flying up to smack him in the chest. He caught my hand. Dammit. “What the fuck, Harry? You can’t just ask me that!” Her voice was like a low hiss, full of venom and just for him. He just smirked.

“So that’s a no.”

She yanked her wrist away from him, rubbing it as if his embrace hurt. It didn’t, it just caused her to feel things she didn’t want to admit. “How do you even remember that conversation? You were so drunk.”

And then seriously close and all too low Harry spoke, “No amount of alcohol can make me forget that.” He didn’t mention it though, the fight they had. The night that caused them to not speak until this moment. Three whole years. It was as if it had never happened. And maybe in some weird way that was a silent apology and for some reason, she was okay with that.

“I’ve been sending guys threats to make sure this moment would happen.” Harry spoke after she had been silent for a moment, snapping her out of her swimming thoughts. She rolled her eyes, looking slightly as she shook her head. “You’re not funny.”

“Who said I was kidding?”

There he was, all close and in her personal space again as if he belonged there. Like it was shared. Her breath hitched, even if she didn’t want it to because judging by his smirk that’s exactly what he wanted and she just gave it to him. Her mouth felt dry and she suddenly forgot how to form words so when Harry pressed her mouth was already slightly parted.

“Well? Are you free this weekend?”

In one swift breath she said, “It’s just a one time thing.” She wanted to make it clear this time. No misunderstandings. 

Harry nodded as if he did this regularly every Tuesday morning.

“A one time thing.”

***

No. She thinks instantly. Because this has got to be some type of sick joke. Harry had answered his door shirtless and Y/N was doing her best not to squirm on sight. Though easier said than done because Jesus fucking Christ what nineteen year old looks like that?

All tone and muscle but soft and inviting and slightly tan and tattoos and—fuck. And Harry smirks because he knows. Knows how he looks. That he’s sought after. That the reason why Y/N was here was not so innocent. 

“You look nice, princess.” Something about the way Harry’s eyes flickered up her body made her want to kiss and punch him all at once. 

“This isn’t some fifty shades of grey, Harry.” She murmured, arms crossing as she glanced around her. Making sure no one saw her, as if any of his neighbors would know who she was, but she didn’t want to take the chance. He seemed to notice her nervous demeanor and she was sure it made him smirk wider. 

“Could be, if you wanted.” He said with a low drawl to his voice and she shook her head as she tried to stay focused. “Are you going to let me in or what?” She snapped, and he chuckled, stepping aside but he left his arm out so that she would have to limbo underneath it. It was official. He was a weirdo. 

She walked further into the house and glanced around some. It looked like your typical average family home. Kept up and on trend of whatever is in style now. It made her smile, she didn’t know what she would have expected, but it wasn’t this. “Anyone home?”

“No offense, but you wouldn’t be here if so.” Harry said honestly as he stood behind Y/N. He had stuffed his hands into his pockets and she could feel his eyes all over her body, not able to settle. 

She tilted her head from side to side. “Point.”

Just then her breath hitched because she could feel Harry. Close, like a magnet the pull was clear and it was static. She turned slowly, coming face to face with Harry. He was right there, merely inches away. 

“Are you nervous?” He was so close his breath was practically mingling with hers. She felt like they were sharing a bit too much air. She gave a small shrug and in a moment of vulnerability she decided to be honest. “Yes? No? I’m not sure.”

She did not hold her virginity to some higher power that she felt like she needed to save. However, there was also a part of her that believed that there should be something special to it. Oddly enough, although she didn't understand it, she trusted Harry. 

“You know we don’t really have—“ But she reached up to cover his mouth before he could finish his sentence. Silencing him, if he kept that up, she would over think and she didn’t want to do that right now. She wanted to be in the moment with him and that was it. Just them and the moment. 

“I want to, Styles. I wouldn't be here if I didn’t.”

And then he was backing away, as if the moment didn’t even happen. He clapped his hands and nodded, as if this was a normal business transaction. “Alright cool. So, what all have you done?”

His bluntness made her recoil a bit, her head tilting. Whatever happened to chivalry or whatever you would call it during such an interaction. “Oh so we’re just going to get right to it?” She asked with raised eyebrows, her voice filled with annoyance. 

“Sorry, did you want to have small talk?” Harry spit it right back at her and for some reason that made her soften, slowly and she gave into this, whatever this was. Because one thing she knew? She didn’t want to leave “No, guess not.”

She took a deep breath and let it out in a rush, she shrugged.“Not much.” She admitted, yeah, it was a bit vague but she didn’t feel like she needed to go into too much detail. She had a few boyfriends in the past, but not much happened with them.

“Doesn’t really help me sweetheart.” Harry said as he moved to take a seat on the couch, his hand coming to rub his jaw but I couldn't tell if it was out of annoyance or out of amusement. Whatever it was, it was really attractive. 

“I’ve done more to guys then I have had done to me.” That seemed to stump Harry. He looked at her like she was lying, his brows pulled inward and his eyes shifting but seemingly always landing on me. “Really?”

“Yes.” My answer was simple and easy,

“So you haven’t been…worshiped properly?” Harry’s eyes did that thing again where they looked me up and down slowly, taking his time like he held all of time that exists but her mind hung on one word. “Worshiped?” She huffed out and Harry rolled his eyes like she was too innocent for her own good.

“Have you ever been eaten out?” He asked bluntly and she almost choked on her own spit, because what the fuck?  “Harry!” She contemplated on trying to swat at him like earlier but she knew how that turned out so she crossed her arms instead, as if she was hiding herself from him. 

“It’s a yes or no question, love.” He almost sounded impatient, as if he didn't have the time for this. She almost said something about it, but she responded to the question instead. 

“…No.” She answered honestly. 

He quirked a brow. “Do you want to be?” He said it simply, like it was a normal offer, like they were simply negotiating something completely and utterly normal. 

“…..Yes.” this time her response was breathless. 

“Perfect, we’ll start there and how do we feel about kissing?”  She watched as Harry stood up once again and for some reason that caused her to sit down, his brow raised at that, but he didn’t mention it. “Kissing is nice.” She said softly, and she remembered how he kissed before. So gentle, so sweet. 

“Do you want a safe word?” She didn't know she was drifting off into a dazed world remembering their first kiss, the good parts of it at least, and then was snapped back into reality with Harry's question. “A safe word? Harry, I was just kidding about the fifty shades of grey stuff.” She scoffed, if she had a jacket on, she’d tug it tighter, anything to keep him from ogling at her. 

He chuckled, amused, his smirk present. “So, keep it sweet and gentle?” he asked but his voice held something else in there, like he just wanted me to say it. So, she  gave him what he wanted. Anything to get this show on the road before she found herself changing her mind. “It is my first time, you know.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck in a way that said he was satisfied with what she gave him. “Touché.” He spoke as he took a step closer to the couch again. This made her heart rate start to pick up. 

“But…how about we just…go with the flow?” She suggested. That way things didn’t feel too forced or planned out. Maybe if they talked like they have before things would just flow naturally, they seemed to then. “Flow? I can do that.” Harry gave another nod and then sat right beside her, the entirety of our sides touched and of course this was all intentional. 

“What are you doing?” She asked a bit hesitantly and Harry huffed out a soft chuckle. “Sitting by you.” Harry said with a smug smile on his face, she rolled her eyes. How did he always snap back so quickly? She found it really annoying and unfortunately attractive. 

She pulled an amused smile, her eyes roaming over Harry as he sat next to hear. He shifted, moving so that his arm was behind the couch, it shouldn’t feel as comfortable as it did but she didn’t mind it. She let out a small chuckle of her own at his primary school attempt. “Is this the move?”

“I was thinking we could relax and watch a movie, whatever happens…” Harry mimicked juggling with his hands and she slowly finished his sentence. “….happens?”

Harry stopped moving his hands, then falling to his lap with a soft clap. He gave one firm nod. “Yeah.” His voice was soft as he spoke and her reply was instant. “Okay, yeah.”

***

So, the night continued and Harry picked some movie for them to watch. It didn’t matter what it was, the reasoning for it being a distraction and they both knew that. A way to attempt normalcy during such a transactional experience. 

It was about half-way through the movie when Harry shifted. He had started rubbing her arm around ten minutes in, and her arm became her neck not too long after. She had to admit, she was breathing a bit heavy. The interaction causes her mind to start edging toward the fuzzy state. 

Just when the room felt quiet and the air felt thick, she felt the tip of Harry’s nose graze the nape of her neck, and this his breath, hot little welcoming puffs against her neck that she automatically leaned into. He started to press soft closed-mouth kisses to her neck and she had to take a deep breath. “Is this okay?” Harry asked in a whisper. 

“Mhm.” She nodded. Her eyes fluttering as she shifted a bit closer to him, he took that as an invite to continue. Which was good, because it was. His lips started moving with ambition now, more firm, messy but still just kisses and that was still driving her up a wall. 

“How about this?” He asked for confirmation once more, his hand starting to wander, roam. Over clothes and yet still burning a fire within her. It is not like she had never been touched like this, but something about Harry’s hands caressing her like they were meant to be there was like something she never felt. “Y-yeah.”

Harry then started to move, slowly but smoothly, leaning Y/N back on the couch, his kisses to her neck shifting, trying to find a spot that made her gasp. He succeeded. “Harry I—“ She started, she didn’t even know why she was even somewhat hesitant. 

He pulled back just slightly, just enough to speak softly to her. Soft concern filled his voice with a mixture of reassurance that caused her skin to burn. “If you want to stop, just tell me, yeah? I respect you Y/N. I won’t do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“Okay.”

And then he was back at it. Lips on her neck hot as the back of her was pressed to mold into the couch beneath her. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.” Those words cause her eyes to widen, her pleasure to deepen and a heat start to pool in the pit of her stomach, making her entire body buzz. 

Without even realizing it, his name slipped from her mouth. Something soft and sweet and oh so very innocent, it nearly ruined Harry then and there. 

“I’ve dreamed about this moment, Y/N. I’ve thought about you under me, my headboard hitting the wall, my name leaving your lips just like that. Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea how much you drive me absolutely insane.”

She was expecting a lot, but this? Jesus Christ. 

“Just one fucking look and you had me half-hard thinking about you all day. It’s a crime really.”

She really wished Harry would shut up because at this rate, she was already an absolute wreck and nothing had happened yet. 

That's when he shifted, his eyes locking with Y/N’s. His were dark and simply beyond control now as he panting and she wasn’t far behind him.  “You want to go to my room?” What a lust filled voice he had. All husk and warm and she had to squeeze her thighs together. She nodded because words were the enemy right now and it was really starting to piss her off, the effect the boy next to her had. It should be illegal.

He was quick to stand, taking her hand and quickly walking to what she suspected was his room. He was eager and he wasn’t afraid to show it. Something about that made this ten times hotter. To have someone who looked like they were sculpted by the Gods actually interested like this, it was a confidence boost that came with an ego. 

Harry opened the door to his room and let Y/N walk in first. She glanced around, eyes a bit wide as she took in his room. She had never seen a space that described someone so much. Just the right amount of sophistication mixed with teenage boy. She was impressed. 

“What?” Harry asked somewhat sheepishly, it caused Y/N to turn around on her heels as give him a soft smile. She shrugged some, looking around once again.  “It’s just, I don’t know, you?”

Harry's brows shot up in a teasing way, his head nodded slowly at her observation. “It is my room.” Harry gave his sarcastic answer and Y/N rolled her eyes almost immediately after, as if this was their normal banter they had done for years. “You know what I mean.”

Stepping forward, Harry found his way into her space again. “I do.”

His hand found her waist and held her. Firm, tight, close. His forehead placed gently against hers. Their breath mingled in a way that was tempting and so hot. And she thought she was going to pass out. That she wouldn’t make it through the night. 

“Ready?” He asked, his voice was rough with hunger and she couldn’t help but gravitate toward it. 

“Ready.”

Just like that, his lips were on hers. Soft at first, kissing in a way was sweet and full of care, and it felt like her first time. The kiss was so sweet, innocent in a way that it made her forget any kiss she had before. 

Harry thought she tasted sweet, like vanilla and maybe a hint of mint but whatever it was. It was addicting. And slow was becoming quick and soft was becoming firm as their lips continued to move. 

The next thing she knew, the back of knees were being pressed into something soft and she was being laid back against a comforter. Soon, Harry was hovering over her, his lips making their way down to a place she knew she liked so far. This time, she couldn’t help as small soft noises slipped from her throat, the confinements of being in his room somehow giving her a bit more courage.

“You sound like sin.” Harry mumbled as he nibbled on her earlobe. It was a lot for her, overwhelming almost. She had never had a guy pay attention to her, not like this. Not so intimate. It made the air in her lungs decrease and every nerve ending in her body to ignite. 

However, she couldn’t let him have it. She giggled, her hand coming to cover her face in near embarrassment. “Shut up.” She mumbled and that made Harry chuckle as well. His next words are reassuring.  “I like it.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, but she bit her lips as Harry's teeth light grazed the spot just below her ear. “I’m sure you do.” She was breathless, she almost felt light headed. 

“Need to hear more from you, baby. Don’t be shy.”

That's all she needed to hear. It was like she got permission and there was no going back from it. And that caused a growl to emit from the back of his throat. Now that was a sound she wished she would have recorded to keep for personal reasons, of course. “Can I mark you?” He asked as his lips pressed open mouthed kisses to her collarbone. 

“I—-uhm—yeah.” She nodded quickly and needy and she had never been grateful for someone taking their time and yet pissed off at them for it at the same time. 

She felt his teeth sink into her already sensitive skin, now with permission he was no longer holding back which was surprising but she thought he was already fully forced. She was learning new things about him each second.  “Fuck, Harry.” She gasped out and his grip tightened on her hips and that was the first time she realized where they were. The slight pressure caused her back to arch at the feeling. 

“Want everyone to know it was me.” Harry rasped out. His teeth were digging in more, his tongue soothing over the spots before he went back in. She was sure her neck was littered. 

“Harry.” she warned, but she wasn’t too sure on what about because she liked it. She loved the feeling of him absolutely treating her skin like it was his and that was probably an issue. 

“Need them to know.” He said with more conviction as he sucked a red mark right at the top of her chest and she had to do everything to hold her hips back. “Harry.”  She tried to say more appointed, but of course his name came out more of a moan than anything else. 

In that moment, Harry rolled his hips forward, his leg was slotted between hers and he was showing her just exactly the position he was in. which, in hindsight, she was happy she was not the only one who was hanging by a thread of want and need. 

“You feel how hard I am for you, love?”

That simple sentence snapped something within her, and she made a move. Tugging at Harry's shirt which was quickly discarded, and then hers was and it all happened so fast and yet in slow motion. She couldn’t explain it. She was in the moment. Purely mesmerized. 

She was back at that cross road again. He was taking his time and in a way Y/N was happy and upset about it all at once. She needed him like air but the slow burn was making her extra sensitive and every touch and caress was almost too much for her. 

As if her body was communicating without her having to speak, Harry got the message. His lips trailed down the valley of her breast, he looked up at her with curious eyes and in her flush state she nodded her head. 

With practiced ease, Harry skillfully unhooked her bra and she had never seen someone look so hungry. His eyes were no longer this light fun emerald, they were dark jade and absolutely determined. 

It was gentle at first, the light kisses he had pressed on her chest, teasing and exploring, but as soon as he engulfed a nipple, his tongue swirling and her back arching. The expert instincts were taking over. No nineteen year old should be this good at anything. 

Y/N was withering. A mess. Soft whimpers and light moans left her as Harry tried things that she liked and things she was sure to express she wasn’t the biggest fan of. It never seemed to bother Harry. He understood the difference and went on to the next. Luckily she liked it more than not. Harry gave each breast the same attention and she quickly realized she liked that.  

Now, he was pressing these all consuming open mouths kissed down her stomach and somehow he jeans ended off her in the process. Harry was sneaky, she didn’t even realize until his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her hips, realizing she was clad in only her underwear and Harry had practically made himself a home between her legs. 

“Look at you, darling. Blissed out and barely touched. Think I  like you like this.” He was toying with the edge of her panties as she spoke and she felt like giving him a swift kick. She knew he could see. Could tell just how aroused she was. It was evident, the cotton of her underwear doing absolutely nothing to help her. She couldn’t deny it, even if she wanted to. 

“Harry, please.” She wasn’t one to beg, and Harry wasn’t one to be asked twice. He didn’t even remove her underwear, he left them as is as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue up her clothed center, but it was enough because she moaned and he hummed in response. “Just as sweet as I thought.”

Suddenly she was completely bare beneath him. Her clothes long and forgotten as she took in the full sight of her. Harry felt like he was viewing a masterpiece, looking down at one of the most amazing things he has ever seen, and he got to be the first. That does things to a man's ego, surely.

She could feel his breath on her and she knew he said they would start here but now it was happening and she felt a bit panicked. “Jesus Harry—wait I—uhh.” But it was too late, and his tongue was on her and god, it was like nothing she had ever felt before. 

Her back arched but she relaxed quickly in the sheets that were starting to look rough from all the gripping and tugging she had been doing. “That’s it baby, just relax for me.” He gave her words of encouragement while she gave out a demand, “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Not until she was a mess underneath him. 

His tongue was relentless against her. Like it was on a mission. He licked every inch of her, circling her clit, seeping inside of her. She was a moaning, bubbling, hot mess. And her release was approaching quickly.

Harry seemed to realize this, her walls fluttering around his tongue was a dead give away. So he moved up, tongue focused on her bundle of nerves while he gently worked a finger inside of her and she about let go right then, the feeling only adding to the pleasure that was coursing through her body. 

Then, it happened. For the first time. Her legs were shaking and her heart was racing, she felt her head go numb and her face contorted in nothing but pleasure as she came hard. Satisfied grunt and moans coming from Harry as he felt her squeeze around his finger, practically whispering words of encouragement into her.

“So good for me, I could do this all day, love.” Harry continued his slow lapping and soft kisses against her heat until she was sensitive and her nails were clawing up his back to pull him up to which he complied but he laughed softly in the process. 

“Eager much?” He asked with a grin that she wanted to wipe off his face but she was too far gone, too in the zone and her hands were on his shoulders pushing him back without any thoughts. “Shut up.” She murmured, her fingers eager as she worked his jeans off and pulled them down along with his briefs because he might be all for the sweet and slow but she was too full of need to care. 

Harry didn’t seem to mind, he just as quickly helped her with taking his jeans off and at least he was already shirtless. This wasn’t her first time doing this, so she lowered herself near Harry’s cock with ease.

The only difference is that Harry was well, not what she was expecting. She hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not. She had heard rumors but she thought she’d be able to handle it. She at least hoped she could. Harry was big, she wasn’t afraid to admit that, but he was also pretty and well groomed, and he looked like he could hit every spot that felt right. Her mouth watered. 

She wasted no more time, mainly because she was impatient but it seemed as if Harry was too, the way he was trying to hold his hips back, her breath on him probably driving him crazy. 

She took the head of his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head and causing Harry to groan in pleasure. She watched him. She had to. The way his curls lightly feel over his fore head, how his mouth made the perfect shape. Even the way his brows pulled together. It was all worth it. 

Her cheeks hollowed and her head began to move, bobbing on the length she could take and pumping what she couldn’t. Harry seemed to be enjoying himself, although she had never had any complaint. He was all moaning and groaning and pulling at her hair with slightly bucking hips. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.” 

She couldn’t let it end here. They had made a deal. Pulling off with a loud pop that caused Harry’s eyes to roll into the back of his head. 

“Do you have—“ Y/N started to ask but Harry was already reaching for the drawer on his nightstand and bringing out a condom. “Okay good.” She nodded as she moved up him and he had her flipped and on her back in a matter of seconds. 

He came to settle between her legs, one head holding him up as he looked down at her with curious and burning eyes. “Still want to?” And she nodded, those little things called words had once again left from all existence. 

Harry’s hand slowly trailed down her body, ghosting over every curve, squeezing at his favorites as he passed over them. “Good girl.” He whispered and that made her remember words suddenly. “What did I say about the fifty shades of—“ She was silenced by a pair of lips on hers. Moving slow and heated and they didn’t part for what felt like forever. 

“Shut up.” Harry said breathlessly and she was breathless too. 

Y/N watched as Harry opened the condom, tilted her head as he rolled it on and felt her heart skip a beat as he positioned himself. It was officially real and this was about to happen. She thought she’d be more nervous in the moment, that maybe she might want to back out, but she didn’t. 

She wanted him. In ways she had never wanted another person. Even if they never talked after this moment. She felt it deep down. She’d never regret this. 

Next thing she knew, Harry was asking her a silent question with her eyes and she gave him a response with a nod. And with a mutual understanding, Harry pressed forward. 

It was hard to describe. The feeling. Slight pain from the stretch, an odd sensation of being filled, but there was an  underlying need of wanting more. She gripped his shoulders, it felt like it took forever until he was finally seated inside of her. She took a deep breath. 

Harry seemed to notice. 

“That’s it, take a deep breath for me,” Harry rasped into her ear. She could tell he was struggling. His arms were slightly shaking and he was already having trouble controlling his breathing. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, his fingers flexing on her hip and causing a soft moan to leave her. “Fuck, Harry.”

“Do you want to stop?” He asked with sincerity in his voice and she knew it took a lot out of him to push aside the desire for a moment just to make sure she was okay. “No—I just—goddamn.” She muttered out and she didn’t have to even look at him, because she could feel it. 

She rolled her eyes, even given her current position. “Stop smirking.” She said annoyed. Only Harry could be buried deep inside of her and he would still find a way to push her buttons. And not the right ones currently. 

Harry shook lightly as he laughed and Y/N almost snapped, but the slight movement that came with his chuckles made her body near quake. “Stop laughing and start moving.”

He did and she thought the world was going to explode. 

It not like Harry was fucking with abandon, no, he was still taking his time. Nice slow thrusts that seem to keep her filled and satisfied. Harry was already panting in Y/N’s ear and the words that were coming out of his mouth were driving her crazy. 

“You’re doing so good, taking me so well. Fuck, you’re perfect, Y/N.”

At this moment Y/N felt like she could hear colors. Her body was feeling a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure and the first part was starting to subside quicker than she thought. 

She found her legs tightening around his waist, pulling Harry in closer. Deeper. He ducked his head down some, lips brushing against her collar bone. “Is that what you want?” His grips on her hip tightened, his eyes darker if even possible. “Use your words, baby.” 

He was going to kill her. 

“Yes—I—more, please.” He solidified in that moment that Harry didn’t have to be told twice. Not when it came to this. It was as if he roared to life. The sweet and gentle mostly gone and replaced with need and drive and desire. 

His hips started moving against her at a faster pace, each draw back was long before he quickly found himself buried deep inside her again. 

This is what she had been missing and she felt like an idiot for waiting so long. Then again, this might not had been her experience if she didn’t wait, and that thought alone was upsetting. 

But she couldn’t think about that right now because Harry shifted and his hips moved and fuck. The holy grail had been found, and the cry she let out told him all he needed to know. 

He wasn’t relentless but he was definitely on a mission. His own release was building a lot faster than he wanted and he wanted. No, he needed Y/N to come again. 

Each thrust grazed against her g-spot and she thought she could see stars at some point. Don’t ask her how loud she was, the answer way too embarrassing but it seemed to fuel Harry on.

It wasn’t much longer after that. Harry’s hips, they become erratic, and that alone was enough for Y/N. Her body pressed into Harris nails moving down his back as her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouthing open, even as she was crying out his name, the would around her turning white. 

It was the same for Harry. Her release triggered his own. He let out a groan that should be blacklisted and pressed hard into Y/N as he spilled inside of the condom, his body immediately falling in hers as he collapsed from pleasure. 

They were both panting, Y/N kept blinking because she couldn’t feel half her body and she couldn’t believe any of that just happened, but it did and there was a friendly reminder as Harry slowly pulled out of her and handled the condom. 

“Are you okay?” She wasn’t expecting that question or how Harry held his breath when he asked, like he wanted to make sure. She nodded. “Yeah.” She gave him a answer albeit her voice weak and slightly hoarse.

This caused Harry to genuinely smile and the way he looked at her made her melt almost completely. She looked at him in a way she had never looked at someone before, and the scary part was that he was looking right back at her the same way. 

“One time thing.” She said softly, breathless and he nodded, “One time thing.”

But it wasn’t.

Not in the way one would think though. No. They weren’t  having sex every other day or letting their hands roam in private or public areas.  They just hung out more. They talked longer. They found each other stealing glances when the other thought they weren’t looking. 

Sometimes. Just sometimes. When it was late and their hands intertwined for a bit too long, they’d find their bodies intertwined mere moments later. Sharing an experience together that was so undeniably them. 

They were in Y/N’s room holding the respective GCSE results in their hands. Y/N was breathing heavily and Harry had become a professional eyes roller at this point. That was also probably because Harry opened his around ten minutes ago. Two A’s and a B’s. 

He was her little smart boy, or well, not hers but that’s not that point. 

“Open it, open it, open it…” Hardy kept repeating because he knew that would piss her off enough to get her to do it. “Okay! Chill out before I sucker punch you.” Such a Y/N response. Harry smiled because he was going to miss that. 

She opened it and a bring smile spread across her face. “I got all As!” She said excitedly, squealing and jumping for a solid five seconds. She looked at Harry excitedly and was met with a proud expression but something somber lingered behind his eyes. 

The next thing she knew she was being pulled into a hug, Harry’s body fitting perfectly in the contours of her body as they stood there so close. For some reason, this almost felt more intimate than any other thing they’d ever done. 

“You get to go to the Uni of your dreams..” Harry pulled back with a cheeky grin on his face. “..and you’re not a virgin anymore.” Of course he had to add that. They could never have a moment. Not that she wanted one…or maybe she did.  

She swatted at his arm, her brows furrowing as she gave him a look of mock disapproval. “Shut up.” She chuckled, because after their first time together, she found it devastatingly hard to be upset with him. 

Harry got quiet and that soft somber look came back. He started to absentmindedly rub soothing circles into her hips. He was thinking. He always did that when his mind wandered. She’d learned. “Do you think I could visit you?” Harry’s voice was soft as he asked. 

Because this wasn’t a normal question. There was so much behind it. So much emotion and vulnerability and she felt her heart skip a beat. She still got butterflies, she never thought she’d get rid of them. Not with him around. 

“I think I would like that.” She said as her fingers came to fidget with the collar of Harry’s shirt. Something she had found out he liked. Only if she was doing it apparently. 

“Me too.” Is all Harry said. However, this held a silent agreement. She wasn’t sure what exactly was going one with Harry, but she knew she didn’t want it to end. Maybe they were still going with the flow, but they seemed to flow together so, she figured she was grateful for that. 

And did they have celebratory sex? You bet they did.

[hananan2]

Hello!! Hope this finds you well! 💖 Could I request Ace, Deuce and Epel with a Yuu who's autistic and info dumps (Like mega yapper level) on people once she trusts them? Can be romantic or platonic idc. Tyy!

YES OF COURSE!💕 I really hope I depict Autism correctly because writing a serious topic wrongly is my worst fear, my sons autistic though so I think I know what it’s like! I’m sorry this is short,. It’s 4am I’m drying🥀 (Btw assuming you wanted Fem!reader because you put she) Enjoy!💕

A/N: Call the chiropractor cause I’m BACK 😈

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade and Epel Felmier!

Summary: You have autism which causes you to have a habit of yapping and oversharing about your interests, how do they react to that?

info: Fem!Reader, Platonic or Romantic, fluff.

CW: cursing and probably Ooc and I don’t proofread at all.

Ace Trappola!

Ace gets bored easily, if someone is saying boring shit, he’ll tell them they’re saying boring shit. He thought you were were a little too quiet when he first met you being a janitor at the start of the school year, oh how things have changed now…

it started whenever anything happened that reminded you of your special interests and you went into a full pledge yap fest, he was gonna kinda overwhelmed…

“Huh?? What??” He looked at you with an eyebrow lifted

“Yes it’s and just like that and it’s AMAZING and fills me with JOY!” You squealed, talking about something from your home world, twisted wonderland has been missing OUT.

“So interesting… kinda bad I didn’t really get half of it…”

“I’ll tell you again!”

“You don’t have t- okay go.”

As stated, he gets annoyed when people talk to much about stuff he’s not interested in, he wasn’t annoyed with your talking though, more so confused, but hey, you listened to him rant too so fair deal right? But it’s different, you’re so entertaining. You’re so entertaining, your eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store is pure teasing material, but you look too happy to even tease! And he thought he could never hold himself back from teasing!

But it’s not only your reaction that gets him to seem interested, your interests actually seem fascinating to him that he ask questions and laughs at finding out new information. Haha you made him into a nerd you love him.

”Hey, you quiet, got any crazy stories for me? Your world was on something I swear…” please keep yapping, head is full of mental notes.

Deuce Spade!

Deuce had always been a good listener, no matter if it interested him or not he would try his best to be attentive! Though he gets a little sleep if it’s not the most mins provoking for him at least…

When you start start your rants to Deuce out of the blue, he’s a little startled since you were so reserved, but accepted it with open arms and understanding! And also indulging lokey.

“Mhm Mhm…That’s so cool you mention that because I remember reading something like that in one of my comic books! It was a short series but it was really good!” He bounced with joy

“Oh my gosh yes I love short series! That trope is so amazing I love when it’s used in books! Oh and besides books…!” You emitted his joy back, you guys will never stop talking, so evil.

Unlike Deuce, he isn’t the best at remembering everything with his mind, mental notes swarmed after a while by so much more. Which is what lead him to making a whole note for you in his notes app just about your interests!

22: She likes calico critters (little animals)

23: she REALLY likes tiramisu and the way it’s made

24: She likes collecting pins

He will NOT be forgetting.

Epel Felmier!

Epel himself is very quiet and reserved at first but is super out going and talkative with the people he’s comfortable with, so hey, he gets it!

Epel is really interested in your culture, by that I mean your world and what happens there, he likes to link events back to Twisted Wonderland, it’s fun, plus you care about his mall village, why should he not care about your literal world?

“Huh? Well lookey that! We’ve been doin that for a while here!”

“Really? I would love to go there! It just reminds me of own of my favorite places, and you don’t understand it’s SO pretty and landscapy!” You whipped out your phone to show him a picture

“Not better than my harveston!” He puffs his chest out with a proud smile

“Here look!”

Woah, gorgeous. Like you.

He giggles in his mind, with the most love and respect, you remind him of a little rooster that keeps croaking but can’t do it fully so it’s just high pitched.

he will ALWAYS stay tuned for the yap🙏🏽

[leaawrites]

Please Please Please (OB3)

Ollie Bearman x fem!reader

Summary: The internet can be a cruel place, especially when no one knows your boyfriend is taken, and rumors seem to be loved by the f1 community.

Warnings: allegations of cheating, cursing, crying, alcohol,

Wordcount: 1.5k

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

“Holy shit.”

Y/n looked from the dance floor to her friend, who was sitting opposite of the table they were all gathered around in a club way too fancy for a simple night out. She was just filming a video of her other friend, Kasey, dancing with her boyfriend; liking to capture any moment of life possibly.

“What?” Y/n asked, stop recording in case something terrible has happened. You never knew who would see those videos one day.

She watched Lily, the one who spoke first, look up at her, her eyes filled with guilt. A guilt she could see was growing into pity by the second. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows together, looking at the other two around her to find answer in them, but she didn’t. It was all just a single feeling. Pity.

“What happened?” She asked again, fear and panic creeping up her spine.

Lily turned her phone around, showing her the screen in front of her. There was a photo of someone who looked like her boyfriend, dancing with another girl. Tears threatened to leave her eyes, the make up on her face scolding her for crying over something so stupid.

She didn’t even know if it was him

It could just be a friend of his he hadn’t introduced her to yet. (she couldn’t really blame him, he knew her friends barely too. They were only dating for about 3 months now and with his job as a future F1 driver, the media went crazy over him at the moment.)

He promised her, he would always be there for her.

Kasey stumbled over to the table, clutching her boyfriends hand and giggling. The alcohol in her blood rushing her heartbeat to a new high. She bent down, leaving a kiss on Y/n’s cheek, who was still sitting as if she was paralyzed.

Sinking down on the chair next top her, she said, “I saw you filming. Thank you for being the best friend anyone could wish for. Ollie’s really lucky to have you.” Her voice still boomed over the others, but the music was a bit quieter than on the dance floor. They all heard her, loud and clear.

Y/n started picking at her nails at the mention of his name, the phone still in her hands. Looking down on it, she felt a tear slip past her eye and down on the screen. His profile facing her, not looking at her. He was looking at her. The girl he was so close with. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t. He would never do something like this, right? He would never hurt her like this. This wasn’t him. It couldn’t be.

“What’s wrong, love?” Kasey asked, sensing the strange behavior of her friend. Y/n’s body collapsed into her arms, tears streaming down her face. She put the phone on the table, clear for everyone to see.

Please, please, please, don’t let it be him.

“That motherfucker,” Kasey cursed him, watching the screen, sobering up rather quickly now that the anger flooded her veins instead. “Who does he think he is? A red bull driver? No, he’s with Haas.”

Lily took her phone back, dialing his number, ready to call in case Y/n wanted to. Kasey rubbed the girl’s arm in comfort, looking at her boyfriend to tell him to get the car ready outside the club. She wanted to go home, so much was clear.

“It’s probably just his British nicety shining through,” Lily tried to make him seem innocent. She knew how shitty it was, but she also knew that the internet lied about most things. Y/n didn’t know the truth, she shouldn’t be too quick to assume anything.

The group was hesitant about Ollie from the beginning, wanting to protect Y/n from future heartbreak or problems like these. The internet and how people felt bigger through it. Putting their opinion higher than anyone else’s, because there no one truly knew them. They knew she would get hate for dating him, they knew he had the ability to make her feel like the most worthless person to ever exist. But she loved him and so they watched the tale unfold with suspicion.

“You wanna go home?” Kasey cooed, making the girl nod and wipe her eyes.

With her head low, she walked as quick as she could, avoiding the crowd like she was a fallen soldier. Holding back the evidence of failing in fear of seeming weak.

Ollie made sure they were staying between them, not showing her off to the public and seemingly being single to the fans, just in case they would ruin what they had. As it seems, he could do it all by himself.

" I need to talk to him,” she mumbled as the stumbled out of the club, holding on to Lily’s hand in fear of tripping in her state. The girl only handed her her phone, the number already ready.

Excusing herself to a more secluded place, Y/n walked over to the other side of the small parking lot beneath a street light so that they could still see her. Kasey explained to her boyfriend what she was doing.

Y/n took a deep breath before exhaling and waiting for a second until her voice seemed stable enough to talk to him. It rang three times before he finally picked up. The music in the background fading as he answered and walked further away to hear her more clearly.

“Lily?” he asked.

Right, she thought, it wasn’t her phone.

“Is everything alright? Is Y/n okay?” he continued asking, sounding slightly panicked.

“I’m fine,” the girl answered.

“Y/n?” Ollie asked, surprised to hear his girlfriend’s voice on the other side of the line. “What is going on? Do you need my help? Did your phone die again?”

“No, uhm, I actually wanted to talk to you about something,” she said, her voice wavering and eventually breaking.

“Hold up, let me get out of here so I can listen to you properly.” Y/n waited, legs trembling, while the music was completely gone after a door closed on Ollie’s side. “What is it? Did you cry? You sound like it. Did you hurt yourself or anything?”

“If you don’t want me, you should say it before I fall even more for you, you know?” She said, tears falling again.

“What?” Ollie was shocked. She imagined his eyebrows creasing together, his eyes filling with panic, his heartbeat picking up. She wanted him to hurt when she did too. It were his own actions in the end after all. “I don’t understand what you mean? Not wanting you? How could you even say something like that? Of course I want you.”

“Do you also want her?” It was now or never, and if she had to get the truth out of him, she might as well make it quick.

“What? Who?” he asked again. Confused. Trying to wrap his head around where she got the feeling from that they weren’t serious.

“The girl in the photos from tonight?” she continued talking. “I saw them, OK? You don’t have to lie anymore. Please, Ollie, please tell me the truth. Please.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said honestly.

“Lily showed me photos of you in the club tonight with a girl. You seemed cozy. Close.” She bit her lip from crying even more. Now that the words left her mouth, they felt more real too. More threatening.

“What did she look like? What did I look like?” He had to make sure she trusted him and that was by showing her that whatever she saw, wasn’t real.

“You looked normal?” she said, confused as to what he wanted the answers for. “White shirt, brown hair. I don’t know, Ollie, I don’t know what she looked like, I couldn’t look at her.” She started sobbing again, hand over her mouth to stifle the pathetic sounds coming from her. “I just couldn’t have it be real. I couldn’t.”

“It’s not,” he said, assuring her. His heart broke at the mere thought of hurting her. Hiding her was his way of protecting her, but maybe it wasn’t the best way to do it. Maybe that only made it worse. “What you saw, it was not real. I know what you’re talking about, I know about the pictures. Arthur showed them to me a few seconds before you called. I wanted to call you, I really did. You were just the first one to do so.”

“It wasn’t you?” she asked to make sure. A burden falling from her heart at the relief of not losing him like this.

“It’s not me,” he said. After a moment of silence he added, “I’ll pick you up, okay? We’ll get home and talk about everything, alright?”

“Yes.” she nodded even though he couldn’t see her. Smiling at the knowing of the truth. “I love you, Ollie.”

“I love you too.”

[azialways]

so what if i’m fucking crazy?

first bit written by roserot, all credits to them.

🌹 will be put after rose’s work, rest is mine or canon lines which again, credit to devs.

cw: smut, sexual tension, swearing, canon typical violence mentions

read at your own risk

! uses afab sex organs

word count: 2174 words

When Y/N first entered the server, they didn’t think that their story would turn out like this. They thought that it would be a game. A way to become someone other than themself. To step into the skin of a serial killer; to die, to live, to tell a story, weave a mythology, to become such things.

Isn’t it true?

They’re a creator. They reap what they sow.

Uptown has an alley they call Purgatory. It isn’t pretty. It’s where a quarter of The Butcher’s murders have been found: limbs splayed, splattered on the graffiti, gore mixing with the drainage rot.

Y/N’s here because they uttered the devil’s name

🌹

“So we meet.” A voice said from behind, one that would be recognizable from a mile away.

“Always the devil, Ronin Beaufort.” Y/N responded coolly, turning to face the red haired boy they’d come to love. He was taller than Y/N thought, he was probably around 6’ or 6’1, and his hair was darker in person than the shitty lighting made it to be.

“Aren’t you a pleasure.” He spoke, his voice soft yet condescending. He began walking towards them slowly, like a predator about to attack.

“Gotta say, seein’ you in person makes me feel some type of way. An’ I wonder how you feel about, well…” He then shoved them against the wall, his hands encasing them against it, and his body weight holding them close. He then began to just laugh, laugh like the psycho he is. His laugh was scary, almost. Something out of a horror movie, but for some reason it didn’t scare them as much as it should’ve. His mouth rested right next to their ear, their back still against the bricks, it made them shudder, but it also brought a heat to their cheeks that went against all feelings of fear.

“D’ya like me now?” He asked, his voice soft and sensual, almost sweet. They could feel his lips graze against their neck, and it made them inhale sharply.

“Y-yes…I do.” They responded, their mind clouded with feelings they couldn’t even begin to explain. They didn’t move, begrudgingly, part of them liked being in this position with him…the power he had over them was almost intoxicating.

”Oh to speak the truth, the truth, anything but the truth.” His voice was teasing, mocking maybe. He was trying to mess with them, but they barely registered it, because they were too busy looking at him. His smile…it was razorish, sly and smirk, but yet it suited him so well…

”Write me a love note, darling?” He spoke, his tone mocking still, but part of him seemed genuine. He genuinely wanted that confession from them? No, he wanted to kill them, to tear your aorta out…not romance them. It was a ridiculous thought to harbor.

“I know your name. I could end you.” Y/N managed to get out, their voice gentle, and not at all threatening like intended. They sounded more…sweet, angelic, even. Like they were granting his last wish.

He chuckled, “Coulda, woulda, shoulda, You could end me, you should end me. But would’ja end me?” He smirked, leaning in condescendingly. He knew the answer, he knew they wouldn’t. He knew they had loved him too much, it was powerful to him. Y/N didn’t respond, so he went on.

“I don’t think so! Where are the boys in blue? Why is it jus’ us in my favorite gruesome alley? Why is that, even after knowing who I am, you still wanna see me?” He looked at you, staring into your soul, digging for that small part of you that wants to kill him, to bring it out.

“Some might say you’re obsessed, even.” He teased, his one hand going to rest on their jaw, his thumb rubbing their cheek.

Y/N’s breath hitched softly, looking up at him once more. “Why did you invite me to the server?” They asked, genuinely wondering why he’d play them like this for 6 long months. Was it for the shits and giggles? Did he want to kill them since day 1? What was it?

“I did it for you. You were starving, so I gave you insatiability…” He begun, his thumb going to their bottom lip. “You wanted inspiration, so I became your muse.” He leaned in teasingly, withdrawing his hand so both arms held them against the wall once more. “You wanted love, darlin’, so I gave you love. Isn’t that everything you wanted?” His voice went to a soft, intimate whisper, it was alluring and sweet, but the manipulation behind it was there too.

“I think you always knew. C’mon, why didn’t you leave? Call the cops? There were so many…opportunities…” He implied, his gaze dropping to Y/N’s lips.

“If I may…I think you’re a little too in love.” His voice remained teasing, insinuating…but he was right. They were too in love to realize his intentions, and they cursed themself for it every second after he dropped the bomb on them, especially because they weren’t even mad at him for it.

He’s the devil. He’s the devil that convinced the world he was a creator. He’s the devil that grants them his every wish. He destroyed them, and rebuilt them in the image he made. He wanted them, and they gave him everything Or is it the other way around?

”I told you, baby. I’m your little wish fulfillment. I’m what you dream of. Isn’t this a story for the ages?” He cooed, leaning in again. He was almost begging for an answer, for something.

“C’mon! Tell me what you want. Do you hate me? Do you love me? Are you gonna kill me? I’ve got a knife, right here.” He pressed it against their neck gently, not pushing to draw blood. “Or are you kissing me, darling? How much do you feel?”

Fuck it, fuck it all. They didn’t care anymore. Their mouth and his met, like destruction, like deliverance, like a dream. He pulled away, laughing as he remained close, the laugh was chilling, it marked something. He laughed like they’re his plaything, like they’re his darling, like he’s expected no less from them. Desperate, Y/N leaned back in, pulling him closer from his jacket. The kiss got messy quick, their arms around his neck, his arms, holding them, cradling them, raising them, he was extremely gentle, and the touch made Y/N gasp into the kiss. He’s deranged. But he’s sweet. He’s a damn serial killer.

But Ronin Beaufort was their serial killer. Theirs to mess with, theirs to tease…theirs to kiss. Nobody else. He had corrupted them in every way, but they couldn’t care anymore. Y/N would gladly be corrupted by Ronin Beaufort ten times over for all they care, as long as it meant being in his arms like this. He pulled away, but stayed close as he murmured these words.

“Oh you’re so pretty when you’re rotten and mine. I think you’re… divine.”

“Yeah? I’m sure you could find a way to make me even prettier…” They mumbled against his lips, teasing him.

“Well, if it's not you with your aorta in my hand…I’m sure I could be creative…” He mumbled back, his teeth biting their lip softly, then his tongue soothing the sting.

“Here…? You’re filthy.”

“What? You don’t wanna be christened with the guts of the hundreds I’ve dragged in here?” He chuckled, grabbing their hand. “Baby it’s late and it’s my alley…everyone knows The Butcher owns this joint, nobody in their right mind would come here.” He whispered in their ear, kissing the spot below their ear, then trailing down their neck. He slipped their shirt to the side to kiss their shoulder, looking up at them like he worshiped them. He left a gentle trail of nibbles on their neck, but bit hard at the sensitive spot below their ear, which will definitely leave a mark.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling…so pretty when you’re mine.” He came back up for another kiss, this time a kiss of yearning and desire. The cool metal of his tongue piercing against their tongue made them shiver. He then sat down on the bench nearby, pulling them down with him onto his lap. Their thighs were on the side of his, moving up to straddle him as they kissed.

“Fuck- Ronin…god I need you so bad.” Y/N exhaled, their voice breathy and desperate.

“No god here Darlin, just your devil…” He purred, tilting their head up to face him. “But…if you need me as much as you say…ill indulge you in that fantasy…though I didn’t take you for the public sex type.” He teased, watching Y/N sink to their knees onto the pavement that contained the sins of Ronin’s past. He watched as they undid his pants, his hand squeezing a small ball in his pocket, which was definitely his pump. Y/N knew he was trans, they also knew that he got all of his gender affirming care by some back alley doctor, but he claims it all worked out without any problems, so no judgement there.

Y/N sat on their knees as they took his dick in their hand, looking up at him. He had the most shit eating grin on his face, he was eating this up…seeing his little writer on their knees begging for his dick, it was so sexy to him. ”Go on.” He urged, his hand going to the back of their head, holding their hair out of the way. He groaned softly as their mouth came into contact with his sensitive flesh…fuck it had been a while since he’d gotten head from someone…last time it was probably Maria if anyone. He kept his hand on their head, letting out an occasional curse or groan as their tongue hit a sensitive spot. pleasureGod he was gonna cum if they kept this up…but he wanted that inside them. Not like they could get pregnant anyways, considering he shoots blanks…fuck he needed that. But he wanted to fuck them with his fingers first, to shove ‘em against a wall and bury his fingers knuckle deep into their cunt. So he did, he pulled them up and shoved them against the wall and pulled their jeans down, he pulled their underwear aside and inserted a finger, curling deep into their g spot to make them moan and beg.

“f-fuck-Ro-baby please-Ronin…” They moaned, grinding into his finger, they then cried out as he unexpectedly shoved in a second.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby…want me to loosen you up, hm? so that I can fuck you nice and deep later?” He cooed, whispering against their ear, his other hand covering their mouth. “Shhh sh sh, you’re so loud baby…they’ll hear us.” He shushed them, still fingering them relentlessly. Their eyes rolled back and their thighs started to tense, and right before they were about to cum, he withdrew his fingers, leaving them empty and aching. They whined as he left them, just for him to shove them onto the wall with their ass facing him.

“Be good and maybe i’ll let you cum, okay baby?” He sneered, making them face him before releasing their head. He lined himself up with their cunt, the area moist with the fluids of their sex…god it was sexy. He loved how they reacted to him, the way they yearned and needed him, it was so raw and primal…he forgot that this was his darling little writer with the way she had been so filthy and needy for him. So, With no warning, he went balls deep into them, fucking them with a relentless, needy pace.

“Oh fuck-jesus christ babe you’re tight…so fucking tight…god you’re gorgeous…” He groaned, pulling on their hair, watching their reaction as he pounded into them with reckless abandon. They looked so good like this, eyes rolled back, moaning like a desperate whore…beautiful. He wanted to ruin them, then build them back up again, and he’d do it as many times as needed.

“Fuck Ro-i’m gonna cum-fuck baby-let me cum.” Y/N moaned, eyes rolling back when he bit their shoulder with his canines.

“Yeah? I think i’ll let ya. You’ve been so good for me baby.” He responded, still groaning and grunting at the pace. Once he heard their moans grow louder and their walls clenching against him, he lost it. He came right there, in their cunt.

“Fuckkkk…god that was awesome…you’re awesome.” He chuckled, pulling out and tucking himself back into his boxers, then slipping his jeans on. He helped them put their shirt on, and once Y/N was dressed, he left a gentle kiss on their lips.

“How about we head to my place and cuddle while watching a movie. You hungry at all? I’ll cook ya something.” He offered, it was oddly sweet, kind of unlike him, but not unwelcome.

“Yeah a bit.” They responded.

“Sweet, me too. Wanna order something?”

“Sounds good.” Then the two began walking off hand in hand to Ronin’s house, where they’d spend the rest of their night in each other's arms. Maybe this meeting wasn’t so bad after all.

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

18 +

PART 6

Take Me Home

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Hybrid Bunny, Hoseok/Assistant medical.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, medical experiments, medical procedures and curse words, suicide attempt (not detailed only mentioned).

Word count: 12k

Status: finished

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

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Hybrids lived between us in our human society for a decade already, it was nothing new our society’s view of them had changed dramatically over this years. It wasn't something that stared out positively, at first many people thought the hybrids were some kind of alien and not so surprisingly feared them to the core. it was more of a understanding that was needed in order for us to change our view of the unknown. I was one of the few people who decided to fallow this path, i knew it wouldn't be easy but i had Jin beside me and he played a big part into the reason i became a doctor of special beings. I loved every part of my job as a doctor at the clinic. For years nothing has ever shocked me ever since i began my own work here, having spent almost my whole life working with Jin we grew up together here. No one could understand me better than him.

Shocked? That was an understatement.

To say the least i could nearly put any thought into sense. My mind seemed to still be under process after he spilled the most outrageous thing he could to me, i could feel my entire body run cold under his stare. I was hoping this was some kind of joke of his, the moment couldn't be more perfect for it - right? - but the more i searched in his eyes the more worried i became, there was no shade of entertainment on his features and it hit me like a brick in the head, he was completely serious about this.

Mouth opening and closing repeatedly as no words came out of my lips.

What was there to say?

He just claimed that the impossible had happened.

As much as i would like to believe in him, the situation just didn't make any sense. Many studies had shown how hybrids couldn't impregnate a human, one would think that as hybrids that would be a false affirmation since they were "half humans" but although they had human DNA their bodies the cell's structure that differed them to us were well… completely ‘different’, with both DNAs in their genes their animal genes "treated" the human genes almost like 'pollution' once in contact with another's "pure" human genes. Once a hybrids human DNA is a genetic modification of our DNA, for a hybrid and say a "pure" human to be able to conceive another being it was like mixing oil and water, they simply don’t mix together. I remember being disgusted at one class in medical university were that topic was first brought to me - the thought of humans searching for such possibility mean some people wanted to have such relations with the hybrids and all i could think about was the negative side of that - it was said that many exams and tests were done with hybrids to make sure they could be increased in number but after many years of research the hybrids simply didn't responded to any tests with humans, we simply didn't catch their radar to say the least.

The informations about the very first hybrid was also something no one knew about it, we just knew they are here now and have been for years already.

I had my conclusion in that moment that Jin was completely out of his mind and probably lying about this.

I could feel Jin's hands slowly began to let go of my shoulders sliding them down, he looked down before taking a step back.

- what? - I breathless said, almost not recognizing my own voice.

- I know is crazy but... - he nervously said, running his hand through his hair.

- Crazy? Jin do you have any idea what you are implying here? - i ask him completely staggered.

- I know but.... - he sighted - i found records for old experiments done...

- Jin why didn't you told me before? Why would you wait so long and just spill everything over me now out of all time? - i could feel myself getting heated, none of this was making sense and things had just gotten more complicated now.

- I'm sorry y/n.... I heard what you and Yoongi were talking about and... - his words brought heat to my face, embarrassed I looked anywhere but him - to be honest I've been noticing how you both were acting and I knew something was up.

- Jin, shit I don't even know what to tell you.

Here i thought i was being smarter when he knew everything all along, i was beginning to wonder if anyone else had notice anything going on with me and Yoongi and that thought brought Hoseok into my mind. I knew he’s been very skeptical about Yoongi and it made me question if it could’ve been because he knew about us.

- Is okay, y/n… i know what kind of person you are and i trust you wouldn’t do anything that could compromise the hybrids safety - he replied softly - I'm happy Yoongi has you by his side actually.

- Why would you be okay, though? I just broke the protocols, i.. i don’t know what I'm supposed to do to be honest Jin - i finally tell him.

- i can let this slide this time specially since i don’t have any right to judge you, when my father went against the rules I couldn't do anything to stop him before and I didn't even knew Yoongi was my... - he sighted - I didn't even knew I had a brother.

I looked up to meet his eyes feeling as the weight of the world went down over my shoulders, we both have been through so much in this past week and I couldn’t even begin to imagine what Jin must’ve been through all by himself. Finding out you have a brother who’s not even human and how your own father went overboard bad towards him for years torturing him, i can’t imagine which was worst to him and as his friend i couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad for not knowing to support him.

- Oh Jin, - i reached to hold his hand, holding it tightly before continuing - I understand you and i know you must feel like shit now but you should've told me that, you know you can always talk to me.

- I was planning on it and it definitely wasn't going to be like this but, you guys were getting intimate there and Namjoon just texted me saying he's coming to help with Yoongi - he explained softly - I thought you wouldn't want to have him find out like that.

Once he was done explaining i was the one feeling completely dumb, of course Namjoon would be coming soon. I should've thought about it before making any more decisions that could affect both Yoongi and me, my emotions got the best of me in the heat of the moment. I was once again blaming myself for being well… human, in some way i felt so weak when it came to Yoongi it was so unfair honestly how such a being like him ended up having so much power over me. I had tried so hard ever since i first meet him, it was unethical to let such feelings as “love” rise for a hybrid in a place where i was supposed to care for him, professionally.

But the heart wants what it wants, the most irrational and innocent thing a human can do is “love” and to love and be loved are things some can only experience once in a life time, some get to love and some get to be loved. To have both is a treasure.

It felt crazy to me but i no longer wanted to hide my feelings for i had no bad intentions, so unfair how my heart choose Yoongi to love.

Now this entire situation with Jin and Yoongi, I couldn't figure out what i was supposed to do.

- God this is crazy - I leaned on the wall, a long sight leaving me lips.

Nothing was making any sense anymore, I couldn't believe anything Jin was saying and i just couldn't find the background for it to make any sense in my mind. Amidst that i found the courage to ask the thing that was almost burning my head in confusion.

- how are you two... related?

Jin gave me a knowing look before taking his place beside me on the wall, after a long breath he looked up at the ceiling before talking.

- My mom once fell in love with a hybrid too.

His mom?

Jin never talked about her, i only knew what everyone else knew at the clinic. That she had left a long time ago when he was very young so he grew up with his dad, having no contact what so ever with his mom afterwards.

- Oh. I thought you didn't knew her very well, you said she left when you were younger right? - i asked.

- Yeah, but recently I've been doing some research on Yoongis case since i needed to collect proof that my dad was taking advantage of his powers at the clinic and to finally take my father away from the clinic - a sight left his lips.

I was surprised to hear that he would be taking legal action against his father, no matter what he did he was still his dad after all. I couldn't say i wasn't happy about it thought, if we keep letting things like this slip out it will only grow bigger and end in the most unfortunate ways.

- Jin... - i looked at him from my side, this whole time he seemed to be doing fine but now that i took a good look over his features, i could see the tiredness at the lines of his face the eye bags begging to form.

- I know but this has to be done, he needs to pay for what he did to my brother.

- Well I can't argue with that - i looked at the wall in front of me, the emptiness of it and no traces of color did nothing to help my overthinking - is that why you've been trying to help Yoongi this whole time?

- Yeah... I was searching for old documents since everything started years ago we had no updated data of treatment or what so ever of him and I found ... my mother's diary - he paused for a moment before a small smile filled his face turning to look at me - her story reminded me of you two. She meet a black mamba hybrid who was brought here for recovery and he hated everything and everyone too... except her.

- Well that does ring a bell or two… - I shyly looked away for a moment. Thinking of Yoongi and it seemed the grumpiness runs in the family.

- I'm sure you must be wondering how this was even possible - he said, i nodded at him finally the one million question - trust me i too have no idea.

- What? But how do you know he truly is your brother?

- I have the documents of her pregnancy with him, all the exams she took at that time… everything leads to him - he said, a dark cloud surrounding his soft features this time - she was part of the research about hybrids and humans being able to reproduce and... she succeeded, with no one knowing.

Once again i was punched with shock right in the gut, completely dumbfounded. For years I studied the same theory at university and years complimented by my colleagues how assertive my assignments on the impossibility of humans and hybrids reproducing for today, i be proven wrong.

- I couldn't find anything on the research though, it seems everything about how she was able to have Yoongi disappeared - Jin continued, i could already feel the engines on my head burst open as i took in every words coming from his mouth - i found some of my fathers old records it says that after some time she couldn't bear the child anymore and had some problems with the pregnancy and due to that she had to give birth to him too soon.

- I see, so regardless of the impossible being possible she did end up having complications to bear a hybrid - i said, the engines in my head no longer bursted open but begin to work out.

- Yes, he had to be put in a incubator - as he said that he furrowed his eyebrows a clouded expression on his tired features - I remember when i was younger she came home sick and for months she didn’t even left her bed, in that time she never told me anything but it seemed my father only found out about my brother when she was rushed to the emergency that time. When she couldn't hide anymore.

- So she was doing this and no one knew about it? - i asked shocked - it makes no sense, how could hide such thing?

- It wasn’t for long actually, a normal pregnancy would take almost a year but, she mentioned in her diary how it seemed to be moving faster then a normal human pregnancy i’m certain it was due to the hybrids advanced genes and after three months the complications begin to grow and she couldn't hide anything anymore.

Complications would be bound to happen, from years of research on that matter nothing was positive from the begging of a hybrid pregnancy and many complications were reported after the tests. We were not made to carry a hybrid being, our human bodies can only afford to give much and a hybrid requires more then a human body can offer. It goes beyond anything we know.

At the end of the day it doesn't matter how many tests and research we do, we still know very little about them.

- What happened to Yoongis father?

- He was... put down after my father found out. It truly was a miracle that mom got Yoongi and it doesn't make any sense but I have a few theories - he said, making me smile at him. That was the Jin i knew, always having a few cards under his sleeve - I have to do some research to be sure thought.

- I see.... Oh my god Jin, how have you been going through all of this alone?

- I don't know I was just hopeful. I have a brother who doesn't seem to like me much but is okay - he just brushed it off.

- That’s not true, Jin I'm sure he likes you deep down he's just .... - i paused, mind finally putting thoughts of the snake hybrid together - he feels a bit threatened, i think it might be because of me.

- Oh, that's why? I understand he must feel that way specifically since you're human and not a hybrid like him, he must duel between his feelings and instincts as you’re different then him.

I nerves once thought about it like that, I had been so caught up on my own thoughts and emotions I didn’t even thought for a moment how that situation could be affecting Yoongi. Of course things wouldn’t be exactly easy for him, he had a completely different perspective of our relationship then i did. But all I did was judge based on his hybrid personality i didn’t think for a moment he would be so considerate of me for I’m just human.

- is unusual for it to happen like that? - Jin muttered, pausing for a second as if noticing what he said - for like both sides?

- I know, we are away from being normal - i gave him a slight nudge on his side, trying to ease the tension.

- I just wanted you to know that it had happen before - he confessed.

- What exactly?

- Hybrids and humans - he said - Yoongi is proof that is okay if hybrids and humans love each other. After all they deserve it too right?

- I'm just... I don't know Jin, I've been told my whole life it wasn't normal it feels weird now but, I...i love him.

- I'm glad you feel this way about him, he never got the chance to meet mom so I'm truly happy you are the one taking care of him.

- yeah, they do.

His words brought a comfort to my heart i knew i was needing, I’ve been feeling so guilty over my feelings for Yoongi even now that i knew he felt the same way about me. Everything felt so different, like something so far away from reality it certainly does not feel like a normal day and I was sure it wouldn’t even from years from now.

Especially when you spend half your life learning about this beings and grow a career to help them, everything seemed impossible at first that a possibility was never once considered, but now even as i was in the eye of the hurricane i still couldn't believe that it was happening.

- Also, Namjoon will be here soon so you should go back in and calm Yoongi - Jin said, leaning away from the wall to stand in front of me watching me with a apologetic face - I'm afraid you guys can't go farther than a few kisses for a while.

- Shit Jin! - i exclaimed, cheeks burning in heat as i hit him in the shoulder many times - How much did you heard!?

- Don't worry. You perverted girl, he is my brother I couldn't watch that - he made a disgusted face - you should be thanking me, I was the one who turned everything off before anyone else could see it.

- Yah... oh god this is so weird now - i held my temples, trying to calm myself from more embarrassment as he just stood there laughing - but I'll go check on him.

- Maybe we should give him suppressants for a while.... - Jin contemplated.

- Yeah....

- We should talk about this later in particular - he mentioned.

- Yes, also shouldn’t we tell Namjoon? - asked him, just now i realized how Namjoon has literally been out of everything this whole time from the beginning and made me feel bad about it.

- I guess so since... I've some things in mind, it will be weird if he only finds out later - he continues.

- Yeah, wait what things? - i asked.

- I'll explain to you when we get to talk alone later.

- Oh god there's more.... - I mumble - Don't leave me out again thought!

- I won’t.

- Will you come in with me? - I sighted, looking over Yoongis door room - since... brothers?

- Oh no, for the sake of my eyes i won’t - he said lifting up his hands in defeat.

- Ya! I wasn’t- you little... - I immediately stoped as he only chuckled over my embarrassment - wait here and don’t let Namjoon enter before i make sure Yoongi is.. you know what.

- Wouldn't interrupt the love birds, you don’t have to worry.

At that i gave him once last slap on the head before turning on my heel back to Yoongis room.

I had to take a few breathes before entering the room, i had no idea how i would go from now. Things were not what they used to, i still had to process all about the new information Jin just dumped over me - Yoongi being Jin's brother. That didn't change my feelings for him though, but it brought some clarity to my thoughts and it made me realize that Jin was just trying to be there for Yoongi and despite all he still considered him his family.

I desperately wanted him to know everything but it didnt felt like it was my place to let him know Jin was his brother, that he has a family. The more I questioned that the more convinced I was that now wouldn’t be the best time to tell him, especially with everything that happened between Yoongi and his father. For now i would let that slide so Jin can be the one to tell him the truth, my only concern in that moment was how am i supposed to tell Yoongi the grumpy snake hybrid we cannot mate?

With a long sigh i entered the room, the door never felt heavier then now and i didn't know if it was all in my head but his room didn't felt as warm as usual.

- why did it took you so long...? - his voice was low and groggy sounding drunk almost.

I had to swallow hard, my body immediately responded to his presence feeling the heat embrace ever centimeter of skin under my clothes, heart racing the closer I got to him as my eyes took in his figured lying lazily over the mess of covers. It clearly did not look like that before and I felt the realization hit me in a big wave of heat. Oh, damn he was making that nest again.

- sorry, i didn't mean to... - i said, carefully approaching the hybrid.

- Hum... - he slowly sit straight at the edge of the bed, chest exposed by his opened shirt his face was slightly red, lips swollen and he looked me up with lazy eyes.

Something about his heat made him look so dreamy it was hard to concentrate on anything else when he looked like that, I tried my best to stay focused on the matter at hands which was to make him take the suppressants and cut off the mating process quickly and efficiently but, i find out that would be more difficult now that i have him in front of me then a few seconds ago before entering the room.

I continued to swallow hard, heart rate gone loose like a mad horse on an empty field. He looked so heavenly now I wanted to eat him whole, my eyes couldn't stop running to every corner of his exposed skin and his beautiful scales. The small coat of sweat over him made his skin shine even more, it was unreal how enchanting he looked. How unfair.

i didn’t know how much time i had until Namjoon got here so i kept a good distance between me and him. I'm afraid if i took another step he won't make it any easier to me - not that I would mind and that was exactly why I needed that space.

Another hard swallow from me the second he turned his head slightly to the side, eyes staring at me curiously up and down. A frown formed on his face when he realized i wasn't moving any closer, by now i was sure he knew something was going on.

- if you have something to tell me... - he began, eyes staring down at the floor between sounding almost desperate as he looked up in my eyes - come closer and do it, I can't stand you being this far away from me.

I could feel my breath burning inside my chest at his words, the second his eyes moved back to mine i was already making my way towards him. That was honestly all it took from him to have me completely at his mercy, I felt deep in myself how much I couldn’t also stay away from him. Sitting beside him carefully, I felt my body heat up even more wanting so bad to just let myself go and let his arms embrace me into his body, i nervously looked at his hands on his lap biting hard on my bottom lip as if that would bring any relief to my nervous self.

- what is it? Do you… not love me anymore? - he said, almost running out of breath on his words.

I instantly moved closer to him, taking his hands into mine.

- how could you say that…. - i assure him, breathlessly as he stole my words - I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have feelings for you, Yoongi.

- Then what is it? - he asked, face slowly softening as I called his name.

- Things have gotten a bit complicated... - i tell him, he turned completely to face me worried growing on his soft features.

- Why? That Jin director won't let you be with me? - anger showed clear over his soft features, chest moving up and down faster as he spat the words showing his clear discomfort by the other male.

If i didn’t knew they were brothers i would have view this situation differently but, now that i know everything i couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction which gain me a confused look from the snake hybrid.

- Actually... he doesn't mind at all - i tell him, seeing as how his face changed so fast at my words he looked even more confused now and it made me chuckled again.

- He doesn't? - he mumbles, blinking confused.

- Jin just wanted to let me know that...

- I don’t care what he said.

He didnt let me finished, interrupting me mid sentence. Hands holding my wrists he moved so fast i bearly had any chance to properly process what he was doing until it was too late, my hands were held above my head and he pined me down on the bed straddling my waist.

I could feel his fast breathing over my lips and just like before his skin burned over mine, i immediately felt my body gave in his touch knowingly and in complete defeat - i knew I shouldn't have gotten closer to him.

Namjoon could get here anytime now and stoping a hybrid in heat wasn't easy especially when you were caged under him and every cell in your body longes for his touch, so painfully desperate for him.

- wait... Yoongi? - i tried to call out for him but no effect at all.

I know trying to stop him would be harder even more as my will to stop him was also compromised, as he looked down at me with so much desire and wet lips brushing so closely over mine.

- I need you... - he mumbled, leaning down on my neck.

No. Not the neck.

But he knew already all my weak spot’s which made it all worse and so good at the same time, I immediately felt my body shake underneath his at the feeling of his warm wet tongue over the skin of my neck.

He groaned in pleasure holding my wrists tighter, it was getting more and more difficult to resist.

- Wait please, yoongi - i call out again, this time he stopped his movements looking back into my eyes.

- What? Did i made you uncomfortable? - he said, apologetic.

- No it's just... Namjoon is coming and he'll be here anytime soon - i explained - we can't do this now.

- I understand... but this is not something i can control y/n, you should've thought about this before coming here and bitting me - he said, letting go of my wrists.

- I know, i know... - I carefully held his face caressing his cheek with my thumbs - I'm sorry... i don't meant to hurt your feelings, i want this just as much as you do but...

- The others don't understand... - he whispers.

- They don’t.

- What do we do now.... - he murmured over my lips - how are you gonna take responsibility for doing this to me?

If it wasnt for the smirk on his lips and the playfulness in his voice, I would think he was serious in that moment but i knew it was the opposite and as much as i wanted to comply to his wishes we couldn't do nothing for now.

Not knowing if we would ever get that chance, I simply pushed my lips over his kissing him desperately as if his lips were water and I've been locked away without a single drop of it. My thirst for him was eternal.

- make sure i pay you back - i tell him, chest rising up and down against each other.

- I will.... - he promised.

He got up from above me holding a hand out for me to get up, once i did he closed his other arm around me waist. Making me look up into his eyes, he stared into mine nervously almost as if he had been caught on a lie.

I just giggled at his reaction.

- please don't tell me you'll make me suffer more by going on heat alone - he pleaded.

- What if i do? - i playfully teased, earning a serious look from him as i made my way towards the small cabinet with medical supplies.

I wouldn’t let him go through it knowing how painful it could be, for now he would be under a small dose of suppressants until we know what to do.

- if you do... - he said fallowing behind me - I'll take you now....

For the second time he had spin me around completely taken me by surprise, holding my body tightly against his. I couldn't tell before but now it seemed his heat was getting more intense as if he wasn’t before, his usual dark eyes had a more yellow color around it, his cheeks were red and his fangs were more noticeable this time.

I could tell he was getting on the edge of losing from his finger tips tightening on my waist painfully, it could be really difficult if it gets too intense.

- no matter who enters this room... - he whispered over my lips - I'll make you mine.

- I won't do anything to hurt you - I whisper back, it seemed to be enough to wake him up from the trance.

He smiled softly eyes closing slowly and opening, he was breathing through his mouth a few drops of sweat sliding down the sides off his head to his neck. Yoongi has been holding his heat for days now, i couldn’t even imagine how uncomfortable this must feel for him and it made me feel bad for starting this but the situation calls for a pause now.

Feeling his fingers slowly lessen the grip on my waist letting go of me, I turned around to get him the suppressants quickly preparing a small dose of suppressant on a syringe before turning back to him.

- this will work faster so you don’t have to suffer tonight - i explain.

- Ok... - he took off his shirt completely before I even ask, for a moment I thought he was only being helpful but the sly smirk on his lips told me otherwise

He was doing it on purpose to provoke me, knowing very well how on the edge I was.

- And you were afraid of me teasing - I mumbled, he chuckled as i inserted the needle into his arm.

- Is good to know you're affected by me - he said, I quickly disposed of the syringe before turning back to him.

- How could i not? You...

Before i can finish the door is burst opened by a nervous Namjoon and a confused Jin fallowing right behind him.

- y/n are you okay? - Namjoon rushed to me - sorry i left so quickly.

I looked over to Jin who gave me a small smile then at Namjoon who shares his stare between me and the hybrid.

- she's fine.. i didn't eat her - he said to the male, double sense dripping from his lips through his smirk as he began to dress into his shirt.

My cheeks immediately went hot a low chuckle coming from Jin which he quickly tried to cover up by looking away, the situation was somewhat different now heaving the brothers in the same room sharing the same joke.

It made me feel at ease.

- I'm fine, Yoongi is on suppressant so he didn't do anything - i tell Namjoon, earning another chuckle from Jin.

- Ok that's good, Jin told me the mating process was canceled - Namjoon said.

- Yeah, we figured is better since is what the hybrids feel more comfortable with - i tell him - don't worry Joon we’ll fill you with all the details later, right Jin?

- What? Oh, yeah, oh yes later - jin said nervously.

I only stared at him shaking my head side to side.

[…]

It felt like i was living a movie ever since i meet the snake hybrid, how could i imagine all the events that would be fallowing the moment i decided to get myself between Yoongi and the clinic. I couldn't believe everything even after we left Yoongis room so he could rest, he needed to adapt to the suppressant before we moved him back to his room so as soon as we made sure everything was fine we left to carry on our different activities. Not only he needed to adapt but i knew this would take some time before i can begin to process it, now more then every we needed to be aware of the decisions we make in this process. It did not only involve Yoongis safety but the entire clinic.

At the same time i wanted for Jin to make his father pay for his mistakes, i fear he would try to do something and make things more complicated.

Whatever may happen i was sure to be there for Jin, we still needed to sort everything out as soon as possible.

Namjoon was the most confused between us all, after all Jin had the most impact on him right after we left Yoongis room he turned to Namjoon with the more serious expression on his face as if he was on a mission.

- we have import things to discuss later.- he said with a hand on his shoulder, and the most dramatic look on his features.

- Alright...? - Namjoon was so puzzled he could bearly say anything after he left. - is everything okay with him?

- He's good… see ya?

- see ya.

I knew things were set for drama later on, but now i could tell a weight seemed to heave left Jin's shoulder - mine too now that i was sure he wasn’t bother by my feelings for Yoongi, especially since they are brothers. I was happy he was the one to know about us first, we seemed to share the same thoughts and stand together on the same page when it came to Yoongi. Jin being his only family now i was happy for him, Yoongi wasn’t alone anymore.

Things were bound to happen and secrets can't stay hidden forever, but we had each other and we have the same goal in mind.

Save Yoongi.

Not knowing my day would star with such events in the morning, i didn’t assigned much appointments for today since i would be focusing on Yoongis treatments and his mating process but now that it was all canceled the plans had changed and my schedule was more clear today, i had to make sure a day before today for any case Yoongi may need my assistance but since he was on suppressants from now i would only have to go with his normal appointments now. I found myself completely bored a few hours later after checking on my patients.

After noon i was going back to check on Yoongi when i felt my phone vibrating on my pocket assuming to be Jin and chuckling since i was right ''meeting. My office.'' It read and i could almost picture his teasing smile on his face while sending this.

Truth is ever since the situation with Yoongi was set to our care we have been so stressed and on the edge with it all, one after the other, all the worst cases possible were just being dumped on us and i knew it wasn’t going to be any easy from that point, now that Jin has opened up about his father i knew why he was so distant this whole time and so eager to get things done.

Just like me he too was going through a hard time but now that we finally talked about everything all that worry and fear seemed to be gone, i could feel how much lighter his humor seemed to be and i too felt more comfortable despite my worries for Yoongi.

I was making my way to the elevator to meet up with him when the the alarm went off and all the halls were lighted by the red color and my whole body immediately moved in alert. This was a red coded situation and different from the tiger hybrid accident last week, this one was emergency alert. Not thinking twice as i rushed through the corridors hearing the voice on the speakers requested assistance on the main entrance of the clinic - was there a hybrid making an escape? Not just any hybrid but a red code one?

Today gotta be my lucky day, right after lunch someone tried to escape? The situation couldn’t call for a better moment and i worried for all the other hybrids safety and the timing couldn’t be more perfect as it just so happened to be when the hybrids were coming back from the canteen.

Once I finally got there i was ready to assist with anything but, i found myself watching a scene that for my disappointment was exactly what i was praying wouldn’t happen.

A few doctors circle around the main entrance not moving clearly unsure of what to do as the coded red hybrid held one of our patients by the neck, rushing through the people around i stood in front of the scene feeling a breath close on my throat at the sight of the bunny hybrid i was treating being held by the neck on his knees.

For a moment I thought that this couldn’t be a hybrid who stood there holding Jungkook, i was skeptical as he didn’t show any characteristic of an animal until he looked up in my direction looking straight into my eyes. He didn’t have human eyes, they were bright orange his pupils closed on a thin line sharp enough to bring a chill to my spine. The light shined better over his face making known the golden color of what i knew very well were scales, he was a snake hybrid.

The painful groan from jungkook on the floor immediately woke up the rage inside me, if he wanted to hurt me it was fine but to go after one of my patients it was something else and before i could even think for a second I was already walking towards them, ignoring the few rushed warnings of the people around me.

Making my way towards the snake hybrid i never felt so angry before, being with Yoongi certainly raised my confidence with his kind.

Once i was one step away from the hybrid, looking straight into his sharp snake eyes he smirked at me. Tilting his head to the side as he licked his bottom lip, analyzing my face.

- let go of him - I demanded, anger spitting the words from my lips.

- I don’t want to...

This time i closed the distance.

- you don’t have a say in this, i can wait all day if i must - I demanded again, never even blinking away from his eyes - now be a good boy and let go of my patient.

This time his smile faded completely from his face into a bitter look and he slowly let go of jungkook, who almost fell on the floor over his face. I carefully lowered myself to help jungkook up holding his hands, his neck was red from the tight grip of the snake hybrid and he had tears on his eyes.

- are you okay? - i asked him. He nodded only and I quickly rushing him towards one of the doctors standing there.

- You're not like them... - the hybrid in front of me mumbles, making me turn back to him watching as his orange eyes looked me up and down before stoping over my neck.

I nervously swallowed, i know hybrids have much higher senses and from the look on his snake eyes i was sure by now he too knew about Yoongis bite on my skin still covered by a badge. Heat fallow up my face, knowing from experience he could probably smell Yoongis scent all over me and i prayed he wouldn’t say anything about it in front of every one.

- i don’t know what you mean by that - i tell him, trying my best to sound stern - now will you come with me to your room so i can get you treated or... do you want to go sedated?

He chuckled.

- lead the way doctor - he said, teasingly.

At his words the people around us seemed to have calmed down and soon one of the doctors came to my side with the hybrids documents and a collar to put on him, he looked at me worriedly but i only smiled trying to easy out the tension brought by the snake hybrid, i made sure to take the collar from him and quickly turned back to put on the hybrid.

Anger no longer seemed to be running on my system and i felt nervous once again, but i tried my best to keep my composure while closing the collar around his neck.

Closer now to him i could tell that different from Yoongi, this hybrids scales went higher up his neck stoping right under his ear, his blonde hair was bright almost white and i could pick a citrus scent on him.

I was curious to know what kind of snake hybrid he was.

- i can smell this is not your first time doctor - the snake hybrid insinuates, careful with his choice of words.

- It is not, fortunately for you I'm the one they call when hybrids like you don't have manners - i reply, which makes him smirk even more.

- Lucky me - he mumble, eyes looking up and down at me as he licked his bottom lip showing his sharp fangs.

I didn’t needed to question that he was sure a poisonous snake hybrid, I fear that differently then Yoongis bite his would actually be deadly.

Lucky me.

We didn't know if he would behave until he is all set on his room so me and another doctor were quickly to bring him there, we had to make sure to do this fast to ensure the other hybrids safety. I was glad he didn’t try make another scene but i still held my guard up, walking behind the hybrid as the other doctor took the front guiding us to his room.

Once in his room he was quick to walk up to the bed at the center of the room, sitting on the edge of it i fallowed behind o take the collar from him.

Stoping in front of him as the doctor responsible for him prepared his medication, i focused on carefully tacking the silver collar from his neck. His scales were much different then Yoongis, his had a more yellow and golden sparkle to it which made it look like he was covered in gold in contrast with his almost white hair.

With the collar off his neck he quickly held my wrist stoping me from moving away, he looked up at me, pupils fuller this time, only a small bit of orange around his full pupil told me he was calmer now, he brought my wrist up to his nose closing his eyes as he smelled.

- i smell another hybrids scent on you... - he whispered amused, the smirk never leaving his lips as he watched me - i never seen a human mate with us before..

I took my wrist from his hold harshly, feeling the heat creeping back to my face. Turning on my heel i walked back to assist the doctor, listening the snake hybrid chuckling behind me.

- what do we have? - i asked the doctor, trying to brush the emotions off my nerves.

- he is a piton snake hybrid, red coded but not by poisonous…. - he said.

- i can tell… - I murmured taking the documents from him as he prepared a sedative for the hybrid.

Usually the code red is attributed to a hybrid for one of two reasons, he is a predator which does demand a different approach before we can proceed with any further treatment or he has a history of misbehavior mostly being attempted escape or attempt to harm others, usually they only attempt in harmful behaviors.

I wasn’t surprised to find in his file that hes been assigned to our clinic for treatment after trying to kill one of the doctors on his past clinic, the list goes on and i wasn’t sure what to do.

Name: jp01301095 Male Species: Snake/Piton

Code: Red. (Destructive behaviors)

Date of admission: 13062016

Current status: to be treated for aggressive behavior and attempt to suicide.

Resume: Patient jp01301095 has shown no sign of improvement on past treatments, has been unable to socialize with his kind and the doctors responsible for his treatment. Patient didn’t show any symptoms of recovery, due to his destructive behaviors against others he is required to be isolated from anyone and to be excluded from mating process.

This would be one hell of a patient to treat, the more i read his file the more i became concerned about him. All i could think about was the words “attempt to suicide” on his file, how they never bothered to give him an actual name all made me question if the clinic he was before even cared to treat him correctly, he was the first patient i have heard off that actually tried to harm himself. No matter how many pages of his aggressive behavior towards others i read nothing was making me see him as a threat, I was afraid that just like Yoongi he too was only acting out of fear, looking up at his figure he stared at me smirking i wondered if all wasn’t just a mask he decided to wear to hide what he truly felt.

On his file i notice the dates of all the incidents involving him that, his behavior worsen after his attempt to end his own life. After treating Yoongi and finding out all the mistreatments done to him in this clinic, i was sure this snake hybrid has been gone through the same if not… worse in his past.

I turned to look at him as he stared at us amused and decided on taking matters in my own hands if needed.

- you can ask anything to me... - the hybrid said getting up and walking over to where i was.

It wasn’t like i was some kind of fearless human that i somehow always managed to get in this situations, i just felt more understanding of the hybrids pain then the others and I couldn’t ignore the fact that every time i looked at him, i saw someone who needed help even though he tried to hide it and did very well. He was the victim here but others may not be able to see it as i do, turning to the doctor I smile softly at him.

- call for Namjoon - I whispered to him and he nodded quickly.

I knew he would be the only one after me who could treat this snake hybrid, Namjoon was stronger then me and i knew better then to let myself act any recklessly with this hybrid. He was letting me go now because he wanted, from his files i knew it wouldn’t take a second before he try to hurt me. I needed someone who i could trust to care for him and that was Namjoon.

Once the doctor left i walked up to the hybrid. I knew this was dangerous but i saw what Yoongi did to the other staff and i knew this couldn't go any different if i wasn’t careful.

- well, I'm y/n I'll be taking care of you before we proceed with further treatments - i tell him.

- Please do... - he said, a smirk fallowing.

I took the sedative with me. When we go through traumas our brain tend to mask it as the opposite feelings as a safe mechanism, hybrids were no different then us when it came to that. I could tell he was using a flirting tone and a smile to mask his feelings probably also to provoke a reaction from me since he knows about Yoongi from his scent on me, i questioned if he uses that as a way to get things he wants from people - was it that how he got closer to his past females doctors?

I saw first hand how he can be when acting out on rage, but the more I looked at him now if I didn’t watched before I wouldn’t even believe he was capable of such thing. Right now he looked like a complete different hybrid then the one i read on the file, he wasn’t much taller then me, had a small figure and was covered on a gray uniform from his old facility, his white hair messily covered some of his face, his skin looked so pale it made the scales on his body shine like gold.

When he wasn’t smirking the soft features on his face made him look almost angelic, he was beautiful indeed - was it common for all snake hybrids to be this beautiful?

I quickly brushed off.

- what is your name? - i ask him.

They never once bother to give him a name, clearly no one even treated him kindly before for it. It was noticeable to me they didn’t thought of him for more then an aggressive being, only seeing him for his flaws but never trying to care for his wounds.

- I’m sure you read in the file, is jp01301095…. - he said, nonchalantly.

- yeah, but I’m sure that is not how you actually call yourself - i tell him, approaching softly - I’m asking for your real name.

He looked at me suspiciously certainly i was the only one who ever bothered to ask for his name, i could see how his mask dropped for a very short second before he smirked taking another step closer.

- you can call me Jimin…. - he said, sarcasm dripping his words - did they send me here because i misbehaved?

- Why you think that? - i asked softly, I realized the calmer i sounded the more his pupils dilated - did you do something bad?

- Humm... i hurt someone - he murmured, eyes shining brighter as if remembering exactly what he did - that's why they didn't assign any females as my doctors...

His files did mentioned a few females assistants who were unfortunate on the receiving side of his anger, it made me wonder why he prays on them more then males. Was it a women who inflicted the pain on him? Or was it that he just thought of us as being easier to hurt?

- I see... well nothing I haven't seen before - i tell him. Which brought a cold chuckle from him.

- You have some courage - he walked closer to me - is it because you stink of a snake hybrid? You think hell protect you?

- I can protect myself Jimin - i tell him.

The mention of his name did got a reaction from him as i imagined, for the second time i saw the mask fall for another split second before i took the chance to grab his wrist carefully. He didn’t fight me not did he tried to hurt me from touching him, i was surprised at that not exactly expecting him to let me guide him back to his bed. He sat down watching my every move.

- you are not here to be punished, Jimin… - i decided to call him by his name.

I took the sedative the doctor prepared, all his symptoms were under a red pen marked as dangerous on his file and everything was pointing how Jimin wasn’t physically hurt but mentally. He was unstable and so on for the first appointment he must be asleep, as much as i hate it I can’t do the opposite , he could still try to hurt someone and i was set on changing that behavior of his.

- you are here to be treated and recover - i said.

Turning to him i sat beside him taking his shirt to the side to insert the needle on his shoulder. He didn’t move or said anything while i did it. It was only when i was done that he gave me another sarcastic response.

- are you this sweet with your little snake lover too? - he said, trying to provoke another reaction.

- I'm careful with all my patients - i said, the words I chose are important. Anything could trigger a reaction from him and it was a matter of one wrong choice that could change everything.

- Oh... was he the one who did that? - he pointed at my arm covered by the white badge.

- No, he would never do anything to hurt me - i tell him - maybe you should learn some manners with him.

He scoffed.

I watched closely for his reaction at the mention of him and another hybrid like him, it didn’t seem to after him too much and that is a good thing.

The door opened revealing a worried Namjoon. I walked up to him.

- you really have no will to survive - he said to me.

- Sorry, everyone was scared so i did what i do best - i tell him, handing the file to him - i just sadeted him, he is all yours.

- Wait you won’t help me out? - he asked as i turned to leave, seeing as the hybrid as already falling over the bed due to the sedative any worry I had left in me was gone.

Everything would be fine from now.

- I have enough snake problems to resolve.

[…]

Indeed i had enough problems to resolve, after the alert was out i had to head back to all my patients and make sure they were doing fine - especially Jungkook who could've had end up hurt if i didn't show up.

Me and Namjoon were not the only ones who had assignments to deal after the alert, Jin too was called to assist the others and our meeting had to be moved to another hour later.

I just found out then how Yoongi could get even more grumpy under heat suppressants and nothing seemed to ease that grumpiness of his but i was relived to be with him in that moment regardless of his shitty humor, after the deep dive on the new snake hybrid file and uncover another series of mistreatment to another being like Yoongi my own humor had gone down bad blue and gray.

After bringing Yoongi some food i was impressed at how much he behaved like an old man when he's grumpy.

- did you eat everything? - i asked him.

- Yes boss.... - he mumbled, sucking on the red lollipop i gave him in the hopes the sugar would melt a bit of his grumpy humor. It didn't.

Instead he just looked at me bored while lying lazily on the bed, the covers were all over the floor and some were even scratched in pieces.

- were you fighting with the bed? What a mess - I commented. Hearing a grunt from him, i chuckled at his reaction - if you keep behaving like that...

- What? Will you punish me doctor y/n - he said teasingly, sitting over the edge of the bed were i stood up in front of him.

- Yes i will, i won’t give you any kisses - i tell him turning away to leave.

As I expected not a second later he pulled me back by the arm, i watched as he stared up at me much softer than before. This sly snake.

- I'm sorry... - he said, slowly massaging my wrist - i’m feeling moody because of the meds.

- I know, is okay - i gave in, carefully caressing his long hair.

- You'll still give me kisses, right?

- Of course...

I leaned down pressing our lips together in a soft kiss, feeling his smile grow against my lips tasting the sweet flavor of strawberry lollipop on his tongue. He groaned moving his hands up and down my sides slightly pulling me closer but before things got any deeper I quickly leaned back. Making my leave to carry on my assignments, leaving a now less grumpy snake hybrid behind.

We still needed to discus the matters with Jin and tell Namjoon of all that's been going on the past days, I felt bad for hiding it from him for this long but things were certainly not looking good and sometimes it is better to tell the other when you have things figured out so you don't bleed on them.

Thats what i thought at least, while making my way to get in the elevators after messaging Jin about the meeting.

When he gave me his confirmations I quickly left to head to his office.

I knew things would get better for Yoongi from now on and i was hopeful that Jin would win this one against his father, from now we had agreed on keeping an eye on all the hybrids in the clinic to make sure such thing never happens again.

Once i entered Jin's office Namjoon was already there as they shared a brief conversation. I took the seat beside Namjoon in front of Jin's desk as he looked as us both.

- well was is this all about? - Namjoon asked.

- I don't really know were to start.... - Jin said, looking a bit nervous - a few days ago we were here to discuss how you both would be taking care of Yoongis case and now, I'm here to... kinda fill you in why he won’t be put down anymore.

I know that already, but hearing for the first time right now felt more reassuring. I knew yet it felt like it was finally happening, Yoongi was free.

So on Jin begin to tell Namjoon about everything we have kept from him this whole time, how his father passed the case to him to put yoongi down, the first time we treated him and how he researched the files for Yoongi finding out all about his mistreatments.

He told us about how a few days before the mating process start he found his mothers diary and the documents for Yoongis birth, passing them to Namjoon who had the same reaction as me when i found out.

The entire time Jin was he only one talking, i wasn't sure what to expect once he was done though. As much as i was feeling positive i couldn’t ignore the anxiety i was feeling in that moment, i was hoping Namjoon would understand and maybe help us too but i couldn't force him to do that not was i expecting him to accept all of this at first.

The moment Jin told him about them being brothers our relationship was fallowed right after, Namjoon didn’t looked at me in any moment, his entire attention was still on the papers on his hands but i notice how he reacted at the mentioned of me and Yoongi.

- what? - he then said, looking up at Jin.

I swallowed nervously as Jin looked at me with the same feeling.

- i mean... i don't intend to be rude - he continued - this is the first time i heard of such thing.

- so you don't mind? - i asked.

He turned to look into my eyes.

- it's nothing that bothers me, i mean hybrids should be treated fairly like us not like some kind of savages, right?  - he added - i think if that's how you feel about him, i shouldn't judge you. We are friends too.

I was grateful for his words, so far I've been beating myself up over this matter. I couldn't help but wonder if me and Yooongi could ever have a relationship, we were far from normal and completely opposites to one another. But our feelings were mutual, a spark gluing us together.

For now i knew that my friends were together with me and that was very comforting due to our situation, i still have no idea how I'll ever manage a relationship with a hybrid in the clinic. I was sure it wouldn't be possible to maintain such a secret here and even more intimacy, wasn’t exactly comforting to be intimate with Yoongi at the same place i treated others.

It seems that no matter how many obstacles we go through, things never get easy for me and Yoongi to be together in the end something always separates us.

- is that why the mating process was canceled? - Namjoon asked.

- oh, no - Jin quickly replied - i simply don't want to force Yoongi into that, he clearly doesn't seem comfortable with it.

- i see... what will we be doing now then? - Namjoon putted - with him i mean.

- I intend to set Yoongi for adoption.

- what?

I almost gagged at my own saliva at his statement.

- that's what i wanted to discuss with you - Jin stared at me - i dont't want him to stay here any longer. Yoongi has been so much already or years i think is about time he has his own home but since the protocols for hybrids require an adoption document I'll set him for applications.

- a black mamba snake hybrid... it will be difficult to find good people interested - Namjoon comments.

I knew this would come sooner or later. Some of the hybrids here at the clinic are set for adoption application after their full recover, that is green coded hybrids. I couldn't understand why Jin would want to set Yoongi for adoption especially with him being red coded. He needed special care and time for recover to all his mistreatments, not only that but he certainly needed space to be able to have his heat which we had to interrupt for a while.

- are you planning on adopting him then? - i ask.

- oh… no - he said - i don’t think he would want to come with me and part of the process is that is a mutual thing with both sides, even though we are brothers i… wouldn’t want him to feel obligated to accept me just because of that.

- I understand but if you’re setting him for someone else, don't you think is too soon for this? - i asked Jin.

- i know what you're thinking, that's why i want you to apply for his adoption - he said. I could feel my eyeballs almost sprout open at his words.

- me?!

- it makes sense... - Namjoon muttered and i stared at him stupefied - i mean, he only likes you and you like him. Why not?

- i know this might be sudden y/n given how it has been so far but, i ask you to consider this - Jin said softly, eyes locked with mine

- yes, it is very sudden - i tell him - I'll have to think about this first, this is a lot of responsibility.

- I'll be here once you decide.

It mostly is a lot of responsibility, is not only about me but Yoongis well being as well. I can't make such decisions without thinking about this through, i know that Jin trusts me with this because of the relationship i have build with Yoongi and he being his only family is trying his best to help him but i can't do something that would possibly make Yoongi uncomfortable.

It hasn't been long since we've been together, living with one another is much different, sharing the same house together would be something he's never experienced too. I wasn't sure i would be able to meet his needs with my small apartment, certainly being a doctor at the clinic would help a lot with any medical needs he may have but what else would i be able to offer him?

Truth is I'd give him the world if i could but, i can't.

- well count me in to help guys - Namjoon said - but don't keep me out from now on.

He pointed at Jin.

- sorry bro, won't keep you out anymore - Jin said.

- y/n, don't even think about leaving me with that other Snake hybrid of yours - was his turn to point at me now.

The mention immediately reminds me of the piton snake hybrid who was admitted today, Jimin the piton hybrid's definitely seemed like a case new to me. He didn't seem to respect any boundaries and was a extremely trouble maker, from his files i read today there was many cases highlighted of his doings, doctors being hurt by him and many tries to escape that ended with not only the staff hurt but some of the hybrids.

Not only that but his mental state doesn’t seem the best either, i felt deeply concerned for him.

- what? But he is not my patient? - i tell him. I would gladly take the case if it wasn't for Yoongi, he's been very sensitive to all the smells around, i was afraid that if Jimin gets too close and leave some scent he might go off really bad.

- you mean the new snake hybrid, he’s a piton... - Jin adds - if I'm not wrong he hasn't been assigned to a specific doctor yet, if the situations seems favorable y/n would you mind taking him?

- i don't know, Jin...

- i think it could be good for Yoongi, maybe we can introduce them two and see if they can become friend - Jin continues - i think that it would be good for him.

- I understand Jin but, that is something to be discussed more in the future - i tell him - we need to move slower, Yoongi just started to adapt to a new routine and you are already thinking of putting him into adoption process. He's been through a lot, he might need more time to process all of this. He doesn't even know about you.

- oh, you are right... well then let's keep the in mind for the moment but please - Jin looked at me, a soft expression on his face - do think about what i told about his adoption, I'm sure... you are be the best suited to this.

[…]

A few days have gone ever since Jin mentioned about Yoongis adopting process, I haven't gone a single minute without considering all the pros and cons for that, as Jin asked me. I knew he wanted me to carry on that process but, i wasn't sure about it. We haven’t even told Yoongi about that, since it was still something that needed to be worked on and we were not sure how we would react to it, Jin was taking his time with it. But not only for those reasons, i was assuming he was even more busy this week then ever before. He did carry on the matters with his fathers wrong doings, but nothing much could be done besides making him step down from his position at the clinic so Jin could take his place.

Jin mentioned in a meeting about the situation with his father that, he was afraid that by exposing Yoongi and making known how there was a possibility for humans and hybrids to reproduce together would only cause future troubles for the hybrids and the last thing he wanted was for the hybrids to be put on a lab and be tested on again.

I know he only had good intentions and i trusted he did what he could in the situation he was in, for that reason we decided to delete all traces of his mother relation with the hybrid and her pregnancy. All the documents were destroyed to ensure no harm would be done to any hybrid in the future.

I didn't wanted to but, Jimin was in the end passed down for my care. The piton snake himself made the request for Jin the day after he was set in the clinic, from then i knew there was nothing i could do but at the same time i was glad he was showing good signs.

I decided it would be best to talk about it with Yoongi which only made me more nervous about it.

- he's like me? I doubt - he said that time - i don't really care though.

I was perplexed at his unbothered response at first but then I began to wonder if it was only because of the suppressants he's been taking, whatever reason it was it made possible for me to carry on Jimins treatments more closely.

The piton snake was slowly making process, so far he had no episodes of anger his only problem seemed to be he was just a brat, whenever he could he would bother Jungkook the bunny hybrid and I remember Namjoon mentioning that it was because he was a prey hybrid. Jungkook only acted annoyed at Jimins bickering at him, clearly the bunny hybrid was much bigger then the piton hybrid but I wouldn't want to bet on that matter - although i did saw some colleagues betting on them in the lunch room.

Jimins misbehaving got less serious as the days went by, he decided to be extra annoying to me though. He would always send flirting comments to me whenever he could, trying to be cute the second he realized i was seriously unbothered. It was baffling how much he just throws those comments every now and then never missing a chance, i even set him for heat examination but he came clean. He was just dirty minded but a least i knew he wasnt trying to kill anyone here like he would on his past clinics. He did improved a lot and I was glad he was doing better now, after a few days Jimin has proven to me how even code red hybrids could recover if you just give them some time and space to heal after all they too get mentally exhausted.

Jimin was constantly left on open space with other hybrids at his old clinic which to some hybrids can be very overwhelming since some still fell very territorial, i heard from him how some other hybrids would act out because of it but the clinic never did anything about it.

From then he started to open up more to me about his past, i was right about him being mistreated and that made me even more protective of the small piton hybrid. He wouldn’t talk much about himself and i notice how he would quickly brushed off with a flirty comment whenever the conversation went too serious, i was surprised to discover how much of a soft hybrid he was. But it seemed he didn’t liked when people noticed that side of him.

Little by little i would mention to him if he would like to meet with Yoongi, he would usually make some unserious comments and I understand that he wasn’t ready for that in the moment.

A week has gone by since Jins father has stepped down from his position, i could tell things were changing around the clinic evere since. Jin was giving extra attention to every case to ensure that everything was doing fine. Through that time i notice more people coming to the clinic to apply for Yoongis adoption, i was happy more people seemed to be interested in taking him in but I couldn't ignore the bitter feeling it came with it.

I grew worried about it every day that went by, usually when hybrids begin adopting process the director review the documents of the people who applied and after the review a meeting with the people is set for them and the hybrid to meet each other and ensure things go smoothly for both of them.

I was glad Jin was taking this slowly for everything that Yoongi went through and specially since he still doesn't know about this yet it could make things more difficult. The grumpy snake hybrid was still grumpy from the suppressants and we still needed to discuss about his heat, it would be good for the hybrid to hold that much longer.

I knew it would come to a moment were a meeting would be set for him and i became even more anxious, it was selfish of me to think about it this way but just the thought of Yoongi going away set a pinch to my chest so deep it was enough to drive me insane.

I was done dueling on the matter but I had to tell him about it first, before making any decision i needed to let him know his options. I felt the need to let him know that he wasn’t an accessory but a being who had a life and he could make his own choices.

After much thought i decided to tell him at his lunch, but I couldn't make out any words as i just stood there in front of him as he eat his food quietly.

- you've been too quiet - he mentions.

- ah, yes I'm just thinking about something... - nervously replied.

- is it about me? You seem... weird - he said, putting the bowl down beside him. He brushed his hair to the side, dark eyes staring deep into mine as if trying to make out my thoughts.

- i know that it might be too soon... - i begin, sitting down beside him, ignoring his eyes as i stared at the floor bitting into my lower lip - i wanna know your thoughts on... hum… adoption.

- what do you mean by that? - he asks, i feel him move beside me turning to me completely - you wanna adopt? Is it... like a pet? Or...

He didn't continued realizing by my silence exactly what i meant. I sighted.

- Jin set you for adoption a few days ago.... - I blurted out.

- he... what? - he said - why didnt you tell me before? Why am i only finding out now?

- because i... I wanted to ask you first... - i looked up at him nervously, feeling heat creeping up on my cheeks.

Seeing as his dark eyes shined angrily at mine and his eyebrows furred into a thick line, his hair was still a bit wet from his early bath, i could smell the scent of lavender coming from his skin. He grew the habit of closing only the last four bottoms of his silk shirt, exposing his beautiful skin and the scales on his sides and his neck to my eyes. Yoongi knew exactly what he was doing when he let those bottoms opened, it was on purpose and he made that clear a few days ago during one of his bath.

Even under suppressants i realized his desire was just unstoppable and unfortunately for Jin who usually entered the room right when we were sharing a heated kiss, it was not the best scene to be present.

Maybe it was the fact that so many people showed up for Yoongi that made me finally step up, i knew ever since we shared a bite on his mating room I wouldn’t be able to stay away from him anymore and having to balance our relationship in the clinic wasn't enough not was it possible anymore.

- I’ve been meaning to ask you this but i was so nervous, Yoongi... - i tell him honestly - the truth is... ever since Jin brought this up first I've been thinking about it every day...

- what are you trying to tell me y/n? - he said, leaning closer he held my hand in his. - are you trying to say goodbye?

- i.... - i stopped immediately.

How could i even put this into words to him? I was so nervous my hands were shaking, seeing how he seemed to grow sadder i felt desperate.

- i want to adopt you Yoongi.

At my words his face immediately lightens up, eyes staring into my with much surprise.

- you mean... for real? - he was breathless.

- yes, i wanna take you to my home as mine - i tell him.

He immediately pulled me into his arms and i never been held so tightly by him before, i hugged him back softly caressing his hair.

- I'm all yours then... - he murmured in my neck.

My chest was almost exploding in excitement.

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The morning after…

- here -  i said handing Jin the single paper.

- oh, what is it? - he asked, before taking.

- i thought i should hand it to you personally.... - i tell him - i didn’t wanted to waste any time.

He stared at me suspiciously before reading the paper i gave him, I chuckled at his immediate surprise response eyes opening enough to almost pop out off his head then slowly fading into a knowing smile as he looked up at me.

- what took you so long? - he said.

- overthinking maybe?

We both shared a smile before he put the paper down getting into a more serious mood.

- well then... should we discuss the meeting?

- yes, the sooner the better.

I couldn't even begin to believe it. Yoongi would leave this clinic for the first time in his life and it was going to be with me.

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[quibbs126]

You know I kind of want to see a verbal confrontation between TF One Megatron and one of the miners who weren’t part of the quartet, like Jazz or something. Someone who knew D-16, but wasn’t there for what happened to the group on the surface, only being told the important information about Sentinel and such

Because the last any of them saw D was before the Iacon 5000, when he was still their normal co-worker. Now the next time they see him, only a couple days later, he’s violently murdering their former ruler (even if they did just learn he’s a complete monster and a traitor), shooting and dropping his best friend into a bottomless pit, and now trying to basically commit terrorism and violent revolution. They only saw the beginning and end, they have no clue how he got to this point

I want to see one of them ask him just what the hell happened on the surface to turn him from responsible, dependable, friendly D-16 to this violent crazy revolutionary. What could have possibly happened to make him so different in the span of only a couple days?

I could also see some of them maybe being scared on principle to be around Megatron. One part because he’s become so different they can’t really process this enormous change, to the point of fear, choosing to avoid him to avoid thinking about how he used to be their friend, and say Megatron is instead some new crazy guy unrelated to D, at least when they aren’t seeing him. But another part of the fear could also be that he killed and is now driven to kill Orion Pax, the bot he cared about more than anything, the last bot they’d think he’d ever harm. So what are the chances any of the rest of them have that he won’t hurt them? Sure he hates Optimus for more personal reasons, but in their minds, if Orion wasn’t safe, none of them are

Maybe they all just have different reactions to the Megatron situation, and honestly I want to see them. I want to know how they feel about his sudden change. And I’d also be down to see if some other former miners agree with him and go to join him, and what the correlation there is between that and how well they knew D-16. Like are they following him out of his ideals, not knowing the guy, or are they following him because they trusted D-16, and figure he must have a good reason for acting the way he is; they weren’t there on the surface to know otherwise. It just would be really interesting to see

But I also want that confrontation between Megatron and that other miner I mentioned up top. Let’s stick with Jazz, since he seems like he’d have a bigger role in any future things, and on one of the last days they saw D-16, he and Orion had just saved Jazz’s life while breaking protocol, which I don’t think he’d forget for either bot

I both want it so we can see the miners’ perspective on D-16’s turn, but also because I want to know how Megatron would react. Jazz wasn’t there on the surface, he wasn’t one of the group trying to talk him out of his revenge, he didn’t do anything to Megatron (or this is how he sees it all in his mind), this is someone he thinks he’s trying to help calling him out. But he also wasn’t there, he didn’t experience what Megatron did, he just doesn’t understand it. Would that make him just brush off Jazz as not understanding, or make him more compelled to convince Jazz that he’s right, since Jazz is only disagreeing with him because he’s just confused and doesn’t know enough? Regardless of what Megatron thinks, Jazz probably is confused, but I imagine he’d stick with Optimus ultimately; he just wants to know what happened to his friend, and maybe even snap him out of this whole state he’s in, being an outside perspective that he isn’t entirely biased against

[bubblergoespop]

EA ramble so Spoilers hehehhe (it’s very long and half of it probably doesn’t make sense i’m sorry)

FIRST OF ALL the start of the audio oh em gee he’s such a horny bastard i love it. i need to stop saying that um anyway. tbh i wasn’t even caught off guard that much bc that’s just the kind of thing i expected from a porter audio.

THE SAM CALLL AAWHHH porter’s genuine shock at sam, vincent and lovely leaving the house hurts me because he can’t seem to fathom having the kind of freedom and lack of obligation to make that choice AGH and i love his attitude he’s so silly.

“i am busy with someone very important to me.” kill me now please i can’t take this anymore. this whole audio’s focus was the fact that porter and treasure don’t know each other that well but despite that, porter cares too much about treasure to just up and leave them even at the mention of his house falling apart. it’s crazy how much he cares for treasure already and I LOVE IT wow sure do hope nothing bad happens to this weak defenceless unempowered human….

speaking of unempowered, i LOVE that porter addressed the power imbalance and how that was affecting treasure’s responses to him. i know treasure seemed to be stubborn, straightforward and upfront in porter’s sleep aid audio but i have a feeling that after porter denied “talking” so adamantly, treasure didn’t want to keep pushing him. not just out of care but also a slight hint of fear. not only are they unempowered but they were also completely uninformed before porter and i’m sure they still know little to nothing about the magical world. i can’t blame them for being hesitant to push a vampire, whose abilities they don’t really know the full extent of. saying that, they do still obviously care for porter and i’m so so glad that porter addressed this to ensure that treasure’s fear of giving the “wrong answer” doesn’t hurt their relationship with him.

and on the topic of their relationship, porter’s soft “do we?” after talking about the possibility of wanting to make their relationship long-term and more in depth AAAAAHHHH he’s so cute. and him acknowledging that it’s been a while since he’s had the desire or even the time to get to know someone outside of the solaire house hurts my heart so much. the fact that even after he was “freed” of his maker, he still was too absorbed by the need to appease william that he didn’t have time to live his own life outside of that is so painful to think about and i love it. also he’s just cute when he’s unsure heheh.

ngl i thought porter mentioning treasure’s surname would lead to him revealing his own true surname. but that’s mostly just me being hopeful because it’s still quite soon in his and treasure’s relationship. he doesn’t even know treasure’s surname so i doubt he’s in any place to just drop something so personal, maybe even something that brings up such emotional memories considering even his life before turning wasn’t the best.

porter’s little darling’s hehehe erik loves that term of endearment so much i swear. OH and porter’s repeated mentions of sam, to me, prove that there is something more to sam’s friendship with porter than there seems to have been shown to us. sam himself has already said he has a sort of tolerance for porter’s bullshit, even if it has limits. and now, porter’s mentions of sam throughout a conversation that doesn’t involve him tells me that the pair are closer than they seemed to be. which makes sam leaving the house hurt even more oh my god i can’t believe how porter feels considering maybe the one person in the house he could stand to be around is leaving. and even after trying to make up with vincent, now vincent is leaving too. porter lets pack our bags too and run away together as well please, you deserve everything.

UGH TREASURE MEETING SAM AUDIO WHENNNN??? erik please give sam a chance to reflect the “sam landed you?” comment onto porter with treasure.

AAAGGGHHHHH i can’t wait to see where this relationship goes. i didn’t think this would turn into such a long ramble wow i love this man (he’s fictional) he’s such a cutie (he has no canon appearance) i wanna marry him (he’s nothing but a voice).

[jolieblack]

Jolie’s notes on

The Lion’s Mane (Sherlock & co podcast)

Oh, this case made me so happy. 🦁🪼⛴️

Sweet domesticity in Baker Street, then a client ringing the bell bringing a dramatic case… This is another ACD story with quite striking hidden horror. You don’t really think much about the state of the body when you read it, but when you really start thinking about it, it is horrific. And off they go, our heroes, to solve another mystery and right another wrong.

Heroes with a pension plan, of course. Because of course Mariana would have set that up for them all. I love how this show keeps finding modern ways of showing how well Mrs Hudson cares for those two crazy boys.

Heroes who drink tea with marshmallows, too. Sherlock being a big petulant child about those cracked me up.

Loved Maud‘s early reference to tentacles, too. 🦑

Archie being able to sense when people are sad. 🥹

The non-consensual bathroom sharing made me laugh, too, but can people PLEASE just stop making fun of men who sit down to wee? Housewives and cleaning staff all over the world would be so much happier if all men just did.

"It‘s a trolley stuck in a wall." 😂 Trust Jonk to turn absolutely everything into a rant against the rich. 😝

And then they’re off.

Loved this modern version of "Holmes and Watson get on another train for a case", and John waxing poetic about the countryside by night. I have looked out of the window of a night train at the starry sky in the not too distant past myself, so this scene struck a particular chord. But I‘d just love to see more of this reflective, quiet John. He hides him too well usually.

And talking of beautiful, evocative mental images, the moment when Fjara rises out of the sea mist gave me absolute goosebumps. A sight that makes even Sherlock Holmes go "oh my word" must be a sight indeed. And all that with just voices and music. Amazing work.

I also loved how the mythical aspect kinda crept in slowly but unstoppably, and I spent the longest time wondering why Maud had mentioned none of it. In retrospect, of course there was zero reason why she would have. I kinda forgot that Sherlock Holmes stories love playing with our fears of the supernatural, only to supply a completely natural explanation in the end. But that’s quite an achievement in itself! Well played, Joel.

I’m quite happy with the solution as such, too. The original story has always been a little fantastical, that the waters of the British Channel should contain one single organism who could inflict such damage on a human being. But the combination of Lion’s Mane burns, chemical burns, previous fistfight with probably head trauma and quite possibly also a touch of the Martini effect together could totally do it. I’m glad Ian Murdoch survived, btw, I thought he was going to be the third corpse.

I also really appreciated the Lion/Liona throwback to Rache/Rachel in Study in Pink (which seems to confirm to me that we have seen Study in Pink already and it won’t come back).

And the accents! I loooooved the accents. I think they’re a major part of the reason why I listened to this case three or four times before I even managed to pause the flow to take these notes.

Jonk was really taking cringe to a whole new level in his interactions with the locals, though. This is really a part of Watson’s character that they entirely made up for this adaptation and while Paul plays it to perfection, it never sits quite right with me. I’m glad John was his kind and sensitive self with Maud though.

Sherlock wading in rock pools with his trousers rolled up is a mental image that will stay with me for a long while. Check out this lovely art by @noodles-and-tea

"Sexy murderous sea demons?" - "Very, very unlikely." 😂

"We‘re cutting the engine *and* the conversation." & "You are not a priority." 😂

Poor John, nobody wants to hold his hand…

THE JELLYFISH

There’s a reason why the scene with the submarine submersible has inspired a lot of fantastic fanart. I’ll just let these speak for themselves:

Behold the Lion’s Mane by @starfruitsomething

Lion’s Mane by @abstractfrog

The Lion’s Mane Part 3 by @sealbug

The Lion’s Mane by @reibub

Lion’s Mane Comic by @abstractfrog

I’m so glad they went and found Fitzi McPherson in the end, too. I didn’t expect that and it was a lovely touch.

I may also be a tiny bit obsessed with Sherlock competently handling boats. Very happy to see this several times in this story.

All in all, pure enjoyment this time around. Story, atmosphere, humour, acting, straight As all around for the entire team. More, please!

[athing4actors]

Seen|Wally Clark

Summary: After Wally uses his key he’s seen by a human girl who helps him

Wally Clark x Reader

Warnings!: cursing, fem!reader, being called names, panic attack

Y/N was walking down towards the football field helping her friend, Maxine, search for her phone.

Maxine was in the chemistry room with their other friend, Hailey, also searching.

As she made it down the field she witnessed a boy fall across the field, which would be normal if it wasn’t 10pm and if the boy hadn’t came out of no where.

Literally no where. It’s like he came out of a void.

“What the fuck!? Are you ok?” She runs to his aid to which he responds with a frightened look as though she’s not supposed to be here even though she wasn’t.

He begins to breath faster than normal as if there’s not enough oxygen on earth to satisfy him and even though it’s 50° outside sweat beads begin to collect on his forehead. He grips the fake grass with one hand and with the other hand he grasps his chest.

“Hey! It’s ok! I’m here!” Y/N drops to her knees “You don’t know me but I’m here” The curly haired girl holds him “deep breaths” She whispers in his ear and models the deep breaths

She does this until he calms down.

“Are you dead?” The boy asks with fear in his eyes “No, I’m pretty alive” The girl giggles “Then how are you able to see me?” He sit up completely

The girl begins to show signs of concern “Are you high?”

“No, I’m Wally Clark” Wally stands up “I mean no I’m not high and my name is Wally…Clark” He sighs “I’m Y/N— wait, Wally Clark as in the dead football player?! What the actual fuck!” y/N stumbles back “No, come back” Wally reaches for her

“No!” She screams “Y/N? Who are you talking to?” Hailey asks as she and Maxine make their way to the field “What?” The now shaken girl spoke

“You don’t see him?” Y/N motions her hand towards Wally

Maxine raises a brow “You’re crazy there’s no one there” she sighs “Anyways we found Maxine’s phone” Hailey says before she and Maxine both walk off

“Hurry if you want a ride him, wacko” Maxine sighs

“That wasn’t cool of them” Wally speaks causing y/n to jump back in fear “You ok?”

“Nevermind me…how are you?” Y/N sighs and dusts off her clothes “I’m perfect thanks to you” Wally smiles “Great! Um I’m gonna go now” The shaken girl runs to her friend’s car

Next Day

Y/N is at her locker when Wally shows up again

“Hey!” He smiles “I just wanted to thank you again”

Y/N jumps

“Don’t mention it! And stop doing that” She refuses to look at Wally even though it’s a mostly empty hallway “Well this is just tubular that you can see me!” He beamed

“Tubular? What the hell” Y/N mutters “So you’re really the dead boy from the 80s”

“Yeah, I told you a thousand times before” He rolls his eyes “what’s that?” He reaches for the tiny speaker in the locker

“A speaker” A chocolate skinned Y/N informs “but I’m sure you’ve only ever had an MP3 player”

“Nah, Walkmans are more my style. MP3 players are probably more of Charlie’s time” He sets the speaker down “Charlie? There’s more of you?!” Y/N raises a brow

Just as Wally was about to provide a response Maxine and Hailey show up not knowing Y/N was there.

“You see how she’s been talking to air lately?” Hailey mutters “she’s a fucking psycho” Maxine crosses her arms “I know it’s so weird, nutjob” Hailey snickers as they laugh at Y/N’s expense

“They seem great” Wally sarcastically states “Whatever” Y/N slowly closes her locker “How about I be your friend? I’d treat you so much better” Wally smirks to which the girl responds with a smile

Part 2???

[mystictalesofasadmoon]

The Righteous: Chapter Two

Hi people! Sorry it took me so long to write chapter 2. I’ve probably rewritten this 4 times now, I just really want it to be perfect. I’ve also realised that there’s going to be a lot of chapters, like 50+ based off of my outline of the plot, so I’m trying to write longer chapters and combine some stuff so that this doesn’t go into the triple digits. I’ll just mention now, there are some things that I changed for the sake of this story, lore that doesn’t quite match the show. I won’t say what it is now but I’ll have some notes at the end of the chapter clarifying a few things. It’s nothing crazy, you’ll see what I mean later. 

I hope you guys enjoy this <3

Warnings: Just blood and injuries. Nothing crazy.

Word count: 5.3k (jfc it felt like writing 50k)

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Getting the mysterious woman into the Impala was no easy task. The walk back to the car went surprisingly well, considering her injuries, but the moment Sam opened the back door, she froze. Just stared. Like it was something alien, like she’d never seen a car in her life, let alone been inside one. Especially not one like Baby. It took coaxing. Gentle words, trial and error. Eventually, they managed to get her inside, sort of. She sat awkwardly, leaning against the opposite door, legs half-tucked beneath her, hands gripping the leather seats like they might vanish from under her.

“See? Not so bad in there, right?” Dean offered, forgetting for a moment that she doesn’t understand a word. So instead, he gives her a soft smile and a cheeky thumbs-up. She tilts her head. The same way she did earlier, looking at his thumbs inquisitively, as if they hold the answers to all of her wordless questions. 

“It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you some place safe.” Sam attempts to reassure her, flashing his puppy dog eyes, ever the master of using that look to get what he wants. And it seems to work. She shifts a bit, presumably to get more comfortable. Dean smiles in encouragement, but Sam doesn't. He wants to believe it’s just his own nerves, his tendency to overthink projecting on to her, but the unease clings stubbornly. He hates himself for even thinking it, but a part of him wonders if this girl is more than just a victim. Everything about her, her injuries, her silence, the raw fear in her eyes, the blood. It all screams trauma. It all screams that she’s been through hell and survived, miraculously. But maybe that’s the part that's making him so suspicious of her. She’s in too bad of shape to be this okay. The wounds and bruising that litter her visible skin, let alone what they can’t see under the tatters of her dress should have her curled up on the ground, unconscious. Not running hells half acre like a track star, bare foot. Those same feet which happen to be just as bloody as her dress. It could be adrenaline, he justifies in his mind. Maybe a very high pain tolerance? But Sam’s seen too much to take anything at face value. You don’t last as a hunter by trusting strangers in the middle of the night. 

And Dean? Dean usually trusts even less than Sam does. The fact that his brother isn't raising a single red flag? That’s what is really bothering him. Dean’s suspicious of everything, except maybe pie and beer. So if he’s not questioning this, even just a little bit, Sam definitely is. Still, now’s not the time to dig into the doubts. Right now, they need to get her off the road and somewhere safe.

Then Sam closes the door, turning his back and leaning against Baby, ready to have a serious talk with Dean about what the next steps should be in regards to the woman. It shuts with a heavy thunk, final and loud in her mind. The sound echoes in her skull like a gunshot. She flinches violently, body going rigid as if she'd been struck. Her breath catches sharp in her throat, eyes wide and wild, scanning the closed door like it might vanish or turn into a wall. Her fingers grip the scratchy blanket tighter, white-knuckled and trembling, heart hammering in her chest like a caged animal.

The Impala, a mystery to her only minutes ago, now feels like a trap. Too enclosed, too unfamiliar, too much like a prison for a wild-eyed girl. The warm leather, the low rumble of the idling engine, the lingering scent of old whiskey and motor oil. All of it pressed down on her at once. Overwhelming. She moves swiftly, palms pressed against the glass, uncertain, breaths coming faster now as the panic sets in.

Before either brother can even begin to talk, they notice her fear, the way her hands push against the window, the tremble of her lips, like she's been trapped. Dean rushes forward, quickly opening up the door before she fully panics and grabs ahold of her shoulder as she slips forward, almost tumbling out.

“Hey, hey. It's okay. Everything's okay. We're not trapping you.” He attempts reassurance, but she just looks at him as if she's been betrayed, like she's ready to bolt again. Thankfully, Dean's tired mind comes up with a solution. He gives her a placating look, hands raised to soothe. He inches her backwards back onto the seat, then reaches for the window crank and lowers it half way, not enough where she could climb out, but enough for her not to feel so trapped. The woman watches in intrigue, craning her neck to watch. Then Dean closes the door again, but much softer than Sam had initially. She still flinches but not nearly as hard. Then to show her that she isn’t trapped, he moves his arm in and out of the cabin through the open window, then leans forward, tilting his head inside. She cocks her head back like she just witnessed a magic trick.

“See? Not a trap.” He tells her with his signature cheeky grin. “Just gotta talk to Sammy real quick, try not to panic.” He pats the hood, backing away after a moment, turning towards his brother. Sam leans against the passenger side, arms folded, casting occasional glances through the window at the woman. Dean takes a breath, his hand running through his hair.

“We should get her to a hospital, Dean. She’s pretty banged up.” Sam winces, taking another sideways glance at the broken girl who is currently poking her fingers in and out of the car. His doubts of her still linger, but sympathy overtakes for the moment. “God, I mean look at her. She could be concussed... That would explain the confusion, maybe why she’s non-verbal. She needs stitches, definitely antibiotics. Probably a CT-” Dean cuts him off.

“Oh sure, yeah. Great plan. Two grown men roll into an ER at 3 a.m. with a mute, half-dead woman who looks like she just crawled out of hell. No ID. No explanation as to what happened to her. Scared out of her damn mind.”

“She needs serious medical help, man. She could have internal bleeding. We don’t have the kind of equipement to check for that stuff in the infirmary.” Sam explains, already thinking ahead.

“I know. But if we walk in there with The Grudge, ginger edition, they’ll call the cops before we get through the door. We gotta be logical about this, Sammy. We can't risk getting arrested again. We're legally dead!”

“They might not…” Sam mumbles, his voice a lot more unsure.

“Dude. If we show up with a mute, clearly traumatized woman, beaten to hell, bloody, no clue what the fuck happened to her, no clue what other injuries she has under her dress, they’re going to assume the worst. We’d look like sex traffickers! Now, I don’t know about you but I’d rather not get cavity searched tonight.” Dean exclaims, being a tad theatrical.

“Yes. Okay, I get it. But what’s the alternative? Just… take her home? This isn’t like picking up a stray cat, she’s a person. We don't even know who she is.” Sam pauses, scratching his head as he wracks his brain for another solution. “We could get her a motel room.” He suggests.

“We can't just dump her at a motel. Then she'd have no medical attention and she's alone and vulnerable.” Dean responds flatly.

“True… But how about a women's shelter? Or… I don't know, drop her off at a firestation?”

“She's not a newborn. And then we're still in the same boat. They’d have cameras, they'll have Baby's plates in minutes and then we're on the wanted list again. We're talking felonies, Sam. Henderson did us a big favor back in the day, and that took a literal demon army to convince him that we weren't homicidal maniacs. And may I remind you, he's dead. He can't cover our asses again. We ain't gonna get another chance if the cops find us.” Dean raises his voice, his frustration evident. “Why are you so against bringing her home? You're supposed to be the sympathetic humanitarian hippy. But now you just want to dump an injured girl?”

“No! That's not what I'm saying, Dean.” Sam snaps back. “Why are you so cool with bringing her home? We don't know who she is, where she came from or if she's even human! She could be a siren or a vamp or… or a demon! She’s too injured to be this okay.”

“Look at her, she is far from okay! You’re being paranoid.” Dean shouts in a hushed tone.

“For good reason! You just want to bring her home cause she’s hot and you might get laid.” Sam shoots back, his own voice raising.

“Fuck you! I would never do that. I’m not a douchebag!” Dean crosses his arms.

“Oh really? Portland ring a bell? Or Atlanta? Or Omaha?” Sam starts listing the last few cases with the last several ‘damsels in distress’ that needed ‘special attention’ from Dean after they were saved.

“...Different circumstances, Sammy.”

“Oh yeah. I’m sure.” Sam rolls his eyes.

“Look, I get it, okay? I do. But what other options do we have? It’s not perfect, but it’s good enough for now. We have some medical equipment, we can deal with the brunt of her injuries. Test her with holy water, silver, the usual stuff. And when it turns out that she's just a normal chick? We take care of her. Figure out how to help her, get her back to her home, wherever the hell that is." Dean mutters the last part. "This is the only option that doesn’t end with us in a holding cell with you trying to explain our fake IDs and trunk full of weapons while I’m getting cavity searched.”

“Why do you keep bringing up getting cavity searched?” Sam asks in exasperation, scrunching his nose.

“Why are you not worried about getting cavity searched?” Dean shoots back, as if that answers the question. Sam sighs hard, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“She needs more help than we can give her...”

“I don’t disagree. But until she can tell us who she is, or what happened to her, we’re all she’s got. And we’re a hell of a lot better than some of the schmucks out there who could have nabbed her. We patch her up tonight and we’ll figure it out tomorrow.” Dean finishes, finality in his tone, the situation no longer up for debate.

There’s a beat. The tension cools, just a little. Sam looks back at the woman. She’s huddled in the back seat, no longer interested by the open window, eyes flicking from shadow to shadow like they might bite. She looks small, hurting and tired. Sam softens a bit.

“Alright. I still don't like it but fine, we can bring her home. But we test her and make sure that she’s human.”

“Works for me.” Dean grumbles, still with a little attitude in his tone. Sam ignores it for now.

“You think she’s gonna be okay riding all the way to the bunker like that?” Sam motions to her awkward, half-sitting position in the back seat. Her knees bend at an uncomfortable angle, her hands grip the leather of the seat. She looks ever so slightly more relaxed, but one wrong move could send her running for the hills again.

“She made it this far. She’ll make it the rest of the way. And besides, the child safety lock is on. She can't open the door, so she can't bolt.” Dean opens the driver’s side door.

“Doesn’t mean she won't maul us. She tried to bite me...” Sam grumbles under his breath, sliding in on the passengers side. Dean just rolls his eyes, getting in the driver's seat. 

By the time they reached the bunker, the night had sunk into a reasonably comfortable quiet. It’s heavy, and still, but comfortable. She hadn’t made a sound the entire ride, to the point where Sam kept peaking over his shoulder to make sure she was still breathing. Dean would glance at her in the rearview mirror every thirty seconds or so, making sure that she was still in the same spot behind him. He may have rolled his eyes at Sam's mauling comment, but he still had to be sure that she wasn't a threat. She sat pressed against the door, legs pulled up, dress still drenched with blood and rainwater, eyes vacant and tired. She would flinch ever so slightly at the lights from passing cars, but otherwise was calm and still in her uncomfortable looking position. She just stared out the window like the world outside was unfamiliar. Like she had never experienced moonlight and shadows.

When they pulled into the hidden entrance of the bunker's garage she didn’t really react, much to the brothers' relief. They were expecting another panic episode, but she remained stiff and silent. Dean pulls into his usual spot near the entrance to the stairwell, putting the Impala in park, the purr of the engine coming to a halt. Sam moves first, already hopping out of the passenger's side and rushing inside the bunker by the time Dean turns the car off, who gives him a sideways glance of concern as Sam hurries out. Dean understands his brother's reservation about this situation, but usually his conscience outweighs the doubts. This time is different.

Sam returns before Dean’s even stretched his legs or made a move to help the woman out of the backseat. But where his arms were empty before, Sam returns with a multitude of things. A flask, the one they keep filled with holy water, a silver dagger, a gold coin, a hunk of bronze metal, a salt shaker and some borax. 

“Seriously?” Dean asks, his voice gruff.

“Yes, seriously. You agreed to test her. So let’s test her before we bring her inside of one of the biggest collections of occult knowledge known to man.”

“Fine.”

Dean rounds the side of the Impala, gently opening the door so he doesn’t startle her. It works to a degree, though she still recoils a little at the sudden movement.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Dean starts, his voice gentle and soothing for a change. “We’re gonna get you inside and taken care of real soon. But first we gotta check a few things, okay? Nothing scary.” He explains, though she just stares at him, her already big brown eyes growing a size. He knows that she probably doesn’t understand him, but he hopes that a calm and soothing voice will ease the tension in her blemished shoulders. 

Sam takes a few steps towards her. She eyes the supplies with caution and suspicion. The silver dagger in particular. There’s the faintest look of recognition that doesn’t go unnoticed by Sam, but he doesn’t say anything for now, just slides into the backseat beside her. She curls into herself, the fear radiating off of her.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you. Just want to make sure you’re not a threat.” He explains.

Sam sets the mix of testing supplies down between them. She eyes it all cautiously, Sam included. First he grabs the salt shaker, raising it slowly in example.

“Okay, this is salt. It’s not going to hurt you, not unless it’s supposed to.” He raised the shaker, sprinkling some of it into the palm of his hand, making sure to go slow so that she doesn’t spook. He motions for her to hold out her palm which she does very reluctantly. He sprinkles some salt into her hand and she doesn’t flinch. Good, Sam thinks to himself. Then he opens his mouth and tosses the salt down his throat. She mirrors the action, panic rising on her face as the grains of salt hit her tongue. She makes a disgusted face, tongue sticking out, looking past Sam towards Dean who can’t help but chuckle a little at her distress.

“Not a salt kind of girl, huh?” He jokes, reaching for the flask of holy water. He unscrews the cap and takes a swig, showing her what to do, which she does with a lot more reluctance this time, still visually betrayed by the salt on her tongue. Once she takes a sip of the water and realises that it helps with the flavour, she takes another. The Winchesters both relax a bit. 

“Christo.” Sam says, using their oldest and simplest trick to make sure that she isn’t a demon, watching her to see if she squirms. The woman doesn’t.

“Now that’s something I haven’t heard in a long time.” Dean remarks with a huff.

“Figured it couldn’t hurt.”

Sam quickly moves on to the silver, gold and bronze, carefully resting each item against her skin between her various wounds. No reaction aside from a flinch at the dagger, but that’s likely because it’s a dagger. Then the borax, which does absolutely nothing. Soon, Sam runs out of things to test her with and he relaxes a little more, sliding out of the car and met by the mildly annoyed and self-satisfied look on his brother's face.

“See? Human. Now let’s get her inside before she bleeds out.” The words come out of Dean a little too smug for Sam's taste, but he lets it go.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Dean leans down into the backseat of Baby, a sympathetic grimace on his face as he takes her in again. He reaches both hands forward, gesturing to her to slide towards him. She doesn't move, staying pressed against the opposite door in the backseat. He gives her a look before rounding around to the other side, opening that door as well once she scoots away nervously. He holds a single hand out, showing way more patience than usual.

“Come on, Red. I don’t bite.” He gives her another cheeky grin, ever the charmer. She bites her lip for a long moment, her eyes flicking back and forth from his outstretched hand and his eyes. But finally with extreme hesitation and reluctance, her fingers find his.

“There we go. See? I’m not so bad. It’s Sammy you gotta worry about.” Dean jokes, helping her stand. Sam just crosses his arms with a vexed huff.

The moment both of her feet touch the ground, she sways. She’s unsteady, weaker than she was a half hour ago out on the highway.

“Whoa, okay. I gotcha.”

Dean reaches out instinctively, steadying her by the elbow. He expects her to jerk away, maybe even try to take a defensive bite like she nearly did with Sam in the brush. But to his surprise, she doesn’t. Instead, her fingers reach out and latch onto his forearm for balance. Both brothers glance at each other, eyebrows raised, but they don’t say anything about it. This is the most trust she’s shown either of them tonight.

She manages a few tentative steps, Dean still at her side, ready to catch her if she falters. She looks completely exhausted, like whatever strength she had left is running on fumes. With every step, she stiffens more, her steps overly careful. The skin is raw and red, surely torn up from running barefoot across rough asphalt. Then she whimpers on a particularly hard step as she stumbles slightly, it's quiet, but unmistakably a signal of her pain. Dean feels her whimper as if it’s his own pain.

“That’s it,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. He doesn’t ask for permission, just scoops her up into his arms, bridal style, before she can argue, not that she would anyways. He’s starting to wonder if she even can talk, whether it’s English or Mandarin or French or something else entirely. She gasps at the sudden movement, startled, and immediately starts to squirm out of his arms like a spooked kitten. He tightens his grip to keep her from falling and injuring herself further, but keeps his movements gentle. 

“Easy, sweetheart. Just getting you off your feet.”

After a beat of panic, she stills. Maybe the lack of pressure on her feet seems to be enough reason to allow him to carry her. Or maybe she’s just too exhausted to fight anymore. Either way, she sinks into his arms just a little, still tense, but no longer resisting. Dean feels a little pride in his chest that he’s managed to gain at least a little trust from her.

The three of them make their way into the stairwell from the garage and down towards the main entrance. The moment Sam pushes open the bunker’s heavy front door and they step inside, she stiffens again. Her body goes rigid against Dean’s chest, her breath catching. He feels a strong shiver take over her damp body, and it makes him pause on the balcony overlooking the map table. He glances down at her.

“You cold?” he asks softly, trying not to startle her.

She looks around for a moment, eyes darting from the massive pillars to the floor below. Then she tilts her head upwards, her gaze locking on to the ceiling. Her lips part slightly, she stares at a light fixture above them like it's a miracle, like she's never seen a source of light aside from the sun in her life. Her eyes are wide and mesmerized. She reached toward it once, slow, shaky and unsure, like a child reaching for the stars. Dean and Sam both follow her gaze, then exchange a glance.

“Does she… not know what a lightbulb is?” Sam murmurs, his earlier suspicions creeping back in.

“Maybe she really was raised by wolves,” Dean mutters, eyes flicking back down to the girl in his arms. He studies her more carefully now. “She’s pretty banged up. You think maybe there’s a head injury? Brain damage? Amnesia kind of thing?”

“Exactly why I wanted to take her to a hospital,” Sam replies, his voice edged with frustration.

“And we already covered why that’s a terrible idea,” Dean fires back without missing a beat.

“We could ask Cas to take her,” Sam offers. “He’s not wanted. He could get her checked out without the whole felony situation.”

“If you can get him on the phone, be my guest.” Dean adjusts his hold on her slightly as they start down the stairs. “I’ve been calling him since Wednesday. Radio silence. He probably broke his damn phone again.”

They descend the stairs, Sam muttering something under his breath but Dean just ignores him for now, opting to pay closer attention to the broken girl in his arms. She watches everything around him with a tired look of awe. The bunker isn’t exactly the most normal kind of place to call home, but even something as simple as flicking the light switch has her craning her neck in fascination. Dean carries her to the infirmary room, Sam in tow. He gets her placed down gently on one of the hospital style beds. She doesn’t respond much as the brothers begin gathering medical supplies, just watches as they open cabinets and drawers, collecting the materials that they need. Eventually, Dean pulls a stool over, the dragging grind against the concrete floor making her cringe a little, but she doesn’t run. Progress.

Dean takes a seat on the stool in front of her while Sam sterilizes supplies. At least a few of her wounds need stitches which feels like an impossible task with someone so skittish she literally tried to bite him earlier. Yeah, he’s still a little salty about that. They do have a bit of morphine in the med-kit if absolutely necessary, Dean snagged it from a cart the last time he was in an actual hospital, but it's not ideal. 

Meanwhile Dean speaks soft words of encouragement, being uncharacteristically gentle so he doesn’t scare her. He leans forward and gently touches her wrist, preparing to examine the gash on her forearm. She flinches hard, eyes snapping to him, knees rising up to her chest, body curling in on itself like she's bracing for pain or punishment. Dean freezes in an instant, holding his hands up.

“Whoa, hey. No one’s gonna hurt you. You’re safe. I promise.”

Sam turns at the noise, his heart sinking a bit as he takes in her reaction to a simple touch. It’s obvious that something bad happened to her. She’s littered in wounds and blood. But her fearful response makes his chest feel tighter. Worry creeping in that maybe this is way worse than they thought. She stares at Dean, still trembling, like she wanted to understand, like some part of her knows what he’s saying and that he isn’t lying. But still, she holds herself like she may shatter if she doesn’t. Dean sighs, half frustrated, half emotionally crushed by her fear, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, how about a bath instead, hm? Get you all cleaned up and then we can try this again.” He offers, growing too tired for patience right now.

She doesn't resist when Dean leads her to the bathroom. He allows her to walk this time since it’s right across the hall, but stays right next to her the whole time, ready to catch her if she falls. She doesn't speak, doesn’t make eye contact, but she follows, slow and barefoot, the hem of her ruined dress dragging across the floor, leaving faint trails of dried mud and blood behind her. Sam offered to handle it, seeing how tired Dean was getting, but her shoulders curled inwards as Sam approached, still afraid of him. It was only when Dean reached out, slow, steady and soft voiced, that she moved. Clung to the sound of him like it was something she knows, something she trusts, even if she doesn’t understand why. So Sam just hands Dean a bottle of peroxide, telling him to put it in the water to at least start dealing with any infection before it sets in.

Dean fills the old clawfoot tub with warm water, dimmed the overhead lights and takes a few steps back, hoping that she at least understands how baths work. 

She doesn't.

She stands motionless by the door, watching him with that same wide-eyed, hollow curiosity. Head tilted. Like she’s waiting for instructions. Or permission.

His head drops dramatically before he nods to himself, clearing his throat awkwardly and gesturing to the tub. “Alright, uh… this part’s pretty straightforward. You, uh… bathe. You get in, you clean off, you relax. Simple.”

She doesn’t move.

Dean blinks. “Right, okay. Clothes.”

He steps closer, cautious. “Okay, I’m gonna help you, alright? Just so you don’t fall. I won’t look. Promise.”

Dean shifts on his feet, tired and fraying at the edges, but still gentle as ever. He averts his gaze, jaw tightening as he helps her undo the ruined remnants of her tattered gown, trying not to look. She doesn’t resist. Doesn’t show an ounce of embarrassment either, just stands there, naked and unashamed, like modesty is a foreign concept. Dean, on the other hand, blushes like a damn teenager, eyes darting everywhere but at her body.

“This is totally fine.” he mutters, guiding her carefully toward the tub. She steps in without much hesitation and sinks down slowly, settling into the warm water with a faint, relieved sigh. Dean hands her a bar of soap, one that thankfully doesn’t have any of Sam’s long ass hairs stuck to it. “Here. Knock yourself out.”

She takes it after a breath, turning it over in her hands, utterly baffled by it, like it might explode. Dean watches her for a second, waiting. Nothing. She just stares at it. Then brings it toward her face. Sniff.

“I take it you’ve never used soap before?” he asks, almost amused, but there’s a softness in his voice. She looks down at the soap again, then back up at him, uncertain. He huffs, running a hand down his face. “Alright, alright. Guess we’re doin’ this the hard way.”

He rolls his sleeves up and kneels beside the tub. Slowly, so she doesn’t spook, he dips a washcloth in the warm water and begins cleaning the dried blood and grime from her arms and legs. Then the soap. She doesn’t flinch, just watches him with that same dazed, innocent curiosity. When he gets to her chest, he hesitates, cheeks burning in a way nobody would think Dean Winchester's cheeks could, but does his best to be respectful. Eyes up, hands steady, motions careful.

“You making this weird or am I?” he mutters to himself. It’s definitely him.

Then he grabs a plastic cup from the sink and starts the faucet, collecting some fresh water to gently pour over her head. She lets out a soft, vibrating sound, something between a sigh and a purr. Dean pauses mid pour, blinking incredulously.

“Did you just... purr?” he asks, an amused smile tugging at his mouth. She doesn’t answer, obviously, just leans into the next pour of water like a cat basking in the sun. He chuckles, charmed by the strange reaction. Then comes the shampoo. Dean can’t help but use the expensive fancy stuff that smells like beachwood or some bullshit that Sam buys for his luscious locks. The one that says ‘Not for Dean’ in big bold sharpie on the side of the bottle. Dean smirks, feeling like a total rebel because technically that doesn’t mean that he isn’t allowed to use it on her. Loophole. He places a small dollop at the crown of her red hair and starts massaging it in. His heart melting a little when she leans into his touch, ever the secret softie.

When he’s rinsed the last of the shampoo from her hair, he taps her shoulder lightly, getting her attention. “Alright, need you to lean forward a bit. Just wanna check your back. Make sure I didn’t miss anything, okay?” He places his hand on her shoulder, gently guiding her forward. She seems to understand, obeying without hesitation and shifting forward in the water. And then Dean sees it.

He stops breathing.

Two deep, symmetrical gashes run down the length of her back, starting near her shoulder blades and down towards her waist. Not bleeding anymore, but raw. Ragged. The kind of wounds that weren’t made by accident. They look torn, pink edges puckered around wounds that were never meant to heal clean, if at all. Like some part of her had been violently ripped away. Butchered. 

Wings.

Angel wings.

“What the fuck…” Dean whispers.

These aren’t the charcoal remnants he’s seen from fallen angels whose wings burn up in punishment as they hit the atmosphere, not that he’s seen many, but enough to know. No charred bones, no smouldering feathers. These were severed. Deliberately, brutally. Dean knows enough about angels to know that very few things could do this, he’s tried to punched Cas enough times to know that their skin is made of diamond. Nearly impenetrable. Something that was capable of doing this? It’s ancient, powerful. This isn’t humanity, this wasn’t an animal attack. Neither could do something like this. Not a demon, not a witch on her best day. Maybe a god or goddess, but they tend to stay away from the angels. No. The only other thing that could have done this?

An angel blade. Or maybe an angel sword.

His stomach turns. His chest aches.

“Sammy!” he calls, sharp and panicked.

A beat of silence passes. Then the door bursts open, Sam already halfway through a question and ready to fight. Dean doesn’t look away from her. 

“We’ve got a problem.”

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Omg that was long! At least compared to things I've written in the past. I’m usually a 2k chapter kind of girl, not 5. But anyways, I did my best to try to keep the dialogue as realistic to the show as I could. 

As for the lore. So yeah, she’s an angel. The main thing that I’ve changed about the lore is that not all angels take on human vessels. I really didn’t want to get into the angels true forms, it just sounds annoying and complicated. Besides, we never even really saw the angels true forms on the show aside from that one scene with Michael and Anael, and it was kinda mid anyways. And honestly? I think Cas was bluffing about his true form being the size of the Chrysler building. He just wanted to brag, lol. So for the sake of not dealing with that, I’m making it so that only the archangels take on vessels, the rest of the angels appear mostly human. That way that doesn’t change anything to do with season 5, though this is set roughly around season 8 - 9. It’s an AU I guess, not fully cannon compliant. Idk, it’s a plot that’s been brewing in my mind for forever and I finally have the time and some courage to write it (Yay unemployable diploma! ) The other thing that's different is the wings. My version of the lore is that the angels have the ability to basically make their wings disappear. Kind of like tucking them into another dimension. They can pull them out at any moment if they so choose, but otherwise they stay hidden. That won’t really be too much of a factor in this, but I figured that it was worth mentioning. 

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed chapter two. I’ll probably have chapter three out in the next few days. I have my rough draft written already so I just need to start putting things together cohesively. Thank you all so much for reading this! It means the world to me, you have no idea <3

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i can 100% see Nezha and mk's relationship (regardless if it's platonic or romantic) being equally beneficial and detrimental. like there so much they could help each other with but also subconsciously cause serious problematic habits/ thought processes/ coping mechanisums for each other and themselves the biggest thing my brain latched onto was how MK could become Nezha's first truly safe space.

Nezha going what i know and understand about his lore and what we can glean from the little we know in the show's canon, definitely has it rough in the celestial realm. he had a very troubled childhood and is clearly haunted by his past and is being defined by it despite his efforts to grow and prove that he's better now. he can command respect for his strength and power but people still question him as a person, always waiting for him to slip up. what relationships he does have he probably doesn't feel fully safe expressing his real self and thoughts because it poses potential risks. then mk comes into the picture. Nezha's given him a safe place to talk openly and he'd want to offer the same to the prince. even if he can't help directly he knows just having someone to vent to can help. its small stuff at first, little complaints here and there about work and the celestial realm, but slowly nezha starts to open up about more personal stuff. stuff with his family, with other celestials, and about his past. and to his amazement and relief is met with only empathy and understanding from mk, even after learning about the darker stuff MK never judges him. Nezha doesn't have to mask anything about himself around mk, infact he's being encouraged to relax and just be his natural self around him. he's truly safe when its just him and mk, that feeling has to be euphoric for the poor guy used to being on guard constantly even around the people he loves.

but of course, could easily lead to a mutually unhealthy co-dependency. nezha's already been isolated to some degree having never had much of a positive support structure, and mk's slowly isolating himself away from his established support structure. resulting in an echo chamber of two very well-meaning but very mentally ill people.

(i'm so sorry this turned into a short essay I've been waiting three hours to get of shift so i can spill my brains out about this. i have more but I'm going to end it here in fear that i'm being a bit much about these two)

Noo don’t worry about this being long, I absolutely love it!!

You’re so right, Nezha and MK are at the same time a good counterbalance for each other while also being accidentally self-destructive. MK is a chaotic lil gremlin who follows his emotions and worries about consequences later and Nezha (in LMK at least) seems to be trying very hard to come at things logically and approach from a more grounded, duty-based perspective. They both could use a splash of the other’s energy in that manner, so in that way it’s for sure a good thing that they’re getting closer.

Problem is, like you said, these boys are sooooo mentally ill 😂 The feeling that they need to constantly be proving themselves, giving a little more away every time, pushing their own boundaries and suffering in silence because it’s what someone else needs- these are things they might accidentally end up encouraging in each other…. Actually, probably not even accidentally. They see the other working crazy hard and being run ragged physically and probably emotionally too, and they’re like “I am SO proud of you for sacrificing so much!” ..and both of them have never felt so seen as when the other says that to them. It’s validating their worst impulses to just keep going and giving because their own feelings about it are less important than everyone else’s.

Also, the fact that they feel like they can expect to get that praise when they admit to being stressed might even make them be more open about it. Only with each other, though… if they were to mention feeling overworked or burdened to their families, they know already that they would not get the response they were looking for.. but again, even if it means they’re being more open, it’s still not a super good thing that it’s reinforcing destructive behavior. :U

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Processing through Fourth Wing's Ending thoughts with me Part 4 with SPOILERS!!! (& other 3 post summaries + some Iron Flame theories)

So:

I think Xaden is gonna have a long journey in winning Violet back (as he should, she deserves to be fought for & respected in boundaries). Though it’s also a little hard to watch knowing where this all comes from & it’s a little mixed up/misdirected.

Speaking of misdirection Dain Aetos has some explaining to do, unless I read that wrong; if he intentionally sent Violet & Liam off to their deaths thanks to his betrayal… nope. No.

I am utterly destroyed over Liam & dreading the aftershocks of it… meeting his sister is going to make me cry & I will protect that baby with my life.

Brennan also has some explaining to do, backstory to give, etc.

So mostly I’m ruined and this book is gonna ruin me even more and then it’ll be time to cry with Onyx Storm… so… yeahhh

I am dying to know what the deal is with Lilith Sorrengail… she can’t truly have meant to get her children killed can she? Is she a part of the rebellion somehow? And what was the deal with Violet’s dad? Plus a lesser but still prominent question: what does Mira know? I get the feeling it’s not much… but I am curious all things considered how many more secrets that family holds.

Violet included in the latter as I wonder if the poison affected her memory, powers, etc. it seemed to be a different situation (to the level I was worried she’d turn Venin or something). Have her powers changed with Andarna growing? — WHY DID ANDARNA GROW? How long was she asleep for? What does that make the powers now? … also morbid question I don’t want the answer to but have a fear of learning: if Tairn dies could Andarna keep Violet alive?.. I just have a bad feeling about one of her dragons all things considered. — I’m just scared of who’s going to die next book since clearly they are not afraid to kill the ones I love.

Not important, probably fine, but how’s Rhi? I miss my bestie girl… where is she? What’s up babe? Will I get my crew back? Please tell me she and Riddoc did no betraying.😅😅

And of course between characters and secrets and the final chapter being Xaden’s perspective: what are the many stories he has yet to tell? What’s the deal with his mom? What’s all those one line mentions of things to catch Violet up on?.. please tell me we resume in time so it’s not 5 chapter of brief references & 0 explanations?

I have a bad feeling the robed Venin are someone we know or a bigger deal… also probably Dain’s dad being evil… and some big horrible betrayal upcoming and hurting my babies so not looking forward to that.

Mostly it’ll be fun to see what another year looks like… especially when Xaden graduates… and is tethered to Violet who is going to probably hate him & fill the book with angst… so I’m gonna have to strap in for a bump ride I suppose. We shall see! And no spoilers please these questions are rhetorical/hypothetical😂 though if anything happens to Liam’s little sister give me a heads up please🙃

Finally, in review of the first book:

I love Violet. Her heart is her first power, I love the brave fierce way she loves, and has a true compass for goodness… the way she didn’t blink at rebellion if it was right; she processed that extraordinarily fast & it says a lot as to her as a character. I love her wit, which is honestly awe striking and a superpower in itself and we just LOVE a smart heroine. She is also an awesome representation for the EDS/Chronic Illness community and FMC’s in general, which I greatly appreciated (especially for how relatable she managed to be not only for the disability community, but young identifying women who get called “crazy” or “not believed”, kids who are bullied (though this book is not for kids😅😂) and just generally speaking esp. for being fantasy fiction… she’s funny, she’s a mood, and her POV was great).

On the note of representation: I also loved the way they did adaptations (such as the saddle for example: because she did the work, and it’s just not accessible, so why not make it functional? The debate she has of using it or not resembles conversations I’ve had with many people when it comes to mobility aids, they worry about people seeing, about people thinking them less capable, about the mentality of “power through it” when really it makes more sense just to use the help you have when you need it… it’s not an act of weakness or lesser). The way Rhi even tries to compliment it, to encourage her, and the agency it still gives Tairn & even Andarna, who’s a friggin time-stopping dragon (she’s certainly not weak even if she is not as “strong”—not the word I’m looking for as the other dragons, she’s still a dragon) and she too uses the help!

And the dynamics they have within chronic illness relationships… from the over-protective: I CAN DO IT ON MY OWN many people end up with in siblings & previous caregivers. To the truth that there are some things you cannot do on your own and that’s okay even if your never okay with it. To the way Xaden not once thinks less of Violet for it or gives her special treatment; he is fair to each of them (well as fair as Xaden can be amid murder school). Or the way Dain’s comfort quickly turns into a stinging degradation even if it’s well-meaning & frankly valid (she may very well get herself killed there, he’s not wrong; but he also could, and she could die just as easily getting sent back) it’s her choice, and she does a damn good job honestly. And they try to give agency to Violet in that where they can and I appreciated that.

I love Tairn a lot, especially in character dynamics like his humor & protective affection for Violet in reminding her she is worthy & also please don’t die. He loves a lot, especially for such a “scary, tough” dragon. There’s a strength to that sort of love. And of course Andarna who is a fierce, brave, loving, joyous, other half to Violet’s soul… how could you not love her?

Xaden managed to avoid some very frequent and infuriating YA love interest tropes that I appreciated and while I won’t claim him to be “perfect” (because I know all YA novels have a problem if we’re gonna make it real world) but for the sake of character I actually found him to be not only attractive, intriguing, and entertaining as the classic “rebellious, bad boy, enemies to lovers, angsty brooding burdened softy” but also empowering, fiercely loving, protective but not stifling, and some strong standing points that are needed such as consent, or the why as to how he cares for people. He’s got good reasoning. He’s not needlessly cruel. He also has a cause he is a rebel with a cause, and not some nonsensical brooding, no he has reason. Generally I found him interesting & entertaining without being infuriating. And while he has his issues he’s a very young guy kinda issues? Idk the right way to put it. But I do think him and Violet with trust, and no “forced bodyguard” situations have the potential to be a really awesome couple. I mean he’s pretty much a shadow boi… like it’s fairly simple😂 and she’s the sunny & stormy trope. So, of course I’m an absolute idiot for him and find them sweet.

Also thanks for making the best friend bi! And if I’m correct some non-binary characters too! This book did a good job at trying to give some more representation. And managed to go beyond the basics of YA novels.

Overall it made me laugh it made me cry, I’m not calling it the perfect book but minus killing off one of my favorite characters it was a lot of fun and I look forward to the next one and think this will definitely be a favorite series of all time. And while I’ll process for fuller reviews (not that this isn’t already obnoxiously long). I really enjoyed this one a LOT!

So, off to Iron Flame with our theories, feels, and thoughts we go! Wish me luck! And we’re almost to Onyx Storm so yay for all you long-term fans!

(Should I read slow to avoid waiting a few days inbetween? I’m worried for a cliff-hanger😂)

Oh, and because he deserves to be in here: Yes, Liam was a favorite from day one. He always will be. He was just genuinely good, easy to like, funny, entertaining in his conversations to everyone, depth to the feelings it brought he added layers to many stories, he was kind and loyal… so loyal… somehow even to Violet, even with the lies, he was a good friend and he loved them all a lot. And more than just brawn (though also he was described to be a total heartthrob) he was also smart! And he learned sign language which I always love as someone who grew up speaking ASL for my sisters… he was the best of his class, and frankly just deserved a lot more. Watch Deigh & then him die broke me and I really thought they’d find a way out of it because he just loved his friends so much.😭 And I hate that this is gonna be the pain of the next book… it’s a little too personal for me right now in my own real life with holiday grief & stuff so I totally bawled like a baby… and the fact he said he just wanted to be alive, and see his sister… yeah-not-okay-enough to write this. I shall miss our sweet bb blonde wood carver boi.

Okay, time to go be basic: fall for the shadow guy, root for the FMC & project my life onto her, feel all the ship angst, cry for the fictional sweetheart, & totally fall for whatever the writes me to like/hate & guiltily forgive/hold onto…

[shelbystales]

Best Aid - Part Eight

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing, mention of torture and panick attack

A/N:  Comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot.

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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On your next shift, the first thing you did when you arrived at the hospital was go straight to John Doe's room to see if he was still there. 

To your surprise, yes, he was still there. 

He had already undergone jaw surgery the day before, and to an even greater surprise, he was awake. He stared at the room's window as if he was hypnotized.

"Hi," you said, entering the room. "Good to see you awake," you smiled.

He shifted his attention from the window to you but didn't say anything. Well, he couldn't speak, as his mouth was paralyzed on the side of the jaw surgery, and it would probably stay that way for a while. 

His face was much less swollen and deformed then you had remembered.

You approached him to get the medical record and check the progress of his exams. "My name is Y/N; I was the doctor on duty the night you arrived. Do you feel any pain?" He subtly shook his head, and when you asked if you could examine him, he gave a small nod.

During the examination, you proceeded with caution, aware of the potential trauma he might have experienced. The signs of infection from his blood test had decreased, and the wound appeared to be healing well. Other than that, he was healing well.

After completing the examination, you left the room and returned to the trauma center, where you met with the shift residents and assigned tasks.

You started to overthink why Thomas hadn't stolen your patient, but as you created a thousand questions in your head, you just decided to accept the situation and move on with your day. After all, he did comply with your request.

Continuing your rounds, you attended to other patients.

During a break in the staff lounge, Jeremy joined you with his usual big smile. "Hey girl, how are you?" he asked, taking a seat beside you.

"Hey," you smiled back. "I'm good, you?"

"Great. Doctor says my fiancé has prostatitis," he said, relieved.

"Good, some antibiotics should solve it. Might take a while, though." you smiled

"Yeah... no sex for a while… well, at least it's not cancer," he joked.

"Dodged a bullet, huh?" you chuckled.

"Yes, yes. I was worried," he sighed. "Are you really okay? I didn't see you leave last shift."

You sighed, debating how much to share with Jeremy. "It's been a wild ride, Jer. There's this whole situation with the patient, and then late at night, Thomas showed up. It's like a never-ending rollercoaster with him."

Jeremy's smile faded, replaced by genuine concern. "What?" he asked, leaning in slightly.

"Yeah. And I fucking had a panic attack after he told me he would discharge John Doe. But then... he was so kind, helping me through the panic. I just... I don't know. I'm so confused about everything," you confessed.

"He just showed up and wanted to discharge the unconscious, almost dying man?" he asked, and you nodded.

"And as I argued he couldn't, I suddenly couldn't breathe," you shrugged. "I need a break. I told him I didn't want to see him. He just doesn't care."

Jeremy's expression turned from concern to disbelief. "That's insane. He is insane.”

“Just figuring that out now?” you frowned and sighed “But… At the same time, he brought the man in, and I don’t think he did all that to him. Also, he didn't steal my patient… and he was so so gentle to me.”

Jeremy furrowed his brows. “Okay, listen up, I love you. But you've got to figure out what you want from him, Y/N. It's not healthy to be caught in this constant state of confusion. You either want him or not."

“I don’t,” you blurted out.

“Shut up, you don’t. If you didn’t, what he did or didn’t do wouldn’t bother you,” he said, cutting through your protest with a knowing look.

You sighed, realizing Jeremy might be onto something. The conflicting emotions and the chaos Thomas brought into your life were undeniable, and deep down, you questioned your own motives.

“I just can't make sense of it, Jer. He's this enigma, this complicated man who seems to defy any logic i create,” you confessed, running a hand through your hair.

“People like that can be dangerous to get involved with, Y/N. I don’t want to see you getting hurt. Yes, he’s hot as fuck, might fuck you senselless, but we need boundaries to keep ourselves safe sometimes” Jeremy said, genuine concern etched across his face.

“Yeah I know. I just need time to figure things out,” you replied, your mind still swirling with uncertainty.

“Maybe just fuck him and ghost him” He smiled 

“That is definitely not the best option” you chuckled

“Yeah… i just. I want you to get laid. Maybe with someone else. You deserve it. Some dick could make your thoughts clearer” he leaned back as his big smile continued crossing his face

“Yeah, right. As if I have a line of people that want to fuck me”

“Oh girl… you are so oblivious. Let's start with all the male residents! And some nurses… Jesus you have no idea” He said surprised

“I’m gonna go. You forget it, i’m not getting involved with anyone in this hospital” you said

“Okay” he shrugged as you stood up and left

As the day progressed, you found yourself once again immersed in the demanding environment of the hospital.

In the quiet moments between duties, you couldn't help but reflect on Jeremy's words. The need for clarity tugged at you, urging you to confront the feelings you failed to understand.

As you left the hospital that day, the internal conflict within you raged on. Thomas Shelby's presence seemed to evoke a myriad of emotions - confusion, frustration, and an undeniable attraction that left you questioning your own judgment.

When you walked into the lobby of the hotel, you caught sight of Thomas engaged in a serious discussion with his aunt, Polly. The lines on Thomas's face spoke of stress and tension, a departure from his usual composed demeanor.

You stood there, observing from a distance, deciding if you should or not talk to him. Set some things straight. Maybe all you wanted to hear was that he didn’t do anything to the man. Or maybe that he cares about others and that’s the reason he left the man in the hospital care. Or maybe… just maybe… you wanted to hear his husky voice…

As Thomas and Polly concluded their conversation, you observed him preparing to leave the lobby, a sense of urgency evident on his face. Your eyes met, and a shy smile from you prompted a momentary pause, marked by a furrowed brow.

"Can we talk?," you mouthed standind a few feets away from him.

He slightly nodded. Stopping in the middle of the lobby and following you after you started to walk in the direction of the elevators.

As you stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere between you and Thomas was heavy. The air charged with unresolved tension.

The doors closed, enveloping both of you in a temporary cocoon of privacy.

"Alright, Y/N, what's on your mind?" Thomas inquired, his voice low and steady. His posture, rigid yet composed.

You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on the floor, steeling yourself for the words about to spill out. "I need you to be honest,"

"About?" he replied, his piercing gaze fixed on you. 

"The man," you said, meeting his gaze, searching for any hint of emotion in his stoic posture—a true master of the poker face.

"What about him?" His response, delivered with an air of nonchalance

"Did you do that to him?" you pressed

"I already told you that, eh?" he countered, glancing around the elevator as it announced the floor—the floor to your room.

"You didn't," you asserted, the tension escalating with each passing moment.

"Yeah, I didn't do it," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours briefly before the elevator doors opened. You exited first, and he followed, the charged atmosphere trailing into the corridor and eventually into your hotel room.

In the room, you moved with purpose, entering the kitchen to fetch two glasses of water. Placing them on the dining table, you invited him to sit. 

"How long will this take?" he inquired, his posture a blend of impatience and reservation.

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" you countered, your eyes locked onto his.

"I do" he answered shortly

"If you want to fix this, take a seat," you added, leaning back and crossing your arms, awaiting his response.

Thomas hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, weighing the options. After a pause that seemed to stretch on, he finally relented, his movements fluid yet hesitant as he took a seat at the dining table.

You observed him closely, noting the subtle nuances in his posture.

"Why did you bring him to the hospital if you weren't responsible for what happened to him?" you questioned, your voice steady. 

His eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "I never said I wasn't responsible. I said I didn't do it," he responded, the words hanging in the space between you like an unspoken challenge.

“Fuck you” you filled your mouth to say those words, and it felt good “What the fuck is that suppossed to mean?”

"He's a friend," he admitted

"Why didn't you just say that from the beginning?" you retorted, frustration evident in your tone.

Thomas's gaze remained steady, a mixture of regret and resolve in his eyes. "There are things that go beyond simple explanations."

"No, no. Some explanations are pretty simple," you shrugged, your frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Y/N," he began, his Birmingham accent adding a distinct cadence to his words. "If I started spillin' every detail, you'd be tangled in a mess you're better off avoiding. Because then, you would ask me why my friend was like that. And I would have to tell you, since we're bein' honest, that he was kidnapped and tortured for information about me. Because that's what happens to people around me. And you would ask me why, and I tell you, that's business, and me business is a difficult thing to explain" he continued, his voice carrying the weight of a reality that seemed both distant and uncomfortably close.

The room echoed with a heavy silence, the weight of Thomas's revelations settling around you both. You knew exactly what his business was after a few hours googling him, no. A few hours fucking stalking the man.

"I never asked for any of this, Thomas," you finally spoke, your voice a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I never signed up for a life entangled in your... business."

Thomas leaned back, his eyes fixed on you, acknowledging the truth in your words. "And I never asked you to. But here we are."

"I don't want to end up like your friend," you stated firmly, your voice carrying the weight of your fears and the boundaries you needed to set.

Thomas's eyes, now revealed a hint of regret. "You won't," he replied, his voice softer than before. "I promise."

You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settling on your shoulders. Taking both hands to your face, you couldn't shake off the stress that had crept into your being.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his usually stoic demeanor giving way to an unexpected tenderness.

"Stressed," you answered

"Aren't we all?" he remarked, a rare hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"Is your life always like this?" you inquired, curiosity peeking.

"No, it has never been like this," he admitted, taking a sip of the water in front of him. "Could be a glass of whisky, eh?" he suggested, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I don't remember the last time I drank whisky," you confessed.

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. "I think there's a bottle somewhere."

"There's a drink cart in the bedroom," you informed him.

After a brief search, he found the cart and walking into the living room with the bottle in hand he looked at you for approval. "One glass?"

"Sure, why not?" you agreed, welcoming the distraction 

Thomas poured a modest amount of whisky into two glasses, the amber liquid catching the soft glow of the room. As he handed you a glass, his fingers brushed against yours in a fleeting touch, making your heart race wiht excitement. 

As the whisky warmed your insides, Thomas leaned back, the weight of his own burdens evident in the lines of his face. You couldn't help but notice how well he looked, how well dressed he was. If you just saw him crossing the streed, you would never believe that the man in front of you was a fucking gang leader.

The air between you carried a mixture of tension and a strange camaraderie born out of the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

"This is better," Thomas remarked, studying the liquid in his glass after taking a sip.

"You know, this isn't how I imagined our conversation going," you admitted, a wry smile playing on your lips.

Thomas chuckled, the sound rich and resonant. "Nor did I, Y/N."

Ozzy appeared, strolling in from the bedroom and hopping onto the couch, where he promptly settled down for a nap. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him make himself comfortable.

"Do you like cats?" you asked, curious about Thomas's preferences.

"No," he answered bluntly.

"Get out of my room," you joked, eliciting a chuckle from him. "Why not?"

He shrugged. "I just don't."

"Yeah, you look like a dog person."

"I have horses, I don't have a dog."

"Oh, right. Rich people pets," you teased, a playful smile on your face.

Thomas raised an eyebrow at your playful jab. "Horses are not exactly house pets," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Fair point," you conceded, enjoying the banter that seemed to ease the tension. "So, what does Thomas Shelby do for fun? Besides making me insane, of course"

His gaze flickered with a subtle mix of contemplation and amusement. "Fun... hm, let's say I like riding horses, reading, and chess."

"Chess, huh? I bet I can win” you smiled, gaze locked on his

Thomas Shelby leaned back, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he considered your challenge about chess. "You can try," he said, his smirk hinting at a quiet confidence.

The air between you felt lighter. You felt good about it. He could be a good company. 

"What happened?" you asked, meeting his gaze. Thomas frowned slightly, not understanding what you meant. "How did a guy that likes horses and plays chess turn my life upside down? making me feel like I couldn't breathe for days? Made me fear my life. At one point I felt so paranoid that i could swear there was someone was following me down the hospital. Because the Thomas in here now... I like this Thomas."

There was a moment of silence, Thomas's gaze held a mixture of contemplation and a touch of vulnerability you failed to see before.

"I already told you I didn't intend for any of this, Y/N," he began, his voice softer than usual “Believe me if you want, I didn't want you to get caught in it. But then, I woke up and you were already involved”

"I know," you admitted, your voice reflecting a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "But I don't know how to navigate through this. It's like stepping into a world or a war I never knew existed."

He reached across the table, his hand covering yours in a gesture of reassurance that sent a little jolt through you. "Look, I want you to know that I won't leave you alone in the chaos I've brought. Ok?", You nodded 

His touch, warm and reassuring, sent a subtle thrill through you, awakening a desire you hadn't fully acknowledged since he walked in here tonight. As your eyes locked with his, an unspoken promise hung in the air, and for a brief moment, you found myself teetering on the edge of exploring something deeper with Thomas Shelby.

you cleared your throat, a nervous habit that betrayed the tumultuous thoughts racing through your mind. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" you managed to inquire, hoping to redirect the conversation and temper the rising anticipation. The effects of the whisky were starting to weave their magic, adding a layer of haziness to your judgment.

"I do," he sighed taking his hand from yours and adjusting his suit. "I enjoyed our talk. Are we in a better place?"

"Yeah, just... don't bring me more near-death guys. Please," you chuckled, the sound echoing in the room.

"And who would I take them to?," he replied, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I don't know" you shrugged "Government health system is avaible in birmingham"

He chuckled "yes, i have a hospital so that I can send my friends to the public system" he mocked

"Well... can I just ask you to try and be honest? That's all I really need from you. I don't want to fear you” 

"Are you sure the truth won't make you do exactly that?,"

"So far it hasn't, the other way around actualy" you answered

"Fine. That's a challenging thing to ask me, but sure. I can try," he agreed.

"Good," you smiled.

"Have a good night, Y/N," he said, starting to stand up. As he rose, something compelled him to lean down, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"You too," you replied, feeling a strange mix of surprise and comfort. As he headed toward the door, you couldn't help but blurt out, "Wait, why didn’t you steal my patient?"

He stopped in his tracks, turning back to face you. "I couldn’t have him die on me, and… I trust you," he explained, his words hanging in the air. It left you with a complex swirl of emotions.

"Can I ask his name?" you inquired.

"Johnny Dogs. He's not registered, by the way. So, keep it as John Doe. If people start asking too many questions, you tell me," he instructed, and you nodded. His gaze holding yours for a moment longer before he walked out.

With a deep sigh, you sank back into your chair, contemplating the unexpected twists of the day.

The Thomas you saw in here now was the same one you welcomed into your home and that version of Thomas was surprisingly good company. That was the Thomas who drew you in, the one you found yourself attracted to. Yet, how could he embody two entirely different personas simultaneously? one you felt like punching and other you felt like kissing...

At least, he trusted you.

The knowledge of his trust provided a welcome boost to your self-esteem. Despite the whirlwind of confusion and complexity, you couldn't deny the comfort in knowing that, in his own enigmatic way, Thomas Shelby trusted in you.

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[sadnightforus]

MISMATCH  (JSC)

established relationship, boyfriend!sungchan x gn!cold reader

SYNOPSIS: He spent time trying to figure you out. You were not the easiest person to understand, but he tried. His only fear was you abandoning him, all alone in this cold world. 

WORD COUNT: 3.1K

WARNINGS: neglectful behavior from the reader, mentioned of cancer, minor mentioned of Chenle, avoidable cuss words, some tiny argument (probably not that tiny but you get what I mean since it’s not a lot), happy ending so guess it’s all good for us :D

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION 

A/N: I did not really beta-read this one through. Enjoy.  

SONG USED: SO THAT YOU DO NOT GET UPSET BY TAEK. 

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 By then, he’s already getting used to waiting for you when the clock strikes past 9 pm, way past your leave hour from work. 

 The anniversary for 2 years is approaching. It’ll be there to remind him of how much time you both had spent together. Being the caring boyfriend he is, he rushed over to your place and used the spare keys you had given him, months after dating, so you both can come and go to each other’s place without having to awkwardly wait for another person at the door. 

 But recently, there has been a problem. A huge one that drives him insane. 

 He can’t honestly recall when exactly it started, but he vividly remembers that you suddenly avoided him, giving him the cold shoulder treatment when pressing you for an answer. Your first excuse was that you were just exhausted, then the college burden, then your work drove you crazy and then you came up with the kind of excuses that he knew were completely untrue and that you were just lying.

 The clock is ticking, telling it’s 9:20 pm but yet you’re still not home. He wanted to call you but you have a habit of putting your phone on silent when you need some time alone. The food is getting colder and he reconsidered heating it when he hears your footsteps into your place.

“You’re back!” He exclaimed happily. You don’t respond to that, just give him a small smile in return. 

“I made dinner for both of us. Just sit down, I’ll feed you. You don’t have to do anything.” 

 You only nod, not doing anything else as you oblige by his orders. He watches you, wondering if you slowly fall out of love with him and that’s why you don’t need him by your side anymore. 

“I can feed myself. Don’t do anything.” You add. “You don’t have to heat up the food, let’s eat it like that.”

 He pulls out your chair so you both can properly be seated and you let him do so. He serves you to his heart's content as you watch him retrieve the food back from the counter. You know you did give him a really hard time these past few months, but you can’t seem to talk about what’s bothering you. One day, one day maybe. 

 He sits down, slowly starts eating at the same time. He avoids your favorite food so that you’ll have it all to yourself, even if he likes it too. 

“How’s class?” He asks, curious. 

“It was okay.” Your voice is quiet, almost going unheard of if not for the comfort of your own place. “What about you?” 

“Professors are being cruel as usual. I don’t have any assignments due for this week. I wish for days like this.” He dramatically wails and you chuckle at his attempts. 

 You grab some pork and place it onto his plate, as you know it’s one of his favorites but you also know he avoids it because he wants you to have it all. 

“I’m not that hungry, we can share this together.” 

 Even if you don’t talk a lot, uncharacteristically quiet from an already quiet and reserved person that you are, he still tries to read what’s on your mind.  

 You continue to have a little talk then and there. He treasures every moment of it but he notices that the sparkle in your eyes that he adores so much has long disappeared, replacing itself with void and almost agonizing pain. But when you blink, it disappears and there’s the glint of happiness in your eyes, back again. 

 He starts having doubts on what really went wrong in this relationship but he pushes the thoughts aside and tries to enjoy any moments left with you. 

 But he knew that he’ll have to confront that topic one day, soon enough. 

“Happy anniversary, babe.” He whispers happily, looking deep into your eyes as the soft romantic music is playing in the background. 

 For both of your special days, he had made a reservation at a fancy restaurant, 2 months before. His friend, Chenle, the grandson of the said restaurant, used his privileges to move his name into a ‘VIP client’ section so that he’ll be able to do this. Any normal person would’ve to book the reservation 5 months in advance if they plan to do so. 

“Thank you for this.” You mutter, grateful that he went out of his way to make the special day so memorable. 

 He turns flustered as he can see the adoring look in your eyes while you hold eye contact with him, mumbling out countless thank yous and lovely things that he hasn’t heard of in weeks now. 

“I love you.” He smiles, relieved to see that you like it. 

“I love you too.” 

 You’re not very vocal about your feelings. He never pushes you to do so as he knows that you’ll only say it when you want to. 

 But for some reason, he gets the sunken feelings that this will be the last time that he hears it. 

 He flushes you a smile, not knowing if this will be the last big date you both will ever have with one another. Or the last time that he gets to smile at you like that. 

 But either way, he is determined to keep this going as long as it can be. 

“Should we drink red wine?” He asks, wanting the night to be perfect for you. 

“Won’t that be expensive?” You frown, thinking about the panic that will rise once you see the bills. 

“I want tonight to be just about you. Don’t worry about the price.” He grins at you back lovingly, reassuring you that he has more than enough. 

 The night quickly wrapped itself with the only connection that you both would understand, as you had become one with him under the stars that shine so brightly in the universe in the comfort of his place. 

 But even then, he knew that he one day, will have to eventually face how wrecked and cold this relationship is. He pushed the thoughts aside, leaning closer to look at you, in case it’ll be the last time he got to see you this close. You’re already asleep, breathing steady and looking so angelic to him. 

 He kissed the top of your head and mumbled out a quiet goodnight, closing his eyes and feeling his heart is a bit at ease, knowing that you’ll be the first thing he’ll see in the morning when the stream of sun rays hits his eyes. 

“I have to go, I can’t stay here.” You said, already grabbing your small handbag and attempting to walk out the door. 

“But your birthday ca-” 

“I’m sorry.” You shot him an apologetic look, not sparing another minute to spend with him on your special day before slamming the door shut and he can only watch you leave until he loses sight of you. 

 It’s your birthday today and he wants to make it extra special as it’ll be the second birthday you’ll spend together. Lucky enough that he doesn’t have any classes for today so he has time to perfect your birthday with things he knew you would like. 

 But unfortunately, one text ruined the plan as he could see you celebrating your day so happily just earlier with him, blowing out the candles as he sang a song to create a more melodic atmosphere. 

 He glances at the gift he was planning to give you sadly. He knows that it’s all coming to an end but he is willing to give one more try, just one more try until the string that holds both of you detached itself completely from one another. 

 He starts to rethink about from the very beginning and before it all came down here. You were never a person of many words, he can say many things to charm others. He is more social than you are while you keep to yourself a lot, sometimes it almost feels like you hold onto too many secrets, afraid that the very vulnerable place would be attacked and send you out with even more trust issues. 

 He looks at the necklace you got him for his first birthday, which he still wears because it’s equally as stylish as it is sentimental to him that his partner got him a gift that becomes a part of his life. 

 He is afraid that he will have to take it off one day. Just like how he’ll no longer have you by his side. 

 He breathes heavily, letting streams of tears fall down his cheeks, not caring anymore about keeping his composure because it pains him to think about that day. 

 It pains him that you slowly lose your attention on him, not caring about things he does for you or in general anymore. 

 But he loves you too much for that, so he tries to breathe in with the hot tears pricking in his eyes and makes a mental reminder to not do anything that might destroy this relationship. 

 Just another try, so that he can put his mind at ease before he walks out of your life forever. 

“Are you kidding me right now, Sungchan?” You yell, furious and both equally as frustrated in your tone. 

“Why have you been sneaking around? Do you think I have the heart of a monk? Of course, I’d be so fucking mad!” He yells back, trying his hardest to not burst into tears right there and then. 

“I told you, I have a reason to go out this late at night!” You try to reason, eyes now tainted by the agonizing pain and unreadable kind of desperation shown in your gaze that he has never seen before. 

“It’s fucking 2 in the morning!” He points out, mad by your action. 

 He has given you so much time to speak but you didn’t. And this is the final straw as he woke up to you just re-entering the bedroom when you both had previously fallen asleep together around 12 am. 

 And that’s why you both are in the situation that you are in now because he decides to confront you instead of letting the matter slide like how he used to. 

“So what?” You sass back and he is slightly confused and both amused that there’s a hidden pain in your tone, rather than ‘not caring’ you’d often use. 

“I’m not a kid. I don’t know what you think I am but I’m not stupid. If you don’t want me anymore, you can just say that to my face.” 

 You look at him, this time with an unreadable expression on your face. He thought he saw your eyes almost brimming into tears but when he blinks, the tears quickly disappear, leaving with a cold empty look to match with the current atmosphere of both the heart and place. 

 You both go radio silent for a bit, you finding yourself extremely speechless from his accusation because the truth is: you need him more than ever. But you don’t want to burden him. No, you don’t want to place that pain onto him anymore.  

“Why did you do that?” He asks, this time, finally letting his tears fall and he doesn’t care if it is weak. All he can think about is that he’ll have to hear the things that he doesn’t want to escape your lips and the apologies that would surely make its way because he’ll never be enough. 

 You contemplate on whether you should say it. You know you’ve been putting him in a tough spot for the last 5 months or so but really, time is never kind and you have to sacrifice your own happiness to say goodbye. 

 You bite your lips, letting the tears fall down, mirroring his expressions. Eyes red and in so much curiosity, laced with an ungodly amount of pain before you speak slowly, trying to muster the courage to sound as stable as you can. 

“My best friend is dying.” 

 With that, you feel your knees going weak and you almost crumble to the ground, if not for the fast reflex that he manages to catch you on time. 

 It all now makes sense why you seem so distant. 

 Your best friend was a part of you, your better other half as you had referred to her as. You occasionally bring her up with a smile on your face when you both happen to have a deep conversation together. But he noticed that he couldn’t seem to bring your friend up because you would dismiss the topic as quickly as the question popped out. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He softly asks, stroking your hair as he allows your tears to soak his shirt. Your muffled sobs did nothing but tug at his heartstrings more than before because he knows that you’d most likely have to give up on your personal time spent with him to stay by your best friend’s side. 

“I- I just don’t want to burden you.” 

“You could never burden me.” 

“I’m just.. afraid- afraid that it’ll be too much to handle for you.” His torn heart absolutely breaks at this claim, why did his precious baby think that your pain doesn't deserve to be shared too? 

“It’ll never be too much when it comes to you.” He mumbles, sincerity shown in every syllable he utters those words out as he averts his eyes to look at your figure with so much love and the need to protect you from the bad things in the world. 

 He lets you cry as long as you want to as he strokes your hair gently, afraid that you might be startled by the not so gentle-touch from him as a way to comfort and letting you embrace yourself in him for as long as you desire. Each tear, breaks him even more as he wonders how long had you been really keeping this up; pretending to be strong, isolating yourself in fear of dragging them along into your sadness. Only then, did he notice that you had lost a significant amount of weight and you appear to be more fragile to him than ever. 

“I don’t know if she’s gonna make it.” You mumble out, clearly intent for him to hear but your voice was so quiet that he almost missed it. He waits for you to continue as you catch your breath before speaking again. 

“She has cancer, they caught it early but I can’t really watch her suffering. I wish I could take all of her pain and let it be transferred to me.”

 The thought made him cry. Your heart is pure and he curses himself for ever thinking that it’s him that you got bored of and even the thought of you finding someone else better crossed his mind on occasion where he let his emotions overtake the best of his senses, when it’s the opposite of his assumption. 

“She’s strong. I know she can overcome it.” 

“I’m just… just really scared. Do you know what she said to me? She said she doesn’t wanna die yet, she hasn’t even fulfilled half of the wishes. She hasn’t…” You shake your head, furiously crying as more hot tears soak the thin fabric of your boyfriend’s shirt. 

“I’ll be here with you at every step.” He whispers and you feel comforted by what he said fully because you know that he will. 

“I’m sorry about the birthday thing. And I’m sorry for my behavior for these past 5 months.” You apologize as you slowly come to realize that you probably made him cry out of doubts. That thought made you feel like an asshole. 

“Don’t blame yourself for that.” He speaks like he can read your mind. “You were very stressed. But you’re so strong, you can get through this.” 

 You let him comfort you and kissing your tears and knowing that now you don’t have to go through the pain alone makes you feel less alienated. And the remaining hours until the sun rises, you both converse in conversations and become more verbal with your love towards him. You feel as if you were seen, understood and taken care of without any fear. 

 And you swear that you’ll never let him go as he promises that he’ll always be by your side until the end of life. 

 Maybe you don’t have to go through it alone. You have him, and it’s all that matters. 

BONUS 

“Happiness does look good on you, you know.” 

“Is that the first thing you said to me when you woke up, really?” You let out a laugh, surprised by your best friend’s remark. 

 When you received a call from the hospital that your best friend’s surgery was a success, you were excited, thrilled and just so relieved to have your best friend be protected and finally safe and secured from the danger. You quickly called your boyfriend, telling him about the amazing news and he dropped the last 2 lectures of today to take you to where you needed the most. And you swear that you’ll make him your husband someday. 

“Sungchan, stop holding Y/N’s hand. Yuck!” She pretends to make a puking expression, even makes a vomiting noise. 

“I need to tell the world I’m in love. It's not my fault that you have to witness that.” He sasses, clearly finds it better than expected that the girl is fiesta in her own way.. 

“Do it somewhere else, I hate happy couples.” 

And you three share a hearty laugh, 

 And as he looks at you, he thanked the universe that he never gave up and gave one more try to the relationship. 

 He could die from happiness right then and there.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023

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Another wall of text on my thoughts for episodes 70-78, I’m gonna make a seperate post for 79 and 80 having listened to them already cause there is just. So much.

I wrote all of these notes after listening to the original episode, not any further, so enjoy my thought process though the last quarter of this season!!!

Ep 70: More death discussions, oh joy!! These are the episodes that make me the most uncomfortable, the ones that talk about the nature of death more than just the fact that it exists. I am curious where these books are coming from, if it’s not just Leitner’s involvement that makes them fucked up. Also Not-Sasha’s laptop having “authentication errors” definitely sounds accurate, even the technology can tell she’s not really her.

Ep 71: Another example of a story with a focus on claustrophobia. Most of the ones we’ve heard by now are from people who are very clearly scared/panicked by the occurance, but Karolina was suuuper chill about it all. Even not being afraid of death, as she mentioned. It feels strange to not be at least a bit perturbed by the idea of your own death, especially in such an untimely way. That’s coming from me though, who absolutely has a fear of death in some capacity, so I’m probably projecting a bit

Ep 72: Basira you better still be alive and not murdered by darkness demons or some shit you’re too cool. Also kindly what the fuck is this episode. I know there’s been some episodes to do with large amounts of meat or body parts, the room in the man upstairs, the teeth in thrown away. A part of me wants to say this is just a story about a crazy fucking murderer, but I am far to familiar with this fucking series by this point to think it’s just that. So seriously what is the fucking deal with all the meat. The link to the Tom Hahn in Killing Floor is interesting though much like Jon I have no clue what it means.

Ep 73: There are officially too many cults and I cannot keep track of them. Once again phobia themes!!! Darkness!!! Plus the idea that a space was much smaller in reality than it seemed while going through it, which sounds at least similar to a lot of the endless/infinite stuff we’ve seen before. I’m a little worried about Basira now, since like Jon mentioned being involved and in the know with these things in the way they are seems to offer some level of safety, at least more than if they’re not part of an official organization. Iirc Natalie was the weird girl who kept unscrewing the lightbulbs in that one episode, and Rayner was mentioned in Fathers Love?? I think??

74: Totally unexpected change of events, something fucked is in the tunnels!!! Never would’ve guessed!!!! Snarkiness aside though, this episode is interesting. Michael being there was confusing at first, but I’d wager a guess the drawings mentioned are fractals, or something similar, and he seems to like things that go on forever and fold in on themselves. The idea of the thing in the tunnels somehow removing and replacing the floor is interesting, I don’t know if we’ve seen things like that happen in places that are not somehow extradimensional or unreal in some way (like the spaces Michael likes so much). The fact that the person is taking files is also concerning, I would hope Jon would check to see if anything important is missing, or what was taken in general. Clues n such. Also we’re finally getting more confirmation that Not-Sasha is up to some sketchy shit!!!! Catch on Jon please god!!

75: Michael Crew what the hell have you become. The mention from Jon about wondering if the books take power from the people reading them instead of the other way around makes sense, but what does that mean for people like crew? People who died because of something to do with the book and are just. Inexplicably back? I can’t remember if there are other examples of something like this or if it’s just that there’s been so many books and so much death that it blends together. Basira really came through bringing the tapes, and it’s a much more satisfying goodbye to her character than just “fuck it I’m done buh bye”

Ep 76: Melanie King my beloved!!! I love that she and Jon are able to, for lack of a better term, infordump together lol. Hearing them literally finish each others sentences in the end talking about the research King was doing gave me a special kind of happiness lol. I do hope she doesn’t get murdered by ghosts in India though. Also she doesn’t recognize Not-Sasha!!!!! She knows she isn’t actual Sasha!!!! And now Jon has a real and true inkling of what’s going on. C’mon Jon you remember Graham from Across the Street, put the pieces together please god.

Ep 77: we have answers on whatever is up with Not-Sasha!! The Not-Them, apparently just one weird creature. Gertrude mentions “The Stranger”, which idk what it means but I know Mary Keay mentioned “The End”. I really don’t know what this could be about, but the way they talk about them like creatures or something is curious. Jon putting pieces together at the end even I hadn’t realized!!! Distortion and Strange Music both had Sasha’s voice. God I already knew the voice actor for Jon is fucking incredible but the panic and horror in his voice as he puts the pieces together of what Not-Sasha is, and what it must’ve done to actual Sasha? Phenomenal. But also I REALLY want Jon to clue the others in on what’s going on. They might not believe him right away and it might take a lot of explanation but there is real logic and evidence in what’s going on, they’ll pick up on that I assume

Ep 78: God the grief in Jon’s voice is awful. VA is too good. But also listening to the statement, hearing such explicit confirmation that the people attacked by the Not-Them are dead, not simply missing or lost, was so hard to hear Jon read. Just realizing that was probably the first time he got proper confirmation of it as well. Also god DAMN it he needs to tell Tim and Martin what the fuck is going on they can HELP. And maybe then he can get help from his friends instead of going through Michael’s fucking doors to escape the now unbound(???) Not-Them. Fucking wild