#should I open up mamba?

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

CRAZY OVER YOU x MIN YOONGI

[HYBRID AU]

PART ONE

Love at first bite

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior, medical experiments, meds.

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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My feet hurt. I’ve been running back and forth around the clinic way past my working hours already.

To be honest I think the assistants work more than the doctors, I should have gone home by now. My shift ended four hours ago. Yet i couldn’t go home.

Lately the clinic has been very busy, hybrids were coming in and out of the clinic to get treatment and the fact that so many rescued hybrids from the outside were coming, made the ones we had already been taking care of at the clinic agitated. With their higher level of hearing and smelling it was impossible to completely hide the different cents.

The world we live in is not the same anymore, we exists between hybrids. And I work in a clinic that takes care of them.

The biggest hybrid clinic in our city, is was more then just a clinic for hybrid species. It was a hospital, lab where scientific studies and research took place, and a clinic for treatments.

It was late at night when things seemed to have cooled down. I decided to drink some coffee at the cafeteria on the first floor.

Sitting down in one of the tables I put my hot coffee over it, taking the files of my patients for tomorrow morning in hand reading their appointments and preparing for it.

- yn! - I look up to see Hoseok, one of the assistants that worked on the especial cases.

- hey hobi - i greet him, he sits down in front of me looking more exausted than ever. - oh you look awful…

- don’t even tell me about it - he said - guess who was my patient today?

- no idea… - I tell him, taking a sip from my coffee.

- the snake hybrid - he said, I almost gagged in my coffee.

- no way! What is like? - i asked, the most special hybrid in our clinic was the rarest one. The black mamba hybrid.

- an asshole? - he said, I chuckled at him - no seriously, he’s so difficult to treat like he doesn’t eat because he doesn’t like the food, always complain about the people around him… and today, he bit my colleague be cause he didn’t like that way he smelled.

- he bit him? - i asked, completely amused.

- yes, he’s in the hospital by now - at his words I looked up at him worried.

- so… - before I said anything my phone start to ring. I sight tiredly - gotta go.

He only nodded understanding as I got up from my seat to leave.

- hey… - I say as I take the call. I threw the plastic cup of coffee in the trash can as I leave the cafeteria.

- boss is looking for you - he tells me. It was one of my coworkers.

- I’ll go then, thanks.

I turned off the call making my way to the elevators in the hallway. By boss he meant Seokjin, it was a nickname we all agreed on since he’s the director of the clinic. As I walked towards the elevators i kept wondering why he asked for me at this hour, Jin was usually so busy I could bearly talk to him not did I ever seen him having lunch break or any break at all. He always made sure the hybrids were well treated at the clinic and worked really hard for it.

From afar i notice Namjoon standing there in front of the elevator doors waiting for it, he was looking through some papers on his hand too focused to even notice my presence beside him.

- hey - i greet him.

- hey… - he reply, not looking my way. He had a hard expression on his features.

Once the door opened in front of us we both get in the elevator, me fallowing right after him. I press the bottom to the third floor.

- what is this? - I ask him intrigued, as he seemed completely focused on the paper to notice his surroundings.

- my new patient - he sighed now looking at me - he’s one of the rare hybrids we have and it looks like he’s going to get put down.

- what? Why? - I was genuinely surprised, rare hybrids were so special in the clinic one of them being put down could only meant one thing - is he sick?

- no - he said getting out of the elevator once the door opened at our desire floor, i fallow him - just an asshole.

- oh? - i was genuinely confused, but didn’t push him to tell me - You going to Jin’s office?

- yes - he said, lookin stressed - he called me to discuss this patient, what about you?

- He called for me but, I don’t know yet - i reply, we walked the long corridor till were finally standing in front of Seokjins office.

After nocking on the door and receiving a low “come in” from Seokjin we both made our way inside his office. Namjoon opened the door for me to get in first then he fallowed me behind, shutting the door. Jin sat on his desk, hands on his face as he covered his eyes in despair looking more tired than ever, a look i never thought I would see on his face.

- Jin you look… - he didn’t let me finish.

- I know - he sighted, now looking at us both in front of him.

- why did you called us? - Namjoon asked.

- I need your help with this rare hybrid case - He said.

Jin started walking around his desk to sit down.

- my father passed to me the responsibility of taking care of the… euthanasia of him.

- but why? - i asked.

- well… it’s been years and he never once put it in the effort to live - he said taking a few papers and giving it to me and Namjoon, the hybrid records - he’s not eating anymore, doesn’t get any heats, makes no effort on mating and doesn’t let anyone help with his shedding .

- Shedding? - i asked, so he means… the rare snake hybrid.

- yes. He’s now in your hands - Jin said, looking at me and Namjoon.

- you want us to do exactly what? - Namjoon asked - from the looks of it, doesn’t seem like we can do anything about it.

- you both will be working on this case with me, the big boss - he made a sing pointing up, signaling the higher ups, his father - found a female rare snake hybrid and he wants them to reproduce before euthanizing him.

I felt sick.

- are you kidding me?! - i said, stunted - you’re just going to… - I couldn’t even say it - after all theses years?

- I know that’s why i want you guys to work on it, - a long sigh left his lips - i only trust you both with this.

- maybe we can help him out and not put him down? - I tell him.

- believe me y/n - Jin looked at me deep in the eyes - we tried but…. Sometimes is better this way, is hard on him too.

I looked down at the papers in my hands.

Min Yoongi - snake hybrid.

Code: RED. Dangerous species. Specie: Black mamba.

Date of birth: Unknown. Male.

Current status: to be put down. Date: three months from now.

Resume: This patient needs to be prepared for a mating season as he had never had one, to ensure the precision and higher chances of reproduction of the rare hybrid species. The black mamba hybrid is to be taken care of from now to the time of mating, every side effect must be related to the one in charge of the case. To ensure assurance that this case will be dealt with assertiveness.

I felt sick.

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I couldn’t help but think about it for the rest of the day. The fact that they would just give up on him after all these years of testing and keeping him lock up in here that he simply didn’t want to make any effort to live anymore, and how the clinic was just going to put him down not giving a single care about him for real.

They are going to end him right after they get him to reproduce, just to ensure they still have a rare hybrid of his specie. Another one to end just like him.

Looking down at the food in front of me I felt sick in my stomach at that. How could they?

- you look deep in thought - Namjoon said over me, he sat down in front of me after putting his tray of food on the table.

- sorry i just can’t stop thinking…

- about the hybrid? - he said - look I know you and I’m sure that’s why Jin chose you to assist me with this case but, let’s just make sure he at least leave in peace okay?

- okay..

No.

I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did. You don’t know me Namjoon, I’ll make sure that hybrid lives.

No matter what it takes.

- we’ll meet him later right? - i ask him, he looks at me over his lashes as he holds his phone looking at it.

- yeah, after lunch - he takes off his glasses - are you ready to see the snake hybrid for the first time?

- yeah - I wonder what he looks like, most hybrids have some feature that help identifying what kind of hybrid they are. Does the snake hybrid has scales all over him? - he shouldn’t look too scary right?

Namjoon only giggle at my question, a knowing smile growing on his lips and my mind quickly realizing it.

- Kim Namjoon! You’ve meet him already! - i stated.

- of course I did, he had an appointment at six in the morning. - he said, a sight leaving his lips - What an ass.

- why so early? - knowing Namjoon hates waking up too early, he must felt stressed. Especially having to take care of a hybrid that demands so much more care.

- His sleep circle is different… - he started - and since we are trying to get him to feel the beginning of a heat so he can mate, his room was changed to acommodate him.

- oh… - realization hits me - so it will give the illusion of his heat beginning?

- yes, we also changing the room temperature to make it happen as naturally as possible - he said - the hotter the better.

- no way… - i said - I’ll have to work in hell too?

- trust me.. it doesn’t need hot temperatures to make it hell. - Namjoon looked at me - he’s good at that on his own.

- is he that bad? - he couldn’t be… right?

- I’ll let you see it for yourself - was all Namjoon said.

After lunch Namjoon passed me the instructions of our appointment with the snake hybrid, since he wasn’t eating he had to take vitamins straight into the blood.

To be honest i felt sad at that. You don’t eat when you don’t have an appetite, is he that bad in condition to not even eat? They’ve been neglecting him for so long and now are trying to force him to mate.

More and more i questioned if what i was doing was right.

I walk beside Namjoon towards the elevators, special hybrids stay on the sixth floor so that’s where we’re headed. They need to be separated from the other hybrids as their instincts are a lot more higher and demand more care, you can’t put cat hybrid in the same place you have a wolf hybrid. So we divided the floor for special species, wild hybrids in a floor and domestic hybrids in one. Of course there’s the special cases divided by codes, the snake hybrid was a code red which meant he was dangerous. Code reds are usually the hardest one to work with because they can and will hurt their doctors and especially other hybrids. Some don’t really mind the doctor but, other hybrids. Like a lion who sees a deer. They will always see them as a pray. So we have to keep them separate.

I look in front of me over the silver tray with the meds and vitamins he must take everyday, today Jin won’t be joining us he only will when much more serious procedures are to be taking action.

Namjoon is the one with the code to the hybrid door, each hybrid had their own room to accommodate all their individual needs. The snake room wasn’t different.

As soon as the door is open a heat of hot air hits me, the room is a bit dark but the lights get brighter as we enter, Namjoon walks towards the hybrid who lays on a big bed in the center of the room. Almost looking like a nest with all the covers and pillows around it.

I make my way to the table beside the door to prepare the meds and vitamins.

- good afternoon Yoongi - Namjoon says to the hybrid - time for your meds and vitamins.

- i don’t need it…. - a deep male voice says, the hairs in the back of my neck shivering at the sound of him - who’s is that?

He meant me. My heart skipped a beat at getting his attention. He is the first special hybrid I’ve ever meet. One of the most dangerous one too.

- that’s my assistant - Namjoon tells him, he’s talking about me - everything ready y/n?

- yes Joon… - i turn to him taking the silver tray with me.

Stopping in my tracks as I take in the figure of the hybrid. He didn’t look like anything i imagined, he didn’t have weird snake eyes and not was his skin full of scales like the reptile. He looked almost human… if it wasn’t for the almost unnoticeable scales on his neck that fallowed up to his ears so delicately, as he moved his head to the side eyes locked over my figure the scales shined a bit. A color of white pearl and soft grey.

He wore something different from what I was used to see on the other hybrids, while the others wore a type of pijama white clothing he whore silk shining bottom up shirt and pants.

Realizing i wasn’t moving and just staring rudely at the hybrid I quickly made my way to Namjoon to give him the meds. My checks burning.

- no - the hybrid said looking at Namjoon with a bored expression - i don’t like the way you smell… i won’t take anything from you.

- you still need to take your vitamins - Namjoon insisted taking one of the syringe from the tray.

- i said I don’t need it - the hybrid growls, coming closer.

- your condition tells me otherwise - Namjoon said to him, both looking at each other. The temperature seemed to rise even more as they looked almost like provoking each other. A silent fight.

The hyrbrid eyes found mine staring at his, he looked at me up and down no expression on his face. Than turned to Namjoon.

- she can do it - he said, a bored expression coming back to his features.

- she’s not in charge of that - Namjoon said, a stern lock on face - I’m the one who is, so get over it.

I looked at him chocked. He seemed angry. Namjoon who usually is calm and careful with his patients was now the complete opposite, he stood his ground and faced the hybrid as if trying to prove he was the Alfa.

And for the first time I was angry at him, not only this was a delicate case. The hybrid could attack if he felt threatened. That could only worsen the situation for the hybrid.

- I can do it Joon - i tell him quietly turning to him lifting the silver tray for him to take it. I gave him a nod of assurance. He looked at me than the hybrid.

- are you sure about it y/n? - he asked me, worry over his face now.

- of course i can - i assure him - I do it all the time.

His eyes locked with mine as he talked. I heard Namjoon sighed as he turned to me taking the silver tray from my hands.

Giving him a small smile I took the vitamins syringe, the hybrid stood in front of me opening his white shirt one bottom after the other eyes locked with mine to catch my reaction, I tried not give any reactions and keep my gaze eye level but it was impossible when he stood right there exposing his beautiful skin for me.

He wasn’t covered in scales as many would’ve imagine but definitely had a few on his ribs that fallowed down to his v line, just like before they shined a bit over the light a white pearl with silver. I gulped down eyes looking back into his as he stood in front of me reveling his left arm for me to aply the syringe. His eyes never once left mine, he had eyes so dark I couldn’t tell if there was any color in them black light the night sky.

I held his arm to insert the syringe into his skin, he didn’t move at all. During the whole processe he didn’t broke the eye contact. Cleaning the small bit of blood that came after taking the syringe off his skin. Namjoon gave me the next one, i apply it into his skin once again. After the last one, I cleaned and put a small piece of medical tape over it so it doesn’t bleed.

- I’m done… - i say, standing next to Namjoon. He gave me the tray and I took it to the table beside the door.

The hybrid began to bottom up his shirt. Namjoon look it up the papers for the hybrid next appointment as I took the small white cup with he’s meds walking back to the hybrid I held the cup up for him to take. He took the cup from my hand brushing his fingers over mine, his hand looking much bigger than mine, I kept my focus on that too nervous to look up into his dark eyes again. I held the water up for him, which he took it again brushing his fingers over mine. He drank it my eyes fallowing up at his neck starring at the scales over his skin. They looked so delicate almost like a painting over his skin, closer you could see that little silver that shined over the light. Not realizing he came closer until I felt his breath hitting over my face, making me look at him immediately. Dark eyes staring into mine with boredom, he tilted his head to the side coming closer inspecting my face.

- you’re not afraid? - he whispered, only for me to hear. My breath got stuck on my throat.

- should I be?… - I whispered back, swallowing hard. He looked down at me than back into my eyes, tilting his head to the other side black orbs staring deep into mine i fallow his move tilting my head to the same side. Complete hypnotized by him.

- any changes in your shedding? - Namjoon asked the hybrid, while writing something down on the paper. - it should have started already.

At hi voice I came back to reality, turning quickly with the two cups. Taking them to the table beside the door to despose of them int he trash can.

Making my way back to stand beside Namjoon once I was done, my eyes going back to the hybrid standing in front of us.

He had the same expression as before, unbothered.

- same as always - he answered tiredly, going back to his bed.

I saw the way his plain answer made Namjoon clench his jaw. He wasn’t making any effort to cooperate with Namjoon, I notice he was difficult but not an asshole. It was painful to watch them interact, Namjoon clearly didn’t like the way the hybrid acted but, I have dealt with a few difficult hybrids before this was only a way to protect themselves after going through so much.

This behavior seemed to be common with Wild species, I’ve seen it before with a lion hybrid I took care of before.

Sometimes you just have to be persistent, and careful.

- I heard it could be painful if not taken care of, is everything alright with it? - i asked this time, which made both males look at me.

The hybrid looked at me not saying anything for a while. Than he smirked and walked towards me making Namjoon stand closer to me protectively. He looked at Namjoon smile slowly falling forming into a bored expression again, showing how the presence of the other male affected him.

- I don’t want any of your help with it - he said, eyes locked into mine - last time…

- you almost killed one of our doctors - Namjoon interrupted the hybrid, one arm closing around me to put me back.

Almost…

- he shouldn’t have touched me - the hybrid said eyes burning over Namjoon, anger on his face.

Hands closing into fists, he walked closer to us standing in front of Namjoon. He was ready to attack if needed, if something is not done it could end very badly Namjoon doesn’t notice but with this behavior he is provoking the hybrid to act instinctively.

It is clear that the heat season has started for him and in mating season hybrids tend to get more competitive and sensitive, a male showing up to his space staring dominance wouldn’t do any good.

- you both stop - i said releasing myself from Namjoon standing between them both, turning to the hybrid I said - please, Yoongi let me treat you okay?

He didn’t like when people crossed his boundaries i get that, sometimes it could be very overwhelming. But knowing what they are going to do to him because of that behavior, i just couldn’t help but get in between them. It was something we could work out and maybe if i succeed they won’t put him down anymore.

- it is important that you go through your shedding the easiest way possible - i tell him - so I’ll be in charge of it okay? How is that?

He looked at me for a while, slightly turning his head to the side. Pundering the idea in his head. For some reason he looked me up and down before looking at Namjoon behind me, a small smile making its way to his lips.

- only if is you - was all he said before going back to his bed.

A sight of relief leaving my lips, even though I cloud feel the stare of Namjoon a glare over my back.

…

To say Namjoon didn’t like that idea was an understatement. He hate it.

Insisting it was a bad idea to proceed with hybrid treatment by myself, that could be dangerous not only that but the fact that the hybrid had poison on his teeth just like a snake would. It wasn’t lethal but enough to cause discomfort, and it was what had happened the last time they tried to help with his shedding.

But that didn’t changed my mind. Not after I actually meet him, it seemed to me he didn’t want any one close that felt threatening to him. He wasn’t just any kind of hybrid, not a dog that loves attention and touch but a snake one. Snakes always acted out when feeling threatened. Attacking was their only defense.

So it made sense to me that he would be reluctant to let anyone get too close, especially after heaving so many tests on him without his consent. He’s been so mistreated and now they want to put him down.

It angers me.

I decided to chose an hour where i knew Namjoon would be busy in a meeting to do that. No long after we had left the hybrid room he began to lecture me on how dangerous Yoongi could be, that i shouldn’t act like that when he was the one in charge of this case. It slipped his mouth that the clinic simply started to give him vitamins when he stopped eating so he wouldn’t die.

It came to me how neglected he’s been this whole time. After that i decided to secretly go to the hybrid and feed him, which was where i was headed now.

I made sure no one was around once i stopped in front of the hybrid door. Using the number code I saw Namjoon used before to open the lock on it. It made a sound before opening.

The hot air hitting my face as I entered, they had turned higher this time it was hotter than before. The lights slowly began to light up as I walked in, the door closing behind me automatically.

At that the hybrid came up from his bed looking confused at me. Of course. I shouldn’t be there.

- hey - i greet him. He doesn’t say anything.

I walk up to him, stoping in front of the nest looking bed. A sing of his heat starting. That was a good sign. He held himself up with his arms looking my up from the bed.

- why are you here? - his voice was low and heavy.

- I just… - I trailed off as he fully lifted his body form his laying position, now sitting on his bed. Shirt open and sliding off his shoulders, not showing much but enough to see his scales.

He looked me over his lashes checks a bit red and sweat falling over the side of his face.

- i brought you something… - a sight left his lips - are you okay?

- yeah… what did you brought me? - his curious dark eyes following my body as I came closer.

- it’s tangerines - i say, showing him the two fruits i held in my hands.

- what’s a tangerine? - he asked eyeing them closer.

- you don’t know? - i gasped. Sitting beside him i slowly began to open one in a half giving it to him, he smelled before looking at me not knowing what to do.

- I never seen one… smells nice - he said.

- you eat it - i tell him, taking one and holding in front of his lips. He didn’t move at all, only looked at me.

For a moment I thought I had crossed his bounderies, for a moment I thought I was just being stupid. But then it came to me, he hasn’t eaten in years. He don’t even know what a tangerine is.

Maybe he didn’t even felt hunger anymore. Maybe he’ll throw the stupid fruit at me.

My checks were getting warmer as I felt nervous but, slowly he smelled the fruit in my hand taking a careful bite of it. Still looking at me, the juicy fruit spilling a bit in my fingers.

I watched him expectedly, wondering if he will like it or hated. He swallowed and looked at the fruit in my hand.

- that’s good… - he said. I sight of relief left my lips.

- you want more? - i asked him, he nodded slowly making me smile.

He didn’t move a single finger to eat though, I had to feed him the two tangerines the whole time. It didn’t bother me though, I felt so happy seeing him eat something other then taking those vitamins.

It means so much in the process of a hybrids treatment that they are feeding themselves, i couldn’t hold my happiness as I watched him.

Once he eat all of them he looked at me then at my hands, dark eyes shining under the light.

- sorry it was all I got - I tell him. - I’ll bring you more if you want.

- you will? - his eyes shining bright as he looked at me. I nodded at him.

- can i ask you… why you don’t eat? - i said, he doesn’t look at me turning to look at the floor.

- I don’t… feel like it… - he simply said.

He looked so sad now. No appetite wasn’t good. When in the absence of sickness it could only mean he was very depressed. They wanted to put him down because he was depressed.

I wouldn’t let them.

- You don’t seem to mind me around you… - I comment.

- you smell good. - he said, turning to look at me - and delicious, like tangerines.

I chuckled at his comparison. He watched me attentively, a different light on his dark eyes now.

- okay… I try my best to take care of you - i tell him. For a moment he only stares at me.

Red checks and bit of sweat on his chest, he turned his head to the side still raring at me. I fixed my glasses feeling a bit intimidated by his deep stare.

- You… - before he could end his sentence the door opened.

Namjoon entered the room looking at us confused, his eyes falling over my presence there. I shouldn’t be here. It’s what I read in his eyes.

- yn? - he asked, confusion clearly on his voice as he walked closer to where I was with the hybrid.

- Oh hey I was just… - i tried to make up an excuse but he cut me mid sentence.

- Leaving, right? - he interrupted. I swallowed nervous. He was never hard on me, hearing him be like that wasn’t nice.

- Yeah… - i murmured, taking the fruit peels with me as I got up from the hybrids bed.

- No… - Yoongi held my wrist stopping me, turned to look at him but he stared at Namjoon.

- You have an appointment with me now, it doesn’t include y/n so let her go… - for some reason Namjoons way of putting what he was doing there made me nervous.

I know he would never hurt a hybrid, but yoongi was very reluctant to any one else being too close to him. Namjoons display of dominance could make him defensive and things might not go well.

- maybe I could help - i tried to sound calm.

- y/n, your here to assist me not take over the procedures - Namjoon tells me, his words sending a sharp sting in my heart.

I couldn’t find words to reply his. Too embarrassed by his words to me in front of the hybrid, i bit into my lower lip. Not looking at them.

- Let her go yoongi - Namjoon said walking towards us.

At his words I realized Yoongi was now standing behind me, hand still around my wrist. His slow breathing hitting my shoulder. I lifted my gaze to Namjoon who now seemed a bit worried. But the hybrids closeness to me wants what made me uncomfortable.

- Yoongi… - Namjoon warned.

- Joon don’t - I tell him holding my hand up for him not to get closer - can you wait a bit?

He looked at me reluctant before nodding, still not taking his eyes off the hybrid. I turned to Yoongi slowly, a small smile on my lips as I stared into his deep dark orbs, to make sure he knew I was fine.

- Are you okay? - he asked me, I looked at him surprised. - he hurt you with his words.

I couldn’t hide my surprise at his words, he could tell from just that?

- It’s okay… I don’t care about his words - I whispered o him, giving him a small smile.

I tried to take my wrist from his hold but he didn’t let go, not to hard to hurt me. I could tell he was being careful not to use his full strength on me.

- Will you came back? - he asked, eyes looked into mine.

- Of course. - i tell him.

With that he let go of my wrist.

I turned to Namjoon taking his arm to leave the hybrid room. He reluctantly fallowed me towards the door of the room. Once we were both outside I kept my hold on his arm taking him with me around the corridor towards the elevators.

- where you taking me? - he asked, as if nothing had happened earlier.

- To Seokjin, we need to have a talk - i tell him, anger boiled over me.

- We? - he pushed his arm out of my grip - You’re being the irresponsible one not me!

- I’m!? - I stopped in the middle of the corridor, turning to him anger building up through my body.

- Yes! - he stated, closer to me - Do I need to remind you of your position here?

- Do I need to remind you of your stupid ego standing between the safety of a hybrid and your pride?! - i yell at him.

At that he went quiet.

- were talking with Seokjin now. - i state - I won’t let you make this whole processe more difficult than it has to be just because of your pride.

I held his arm again, taking him with me to the elevators. He didn’t say anything else anymore, I could tell he was angry but so was I.

The whole time he was only stating dominance over Yoongi, I was tired of them all thinking that could just hurt the hybrid even more now just because she was going to be put down.

I wouldn’t let them.

The walk to Seokjins office was quiet except for the tense energy around us, once I stood in front of his door I don’t bother to nock. Entering with anger burning under my skin.

Seokjin gave me a curious look, as he was folding some paper on his desk.

- sorry Jin - i say. He looked at me and Namjoon a questioned look on his face. - we need to talk about Yoongi.

- oh, right - he says - what is it?

- She’s being… - Namjoon started, but I interrupted him.

- Yoongi has been showing clear signs of discomfort with male doctors - at that Namjoon scoffed, I looked at him angry turning my gaze to Jin as I continued - he say he will do the appointments as long as I’m the one closer to him.

- I see.. - Jin thinks for a moment before continuing - what’s the problem?

- Namjoon is not letting me - i tell him, arms crossed over my chest.

-She just went into his room without any one knowing and… - Namjoon began.

- And gave him food - i say, looking at him. We both shared a look of hatred before Jin interrupted.

- What? - Jin asked.

- He eat… - I tell him.

- He… he eat food? - they both looked at me surprise.

- Yes, I’m sure I can help a lot more with this case if you let me take charge of the procedures that involves more… closeness to him, he’s been through a lot and seemed more calm around me.

- I see… - Jin pondered the idea first - then as long as you’re not alone for safety reasons, I don’t see a problem with you taking charge of his appointments.

- But she’s.. - Namjoon says, but is cut by Jin.

- Namjoon, y/n has been taking care of hybrids for years she knows what she’s doing, please I need you both working on this together - Jin says, sounding tired.

Namjoon only nods.

- any updates about him? - jin asked.

- i can tell that his heat i starting - I say - his behavior at least shows me that.

- okay… we’ll than we are almost there - Jin says - keep that good work and please, do this together.

- thanks jin - i tell him, he gives me a nod and i make my way to leave the office.

Namjoon stayed behind. I didn’t payed much mind to it. Quickly making my way out of there walking to the elevators, I had a lot of work to do other than Yoongi case.

More patients that needed treatment just as badly, not the he wasn’t just as special to me.

…..

It was late at night again.

I wasn’t planning to staying late again but, a hybrid was just checked in after being attacked by a another wild hybrid. The same case has happened before, that is way wild hybrids where never up for adoption. Yet some people always manage to get them, usually never for good reasons.

The poor hybrid this time was a bunny one, I was surprised when I first saw him. Usually bunny hybrids where the smallest species to exist but, this one was big. Not too tall but very muscular and strong.

When he was checked in he was still in defense mode, attacking every one and very scared. They had to apply a sedative on him to finally be able to put him on his room.

You could guess my reaction after I was told the story and short after that, Hoseok told me I was the one in charge of his case.

My shift ended hours ago and yet here I was cleaning cuts on the face of a bunny hybrid who seemed to know nothing about shutting up.

- such a pretty doctor I have.. - he said, a smile on his lips as he looked at me.

- Jungkook stop talking I’m trying to apply the med on your lip… - i tell him for the fifth time already, he only chuckled.

I sight taking a clean cotton with med to clean the cut over his eyebrow, he was sitting over his bed as I stood between his legs to clean his bruises.

He shouldn’t be awake. He was sedated before but, no long after he was wide awake and talking none stop, he commented on my but and how lucky he was to be treated by me.

I only sighted. That was knew. Usually my patients where too scared to be treated at first. So I just brushed off his comments.

Jungkook was abandoned when younger by his last owner, he then grow up in an underground fighting club where clandestine fights were held. He told me he was the best one there, a lot of people bet on him at the fights until he got in trouble with this one wolf hybrid.

- how did you end up here again? - I asked him.

- I was… - his checks went red and he looked down - to be honest I’m still.. ah, I was in heat…

- oh.. - I looked at him, still no understanding. He was shy, ears dropping beside his head.

- I was trading to mate but… so was the wolf… - he said.

- but you’re…

- she wasn’t like me… - he tells me, realizing what he meant I felt a warm wave up my checks.

Different species trying to mate, that was the first time I heard that, the underground has a lot going on than.

- well… it could happen - I say, making sure I cleaned every bruise on his face - here in the clinic we help our hybrids with all their needs, so don’t worry.

- oh.. will you treat me than doctor? - he asked, amused.

- yes, you’re my patient - i tell him, taking his file to prescribe him his medication and future exams.

- humm… - he only murmured - doctor are you in heat?

His question gets me by surprise and I look at him, mouth opening and closing. Just what was going on now? Did he perhaps hit his head too?

At my expression he chuckled one arm closing around my waist as he pulled me closer to him, I gasped feeling his nose against my neck. Not knowing what to do I held my hand up in the air, too afraid to even touch him. The smallest reaction could start something I wasn’t intending to.

- I can smell in you… - he says over my ear, my checks burning hot - hum, ready to be filled…

At his words i tried to push him, hands over his chest only to find his eyes staring deep into mine his checks where red and pupils full. It hit me. He was still on his heat.

That explains his behavior the whole time. How could I not notice earlier?

- you’re still in heat - i state. He only chuckled.

- am i? - he came closer to kiss me but i immediately pushed him down the bed - oh, I like that… doctor you’re making me fall for you…

I ignore his nonsense as I made my way to grab a sedative, bunnies were the hardest ones to deal with when on their heat, first I would have to put him to sleep before giving him the medicine to lessen his heat. At least till we are done with his treatment. Then we would put him to mate the right way.

Coming back to him I stared at him think where I would apply it, he didn’t stop moving. I stood between his legs holding the sedative behind my back.

- Jungkook… - i tried to get his attention, he looked at me immediately- I need to do something for me okay?

- yes pretty doctor- he tried to get up but I quickly held his chest down, he smiled at me. He looked as if he were on drugs, high on his heat.

It could only mean things were getting worse, he wasn’t on full rut but was getting there. It would be impossible to treat him if he’s on rut.

- don’t move okay? - i tell him, his hand held mine over his chest as he nodded.

Without him noticing i insert the syringe into his thigh, he’s so into his heat to even notice the pain.

I count ten seconds in my head before releasing my hold over his chest, he doesn’t try to get up.

- oh I’m sleepy… - he says, hand falling from mine as he closes his eyes slowly going into deep sleep.

A sight of relief leaves my lips once he falls asleep. I prepare some medicine to calm his heat, I wasn’t a fan of suppressants but in this case is needed. Just until we are done treating him. Than I’m sure he will be put into mating process so he can have a safe and healthy heat.

After I’m done giving him his medicine, I write it down his next appointment and a new prescription.

Leaving the room I sight, my right hand massaging my neck. I look over my phone to see the time realizing it was way past eleven. Walking down the corridor to the elevators, my ringtone woke me up from daydreaming about my comfort bed.

- yes - o took the call.

- hey y/n - it was Jin - did you check on the special hybrid?

- wasn’t Joon going? - I said, confused at his words. He told me he would.

- no he head an emergency at home and had to leave - Jin explained, I sight.

- oh, i will than - i tell him.

- you seem tired y/n do you want me to go instead? - he offers.

- no is fine… - i tell him - he die a know you yet, it could make things difficult.

- okay - Jin says - call me if anything happens.

- I will, thank you.

I turn off the call, getting in the elevator. I push the bottom to the floor of the special hybrids where. My eyes feeling a bit heavier, I tried to push it away. Just one last check up and I can go home.

The elevators doors opened at the floor, the sound waking me up from my tiredness. I quickly made my way through the long corridor with doors to Yoongis room.

Pressing the code on the lock beside the door, it opens making a sound. The hot wave of air hitting my body as usual once i made my way in, the lights slowly turning back on.

Once they’re on I made my way to his bed, panicked at not seeing him there or any sing of him at all.

- Yoongi? - i call out his name, locking around the room but still no sight of him.

My heart begins to beat faster, as my mind runs different scenarios of what might have happened. Worry filling my body as I throw the papers i gel in my hand on the floor, taking my cellphone to call Jin as I turn to leave the room.

Still with eyes locked on my phone i don’t notice the lights slowly turning off, nothing takes my attention from the cellphone until arms close over my wrist turning my around.

My phone falling on the ground as he pushed me against the wall, both hands holding my wrists over the wall above my head.

- Yoongi?! - I stared into his dark orbs, relief filling me up. - I thought something happened to you…

He didn’t said anything. A hard look over his features, I couldn’t decipher what it meant. He held me tighter coming closer to my face.

- why do you smell like trash? - he spat.

- what? - I was so lost.

I knew I worked late but, is not like didn’t look out for myself. Working at the clinic I had to make sure I was always clean. I couldn’t understand what he meant.

- you stink of male rut… - he spat at me, hissing at the end. Eyebrows furred into an angry expression.

I should’ve thought about that before coming here stray after treating a hybrid on heat, shit. Knowing how Yoongi was sensitive about others males I should’ve at least put on some perfume.

- it’s not like that… - i tried to lessen his anger but it only seemed to make it worse.

- I don’t care… - he pushed himself away from me - don’t ever come back here smelling like that again…

- I won’t - i tell him, still not moving I watched as he walks back to his bed. - im sorry, I didn’t have time to… wash this off.

He doesn’t say anything, sitting on ver his bed he looks at me from afar.

- tomorrow will start your shedding treatment… - i tell him, still not moving from my spot.

At the smell of another male it was better did I kept my distance so it wouldn’t be too overwhelming for him who had a much higher sense.

- i just came to check on you, to make sure…

- come here - he interrupted, he voice sounded heavy almost a growl.

I would be lying if a said I wasn’t afraid, my phone was lost somewhere in this room and I had no way of calling for help if something happened. Although I knew he wouldn’t do something to hurt me i couldn’t be sure, the situation was a lot different now.

I could say something but, his instincts would say another complete different than mine.

Still I made my way towards him. Stopping a few steps away from him.

- closer… - he sighted. Dark eyes looking me up and down.

I gulped down, making my way closer to him. Stopping in front of him.

He looked up at me boxers getting up from the bed, close enough to kill me if he wanted to.

- was it a patient of yours? - he asked, voice low and raspy. He meant the smell.

- yes… - i manage to whisper, I felt so small in front of him. Like a pray.

- you’ll see him again? - he asked, taking a step closer. No distance between us. His breath hitting my face.

- yes… - i tell him, my eyes finally looking up at his.

He only nodded understanding.

- I don’t like this smell on you - i says, making me gulp down as i looking into his eyes. - but i understand…

He pushes me against him it happens so fast, once I notice he is pressing me down on his bed. Both his legs on each side of my hips, he held my arms up against the nest of covers and sheets.

Keeping them up he slides his hands down my arms over my sides, one finger playing with the bottoms of my shirt.

- you look healthy… - he murmurs eyeing me up and down.

- what…

He didn’t let me finish. Opening my shirt he went down over my chest, I gasped in surprise. Turning my face to the side, I expected anything except what he did.

I slowly opened my eyes at the feeling of his hot breath over my neck, my own breath got stuck in my throat the moment I felt the wetness of his tongue sliding over my chest up my neck.

- what are you doing? - I asked, my voice was only a whisper.

- taking that disgusting smell off you - he said over my neck.

- oh…

- but you’ll see him again… - he said, I turned to look at him.

- I have to, his my patient - i explained.

- than this won’t do… - he whispered more to himself, one hand holding my chin up he slowly turned my face to the side.

With my neck on full display for him he came closer, this time whispering over my ear.

- have you ever been bitten by a snake?

At his question my mind rushed with realization, my heart beating faster as his lips brushed over my skin. I tried to move my legs but he only used his body weight to held me down, my hands over his shoulders trying to push him away were quickly held up over my head with his left hand.

He chuckled at my useless try’s to get away from him.

A gasp leaving my lips immediately at the feeling of his sharp teeth carving my skin, tears filling my eyes at the painful sensation of his teeth inserting his venom on me. His hands slowly leaving his hold over me, i couldn’t move.

Once he took his teeth out of my skin, I groaned in pain. Feeling the warm liquid fall down my neck, he licked over the bite. Hand holding my chin to look at him.

- don’t worry… it will feel good soon - I looked up at him, his voice was a whisper in the dark.

My mind felt dizzy, vision getting blurry the heat of the room wasn’t helpful. My whole busy was burning, I tried to push him away but as soon as my hands came in touch with the silk over his skin my entire body responded, a wave of electicity coming up from the tips of my fingers to my whole body.

- Yoongi…

My eyes began to get heavier and heavier, hands falling beside me as I fell asleep.

Not before I felt his warm finger trace my jaw softly, his voice so far away I couldn’t make out what he said before I fall completely asleep.

Am i dying?

Next?

Notes: YES FINALLY!! Hehe I’m sorry for any grammatical typos! ☺️💖

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[zarnzarn]

"Penelope," Odysseus whispers, heartbroken. She cannot stop crying enough to see him, and it makes her cry harder, even as the familiar scent of him moves closer and is followed by his arms around her, holding her up as she falls to pieces.

"I couldn't- I couldn't find-" She gasps for air, desperately hoping no one is around. Grief comes slamming into her like a tidal wave, laying her low with unrelenting memories of the injustice of wanting her husband home the most of anyone in the war and being the only to not get her wish and fear for how her reign would end and all the other feelings she should have gotten over already. "I couldn't find you," she sobs out finally, the words shaking out of her as her shoulders heave.

"Easy, my love, breathe," Odysseus coaxes, picking her up like it was nothing, tilting her at an angle that must be straining his shoulders to let her cling to him tighter. Cry, like it's the first time she realised how her wait had outlasted their marriage, where cannot breathe in for how hard she weeps, lungs burning. "Peace. I'm here, my darling, see, would a shade be able to do this?"

A choked, teary laugh is forced out of her as he spins on his heel suddenly, stopping her sobs with the momentum, leaving her gasping for breath and sniffing, shaking like a beaten dog, out in the rain. Alone and pawing at the memories of a warm hearth, with a pack's responsibilities on her shoulders and nowhere to set it down.

"See, now, there you go, drifting away again," Odysseus chides, twirling them both around once more, fast enough to make her half-squeal. "Am I so boring to you, compared to the mamba's nest of statespeople you have toyed with these long years? Must I put on a silly costume and dance around as entertainment, my dearest, tell you jokes and riddles to keep your attention? You wound me if you say yes, for I will lose the little respect our son still has for me."

She laughs wetly again at his chatter, the tempest in her head fading enough for the sobs to go from wailing to crying.

"Penelope," Odysseus sings her name in that strange way that sounds oddly like an owl's call, that no one can replicate. The chains around his feet jangle, a familiar sound she has trained herself into associating with her husband. She blinks the tears from her eyes, calming a little at the sound so she can see him. He clicks his tongue and wipes her tears away by rubbing their cheeks together, making her burst into choked giggles.

They don't last long, and she returns back to gasping for air as she runs out of energy, trembling.

Odysseus sighs, bittersweet, as he gives up on trying to make her laugh. Penelope sniffs, clinging on tight when she's suddenly lowered into soft sheets. "I'm here," He whispers, stroking her hair, letting her dig her nails in. "Oh, my poor beautiful wife. I'm back now. I would not leave for anything."

"I couldn't find you," Penelope whispers, small and scared. "I was calling for you from the door and there was no answer. I couldn't hear the chains. And no one knew where you were."

"All those who knew were with me, which won't happen again. I was only out at the merchants to see the new cloth with Tele," Odysseus murmurs. "Darling-"

"I cannot let go of the fear," She confesses in a rush. Closes her eyes and rocks them back and forth, trying to bury her face into Odysseus' shoulder and disappear into him. "Don't know how to convince myself that you are not an illusion. How to stop missing you, even when you are right in front of me. That I will wake up and still have to do it all alone."

Odysseus pulls back and stares at her, devastated, tears in his eyes. He opens his mouth and shuts it, helplessly. "Sweetest of my heart," he says finally, and lowers himself down on top of her so she can feel the full weight of him, smell his sweat and the ointment he applies on his scars and the juices of the fruit he fed her that morning by hand.

(Telemachus had sighed the sigh of the long-suffering when he took his seat next to them that morning for breakfast. "Must you?"

"Must we what?" Penelope had teased, and then opened her mouth for another fruit from her husband's hand, who was hiding a laugh in her hair, perched on her lap, his chair knocked to the side and lying sadly on the floor.

Telemachus shook his head, mock-disappointed and sighed louder.

"Come," Odysseus had said, patting his own lap. "Here, Tele, I will feed you too. Come."

"I'm not a dog," Telemachus had complained, over Penelope's sudden protests about not agreeing to this- and then came over and jumped up into Odysseus' grasp anyway, making Penelope yell at the sudden weight and her two rascals cackle at her.)

"Odysseus," She whispers as she exhausts of her crying and interspersing sobs an hour later, letting it curl on her tongue. She had stopped saying it, when the looks around her transformed from sympathy to concern over her sanity, and it became a political decision to not say her husband's name until he returned.

"Penelope," He returns, tightening his arms around her until her ribs creak. She sometimes wishes he were a violent man, that war had changed him enough to be rough with her, so she would have bruises to carry around to remind her he was there with her. But if he was, would she love him still?

"Give me something," She begs. She feels incredibly small and stupid, shaking like a child, and it is the only the fact that her real husband wouldn't falter or recoil in the face of her weaknesses and breakdowns that keeps her talking. "Something to prove you're here, please, please, husband-"

"Peace, Penelope," Odysseus says, in a voice sterner than he's ever used with her; the one he uses in court, making her stomach swoop. He moves back when he feels her tense under her, and studies her expression with a sharp eye. She loves him more than anything, would gladly slit open her torso to give him her innards if he so much as implied a passing fancy to having them, but even that isn't enough to fend off the slight bloom of mortification when realisation flashes across his eyes.

He kisses her, harder than usual, and she tries to focus on it rather than her still-racing thoughts.

"You are no longer Queen of Ithaka," Odysseus says, low and final, and the horrifying shock of the sentence nearly makes her moan. "Not in this room. You have held the burden of the kingdom for fifteen long years, and now you will let me make you put it down."

"No," Penelope protests, between kisses. She is still coming down from the fear planted in her by all the strong women that buoyed her these years, who grimly predicted that her husband would snatch the throne back as soon as he returned, coupled with the guilty relief that she no longer had to be in charge, no matter that it was by force. "I love her. My Ithaka. Rough and beautiful."

Odysseus huffs, smiling against her skin. "She loves you too. Which is why you must listen to her beckoning for you to rest." He punctuates his sentence by pressing down on her stomach, entire body weight on his hands as he drags his palms up her abdomen, between her breasts, up to her shoulders. "Relax, Penny. The kingdom wants for nothing, food is overabundant, no one fights, no ruler gives us trouble. You do not have to hold everything together on your own anymore."

Penelope snorts. "Ithaka says so, does she?"

"Am I not Ithaka?" Odysseus says, voice twisting and changing until it sounds like a woman speaking. Penelope is hit sideways by lust, stomach flipping at the smirk sent her way. It gets wider at her expression, as he leans down and croons, "Penelope."

"Oh, gods," Penelope says, strangled, bracing herself on his shoulders.

"Give you something," Odysseus muses, in that same voice, that lights on fire the part of her that used to be obsessed with the stable master's daughter. "How about..."

He picks up her hand and kisses her wrist gently, tenderly, like it is the most delicate of pottery, the most precious of gems. He rubs a hand over her veins once lovingly, then fits his teeth around them, eyes flashing with heat as he glances over her.

Her heart skips a beat. She nods. He bites down with canines sharper than he'd left with and she screams.

"Oh," She gasps when it's done, looking at the bleeding wound lovingly marked around her pulsepoint. Her husband tips her chin up and she smiles finally, stretching up to meet his bloody kiss. "Oh, more. More, Ody."

"As my wife desires," He murmurs, possessiveness catching fire in his eyes as he turns to set his teeth to his neck- still not violent, but perhaps the slightest bit loosened from the leash.

Penelope moans, vision hazy as her head rolls, staring up at the ceiling. She takes a deep breath, then another, letting the panic recede in the face of a daydream of wandering around with a necklace of bruises every day, until they grow old.

He always knows how to handle her so well. She had begun to think she'd imagined it, how well the man she married had met her at every turn, every trick. Yet only a few months in his return and still he guides her expertly from all the bad things in life like a sheepdog, like an overanxious newlywed; some days making her so happy that the fifteen years past had never happened.

"You will look at these and remember no one else could leave them but me," Odysseus orders, the sneer of the rabid slaughterer in his gaze. It makes all the tension seep out of her, tears escaping in relief as she nods. "And I won't go out of earshot ever again, so you always can hear how you've chained your poor husband down like a mule, forever to trip over his own feet and smash into the floor."

"Chained you like a bird," Penelope corrects, her smug, thrilled smile returning at the reminder, reaching down to shorten the chain. "No more flying for you."

"None," He agrees.

Her smile wavers as the tail end of her grief comes sliding back. "Hold me?"

"Forever and ever and ever," He promises, wrapping his hands around her. She shakes in his hold. He kisses the side of her head, holding his wrist still scarred with her own teethmarks up to her lips in offering. Her eyes roll back as the familiar blood rolls over her tongue, calming the storm in her chest at last. He pulls his hand back and cards it through her hair, pulling out all the ornaments that mark her as Queen, staining them with blood. "I promise. Calm, Penelope."

"I'm calm," She sniffs wetly. "I wouldn't do it for anyone but you."

"Neither would I," Odysseus replies. "Would you like to have sex? I can please you with my mouth if you want."

Penelope snorts ungracefully at the formal way he still says it, like it's an offer to go fetch something from the kitchens. "No. Just hold me."

Odysseus murmurs something in response and starts humming, rocking then back and forth. Blood on both their mouths still.

"Actually-" Penelope says abruptly, and Odysseus bursts into laughter like she knew he would. She smiles at the sound, and closes her eyes to bathe in it, and carefully brings herself to take the first step to trusting that he will still be there when she opens them.

[fisheito]

non horny ask: what kinda irl snake would Yakumo be? venomous or non venomous?

my instinct says venomous purely because that opens up the fun possibility of magical side effects whenever yakumo bites someone (i want his venom to have a mild numbing property so he can bite me and i can finally get a decent night's sleep)

i'm openinmg up the search gtengine for this (HEY SNAKE FREAKS IN THE AUDIENCE!! IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS THEN SHOW THE CLASS 👉👇👈👐)

(spoiler alert: i am no closer to an answer than when i started. we're just looking at snakes together)

flashback: i once pointed at western worm snake and laughed because BABY

but let's assign yaku a larger counterpart for when he's feeling big and brave i briefly considered the nonvenomous approach but i'm gonna joke that yakumo has a bigger oral fixation>>squeezing fixation on eiden so uh, this snake is all about the mouthparts i guess

i mean.. the snakes that constrict will inevitably hoRMPH(gulp) too so it would be reasonable to make yaku a nonvenomous squeezer. but. my bias says venom time, ,today

considering his ridic Great Serpent ancestry, he's probably gonna have a potent venom so let's look up Hella Dangerous Bitey Boys *typetypetypeclickclaxke*

side thought: are some species generally more aggressive than others? or does it vary moreso by individual? hmm. let's see if we can find a danger noodle that's reeaaaallllllly not into using its fangs as a first response

..... .......... i'm overwhelmed by choice again so i'm gonna start relying on aesthetics by which i mean altho i love defaulting to boas for their :3 face

i feel like yaku would be more of a streamlined snake skull like the neck isn't distinguished very well from the head... I wANT to see him as :3 snake puppy face but i also need him to have zero structure. absolute jello. no bones. skullless. just a *USES LINE TOOL*

wait. if i rely on Looks does that mean i can only choose IRL snakes that are black or subdued colours? because yaku doesn't want to be perceived, after all........

[eyes start to glaze over] -nondescript colouring -venomous (perhaps potently so) -not aggressive?? the type to strike ONCE , or wait-- is he more of a multi-striker.. fast? no... he seems like he'd be slow..if Dark Nova/Shadow Lineage is any indication..? slow OHKO heavy hitter? no, not "slow". HESITANT heavy hitter? ... -heat sensing organs? or just drawn to the heat? THE TYPE TO ONLY PREY ON OTHER VENOMOUS SNAKES--no no that's not right yaku will eat everything uhhhhhh

[SHAKES MY HEAD VIOLENTLY LIKE A WET DOG REBOOT]

call me basic but i like the look of mambas....

(sadly the black mamba doesn't have black scales but LOOK AT THAT MOUF!!!!!!!!!!)

wait how about a snake that hangs out in east asia? MOUNTAIN KEELBACK????? lil diamonds all along the back .nice

LOOK AT THE MASSIVE ORBS on *THIS* keelback.......

would he be arboreal like those funky vine snakes? mmm.., unlikely? i don't think yaku has shown much of a desire for heights... at least not yet (flashback to Puzzling Investigation Blade's impromptu takeoff)

what about a rattlesnake??? err... nah... yaku doesn't seem like much of a defensive butt wiggler....

Now i'm rethinking my entire instinct on VENOMOUS because ...Dark Nova 2 had yaku going snake-ish and eiden was ALL UP IN HIS fangs but he didn't feel any ill effects besides, you know, the physical obstacle of yaku shoving forked tongue down his throat-- EURYJK WHAT DO I DO . look at more cool snakes

OKAY BUT WHERE ARE THOSE SNAKES WITH THE PRETTY LOWER LASHES LIKE THE EYELASH VIPER, BUt LOWER lashes???

CAN I GET A LOOK AT ONE OF THOSE? do they exist? did i hallucinate the glorious snake lower lashes? do they belong to another reptile? boo.......

WWAIT NO, RIGHT, THE EYES, I SHOULD HAVE STARTED WITH THE EYES THAT'S AN EASY WAY TO NARROW DOWN A YAKUSNAKE

ok.ok. slit eyes. but a lil squiggly. thunderbolt eyes? the creative freedom of it all. let's go with slit eyes but wibbled by tears...

HOLD UP ! HIS EYES LOOK LIKE A TOKAY GECKO'S . IS YAKUMO ACTUALLY JUST A REALLY LONG GECKO?????

DESCENDANT OF THE LEGENDARY GREAT GECKO...........

[missedditart]

Along with my Lackadaisy hyperfixation I've also become obsessed with under the devils moon by @libras-interactives. I absolutely love their ocs and can't wait to see more of them in the story. I made some fan designs of them and thought it couldn't hurt to share them. I had a lot of thoughts about their designs so anyone who is interested can read about that below. Also, English isn't my first language so please ignore any spelling mistakes and such.

Malwina

Malwina's design was really fun, also the first one I did. She is described as having black fur and hair and orange eyes. I knew if  I wasn't careful she could end up looking like Ivy, so I made her hair color brighter than her fur color and also made her hair curly/wavy. I also emphasized the eyes as they're often pointed out in the text as big and pumpkin-like. I wanted her to look curious but maybe a little unsettling if she stares at you too long. I also gave her soft shapes and rounded years since she is very friendly albeit a bit pushy.

Máire 

for Máire just mostly followed the description we get of her, calico, auburn hair and green eyes. The thing I had to think about for this drawing is what kind of clothing she would wear. I went between thinking she would prefer something stylish or something comfy. I'm not an expert on 1920s fashion so I mostly looked at old clothing catalogs to get a feel for the clothes she could wear. I settled on something more in between a comfy shirt with a stylish skirt. I based the tarot cards in her hand on Pamela Colman Smith’s designs. Also since she is wearing a shirt I couldn't show off the heart fur pattern on her chest but it's definitely there.

Sylvester

Sylvester doesn't have a very striking design but that's the point. For his facial structure i took some inspiration from Asa Sweet and Bobby Bastion from the comic but I also tried to make him stand out on his own. Other than that I kept close to the text, gray suit and graying fur. I was tempted to give him a colorful gaudy tie, maybe something his wife insisted he should wear. To make him more interesting but again he was supposed to be drab and unassuming. So I decided against it. (I still headcanon that his wife gives him gaudy ties and insists he wear them and he cant say no to her.)

Flynn

Flynn was the one I had the most ideas for but also the one I'm the least happy with the result of but might as well share it. We haven't gotten many physical descriptions of him and what we get is somewhat vague. I also haven't played all the backstories so there might be something there that I've missed. But from what we do get he is often described as odd eyed and two faced, this gives me the impression he has a chimera pattern. We haven't been given any specific color so I chose what I thought fit best. black and bluish gray to make him cold and dark looking, i gave him green as an accent color. I probably went a bit heavy on the devil shape language but it's fun so… I also wanted to color the tip of his shoes white or gray to make them look like goat hooves but they ended up looking too much like bowling shoes so I decided against it. He still has a hoof-like pattern on his shoes which probably isn't very historically accurate for 1920s men's shoes haha. And lastly his cane is only described as black and ivory but nothing specific on the shape. I figured giving it some interesting motif would be fun so I went with a snake. specifically a black mamba witch don't look dangerous until you get too close or they open their mouth. I'm sure a fitting metaphor could be made from that. My design for him will probably change if we get new info about him later in the story but so far this is how i imagine him.

[voidnoidoid]

Weaktober 2024 (1): Blossom

for some reason the prompt list i made isnt showing up in the tags so ermmmm OK. here's some quick drabble to start things off!

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A steady beeping sounded from the monitor standing guard over Eugene's hospital bed. A blip on the screen for every heartbeat. A sullen boy sat by his best friend's bedside, silver hair covering his eyes as his head hung low. On an intellectual level, Gray knew that it wasn't his fault. It wasn't him that pummeled Eugene to a pulp but Dongha. However, his heart screamed at him, declaring him guilty. Guilty of letting Eugene get hurt. Guilty of not being able to protect him. Guilty of not reaching him in time. Just like Stephen.

Gray wiped a palm across tired eyes, red and puffy from crying. He could barely bring himself to look at Eugene, lying bandaged and comatose before him. There was no time to waste, the war against the Union was brewing in the shadows; the White Mamba should be readying his strike. Yet all the boy could do was sit and wait in despair.

When he finally left Eugene's ward, Gray found a familiar face waiting by the door. They began walking out together.

"Hey Gray. How's he doing?" Ben asked, voice soft with concern.

"His wounds are healing well, but the nurses said they aren't sure when he will wake up." Gray replied. Ben hummed in acknowledgment, a deep resonant sound.

"Y'know, I heard that talking to people in comas helps a lot. Keeps em grounded in this world."

Gray peered up at Ben questioningly. "How would it? He can't hear me now." He spoke, voice hollow.

"Well, it's worth a shot. Better than sitting and blaming yourself all day."

Gray's eyes widened, "How-" Ben smiled gently and brought an arm around his shoulder.

"Gray, we all know you care for Eugene. We care about him too. You did what you could. How about you let him know too?" He said.

The next visit, Gray sat arranging a small bouquet of flowers into a slender vase. Gingerly, he transferred the bundle of blooms into the glass container. Sunflowers, yellow roses and lavender. He set the vase by the windowsill, where the afternoon sun streamed in, warming the back of Gray's head.

He settled into his place by Eugene's side and took a deep breath.

"Eugene, can you hear me? Ben said that talking would help, and I am eager to test this theory. It's been a troubling few weeks without you. All of us are worried. I fear you won't- no. I hope you will wake up soon. We care about you so much. I care about you. I know you have had insecurities about where you stand, so I will tell you the truth. You belong right here beside us.

"I truly enjoy your company, though I'm bad at expressing it. Thank you for being a friend from the beginning. I never knew how much I appreciated you until now. Thank you for trying your hardest to support me, thank you for staying by my side. Thank you for listening to me. And... I'm sorry.

"I'm so, so sorry I couldn't save you. I'm sorry I was too late. I'm sorry you got hurt and now you're... Please Eugene. You're my best friend. I need you." Gray choked back a sob, rubbing tears from his eyes.

Miraculously, like a rainbow after spring rain, the boy in the hospital bed stirred. "Gray...?" A hoarse voice wafted into the air. Eugene's eyes fluttered open and looked in Gray's direction. The silver haired boy perked up at the sound of his best friend's voice, rushing to his side.

"Thanks Gray... you're my best friend too."

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Sunflower: long life, lasting happiness, adoration, loyalty

Yellow rose: friendship and joy

Lavender: healing, strength, devotion

[yumiyue07]

Through Fire and Blood

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

Trigger warning: swearing, violence, abuse ｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆｡･:*:･ﾟ’★

You had dozed off from exhaustion when voices outside your door woke you up. You were immediately on alert, straining to listen to their words. You lay motionless, pretending to be still asleep.

"Come on, don't be such a wimp. We're just having a bit of fun with her. The boss won't notice a thing. He isn’t even here at the moment. We'll stuff her mouth so she can't scream," his voice filled with a sickening sense of amusement.

Fear gripped you at the realization that none of these degenerate men would come to your aid. It felt like that night in the subway… only this time, H/N wouldn't be here to save you. Your arms and ankles were tied together, leaving you completely helpless.

Your pulse raced as the door slowly creaked open. Instinctively, you wanted to scream for help, but the sight of the machete silenced you.

"Shh, not a peep out of you. We just want to keep you company so that you don't feel so lonely," one of them sneered, his yellow teeth glinting in the dim light. His voice was thick with a sickening mixture of menace and lust.

"And maybe you can give us something back in return," the other one grinned meaningfully at you, his eyes burning with a predatory gleam. As he closed the door, a wave of dread washed over you. You were trapped, at their mercy, and you knew what they wanted.

You clutched the blanket, your only defense, tightly around you as the other man reached for it, and your heart pounded against your ribs.

"Look, Mamba, she’s acting all shy. You little bitch. It’s just the three of us, he taunted, his words were a dagger, striking deep into your fear. "Don’t pretend like you’ve never sucked…"

"Hurry up, Naga," Mamba, the machete man, cut him off. "We don't have time for long speeches. Get to the point, or to her pants, I should say," he said, grinning. Naga's hand moved toward his belt, his fingers hovering over the zipper. "Don't stress me now. There’s no one here to disturb us anyway. You know, they all went for a meeting with the boss or here on patrol. So it’s just the three of us."

The cold was seeping into your bones, a numbing chill that mirrored your despair. Even if you screamed, no one would rush to your aid. Your mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare.

"If you do anything to me, I'll tell the boss," you choked out, your voice barely a whisper.

Their smirks faltered, but only for a fleeting moment.

"You won't," Mamba snarled, his eyes narrowing. "You'll keep your mouth shut."

"And if you say a word to anyone," Naga added menacingly, "we'll take every opportunity to have fun with you." He paused, his gaze shifting to your face, a cruel glint in his eye. "Oh, and we'll hurt your beloved moron, H/N, and his troupe badly. How about a fire in his headquarters? So, it's up to you."

The words hung heavy in the air. You had to swallow hard, the realization sinking in that your fate, and the fate of those you cared about, was in their merciless hands.

"Well, there you go. Now let's see what you're hiding under your blanket." With a brutal yank, he tore the blanket away, sending it flying across the room.

"We don't need that," Naga sneered, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. He loomed over you, kneeling beside your mattress.

You refused to surrender without a fight. With a desperate

effort, you slid back against the wall, creating as much distance as possible. Then, with every ounce of strength, you lashed out with your feet, landing a few lucky blows.

"Hold fucking still!" he roared his voice, a thunderclap that echoed in your ears. "Mamba do something."

"If you don't hold still right now, I'll slice your legs open," his threat hung like a dark cloud of violence that loomed over your head.

But you didn't care. You fought back with renewed fury, thrashing and kicking wildly.

Naga grunted, his grip tightening on your legs. With a savage effort, he pinned your lower body, his weight crushing you. Your arms were held down, your body a helpless prisoner.

"So now that the wildcat is tamed," Naga taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. His free hand tore at your top,

"Oh, Mamba, look at that," he jeered. "She likes to wear lace. I like that, too."

Tears streamed down your face, blurring your vision. You felt nauseous, your body revolting against the horror being inflicted upon you. Your mind was a desperate plea for help, a silent scream for H/N.

"Help me, please," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart.

"What are you two doing?" Just as he was about to pull down your pants, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

A wave of relief washed over you at the sound. You never thought you'd be so grateful to hear that voice. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you turned to see Jun Ho standing in the doorway, his expression stern as he glared at the two men.

"Hyung...well...the thing is, she heard us talking out here and then shouted for us to come in. She said she feels so lonely and needs some male company," Naga stammered, scrambling to his feet and hastily buttoning his pants. His voice was a pathetic attempt to justify his actions.

Jun Ho's eyes narrowed as he turned to you. You lay there, exposed and vulnerable, your tear-streaked face a testament to the horror you had endured. His gaze was a cold, piercing laser, cutting through Naga's feeble lies.

"You're lying! That's obvious," he roared, his tone dripping with disdain. With swift retribution, he kicked Naga in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. You winced at the sight, your own suffering momentarily forgotten in the face of Naga's punishment.

"I'm sorry, Hyung," Naga whimpered, his voice filled with fear and regret.

"It's too late for that. Our boss won't be pleased when he finds out what you tried to do to his bride-to-be," the chauffeur growled, his voice laced with anger.

The other man, Mamba, attempted to deflect blame, pleading, "I...I didn't want to. He made me do it. Please don’t tell our boss." But his excuses fell on deaf ears as Jun Ho delivered a punishing blow to his face with his fist.

"You bastards! Get out of here. I'll deal with you later," he commanded, his voice seething with fury. Without hesitation, the two men fled, leaving you alone with the chauffeur, shaken but grateful for his intervention.

He took the blanket, kneeling down beside you. With a gentle movement, he wrapped it around your shivering body, offering a small measure of comfort. "Are you alright, princess?" This time, his voice was devoid of mockery, filled instead with a genuine concern that surprised you. His eyes scanned your body for any signs of injury, his gaze lingering on your tear-streaked face.

You nodded in response, your hair falling into your face. Without hesitation, he reached out and brushed it back, his fingers tracing a gentle path across your cheek. Startled by his own actions, he quickly withdrew his hand and cleared his throat as he averted his gaze. The warmth of his touch lingered on your skin, a contrast to the cold cruelty you had endured.

"Here, have a drink. I'll make sure no one bothers you anymore," he said, offering you a bottle of water. Despite your reservations about him, you were genuinely grateful for his intervention.

"Jun Ho, thank you for helping me," you acknowledged, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as tears filled your eyes.

As if struck by lightning, he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn't quite decipher. He hastily stood up and moved toward the door. "Don't get used to it," he said, his voice a harsh contrast to the kindness he had just shown.

"Sure thing," you replied, a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

"I'm one of the bad guys," he said, turning to face you one last time. "But I can't stand it when women are treated like that." With those words, he closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Back then, H/N had said something similar. You couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than met the eye. Perhaps beneath his tough exterior, there was a spark of compassion that could potentially make him an ally.

Shortly afterwards, another young man entered the room, carrying a proper blanket and pillow.

"Hyung told me to bring you this," he explained before quickly disappearing.

"Thank you once again!" you called out, knowing that Jun Ho was nearby.

As you settled in, you couldn't shake the feeling that there might be a way to escape this ordeal, and you resolved to keep searching for it, no matter how small the chance might seem.

Jun Ho's anger pulsed through his veins, a raging inferno that threatened to consume him. He would not let those bastards get away with what they had done. His blood boiled as he recalled the horrifying scene in your room, your vulnerability and fear etched into his memory.

Their boss would undoubtedly be displeased when he found out, but that was secondary. For Jun Ho, it was a matter of personal honor. It was about his own deep-seated need to protect you from harm. A compulsion that had taken root in his heart the moment he had seen you in such a vulnerable state in the car.

As if he had sensed the impending danger, he had returned just a few minutes after leaving for the meeting with their boss. He had used the excuse of forgetting something to look after you, unable to bear the thought of leaving you alone in that dangerous place.

For now, he would sit outside your room, a silent guardian watching over you. No one would enter without his permission.

To be continued...

♡

It wasn't easy to write this rape scene. Unfortunately, it is very often a way of humiliating and torturing women.

I feel terribly sorry for everyone who has to go through something like that.

Sending lots of love 💕

Stay tuned for part 9!

Love, YumiYue 🌙

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[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Music Rec Monday

Thank you for the tags @herefortarlos (and for making up the game!) and @liminalmemories21! You know I’ve always got recs!!!

Rules: Share a handful of songs with their artists that you love and think others should try listening to! Please be sure to tag some people whose music recommendations you're interested in as well!

1. Si Te Portas Bonito - Sofia Kourtesis (Dance)

2. Love FM - Pat Lok (House)

3. Never Seen You Dance - Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs (aka TEED) (Dance)

4. Kiss ‘N’ Tell - Soundz & Mamba Sounds (Afrobeats)

5. Crush - Hatchie (Indie Pop)

Bonus!!

6. New York, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down - LCD Soundsystem (Sad Bastard Dance Music)

Tagging @alrightbuckaroo @freneticfloetry @carlos-tk @firstprince-history-huh @lonestardust @lutavero @tellmegoodbye @ladytessa74 @ambiguouspenny @basilsunrise @bonheur-cafe @guardian-angle22 @orchidscript and @reasonandfaithinharmony & OPEN TAG 🏷️

[existslikepristin]

Can you do a tier list of your smuts?

Hell yeah

Sorry for the mess. Maybe I should come up with a more consistent cover image format... and label these? Nah

I'm making the haughty assumption that you're asking this while already being familiar with my stories and/or recognize the idols in the images such that you could find them in my masterlist.

So yeah, anyway, I'd say that while I'm pretty critical about my writing (I can find plenty of fault even in my top tiers), I'm at least happy with most of what I've written. Most of the time I'm just glad to have my ideas out of my head and in actual writing. Fics like "Bare Attack," "Mamba Class," and even "Open and Shut Up" despite being in D tier, felt good to put out, considering how long I sat on them before putting in the work to finish.

There's no specific method to my ranking here. It's all just whether or not I enjoy it when I go back and re-read it.

[ghostchasersmagazine]

I do wish Alex Super and his band were used more, they had some really unique designs, and a lot of character potential [especially Ray, he barely had anything to do] and it's a shame that Scooby Doo Frankencreepy just reduced them to a brief mention of the band breaking up. Which I personally don't like, as even though Lila betrayed the group, I feel like they would've been close enough that they could pull through and move on, maybe even find a new back-up singer. Back to Alex and Butch meeting, how would Butch and The Sundance Kids react to learning about how Lila and Roger betrayed Alex and his band?

I would have liked to see them pop up more often, yeah (though I think all of the Scooby gang's friend characters should be allowed to make appearances again in general.) Their designs have that sort of "time capsule" vibe I like, and I feel like could be referenced whenever the Scooby gang runs into a vaguely music-related mystery.

I personally feel like it was Deke who got the shortest end of the stick in terms of getting to participate in the episode proper. I don't think he got any lines until the very end of the episode and didn't even get to be in the group shot when Mamba Wamba first appeared. He nor Ray didn't really do much throughout the episode to be fair, but I always felt that Ray was used a smidge bit more.

I've never watched Frankencreepy since everything I've heard about it sounds pretty bad, but I don't like that ending for the group either. Partially because the ending of the episode itself goes against that idea - Alex was talking about merchandising the dolls at the end and showed clear signs of keeping the band going - but the other part is like you said, I do think Alex, Deke, and Ray would be close enough to want to keep going.

Admittedly, the concept of the events of the episode being so traumatic that the group decided to never play again could be an interesting path to take if it was written in a serious manner that genuinely looked at their emotions (and could even go further and look at the impact the music industry has on its young stars more generally, pulling Lila and how she was convinced by Roger to betray the band into the mix), but frankly I don't think that's what Frankencreepy was going for.

Getting back to the topic at hand, I think Butch's reaction to specifically Roger's betrayal is interesting to consider. It's shown throughout the show that Butch does have a strong respect for authority and, despite his independent nature, has no issue following orders, so I would guess that the idea of Roger, the one who had the power and essentially a guiding role, betraying the band would impact him more than the idea of Lila doing it.

As for the other Sundance Kids, I honestly haven't really thought about their reactions to the whole situation too much. The main reason they're even tagging along with Butch when he goes to meet Alex is as moral support of sorts, so they have to deal with both the awkwardness of meeting new people and figuring out how to try and comfort Butch who likely isn't going to be very open about it.

Really, the only thing I've really thought about in terms of the two bands interacting is that I think Wally would get along with the other group pretty well. Partly because he's an overall pleasant guy, but mostly because he's the one with the most genuine interest in music among the Sundance Kids, so I think he would enjoy hanging out with Alex + Deke + Ray and having people to share his interests with. (Plus, ya know, jokes about him and Alex having the same voice actor and him and Deke having similar designs.)

[wishingforatypewriter]

For the touch asks! 9 and 10 for jargala and viper i'm curiousabout those two ♥️

Hi!!! Thanks for the ask!

Prompts: 9 (listening to the other’s heartbeat) and 10 (spooning at night)

Jargala Omo did not even open her eyes when she felt a dip in her mattress at some outrageous hour.

"You're just now getting in?" she asked through a yawn as she heard his jacket and pants drop to the floor.

"Yeah, I had some debts to collect," he said, and then leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Sorry I woke you."

"I should have never given you a key," she said, even as she shifted to her preferred side of the bed to give him room.

"You got tired of getting up to unlock the door," he reminded her, before sliding into bed beside her. His arms encircled her waist and he pulled her towards him.

"It's too hot for all that," she murmured against his chest.

"Then take the blanket off."

"The blanket was here first," she said. "You're the one who's late."

"You waited up?" he asked after a pause.

Jargala scoffed. "Please. Why would I wait up for you?" she asked. "I don't even know your real name."

He sighed. "That again?"

"It's pretty basic information," she said. "I never understood why all you Triple Threats go by those ridiculous nicknames."

"It's insulation," he said. "The alias keeps your business life separate from the personal."

Jargala opened her eyes then, just to roll them at him. "You're in my bed. That's about as personal as it gets."

Viper chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down her back. "Point taken."

"So?"

There was a pause, and then quietly he said, "It's Amaruq."

"Amaruq," she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. He pulled her closer still, until she could feel his steady heartbeat beneath her head. "Well, it's a lot more dignified than Viper. I can say that, at least."

He chuckled. "Give me a break, would you?"

"Nope," she said, smirking in the dark. "So when was the last time someone used your name?"

"Probably before my brothers died," he said with an unusual heaviness in his voice.

"I didn't know you had siblings."

"There were three of us. We all gave ourselves snake names when we first got involved with the triads—Cobra, Mamba, Viper. I was the youngest."

"How did they die?" she asked,

"They were both killed in one of Zolt's turf wars, back when the Triple Threats were first starting out."

"I'm sorry," she said, her voice coming out softer than it normally would.

"Don't be," he said. "It was ages ago. Besides, we probably would have ended up fighting to the death over the top spot after Zolt lost his bending."

Jargala shook her head. "You really are despicable at heart."

"You still love me, though," he said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes. "I tolerate you at best. Now will you let me get back to sleep already? It's nearly morning."

"Whatever you say," he replied and then kissed her softly. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Amaruq," she said, and let herself be lulled back to sleep by the beating of his heart.

Send me a prompt and I'll try writing a drabble for it!

[unknownjpegs]

five letter word

The assassination attempt on Dr. Sullivan is peculiar at best.

Happy stands at her desk, looking down at the black coffee cup. He picks it up and holds it underneath his nose. Doesn’t smell any different from her usual. Considering she drinks sludge for breakfast, any sort of poison would probably be masked by this oil slick coffee.

It’s not peculiar that someone would want to kill Bunny. He gets that; she’s pretty…killable. Not exactly everyones cup of tea—of coffee, he supposes, to himself with a small satisfied snort. That was a good one. He’d write it down later, or something. But, Dr. Sullivan, surely, is not nearly as high profile as an assassination attempt. Moreover, it feels…amateur.

There’s the intern that makes it obvious. She’s in heels—which makes it real obvious. Because she’s on her feet all day, running the errands. Picking up lunch orders, delivering paper, getting the coffee. They very poisoned coffee. Should be in flats, or loafers, or something comfortable like all the other interns wear. She’s not young enough to be in that stage of just got onboarded and I’m so excited to work! Which would explain that attention to detail regarding her appearance. But she’s also not old enough to be the type to I’ve worn heels longer than you’ve been alive, my feet are permanently destroyed and I don’t care.

Also the intern was really fucking nice to him. Which also made it far too apparent, because people weren’t generally nice to Happy. People usually ignored Happy—unless they had to directly interact with him, which wasn’t too often. People avoided Happy, he was easy to avoid; he was exhaustingly miserable, difficult to hold in conversation, good at his job in a ruthlessly efficient but baseline way. Clocked out every single day at the exact same time he was supposed to and took every hour of sick and personal hours he could.

Happy, also, notoriously, only got along with about two people if that. Sometimes three. Maybe, maybe, maybe four was stretching it.

That meant, someone had told the intern, stay on Happy’s good side. Which didn’t exist—but staying on no side was essentially the best way to be with Happy. She’d not done that. She’d brought him a coffee with extra cold foam, she’d warmed up his scone for him, she’d given him that big, I am so friendly and excited smile when she’d dropped it and Bunny’s tepid, oily, poisoned coffee.

She’d asked, “Need anything?” with bright, white, perfect teeth.

“More staples,” Happy had replied, tapping his stapler with two fingers. It had a label on it that read DO NOT REMOVE FROM DIONDRE’S DESK.

With her gone and the coffee moved from Bunny’s desk and over to his, he leans back in his office chair with the email open. S3RPIC0’s handle has always puzzled him. Unsure if the hacker is alluding to the 1973 neo-noir crime drama that Al Pacino looked ruggedly handsome in; or if they were trying for the serpent motif. Hm. Serpent. Happy flips to the crossword puzzle on his desk. WHAT IS A DANCE THAT IS ALSO A SNAKE? Six letters. Mamba. He quickly jots it down.

Anyway, S3RPIC0’s email is encrypted, or had been, an hour ago. But now it’s plain text, and it details the interns, well, details. Real name, country of origin, specific details, a faction list tacked onto her name. Big chunks of text that he doesn’t feel like imbibing. He sips his un-poisoned coffee.

Still no real reason for her to target Bunny specifically. Happy could potentially dig. He could email back, wire transfer the hacker more money, get a little more info on how she could have slipped her way onto this base unnoticed. But, he decides, glancing at the clock, that he really, truly does not care. They’re supposed to have dinner at one of those fancy places later, where the sushi costs twenty dollars for four pieces.

When the intern whose real name he’s already forgotten (kind of doesn’t remember the fake one either) returns, he says, “Thank you,” and then pulls the taser from his pocket and gets her in the throat. Its one swift, smooth motion. Really underlines the must be new to assassination thing, because she probably should have caught his hand. Instead, she crumbles, twitching and Happy scoots back from his desk.

The operator he’d asked to hide in the big steel locker slides from it. He gets her easy, a lanky arm around her neck. There’s only a bit of struggle, which makes Happy pick up the poisoned, and deliciously un-poisoned coffee off his desk so it doesn’t spill onto his keyboard. He places the black coffee on the windowsill and watches the blond operator efficiently finish off the little spy. He’d barely broken a sweat out and his long, slender body unfolds as he stands.

“Wicked,” he says, smiling at Happy. “Haven’t do-done that in a while.”

“My treat,” Happy says blandly, finishing off the iced coffee and licking a little bit of foam from his upper lip. The operator slings the woman up onto his shoulder, stumbling slightly under the weight.

Bunny’s wife opens their joint office door, stepping inside. Now there is a woman who can wear heels all day and not suffer a single sore muscle. Oh, four letter word, shoe that is also an animal. Mule. Happy crosses over to his desk to quickly write it down. Jack steps further into the office when Bunny comes slinking in as well, pushing back her short black hair.

“Forgot my fucking coffee,” she’s snapping, mumbling under her breath when she also stops. The weird, blond operator is huffing a little under the weight of the dead body and is staring with giant, pale blue eyes. He darts them back and forth awkwardly, huffing. “Happy, what the fuck?”

“Bunny,” he replies, tapping his pen on the book of crosswords. “Have you pissed someone off recently enough they’d wanna put poison in your coffee?”

She blinks those tired eyes and looks to her wife, then the operator, who is slowly attempting to flatten to the wall and slide out of the room. It’s awkward, with the dead woman. Her head keeps flopping around, her brown hair out of the bun she’d kept it in. The operator swallows and smiles and raises a hand at Jack, who has only tilted her chin slightly and looked at him in that way she looks at people. It’s either, I have summarized every single detail of you and pinned you like a bug for examination or your shoes are untied.

“Probably,” Bunny replies, opening a desk drawer to slip out her cigarettes. She hip checks it close and the blond operator finally manages to get out the office. Happy watches the dead womans shoes clack against the door as it shuts.

[pupmemoirs]

“Oh? Just one cat?~ Hehe, well, he doesn’t sniff other animals unless they approach him first. He’s too good of a boy to be chasing anyone.”

He heard correctly, but in his own cliche notion of cat owners, he’d expect a little more than that. And for the age of this young man it would be rare to have just one Pokemon on their team, lest battling wasn’t in his plans. His hand already parked on top of Mabosstiff’s head, caressing his fur back repeatedly, content with the vouch given on Mamba’s behavior. 

“What breed are they specifically? Mamba here is a Mabosstiff, the biggest one you’ll ever see!” 

And he’s a dang proud owner of one. Even with the fair share of attention he showers on his most loyal companion his inquiries are genuine, tilting his head at what team has this man curated for himself. But of course, in his observant stance, his eyes wander to everything around him, notably the transparent bag open like that. Brows furrow in preparation of another genuine concern, interrupting his next train of thoughts as he makes direct eye contact.

“By the way, your bag’s open - wanna be careful there before you head off.”

He holds back on an ‘I hope you did that just now,’ biting down on his bottom lip as he’s been told often he worries more than he should. Doesn’t make the possibility any less quieter in his mind, a quiet whimper enough to be heard by Mamba making him look up at his dearest, the boy tucking his chin away. He’d close the bag himself, but this action is satiated with helping himself to sit beside the empty space on the bench, being a shield as if someone could just run up about now to steal that bag.

“Trainers here are weird sometimes … bids aren’t really easy and I don’t get how it works yet, so I just stick to the independent shacks surrounding the main sellers.” 

Porto Marinada, home of a new type of currency; there is an unspoken fact that students are susceptible to the regulation that the shady vendors impose on them. All made sense when the esteemed gym leader of this town was around, but that only happened scarcely. Arven’s naivety would not know all this yet, but there was always a lingering uncertainty for each time he passed the spotlighted area. The stranger didn’t seem like a regular, be that as it may of his age, the possibility lies that a certain individual could be trying to get smart with him. Shifting in his seat, Arven seems to be getting cozier, a feeling in his gut insisting he stay, and so that’s what he does. 

“I’m Arven, I go to the Uva Academy here, are you also a student? I’ve never seen you around before … unless …”

Spoken with a gentle cadence, leaning his upper half to peek under the man’s cap and chuckle the last word for open interpretation; it was also his sign of his own anxiety fleeting, basking in the calm of the comforting presence.

“Oh, hello!” Tadashi greets the dog so clearly and promptly, that a blind person would believe he was talking to a human.

For as casual as he spoke, truth was, he was intimidated for a moment; a dog without leash and of that grand caliber was no ordinary stranger to be speaking to. And the way his nose persisted to take in the air in his area made Tadashi question if he smelled the scent of Mochi who snuggled on his thighs back at home. The cat-owner part of him spikes up a smile, a nervous one from the start. But the nerves fade quickly as it was to reside; the pokemon sits so still, it seemed polite. Tadashi’s smile becomes sincere.

“Aaah~ hi~”

This time, his greeting took on a quieter chime. For as shy as it sounded, this time, it wasn’t an instinctive response provoked by fear. Funny how sounding confident was a sign of anxiety at times. And anxiety leaving made someone sound more gentle.

“You’re so cute. Where’s your owner? I hope you’re not a stray … Hmm, oh! There he is!”

He mused out in the open while performing as lookout. It brought Tadashi tremendous relief when a trainer came to their direction.

‘Sorry-’

“Oh it’s alright! Kept me company for a bit~”

Tadashi’s smile gets brighter as a small, light-hearted laugh is let loose over harmless situations like these. He turns to the animal with a ‘isn’t that right?’ look as if he’s going to get a verbal confirmation. It didn’t matter, he exchanged a glance with the dog’s beady eyes anyways to appreciate what they shared earlier. Tadashi turns to his owner and his smiling continues as he’s explained about the behavior of the canine. How interesting! Something about Tadashi called out to the creature, but what could that be? What made me interesting to him?

“Huh.”

Tadashi begins to theorize.

“Do you think he smells something on me? … I got a cat at home, maybe it’s that?”

He’s so adamant on the cliche notion of cat versus dog, that he’s not seeing his opened book bag …

[yellowlaboratory]

Are you still planning on writing the sequel to pltc, mamba? Just finished pltc and it. was. lifechanging! Loved it so much, you are amazing! In one of your really old posts you said you were working on a sequel, but I don’t see it on your Ao3? No pressure if you decided you’re done w that universe, obviously, I just mainly want to let you know that you’re such a phenomenal writer and your story made me so so so happy!!!

hello!! you are so kind alkjdfhlkasjdf and I'm so so glad you liked pltc ❤️❤️❤️ I do have a sequel with an acronym so long I shorten it to mamba in my own head 🤡🤡🤡 I haven't posted any of it to ao3 yet, but I do have the prologue and the first chapter-ish nearly finished!! I want to get some more of it written before I publish it so you don't have to wait decades between updates (lol @ some of my current wips) but it will eventually be posted!!

[8bitscarlet]

Lay Here with Me

Summary: A failed mission reminds you of your personal failure and Wanda can feel it. But every step forward together ends in a two steps back.

Genre/Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!//MINORS DNI!! Angst/Smut [fluff if you really, really squint] (smut, cussing, thigh riding, strap on use, fingering, oral sex, top!reader)

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: Part 4 of "I Hear a Symphony". Back to our regularly scheduled smut! Please DO NOT interact if you are a minor! Happy reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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You step out of the worn-down Jeep and stretch your calves with a tight grimace. They were tight after the four hour drive you had to do to get to the middle of nowhere. Tony had said this was the place Shield had a secret informant, you highly doubted he was fully on your side though. This place was full to the brim with informants who teamed up with both sides.

Natasha squints out into the sun-baked town, her hand shading her eyes from the blistering sun. A small city near the Thar desert, it was nothing but blistering heat, cracked roads, and dust storms as far as the eye can see beyond the city limits. You never could understand how people could live in this broiling heat. Even under the shade of a building, your skin feels like its drying out as sweat trickles down your neck.

The city had just faced an attack from a nearby criminal gang, the so called Mambas. They had destroyed the city’s main roads, leaving them stranded and desperate for humanitarian aid drops. Shield tasked your team with trying to learn about this new group and get an intelligence file started on them. You were the first boots on the ground since the attack and as the eyes of the city stared at you, it was easy to start to feel antsy.

“You guys know where the overpass is right?” You ask, clipping on your belt beneath your shirt to hide your weapons.

Bucky nods as he slicks back his wet hair, squinting over at you through the bright day. You’d all decided to ditch the uniforms, it was too hot for all that kevlar and leather. The uniforms would also gather more attention than what you’re already getting. You unbutton your thin button down halfway open, sliding your satchel onto your shoulder. Sam and Bucky walk towards the market place, Sam heading out to get an eye on everything and Bucky heading to his overwatch.

“Think about it, Y/N. If we don’t find him, we can die of heat exhaustion,” Nat smirks at you.

You roll your eyes and saunter over to her as she finishes packing up her gear. She holds out a canteen and you graciously take it, drinking the lukewarm water as you both head to town. The marketplace is crowded as items are being bartered around. Criers beckon people to come and spend money on their goods, everything from food to souveniers.

“Anything good?” You ask, sliding on your sunglasses and carefully glancing at the bustling crowds around you.

There’s a lull of silence as Nat taps onto your shoulder and makes her way towards a small bakery. You can smell the freshly baked bread and feel your stomach rumble, begging for more than the handful of dried fruit you had two hours ago. You follow behind her, scanning the roofs for a crouching figure you know is there.

“Oh yeah,” you hear Bucky in your ear, “Have you been doing squats, Y/N?”

You shake your head with a small grin, still unable to find him on the roofs, “Do your job, Buck.”

As you wait for Nat to finish talking up the baker, you peer inside through the window, looking at Sam glancing in the fridge for a drink. The baker's a robust man with rosy cheeks, most of his hair contributing to his beard. He’s not your guy, though. The file stated a man with a slight limp and red hair was your target. Given the sea of dark brown hair in the market, he should be standing out.

Natasha finally walks out with a small bag of treats, her fake smile dropping from her face as she crosses the threshold.

“Something wrong?” you ask, taking a piece of bread from the bag.

“The baker,” she says mid-chew, “he’s a spy. Probably for the Mambas.”

Your jaw clenches as you make your way back into the sun, “Why say that?”

“He was watching all of us. Normally he’d just be worried about Sam but… he had a dagger up his sleeve. Which would probably get in the way of kneading bread.” Nat sighs, crumbling the now empty bag, “We need to find this guy quick. I don’t know how many eyes they have here.”

There’s a small static in your ear and you glance around as Bucky speaks, “Hey, when your Spy 101 lecture is over I need cover. I think one of them saw me.”

Without looking at her, you make a nod and Natasha starts making her way to Bucky. You and Sam make quick eye contact before heading further into the marketplace. The crowd is growing thick and the heat is starting to get to your head. If you don't find this guy soon, you might have to call it until the temperatures start going down.

Stopping to feel a red shawl, someone rams straight into you without even the uttering of an apology. Turning to see what the problem is, you freeze and clench your jaw. A red headed man goes bustling past you, clenching his briefcase tightly.

“I’ve got our man,” you mutter as Bucky comes out of an alleyway and does a wide circle to get back to you.

“And so do the other guys,” Nat responds, “Get moving.”

You holler out to the man, trying to get him to stop and not freak out. The man turns, obviously annoyed that he’s being stopped. He’s about to make up an excuse for ramming into you but as your eyes connect, you can see the recognition in his eyes.

He glances towards Bucky, dressed in a jacket to hide his metal arm but obviously out of place in this heat. You hold out a hand as you feel your adrenaline spike as your body prepares for a chase. The man turns quickly and shoves his way through the crowd, trying to put distance between you and him.

Smacking Bucky’s chest with a grin you both start jogging after him, “Time for a run, old man.”

You pick up your speed as Bucky takes the outer area of the market to keep a bead on him and anyone else making chase. The crowd has thickened despite the late morning heat as you juke and weave in and out of the stands. Shoving people out of the way, you keep your eyes locked on that head of red hair. The speed is slow but the heat is already bringing a cramp through your ribs as you try to keep your breathing calm.

As soon as you break past the crowd, you hit the ground running. Bucky is calling into Nat, hopefully she’s on the move with Sam and the Jeep. You try to read the road signs you sprint past to call in your location but they’re a blur in the blinding sun, the roads becoming more degraded the further from the marketplace you get. The informant speeds around a corner and you pound the ground harder, not wanting to lose him in any of these alleyways.

Whipping around the corner, you see the catastrophe of the attack in front of you. It’s the overpass, recently taken out by the bombings. The road passed over the only river for miles and rose high above the water to connect with the highways. The only way across now is taking the dirt roads to another bridge or boating across. For the informant, he believes there’s another way.

The city has been working on clearing the rubble away to try and rebuild it, relying on the hard efforts of workers. None of these workers planned on arguing for hazard pay but as the red headed man sprints towards the overpass, he yanks a worker from his feet. Slamming the barrel of a gun to the workers head, you grit your teeth and push faster. You can’t stop, you can’t let them take that hostage with them.

Slamming past the screaming workers, you see the informant’s eyes widen as he sees that you’re not slowing down. With a panicked yell, you see his foot slip at the edge as he yanks the hostage's collar.

“Bucky, you better catch me!” You yell and dive forward with your arms outstretched in front of you.

Just barely, your fingers latch onto both of their wrists, the gun falling the deadly drop down to the river. You feel your body slide forward from the weight, clenching their hands tightly as you try and scrape your feet along the asphalt.

Pain erupts through your body as your exposed skin is tearing against the road, the heat burning into you. Bucky falls onto your feet, stopping your rapid sliding. His arms wrap around your legs as his foot catches on stable rubble and pushes against it with a yell. Your body is hanging halfway off the overpass, rubble digging into your abdomen as you watch the blood drip down your arms and start to dampen your hands with sweat. Gritting your teeth, you can hear shouting behind you as the hostage and informant are screaming to get picked up in front of you.

The redhead tries to reach out for a metal pole but fails, yanking you down further,

“Stop moving!” you snap at him as you feel Bucky’s grasp falter just slightly, sending a jolt through your heart.

The pinging of gunshots ring through the hot air, as Bucky lets out a groan. The hostage is still screaming as their wide eyes stare down at the raging river below them. You tense your arms, trying to lift them, bullets ricocheting off of Bucky's metal arm. As you shake, your elbows lock out as you fail to get them any higher.

“What are we doing here, Y/N?” Bucky yells at you, cursing as he tries to stay out of the way of the gunshots. “We have to move, the Mambas are here!”

You hear tires squeal out and the pinging of bullets on more metal. Sam yells at Nat to watch for the group coming in from the right. Gritting your teeth, you try again to pull up the informant. As hard as you try, he’s gotten himself lodged in all of the rebar and piping.

He’s stuck.

The hostage isn't in a better position, with a rebar hooking up into his pants. The only thing you can see is the pure terror that is plastered on each of their faces, hot tears streaming down the hostage's face while the informant is begs you to save him.

“They’re here for him!” Natasha yells over the gunshots, “He works for them!”

Grimacing, you let out a gasp as you feel yourself fall forward slightly as metal creaks below you, “I can get them both!”

Bucky’s foot slips and you drop another few inches before he catches on more rubble, yelling out into the hot air. The screams and gunshots are becoming too much, you clench your face tightly as you suck in a shaking breath.

Your brain is assaulted with the memories of a reticle trained on Pietro, the screaming of Sokovian civilians and the firing of the bullets. You can’t let another innocent person die.

“Shit!” you yell, and open your hand.

The informant screams, reaching out for something to grab onto. Your body lurches forward as your free hand tries to warp around your other hand. You feel the slip of the fingers through your clenched hand just as your other hand misses the hostage's hand.

All you can do is stare as they both fall into the river, the hostage’s scream blocking the world around you.

“No, no, no,” you mutter to yourself, looking into your bloody and empty hand, the nausea growing inside your stomach.

Your brows furrow as your mouth gapes open, the cold weight of dread filling your core. Bucky rips you back from the edge, grabbing your arm and yanking you with him towards the Jeep. Your brain is frozen, feet dragging along the asphalt as you're dead weight in Bucky's arms. The gunshots that fire around you don’t even register as your eyes blankly stare ahead of you. Natasha drags you into the Jeep as Sam whips the steering wheel to get the hell out of this town and to the exfil point.

When the only thing in the air is the revving of the engine, you let out a shaking breath as you feel the weight in your chest expand and the stinging of tears in your eyes. Nat looks at you with wide eyes, freezing her hand from cleaning your wounds.

“I had them. They slipped right through-.” You press your face into your hands, feeling Nat’s hand on your back as everything breaks inside of you.

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Staring at your torn skin on your hands, you shake your leg against your bar stool and replay the mission in your head again and again. You hesitated again. The same way you hesitated before Pietro was shot. Clenching your brows together, you press into the large scrape on your arm and feel the stinging pain. If you hadn’t hesitated, just dropped the informant, you could’ve saved the hostage.

You could’ve saved Pietro.

“You just wasted good alcohol.”

You glance up from your hands towards the drink on the bartop. The ice had already melted and now only a lukewarm drink sat inside that glass. With a quiet hum, you slowly swirl the dark brown liquid and begin to stand. A hand reaches for your shoulder, gently resting a cool touch on one of your many bandages, “Hey.”

Without glancing towards her, you shrug off her attempt at good faith and push the bar stool back into place as you walk away.

“Hey!”

You whip around as you grit your teeth, “What? What do you want!”

With your chest heaving and finally facing Wanda, she sees the shape that you’re in. The puffiness and redness of your eyes with tears that can’t wash the guilt from them. The way your hands shake next to you and how your lips tremble.

“Came to yell at me at how I fucked this up, too? Patronize me about how this reminds you of Pietro? Guess what?” You yell, throwing your glass into the sink, “I’m already there. You don't have to rub it in my face.”

Wanda stands still, green eyes wide with worry as she watches you collapse down into a squat and press your face into your palms.

“I didn’t come here to do that,” she whispers as you suck in sharply.

With a sharp and tired chuckle, you rub your throbbing temples and glance up at her, “I’m sorry.”

She stares at you, confusion in her face as you slowly climb back to your feet, “You’re under a lot of stress and-.”

“No, for not saving him. I’m sorry.”

You lean forward against the bar stool, resting your heavy eyes on the shelves of alcohol on the back wall. Wanda steps next to you, watching you carefully but you don’t look her way.

“Y/N,” she starts and you try to swallow the thick knot in your throat, “We can’t save everyone. But, I read the report, you tried.”

Slamming your fist onto the bar top, you shake your head, “I should’ve tried harder.”

“You wouldn’t be here.”

Both of you glance at each other, eyes resting on each other as you both understand you’re not talking about today. You furrow your brows as you watch her slowly twist her rings in the silence,

“Wouldn’t you rather have your brother?”

Her brows raise slightly with a subtle nod, “Of course, I’d love to have my brother. But you wouldn’t be here.”

You sigh, standing up straighter with your eyes still resting on Wanda. There’s pain in her eyes but she glances at all of your wounds carefully, seeing more than just your scrapes. The quiet overruns your senses, wanting nothing but to step closer to her. To pull her into you softly as you smell that relaxing lavender waft off of her. Wanda turns her body to you, lips parted just slightly as she watches you take a single step towards her.

As her hand raises out to you, Vision rounds the corner and she can see the way your jaw clenches. She grips the bar stool, turning to meet him as you watch his eyes light up when he sees her.

“Y/N, I heard what happened. I’m glad you’re alright.” He gives a small grin before glancing to Wanda, “Darling, there you are. Did you want to watch that sitcom you were talking about?”

You roll your eyes, snatching the bottle of alcohol you were drinking from the bartop and leave. Tilting the drink into your mouth, you can hear the toaster whispering about you to Wanda. Taking another two large swigs before even getting to your room, you slam it onto your desk with a heavy breath. Flopping onto your bed as your fists clench and unclench, the weight of everything setting in your body as you clench your jaw.

A door shuts down the hall and you let out a sigh, pressing your arm against your closed eyes.

“You didn’t have to leave,” the soft voice startles you but you simply move your arm with a sigh.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to see you making googly eyes at a microwave.”

Opening your eyes, you watch as her brow cocks upwards, “Is someone jealous?”

“Jealous of what?” you snap, hating how she still knows you like the back of her hand, “I have the perfect setup. I take you to bed and you leave. No strings attached, darling.”

Wanda runs her hands through her hair “You know what, cut the attitude Y/N. I was actually worried about you for a second. But everything seems back to normal and you’re still an asshole.”

You stand quickly as the words leave her lips, “Watch your mouth.”

As you step towards her, she meets you halfway, “No, you don’t get to act like that and try and make me feel bad for being in a relationship!”

You grin, resting your hands on your waist as you grip tightly, “Oh yeah, talking of that toaster, how long did it take you to get with him? A month? A week?”

Wanda hides the pain from the words behind a scoff, “Really? You’re something else, Y/N. Screw you.”

You watch her turn and reach for the door handle but she stops, auburn hair shaking as you watch her shake her head, “You know what, no! You’re not allowed to be mad. I’m sorry that you had a bad day but I don’t deserve to be the brunt of your anger. You’re the one who left! You’re the bad guy here, not me. So stop!”

Glancing away from her, you know she’s right. All the anger you feel for yourself, you’re just throwing it onto her. You’re too prideful to admit that she’s right and Wanda knows this. But the cycle runs too smoothly with each other. Every time you get closer to reconciling, to getting better, it all crumbles into spiteful anger and sex. Both of you are too scared to change it, scared of what it would mean to change it.

“You’re so busy being in your own head that you can’t get past your ego! Maybe if you stopped wearing your ass as a hat, you’d see that!”

“Hey, don’t raise your voice at me,” you snap at her, “If you hate me so much then stop sleeping with me.”

Wanda scowls at you, your scathing tone doing nothing but provoke her, “God, I hate you.”

Shoving you down onto the bed, Wanda straddles over you as her lips slam against yours, feeling her hot breath wash over your face. Your tongue swipes along her bottom lip, waiting for an invitation. She wastes no time in slipping hers past your lips, anger bringing the passion behind the kisses. At the same time, your fingers slip past the waistband of her shorts, noticing she’s wearing nothing beneath them. You chuckle, feeling the wetness on your fingers as you dip them between her folds.

“Look at you, already wet. You sure you hate me?” you growl into her neck, nipping at her pulse point as she sighs, “You’re so needy.”

You cup her face roughly, but your lips press a soft kiss against her kiss-swollen lips. She presses back against you as you feel her body tense above you. There’s too much emotion inside of those kisses, too soft to be angry.

“No kissing,” she whispers as you press your lips along her jawline.

Wanda presses you down onto the bed with a rough push, “No.” She says forcefully and you watch her head tilt as the subtlest red swirls into her green irises.

Your arms are whipped down towards the mattress, pinned above your head as you try to break her hold. Wanda rocks her hips slowly against you as her fingers run down your taut and straining arms. You hear a drawer open behind you and see the toy that floats out of it. She slides her hands down your body and watches the goosebumps rise on your skin, the way your leg twitches as she unbuttons your pants.

You watch, unable to to move as she undresses you and sets up the harness on your waist. As she yanks, you let out a hiss as the harness pinches your skin and listen to her chuckle.

“You want to be rude,” she swipes the pinched area with her tongue, “you face the consequences.”

“Let me go,” you growl out as she leans over you, her hair grazing over your face.

“Why? You can’t not be in control for one minute? You want to tell me to grind against your thigh again? To push me up against the wall until I can barely stand? Oh no,” she whispers as she licks against your jaw, her hot breath sending a shiver down your spine as your fists clench tightly, “Fuck you. I’m in control.”

She smacks your cheek sending a slight stinging through your skin as you grit your teeth. Slowly, she slides out of her shirt and guides her shorts down with an ungodly leisurely speed. You clench your arms, trying to snap her binds but you fail each time.

“The helpless look suits you, Y/N.”

Grunting, you slam your head back onto the bed, “If you’re going to get on with it, hurry up.”

Wanda glances over at you with humor in her eyes, “I’m sorry, were you just getting impatient?” You watch her climb back onto the bed as her hand wraps around the muscles on your arms, “You just wait until I’m ready.”

You sputter out in frustration as you continue to fight, watching as she leans forward. A breath catches in your throat as you feel her teeth skim against your neck, “Use your words.”

“Hurry up,” you groan out.

Wanda slides her hands down your body, gently over your bandaged wounds with a smirk, “I can see why you like this.”

Her lips guide themselves down your body as she rests herself on your thigh. Slowly, she starts rubbing herself against you, resting her hands on your stomach. Wanda feels your muscles clench as you watch her, a sly grin spreading across her face. Her face contorts with pleasure as moans escape her lips. She knows what she’s doing.

Your heart is nearly bursting out of your chest as you fight the binds still, your upper body rising through your effort. When you drop, chest heaving and panting, your thigh bounces against her wet warmth and you watch her lustful eyes flutter open to look at you. Wanda slides her arms up your body and her fingers run through your hair, leaning her body towards you, knowing that all you want is her soft skin on your lips.

She reaches behind her, unclasping her bra and leaving every inch of her silky skin bare for you. You groan out, wanting nothing but to feel her, to touch her and guide your fingers along her. Every curve, every line on her body. She knows this and the grin on her face is evil.

“I hate you,” you growl out.

With a sigh, you watch as she runs her hands up her body, squeezing her own breasts as she teases you further. Her moans are louder now and you clench your jaw harder, feeling the heat inside of you growing. She rubs harder against your thigh, your skin slick with her. Your chest rises heavily as your frustration grows. All you can do is watch and grow more and more aroused and tense.

Opening her eyes, she leans back and grips your thighs, watching you try and continue fighting her. The humor grows in her eyes as they darken over with lust. She sighs out, biting lightly onto her lip. Her eyes glow red as she leans forward, her hands running down your arms with her body so close. Trying to crane up to find her, she waves a finger in front of your face,

“No, no, no.” Wanda teases, pushing you back to the bed and twisting her wrist sharply.

You feel the hot magic wrap around your neck like a collar, pinning you closer to the bed than before. You glare at her, eyes narrowed with anger as she begins to rub against your thigh again, faster than before. Her hands grab yours, clenching them tightly as her head falls in pleasure.

Her moans fill the room, near screams as she rolls her hips faster and faster. With one last moan, she comes undone over you as her thighs begin to shake. In that moment, the magic grips tightly around you, stopping your breath for a moment as you watch her with widened eyes. Then it disappears as she sighs out, the last of her high riding away.

Before she can recover, you grab her and fling her down onto the bed. Wanda lets out a surprised squeal as you hover over her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed now.

“You think you can do that and think you’re done?” you grumble, grabbing one of her breasts in your mouth.

Wanda moans, her fingers wiggling to try and touch you. Your tongue twirls around her hardened nipple, biting the sensitive area softly.

“Shit…” she whispers out, bucking her hips towards you as you move to her other breasts and let out a hum against her body.

You grip her forefcully, grabbing her waist tightly as your other hand slips between her legs, cupping her core and rubbing gently. She sighs, gripping your shoulders tightly and pulling you closer. You suck roughly against her neck, pulling a gasp from her as you just push your fingers against her entrance.

“What do you want?” You thrust your fingers in roughly, the palm of your hand hitting against her clit. Wanda bites her lip, trying to contain her noises. Staying still, you grip her ass tightly with a loud smack, “What do you want?”

“You,” she chokes out, feeling you remove your fingers gently.

You grab her leg, pulling it up and glaring at her red and sweaty face. Lining yourself up with her entrance, you place her leg on your shoulder with a smirk.

“That’s what I thought,” you sneer as you slowly thrust inside of her, watching her fall apart in total bliss.

You groan out as you feel all the wires beginning to work, “God, you feel so good, Wanda.”

Wanda moans, feeling your slow and small thrusts as you let her adjust. Bottoming out, you can feel her walls tighten around you as she lets out a quiet groan. Leaning forward, you breathe into her ear as you take in her sweet perfume, rocking your hips slowly into her. As she lets out a shaky breath, you can hear a small chuckle from the back of her throat,

“I thought you were angry?”

You lean back and stare at her with unhumored eyes, pulling out without a word as you flip her onto her stomach. Pulling her back towards you, you bottom out without warning. Her back arches as you slap a hand against her ass, leaving a harsh red mark as you pull her back roughly. You pick up the pace, your skin slapping against each other as you grip her shoulders tightly.

“Is this why you got me riled up? You knew you’d get a good time?” You growl out.

Her moans are quieted as she presses her face into the mattress, her walls closing around you. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around her chest as your breaths fall into a rhythm. Your lips graze her ear as you guide them and press them into her neck. Wanda’s hand presses against your shoulder. You listen to her silent words and stop, pulling out as she turns and quickly straddles you.

“I said no kissing,” she warns you through her panting as she wraps her arms around your neck.

Wanda rolls her hips against you, pulling you into her as your arms wrap around her slick body. Guiding her body softly into the bed, her fingers run through your damp hair as you thrust slowly and watch her every move beneath you. Her eyes are hidden beneath her eyelids, her lip bitten to hold in her moans. You feel her fingers grip you tightly as her hips rise to meet you, your hands pressing her thighs open.

Her breath begins to shake as she holds you tighter. A guttural noise falls from her lips, her head pressing back as her eyelids begin to flutter. Wanda’s thighs begin to shiver as yours twitch and your muscles grow heavy as your coil snaps.

“That’s right,” you whisper into her, slowly thrusting as you both ride your highs.

Climbing gently off of her, you guide a long stripe down her stomach, watching her body twitch everywhere you touch her. Kneeling in front of her, her hand weakly presses against your forehead, still trying to catch her breath.

“Oh no, you pissed me off. You’re not getting off that easy.”

You press your lips against her clit, rolling your tongue along the bundle of nerves as you insert your fingers into her fluttering walls. Her mouth falls open, the moan getting stuck in her throat and leaving nothing but empty noise from her lips. Her hand rests behind your head as her thighs shake against your shoulders, her nails gripping you tightly.

Pressing your tongue against her one last time, you raise your head as you remove your hands. Gently, you thrust back inside of her and breathe out carefully,

“Open your eyes.”

And she does. She looks at you. With those green eyes that you fell for years ago. The eyes you look for across the room every day. The eyes that hated you when your lies were dragged into the light. There isn’t anymore anger or lust in them, no vicious smirk on her lips. It’s pure passion, a want and a need for you.

You grit your teeth, feeling the tightness inside of your chest and the warmth in your stomach. You lean over her, hands resting on either side of her head as your eyes flicker down to her lips. Leaning closer, her hands wrap around your shoulders and press against you. This was getting too close, the both of you could feel it. A familiar feeling growing inside of you, a feeling that never truly left. You could see the fear in her eyes because you could feel it too.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, her hand resting onto your cheek that still tingled from her hit.

You oblige, leaning down and pressing your lips against hers, sucking in all she is with a deep breath. Driving your hips deeper into her, Wanda keeps her lips on yours as she holds your face with her hands, her fingers cold against your sweating skin.

“Shit,” you groan into her, your forehead resting on hers as you feel your thighs clench while her walls grip you tightly once more.

You thrust roughly twice as you press your lips against her chest as she arches her back with a loud moan. Wanda’s hands slide around the back of your neck, your cheek resting on her chest as you let out a heavy pant, bodies riding out their highs together. Both of you are frozen together, listening to each other lay there breathless.

Gently, you slide out of Wanda as her hands slide from your neck, dropping to her stomach when you leave her. You fall back onto the bed as you toss the toy from you and just feel the moment around you. You both lay there in the silence, staring at the ceiling as Wanda lets out a soft sigh.

“Do you want to talk-,” you start but her hand rests on your arm.

“No,” she croaks out as her hand leaves you, “Just… lay here. Please.”

Her pinky wraps around yours gently as she breathes in deeply. Letting out a shaky breath, you glance over at her drowsy face as her eyelids flutter close.

"Do you remember when we talked that night on... Pietro's birthday." Wanda's croaked voice takes you by surprise, turning your head to look at her.

You nod your head, though she can't see you, "How you described grief?"

Wanda hums lightly, the noise catching in her throat as you watch her hand press against her quivering lips.

"It felt like you were drowning. Waves crashing over so hard that they wouldn't let you come up to breathe."

Glancing back to her, your heart catches in your chest as you see those green eyes staring back at you, "You remember?"

Through your sad stare, you form a soft grin on your face, "Of course, I do."

"Do you know why I called you my dead sea?"

You shrug, "Because I'm salty?"

A soft chuckle rises from inside of her, the clasping of pinkies now turning into intertwined fingers. Through a soft sigh, her tired words fumble out of her mouth, "You can't sink in the dead sea... Can't drown."

Closing your eyes, you listen to her quiet breathing next to you, feeling her fingers relax in your hand.

Peering over, your eyes wash over her sleeping face. Her breathing is shallow and calm, no furrowed brows or frowns on her face. A knot grows in your throat, as you slide your fingers from her and quietly dress. Walking back to the sleeping redhead, you gently wrap her in your covers as you fold them from the other side of the mattress. Gently, you brush the sweaty hair from her face and sigh.

Perhaps if things happened differently, she would always sleep here. She would be with you instead of being with Vision. Her hand pats the other side of the bed, looking for something, searching. You clench your brows and slide your hand against the mattress. When Wanda touches your arm, you see the sigh escape her body as the distress on her face disappears.

Stepping from the room, you go to get water for you both. Descending the stairs with thoughts circling your mind at the speed of sound, your eyes notice a body curled up on the couch. Natasha glances up from her book, closing it softly as you stop in your tracks.

“I told you not to be stupid.”

You groan, “Leave it,” trying to grab a snack and waters before you get sucked into this conversation.

“You’re lucky Stark called Vision in for something.” She follows after you, her tone quiet.

“Nat, please.”

“You can’t tell me you’re playing by the rules when you’re doing it inside of the Compound and not some motel where you park around back.”

You stand there, staring at a package of chips. These weren’t the rules you both agreed upon and yet, here you were. Nat leans against the island counter, her brows rising with importance,

“You guys can’t do this forever.”

“And why not?” you snap at her, “It’s working pretty well so far.”

It’s a lie. You both hear it in your words. She knows this isn’t what you want and it’s getting harder to convince yourself it works. You avoid the look she gives you, trying to get you to listen to your own thoughts.

“You’re both hurting each other and dragging Vision along for the ride. One of you has to drop something.”

You’re silent, balancing two cups in one hand and gripping snacks in the other hand. Walking towards the stairs, Natasha calls after you quietly,

“Make sure she isn’t late for her mission, Y/N.”

Climbing the stairs you let out a quiet sigh as your heart drops to your stomach, “Yup.”

_____________________ Part 5

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[whchenlvr]

hi, i hope you are doing well, may i request our badass sibling reader but this time with enjang cast, dean and sam (grape) please. have a good day!

i decided to add jack too cause why not 💕

joining the union. eunjang ver ;

weak hero x badass sibling gn!reader

gray yeon

you admired him. you’d never seen him in person, but when you grow up, you want to be like eunjang’s white mamba. he was the reason you started taking boxing lessons after school, especially since you would get bullied in elementary school. you met gray when you graduated to eunjang, but you had no idea what you were getting yourself into when you asked “so, who’s the white mamba?”

ben park

when ben saw you picking fights after school one day, he felt obligated to jump in. you had it handled, you always did, but to ben, you were some scrappy kid bored out of your mind… which wasn’t 100% off from the truth. you were small for your age and extremely fiery, so when you went around challenging people to fights after defeating the previous duo, ben picked you up from the straps of your backpack and carried you kicking and screaming to eunjang, where he told you that you couldn’t be reckless. it was quite the introduction, but you never had someone care about your well-being like that and grew fond of the brother-like figure ever since.

alex go

all you wanted was to sing some karaoke before going home to study for your exams. that was all. unfortunately, the dumbass in the booth next to you was either losing in a fight or doing something that was not meant to be done in a karaoke booth. imagine your surprise when you opened the door and saw one guy trying to fight four. when the dude with a scar on his nose noticed you, he immediately went into older brother mode. “get out of here, kid! it’s dangerous!” of course, you had to show him that you weren’t just any “kid” and helped defeat the rest of the people ganging up on him.

gerard jin

you were walking home one day when you heard someone fighting. you should have just kept walking, but part of you wanted to know what was going on. that’s when you realized it was 3 v 1, and the one sucker wasn’t using his hands to fight. though he looked like he was, surprisingly, winning, you couldn’t stop yourself from jumping in and helping to take down the final guy. “why didn’t you punch back?!” you scolded him as if you were the older one, and broccoli-head couldn’t help but crack a grin.

dean kwon

dad. sorry, i don’t know what came over me. You’d be walking home from school when you notice someone following you. usually, you’d turn around and beat the living shit out of them, but you recently injured your hand in a fight and knew you’d be at a disadvantage. that’s when you’d see him. “johnny!” you’d yell the first boy name you could think of and run up to him, hugging the stranger and pray he’ll play along. he caught on relatively quick and must have shot some scary look at the person following you, because when you turned back, they were gone. you learned his name was dean, and he gave you his contact in case you felt someone was following you again.

sam lee

your meeting sam wasn’t very significant. you’d been at cram school when his gang blocked all exits to search for eunjang’s white mamba, and you’d managed to take care of the few goons blocking your way out long enough to escape. of course, he had to track you down and ask how someone so young could fight so well. you refused to talk, but he was intrigued enough to pay someone to keep tabs on you at all times after that.

jack kang

you were tired one evening and decided to sit and rest your feet in an abandoned alleyway, since you hardly even saw anyone hang out around there anyway. that day just so happened to be the day jack kang decided to take a different route home from school. thinking he was some hooligan trying to sneak up on you, you’d catch him by surprise and punch him right in the face. you’d been friends ever since :)

[hoebii]

Black Mamba XI

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 2.2k Betas : @moccahobi​​ (Please the way she puts so much effort and thought into this story! I love you I love you I love you <3) Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : Very sorry for the wait but here I am! I actually had this chapter written for a while now but life decided it hates me and who am I to fight that 🤡 Anyways! Hope you guys like this one, feedback is always appreciated and I’m very very sorry for the wait <3

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You woke up gasping for air. It felt as if someone had wrapped their hands around your neck and just kept squeezing. Clawing at your throat, you felt nothing besides your own nails scratching the skin raw.

It took you a while before your brain registered that you weren’t being strangled by phantom hands - the only harm you were in would come from you and with that in mind, you finally put them down beside you on the bed. 

With trembling legs, you stood from your bed and walked to the light switch by the door, flicking it on and bathing the room in light. Squinting at the sudden light, you took a moment to gather your bearings, leaning back against the door, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your body shook from the shock. You slid down when you felt as if your legs could no longer support your weight, the plethora of emotions coursing through you becoming overwhelming.

You didn’t know how long you sat by your door, almost dozing off then and there but the moment your eyes closed, all you saw was red. 

Red on the wall, on your hands, wherever you could see. Snapping your eyes open again. Only to be greeted back into your room at the mansion where you now lived after being adopted - no red in sight. You stared at your fingers as you moved them around, forcing yourself to accept that everything was okay. Everything was as it should be.

You slapped yourself to make yourself focus on reality. Trembling as you shrunk in on yourself, as if you were hiding from them, you tried to shut your mind off. You didn’t want emotions to rule you but you couldn’t stop it from doing so either. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head vigorously when you saw red creeping in behind your lids again. You refused to stop till the images that sprung to your mind dissipated, only stopping when the dizziness got too much.

Growling when that didn’t work, you stood from your place on the floor, a hand shooting out to stabilise yourself against the door when the world spun around you as an aftermath of standing up too fast - or maybe it was also due to making yourself dizzy a few moments ago. The hand that supported you against the door curled into a fist and your lips twisted into a scowl. Not thinking, you winded your hand back and threw a punch right at the door before stopping mere centimetres away from it. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and you gently let your fist touch the wood. 

No. 

You weren’t going to destroy anything else. 

You couldn’t.  

Letting your hand fall back to your side, you took a deep breath in before exhaling. Forcing your body to relax. Your eyes darted from one place to another - observing your room as a way of distracting yourself from the war that raged on.

The memories that came back to haunt you disguised as nightmares had you reacting more than you should have. You felt as if you were drowning on dry land, ironic.

You bumped your head against the door gently a few times before letting yourself go and fully put your weight against the said object. Your eyes snapped open the moment your eyes slid shut, the images your mind conjured too much to take.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, picking at your cuticles, biting on the skin around your nails - trying to ground yourself to reality - to clear your mind. Time felt like it no longer existed around you, just a suffocating darkness creeping closer the longer you stayed there motionless. 

Growing restless, you decide to throw on a sweatshirt before leaving your room, only silence greeting you as you stepped out. You didn’t know where you wanted to go, just letting your legs lead you aimlessly through the manor. A gust of cold wind blew by, making a shiver run down your spine. You scanned the area to try and locate where it came from, realising that someone had left one of the windows in the hallway open. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to come up with a reason for why that would be the case. You wanted to investigate but when you moved to close and lock the window before continuing to roam, the window seemed to be already locked.

Did you imagine the whole thing? Suddenly you weren’t sure if anything around you was real anymore. What was wrong with you?

Your thoughts were already a mess - though you did make sure to keep an eye out for anything else out of the ordinary afterwards. Not that it would make a difference. Who knew if what you saw was what was really happening.

In your dazed state, you barely noticed when you entered the kitchen - standing by the counter, the thoughts swirling around your head were chains constricting around your entire being, rendering you unable to move. 

With your eyes glued to the marble counter in the middle of the kitchen, you let your thoughts consume you - suddenly not having any more energy to fight against them. You were miles away, distantly you felt a muted stinging sensation against your wrists but even then you weren’t sure if it was a figment of your imagination or reality.

You didn’t know how long you stood there. Finally letting yourself get lost in the darkness that encapsulated your every thought. You didn’t bother fighting against the demons that clawed at your heart, the ache increasing the longer you let it happen. It felt as if you would be forever stuck in your personal hell when something jerked you out of it.

Slowly but surely you became more aware of your surroundings, your ears finally registering the urgency of the voice that seemed to be calling out your name as they kept a firm grip on your wrist. 

Your eyes slowly trailed up from your hand to the face of the person who had pulled you out of the darkness that seemed never ending in your mind not even a second ago. 

With pursed lips and concern shining bright in his eyes, Jimin looked at you. You could feel the way his grip around your wrist got stronger for the briefest of moments before going slack again. Your eyes met his, noting the way his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a pout.

“When Tae got the bracelet for you, I don’t think it was for you to use it to hurt yourself, you know?” He spoke softly. “Actually, if I recall correctly, he got it for the opposite reason.”

“I,” you started, eyes widening a fraction when your voice cracked from not using it since you had awakened. “I wasn’t hurting myself.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at that, glancing back at where he was still holding your wrist. 

“That’s not what it looked like to me.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows. You hadn’t been hurting yourself in any way that you knew of, so why was he saying that? 

It was as if your body suddenly came alive, too fast for your brain to catch up as your muscles locked and stiffened- alarms blaring in your mind all of a sudden that someone was touching you. 

A part of you wanted to snatch your wrist away - maybe you would’ve if this had occurred when you newly came here. Now, you could somewhat control your instincts - at least to a certain degree so you wouldn’t end up hurting someone again. 

Try as you might, repressing instincts wasn’t as easy as you hoped for it to be and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet hiss, the suddenness of everything still making you try to jerk your hand away and cause a sharp stinging sensation to run up your body.

Jimin must’ve gotten surprised from your sudden reaction as he let go of your hand immediately, making sure to put some distance between you two.

Of course he would be cautious around you.

Have you forgotten the way you hurt Taehyung when you first came here? 

You’re lucky they still let you live here. 

Pathetic.

You pushed the thoughts away, though you couldn’t help the frown on your face. In midst of your self-deprecating thoughts, your gaze finally settled back on your wrist where the skin beneath the bracelet was red and raw.

When did this happen?

“I,” you tried speaking again, clearing your throat. “I didn’t realise when-“

Jimin hummed, his attention seemingly somewhere else as he walked around the kitchen, looking for something. 

“I get it, you did it without thinking right? Hobi hyung does that sometimes, lost in his own world.”

You were relieved that he seemed to understand what you were trying to say but… why was Jimin telling you this?

“Aha!” You heard- him exclaim from somewhere behind the counter where he had crouched down. His head poked up and you saw a tiny grin on his face as he looked at you. “Found it.”

“Found what?” 

“First-aid kit!” He declared as he stood up and put the said box on the counter with a thud. “Let me see your hand.”

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t have to-“ you tried to refuse but were met with unimpressed eyes of Jimin silently offering his hand for you to put yours on.

“You know, you’re a lot more similar to my hyungs than you realise. Don’t try pulling a Yoongi on me with the ‘I can do it myself’ thing. I know you can but I just wanna be able to take care of you,” he rambled on, his tone getting more filled with restrained emotions the more he went on.

Not knowing how to reply, you wordlessly put your hand on his upturned one. A shiver ran down your spine when he gripped it gently before moving the bracelet down your forearms. 

“I noticed that you don’t like taking it off so I’ll just move it down for me to be able to work properly,” he explained, as if sensing the question on your mind.

The place fell silent as he got to disinfecting and bandaging your wrist and you observing him. You tried inputting all the details of his face in your brain, not being able to tear your eyes away from how concentrated he looked. You would like to blame your past training; needing to account for every tiny detail you could find of your victims to come up with the best way to finish the job. Yet, when it came to Jimin, a part of you knew that wasn’t the reason why you were so invested in him. It was something else, something you couldn’t pinpoint. 

You didn’t realise that he was done until you heard him cough to grab your attention. Confusion running through you when you felt your face get warmer. 

Were you getting sick all of a sudden? But that’s highly unlikely.

“Thank you,” you whispered nonetheless, not wanting to speak any louder. “I’m sorry for taking up your time with this, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen in the future.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed at your words, a pout on his lips as he looked you in the eyes. 

“Nonsense, I could’ve walked past and not done anything when I saw you. I chose to do this. Don’t be sorry.” 

A beat of silence.

“Besides,” he spoke again, “I like spending time with you - you getting hurt aside. I wanna get to know you better and if you don’t want anyone else to know about this then it can be our little secret.”

A smile came on his lips. “Sounds fun, no? Secret meet ups in the dead of nights where we just spend some time together?”

You couldn’t explain the emotions that went through you at his words but you were certain that you… liked them. 

Jimin single-handedly somehow replaced the unbearable darkness that took hold of you with something light and relieving in merely minutes.

You spent the next hour or two simply sitting in the kitchen listening to Jimin talk about anything that came to his mind. You tried your best to give your input wherever you could but you were glad that Jimin didn’t seem to mind that he was doing most of the talking. 

At one point you could hear someone making their way to where the two of you were, letting Jimin know. You only watched as Jimin ran to keep the first-aid kit back to it’s original spot and darted to make sure nothing seemed out of ordinary around the kitchen. 

He crouched behind the counter and motioned for you to join him, signalling you to keep quiet as the two of you stayed there in silence. You could hear the tiny giggles leaving his lips as the person entered the kitchen before doing whatever they needed to do - you tried to peek but Jimin tugged on your shirt to keep you still.

It was only when you informed him that the other person had left and that you could no longer hear their footsteps did he spring up from his hiding spot laughing. His joy, so endearing and wholesome that it made you crack a small smile though you could feel doubt starting to rise anew at the back of your mind.  

It scared you, how much you had started to like living with them. 

Nothing good ever lasts and all this… happiness?

Could you say that was what you were feeling? 

How long will it last this time?

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