#But Scout is mortified

[speedy-scout-is-cool]

get lost or im gonna draw your mother again.

HEY DONT U DARE BRING MY MA IN TO THIS

[findmeinthefallair]

One great thing about having a history of helpful therapy sessions is being able to envision similar scenarios for Hunter.

He and le therapist could be doing Inner Child work, going through a painful childhood memory of his, related to being at the castle, and the therapist could invite him to imagine himself entering the memory: as his current 16-year-old, 17-year-old or 18-year-old self.

Some examples of what the therapist might suggest, depending on how directive they'd want to be:

"What if we go in and help 6-year-old Hunter, and give him what he needs?"

"See if you can carry him out of his room, and take him someplace safe."

"Where would you like to take him?"

"How is he feeling?"

"How do you feel as you're doing all this?"

"What might he need from you at this moment?"

"What does he feel like doing now?"

"What could you do to help him feel appreciated?"

The purpose of such sessions would be to connect with the emotion of feeling safe, to heal some of his wounded inner child using the power of imagination and imagery rescripting, and bring new and different perspectives to traumatic memories.

One of my therapists in the past told me that the general rule is: the earlier the memories that one works on (e.g. from age 4, 5 or 6), the easier it might be to unclog and process other traumas. Because the client's many younger selves would be holding on to less baggage, and the wounded inner child gets to heal a little more, grow up and mature.

I've tried this with a few clients in my past work and the threshold that is the scariest for them to cross is to reawaken the love they have for their inner child (and therefore, themselves). In order to reach the catharsis of that warm moving feeling of love, they must first experience the worst of the grief/loss, i.e. the reality that their younger self did not have their needs met, which is one of the saddest things anyone can experience. I guess that's where the saying "the night is darkest before dawn" really applies. But once they get a taste of what it feels like to love oneself, it's a whole new great experience and they want more.

[gophergal]

I keep forgetting to post these! So, here are the Merc paintings I did for class projects lmao

They're mini studies of artists. In order: Nebojsa Zdravkovic, Michael Borremans, Michael Leonard, Odd Nerdrum, and Masami Teraoka

[xitty]

Lolol, Aira thought he had been sneaky and that Eichi and Rei didn't know Aira had bought their merch too. Eichi and Rei went "futile efforts, we've known since long ago". 😂

[stgroversfire]

in fucking tears i played my scout playlist while cooking with my friend and naturally sexbomb came on and i just never considered that he had never heard it? and he just turns to me and says "what the fuck is this" and i didnt think i'd have to defend myself here

[rafesangelita]

hi victoria!!! i love ur pogue!sweetheart!reader and i was wondering if u could do a lil hurt/comfort thing where one of rafes friends tells reader she talks too much/is too loud and she gets super upset? i’m a super big crybaby and i talk a LOT and i’d love to see how you write how rafey defends n comforts her :,)

warnings: protective!rafe, topper and kelce are pretty mean in this one >:(, rafe defends you <3, sight angst, fluff, rafe being the king of reassurance

a/n: i have personal beef with anyone who tells ppl to quiet down when they’re excited for something, or just naturally outgoing. also idk how to play poker so excuse the way i explained it if it’s incorrect lol

before you, friday nights were always reserved for rafe and his friends, the group of them either going out for a beer or staying in and betting money on card games. but now? rafe spent his friday nights buried inside of you, both of you laughing and kissing each other in the dark until one of you fell asleep first. and rafe wouldn’t have it any other way. his friends however, weren’t very fond of your boyfriend choosing you over them.

which would explain their impromptu visit while you two were mid-makeout session. “so this is why she has you locked away, huh?” you jumped, rafe covering you with a throw blanket as he slipped his shirt on. “what the fuck, guys?!” rafe glared at kelce and topper, your skin hot with embarrassment. “you left the door unlocked, playboy.” topper pushed a twelve pack of beers into rafe’s chest, the pair of friends walking to the kitchen.

“are you okay, baby?” rafe leaned down, wanting nothing more than to sucker punch his idiot friends for making you feel mortified. “i’m in my bra and panties!” you whispered, scrambling up from the couch and running up the stairs to rafe’s bedroom. rafe pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing under his breath before meeting topper and kelce in the kitchen. “y’all should’ve called me or something.” his tone was harsh, kelce holding his hands up defensively.

“she has you so pussy whipped bro, would you have even answered?” no, the answer was no. “it doesn’t matter, you two shouldn’t have walked in like that.” topper scoffed, popping open a can of beer. “chill, man, we just came to see our boy,” kelce slapped rafe’s shoulder, “and beat your ass at poker.” he added. rafe laughed, muttering a ‘not a chance.’ before going upstairs to check on you. “y/n?” you were fixing your disheveled hair, your lips still swollen from your previous activities.

“hey..” you turned, rafe pulling you in for a hug. “why don’t you come downstairs? be my lucky charm for the game we’re gonna play.” you shook your head, recalling topper’s words from earlier; ‘so this is why she has you locked away, huh?’ locked away? really? “i better not, you should go have your ‘bro’ time, i know it’s been awhile..” you smiled, hoping he didn’t catch the way your gaze faltered. he did. “i want you with me.” he pecked the tip of your nose, your eyes shutting momentarily.

“what if they don’t, though?” rafe was already dressing you, waving off your words. “well then they can leave.” he shrugged. you sighed, letting him walk you downstairs where topper and kelce had the game set up on the table. “the girl scout is joining us?” you didn’t miss the way topper exchanged looks with the boy on his right. “yes, she is. is there a problem?” kelce mumbled a ‘no.’, followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.

rafe pulled you onto his lap, the guys starting the game as you rested your head against his chest. you didn’t know a thing about poker, your lips quirking every time your boyfriend shouted excitedly. “there’s no way!” topper slammed his losing cards on the table, “i have nothing!” kelce was getting frustrated, the chances of him winning decreasing with each turn. “if i flip this card and it’s right, i take all of this.” the guys had already put in well over four hundred dollars, the tension in the room incredibly thick.

“with this money we’ll get you that mixer you been wanting, how does that sound?” you nodded, both you and rafe leaning forward in anticipation. as soon as rafe turned his last card over, you screamed, jumping up as topper and kelce heads fell down in defeat. it was the first time you had even opened your mouth tonight, and kelce wasted no time in shutting you down. “calm down, do you really have to be so loud?” your smile dropped, along with rafe’s. “forreal.” topper glared at you before pushing the money in your direction.

“what’s up y’all’s asses? she’s just cheering,” rafe pulled you to his side, “just a reminder that you two came here on your own accord and interrupted us, not the other way around.” in that moment you felt like a little girl again, always having someone to tell you to quiet down and suppress your excitement. you couldn’t help the tears from welling in your eyes, their judgmental looks making you want to disappear. prior to you and rafe being together, topper and kelce had always been nice to you, but all of that seemed to go out the door when your boyfriend stopped participating in their little get togethers.

“we hardly see you anymore, bro, we just don’t understand why she can’t lay off sometimes.” topper looked over at you, his jaw ticking as rafe laughed bitterly. you couldn’t believe your ears. if only they knew how much you encouraged rafe to hang out with them. “has it ever occurred to you that maybe i rather spend my time with my girlfriend than hanging out with you two? get the fuck out of my house.” topper and kelce looked like they were at a loss for words, both of them apologizing to you under their breath.

“and not that it matters anymore, ‘cause you two are so convinced that she has me trapped in her evil lair somewhere, but she encouraged me to come down here by myself before i dragged her along with me. you don’t even know what you’re talking about.” rafe basically pushed them out before shouting, “and i’m keeping the beers assholes!”

rafe shut the front door, making sure to lock it this time before he scooped you up in his arms. “don’t cry, sweetheart, they’re both idiots.” you sniffled, laughing softly. rafe smiled at the fact that he knew how to make you feel better. “talk my ear off while i order that mixer, i love hearing your voice.”

[craftyfaecreature]

Durge: I have memory loss. I don't remember anything from before the tadpoles.

Companions: Yeah everyone is forgetful sometimes.

Shadowheart: Not being able to remember your past is totally normal. Preferred even.

Durge: I have insatiable bloodlust and a need to murder.

Lae'zel: Yes that is normal and preferred too.

Astarion: Dew it!! *Giggle* murder is fun!

Other Companions: I get it, I've been cut off in traffic before.

Durge: I blackout some times and when I come to I have done something terrible I didn't mean to do.

Gale: Oh that happened to me once! I swear I don't remember eating that whole package of girl scout cookies! Tara was mortified!

Wyll: That hasn't happened to me in a long time. My wine tolerance has increased a lot in the past few years.

Durge: *blacks out, murders someone by stabbing them repeatedly and bathing in their blood.*

Companions: *Surprised Pikachu Face*

[cryptidcasanova]

Lover Boy

Mob!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: It's the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky.

Warnings: Angst, light Smut, Language, Possessive Bucky.

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The poll results are in, and I couldn't help but think this might be a good way to remedy both sides.

You were mortified.

One hand fisted against quivering lips, and the other gripped at your clutch. As if anything else could go wrong tonight. Shaky steps guided you down the carpeted stairs.

There was another gala, another meeting of the power players in town. And it was another night wasted at the hands of James Barnes.

You hated how much you cared for him. You still cared for him even after all the stunts he pulled to pull you away from the Maximoff heir. Always had.

Ever since you were kids, you remembered having that love-sick look in your eyes. You grew up with inner-circle families and were friends with Rebecca, Sarah, and their brothers. And Bucky? Well, shit, he was always there with his dark hair and curious eyes. It was hard not to fall for him.

Even as you grew up, numbing yourself to the reality of the business and the choices that came with it, you couldn't ignore him forever. You knew that Bucky was raised to be powerful, honorable, and frightening. You knew the stories – of all the beautiful women who couldn't tie him down longer than a night or two. You knew how he flaunted some new girl at every event. It was hard not to overhear them whispering among the men.

'What about her?' and the laugh on his hips saying, 'She's just a family friend. Don't worry about her; I'd never be with her like that.'

You knew he would break your heart, and still. You loved him.

Again, mortified.

He was your first kiss on some lonely night when you couldn't help but ask him. But that had been ages ago. He was grown now, the head of the family and the king of his empire.

But there was something different about tonight, something predestined that started long before you stepped outside your door. It started out as Sam's idea weeks before, in the same bar where you ended up every weekend.

He wanted to try and get you to mingle among the local 'rabble-rousers' as if he pretended not to be one of them. Your laugh at his suggestion pulled Steve and Bucky's attention from across the bar.

"You want me to do what, exactly?" You teased. "Throw myself in the way of wealthy investors and scout out the competition? That's much more up Nat's alley; there's a reason why they call her the Black Widow, you know –"

"No, nothing like that," he shook his head, that charming grin on his lips. Once Sam got an idea, it took a lot of work to dissuade him. "Look, there's more to this life than watching shipments and making small talk with the hens in town." He paused, knowing all the time you spent logging backorders and saving face with the mercs' wives. "I want you to be happy. We all do."

You leaned against the bar, pressing your palms against the hardwood.

"So you think it's time for me to settle down?" You challenged with a smirk. "Get married to some silver-spoon jerk upstate?" Sam's smile turned close-lipped as he noticed the other's approach.

"We could help you find a good one." At least he sounded hopeful.

"In this town?" Steve overheard, tapping his beer on the hardtop. "You're gonna need all the help you can get."

Your sneaking suspicion grew as they hounded like vultures. You looked from Sam to Steve with weary eyes. The only one with less enthusiasm was Bucky. Bucky, who usually was primmed with pressed shirts, was tired. His hair fell into his face, his shirt wrinkled, and his tie long discarded at one of the tables.

"You want to help me find a man?"

Bucky looked to his friends with a hooded expression, letting his hand reach out before him. With the click of his tongue, he softly smirked.

"We'll help you find a man. Have we got a deal, doll?"

It was a business handshake, one full of promise. And as soon as you grasped Bucky's hand, one you'd come to regret.

You didn't expect their advice to work so well…or so quickly.  

At the gala, Bucky strolled over with that sly walk and pressed navy suit, conveniently carrying your favorite drink in hand after Pietro ordered you both dirty martinis. You never cared for the drink, but you weren't about to tell him that. But trouble started when Bucky slid between you with that close-lipped smirk.

"They must have made a mistake at the bar," He explained with a shrug. "I remember you liked these. Here, doll." Bucky said, swapping out the drink in your hand before sliding away. No one could fault you for your eyes lingering on him as he walked back to Sam and Steve.

Later in the night, when you were dancing along and finally falling into a rhythm with Pietro, Bucky interrupted again. It was the turn of the tides, the slow pace of the music building, until it felt like one of the underground clubs.

All the weeks spent flirting and learning more about the Maximoff family were crumbling before you. You were a fool to think it would last.

The music built to the familiar strum of old songs you used to listen to, and before you knew it, Sam, Natasha, and half the crew surrounded you on the dancefloor, pulling you away from your date. And it was all orchestrated by Bucky, leading them like a pack of wolves. You knew that look, the suave pull of his hand through slicked-back hair. And then, before you knew it, you were dragged away from the dancefloor.

"Hey," Pietro called over the music, pulling you to the side. "I like you. I do, but this isn't working."

"Wait –" You tried, reaching for his arm. But he was quick to deflect, and embarrassment warmed your cheeks.

"Whatever you're looking for," his eyes moved from Bucky and dropped when you noticed. He looked down with a sad smile. "Whoever you're looking for, I hope you find it."

It felt like a knife twisting in your chest.

"Please don't go."

But it was too late. Your plea was lost as he pushed himself away. Everyone saw it. All your friends' efforts and your attempts to find the one were wasted. Your feet carried you away too fast to notice the somber look Steve gave Bucky.

"You're running out of time, punk."

The city lights passed in a blur as a taxi drove you farther from the gala. The searing ache in your chest left you confused.

For years, you dreamed of Bucky Barnes, hope a dangerous feeling companion of yours. But you knew how he felt. You were nothing more than a friend; he had made that abundantly clear. But you couldn't cut the tether, even while someone else caught your interest. Pietro Maximoff was handsome and kind and loved his sister more than the world. But with Bucky's interruptions, it was no wonder why he didn't want to get involved.

But it still hurt.

A sob was swallowed back, but you couldn't stop the tears from rising. You were pitiful. It was the last time you'd ever ask the guys for help.

But the thought was gone with the sudden screeching of brakes. It made you hold on to the headrest in front of you. Trying to peer around at the commotion, you didn't expect to be cut off by two black SUVs. A moment later, a ringed hand banged on the taxi's hood.

"Get out of the car."

You knew that voice. And as you looked through the windshield, you could see Bucky Barnes peering back.

He was as poised as he was at the party, and the sharp look had you bracing the seat. The bitter spark of rejection caught the light, burning into brutal frustration. You didn't want to talk to him. You didn't want to see him. Not now.

"No."

He tilted his head to the side at the challenge.

"Get out of the fucking car." Bucky gritted. "I need to talk to you."

His voice was teetering dangerously into territory you had only heard about. It was his back rooms, no nonsense voice that snapped you back into the moment. Like hell it would work on you. So it was to be a standoff, one that that you weren't ready to back down from.

Once Bucky realized your position, he took a new approach. You could hear his intentional steps against the pavement as he reached the driver. He didn't say anything but dug into his pants pocket, his fingers flicking through his wallet smoothly.

"Unlock the car," Bucky ordered, pressing cash bills against the window.

The immediate click of the locks didn't help your bellyache, nor did the split second of peace you had before Bucky forced the door open and pulled you out of the cab.

"Are you crazy?" You barked, forcing him to release you as the cab sped off in the other direction.

But you were left in the middle of the road in Barnes territory, the sweep of their dark SUVs cutting off any chance to get out of this conversation.

"What's gotten into you?"

"I didn't want you to leave the party." He explained, his words softer now. "Not like that."

You couldn't believe him. You followed their advice to try and bag a good guy, but to what end?

"What?" You dared to challenge. "I don't know what you want from me. I'm not in the mood, James."

The curl of his name lingered, making your intentions clear. You never called him by his first name. And Bucky didn't like it one bit.

"Let me take you home."

As if you had a choice.

You choked on a frustrated snarl, wanting to hide and cry away your worries and wanting to claw at him like a villain. You hated it. You hated the pressure of his eyes, blue and dark against the night, to get in the car.

So you lifted your head high, took a steeling breath, and walked ahead of him. You were separated from the rest of the world in the backseat of his company car. The divider was a saving grace. You didn't want one of the drivers to see you like this.

But Bucky followed behind so quickly, getting in and closing the door before you could protest for space. You chose to stare out the window instead of looking back at him. The car lurched forward, and you took a moment to find balance.

"You're unhappy."

"No shit."

"Please," He started, turning his shoulders in toward you. Even out of the corner of your eye, you knew he wouldn't let this go. "Please talk to me. Don't close me out. I hated seeing you leave like that. Whatever Maximoff did, I'll fix it."

"You can't fix it!" You finally said, turning to him and gripping his shoulder in frustration. "You say you want me to be happy, to find someone, and then manage to scare off anyone that has the potential to do it." As your voice raised, heat radiated from your cheeks down your neck. His eyes were wide, listening to your grief. "He left because of you. It's not like you have feelings for me. What's the matter with you?"

You couldn't stand to look at him, not when he was so close. His cologne burned your nose, and you desperately needed him to get out of your system.

"Doll," Bucky breathed. He inched his way closer, not letting the anger of your words settle over him. "What if I did have feelings for you?" You would almost call his stare desperate. And then you confirmed it as his shoulders dropped, turning toward you. "It's all that I've wanted to tell you. And I can't see you with him." He admitted.

He moved with purpose all night, not intending to ruin your time with Pietro but to show you that he was the one who needed you. He should have been the one to hold you between dances and order you fine drinks. He should have picked you up so that you would never dare to get in a yellow cab.

But you weren't some wilting flower. You knew the risks of your following words.

"We're friends, Buck."

You held yourself together. You were strong and brave and gripping your heartstrings.

"Yes," He agreed. "But we…"

And for once, he was at a loss of words. The years wasted pining after him would finally be out in the open. You could finally be free of his torment. His eye contact was overwhelming; if he looked away, you would disappear.

"Look, We've been friends for a long time." And with an ounce more of bravery, you sighed. "But I'd like to be more than friends." You admitted. "I want to be so much more than that."

You were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But Bucky leaned closer in earnest, over the seat and bringing his face close. There was no teasing, no torment in his expression.

And with the tip of his chin, you were lost, pulled tight into a kiss and letting it blossom as cold metal snaked around your waist. You dreamed of his touch, and it burned down your throat like honey whiskey.

When you opened your eyes, Bucky had moved. He was no longer in the seat, now chest to chest with you. He was kneeling in the cramped space, the divider shielding you from the driver and the outside world.

"Do you know why Sam offered to help in the first place?" His words were slow as he pulled away, loud enough to hear. "Do you know why Steve jumped on board and corralled us to join? It's because he is tired of me dragging my fucking feet."  

"Bucky-"

But he closed the space for another set of slow kisses, deep and intentional.

"I've been an idiot." He admitted. "The guys know how I feel about you. I think they've always known." Another kiss as you pulled back, gripping the shoulders of his jacket. Expensive fabric under your fingertips, hot breath against yours. You were dizzy.

"And you agreed to help with this idea." You noted.

It wasn't a question, no challenge in your words. He agreed to help find you a man. Bucky took a hefty exhale.

"You know the business. It's not safe –" but you raised your hand with a groan, not buying his excuse.

Your fingers brushed over the curve of his chin, the sharp line of his beard a welcome sensation. God, you only ever dreamed of this. You savored the feel of him, your hand moving up his ear and combing your fingers through his air. Buck's eyes were darker than you've ever seen, his open mouth curving up in awe.

"'s not safe." He whispered. "I'm not gonna put you through that."

It was a weak defense. You knew the coterie of mercs, the warehouses, the shipments. You knew all of it and were aware of the danger. But it wasn't like you could cut ties and leave your life behind. You weren't sure you even wanted to.

"You wanted me to find someone else?" You dared to ask. The whisper died as he shook his head.

"All this deal did was make me jealous." He affirmed. "And tonight," His eyes raked down your frame. He never did finish his thought as lust washed over him. A breath passed between you two. "I never meant for you to hurt over it."

The limited space lets you mimic his actions, noting his heaving chest, blue eyes, and the pout of his kissed lips. How he kneeled down in front of you, crowding your space, made you dizzy. While your mouth curved up into a wanton grin, you couldn't help but chase another kiss.

Each touch melted the last of your anguish. The night was long forgotten as soon as he pressed forward, flattening you against the back of the seat. While you pulled up for air, his other hand moved to cup your chin. And then, with your eyes locked on his, he tilted your chin, eyes staring into the roof of the sedan as you felt lips against your jaw.

Hot, languid kisses burned against your pulse. The scrape of his teeth and burn of his beard drove you wild. And as he pulled back, his hand released your chin, following a mesmerized pattern down your skin.

The palm of his hand cupped your neck, down your shoulder, pulling down the thin strap of your dress. Your soft skin was on display, and Bucky's expression was wonderous. But his hand continued mapping, cupping the curve of your breast. A tactful squeeze left your head falling against the seat, a soft gasp on your lips, and your hand blindly reaching up to cover his. With a sharp breath, you found his eyes again. His pink lips were parted, eyes pleading with you.

You knew Bucky was a man of action, but this was uncharted territory. Your nod and an affectionate squeeze of his hand pulled him from his reverie.

He needed more, craving your skin. And as his hand fell from your chest to a solid grip on your ankle, you craved his exploration.

Shallow breaths were traded for deep, hungry kisses. Years of longing, of yearning for his touch and affection, finally were coming to a head. The brush of his tongue left your mind reeling, and regardless of the heat, a trail of goosebumps followed the path of his hand. Under your dress, he lingered over the smooth skin of your calf, over your knee, up your thigh, and to the meat of your hip. Rough, dexterous fingers carved prints into your skin hot enough to burn.

You refuse to miss a moment, eyes fixed on Bucky's as his palm covers the top of your thigh, the intention sitting heavy in your stomach. A live wire of nerves, you can feel him from the heat of your cheeks buzzing down to your toes.

And then, palming where you needed him most, your mouth dropped open with the softest of moans.

Bucky's eyes are wide, but it doesn't last as he finally lets himself get lost. As his eyes close, you admire the curve of his nose and his soft, dark eyelashes. But Buck is greedy, and as he peels his way under the cloth of your panties, you, too, close your eyes. Fingers are nimble, caressing your dripping seam under the dress.

You're a vision.

Convulsing under his touch, rogue pulls off his fingers drip honey down your thighs. Your breath is heaving, and your chest is dangerously close to falling out of the dress. Bucky finds refuge by rubbing slow, devastating circles against your clit. Every hitch of your breath and moan spur him on until you are staring at him with such reverence he thinks he'll collapse.

There's a magnetism, the long-lasting chemistry drawing you nearer to him. He swallows your moan as he slides a finger inside. You're in a desperate frenzy, pulling him close and arching into his body. He spurs on a need you've never had, demanding his smoldering kiss as you shake in his arms.

He's all you've ever wanted. You're crazy to think it could have ever been anyone else.

And then the car jerked to a stop.

There's a breathless laugh as he pulls away, Bucky's forehead resting on yours. You kept a hand on his cheek, thumb brushing his chin. Maybe, if you just ignored it, the outside world would go away.

That is, until you see a porch light turn on from your periphery. You try not to let embarrassment flood your system as you realize your situation, with one of your closest friends knuckle deep in the back seat.

Bucky doesn't share your distress.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, finally pulling his head back. Bucky smiled. His fingers lingered longer before pulling away, leaving you empty and wanting.

You must have looked as desperate as him, finally looking down at the brutal strain in his pants. But you had no time to overthink as his fingers carefully plucked at your dress strap. He was putting you back together, smoothing out the burn of his touch as he sat up.

If you begged, you were sure that he'd ravage you right there in the seat. But you tilted your head to look outside. You needed a distraction, anything to regain your good sense.

As you focused on the brownstone, you knew where he took you. You were in front of his house – the Barnes family house. He said he was taking you home.

"This isn't my place."

His smirk reached his eyes, and as he pulled open the door and jumped out, his gaze was fixed on you.

"For fucks sake, doll," Bucky's eyes were soft, still blown out. He held a hand out. "We've known each other our whole lives. I'm crazy about you. Are you gonna come up with me or not?"

And with an ardent stare, as if he hung the stars himself, you reached for his hand.

[antlerlad]

in which the inquisitor is a little too comfortable around her vhenan.

image description in alt text and also below the cut

A 4 panel comic. Panel 1: The camera is framed so that Cassandra Pentaghast's head is in the bottom of the panel, and the subjects of the panel - Inquisitor Lavellan and Solas - are in the back. Solas hands the Inquisitor a paper and says, "Good morning. I brought the latest reports from the scouts." Inquisitor Lavellan puts her hand on the small of his back and says "Ah, thank you. Good boy." Panel 2: The Inquisitor, realizing what she just said, has an absolutely mortified expression, and so does Solas. In the background, Cassandra and Varric Tethras stare on in varying states of shock. Panel 3: A close up of Cassandra (horrified and blushing) and Varric (shocked, but thrilled by how hilarious this is). Panel 4: A shot of all four of them. Solas looks away from everyone else with a thousand yard stare and thinks, "Is this it? Is this how it all finally ends?" The Inquisitor has turned to yell at Varric, who is saying "DORIAN'S NEVER GONNA FUCKING BELIEVE THIS" and cackling. The Inquisitor interrupts him by saying, "NOT A WORD, TETHRAS." Cassandra is refusing to look at anyone, and says weakly, "Could someone point me to the nearest body of water so that I might drown myself."

[belit0]

Helloooooo my loveee!!!

I have a tiny idea. How would Indra+Madara react as warlord/clan leaders as they are ; to a non-ninja y/n that randomly gets in to their meeting of war tactics to deliver sth that they forgot at home (maybe a parchomen or just simply food) and then the map catches her eyes , she looks through the table and points out every flaw in their plan and outwits them BADLY? My girlie is smarrtt~~ ✨️

~~🥥 anon

ajsdhaksjhdad little (y/n) humiliating warlords yessssss queeeeeeeeeen

Indra

The candlelight wavered, shadows curling along the edges of the war table. The scent of aged parchment and burning wax thickened the air as warriors argued in hushed tones, their voices clipped with tension. Indra remained still, his fingers loosely curled against the wood, his eyes half-lidded but razor-sharp as he listened.

Then, the door creaked open.

Heads turned—some in alarm, others in annoyance—but Indra? He did not flinch, did not even shift his gaze as she stepped in.

-You forgot this.- Her voice cut through the weighty silence, unimpressed as she set a folded parchment before him.

It should have ended there. She should have left.

But she didn’t.

Her eyes flickered over the map, scanning the formation with the ease of someone reading a recipe, and then—she frowned.

Indra caught it instantly. A minute crease between her brows, the slow tilt of her head. He recognized that look—it had led to far too many of his miscalculations being mercilessly pointed out in private.

-What?- His voice was low, almost a warning.

She didn’t answer. Not immediately. Instead, she leaned forward, resting her fingertips against the table, studying the positioning of their forces.

Then, without so much as a preamble—she spoke.

-This positioning is wrong. If you push your forces here, you’re giving them a natural chokehold. They’ll collapse your front line within the first wave.

The room stilled.

Indra’s warriors, seasoned men with decades of battle experience, gawked at her. A non-ninja—a woman who had never held a blade in war—had just casually unraveled their strategy.

One of them scoffed. -That’s absurd. We accounted for—

-Accounted for what?- She cut in, tapping a section of the map. -This terrain? It’s unstable. Flooded last season. If your scouts actually did their job, they’d know the riverbank shifted, meaning this pathway here—her finger trailed—is the real weak point. You’d be slaughtered before even making it past the ridge.-

Indra’s fingers stopped tapping.

A long, pulsing silence followed. His warriors stiffened, waiting for him to shut her down—to correct her.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he exhaled very slowly, tilting his head to finally meet her gaze.

-And what do you propose, then?

It wasn’t condescension. It wasn’t dismissal.

It was a test.

She stared back, unyielding. -I’d shift forces here. Use the ridge as bait. Let them think they have the advantage, but fortify the opposite side where the land is drier. Cut off their retreat and force them into a pincer movement.-

A flicker of something unreadable passed through Indra’s eyes.

Then—he smirked.

The expression was almost lazy, except for the glint of undeniable interest beneath it.

-Hn. Not bad.

She narrowed her eyes. -Not bad? I just saved you from an embarrassing defeat.-

One of the men coughed. Another looked absolutely mortified.

Indra only hummed, reaching out to take her wrist casually, thumb stroking her pulse in a way that was both intimate and possessive.

-Stay.- He murmured, half-command, half-invitation. -Since you seem so eager to correct me, let’s see if you can do it twice.-

His warriors exchanged glances.

They had just lost their authority over war councils, hadn’t they?

Madara

The war room wasn’t quiet.

It was a storm of voices—men arguing, pointing, strategies colliding in a whirlwind of opinions. At the center of it stood Madara, arms folded, watching his council rip each other apart over the details of his plan.

It was tedious.

Then, the door slammed open.

The room jerked to a halt.

-You forgot your food.

Madara barely had time to turn before a small bundle hit his chest—rice wrapped in cloth, still warm. He caught it without thinking, fingers tightening instinctively around it as she stood before him, utterly unfazed by the sea of gaping warlords around her.

A civilian had just stormed into a war meeting.

His warlords looked at him, some clearly awaiting his wrath, others looking like they were contemplating the nearest exit.

Madara simply sighed, unfolding the cloth with a pointed glance. -You do realize I’m conducting a war meeting?-

She rolled her eyes. -You also forget to eat when you’re being stubborn, so here we are.-

A snort. One of the younger commanders barely muffled it.

Madara glanced at him.

The snort immediately died.

Good.

But just as he turned back, he caught her staring—not at him, but at the map.

The familiar look of displeasure crossed her face.

And then—she laughed.

Low, under her breath, almost mocking.

-Oh, this is bad.

Madara’s eye twitched. -Excuse me?-

She leaned forward, shamelessly moving one of his daggers aside to get a better look. -This formation—it’s reckless. You’re leaving your left flank open.-

The room turned to ice.

Madara’s fingers tapped once against the wood. Slowly. Dangerously.

-Is that so?

-Yeah.- She flicked her fingers over the parchment. -And this? If they notice this gap, they’ll flank you before you can even reinforce your cavalry. You’ll be surrounded.-

Madara’s lips parted—then pressed into a firm, irritated line.

She was right.

Absolutely, annoyingly right.

One of his warlords looked like he wanted to crawl under the table. Another had gone pale.

Madara let the silence stretch before exhaling sharply, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the sting of defeat.

Then, with an almost lazy motion, he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

-Hn. Then fix it.- His voice was low, almost amused—but there was an edge of daring to it.

She blinked. -What?-

-You heard me.- His grip on her hip was firm, possessive. -If you’re going to ruin my plan, at least have the decency to make it better.-

The warlords exchanged nervous glances.

They had all lost their dignity today.

[carlos-in-glasses]

Rhythms

124k, 17 chapters, E, complete and on Ao3.

TK swoons when he discovers a sentimental scrapbook full of notes he and Carlos have left for each other – but he also unearths a book of poems that closeted teen-Carlos wrote about his struggles, including a few dedicated to his high school crush. An adorably mortified Carlos recalls the stir he caused when he was published anonymously in the high school paper, and everything he went through to write his wedding vows for TK years later. With TK as a hype-man, maybe Carlos can embrace his creative side again.

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Chapter 1 - Love Heart: The day after TK and Carlos’ first wedding anniversary, TK is sent home from work sick. Back at the loft unexpectedly, he makes a surprising discovery about Carlos.

Chapter 2 - Club Can't Handle Me: In 2011, sixteen-year-old Carlos is both in the closet and in his high school’s wrestling team – and it’s all a bit too much. Perhaps against his better judgment, he turns to poetry and makes a decision that will change his life.

Chapter 3 - Crossroads: Daydreaming about his wedding vows mid-drive, Carlos gets pulled over for a traffic violation – and Gabriel isn’t happy. Reunited with TK, Carlos might be lost for words, but he finds another way to express his love and desire.

Chapter 4 - The Wrestler: Carlos’ poems are published – and he quickly learns there’s no putting the genie back into the bottle.

Chapter 5 - A Gay Fantasia: In the aftermath of being abducted by a serial killer, Carlos reflects on recent events and resumes work on his wedding vows.

Chapter 6 - La Tormenta: Carlos is devastated when Scott gets a girlfriend, and he finds himself in another snowballing situation.

Chapter 7 - Soulmates: When TK has a Huntington’s disease scare, Carlos finds he knows exactly what to say. But will it help him with his writer’s block when it comes to his wedding vows?

Chapter 8 - Man of Mystery: It’s the day of the Lake View High School Talent Show – and will the real Shadow Poet please stand up?

Chapter 9 - Crush: In 2011, it’s make or break for sixteen year old Carlos at the talent show. In 2024, TK becomes the hype man Carlos had needed over a decade ago.

Chapter 10 - From Behind: A couple of weeks before the wedding, Carlos is still working on his vows when a deeper rift develops between him and his dad. In 2012, seventeen year-old Carlos is spiraling after coming out to his parents.

Chapter 11 - The Other Wrestler: TK decides to lift Carlos’ spirits by learning how to wrestle.

Chapter 12 - Carlos Reyes Will Be Okay: At Gabriel’s funeral, Carlos regrets saying no to reading a poem in tribute – but during the wake, he finds himself under a whole new pressure. Later that night, he realizes the vows he’s worked so hard on for TK cannot be spoken yet.

Chapter 13 - The Closet: Despite some good news, Carlos ends up in the doghouse with his mom and with TK.

Chapter 14 - Once in a Blue Moon: Reeling from his confrontation with Andrea, Carlos seeks advice and admits a secret.

Chapter 15 - Raining on Prom Night: In May 2012, chaos erupts at Carlos’ senior prom.

Chapter 16 - Tyler Kennedy Strand: The wedding day arrives, and Carlos finally gets to recite his vows to TK.

Chapter 17 - Shadow Poet: Carlos attends his poetry reading with TK by his side and some important people in the audience – but will he actually perform this time?

“I was just remembering–” Carlos says, “The first time you stayed for a while after one of our hookups. It was, like, the third time we hooked up, I think. I asked if you wanted tea and cookies and you looked at me like I’d said the weirdest thing ever.”

TK’s exhausted, puffy face breaks into a dazzling grin. “You were being such a Boy Scout.”

“But then you said yes and you ate half the cookie jar.”

“You called me the Cookie Monster.”

“That was the first time I really made you laugh.”

“Tea came out my nose.”

“It was beautiful,” Carlos says, pausing then to qualify: “Your laugh.”

TK gazes up at him, his clear green eyes large and shining. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“The first time you made me laugh was when we were dancing at the honky-tonk.”

“Hey!” TK swats his arm. “I was trying my best!”

“You were so goofy,” Carlos chides. “I just loved it. I loved you.”

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[s0rr3l]

MODERN AU - PART 1

lore under the cut!!!

Lǐyú 🐟

25 years old

Grew up poor, but a hard worker - was in the student council throughout highschool and captain of the debate team; bit of an overachiever

Earned a scholarship to university and became… an accountant

Always had dreams to be a marine biologist or illustrator, but life got in the way and one has to pay the bills

Had no passion for their chosen career, becoming a workaholic and reclusive, plus being piled with extra work due to to being the lowest in the work hierarchy

Started a webcomic series to relieve stress from the job and posted on a whim, unexpectedly got really popular!!!

One time got caught in the rain without an umbrella and ran into an open cafe

Met the the owner @maiden-of-the-waters Beike and worker @marcu-bug Yu, who took one look at their sad, soggy form and immediately (unofficially) adopted them into their cafe

Lǐyú cried (which they’re still embarassed about) from the simple kindness of strangers, and started frequenting the cafe more

With support from the others, quit their accounting job and started posting comics full time, even picking up shifts for the cafe

Noticed by game company, scouted and hired for character design/concept, illustration and storyboarding

Co-workers with @marcu-bug’s monkey (Tao), who works in a different department

Unexpectedly ran into @dunanana Birdie in the cafe, and fainted from shock; has always been a big fan of her music

Did get over their embarassing hero worship after getting to know Birdie, and the gang always teases them about their reaction to their first meeting

Met @szynkaaa Oz while working a shift in the cafe, casually doodled a lil star on her to-go cup based on the accessories on her bag

Becomes roommates with Birdie and Yu after their apartment got flooded

More social and passionate about life; it really was going great! Surrounded by awesome friends and loving their new career; seriously, what could more could they ask for?

That was when fate decided to throw a Monkey their way

Destined One/Yēzi 🥥

24 years old

Star of the martial arts world since he was a child, has won numerous competitions in various fields

Impressive enough to be scouted for minor movie roles but didn’t enjoy the spotlight. Transitioned to stuntwork

Elder monkey is his grandfather and runs a dojo - he joins as a teacher and regularly holds classes for all levels

(the kids all love him, he is their favourite teacher!! Don’t tell him he said this, but he likes teaching the kids too)

Going to inherit the dojo when his grandfather retires, but that seems to be a while yet…

In his youth he was a massive menace, challenging all the dojos/martial arts associations with his own lil’ gang

He’s totally mellowed out now that he’s older, but his friends keep teasing him about his ‘younger days’

ANYWAYS, because of his wild challenges in his youth, he became a local legend and set off a trend for the up-and-coming students of other dojos to start challenging HIM

His friends call him Fruit Punch. And somehow it SPREADS and others start calling him the legendary Fruit Punch

Gods he was so mortified he wore a mask to try and hide, but it just fueled the rumours even more

So he’s always being interrupted and challenged by all these flashy characters and gained a reputation for being a delinquent/vigilante

(since they’re disturbing public areas, Yēzi always drags them off to the police station after the fight)

Grumpy guy

Of course he is, always getting interrupted by a bunch of guys when he just wants a smoothie or shopping for groceries

-

He enters a cafe, ready to order and hears this:

"Ah! Fruit Punch"

*sighs*

its gonna be a long day

Lǐyú and Yēzi 🐟🥥

He loves doodling. Unironically thinks Lǐyú (and Tao) has the coolest job in the world

Yēzi kept the cups that Lǐyú doodled on. Sentimental nerd

Lǐyú did not understand the culture around fighting for the longest time and had some... misunderstandings about it. Had a long sit down with Yēzi to talk about it :)

-

UGH they are both so oblivious

Lǐyú: Yēzi is so cool but a bit scary => actually he's kind of a dork => um wow that was hot- => oh!! What a cute laugh! => hey- shhh shh. Yēzi, I'm not going anywhere.

And it hits them like 'oh. OH'.

Yēzi is So Stupid:

Ugh they called me fruit punch => huh. They're kinda cool I guess => pretty fun to tease => pretty eyes~ => oh no. Why are you crying? I'll do anything, so please, don't turn away from me-

'oh. OH.'

[ddejavvu]

hey mei baby i was wondering if you could do something about shy!reader with spencer and she's just so smitten with everything he does and gets flustered really easily and spencer is like ??? like he doesn't get it cause he doesn't see how fucking gorgeous he is

love love love you!

love love love you too!

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Spencer sits down at the table you'd scouted with a warm smile and a gift bag, and you eye it warily, noting the particular absence of one in return for him.

"I brought you something," He confesses bashfully, and you watch as he pushes it over the table towards you, "But- um, I'm sorry there's no tissue paper in there. I thought I had some, but then I didn't, so I went to the store earlier to find some, but they only had neon pink, and that didn't really go with the orange on the bag, so- just- it's in there." He concludes drearily, "Sorry."

The mere thought of him apologizing for a gift that he's giving you not being perfect makes you want to scream in agony and kiss the apologetic smile right off of his pretty pink lips. But you think that a gentle reassurance would work better, so that's what you give him.

"It's alright, Spencer," You promise, reaching into the bag and wrapping your fingers around what feels like soft paper, "The tissue paper is the least important part of the gift."

It turns out to be a book, and you suppose you shouldn't have expected anything different from Spencer. It's worn, well-loved, with sticky notes in disarray all down the sides and pencil scribbled in the margins. It's a collection of vignettes, from the title, old English tales that you'd find covered in dust at an ancient library.

"My mom used to read these to me when I was younger," Spencer admits, hands toying with each other nervously in his lap, "And I bought myself a copy when I moved out, for- to, like, start my collection," He explains, "And I always found myself going back and annotating it, because I just had so much to say, but- uh, no one to listen."

His cheeks burn pink at the admission, and you physically feel your heart swell to dangerous proportions within the confines of your chest, "So, I thought that- well, if you want to, at least... you could read them too. And- my notes, if you're interested."

He's staring at you with so much raw hope shimmering in his pretty brown eyes that it nearly brings tears to yours. Your brain is filled with static, useless and jittery, and all you can do is drop the book into your lap and slam your face into your arms on the table.

You let out a muffled groan, maybe more of a scream, and when you peek back up at Spencer, he looks mortified.

"I'm sorry! If you don't want it, I can- I can take it back, or get you a different copy, or-"

"Stop! Spencer, stop," You plead, clutching at his hands from across the tiny table, "You're perfect. How are you perfect?"

He looks bewildered, but doesn't pull his hands from yours, "What?"

"You gave me your special book," You whimper, "Actually, you apologized that you only gave me your special book, and you trusted me to care for it and read all of your thoughts and notes about it, and you're-sitting-with-me-in-a-coffee-shop-being-the-man-of-my-dreams! You're perfect!"

He looks heavily flustered now, cheeks burning only brighter red as he grins, "I- I'm glad you like it. Um- I didn't think you'd like it this much."

"I love it," You whine, dragging one of his hands to your mouth to smear a kiss over the back of it, "Spencer, you're perfect."

"Stop saying that," He pleads, but he has to avoid your eyes as he grins into his lap, "You're making me tongue-tied."

"I know," You confess, squeezing his hands, but you show him no mercy as you grin: "But it's only fair, Spence. You just gave me the most heartfelt gift of my life, I'm allowed to make you stutter."

[justalunch-blog]

Hyunjin Hybrid ff

Synopsis: In a world where Hyunjin is secretly a ferret hybrid but in a rich family? 

Peiring: Hybrid!Hyunjin x fem!Reader

Fluff! Hybrid au, Ferret hybrid, school au, secerts slight angst,

Word Count: 2869

Author's pov

"Bye, see you guys tomorrow!" Y/n say as she steps out of the classroom. Saying bye to the rest of her friends.

"Bye y/n!" Is heard across the hall as she speeds down, excited to get home and watch the next episode of her favorite anime.

The girl with short shoulder-length hair that is currently running through the hall is y/n. She's 17 years old, soon to be 18. She enjoys video games, anime, and being around animals. She enjoys pet cafes a lot. She is also surprisingly athletic by luck, not because she is, she is actually kind of lazy.

"ouch-" Y/n whispers out, bumping into someone. Since the young girl was too excited to get home, she failed to realize that she was about to bump into someone.

"Watch it will you-" A tall male spoke before y/n looked up with her pretty honey, almost hazel doe-ed eyes.

"s-sorry," Y/n said, feeling a bit intimidated by the tall blonde male.

"Whatever -" the tall Male said as he walked away.

y/n pov

I should've really watched where i was going... or just not run in the halls...

stupid- I scold myself, as i hit my head in emberrasement.

Also... Bumping into Hyunjin, of all people!

He's not the nicest...

He's arrogant... and also very mysterious. He comes from a rich family, well- apparently. He is the son of the CEO of Hwang corporations. Which is obvious.. His last names give him away. He is in a friend group of 7 other guys that are also pretty rich, and Heirs to different rich corporations In seoul.

The group consists of Chris or Bangchan, Leeknow, Hyunjin, Felix, Changbin, Han, I.N, and Seungmin.

They are all mysterious, but rarely do i get the chance to actually interact with them. But I dont really wish too…

Their Fangirls will kill me if i get friendly with any of them...

I continue to walk and make my way out of campus.

My excitement was a bit ruined by Hyunjin's horrible interruption. Even though it was technically my fault... But he didn't have to be so rude about it!

I live a 20-minute walk from the school, Seoul High. I'm currently a senior there.

》▪︎》》

I arrived home, yes- it's a big house, well... It's not that big, but both my parent's income isn't bad, so I'm well off. It's only me and my parents, but currently, they're both on a business trip somewhere in Japan. It's not like they're not home all the time anyway -

I walk in my house, "I'm home~" I whisper to myself in a sad tone, knowing the house is empty.

I let out a sigh before heading to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

"Hmmm~" I think out loud to myself as I look around the cabinets and in the fridge.

... maybe I should go to the convenience store to get some food... it's not a proper anime session without some good snacks and a decent meal~

I quickly walk up to my room to change clothes. I put on some baggy black cargo pants and an oversized shirt, a black shirt, an oversized hoodie, and my short hair up in a half ponytail.

I grab my keys as I walk down to the counter next to the couch where I placed my keys before scouting the kitchen.

I shut and lock the door before heading out.

•••

I made it to the convenience store, I greeted the worker there before going ham on my food list.

"Hmm, maybe I should take these too," I say to myself, trying to reach over to a bag of chips that's on a top shelf.

"Curse my short genes," I whisper to myself. I continued to reach before I slipped from the shelf I was stepping on to reach my target. I get ready for the impact of my butt hitting the floor flat. But instead... I feel a pair of arms on me. At this point, my eyes were shut tightly. I slowly open one eye, looking down to see large hands on my waist. I blushed furiously at the thought before I looked up and completely became mortified... not him..

I look at him before quickly getting up. "Uh - thanks, and sorry -" I say, flustered and embarrassed.

"It's okay- just be more careful next time," He says with a soft tone before handing me what I was reaching for.

Uh- this guy switches moods faster than me on my period...

"y-yeah- thanks again," I say before bowing and walking off to pay for the food and snacks.

"You're welcome." He says.

Whah- what's this guy's deal!

I quickly pay for my things and head out the door.

I walk for a couple of minutes before I walk past an ally and hear a crashing sound. I quickly head over to the sound, thinking it's an animal in trouble.

I look around before a little white creature comes out of a box, Oh- they look injured and must've been playing too hard.

I get near them, "hey- are you okay?" I whisper to it as I raise my hand slowly trying to touch them.

The creature gets frightened at first. "I'm not going to hurt you," I whisper out and smile softly at the small creature. He gets closer to my stretched out hand and smells it before nuzzling into it. "Can I help you?" I ask with my hands out motion for them to let me carry them. He slowly walks to me, with a small limp, before standing on my hands. "Thank you for letting me help you," I say happily, taking them with me. It's almost as if they understood me...

I carry him in my arms as we walk back to my house. After a couple more minutes, we arrive at my house

I unlock my door before placing the little thing down so I can put away my things.

"Stay here, I need to put these away," I say, as if it would understand, It'll probably make themselves at home and roam.

I walk to my kitchen, but I hear skirting behind me, and I look, and it's the small ferret trying to follow me.

"Bud, stay there," I say, pointing as the ferret looks at me and stays.

I finish up settling down before looking at where the creature is, and he is just curled up in a ball, waiting for me to be done.

I walk towards the small creature and pick them up. Waking him up, he yawns before he blinks and looks at me, in a bit of a shock.

"Sorry, did I scare you," I say as I drag a finger up his head in a petting motion.

The little thing just stares at me. "Okay, let's get you fixed up," I whispered. As I take him up into my room with me.

Hyunjin' s pov

I didn't realize I roamed so far in my ferret form...

And it sucks that I ended up bad. Why did that cat have to try and chase me!

Leeknow will pay for this later...

Ouch, I think to myself as I stumble down, I was trying to look for my small gold chain that helps me control my hybrid abilities and help them completely be concealed... but I can't find it. I can usually transform back with no problem and no tail or ears with that necklace. But without it, I might turn back at random and with some features of my animal form exposed.

"Hey- are you okay?" I heard a soft whisper that startled me. Once I got out of the box, I got tangled in.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I hear the soft voice again. Wait... it sounds familiar. I turned to the dirrection of the voice, and my suspicions were right. It's her...

She crouched down to reach my level. And smiled at me... this is the first time I've ever seen a genuine smile from her... I look at her a bit stunned. She reaches her hand out to me. I get close to her to nuzzle her hand, letting her know it's okay.

"Can I help you?" She whipers to me, holding out both of her hands. I make my way with a slight limp... i might have hurt myself when i was running from Lee Know... I stood on her arms before she picked me up, and I cruled up in her arms. she is so warm~

She smells so nice, like flowers and peaches.

I wake up, and we enter a place that looks to be her house. Wow, it's a pretty big house... It's not as big as mine. But a comfy big home.

"Stay here, I need to put these away," She says to me, placing me on the floor before she steps away into her kitchen.

Does she live alone?

As she walked to her kitchen, I walked towards where she went. I just wanted to see her.

"Bud, stay there," she said, pointing at the area she left me at. I mentally pout and go back to where she told me to stay put.

After some time, she made her way to me and lightly picked me up before waking me up. I yawned from how tired I was, and I was a bit stunned, realizing where I was.

I look at my paws, making sure I'm still a ferret.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" She asks me with a worried face. As she ran a finger up my head in a petting motion that felt really nice.

her touch... i want more~

I stare at her for a moment, taking in her rare beauty. "Okay, let's get you fixed up," she whispers to me, I make myself comfy in her arms. We made our way to her room.

Once we get to her room, she places me on her bed. "Stay here," She says sternly before going into her bathroom. She comes back with a medical kit.

"Okay, let me see your leg," She speaks softly before reaching out to pick me up.

But before she could, I rolled on my side so she could see. "You're pretty smart, aren't you?" She says in surprise at how I understood what she wanted me to do. Mentally smacking myself for doing that.

She gently reaches to my injured leg and looks at it, "it doesn't look like it's broken, it's not bruised, just a bad scrape that is still bleeding," she  whispers to herself expertly as if she has done this before. Before starting, she brings a clean towel.

"Here lay on this," she says, placing the towel down for me. She also brings a bottle of some blue substance. "This is chlorhexadine. It stings less than alcohol," she says. Before squirting a bit of it out of the bottle with a nuzzle. She was right. It stings much less than alcohol.

After she cleans up my wound she applies a bit of ointment on the area, "this is just a bit of ointment it doesn't sting," she says making sure I know it won't hurt, she places it and puts a pad to cover the wound before lightly bandaging the wound.

"Okay, that should help," she says, smiling again, I feel my ears burn at the sight of her smile. I walk up to her hand and give her a lick on her hand as a thank you, feeling my ears burn even more. "You're welcome," she says with a giggle that's like music to my ears. I've always noticed her around campus and thought she was very pretty and so smart. She's literally one of the top students, after me. And her visuals are no joke. But she never seemed to notice me. She's the only one I seek attention from, yet hers is the only one I have yet to acquire. I have tried to get her attention, but it never works. Even when we were in the same class, she barely looked at me, yet I would always get caught up looking at her~

Earlier, when we bumped into each other, I didn't mean to sound rude, I just didn't want my crazy fangirls to do anything bad to her. I've been meaning to apologize, but our encounter earlier would've just made her confused.

"Hey, do you want to stay here? With me?" She asks in a soft voice, petting my head.

It wouldn't be bad if I stayed with her today, she helped me and I can't just leave like that. I lick her hand to tell her that it's okay. I see her face light up.

"Good, are you hungry?" She asks me, I look down thinking. And my tummy grumbles. I slightly nod my head.

"Okay, let me cook you something to eat, cuz I'm hungry too," she says with a chuckle.

She gets up and goes to her closet before taking a pair or comfortable joggers pajamas on, I widen my eyes as I see her start to take them off, and quickly turn the other way, blushing furiously at what I was about to witness.

This is more dangerous than I thought...

She could've at least warned me•••

She comes close to me to pick me up, "let's go," she says before heading back down.

She takes her time cooking. Seeing her cook is just making me more hungry. I saw some beef and noodles, and my tummy was grumbling more and more. O- it's that some chicken too??

After a couple more minutes, she finishes. She places some on her plate and some on my plate from separate platers. She grabs both of the plates and places them on the table. "Okay," she says happily. She bends down to pick me up to place me on the table with her.

"It's nice to have company to eat with." She says sadly.

I take bite of the food right away, it's sooooo good!, it's a bit plain though- since she thinks i'm an actual ferret, and doesn't know im a hybrid, hybrids aren't uncommon to hear or see, but they are rare, mostly rich people are actually hybrids, but we disguise ourselves to be a part of society and live as normal as possible. We don't want to be poked and prodded by scientists, so we decided to make an agreement to just blend in as well as we can. People know of our existence. You just won't know who is one and who is not.

"I hope you liked it," she says happily.

"I made it as good for a ferret as can be," she says.

I come close to her and lick her hand, letting her know it is good food. She is so considerate.

"I'm glad you liked it," she says with a giggle at the end.

"Okay I'm pretty much done with my food, let's watch that episode of the anime I've been excited to see," she says happily grabbing me lightly, before quickly walking to the couch.

I can't get over how adorable she is and how fun she is outside of school. This is making me like her even more. On top of her being so nice and considerate towards me.

She takes a seat on the couch and places me on her lap. I curl up on her lap as she looks for what she is going to watch. She puts it on. O- she likes that anime, too!? I think to myself, I have been needing to watch this episode, too.

She plays it, and both of us are very into the anime, "you like it too, bud?" She asks with a big excited smile that makes her eyes disappear.

I slightly nodded, making her chuckle at my action.

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After the episode was over, it was finally time for us to go to bed.

"Let's go to sleep," she says, yawning. As she places me next to her so she can get up, she stretches before turning back to me to pick me up and take me with her.

"I'm glad I have you for company, I've been pretty alone this past month with my parents out of the country," she says, making me feel bad for her.

I can't blame her for feeling lonely, I do too, all my parents care about is money, and making our company grow. They're rarely home, too. Even when they are, it feels like they aren't around since they are stuck in their offices or at the company.

"I wish you could stay with me for a while, but I know you probably need to find your home," she says sadly, making me look down, realizing I can't stay here forever.

But... then again- my parents won't know, they probably forget I even exist. I can probably stay for a while.

We make it to her room and she sets me down on her bed, before she lifts the covers she snuggles in her bed, as I curl up by the end of the bed, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable.

"Hey," she whispers out to me. I look up at her.

"Come here," she says, lifting up her blanket and patting the spot by her.

Is this really okay

I feel guilty for this...

"C'mon, let's cuddle," she says with a smile that it's hard to say no too.

I make my way to her and snuggle near her. " You're very warm," she says with a small giggle. As she lets me.

This feels very nice, getting petted by her and cuddling against her. She's very warm and comforting.

I felt her shift as she had fallen asleep, and I decided to sleep by her shoulder.

We both sleep comfortably together.

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[tf2incorrectquotes]

Medic: *standing before a projector* My friends, let me tell you about the birds and the bees.

Scout: *mortified* Oh God, please, no...

Engineer: Doc, listen, we're all adults here. I think we know-

Medic: Did you know there are over 10,000 species of birds?

Scout: Huh?

Medic: And that bees are dying at an alarming rate?

Pyro: *muffled gasp*

*one lengthy presentation on climate change later*

Demo: Get ready to go, lads! We’re gonna save some birds and bees.

[motelsnleatherseats]

14 year old Sammy accidentally sends Dean a dick pic ✨👀

It was no secret that Dean Winchester was the casanova of the family, biding his time through high school with flings under the bleachers and in the janitor's closet while Sam had a tendency to keep his nose in the books. He was a late bloomer, he reasoned, not really showing much interest in girls, because what was the point? They hopped towns far too often to establish any real connections, and the idea of hooking up just for the sake of hooking up seemed sleazy and uncomfortable for a boy who was desperate to plant his roots somewhere.

But that didn't stop girls from noticing Sam when his growth spurt began to hit. Now he was a little taller and the baby fat had melted off his face, exposing that Winchester jawline and cheekbones that could land them on the cover of Teen Beat had they been discovered by a mall scout instead of being trained military style in firearms. Initially he was surprised when girls started showing interest, but it still made him feel awkward and uncomfortable, only because the basis of his knowledge of the fairer sex came from watching Dean spin his pornesque ideals of romance with girls who'd fall for anything gazing into those emerald eyes. He knew that if he were to ask for advice, Dean would load him up with cheesy one liners and much too physically driven flirting techniques that he'd ultimately fumble.

Now Sam was in over his head. What initially began as chatting via text turned into flirting via text, Sam nervously trying to navigate his way through not being too literal in responses and ultimately being unsexy. When he received a rather risque picture of barely covered breasts, he nearly threw his phone across the room, beet red in the face. And then came the request for a picture back. In a panic, Sam deleted the text message thread and sat awkwardly on his bed with his back against the headboard, cheeks still hot as he stared at his phone sitting abandoned against the sheets. He took a deep breath and internally battled with what to do, considering the pros and cons of giving into the request.

This was stupid, why would anyone want to get a dick pic to begin with? Things were moving too quickly, maybe she'd laugh at him. But if he didn't send something back, then maybe she'd get offended or get her feelings hurt? He closed his eyes, the image he had just deleted flashing behind his eyelids already having an adverse effect on his newly developing teenage libido, and when his dick stirred, his face went a deeper shade of red.

What would Dean do?

That's a dumb question.

With a resigned sigh, Sam moved to pick his phone up again before he chewed his bottom lip, opening the camera function. His stomach gave a nervous flip, but it wasn't all dread, there was a bit of exhilaration there. His fingertips felt full of static as he moved to undo his pants, slipping a hand in to palm himself, not really needing much to get himself fully hard. He pulled his length from the confines and gave a stroke or two, feeling a little ridiculous with his phone in the other hand trying to frame it just right. He took a few pictures and immediately wanted to delete them, second guessing everything about the situation, but he had already gotten this far, might as well follow through.

Another nervous flip of his stomach had his cock twitching before he released it and let it sit heavy against his stomach, swallowing down a tightness in his throat before he clicked the share button, typing the first letter of her name before it sent off, awkwardly staring at the picture he took before he went back to the message thread, his blood suddenly going cold.

Shit shit shit!

What he thought was 'Darcy' ended up defaulting to 'Dean', and his very first attempt at sexting was about to be sitting in Dean's unread text messages.

He. Was. Mortified. Panic set in as he desperately tried to figure out how to unsend a message, half tempted to call Dean and tell him to just delete it, please please please don't open it, it was an honest mistake, but it was too late. Marked as read.

He practically bore a hole through the phone with how hard he was staring at the bubble, watching it disappear before popping back up. What he should have done was immediately apologize and explain that it was supposed to go to someone else, but it wouldn't have mattered. Dean would have mercilessly ridiculed him regardless of the reason, and he was fully anticipating a response of What the fuck, Sammy or something even more horrific like a comment on his size, and Jesus Christ, this was so embarrassing.

The dots disappeared again but the hammering in his chest didn't dissipate for a second until it nearly stopped once his brother's response came through.

No questions. No ridicule. Just a picture back with Dean gripping his own rock hard arousal, cocksure smirk on his lips.