#fuck yeah ferret week

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie guessed that it was his own fault for waiting the last second to get a new one. He thought that he’d be able to wait it out. He was on the edge of graduating from his apprenticeship at the shop, so, so close to being able to afford the apartment completely on his own. But then his boss had to go and make it clear that nothing was happening until the New Year, a solid three months away.

His paycheck to paycheck life style wasn’t gonna cut it for that long. And that's how we found himself desperate enough to post a Craig’s list ad. What did he think was going to happen? That he’d get the creme of the crop? No. The only applicants he’d had were a chronic cigarette smoker who couldn’t wait to light up until after the apartment tour, a middle-aged guy who immediately told him that his ferrets free-roaming around the house was a non-negotiable, and some dude who wore polo shirts and looked like he fell out of a highschool rom-com. 

He should have chosen the smoker. But no, he had to go with the eye-candy. Despite the fact that he knew Steve would never look twice his way, even with the low odds that he even liked men. 

But he couldn’t help it. 

Eddie had been a failure when it came to romance ever since he moved out of his uncle’s place. Twenty-four years of conservative small town bullshit, all culminating into a completely lack of ability when it came to getting laid. Three more completely dedicated to making something of himself out in the city. He hadn’t been prepared to ward-off the model with the puppy dog eyes and the sob story of his last place flooding. 

Though in his defense, it wasn’t just from his extremely horny mind. Steve seemed polite enough when they first met. He was surprisingly sweet for someone openly wearing Ralph Lauren. So when he said that he could move in immediately, Eddie was sold. He didn’t even think to question Steve paying his first month of rent in cash. He was just relieved the worry about getting kicked out was officially gone. 

The first week had been fine enough. Eddie met a few of his friends who were helping him move in. It was a gaggle of twenty-one year olds, oddly enough.

“I was their babysitter,” Steve had sighed when Eddie asked about it, his eyes fond, “They got a little too attached. Now I’m an underage uncle for life.”

It was cute, another point towards Eddie’s slight pining. But then, Steve went back to work. 

Eddie didn’t care that he worked a night shift. He could understand that, tip-based work was pretty lucrative. He was pretty sure Steve was a bartender or something considering the crazy hours. He could handle a few bumps in the night while he got situated.

What Eddie couldn’t handle was Steve’s multi-hour long, middle of the night routine. He’d get home at three a.m. 

And yeah, maybe Eddie hadn’t been totally upfront about the downsides of this place when he got Steve to sign the sublet. Despite the price, their walls were paper thin. The advertised “soundproofing” of the place had only applied to hearing the neighbors. You could hear everything in this place, from the front door to their insanely loud showerhead. A fact that he assumed Steve would catch up on without Eddie having to act like an RA. 

With him and Gareth having basically the same schedule, Eddie had forgotten just how loud things could be. But Steve quickly gave him a reminder. Without fail, he’d hop into the shower first thing, the sound of the water pounding against the ceramic more than enough to wake Eddie up. Not to mention the singing. The good quality of his voice did not make up for the fact that it was tortuous at night. 

But it didn’t stop there. No, then he’d go to his room and talk for hours. Eddie had no fucking idea what kind of freak was sharing a five a.m. time table, but it was killing him. Whoever it was knew how to rile Steve up like no other, his laughter so clear through out the night that Eddie couldn’t focus on anything else. It was a lot, it was intense, and Eddie was losing his fucking mind. He tried to find time to talk to him about it, be civil about the whole thing. But when Eddie woke up Steve was dead to the world. When Eddie got home from work, Steve was already gone for his own. 

That’s how he found himself here. Wide awake for the fourth night in a row while Steve’s voice streamed through the walls. Every passing second had his pathetic crush on the man dissolving more and more. The last bastion between Steve and Eddie telling him to fuck off. 

an excerpt from my soon to be exchange fic. Of course I'm an extension needing bitch 😩😩😩

[impala-dreamer]

Underneath It All

~Jensen's grown out his beard, hair, muscles for The Boys, and Y/N has some issues with all the extra hair. Luckily, together, they find a new kink that neither knew he had...~

Jensen x Reader

1,353 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Hair Pulling. Bearded Jensen. Oh my... the beard. 

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“Jesus- it’s so big!”

“You love it, you know you do…”

“I don’t know what to do with it!”

“Just let it happen, baby… let it happen… I’ll go easy on you.”

Y/N cringed as Jensen dove in for another kiss, his newly-giant beard caressing her face like a thousand tiny tentacles, and not in a good way. “I can’t!” She shoved at his shoulders less than playfully, and an exaggerated frown took up residence beneath the bushy beard.

“Come on,” he pouted, sitting back on his knees, “I haven’t seen you in weeks.” His big left hand slid slowly down her bare thigh and his right ran up his own. “Little Dean misses you…”

Just before his fingers could sneak past the border of her panties, Y/N swatted him away. “I’ve asked you not to call it that,” she laughed, shaking her head.

His plump lips twisted into a half pucker. “Well, it’s true.”

She sat up, palm reaching forward to cup his balls through the pale blue boxers. “I’ve missed it too...” Her eyes lifted upwards, trailing hungrily over his smooth, tanned flesh. He’d used his Toronto quarantine to bulk up a bit, putting on more muscle than she’d seen in forever. His abs were appearing again, his chest popped beautifully, and his arms… She could cum from just dreaming about those big arms. Unfortunately, Y/N neglected to stop her gaze from reaching the beard and even though it was soft and well groomed, she couldn’t stand it. “But… no.”

Dejected and a little embarrassed, Jensen sighed heavily and rolled back onto his ass, turning slightly away, his long legs swinging over the side of the bed. “Well- shit.”

Y/N reached for him, grabbing up the hand he let drop down onto his thigh. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m just not used to all the… It’s a lot.”

With his free hand, Jensen tugged on his new chin covering. ��I fuckin’ hate this. Can’t wait to shave again.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” she chuckled, sitting up to scoot closer. “It’s not bad… just a bit… much.”

“It’s horrible,” he snit; shoulders drooping. He let his beard go and raked a hand through his hair. It, too, was incredibly long, curling around his ears and hanging down to his shoulders. “I look like a yeti.” He tugged at the long locks at the nape of his neck. “Gonna cut this too. Maybe Eric’ll let me shave it all off.”

A gasp left Y/N’s lips and she shook her head quickly. “Don’t you dare!”

Jensen rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna. Gonna Bic it all off.”

“I’ll divorce you.”

A tiny smirk lit beneath the beard. “Thought you hated it. Won’t even let me kiss you.”

Y/N flipped over, crawling on her knees until she was behind him. She ran her hands down through his hair, enjoying the thick softness. “The beard- yes. But this…” She gave him a gentle tug and Jensen moaned. “This is beautiful. Never seen you with it so long.”

He closed his eyes as she pulled his hair again, front teeth digging down into his bottom lip as another moan escaped. “Mmm. Yeah?”

She swept the curtain back to clear a space on his neck for a kiss. “Oh, yes,” she whispered as her fingers ran through it. “It’s beautiful.”

His head rolled to the side as her lips danced on his throat. Her nails scratched against his scalp and Jensen’s stomach tensed as a wave of pleasure spread through him. “It’s not bad,” he breathed, pulse beginning to race. “I just don’t look like me. Don’t feel like… myself.”

Loving arms wrapped around his chest and Y/N pressed herself up against him. “Jen, you’re amazing and so fucking hot.” She kissed his cheek, let her hand slide gently down his stomach.

“Even with this ferret stapled to my face?”

Her fingers grazed across his covered cock. “Even with the ferret, yes.” Another kiss landed below his ear, another hand pushed through his hair. “Still fucking sexy as hell underneath it all.”

His breath came out in a husky groan as her fingers tangled in his hair. “I don’t know about that.”

“I do.” She pulled his hair hard and his cock jerked beneath her hand.

He grit his teeth, cheeks flushing hot beneath all the hair. “Fuck.”

“Look at yourself,” she urged, right hand slipping into the pocket of his boxers to trace his shaft. “Look in the mirror, Jensen…”

Green eyes lifted to their twins in the mirror across the way. Jensen shivered as Y/N yanked on his hair and wrapped her fingers around the head of his cock, slowly stroking.

“See?” She ran her thumb over his slit. “Gorgeous.”

His hips jumped upwards, forcing his cock through the tight ring of her hand. “Yeah…”

She kissed his collarbone, bit down when she wanted more, loving the look of lust that clouded his eyes in the mirror. “You’re amazing.” Her hand tightened in his hair and his head fell back to rest on her shoulder.

“Fuck, baby…”

“Just relax,” she teased, picking up her pace, feeling the blood pulse through his erection. They watched together as his body reacted to her touch: the muscles in his torso flexing, his thighs shaking subtly, the ropes in his stretched throat throbbing. His breath was fast, his lips wet and ruddy.

“Jesus, I’m gonna cum,” he hissed, eyes rolling back to white as Y/N gave his hair another good yank. “Fuck!”

“Go on then,” she whispered, lips on his ear, tongue tracing the shell. “I wanna see it…”

Jensen leaned back against her and lifted his hips, strong body working with her as she pumped him faster. “Yeah… fuck. Like that. Come on.” He froze in her arms as he came, holding his breath as he shot a hot load into her palm. “Fuck!”

Y/N kissed his neck as everything relaxed, smoothed the hair out of his eyes, slowly pulled her hand from his shorts. “That was fun,” she grinned, winking at the yeti in the mirror.

Jensen exhaled heavily and sat up, eyes unfocused and happy as he nodded in agreement. “Hell yeah, it was.”

Cupping her hand, Y/N jumped up from the bed, heading for the adjoining bathroom. Jensen grabbed her wrist before she could escape, spinning her back around and down into his lap.

“What are you doing?” she laughed, wary of the handful of spunk precariously held in her fist.

He leaned close, beard once more tickling her chin. “Just saying thank you,” he said, easily reaching her lips before she could push away. His kiss was tender and wet, and Y/N let herself give in for just a moment.

“Mmm.”

“See, the beard ain’t so bad,” he joked, nuzzling her nose with his.

Chin hair snuck into her mouth and Y/N gagged, finally pushing him away. “Yeah, it is!” Hopping up, she made it to the bathroom and Jensen heard the tap turn on.

“You’re really serious? You’re gonna just- not let me touch you till this is gone?”

Y/N looked back, drying her hand on the towel hanging behind the door. “Uh… no one said you’re not going to touch me.” She emerged, a slick smile upon her lips. “You’re just gonna have to figure out how to do it without the beard touching me.”

He laughed and scratched at his cheek. “I don’t see how that’s possible.”

Bending over, Y/N dragged her tiny panties from her hips and Jensen sucked in a deep, excited breath.

“Well, you better figure it out, stud,” she said, crawling back into bed and spreading her knees wide. “Because it’s my turn...”

Jensen sucked his teeth as he thought for a moment and then pounced, falling down onto her with a wink and a sexy smile. “I guess I better get to it then.”

She hummed and wrapped a hand around the back of his shaggy head, pulling him down for a kiss. “Love you, baby,” she whispered. “Beard and all.”

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[bearr02]

Safe and sound |Chapter Seven|

Pairing: Hybrid!ot7 x f!reader

Chapter warnings: kinda angsty, Joon doesn’t have the pest past..

Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

Genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au

Word count: 3.3k

Member’s hybrid types: Namjoon: Bear, Yoongi: Bobcat, Hoseok: Ferret, Jin: Wolf, Jimin: Red panda, Jungkook: Bunny, Taehyung: Marble fox

A/n: I finally figured out what I wanted to do with this chapter 🥳 sorry it took me so long, but it’s out now! Joonie’s here!!

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“He’ll have to keep this on for at least 3 weeks if not longer. I’ll do a check on how his arm is doing at the three week mark, and if it’s necessary we’ll keep it on longer..” You nod, rubbing Jungkook’s shoulder. “Is there anything else?” Dr. Martin asks, looking at you. “Yes, actually. I was hoping they’d be able to stay with me? I’d bring Jungkook back for appointments.” You ask, watching Dr. Martin hopefully. He smiles, giving you a small nod. “I can see the three of you are close, I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of that.” You smile widely, taking Jungkook’s hand in yours.

“I’ll let you know whenever I need him in.” You nod, bidding goodbye to Dr. Martin. As soon as the door is closed behind him, Jungkook is hugging you as tight as he can with his free arm, the other clad in a brace. “I’m so excited!” He mumbles against your shoulder, his smile noticeable in his voice. Hoseok wraps his arms around you and Jungkook, his tail wagging a mile a minute (yes ferrets can wag their tails, and it’s absolutely fucking adorable you should search it up). “You guys ready to go? We can stop and get you both some clothes on the way.” You feel Jungkook nod against your shoulder before removing himself from you, a wide smile still pulling on his lips.

Hoseok nods as well, reaching down to grasp your free hand in his, Jungkook already holding your other one. You smile at them before looking from Hoseok to the closed door. “Oh yeah, right.” He mumbles, opening the door with his free hand, leading you and Jungkook out after him. You take the lead when you get into the hallway, guiding them down the hall, to the lobby, to the parking lot, and to your car. The two start bickering on who’s going to sit in the front with you, making you shake your head. “How about the two of you just sit in the back?” You say, earning loud whines from the both of them as they stare at you.

You giggle, shaking your head before opening the back door and looking at the two of them. They both pout, Hoseok climbing into the backseat before Jungkook does. “We can cuddle when we get home, okay?” You say when you climb into the front seat, looking at the boys through the rearview mirror. They both nod, albeit reluctantly as they stare out the windows.

—

By the time you get home, the two hybrids have already done enough complaining to last you a lifetime, the two grabbing your hands as soon as you’re out of the car. You giggle, attempting to wiggle your hands free. Neither like it. Loud whines and complaints spilling from their lips as they tighten their hold, keeping your hands interlocked. “I need to unlock the door! And if one of you still gets to hold my hand then the other will complain, you little babies.” You mock, earning pouts from the two. “We’re not babies!” Jungkook whines, leaning his head on your shoulder. “If anything you're the most baby-ish baby out of the two of you, Kook.” You say.

Jungkook whines, removing his hand from yours to deliver a small punch on your shoulder. You laugh, quickly taking out your key before Jungkook can grab it again. “Hey!” He whines, mouth gaping as he follows you and Hoseok up the small steps leading to the apartment door. You shrug, “You let go. That ones on you, Kook.” You say, leading them up the two flights of stars and to your apartment, unlocking the door. You walk in, placing your key in the small dish beside your front door.

A meow catches your attention as you look up to see your furry friend waltzing down the hall toward you, Jungkook and Hoseok. He skids to a stop, his ears turning back as he eyes Hoseok and Jungkook. “Oh yeah! This is my cat! I found him in an alley yesterday.” You say, letting go of Hoseok's hand, much to the hybrid's disappointment, to pet the cat. “Uh Y/n? He-” Hoseok cuts off Jungkook. “Is very cute! We can’t wait to spend time with him!” Jungkook gives Hoseok a confused look, until the hybrid elbows him in the side.

“Ooooookay?” You say, brows furrowed as you stand up. “Well welcome home!” You say, taking off your shoes and hanging your purse up, making your way to the kitchen. “What do you two want for dinner? If you don’t want anything we can run out and get something.” You say, taking out a can of tuna for your kitty friend. You put it onto a plate before grabbing it and taking it with you to the living room.

“Kitty kitty.” You call out, setting the plate by the couch. You stand to your full height, jumping slightly when you feel an arm slide around your waist. “Do you not have a name for your cat?” Jungkook snorts, laying his head on your shoulder. “Hey! To my defense he literally just got here last night.” You mumble, laying your hands over Jungkook’s. Jungkook smiles, hugging you tighter as he starts to sway the two of you.

“Okay, dinner.” You say, patting Jungkook's hand before pulling it from you. He pouts, making you smile, ruffling his hair before walking back to the kitchen, Jungkook and Hoseok on your heels. You sit on the counter, pulling out your phone, confusing Jungkook and Hoseok. “Y/n?” Jungkook asks. You look up, fighting the urge to coo at the bunny hybrid. His head is slightly tilted to the side, one of his ears flopping to the side with his head.

You hum, gaze shifting between the two. “Dinner?” Hoseok asks, an eyebrow raised as he stares at you. You nod, gesturing around the kitchen, “Take a look through the fridge and pantry, see if there’s anything you feel like. If not, we can go out and grab something.” You say, smiling at their expressions. Hoseok nods, dragging Jungkook to the fridge to look through it.

—

The boys had decided on jajangmyeon, asking you with their best puppy eyes (not like they need it, you’d give in anyway) and smiling victoriously when you said yes. They waited in the kitchen while you cooked, at least for most of the time. Until you kicked them out for being annoying. The two left the kitchen and headed toward the living room with the biggest pouts on their faces they could muster.

“Dinner is a served.” You say, acting like a waiter from a fancy restaurant as you set the two dishes down on the coffee table. You take yours with you to sit on the couch beside the boys, digging in as soon as you sit down. The two practically scarf down the food, as if it’d been days if not longer since they’ve had a real meal. You watch with furrowed brows, setting your food on the coffee table catching their attention.

“How long has it been since the two of you ate?” You ask. Hoseok shrugs, “A while. A while for a decent meal at least. We’ve been on the streets for a while, getting by on just scraps.” He mumbles, avoiding your gaze. “How long have you been on the streets?” You ask, reaching out and pulling Hoseok into your embrace, the ferret hybrid being the one closest to you. He shrugs against you, snuggling into you, “A few months maybe? I’m not sure. I mean it’s only been a few days since we escaped our owners home. We ran away a few months ago but he found us again.” Hoseok mumbles, giving you one last squeeze before letting you go, returning to his meal.

You look at Jungkook over Hoseok's shoulder, the bunny hybrid seeming to have not heard the conversation, continuing to scarf down the food. You sigh, pushing your food toward the two hybrids. Hoseok looks up at you with furrowed brows, his mouth too full to say anything. You smile, “I’m not that hungry anymore.” You say. Hoseok stares at you for a moment longer before giving you a hesitant nod, grabbing your half empty dish and distributing it between him and Jungkook.

—

When everyone has finished eating, you put the dishes in the sink, deciding to worry about washing them later. The boys asked (begged) to cuddle, so you proposed you’d watch a movie as well as cuddle. The two agreed immediately, and as soon as you sat back down on the couch, they pounced on you. Jungkook pushed you to lay down, resting all of his weight on your body making you groan. Hoseok occupied your right side, laying a leg over yours and Jungkook’s and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

You frown at the extra weight of the cat climbing on top of you, laying down with a small huff and curling into a ball. You groan, “You guys are suffocating meee.” You complain, pushing at Jungkook and Hoseok. “We said we’d watch a movie but how do I get a movie up when I can’t even reach the remote.” You say, attempting to push the boys off with no success. Hoseok leans away for a moment before he’s giving you the remote, laying back down on you as soon as you take it.

You groan, but comply, turning on the tv and searching for a movie.

—

Halfway through the movie your arm fell asleep. You would try and wiggle it every now and then only to receive a complaint from Jungkook, “Y/n you’re moving too much.” “Y/n stooop.” “Y/nnnnn I can’t focus on the movieeee.” “Just hold still.” “How come Hoseok doesn’t have to move and I do?” Safe to say your arm had to suffer for the rest of the movie.

When the movie ended, you’d practically pushed Jungkook off of you, wincing at the static that immediately shot through your arm. He pouts at you, glaring at you as he sits on the couch. Hoseok sits up, ruffling Jungkook’s hair before getting up from the couch, offering you his hand which you take gratefully.

“Sorry, Kook, but my arm is killing me.” You say with a groan, shaking out your arm. “Meanie.” Jungkook mumbles, still staring (glaring) at you. “How am I a meanie?” You ask, pouting at Jungkook. “You just are.” He says, making you laugh, ruffling Jungkook’s hair, making him whine, batting away your hand. “Shit! I forgot to take you guys to the store.” You mumble with a frown. “We can go another day, it’s fine.” Hoseok says, hugging you from behind and laying his head on your shoulder.

You pout, leaning back against Hoseok. “But I said I would-” You groan when your phone starts ringing, looking down at the table to see Mr. Dubose calling. “Hold on.” You mumble, stepping away from Hoseok and grabbing your phone.

“Hello?” You say, holding your phone against your ear as you walk into the kitchen. “Y/n? Could you please come down? We have a hybrid here and could really use your help.” You frown, “Yeah, of course, I’ll head over right now.” You say, heading out of the kitchen and straight toward the door, slipping on your shoes.

“Y/n? Where’re you going?” Jungkook asks, walking over to you. “Sorry, Koo but I have to go to work.” You say, grabbing your keys before turning to Jungkook who frowns. “I’ll be back, okay? I won’t be long.” You say with an apologetic smile, ruffling Jungkook's hair. He nods but his frown doesn’t leave his face as he looks down. You sigh, breaching the few steps between you to pull Jungkook into your arms. He goes lax in your hold, wrapping his good arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“Don’t wan’ you to go.” He mumbles, rubbing his cheek along your shoulder, scenting you lightly. “I’m sorry, Koo, but I gotta. I’ll be back before you know it, bun.” You say, laying your head on Jungkook’s. “Gotta what?” Hoseok asks, walking up to the two of you. “Go to work. I got called in.” You say, patting Jungkook's back lightly before pulling him off of you, making him whine, chasing after you. Hoseok pouts, walking up to you and pulling both you and Jungkook into a hug making you groan, pushing at both of the hybrids.

“Guys I need to go to work.” You whine, slumping against them when your pushing does nothing. “Nuh.” Jungkook says, shaking his head against your neck. “Please? I don’t wanna get fired.” You say with a pout. Hoseok sighs, pulling himself away from you, albeit reluctantly, before moving to remove Jungkook from you. Jungkook whines, pressing himself closer to you. “Kook-ah. Let Y/n go. We can cuddle her later.” Hoseok says, pulling (prying) Jungkook off of you.

The latter whines, slumping against Hoseok as he watches you with a pout, his injured arm rendering him powerless against Hoseok. “I’ll be back before you know it, bun.” You mumble, giving the two of them a small wave as you leave.

—

“Thank you for coming in..again.” Mr. Dubose says sheepishly, leading you down the halls. “It’s no trouble.” You say, struggling to keep up with Mr. Dubose’s hurried steps. “He looks bad, Y/n. He just showed up. I think someone dumped him. He’s all beaten, and has wounds that never seem to stop bleeding.” You feel your stomach lurch, pursing your lips as you stop in front of a door. “It’s not good, Y/n. I’m just warning you now.” Mr. Dubose mumbles before he pushes the door open.

You peek your head in and wince at the strong scent of blood that wafts over you, gaze immediately finding the hybrid’s in the corner. He snarls at you weakly, backing up further against the wall. Your eyebrows furrow in concern at his state, a black eye accompanying his right eye, while his left eye looks swollen, he has a large gash across about a third of his abdomen and a large bruise on his jaw, multiple small bruises and cuts littering his legs and arms.

And that’s all you can see.

You’re not sure what’s hiding under his clothes, and quite frankly, you don’t think you wanna know.

“What happened to you?” You whisper out, slowly inching into the room and shutting the door behind you. He snarls again, breathing harsh and posture rigid as he stares at you. You sigh, sitting on the floor as you watch the man, propping your elbow on your thigh and laying your head in your hand. “If you tell me what happened, we’ll be able to help you better.” You say softly, eyes zeroing in on the man’s face.

He shakes his head weakly, “I don’t need your help.” He snarls, wincing at the hoarseness of his voice. You sigh again, drumming your fingers against your chin. “Would it help to know I have two hybrids of my own?” You ask. The man’s eyes narrow at you. “I’ll take that as a no then.” You say with a small nod. “Can I at least take a look at your abdomen? That gash doesn’t look good.” You mumble, glancing down at said gash.

The man grumbles incoherent words, curling in on himself. You sigh, slumping back against the wall behind you. You grunt as you pull yourself up, opening the door and peeking your head out. “Y/n? Did you get a look at him?” Mr. Dubose asks, rushing over to you. “Not quite.” You mumble, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. “He’s very closed off.” You mumble, frowning as you stare at Mr. Dubose.

He sighs, running a hand over his face, “Well fuck.” He mumbles. “I can try again, there’s just no guarantee. I’m worried about what may be hidden. From what I can see, he isn’t in good shape.” You mumble, glancing behind you at the closed door. “That’s what I’m worried about too. I’m not sure if his abdominal wound is infected or not, it looks bad, his eyes should be pretty easy to treat but I’m not sure about anything else if there is more.” You nod, leaning against the door.

A crash from inside catches your attention, immediately opening (flinging) the door to see the man hunched over a fallen tray, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” You mumble, slowly stepping in with Mr. Dubose behind you. The man whimpers, a dry, scratchy sound as he clutches his abdomen. “What happened?” You ask, now standing about 5 feet from the man.

He looks up at you, eyes lidded and face contorted in pain. You glance at his abdomen, crouching down slowly and reaching out. You pause when he growls, looking up at his face with a pleading look, “It could be infected or get infected.” You mumble. The man grunts, “Don’t care.” He grumbles, pushing himself away from you, his eyes pinching shut as he purses his lips, pressing his hand tighter to his abdomen.

“Please. You’re in pain.” You say, sitting back on your heels as you watch the man. He shakes his head, sending you a weak glare as he does so. “See if you can get Dr. Martin in here.” You mumble, standing up and turning to Mr. Dubose. He nods, exiting the room. “I told you I don’t need your help.” The man sneers, his tone less threatening than he’d hoped it would have been. “But you do. Otherwise you may die.” You say, turning back to the man with your hands on your hips and a raised brow.

The man grumbles something under his breath as he turns away, curling in on himself against the wall. You sigh, “Look, it’s unorthodox, but if you don’t cooperate we’re required to give you a sedative that makes you all loopey and shit so we can help you.”

That catches his attention.

He whips around so fast, you fear he may have hurt his spine when he winces. You take a few steps toward the man, reaching your hands out with your brows furrowed in concern as he steadies himself. “Are you okay?” You check, meeting the man’s gaze. He nods reluctantly, looking away from your eyes.

You sit on the floor, closer to the man than you were before, facing him as you lay your elbows on your knees. “I’m Y/n.” You say, making the man raise a brow. “Just getting to know you a bit, you’re probably gonna be staying here for a while until you’re ready to get adopted.” You say with a shrug at the man’s gaze. He nods with pursed lips, looking down. “I know you probably don’t wanna be here right now, but we just want to help you. I want to help you.” You say, ducking your head a bit to try and catch his gaze.

The man nods, glancing up at you just as the door opens. His gaze immediately shifts to the door, gaze focusing on Dr. Martin as he enters. “You called?” He says, looking at you, then the man. His eyebrows draw together in concern, walking up to you and sitting beside you. “He’s got a really bad gash on his abdomen and I need help looking at it.” You mumble, eyes focused on the man’s face as you slowly inch closer, reaching out to his torn shirt.

He doesn’t make a move to stop you, only stares at you with an emotion you can’t quite place.

Maybe it’s a mix? A mix of..fear and..pain.

Your eyebrows furrow as you pause in your movements, eyes roaming over the man’s features. You blink rapidly before moving to move his shirt away from the gash, apologizing as he lets out a small hiss. Dr. Martin sucks in a breath at the sight in front of him, inching closer to get a better look. You don’t get hybrids in with wounds like these often, rarely, but not impossible. Whenever you do, it never fails to shock you to the very core what people can do to other people.

Just because they’re half animal.

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A/n: I hope this chapter was good, I kinda rushed to get it out, cuz like, life is getting busy sooooo..yEaH

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Shapeshifter HRT

Day -394

I go in to the doctor. Doctor T.H. Arian. The name is a little suspicious but his treatment of my wife has been favorable.

"I thought about this for a long time doctor. I want to be a shapeshifter."

His face gets serious. "Do you know how many people that come in here and ask for that? What do you really want to be? We do offer polytherian treatments if you just can't decide between a few."

So I list them. Every single one. Cat, dog, fox, mouse, snake, bird, hermit crab, angel, devil, elf, vampire, unicorn, hamster, ferret… and others… forms that don't have names but I describe their anatomy in great, sickening, detail.

"If I tried to go through all of them one at a time it would be too complicated. Too much for me to keep track of and what happens if I want to change into something I haven't listed yet? Please doc, if I had to be one thing it would be a shapeshifter."

He removes his glasses and sighs.

"There is a treatment for it." He says.

I can't contain my squeaks of excitement.

"But." He cuts me off. "The substance I'm using is a lot more controlled. I can guarantee the things that it will do to your body will be worse than what your wife went through."

"I still want it… If you got anything that basically makes me like Venom that would be ideal."

"Will you be changing into anything mechanical or robotic?"

"Probably not."

"Okay. I will put in the request now, but do not hold your breath. A government agent will eventually contact you and mail you the paperwork that you need to fill out."

- Day -96

6:21 in the morning. My phone was ringing and with my wife still asleep I answered it.

"Hello this is Officer Mitchell. I am here with Agent Duress. We're here to ask you some questions about this… medication you are requesting?"

My local sheriff, with some guy from the government. Great.

"Yeah I made a request sometime last year and hadn't heard anything."

"Yes, well. There had been some policy changes 150 days ago about the substance you're requesting. Everyone who filed a report had to do so again."

"And I'm just hearing about this now??"

"Your doctor had been informed about it two weeks ago and resubmitted all files that needed to be submitted. He requested we handle this urgently so that is what we're doing, ma'am."

"I'm not a ma'am. Please use Sir if you can."

"With all due respect, ma'am. You take this medicine it's going to turn you into something that I don't even want to think about. Gender ain't gonna mean much to a freak like you."

"I can still use whatever damn pronouns I want."

"Okay, okay. No need to be so sensitive about it. I just gotta sign this thing that says I'll keep an extra eye out for you if you decide to start doing crimes."

"Oh my god."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to be everything all these stupid fucking things. Ferret, angel, hermit crab? Really? If any crimes are done from species in any of these lists you're gonna be on the suspect board by default."

"Fine. I'll consent to it."

"Alright, good. Next is understanding the exact risk of this substance. Has your next of kin been notified?"

"My wife is fully aware yes."

"Your parents, darling. I'm asking about your parents."

"Dad died 3 years ago and mom's never had custody of me. I am nearly 30 fucking years old, why are you asking about my fucking parents?"

"Standard procedure. Normally we have underage people asking for this stuff. So what age would you say you were dysphoric as a… 'Mono-formic being.'" He sounded out each word bitterly.

And so the questions went on and on and on and on and on. Until finally a voice different from the sheriff's came in.

"Thank you for your time. It will be under consideration."

And then it hung up.

"Ugggghhhh." I groan to myself.

"If you wanna go to the diner I could search for a shirt that fits me now." My cow wife says.

"It's fine. I'll just hang out on the internet. All I can do is fucking wait after all. From email or carrier pigeon I guess!!"

"Too loud."

"Sorry. I'm just mad."

"Do you think they hire pigeon therians into the government to carry messages?" She asks,

"Derpy Hooves is definitely a pigeon therian." I reply back,

"So true OP…" She yawns and slips back into sleep.

- Day 0

It was a text message. It was ready at the pharmacy and all I needed to do was go pick it up like any other medicine.

Doctor T.H. Arian gave me information on how to apply it and what to expect for the low dose they start me on.

He was very insistent I record my emotional state through this and that he would be prepared to stop the treatment if it made me 'worse.' Though he refused to define what worse was.

The medicine itself was just a little black goo in a bottle. I had been informed that it could be applied just on my skin, but that carried a risk to my partner and her own HRT procedures. So I opted for injection instead.

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Love Thy Frenemy + Ch. 5

(Frenemies/Tenderness AU) FIVE: The Meat You Feed On

SIMON GHOST RILEY x FRENEMY FEM READER

Summary: Simon is having some issue with your secretive behavior, his suspicions and jealousy pushing him to show up unexpectedly at your flat one night. 

Warnings/Tags: Profanity, bit of angst, jealousy, possessive behavior, No use of Y/N, Simon is a simp, and so is reader, idiots in love, but too stubborn to admit it.

(Notes: I’ll always see Simon as a possessive personality. The poor man revels in Reader’s attention, so thinking it’s being focused on someone else... bothers him. Jealousy is not necessarily healthy for a relationship, but this is all new for the big guy, and feelings are hard, okay?)

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Word Count: 3121

Chapter 5

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“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.”

― William Shakespeare, Othello

“You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.”

― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale

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Simon wanted to know where the hell you were going.

To make ends meet, you worked six days a week at the pub, taking one day off. On that one day, you disappeared. Where you went, he had no idea. He only knew that you left early in the morning and didn’t return until late in the evening, usually well after dark. You had done this for as long as he’d known you, but it was only of late it had begun to eat at him.

You never spoke of these little excursions you took outside of the village, never said where you went or what you did. He had tried to ferret the intel out of you, bringing it up every now and then during conversation, but you would simply not answer or change the subject. Even early on in your friendship, this stuck in his craw a little bit, but he always deferred to respecting your privacy. You stayed out of his business when he made it clear he didn’t want to talk about something, so he gave you the same respect, but now...

It was driving him bloody mad.

Perhaps it wouldn’t bother him so much if you didn’t always look so utterly spent when you returned home. It wasn’t just mental weariness; you were physically exhausted, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were seeing someone. What if you had a partner, a lover who was— he gritted his teeth— doing this to you.

He didn’t like thinking about it, shouldn’t be thinking about it— it was none of his bloody business, but he couldn’t help it. The truth of it was he hated seeing you in such a state, knowing he had nothing to do with it.

You looked that way, right now, peeking around the open door of your flat. His hands clenched into fists and his jaw creaked as he ground his teeth. He stood there on your threshold, staring down at you as you peered up at him, a bone-tired expression on your face. “Riley. Did you just get back?”

It was times like this that he wished you hadn’t opened the door at the pub that night, because you’d opened something up inside him as well, and not everything that came crawling out of him was nice. Something dark and cold was curling in his chest, leaving a bitter taste at the back of his throat. It fed venom to that thought that had been swirling in his head all day long. Where the fuck had you been and who the hell were you with?

“Got back this mornin’. Came by earlier but you weren’t here,” he replied, tilting his head. “Ya goin’ t’invite me in ‘r not?”

You blinked, lids drooping in slow motion before fluttering up again. You were dead on your feet. “Oh. Yeah, of course. Sorry,” you mumbled, shuffling aside. “C’mon in.”

Simon stepped inside, glancing around. He’d never been inside your flat before. It was little more than a cracker box, and a shite one, at that, but it was clean and tidy, and very much you.

There were a lot of bookshelves and houseplants. His eyes went a little wide at the sight. Every bit of free space had a shelf of some sort crammed in it and then that was crammed full of books. There were large colorful art prints and old movie posters in cheap frames that caught his eye, odd little knickknacks, little framed photos of family and friends tucked onto shelves and set about the room. There was the lingering smell of food in the air that made his stomach growl. 

“Mind takin’ off your boots?” you asked.

Simon turned his head to stare after you as you stepped into your tiny kitchen, then glanced down at his booted feet. Sodden tracks littered the clean tiles. He bent and unlaced them, toeing them off before setting them beside your own shoes on the small mat you kept by the door. He noticed how small your shoes looked next to his and for some reason he felt his chest grow warm and tight.

“Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll make you a cuppa, yeah?”

“Yeah. Sure.” His eyes travelled over your form, noting the lounge pants with fat, white cartoon cats overlaying a textile pattern of hot pink and black plaid. Your shirt was a ratty looking band tee with AC/DC’s Highway to Hell album cover printed on it, faded and cracking from multiple washes. Black and pink fuzzy socks covered your feet. You must have taken a shower when you got home, because your hair hung loose and damp, face scrubbed free of makeup. You looked... good this way.

Padding through the small living area, he took a seat on your couch and groaned as he sank into the cushions. Pulling a throw pillow out from the corner to settle back into the seat better, he tucked it between his thigh and the arm of the couch. It smelled faintly of the perfume you wore.

He could picture you curled up here, head on the pillow, that fluffy blanket at the other end of the couch tucked around you while you read or watched the telly. He eyed your entertainment setup next, noticing how small your little flatscreen was. He had a monitor that was about the same size. Your DVD collection put his to shame, though. He leaned forward and tilted his head to study the titles.

“You can borrow any of those you like,” you said, rounding the couch with an arm outstretched, a steaming mug in your hand.

He nodded his thanks, watching as you settled back with your own mug at the other end of the couch. You sipped it with your eyes closed, humming before setting the mug down on the coffee table in front of you. Turning slightly, you gave him a once over, something he noticed you did now when he returned from deployment.

“You weren’t gone so long this time. That’s good, right?”

Simon grunted. He had been gone for ten days, a quick in-and-out to retrieve a hostage from a safehouse in Switzerland. Bad intel resulted in an ambush instead of an extraction. No one had made it out unscathed. The stitches in his shoulder began to itch. “Depends on how ya look at it.”

You gave him a querulous expression but knew better than to probe for more information. Riley never talked about his missions, his ‘ops’, as he and Ollie called them. “Have you eaten? I’ve got some left—”

“Where were you all day?”

Your mouth hung open, caught off guard by his sudden inquiry. “I had some errands outside of the village,” you replied, purposefully vague.

“Must’a been a hell of an errand. Yer bloody exhausted,” he persisted, eyeing you. “An’ it took ya all day, too.” Your confused little frown prompted him to add, “Came by earlier tonight. Ya still weren’t ‘ome yet.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, drawing your knees up closer to your chest as you pushed yourself back into the corner of the couch. You averted your gaze and shrugged. “It’s no big deal. All the travelling, I suppose. The bus, the train ride. It tires me out.” You shook your head and picked up the remote, holding it out to him. “Here. Find something to watch. I’m going to go heat up the leftovers for you.”

He took it from your hand, trying not to glare at you in frustration. Not your bloody business, he reminded himself. “Ya don’t gotta do that, Dee. Just— rest,” he muttered, biting the inside of his cheek to stop the questions in his mouth from tumbling out.

“It’s no problem,” you said, moving to get up, but he stopped you with a growl.

“Jus’ bloody leave it,” he groused. “Ya ain’t m’damn mum.”

He could see hurt flash in your eyes before that little scowl appeared. Scoffing, you sneered at him. “Fine, ya grumpy arsehole.”

Simon seethed for a few minutes, then gave up. “Ya don’t gotta feed me every time ya see me, Dee.”

You slanted a mean, narrow look at him. “I’ve seen how you grocery shop, remember? Protein bars and a pack of Stella’s is not sustenance. Neither is eating takeaway every other meal.”

He threw his head back on the cushion, staring up at the cracked ceiling. Bloody hell this place was a dump. You deserved better than this. He blew out a tired sigh. “Fine. If it’ll stop yer naggin’, I’ll eat.”

Your smile was instant and smug. “Good,” you said, rising from the couch. “Now, find something to watch,” you said, pointing at the telly.

“Need to use the loo, first. Ya mind?”

“‘Course not,” you said over your shoulder, pointing at your bedroom door. “Through my room. Door’s open.”

Simon stood and circled the couch, casting a quick glance over you before entering your room. He slowed his steps on entry. He was walking through your inner sanctum, your most personal space. It was tiny with little room for more than the twin bed, nightstand and chest of drawers, another small flat screen sitting atop it. He paused when he glanced down at your nightstand, spotting a framed photo. Darting a quick glimpse over his shoulder, he picked it up to study it.

The picture had been taken at the pub. You were standing behind the bar, leaning on an elbow as you talked to... him. He was in the photo as well. There was a brief moment of panic, but considering the angle, it had to have been taken by someone else behind the bar, so it was taken either by Ollie or Fiona, probably Fiona. Ollie knew better.

He examined the photo closely. He was seated in his usual spot, arms resting on the bar, an empty tumbler and a book lying between you. You were looking at each other, an amused little smile on your face. What struck him was how he was looking at you. He had tilted his head, his eyes focused on you like you were the only person in the room, then realized that’s usually how it felt, too. You always had been a bloody distraction. He shook his head.

He startled when he heard you close the microwave and quickly set the picture back the way he found it, hurrying on silent feet into your bathroom.

It was about the size of a postage stamp, barely enough room for him to move. He shut the door behind him, then huddled over the toilet, arm pressed against the wall as he relieved himself. He noticed the toilet was leaking and frowned as he washed his hands. He’d ask you about it, offer to fix it. The faucet in the shower stall was dripping as well. He reached in to try to tighten the knob, but it was no use. He then took your shampoo off the little formed ledge and sniffed it. It smelled nice, sweet and floral, like you.

Not wanting to linger any longer, he made his way back to the main living area, but you motioned for him to sit at the counter instead. “Just in time,” you said, sliding a plate towards him. “I’ll go sit and watch some telly, so you can eat in peace.” 

You laid a fork and knife by the plate with a sheet of kitchen roll for a napkin. Simon looked down as you drew your hand away, his own darting out to catch your wrist and pull your hand closer to get a better look at it.

“Bloody hell, Dee,” he muttered, looking at the raw, red patches and peeling skin. “What the fuck did ya do to yer hands?”

You shrugged, trying to pull it back. “It’s nothing. They get like this, sometimes. Probably something in the cleaning products I use, most likely. I wear gloves, but I seem to always end up with my hands soaked at some point.”

He held on, skimming a thumb over the irritated skin. “You should tell Ol the stuff he uses at the pub is fuckin’ up yer skin.”

You gave him an odd look then offered a reluctant nod. “Yeah. Guess I should.” You dropped your gaze to the plate of food in front of him. “Go ahead and eat,” you reminded him softly, taking your hand back.

You came around the counter and walked behind him, your steps taking you back to the small sitting area. He heard the telly turn on and snippets of sound erupted as you began flipping through the channels. He chanced a peek over his shoulder, seeing only the crown of your head poking up above the back of the couch. You stopped flipping channels, settling on some old black and white movie. He turned back around and looked at his plate.

It was simple fare— bangers and mash, but it was one of his favorite dishes. The steam rising from the plate smelled heavenly and his stomach rumbled in protest. Tugging his balaclava up to his nose, he picked up the knife and fork and dug in. The first bite made his eyes slide shut as he savored the taste. It was so bloody good, reminding him of his childhood, of his mum. She used to make the same dish. Nostalgia, bittersweet, overtook his thoughts as memories of sitting at the dinner table with his mum and Tommy took up his headspace.

Eventually, his attention began to drift. He found himself listening to the voices on the telly, the volume kept low in consideration of your neighbors. His eyes wandered over the small kitchen before him.

The counter was scarred and chipped but scrubbed clean, like the rest of the kitchen. Old enamel and scratched chrome gleamed under the glow of the overhead light. You had a collection of herbs in the window, a collection of cookbooks on top of the fridge, and a collection of smaller appliances pushed back against the wall below the cupboards. He couldn’t even guess what the majority of them were for.

He looked down at his empty plate then back around the small kitchen. You should be cooking in a big, fully stocked kitchen worthy of your skills, he thought. He turned in his seat to look around the rest of the flat. As shabby as the place itself was, you still made it feel warm and inviting; you made it a home. He couldn’t help but wonder what you could do with a place like his row house, but then that thought segued into a darker thought.

Did you do this for whoever you went to see on your days off? Did you cook for him, too? Did you clean his flat for him while you were there? Was that why your hands were in such bad shape? He was certain whoever the sorry wanker was, he didn’t appreciate it enough. If he did, you wouldn’t be living here. He should be taking better care of you.

The need to discover where you went and who you were seeing was eating him alive, and now he was more determined than ever to find out. He wouldn’t be able to let it go until he did.

Taking his dirty dishes to the sink, he quickly washed them and left them to dry in the rack, then went back to join you on the couch. When he came around, he looked down at you and then paused. You’d fallen asleep, your head lying against your shoulder. A tube of topical cream was lying in your lap, something you had used to treat your hands, which laid atop the blanket, still red and raw looking. It pissed him off to see you this way, but he choked it down and swallowed it to sour in his gut with your food.

He needed to go. He didn’t want to lash out at you again because he was angry at the useless sod you were apparently seeing. Perhaps he needed to find this bastard and have a word with him. It would probably piss you off to no end, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t let this stand. He should be treating you far better, and Simon was more than happy to inform him of that fact. You were his friend, and he would do everything in his power to look after you.

That was the excuse he went with as he decided to follow you on your next outing. Mind made up, he slipped his boots back on and readied himself to leave.

“Doll,” he murmured, giving your shoulder a gentle shake.

Your eyes blinked open and you sat up. You looked about, confused for a moment before peering up at him with a sleepy expression that made his heart beat funny in his chest. “Sorry, Ri. Must’ve dozed off.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, love. You need to go to bed. I’m headin’ home.”

You nodded, standing to see him to the door. You paused, turning back to look behind you. “Oh, did you want to pick out some movies or a book or something?”

Simon smiled beneath his mask. “’S alright, doll. How ‘bout I bring you home tomorrow after work an’ pick out something then, yeah?”

Your eyes went a little wide, a little smile forming. “Yeah, that will be fine. I could make us dinner, too. Feed you an actual hot meal instead of reheated leftovers,” you offered.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow. G’night.”

“Good night, Ri. Be careful driving home.”

He gave you a nod and turned to leave, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to lock your door.”

“Will do!” you called after him, that little smile still lingering as you watched him disappear from sight.

Locking up, as promised, you went to bed thinking about what you were going to make him for dinner the next evening. You gazed at the photo by your bedside until you drifted back to sleep.

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[moonlight-tmd]

about that post where bumblebee likes to sleep in small, tight places.

is he basically a cat, like some cats like being in small spaces. how do the others react when they can't find bee and eventually find him napping away on some tall or small object/space? if they can't find him will they check bulkhead's subspace because they know he likes to nap there? what is his favorite place to nap?

I really like the fact bee can just become a ferret and sleep almost anywhere, surely at one point he slept in a box. what if he slept under his bed? could he do that?

Ah yeah, that XD

yep, with and without AUs, the small Bee is really flexible.

Tho I would put the title of a cat to Prowl since acts like one; he wants attention, doesn't want attention, is overall 'leave me alone' kinda guy, disappears randomly and sometimes he shows he cares. Also no sense of personal space.

Bumblebee is more like a ferret since they're also like cats but they're a lot more playful, energetic and social.

This fucker is flexible enough to fit under his berth alright, if Prowl tried to squeeze in there he would get stuck- i mentioned in that post he is flexible enough to fit in the heavy duty vents(big ones, like from FNaF: Security Breach almost).

His favorite spot would be Bulkhead's subspace, the sound of the other mech's inner gears working and Sparkbeat is soothing. If he can't nap there then he'd go under his own berth, he made himself a little nest there, Sari comes there to hang out with him sometimes.

Whenever it gets too quiet around the base and the others know Bee hasn't left- the search is on. They either suspect he got stuck or is napping somewhere he shouldn't. Or both.

Most of his napping spots are somewhere he can easily get out of, but few of them are 'you will get stuck' kind of places. And he keeps finding more around the plant. After the "Where is he? in Bulkhead's subspace!" situation, whenever he goes "missing" they check Bulk's subspace first. Then they call him- that sometimes works. If not then they have to search the entire base to find him recharging in some ridiculous location: rafters, on top of the main hub computer, in Prowl's tree, under his berth, under everyone's berths, in the vents, the storage rooms, inside the concrete cylinders laying around, and more.

One time he went missing, the team literally had to ransack their own rooms cuz they couldn't find him. Only for Ratchet to call everyone to come to medbay and point to the crate he uses to transport parts and tadah, Bee is sleeping safe and sound in there, curled up, half covered in said parts.

This is a stupid superpower he is too dumb to use.

Well, no. He did crawl thru a crack in the wall to rescue his team at some point. And gave them creeps for the rest of the week in the process. So he knows how to use it, he just chooses not to most times cuz it's way funnier to annoy others with it.

lol imagine if he did leave like thru the vents and others thought he was still inside. Like, he comes back with some snack and Sari with ice cream and they just see everyone looking under furniture and in cabinets calling his name. Bee would not let them live that down. Both cuz it's funny as fuck and it shows they do care about him.

[jackals-ships]

longer post now that i have a chance for the dog ghb first meeting + some relationship stuff that i am realizing is closeish 2 the original but Listen. Vibes;

still fiddling with the bg information bc gestures at the hemospectrum humans wouldn't y'know. Fit There being not trolls but id put them at ~at/below rustbloods in most regards for this timeline just 4 ease

bc of that Dog as Jackal worked primarily in information and infiltration, very much a "got lucky and noticed" type of deal. since bc of the above point a lot of trolls will just kinda gloss over Some Dude in the bg (TO be fair that is universal) + even more so if ur like. shorter than tit height,

ends up getting noticed by HIC who's kinda amused by the whole situation + like me goes :3c y'know what would be REEL funny?

enter jackals no good very bad awful day bc what do you mean the empress wants to talk??

one fear

opening the door and seeing A Fucking Clown

many fear. the fears are in there having a fear orgy

especially once they realize it's not just A Clown it's THE Fucking Clown?? HELLO?

internal monologue is just "what would hurt less me killing myself or him killing me" "probably myself right??" "should I run? no he's Fuck Off Huge"

vibrating at speeds known only to shrimp. b4 this they've Never interacted with these two. hilariously they DID bump into The Orphaner once ("bump" they saw him and wisely scampered The Other Way)

HIC: :3c hey you wanna work for the church ".......what." HIC: it's a yes or no question guppy ".....y. yeah?" HIC: okay cool hey clownfish have ur new boy

im looking at him he's looking at me we're looking at each other + WHAT?

she didn't tell Bachus (goes <3 @almostourgalaxy 4 letting me borrow the names) before hand so he's also "....what?"

i AM a sucker for heart (diamond,) eyes at first sight but it seems more fitting that he's initially "??? NO???" (jackal doing the dog whale eye at the clown bc YOU TOLD HER NO???)

there's a lot of back and forth arguing that boils down to "you're taking them and you're NOT killing them yourself neither is anyone in the church On Purpose" "this is so stupid" "Do It Anyways"

jackal.exe has shut down. the first like 2 weeks they are Not With It! it's legitimately shocking they DIDN'T die by accident

i think the 👀 huh happens when jackal is finally more Themself and he walks in on them throwing hands with another new recruit over smthin stupid

just the combo of them being bloodied and obviously Reckless As Hell he's just "god FUCKING damn it okay"

jackal is now dangling from bachus's hand like a ferret. they've now discovered that having him pet their entire face Is Kinda Soothing. Huh. Neat

immediately back to many fear dot png once they realize WHOMST is holding them by basically the scruff

the relationship is a lot more slow burn bc jackal is Constantly skittering out of his reach, it's like trying to get a feral kitten to stop hissing at you

im deciding still on How They Get Together Properly but i DO know that half the church is contemplating locking them in a room together bc he keeps making sad damp eyes at them and there is only so much everyone can take,

also at least in this regard they are 100% a roach of a man. there is NO way they should've made it thru any training. And Fucking Yet !!!

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Heat of the moment | Dean Winchester |

Chapter 9

"Tyler and Perry just like Aerosmith" mark says sitting on the chair infront of us petting a snake that was wrapped around him, did I mention I'm terrified of snakes

"Yeah, small world so the last time you saw frank o'Brien?" Sam asks wanting to get to the point, I look around completely freaked out with all the freaky animals

"Monday, he was watching me from his window I waved at him but he just closed his curtains" mark says shrugging

"Mm, did you speak to him recently did he seem different scared?" Dean asks

"Oh totally he was freaking out" mark says still petting the snake I start bouncing my knee up and down so stressed out when Dean puts his hand on my knee stopping me he looks at me confused I just look away

"Do you know uh— do you know what scared him?" I stutter out trying to calm down

"Well, yeah, witches" mark says nonchalantly

"Witches....like?" Sam says him and Dean looking at eachother doing that speaking through there eyes thing

"Well "wizards of oz" was on the tv the other night right? And he said that green witch was totally out to get him" Sam and Dean just look at eachother again confused

"Anything else scare him?" Sam asks

"Everything else scared him Al-qaeda, ferrets, artificial sweeteners -" he says but I stop listening hearing hissing from this giant lizard and start thinking what if it got out, what if it ate me, what if it ate Dean or Sam I bite my lip hard frightened thinking of all the possibilities Dean keeps looking over at me questionably sensing I'm not myself but I just ignore him and keep looking around

"She smells fear" at that i look back over at Mike who smells fear I think scared when I hear a hissing behind me and jump up off the couch looking behind me seeing a giant snake I run out of the room out to the car getting in taking a deep breath

"Fuck what's wrong with me" I sigh out trying to calm my racing heart, I jump when I hear Sam and Dean get in they both turn around looking at me incredulously

"Em what the hell was that?" Dean asks

"Sorry....im just really afraid of shakes" I mutter out ashamed I made a scene

"Yeah I got that" Sam laughs turning back around but Dean just keeps looking at me curiously but eventually he turns around starting the car heading to the county clerks office

~~~time skip~~~

"It says here franks wife Jessie was a manic-depressive she went off her meds back in '88 and vanished they found her two weeks later three towns over strung up in her motel room- suicide" Dean says handing Sam some papers I look over Sam shoulder examining them

"Any chance frank helped her along to the other side" I say looking over at Dean

"No. Frank was working the swing shift when she disappeared" Dean says looking back at me I get caught in his eyes for a moment and he starts to smile realizing it I look away blushing lightly

"Airtight alibi" Sam says ignoring us use to our relationship at this point, Dean starts the car driving off

"How was franks pad" Dean asks Sam

"Clean searched it too to bottom no emf, no hex bags, no sulfur" Sam says

"So probably no ghosts, no witches, no demons 3 down and 97 to go" I say siting back in my seat sighing

"Yeah" Sam sighs to, when the emf machine starts to go crazy Sam and Dean look confused as Sam pulls it out of his pocket

"What the hell" Dean says bewildered looking at the machine Sam points it towards me and it starts beeping when he pulls it away it stops

"Am I haunted?!" I say looking at them scared Sam looks at me with a face of realization deans a little slower but he soon realizes to slamming his hand against the wheel

"Shit" he sighs out

~~~the next day~~~

I'm in the car with Dean Sam going to call Bobby and get food, I'm flipping through the radio when I hear "one of the girls" by the weekend and smile blasting the volume I start singing along moving my hips to the beat I look over at Dean and he's looking at my hips open mouthed my smile turns into a smirk I lower the volume a little

"You got something right here Dean" I point towards my mouth laughing

"Huh what.. oh shut up" Dean stutters looking away embarrassed he was caught I just smile when I feel a burn at my arm I itch it when I feel my skin already irritated I look down to see three deep burn scratches on my arm

"What the hell?!" I say Dean looks over when he sees them he grabs arm concerned, we hear a bang on the car and look to see Sam out the window we both get out of the car

"Dude look at this" Dean holds my arm out for Sam to see he looks at it also concerned I start to get nervous pulling my arm back going to scratch it when Dean slaps my hand away

"No" Dean points his finger at me I pout

"I just talked to Bobby" Sam interrupts

"And?" Dean says frustrated

"Um well your not gonna like it" Sam says looking at me

"What?" I question nervously

"It's ghost sickness" Sam says looking at me and Dean

"Ghost sickness" Dean says gritting his teeth

"Yeah" Sam replies looking upset

"God no" Dean says leaning back on baby

"I don't even know what that is" I say confused

"Ok so some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes" Sam trails on

"Ok get to the good stuff" I say impatiently Dean also looks curious

"Symptoms are you get anxious and scared then really scared then your heart gives out, sound familiar?" Sam questions

"Yeah but Sam we haven't seen a ghost in weeks" Dean says I can tell he's scared for me

"Well I doubt she caught it from a ghost, look once a spirit infects that first person ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever it's like the flu, now frank o'Bren was the first to die which means he was probably the first infected, patient zero" Sam finishes Dean runs his hands through his hair

"Our very own outbreak monkey" I say with fake enthusiasm

"Right get this frank was in maumee over the weekend softball tournament which is where he must've infected the other two victims" Sam says putting the pieces together

"Were they gamecocks?" Dean asks

"Cornjerkers"

"So ghost infected frank, he passed it onto the other guys and I got it from his corpse?" I say my heart beating fast out of what I now know is this ghost sickness

"So now what I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops" I say to Sam

"More like 24" he looks at me awkwardly

"Super" I say sarcastically

"Yeah" Sam says looking at Dean who looks extremely pissed

"Why you and not me" he says angrily

"Yeah see Bobby and I have a theory about that to turns out all three victims shared a certain personality type frank was a bully, the other two victims- one was a vice principal the other was a bouncer" Sam says looking at Dean doing the talking through eyes thing again

"Ok?" I say confused

"Basically they were all...temperamental, sarcastic you know" Sam says looking down shyly

"So you're saying I'm an asshole?" I say a little angrily

"Hey if anyone's a asshole it's me so that doesn't explain anything" Dean looks at me reassuringly I smile rolling my eyes

"No no it's not just that all three victims used fear as a weapon and now this disease is returning the favor" Sam makes sure to clarify

"I don't scare people" I say confused

"I was just a little scared" Sam says quietly to which I roll my eyes

"Listen all we do is scare people" Dean says putting his hand on my arm squeezing it

"Ok well then you guys are assholes to" I say defensively but relaxing a little under deans touch

"Apparently we're not" Sam says smirking a little

"Whatever! How do we stop it" I say annoyed at his smug smile

"We gank the ghost that started all this we do that the disease should clear up" Sam says

"You thinking franks wife?" Dean says eager to get me cured

"Who knows why she killed herself, you know" Sam shrugs Dean inhales sharply know seeming more nervous and scared then me I reach out and grab his hand squeezing it trying to calm him like he did me he looks down at out intertwined hands smiling a little

"Hey what are you guys doing waiting out here anyway?" Sam questions Dean looks at me expectantly

"We'll...our rooms on the fourth floor....its - it's high" I say ashamed Sam just laughs rolling his eyes which makes me flip him off smiling sarcastically Dean smiling watching us

"I'll see if I can move us down to the first floor" Dean says bringing my hand up to his lips kissing it before letting go heading inside the motel lobby I smile looking down at my hand

( to be continued ) hope you enjoyed!

[blackjackkent]

OK, off to the Foundry. Very imposing, very LARGE building right near where we saved Volo, surrounded by a number of wrought iron gates and, of course, several Watchers.

After breaking through the gate, got a kind of fun little interaction between Karlach and Jaheira:

"These Steel Watchers are big as hell!" "All the more cracks and crevices for a wild-shape to ferret into - gum up the works a little." "[laughs] I'd give my other horn to watch that!"

XD

Tragically I don't have the option to actually play this out, because the smallest form I'm allowed to transform Jaheira into is a cat. But it does provide an entertaining mental image.

I was going to try for a sneakysneak approach to get inside (in the hopes of avoiding fighting any more Steel Watchers until after we'd gotten the lay of the land) but unfortunately there's a guard waiting just inside the door and Hector biffed his attempt at bluffing his way inside (unsurprisingly). So we did have to fight one guy so I'm not sure if this counts as sneakysneak anymore.

Jaheira comment as we start wandering through the factory: "Someday I will sit down. I mean it." I love her. I will stop saying this never.

(Unironically I have gone down such a Jaheira mental rabbit hole since getting into Act III and starting to bring her places. I liked her a lot in BG1/2 but most of my feels were more centered around Caden and Aerie and Rasaad, but I've really been starting to get The Feels about her in recent weeks.)

Stepping through the big inner door and it seems we got here just in time for a showdown happening between the Gondians and their guards.

My initial thought was that Gortash gave a kill order when he learned his hostages were no longer hostaged - but it is much better. THE GNOMES ARE RISING! \o/

"You have beaten and tormented us to the brink of insanity! You cut out my eyes! But we will bow no more! GONDIANS! Rip the Motivator from this bastard's hands! FOR GOND!"

FUCK YEAH GET HIS ASS! WE'RE WITH YOU!

[remyfire]

🎲 for Piercentyre! -ypq

I need you to know I got so excited to see the boys and then this is what I generated.

Randomizer is a bigger fan than all of us. Anyway, you get a kiss on the forehead, hell YEAH, let's DO IT! Kiss Roulette

"Yo." As John strolls into the Swamp, he tosses the football he'd been carrying vaguely to the side.

As he probably should've anticipated, it beans Hawk in the head. "Hey!" Without another hesitation, Hawkeye grabs his pillow and chucks it at John.

He knocks it away with a grin, then drops onto his own cot. "Lemme borrow your razor."

"Go shave with this morning's toast," Hawkeye fires back.

Okay, so maybe the football had been a bad idea if he wanted a favor, but it's not like John can help himself. There's something about antagonizing Hawkeye just that little bit that brightens a part of John. It's similar to the good old days of paling around with his football team in college, even the harmless pranks they'd pick on each other with in medical school.

It's kinda different with Hawk. Sweeter on his tongue. But he doesn't have time to worry about that.

"C'mon, c'mon, I'm on a schedule right now. I got a date in, like, half an hour. If I don't grab a shower real quick, I'm gonna be late."

Hawk sends him a look. He's not placated. Not yet. Little shit. He grabs the most recent issue of Frolicking Nudists, flips it open, and starts reading. "Frank'll loan you his."

"Pretty sure human hair and ferret hair doesn't work the same. It won't do a thing."

"Then I hope Ginger likes stubble burn."

"Hawk, just for five minutes. You're not even using it right now," John points out. "What's the big deal?"

Hawkeye goes quiet for a long moment, and really that should put John on higher alert than it does, but he's also leaning back on his cot in one long, languid line, and John's gaze goes a little fuzzy just in time for Hawk to speak up with a very calm, "Okay, so suck me off, and you can borrow it."

He might as well be asking John to support Hawk's bid to become a Republican senator. "Say that again?"

"Suck. Me. Off." Hawk drops one foot to the ground, his boot making it land with a heavy thud, and the effect makes his legs sprawl wide open, lean thighs leading in a perfect V to his...

John shakes his head, clearing the onset of cobwebs in his skull. "Ha-ha, very funny."

"What's funny is that you think I'm kidding." Hawk flips to the next page of his magazine, then turns it on its side so he can fully open the centerfold. He lets out a low whistle. "I'm 0 for 5 with nurses this week, Trap. If I don't get something, I'll probably burn up into a fucking crisp."

"Is that how it works?" John bats back immediately, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks. "You don't get lucky, your blood boils so hot that you burst into flames?"

"Something like that," Hawk drawls. He glances over the top of the magazine, and though John can only see his eyes, he knows what it means when they crinkle at the edges. "Ohh, you look like you might know a little something about it. What's the matter? Getting a little flushed, big guy?"

"Shut up." John scoffs and shakes his head. "It's fucking hot out, c'mon."

"Uh-huh." He sounds the furthest from convinced he can possibly be. When Hawkeye disappears behind the nudie mag again, he keeps talking. "Fine, fine. I'll settle for a kiss."

John flicks his tongue out, moistens his lips. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, sure. Consider it swallowing your pride. Crawling over, begging for mercy, all that."

"All I hear is you still tryin'a get me on my knees."

Hawk laughs. "You're gonna be thinking about nothing but that from here on out, aren't you? Wonder what Sidney would have to say."

Nothing that John hasn't spent years doing a tap dance over like a guy trying to kill a roach, but who just can't catch it.

He doesn't know if it's the war, the distance from anything sane, or just the magnetic fucking force of his pretty bunkie, but there's something about being here specifically that keeps blowing up that bonfire inside of him bigger than a billboard.

John rubs his sweaty palms on his fatigues, then shoves himself to his feet.

Immediately, Hawk drops the magazine to his chest, and they lock eyes. John's not sure how he manages to take these careful steps forward without his blood melting his veins and muscles all in one, but. Somehow. He does. One by fucking one.

He gets caught up in the minute shifts of Hawk's expression, how he goes from the earlier annoyance to neutrality, then uncertainty. Right when John's stopped at the very edge of his cot, there just a taste of something else. Vulnerability. It's in his eyes, big and blue and...and begging.

Jesus, Hawk, what the hell are we doing?

John comes down on one knee, hovers his hand awkwardly in the air, then smooths Hawk's feathery hair out of his face. For a second, he almost thinks he makes it up, but yeah, no, Hawkeye just let out the quietest, softest groan through those parted lips. How can he do that? How does he make it that easy, letting what he wants show so vividly in his gaze, in his voice? How is he not scared to fucking death right now?

John hesitates. A knot swells in his throat. And before he can change his mind, he leans in and leaves a lingering kiss on Hawk's forehead.

Hawkeye sucks in a shuddering breath. "Hold on a second."

"You didn't say where," John tries to whisper back, but it comes out as a ragged growl.

Hawk pins him right there with his stare, something that heats up until it's molten. But his jaw tightens just that little bit, and it tells John they've danced around this yet again.

"Never let it be said I'm not a man of my word," Hawk drawls as he rolls over, opens his trunk, and pulls out his shower kit. "Here."

"Thanks." John grabs the razor, then snags his robe and towel. "I'll bring it back when I'm done."

"Uh-huh."

John's almost fully out the door when Hawkeye calls after him. "There's a return fee too, y'know."

John rolls his eyes as he keeps walking. That flush in his face stays ruddy and hot.

[squadxx4392]

HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS EPISODE 3!!

Severus: Yeah Lucius is dumb enough to let his son burn himself

Minnie : Oh dear Merlin, I am this close to hanging myself. if they get arrested, I am not taking the fall. get out of my office

Severus: Yes ma'am

Sirius : bye Minnie!!!

Draco: I'm feeling Ron is telling the truth

Pansy : about what?

Draco: Yk

Hermione : Ron says a lot of stupid shit constantly, be more specific, bitch

Ron: Oh you mean Harry not liking you, yeah that's true he tells me all the time how much he hates you

Harry : RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY ISTG I WILL MURDER YOU IN COLD BLOOD AND CONFESS TO THE MURDER STOP THAT

Ron: You complain about him a lot

Harry : BECAUSE HE'S A GIT BUT HE'S MY GIT! I don't hate him!

Ron: You hate him

Harry : NO I FUCKING DON'T!

Ron and Draco: *trying not to laugh*

Draco: I mean if you want to break up just say it

Harry : N- wait a fucking second. You two plotted this, didn't you? I'm not talking to you for a week

Draco: ... *actually crying 😢*

Harry : No- No baby! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry! *hugging Draco*

Draco: 😢 I'm very hurt

Luna : Aw, come here Harry! I'll give you a hug!

Harry : *goes to hug Luna instead*

Draco: *unties self and sits in the trunk 😢*

Seamus : *appearing out of thin air* BOO! *disappearing into thin air*

Draco: *sniffles* *cry cry*

Harry : DEAN AND SEAMUS COME OUT YOU'RE UNDER MY INVISIBILITY CLOAK, I KNOW NOW

Draco: *still crying*

Ron: Uh- Harry I think you should be more worried about your ferret-

Hermione : here stuff your face with these and hush *handing him a big ass tin of her homemade chocolate chip cookies*

Ron: Okay-

Harry : See? Herm's got it! I'm tryna get Seamus and Dean to show their asses right this second so I can hex them.

Draco: 😢

Luna : *passing the joint around* here Draco!

Draco: *shakes head*

Ginny : Pass me that, yeah?

Luna : Here ya go, Gin!

Draco: *grabs matches and lights them placing it on his skin trying to be sneaky*

Pansy: DRACO JESUS

Draco: Fire 🤩

Hermione : Aguamenti! *snatches the matches* we're driving across the ocean, knock it off!

Draco: Ugh no fun

Ginny : *taking a long drag from the joint* you can light the whomping willow on fire when we get back

Draco: I want to light skin on fire

Ginny : Okay then, light Filch on fire when we get back!

Ron: Who's volunteering first then... to be Draco's victim...

Ginny : Did I not JUST say to light FILCH on fire???

Draco: *pours gasoline on hand and sets it on fire 🤩*

Hermione : AGUAMENTI! DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! I BAKE WITH YOUR DAD, I'LL TELL HIM ABOUT THIS

Draco : *gasps* you wouldn't dare!

Hermione : I. fucking. would.

Blaise: His dad doesn't give a shit

Hermione : But his mum does

Draco: *smirks and grabs matches*

Blaise: Were there little children back at Hogwarts?

Luna : *turns matches into needles*

Pansy: That won't help- He sews patterns into his skin 😭

Luna : OH SHIT MY BAD *turns needles into cotton balls*

Draco: NOOOOOO ITS FUN DOING THIS STUFFF

Pansy : I'll take you to the tattoo parlor after this! we can get piercings and tattoos there!

Draco: Really..

Pansy : Yes! I've been wanting a tattoo, a nose and a belly button piercing, myself!

Draco: I want a whole sleeve.

Pansy : Okay! that we can do!

Ron: And I think Draco has gone crazy

Blaise : Why don't we all go? We can all get a matching tattoo or piercing together! I vote belly button rings!

Ron: Anyone else find it weird that Harry kisses Draco's dark mark?

Everybody else : No

Hermione : He literally got his own one tattooed at a parlor a while back so Draco wouldn't be lonely with his

Ron: *looks at Blaise* Now I feel bad

Blaise : all in favor of getting matching belly button piercings then waltzing around Hogwarts in crop tops?

Draco: Can I have a skirt 😨

Blaise : Duh

Draco: FUCK YEAH

Pansy : Y'ALL WE'RE BACK LET'S FUCKING GO!! LET'S GO TO THAT TATTOO PARLOR RIGHT NOW

Draco: I want my makeup done also

Pansy : Gin and I will do it when we're getting ready to waltz around Hogwarts!

Ron: Draco in a skirt SMASH

Harry : That's my boyfriend Ron-

Blaise : Everybody shut up and get out! We're here at the tattoo parlor! We've got our piercings and then we've got our tattoos! let's roll, people!

Ron: He would be hot in a skirt

Harry : I know but that's not the fucking point! He's MY boyfriend! You've got Blaise!

Ron: I could never pass him up if he was in a skirt or a suit THAT SHITS HOT AS HELL 🛐🛐🛐🛐

Ginny : COME ON! I WANNA GET MY PIERCING FIRST!

Draco: *already at the Parlor*

Tattoo Artist : So a full sleeve?

Draco : yes please

Tattoo Artist : alright, just sign this and take a seat and we'll be right on it

Ron: Where did Dray go?

Pansy : He ran inside already. I see him sitting down with the person having the needle on his skin, so yeah

Harry:... WHAT DID YOU CALL HIM

Piercing Person : So you want a nose, a septum and a belly button?

Ginny : Yes please

Piercing Person : Alright, take a seat and we'll get started!

Draco: I want a tongue piercing

Tattoo Person : We can get you to that when we're done with the sleeve!

Draco: Okayyy

Pansy : Hey, all of us are getting belly button piercings!

Ron: DAYUM DRACO'S HOT

Piercing Person 2 : alright, well, you'll have to wait a bit, alright?

Pansy : alrighty!

Harry : SHUT UP RON!

Ron: HES HOT AS HELLLL

Blaise : You never call me that!

Ron: But... like Draco..

Harry : But... you have a boyfriend and he's right here!

Ron: I would smash your boyfriend tho

Harry : I'd smash yours as well, now c'mon, you're up next for the piercing!

Ron: Okay

Draco: Is my sleeve done I need to talk to my bf for a second

Tattoo Person : this is gonna take me hours, have your boyfriend come over here

*narrators voice* what will become of them?? will their tattoos and piercings look good?? tune in next time on HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS

[vermanaward]

patch day confirmed for 23rd i guess. which means i have six (6) weeks to figure out what the fuck i am doing re: savage

currently thinking i might follow through on the jokes and truly become a fsh main. beat lahabrea to deal with my crystalline rod. then go fishing in the skybox.

-

black hayate is going to be in the tomestone event. i approve of this greatly, not least because i have run holminster an unholy amount of times and seen the little shit drop once (lost the roll, naturally). baby boy. i will love him and cherish him and yeah my wol will still keep her emotional support ferret on her shoulder, but

[reasonablywittyatbest]

Ferret?? Not only do I not have to work for a week, oh no, I get to Cause Problems On Purpose and it'll just be seen as normal. Fuck yeah sign me up

You are made to live as a kind of house-pet for one week. You are well taken care of and loved, but you are unable to communicate to the person taking care of you that you are a person. What is your reaction?

Spin the wheel to find out which pet you will spend a week as.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Another Ocean of Demos

Still working through the Next Fest, at least partly because I got very little sleep last night (sometimes my sleeping patterns just fuck themselves up; another consequence of the fibro, yay) and I figured some poking around before work might get my brain into some kind of gear. [Edit: this waited until after I was done work to post; I thought about adding any I play tonight to the list but then thought, nah, it's been a rough week and I don't need the pressure, even self-imposed.]

Cook For Love: Some cooking games are my jam; others are too much in love with the physics for me to handle well. Cook For Love is simple on the mechanics, nicely hand-drawn, and just generally cute. Definitely going to be getting that one.

Hexaroma: This one combines the mechanics of Terrascapes and Pan'orama, and has a nice chunky art style that makes it stand out on its own. Plus you can pick biomes or choose at random, so desert one game, tundra the next, and so on. Yeah, that one's a keeper.

Bubumbu: Hidden object game with a difference. Simple, but effective and Zen enough for me, for sure.

A Shelter Full of Cats: Look, anything from Devcats is in general a yes from me. I like hidden object games, and I love cats, and Devcats games provide me both, while also working to raise awareness of things like Trap, Neuter, Release and the importance of adopting rather than shopping for a cat. Anyway, their games not being that expensive anyway, I'm definitely throwing money at this one when it comes out. That and A Building Full of Cats 2 coming out next year.

So, this has been a rough week. New Girl was off the last couple of days and it appears that Temp takes over New Girl's role as Laziest Sod In The Office when New Girl is off. And honestly, while I try to be mindful of spoiling other people, I am very, very glad I got a couple of spoilers for this week's drop of TLOVM episodes before I sat down and watched them. Not to spoil, seriously, but ... there's some changes I can't handle when I'm already not at my best. I'll wait until I know one way or another whether that's resolved. (I am not complaining about their decision, mind you - that's their call and I get why. I just personally cannot do that to myself right now.)

I hurt. A lot. I did not sleep well. I am tired of having my takeaway ordering options be so fucking limited. This country scares me. Hell, this planet scares me. Scares and depresses and enrages and there's just too much need to scream just now. This is definitely not a night to go back to Silent Hill.

Well-wishes gratefully received. I am not a hugely tactile person and y'all're a little far away for hugs anyway, but damnit, a little help in remembering the awesome in the world (because you all are, by the way) seems a necessary thing right now.

...What might also help are adorable animals. Cats, dogs, rats, ferrets, otters, and raccoons are personal favourites. I may have to dig through my Emergency Cute Supply tag anyway.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Storytime

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I'm using a cat wand and fishing for Marten who's hiding under the couch. He zooms around, grabs for the toy and keeps going, stretching it until it snaps back at me. I switch and hang it over the arm. It's almost hypnotic, watching the string gently move. I've never met any other ferrets but I can't deny that he is fun. It's pretty much impossible to be sad or stressed out when playing with a ferret.

I'm trying really hard to not think about anything we talked about at dinner but of course it's super important and I need to. I know that Emmett would probably like me to just relax and really slip into little space, I think that's what they called it but I can't just turn it on and off. I'm still a bit nervous, it seems too good to be true. I need to try though because the sooner he sees the real me, the better.

"Make room darling," he says, lifting my feet.

I spin and sit up and Marten climbs onto his lap.

"You wanna spend the night? Sleepover?" he adds, grinning.

He's enjoying this too much.

"I'd like to stay... yeah."

I mean... the suit was a hint, right? Still, it's kind of him to give me an out after that whole conversation.

"Good. I wanna check in on the game and then you can have the T.V. for an hour. How dos that sound?"

Seems more than fair to me.

"Sounds good, Emmett."

I think about what I want to watch while he checks the score. My team is winning by one run and now I actually know what the score and tops and bottoms of innings mean. I chuckle when I realize how gay it sounds.

"Baseball is so gay. Bottom of the fifth."

He's busy making Marten a little nest of blankets at his feet.

"You're silly."

He puts Marten down, puts a pillow on his lap and motions me over. I'm not gonna turn that down. When I get myself situated he starts playing with my hair and I do my best to not levitate off the couch.

"You can watch the game if you want."

My eyes are closed and will stay that way if he keeps playing with my hair.

"Just don't stop."

"Seems a fair trade to me. You're too far away to kiss during all the commercials though."

"Poor Emmett."

A while later I peek and it is in fact commercials... Pickup trucks. I just don't get why all pickup drivers drive like assholes. Okay not all but 80%, at least. I push myself up and peck him on the lips, then lean back and smile at him.

"Thank you. After I said that I realized that we didn't talk about sex or kissing or anything while you're in little space. We're gonna have to sort that out."

All day, hell all week, I've felt like I was slow on the uptake and right now is no exception. Last time I spent the night here, that morning when I humped his life like a desperate dog, I was totally in little space. It's the only time I've been relaxed enough to just go with the flow and do whatever. But sex-sex? I don't know how that will work or if I'll be able to do it. I'll probably default back to my normal self. He's looking at me, he deserves an answer but I'm not sure what to tell him.

"I don't want to ruin our sex life, Emmett."

"Me neither," he says, grinning.

"Glad we agree on that."

"I hate to say it but I think I'll have to just wait and see. I mean, I'd love to eventually but I'm not sure I can do much yet. I think if you lead, I'll jump out of little space and be me, you know? That's how I do sex, that's what I know. I've never, well, other than the other morning, I haven't done anything."

"We're talking about Saturday, right? The face-fuck?"

"Hmm. Pretty sure I was in little space then... maybe that's why I wanted you to be forceful?"

I'm slow this week but I can still put one and one together, eventually.

"Could be. I don't know. Maybe it was just a random mood. Well how about this? Let's give it a week or two and if we're at your place, I get to ravage you and if we're here, I'll have to be patient and see what happens. Deal?"

"That seems like a really crappy deal for you, Emmett."

"Darling, if I get another blow job like that it'll be the best deal of my life. And if I don't, I won't die, darling.  Seriously. I don't want you to worry about it, you need some time to get used to things and sort shit out. Besides, I'm hoping that if I let you relax and be yourself with me, maybe I'll see you more often."

He probably would.

"You may be right. Okay, I'll try to see what happens but I'm a needy boy too. Not sure I can be that patient."

He gives me a little half chuckle.

"I know I've pulled you out of headspace now, I'm sorry. Let me go put Marten upstairs and we'll see about fixing that."

He hands me the remote and I find Adventure Time while he's gone. I'm getting tired and some mindless entertainment sounds really good right now. He's on his cell-phone but he seems fine with it. My head is on his lap and that I am 100% good with.

"What time do you need to get up, Finnegan?"

I'm tired and relaxed and thinking is hard.

"Um... 6:30 or so?"

The drive from here is longer but if I'm quick, yeah. 6:30 is fine.  I've been lazy since we got the production lines up and running.

"Then it's time for bed, darling."

It's not even eleven.

"It's early."

"No it's not,.I hate seeing you exhausted. Come on... I'll help you get ready for bed."

That part sounds kind of nice so I acquiesce. He carries my bag up and hits the bathroom while I change. I brought Spiderman tonight, they fit like a glove and glow in the dark... I love them. I brush my teeth when he's done and he's resting in bed when I come out of the bathroom.

"Anything else you like to do before bed, Finnegan? Need a glass of water? A story?"

A story? I haven't been read to since...

"I... I don't usually do stories, I mean I... that sounds really nice though, Emmett. Do you have anything to read?"

Is he seriously offering to read to me before I fall asleep?

"I have a kindle, what would you like?"

I hop into bed, fluff my pillow and bury myself in the blankets.

"I don't know, anything. But not too scary or anything. Um, what about Percy Jackson?"

He might enjoy it too, maybe. At least not hate it? That would be a win.

"Ah... by Rick Riordan. Found it. Okay... this looks good. Let me download it and then we'll do a chapter."

I can't describe the feeling of peace that washes over me as soon as he starts. It feels like a dream or when you first wake from a nap and feel like you're floating. I feel safe and warm and loved and I let my imagination run wild as he reads. When he finally finishes, he kisses me on the cheek and I am too content and sleepy to beg for another chapter. It's wonderful.

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k i’m online now, but in trying to condition my pet cats w the abandoned cat child i rescued last week (literally on other sides of the wall, not even NEAR each other that much) salem decided to gouge into my arms so THATS great and now I put salem in the detention cage while the new child goes into her other room to relax bc now shes freaked out bc my daughter decided to be a bitch. 

on the upside, my original cat aka the nakey l/oki is having a great time seeing her sister in trouble. literally keeps walking in front of the cage, stealing her treats, throwing htings at the cage. she’s having a great time. salem’s pissed but ig i spoiled her too much growing up and i really dont know how to make her stop, bc at this rate even if i don’t keep the stray, I can’t just let salem get away with gouging mommy’s arms open bc htats rUDE