#or a ferret...hmm...

[loupy-mongoose]

Another cool underrated animal I was wqs reminded of! The Fossa! A cat-like carnivore from Madagascar which is more closely related to a mongoose than an actual cat. Aka the closest living animal equivalent of your Mewsona!

Lookit these big ol cat-mongooses!

This might come as no surprise… But yes, I love fossas! I’ve known about them for years (learned about them from the game Zoo Hospital, of all things), but they’ve always been just a background element of my mind. I wouldn’t mind making a Mew or ‘two based on one someday. ^^

[weirdenbyferret]

Intended to draw the mermay prompt i forgot about yesterday and start todays prompt last night, but then I remembered of how jackalopes are actually dangerous in the legends

[jawbonejoe]

At work ferreting info out of our system and it makes me feel like Gereon Rath 🥰

[jade-of-mourning]

i just really want to see mako & bolin dragging korra around her first night market after a game. every tacky vendor of metal-wire walls and flappy colorful canvas is an entire new world to her, draped in cheaply-made clothes chasing the latest fashions and carefully-wrought jewelry made by the hands of their sellers, trinkets and magnets adorning spinning racks. there are so many voices and smells overlapping, not a unified din like the arena tends to become, and bolin is bargaining the price of a hat for her that she didn't ask for and mako is shoving paper bags of greasy foods into her hands. bolin drops the hat on her head and when she steps off into a dark space between buildings where motorcycles are haphazardly parked, trying to find air again, he returns wielding sticks of tanghulu and sweet potato balls. mako slips after them and asks if she wants a drink, and she says sure, anything you think is good; you're the expert here, and he flashes her a rare smile before weaving back into the crowd with the ease of someone used to navigating faceless armies. bolin stole her bag of fishcakes on sticks and is eating them noisily to remind her of the company she has, and she tries the sweet potato balls fried just for her, soft and chewy and sugar on her tongue. korra doesn't know these snacks — she's a child of the south, nurtured by ice and storming whiteout, bannock in fish stews of carefully stored spices, wooden sweetness on her tongue in akutaq of cloudberry — but she thinks she'd like to learn to know them.

it's an odd drink that mako brings back for her by the haphazardly-parked motorcycles, drowned in jelly more than liquid, and korra savors every cool swallow sliding down her throat and the sweetness filling her heart. the brothers are pouring copious amounts of hot sauce packets into a plastic tray of noodle and offer her the splintered chopsticks, and she takes them in calloused hands and it burns the spaces between her teeth like fire against the celestial lights. what sort of insane would you need to be to enjoy this? she demands indignantly and mako just shrugs and shovels a large portion into his mouth. bolin scowls and adds more hot sauce, taking his own dig at the increasingly reddening dish, and it goes on back and forth like that until korra can't hold back her laugh. it fills the city horizon, the night market, and korra thinks beneath the glowing red signs screaming their wares that this is where people must come alive.

and she would like to feel so suddenly alone, to let her isolation swallow her up whole as a child to jelly drinks; but she doesn't, not in the company of mako and bolin sharing with her the city they lost and gained everything from — from the city that can now be hers.

[homunculus-argument]

I love browsing salty internet communities of hobbies and interests I know nothing about. The circlejerk-subreddits of every hobby. Mean-spirited blogs roasting a product you wouldn't have known how to use before you read a breakdown of how it can't be properly used for that purpose. I am riveted reading peoples' comments on a tumblr for the absolutely shittiest thoroughbread horses. I can look at a photo of a horse and just go "hmm yes. That is a horse." and there's people commenting like "somebody geld this habsburg abomination. Who the fuck corssbred a friesian with a ferret and then inbred the offspring for three generations straight. Disgusting."

[xi4oyan]

Hello here I am once again~! I hope you are ok and is feeling well

Jttw X chaotic neutral! Reader. Reader has the same personality as Monkey, although with some more self-control, but they are a mortal, and may have a little hyperfixation on animals as a whole but more specifically on monkeys, are they're going to say it to Sun Wukong? Nope! No need to inflate his ego... Reader may SOMEHOW already know Zhu Bajie... Also if possible, may Reader get so f*cking well along with Monkey that Tripitaka and the gang see double

Chaos Became Routine.

🌸

The moment she steps onto the dusty road beside the monk Tripitaka, it’s as if the world gives a mischievous little grin.

She spins on her heel, greets Wukong with an exaggerated wave and a teasing glint in her eyes. He raises an eyebrow. “And you are…?”

“Someone you’d adore, but never be quite sure why.”

He blinks. Then laughs. Loudly. The kind that echoes through mountains.

༄

Zhu Bajie’s eyes go wide. “YOU?!”

“Yes, me. Hi, darling. Still owe me a beer from that festival in Suzhou, remember?”

“How do you even *know* Bajie...?” Sha Wujing frowns.

“Long story. Short enough to make you uncomfortable.”

Tripitaka sighs. He can already feel the headache forming.

༄

The trouble starts when she and Wukong begin walking side by side. And laughing the same way. And finishing each other’s sentences. And making up games along the way (“How many wild boars can I mimic before Bajie notices?”). And climbing trees just because. And yelling “LOOK, A GIBBON!” every time she spots a monkey — only to correct herself: “Oh wait, it’s just you again, Wukong.”

“Careful with all that enthusiasm, flower. You might fall for me.”

“Impossible. I’m past that phase. I only collect *interesting* primates now.”

“Aha... So you admit I’m interesting.”

“I said primates. Didn’t say you were *one* of them.”

Wukong stares. She smiles.

Tripitaka sighs again. “It’s like watching two teenage demons seeing who can cause the most chaos without breaking pilgrimage vows.”

Sha Wujing, resigned, just carries the luggage in silence.

༄

At night, when the group is camped and Wukong is hanging upside down from a tree, she sits by the fire, a ferret asleep on her lap and a crow perched on her shoulder.

“You really have a thing with animals, huh?” he says.

She looks at him, not smiling this time. “They’re free. They’re honest. They are what they are. Ever seen a monkey pretend not to care about freedom?”

He stops. For a moment, maybe for the first time, he looks at her not as if trying to understand — but as if he recognizes something.

She then adds, back to her usual light tone:

“But don’t think this is about you.”

“Of course not. Why would it be?”

“Exactly.”

And both laugh.

Tripitaka decides to sleep early that night. If he’s to survive more weeks with the two of them, he’ll need divine patience.

༄

The next morning, the sky still dreaming in lilac tones, she slipped between the trees, one leg hanging from a branch, upside down just like the monkey she refused to idolize.

Wukong appeared out of nowhere — as usual — spinning his staff over his shoulder and holding an apple in his hand.

"Are you gonna copy me this whole trip?"

She bit into a plum no one saw her pick up. "‘Copy’ is a strong word. I prefer ‘refine.’"

"Hmm. You know everyone thinks we’re cut from the same cloth, right?"

"Of course they do. And they’re wrong."

"Oh yeah? Gonna say we’re not alike?"

"You’re an immortal spirit sculpted from celestial stone. I’m a mortal made of flesh, chaos, and coffee. But sure — maybe there’s something between us."

He paused. Looked.

She bit into another plum. “...Scabies.”

Wukong laughed so loud he scared off the birds.

༄

Chaos became routine.

They raced between villages. Argued over who could get more free food from merchants. Played guessing games mid-ambush (“Three demons, two spears, one cauldron. Bet the cauldron’s cursed.” “Wrong. It’s the guy’s mustache on the left. Trust me.”).

And when they fought side by side — Tripitaka prayed, Bajie screamed, Wujing tried to keep his cool — the two were a spectacle of instinctive sync. Like they’d trained together for lifetimes.

She’d leap onto an enemy’s back and yell “Catch this,” and he’d fling his staff with pinpoint precision. When she slipped on a rooftop, he’d grab her by the collar and say, “Easy there, little monkey.”

She huffed. “Little monkey is my grandma.”

“So what are you?”

“An enchanting anomaly.”

“At least you admit it.”

“I admit I’m enchanting. The rest is your delusion of grandeur.”

༄

One rainy night, they shared shelter beneath the ruins of a temple. Thunder growled outside, but inside only breath and the whisper of her cloak drying by the fire could be heard.

“You ever think about leaving the monk?” she asked, turning slowly.

“Every day. But then I remember, if I leave, you’ll cause twice the trouble and no one will survive it.”

She laughed, but didn’t reply. Just stared at the flames dancing like wild things.

He rested his head on his arm and watched her. “You really like all animals, huh?”

“All of them. Even the ones that bite.”

“And… monkeys?”

She looked at him. He wore that smug little smile — the kind that begged to be ignored.

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“If they know how to listen when someone says ‘don’t inflate your ego’.”

“You think I’m handsome.”

She blinked. Smiled slowly.

“I’ve seen lemurs with more modesty.”

“But none as impressive as me.”

“You’re unbearable.”

“And you like it.”

She threw a ball of bread at him.

He let it hit.

༄

The next day, Tripitaka saw them laughing together, whispering in each other’s ears like two kids about to light dynamite.

“We’re seeing double,” Bajie muttered, slack-jawed.

“Same energy,” Wujing grumbled. “Same look in the eyes. Same ‘I’ll cause trouble and smile while the world burns.’”

Tripitaka clasped his hands for a long prayer. A very long one.

Maybe asking for patience. Or the miracle of separating them.

Spoiler: neither was coming.

༄

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (6) - A Proposition for You

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 6 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 5,431

Work count for Story: 25,248

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, arguments, comfort, Alpha Space, close proximity, and scenting.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

“Excuse me, Sirs. We have arrived at the Airbnb,” the driver announces through the van's intercom system. The voice pulls Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's attention away from the end of a scenting cuddle session. 

“Thank you, Mr. Malcolm,” Jungkook calls out loud enough to be heard past the petition between the driver’s and passenger's seats. Looking down, he trails his fingers through Jimin’s hair as the tiny Alpha is now sprawled across his and Taehyung’s lap with his eyes closed. 

“Minnie, we need to get out, my little love,” looking at Taehyung, “Tae Tae? Are you good now?”

“Hmm. Yeah, Kook, I am doing better,” Taehyung opens his eyes, returning to their clear brown, longer darkened with lust. Lifting Jimin’s legs off his lap, Taehyung moves from his seat and opens the van door. 

Taehyung as he watches the panda curl up into a small ball, trying to become one with Jungkook. Raising a brow, he firmly says, “Minnie, you cuddle bug. Time to go. I know you are nowhere near a scent high, so please get up so we can get Y/n to see the doctor.”

Jumping up from lying on Jungkook’s lap, Jimin stumbles out the door and over to the first van, “I will get their door!”

Jungkook and Taehyung chuckle as they watch the dancer trip over one of the van’s swivel chairs, but he manages not to fall onto the curb before beelining it to the other van.

“Hey, hyung. Are you going to be okay around Y/n?” asks Jungkook.

“I think so. It might be better for me to keep my distance until she isn’t in as much pain. I think that is what is causing the most issues for my Alpha. Well, that and keeping away from that pathetic excuse of a Director,” answers Taehyung, growling out the last part.

“I think it would be best if we all keep away from him, though I think Manager Sejin and Namjoon will have to at least deal with him a few more times,” comments the youngest.

“Better him than us. Why don’t you go with the others? I will help with the luggage so that everything is where it should be,” suggests Taehyung before hugging Jungkook around the shoulders and kissing his cheek softly.

You didn’t realize how stuffy the van had gotten, but the intensity of the scents within the van does not go unnoticed by Jimin as he watches you bolt from the van right past him towards the packhouse.

Yoongi followed close behind with a smirk on his lips.

“What did we miss being in the reject van?” Jimin asks no, the three remaining Alphas.  

“Oh, you guys missed quite a bit, but we will talk about it later. Maybe once Miss Y/n goes in with the doctor,” Namjoon says as the rest leave the van. 

Jungkook walks up to the group and watches you with a confused look. Manager Sejin also joins them.

“You all realize she has no idea what she is to you. She isn’t going to understand why it is nice that she is so instinctually responsive,” Manager Sejin comments using air quotes.

“Yes, Manager-nim. She just was… ah it is hard to explain,” Hoseok bashfully responds as he looks at the floor.

“Well, she isn’t my mate, and I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to break it to her, but you are going to have to be careful. I know that much,” contemplates Manager Sejin, looking at you, a softness of worry crosses his face. “Do you guys know that she wouldn’t even ask for a bottle of water when she got to the van because she didn’t want to take something from the pack?”

“I have a feeling that she has had to be the one to take care of others and put herself last. She won’t ask for help, and accepting help will be hard for her. Especially since you guys are so well-known and established as a mate-bonded pack,” adds Manager Sejin, looking at his watch, down the street and then back to the gathered group.

Taking deep breaths, you hope to clear your mind, slow your heart to an average pace, and regain professionalism from wherever it is hiding. Muttering to yourself, you are unaware that Yoongi has followed you, but he keeps a distance while listening to your utterances. His smirk grows to the point where his eyes are almost closed.

Now that you have calmed down, you turn around and almost run into him, yelling, “Ahh! Don’t sneak up on me like that. I need to get you and Evie both a bell. It must be a feline thing.”

Glancing past Yoongi, you notice Taehyung coming up the steps with some of the staff carrying luggage. You also mumble, “I should get one for him, too.”

Chuckling, Yoongi shakes his head, “No bell. No house cat. Jaguar.” Taking a step closer, he sniffs, “Better? No conflict?”

You can’t help but smile softly at his concern: “No, I am fine now. I just haven’t had much skinship, as one might say… outside of my family pack, as you call them.”

“I know it is a big cultural thing amongst hybrids and even more so depending on the kind of relationship involved. I guess I was taken back by all the … all that,” you say, gesturing towards the van as if it were explaining whatever was happening inside. 

Yoongi nods in understanding and takes the last step to be by your side, facing the rest of the pack. His tail again wraps around your waist, and you giggle in amusement, regaining his attention with a raised eyebrow.

“Are you keeping me on a fur leash?” You ask, pointing at his tail on your waist.

Yoongi looks down at where you are pointing and looks at his tail like he doesn’t realize that he ever put it there, to begin with. With a glare like he is scolding a child, his tail starts to let go, which pulls at your heart a bit.

“It’s okay, Alpha,” you say as you stroke along the soft black fur, laying it back in its place, “you are keeping me close and safe as a good Alpha should. Thank you for protecting me.”

Yoongi preens at the compliment while holding back a shudder at the feeling of you petting his tail. His Alpha is happy you recognize his needs and allow him to continue. It’s like the instincts of a mate are just below the surface, waiting for a way to get out. Yoongi cannot wait to be there when you know who you are to them and watch the bonds solidify.

“Mr. Min,” you start to speak only to get cut off with an indignant huff.

“Yoongi Alpha. Not, Mr. Min. Yoon,” the jaguar says, pointing at himself with his ears flat.

“Ah, umm. Okay. Yoongi,” you say with a blush as you avoid looking him in the face. “I want to thank you for helping me not land hard on the floor back at the office. I am sure I would have been in worse shape if you hadn't tried to catch me.”

“Hopefully, you know that I do not blame you for my wrist. It was just awful timing,” you say, hoping his Alpha understands what you are saying and the Yoongi part of him also hears you.

“Still hurt. Keep safe for healing,” Yoongi says, leaning down to catch your eyesight and hoping you see the truth in his words. 

“Time to go ahead inside. Jin-hyung, can you make some snacks for everyone, including the staff? If you need help, take Hobi with you. The rest will finish helping Tae-ah with the rest of the luggage, and I will go with Yoongi and Miss Y/n to one of the guest rooms on the first floor,” Namjoon instructs the pack.

With different forms of agreement, the boys take off to do their assigned tasks.

Seokjin and Hoseok smile sheepishly as they pass you, heading to the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook wait for Taehyung to return before the three head to the packing van.  Have a group of seven Alphas with their clothes, specialized bedding, personal items, and clothes needed a small troop of men to unpack.

Namjoon walks up the stairs to the porch, his ears flicking to the street as he hears a car approaching. This could only signal the doctor’s arrival, but he leaves the greeting to the manager.

“Miss Y/n. Yoongi. If you please follow me, I will take you to one of the guestrooms you can use to meet the doctor,” says Namjoon as he opens the front door. “We have some snacks being prepared and will bring those soon as well.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose, Prime Alpha Sir. Save those for the pack and your staff, please. Plus, my stomach isn’t feeling so well with all the pain,” you explain to Namjoon. Shaking your head, you silently add, ‘The emotional whiplash isn’t helping either.’

Leading you both into the house, Namjoon nods his head, “I see. I am sorry it took so long for us to get you seen. We normally heal rather quickly as hybrids. I think we forgot that humans cannot do that. Sorry.”

“No worries, Prime Alpha, Sir. I have a high pain tolerance, according to my mom and Derek, but I guess there is just so much that has happened in a short time that my body is just kind of everywhere. I am sorry if my scent is causing any problems as well. I know it must be all over the place,” you reply.

At that last comment, you feel a tug at your waist from the tail, causing you to stumble back into Yoongi. Who buries his nose in your neck, similar to how you were being held by Hoseok in the van, causing you to blush as you regain your footing. 

“Smells good. Not bad. Y/n in pain but happy,” he says as he releases you. This time, he grabs your good hand and pulls you into the room that Namjoon has opened. 

The room is significantly larger than your bedroom, that is for sure. The walls are off-white, with a dark purple accent wall containing a sitting window. The bed is a four-post queen with deep purple curtains tied back with black lace, complementing the purple and black bedding. All the furniture is made of dark, almost burnt-looking wood with iron accents.

You look around the room with your mouth agape. “It’s so beautiful here, and look!” you exclaim as you walk to the adjoining bathroom. “It comes with a private bathroom!”

Namjoon and Yoongi smile at each other as they smell your sweet pea coming out in waves with a hint of more jasmine, which the boys now understand indicates your happiness. 

“There is also a walk-in closet, but my favorite part is the sitting window. Perfect to read in,” Namjoon adds.

There is a knock at the door, though it is standing wide open. The three of you look over to see the manager, Jungkook, and a woman with an old-fashioned medical bag standing just outside the door.

“Pardon the interruption, but Dr. Blackwell is here,” Manager Sejin states, motioning to the woman beside him, who bows.

“Dr. Blackwell! It is good to see you again. Please come in. I am sure you were informed that Yoongi is in Alpha Space and will probably like to stay, but I will step out if needed,” Namjoon greets Dr. Blackwell with a firm handshake. 

Dr. Blackwell is a younger-looking woman, but you can tell that she is still older than you. Her hair is in a French braid, and she is wearing a pantsuit. Setting her bag on the chest at the end of the bed, she looks at Yoongi with kind eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Kim. I was informed, and you are correct. Since the patient is not a member of your pack, you will have to leave. Technically, Mr. Min should leave as well, but I will leave that up to the patient,” she states, turning to you.

“Oh, umm���” Looking between the doctor and Yoongi, they both seem to await your decision. “Mr. M,” you are cut off by a huff and a tug around your waist, “Sorry, Yoongi can stay for now. I will ask him to step out if anything gets too private.”

Yoongi’s actions cause the doctor and Namjoon to pause before looking at each other. Dr. Blackwell speaks first: “Mr. Kim, I was informed that Mr. Min believes to be responsible for the injury. Is that correct?”

“Yes, that is right, and as a mate ~cough cough~ bondedpack, we are all here to support them,” informs Namjoon while staring down the doctor.

“Oh, I see, and that would explain the familiarity. Thank you, Mr. Kim. That is all I believe I need from you now. Unless you want me to check out your cough?” Dr. Blackwell teasingly asks the Prime Alpha, who turns slightly pink.

“Nope, I got it. You got it. Yeah,” sputters Namjoon. “We will head out with the rest of the pack and be waiting in the dining room near the main kitchen if you need anything or need to kick Yoongi out.”

Pleasant conversations are happening here and there between everyone present. Everyone seems to avoid you as a topic since no one has said what is happening. However, since the doctor was here, most staff have concluded that something happened between you and Yoongi. The only ones that do know are the pack and their manager.

Namjoon watches from the entryway with Jungkook draped on his back. He has always felt proud of his pack and how they treat the staff like a pseudo-family pack. They have seen other idol groups treat their staff like stepping stones, which never felt right to any Bangtan pack.

“Hey, everyone,” Namjoon says loud enough to gain the room's attention. “The pack has to have a pack meeting while the doctor is here. I invite the staff to take some prepared snacks to the guest house across the lawn and settle in. We won’t be needing any services tonight aside from Manager Sejin.”

“Namjoon-ssi, I will also head over to the other house to settle in, but I will keep my phone on me. Please text me when you need me, and I will come right over,” the manager responds while holding a tray of rolled-up meats and cheeses.

“Sounds good. Bangtan Pack, we need to meet in the dining room. Grab what’s left and come sit down,” orders Namjoon, patting Jungkook on the hand and motioning for him to help carry stuff.

With that, the kitchen is filled with goodbyes, see you later, and other pleasantries as everyone departs. Namjoon, knowing that he doesn’t do well in the kitchen, turns and heads to the dining room they will use for the meeting. 

The rest of the boys grab what they can and follow their Prime Alpha. The energy in the dining room is heavy. They know they have to discuss this; there is no getting around it, but the situation is odd. Once everyone is seated, Namjoon looks around the table to see each of his mates looking back expectantly.

“We can all agree that she is our mate, right?” The Prime Alpha asks, wanting to ensure they are at least starting on the same page. A chorus of agreement floods the room, lifting a weight off their shoulders. 

“Hyung?” Jimin tentatively speaks up.

“Yeah, Jimin-ah, everything okay?” inquires Namjoon.

“Seeing how everyone has reacted to her, I agree that she is a mate, but I want to be honest with you all… I haven’t had time for my Alpha to respond to her.” Taking a deep breath, Jimin continues, “That isn’t right actually, to be transparent; my Alpha backs away whenever she is close. I don’t know why.”

Jimin looks down and picks at the tablecloth until a Hobi takes hold of his hand. “Jimin, you were close with our last playmate and were the first of us to connect with her on a deeper level of friendship. She broke that trust with you,” Hobi begins.

“I am sure I was not the only one who was shocked that you wanted a new playmate out here. I didn’t say anything because I figured you were trying to rebound. However, rebounding by finding a new friend differs from stumbling on a new mate,” explains Hoseok. “It will be difficult for you and some of our other mates because very few of us have had any experience outside our bonded mates.”

“Minnie,” Jungkook chimes in. “I know you are nervous, and you keep trying to find a way to be around her but not at the same time, which is okay. But you need to make sure to listen to yourself and your Alpha. It is okay if you are not jumping into it headfirst like some of us are.”

“Hobi-ah and Kook-ah are right, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon finally speaks up. “This goes for everyone. We will all take this at a comfortable pace for us and, more importantly, for her. Manager-nim reminded me that she probably cannot understand what is happening right now. Not just because we haven’t said anything yet but because she is human. She is likely fighting her instincts because we are already a bonded pack.”

“Remember how long it took us to convince Jungkook-ah he wasn’t a toy? Or how Taehyung-ah didn’t open up fully until after Jimin-h finally took it into his own hands?” inquires Namjoon.

“She is gonna be like that,” Seokjin states, gaining everyone’s attention. “We need to watch ourselves. Some of us are more instinctually driven, which could drive her away. She may have instincts because she is our mate, but she wasn’t raised using those.”

“With that being said… does anyone have any suggestions?” questions Namjoon.

“Yoongi will end up being her safe space, I think,” Taehyung comments more to himself than to anyone.

Hobi shifts in his seat, remembering how self-conscious you were in the van before he speaks up, “She reminds me of myself. She doesn’t have a good self-image. We should spend time with her.  Show her who we are off-stage, as a pack, as mates with each other, and encourage her to join in.”

“While I think that is a good idea, she won’t join in,” Jungkook interjects. “She wouldn’t ask for a bottle of water for the worry of taking from the pack. How will she accept cuddle time or scenting?”

Yoongi’s ears are flat at your yelling or the feeling of failure. During the examination, his tail curled around his waist as your pain levels tinted your scent with mold. The feeling of failure and something akin to heartbreak filled his being.

The ever-calm Dr. Blackwell continues, “It would be best if you sought help during that time,” looking at Yoongi, “and since you have a respectable pack claiming responsibility for the injury, there should be nothing to worry about. Isn’t that right, Mr. Min?”

Yoongi nods with an almost blank face as he tries to hide his disappointment in himself. He internally scolds himself for breaking his mate during their first meeting.

“Mr. Min, I think it would be best to get your Prime Alpha to discuss anything further,” Dr. Blackwell instructs.

Looking briefly at you while you are looking at the floor, cradling your wrist, Yoongi leaves the guest room, quickly seeking out his pack. It isn’t often that Yoongi feels like he is in over his head and needs his hyung or Prime Alpha, but right now, he cannot breathe.

“Miss Y/n, have you dealt with hybrids?” inquires Dr. Blackwell.

“Yes, my family pack, as Bangtan puts it, consists of a beta fox and omega munchkin, but what does that have to do with anything?” you scoff back, the irritation at the situation spilling into your words.

Nodding with a calculating face, Dr. Blackwell says, “I see. That makes sense. You were the Alpha in your pack, which explains why you don’t understand what is happening around you.”

Snapping your head to look at the doctor, you demandingly ask, “What do you mean by that?”

Taking a tentative step forward, Dr. Blackwell places a hand on your shoulder, “It isn’t my place to say anything more than I already have. Just take a moment to think back to what you have learned about hybrids, and be open to the pack around you in the next coming weeks.”

Jin, being the closest to him, reaches out and pulls him to sit on his lap. Being Yoongi’s only hyung, he goes willingly and tucks his nose into Jin’s neck, “Hyung, I broke mate.”

“Yoon, it’s okay. You didn’t do it on purpose. It was strictly an accident,” Jin whispers while rubbing soothing circles on his back. The pack pushes calming scents into the room to help Yoongi avoid going into total Alpha drop.

“Yoongi-hyung, can you tell us what the doctor said?” asks Jungkook.

A muffled reply of “Broke wrist. Weeks healing. Need Pack Alpha” is heard because Yoongi won’t remove his nose from Seokjin’s neck as he seeks comfort.

“Joon-ah, go talk with Miss Y/n and the doctor. Get things figured out. We will take care of Yoon-ah,” Jin instructs, subtly pulling the elder card again.

“Well, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say. You smile down at him as you scratch softly on his hair, but Namjoon notes that your smile doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Are you still in pain?” he asks as his eyes close at the soothing feeling of your fingers.

“No, Dr. Blackwell gave me something for that, and it kicked in a few minutes ago. Though it’s going to be painful for a while,” you inform. Looking up, Namjoon stands next to the doctor with a sweet smile.

“Dr. Blackwell, can you explain the situation, please?” you ask, nodding to the wolf hybrid.

Nodding, she turns to the Prime Alpha, “Mr. Kim, Miss Y/n has what I suspect is a hairline fracture. To be certain, I would need to take her to the local hospital, but given your situation, that would not be a very easy task.”

“I can say with certainty that be it a hairline fracture or a severe sprain, she will have to wear a brace and not use her wrist for six to eight weeks,” she continues.

When you are reminded of the weeks of difficulty that will come, your scent turns watery, and worry creeps into your mind.

“As you all know, I am both a hybrid and a human doctor, which brings me to the next issue. While Miss Y/n is kind of heart and forgives Mr. Min of any wrongdoings, Mr. Min, according to the hybrid culture, is responsible for her recovery, and I must confirm this is happening,” states the doctor, her eyes set firmly on the Alpha.

“Wait, my recovery? I thought it was just to get me to see you?” Your eyes bounce between the three others in the room.

“That is correct, and as Prime Alpha of his bonded pack, we will provide for her over the next eight weeks minimum. We have the space, the means, and the power to do so, Dr. Blackwell,” Namjoon says, holding eye contact with you. His voice gave no room for argument. 

“Prime Alpha Sir, you… the pack… my work… how?” you sputter while your mind runs into walls and failed solutions.

“Not to interrupt, but I will excuse myself as this is now a pack matter. Keep the brace on as much as possible to aid healing and prevent surgical intervention. I will leave my report with notes for your employer explaining your health situation and a vial of your pain medications on the dining room table,” Dr. Blackwell says as she gathers her things and bows, leaving the room. 

“Miss Y/n, Dr. Blackwell is right,” agrees Namjoon. “This is a pack matter now, and I think speaking with everyone together would be the best idea. Would you join us to discuss what to do next?”

While trying to comprehend the wild situation you got thrown in, you mumble, “Umm, yeah. We can do that. I can do that.” 

Moving to stand, Jungkook moves out of the way and holds your good hand, leading you toward the living room where the pack is now gathered. 

Seokjin and Yoongi are on the medium loveseat-like couch, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok are on the long couch, and the only open seat is an armchair. 

You move to sit alone in the armchair only to have Jungkook pull you to the couch where Seokjin and Yoongi are. “Jin-Hyung, can we sit there with Yoongi?”

Noticing that Yoongi gets stiff at the question, you say, “No, no, that is okay. I think Yoongi has had enough of me. I can sit somewhere else.” However, not only does Jungkook not let go of your hand, but a black tail finds its way around your thigh.

“Sure thing, I will sit with Namjoon,” Seokjin smiles and moves to sit with his Prime Alpha on the arm of the chair. 

Next thing you know, you are sandwiched between the bunny and jaguar hybrids. Yoongi is on your right, his tail still wrapped around your thigh, with the tip sliding up and down almost absentmindedly. Jungkook is on your left, still holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder.

Your body relaxes as you lean back on the couch, looking around the room. Your mind is joking about having a fur leash again despite Yoongi not looking at you since you entered the room and how you seem to have become a bunny pillow. After some thought, you realize that you don’t mind either action. 

Someone clearing their throat pulls you from your thoughts. Looking towards the armchair, you see Namjoon sit up straighter and take on a look that clearly shows that it is the Prime Alpha talking and not the cute, funny Namjoon you have seen clips of on Instagram. 

“Bangtan pack, Miss Y/n has a hairline fracture of her right wrist,” starts the Prime Alpha. At this information, a collective hiss of sympathetic pain comes from the other members. 

“She will be required to wear that brace and limit the use of her hand for the next six to eight weeks. This brings up some causes of concern for Miss Y/n,” he continues.

Namjoon looks at you to continue, which prompts you to say, “Umm… well, I am right-hand dominant, so doing pretty much anything will be complicated. I only have about four days of sick pay saved up right now. So, returning to work will be a hurdle all on its own, not to mention doing any chores or cooking.”

Your eyes wander across the group as you speak. They all look at you like you speak something other than English or Korean. When your eyes come to a stop on Yoongi, he is finally looking at you, his eyes now a deep brown.

“Y/n, stay with us,” Yoongi states, not asking. “I am a respectable Alpha Jaguar, and it is my honor to care for you and bring you back to health. My Alpha has already told you outside that he would keep you safe until you are healed. I am here for the long haul.”

Your eyes widen at his declaration, and your mind blanks on what to say or how to respond. 

From your other side, Jungkook cuddles into your side, his nose nudging your neck softly, “We all will be here for the long haul.”

“They are right, you know. We are a bonded pack of mates, and we would love to have you stay here with us so that we can take care of you,” Hoseok adds. 

Breaking eye contact with Yoongi, you took to Hoseok as he and the others on that couch smiled genuinely. While you are sure any typical female with eyes would jump at the chance, you question, “What about my job? I cannot leave my work. I have rent to pay for my flat and food and stuff.”

“Y/n,” your head snaps to the Prime Alpha, “is it okay if we call you Y/n?”

Nodding, you turn your body to face him directly. Your left hand, still holding Jungkook’s, is gripping tightly, trying to ground yourself. 

At your agreement, the Prime Alpha smiles, showing off dimples as he continues, “I figured that you would worry about a few things like that.”

“The room you met with the doctor in is yours while you stay here with us… at the pack house. When we say that we will take care of you, we mean it. We will cover all your expenses; it’s not like we lack the funds to care for anyone. Lastly, in order to keep a job to cover your everyday expenses, such as your flat, cell phone, etc., going, I have a proposition for you.”

Holding your breath, your eyes wide at everything he has said so far, you gulp, “What is your proposition, Prime Alpha, Sir?”

“Become our playmate.”

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[justalunch-blog]

Hyunjin Hybrid ff

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

Peiring: Hybrid!Hyunjin x fem!Reader

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

Word Count: 2869

Author's pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n pov

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

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

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

He's not the nicest...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

》▪︎》》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shut and lock the door before heading out.

•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're welcome." He says.

Whah- what's this guy's deal!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hyunjin' s pov

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

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

Leeknow will pay for this later...

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

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

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

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

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

She smells so nice, like flowers and peaches.

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

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

Does she live alone?

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

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

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

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

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

her touch... i want more~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is more dangerous than I thought...

She could've at least warned me•••

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I slightly nodded, making her chuckle at my action.

》▪︎▪︎》

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is this really okay

I feel guilty for this...

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

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

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

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

We both sleep comfortably together.

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[hyunnie04]

pleaaaaase i need a reader x hyunjin where hyunjin sweats his ass off during sex and it drips on the reader!!! (totally not thinking about this from his most recent live)

a/n: sorry for the sort of long exposition!! kinda got carried away since the req was so hot jhasjdhjhds i hope it turned out ok!! sweaty hyune is so.. 😵‍💫

unprotected sex, sweat, mdni 18+ nsfw below the cut

hyunjin had texted you a few hours ago that he would be home later than expected. you were fine with it, noticing how hard he worked these days. passion never rested for someone like hyunjin.

sending him a quick ‘ok, take care love youuuuu’, you decided to do some light reading in the meantime. you have been trying to find some down time, not really finding the right moment to squeeze it in your hectic schedule.  

it was almost midnight now. laying down on your stomach for an extended amount of time was probably bad for you, but the novel that rested on your bed had you completely engrossed. legs dangled up in the air as you flip another page, a quiet yawn escapes your mouth.

the bed dips as a figure hovers over yours. the figure straddles and lies down to rest on your back. surprise takes over your features before you could turn back to look, but a kiss to your shoulder told you everything you needed to know.

"hyunjin!"

“baby, you weren’t answering your phone.” hyunjin mumbles, his voice soft and raspy, most likely worn out from practice.

you turn your head to glance at the neglected phone beside you in worry. surely enough upon pressing the on button, a flurry of unread messages from hyunjin had popped up. there were at least 15 and they mostly consisted of wondering where you had gone. the guilt immediately sets in, sitting up to face him.   

“oh, no i’m so sorry. i must’ve lost track…” you close your book and throw it to the side, mad at it for distracting you for such a long time. you hope whatever he texted you was nothing urgent. 

he laughs at your expression, kissing the space between your eyebrows. hyunjin takes the strings of your hoodie and pulls you closer. he was still in this practice clothes, the beanie he left with this morning was nowhere to be found. your legs slot right in between his while hyunjin tilts your chin up to his eye level. “it’s okay, baby.” he smiles, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “i know how much you love reading.” 

that one simple action from him made your heart practically pound out of your chest. no matter how many times he manages to fluster you with his gentle touches, it always feels like the first time. heat easily creeps up your neck as he turns you around to cuddle.

when hyune was tired, he turns into the cutest, clingiest ferret.

hyunjin’s hands snake over the expanse of your stomach, further burying his head into your neck. the hot puffs of breath from his mouth and the growing hardness in his pants send goosebumps all over your flushed body.

and sometimes, he turns into the horniest one.

you stop yourself from audibly gulping as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“hmm? are you getting flustered?” hyunjin rasps out lowly from behind the shell of your ear. wetness followed as soon as those honeyed words left his lips. it was useless in denying it, he knows damn well how much it affected you.

-

you were down on your shared bed, laid bare and disheveled all for hyunjin to see. you're still recouping from the mind numbing head he had lovingly given you, not expecting him to still have the stamina to go down on you judging by his sleepy state just an hour ago.

hyunjin’s lean and toned figure hovers over yours as his faded grayish pink strands fall delicately over his eyes. he was still dressed in his dark hoodie, only pushing the waistband of his sweats under his length, stubbornly insisting that tonight was about you.

when he had finally entered your drenched cunt, you immediately felt incredibly full, like you always did. hyunjin’s flushed length is eagerly hugged by your gummy walls as if it was solely made for him alone. the deep groan he lets out drives you insane.

he had let out a shudder, feeling your warm pussy swallow him whole, combined essence slowly dribbling down the ruined sheets. hyunjin struggles to contain himself from giving in too early, wanting to make you comfortable first.

a light sheen of sweat starts to collect on his brow line as he adjusts his hips, eliciting a mewl of pleasure from you.

any movement- no matter how little, from either one of you sends mind numbing, electrifying shocks towards your sensitive nerves, tethering on the edge of orgasm. 

looking at hyunjin with hazy eyes, his chest heaved heavily with desire, poking his tongue out to lick his lower lip in that teasing manner that he usually does.

you wonder for a second if it was possible to get any wetter- with hyunjin? it definitely was. 

he looked absolutely sinful, staring down at you hungrily with half lidded eyes as if he was hunting prey, tongue still cheekily poking out and ready to pounce.

“hyune-” the words prematurely die in your throat, getting cut off by the abrupt desperate thrust of his hips. hyunjin couldn't hold back any longer.

you cry out, hands gripping the sheets in an attempt to ground yourself from the animalistic pace he had set. hyunjin is like a man starved by the way his unrelenting thrusts into you eventually start to rock the bed.

you can't help but grind yourself in time with his hips, the wet sound of skin slapping against each other echoing through out the room.

cum obscenely drips from your connected bodies and hyunjin can't help but take his fingers out and spread it further onto your weeping cunt. his surprising actions make you squeal out, clutching on to his forearm and subconsciously making you clench around his delicious cock.

he hisses through the overwhelming pleasure, continuing to toy with your overly sensitive lower lips whilst keeping his momentum.

"you're so pretty, my love..." hyunjin mindlessly sighs out. you could only moan in response, too fucked out to reply.

hyunjin was starting to get hot, you could tell. sweat had started to accumulate all over his body, making him glisten even in the dim atmosphere. the sweat saturates and dampen his hair, making him run a hand through them every few seconds in an attempt to keep them from falling.

seemingly having enough, hyunjin abruptly stops his movements. a strangled sob of desperation escapes your throat as he angrily pulls the zipper of his hoodie down, throwing it next to you. it was so incredibly hot.

you could smell the intense scent of his perfume mixed with sweat along with the unmistakable erotic smell of sex radiating off his skin now. he bites his lips and closes his eyes as he sinks easily into your slick cunt once more, resuming his exhilarating pace.

hyunjin’s lithe arms cages you in between them as droplets of sweat start to drip profusely off his chin and down on to your chest.

the first time you and hyunjin had sex, you were simply astonished by how much sweat he produced. he even apologized for it, for something he couldn't control. you had to insist that you really weren't bothered by it. everybody sweats, some just more than others.

in fact, it secretly made you even hornier knowing how your hot and sexy boyfriend was wet, soaking, and glistening, how could it not make you horny? many nights were spent thinking of him in that state, tempted to just lick it off him in depravity.

it was definitely an unexpected but welcomed addition to your unexplored kinks. you haven't even told hyunjin, so it takes him by surprise when you pull him closer with your legs around his waist, kissing, lapping at the droplets that continue to fall down his chin.

he gapes at you with a momentarily look of bewilderment, but then a flash of ferality in his eyes takes over. hips now starting to stutter aimlessly, he drowns in his unrestrained pleasure. savoring your sweet mewls of ecstasy fueled by his own erotic grunts and hisses.

hyunjin leans down to trail tender wet kisses of desperation along the junction of your neck and shoulders. it's spreads more and more of his perspiration onto the dewy expanse of your skin, the sight of it is absolutely nothing short of pornographic.

the tell tale sign of his orgasm shows, breath hitching in his throat and the bruising grip he has on your hips says it all. his hair flips upwards along with the slight tilt of his head as you clutch his toned arms in return, finally spurting his release inside of you.

wrapping your arms around his neck, the thick searing hot cum that spills inside your walls prompt yourself on the edge of unraveling. hyunjin reaches a hand to your aching clit, rubbing tight little circles on the bud to aid your release.

the throbbing in your pussy seems to increase by tenfold, hips wildly bucking up to meet his hands. you cum with a whine, relief washing over you.

the piercing just below his eyebrow shines against the golden light of your night lamp, getting covered by his pretty hair falling on his face while he stares into your half lidded eyes.

your fingers instinctively reach up to tuck the strands behind his ears, just to see the beautiful piece of jewelry. hyunjin’s eyes are still shut from the aftershocks, but that didn’t stop him from taking your palm and kissing it affectionately.

“i love you so much.”

"i love you too."

he collapses on the wet valley of your breasts, resting his head to recover. both of your breathing are labored, no doubt extremely exhausted.

“we really need a shower.” you hum, smiling adoringly at his tuckered out form, playing with the hair on his nape. hyunjin raises a suggestive eyebrow at your proposal and lets out a cheeky giggle.

"if you wanted to get even wetter, all you had to do was ask."

[klilyr]

Jegulus raising Harry microfic: 640 words

“Um… dad?”

Regulus looked up from his paper to see a very nervous looking Harry fidgeting with his pajama sleeves, looking down at his slippers. He glanced over to James who was magically washing up their breakfast dishes.

“Which one of us are you talking to there, Haz?”

“Both. Or, uh, either, I guess…” Harry mumbled, still not meeting his eye.

Regulus was struck with how much the boy had grown over the past year. He would be heading back to Hogwarts in a few days, the Christmas break was rapidly coming to an end, and Regulus could hardly believe how fast the time had flown. He was dreading Harry’s upcoming departure, if he was being honest with himself, he loved having him home so much.

He would be fifteen before they both knew it.

James set the last of the plates back in the cupboard and came to sit beside Regulus, both looking at Harry with curiosity, wondering what it is that has him so nervous.

“We’re all ears, hamster,” James said, warmly.

“I think…” Harry started but trailed off quickly, his cheeks burning red and the two men exchanged another glance with each other, anxiety spiking.

“IthinkIlikeaboy,” Harry blurted out, so quickly, that it took a second for the actual words to register in Regulus’ brain.

“You think you like a boy?” James clarified, a smirk appearing on his handsome face.

“Yes.”

“Which boy?” Regulus asked, “Ron?”

“Merlin no! I mean, yes, obviously I like Ron, but not like that!” The shock of the question had, finally, made Harry raise his head to look at his dads in disbelief.

“Dean? Neville? Seamus?” James started listing off names, face twisted in thought and Regulus laughed. It was just like James to immediately name every single boy he could think of until he hit the right one.

“No! It’s none of them! It doesn’t matter who it is, I just wanted you to know,” Harry said exasperatedly, face still a deep shade of crimson.

“Thank you for telling us, mon cheri, we love you and we will be here if you have any questions, at any time,” Regulus said, pointedly looking at James.

“Cedric Diggory!” James yelled, triumphantly, “I knew he was distracting you during that Quidditch match we came to see! You can’t let cute boys take your mind off the game, kid.”

“Oh like you’re one to talk,” Regulus muttered under his breath, which earned him a playful slap to his shoulder.

“It’s not my fault you know how to handle a broom so well,” James muttered back which caused the teenager in front of them to groan loudly.

“It’s not Cedric! Merlin!” Harry’s head fell into his hands, “It’sdracomalfoy.”

“Dra… did I hear you right?” James gaped at his son before turning to Regulus, “did he just say Draco Malfoy?”

Regulus couldn’t respond, he was biting the inside of his cheek trying not to laugh and embarrass their son any further.

“Yes. I know he’s mean but I can’t stop thinking about him. He’s smart and he’s really good at flying and even when he calls me names, my heart starts beating really fast and he has lovely hair and when he’s thinking in class, he gets this little frown line between his eyebrows and…” Harry trails off again, very aware he’s just said too much, “anyway… I just thought you should know. Okay, I’m going to go over to Ron’s now.”

Harry rushed out of the room before either man could say anything and James turned to Regulus in disbelief.

“Draco Malfoy?” James stammered, horror painting his face, “that little ferret is horrible to him!”

Regulus just turned back to his paper, lifting it high enough to cover his grin.

“Ah Jamie, it seems history really does repeat itself, hmm?”

(written for @shoopsthereitis as part of a Xmas ss exchange. I adore you sar, I'm so pleased to be your friend xxx)

[durrtydawg]

Hey queen get better soon 🌟🌟🌟

Since your requests are open, some Sam fluff with just one bed trope pleeeeasee 🤭

Abso-flipping-lutely, babycakes.

I got another anon asking for this, so I hope they find it. I'm sooo sleep deprived, thus might revisit and jazz this up at a later date, but until then, here's one of many takes of the one bed trope <3

Masterlist

One Bed

Sam Drake x Reader {Fluff Req.}

Words: 4k approx | Warnings: Blood mention, weapons mention

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"Got that stupid coin of yours?"

You watch Sam cock his head at you in confusion whilst you perch on the dresser inside your newly-appointed motel room.

Sam ferrets around his duffel with a frown as he pulls out the time-worn coin he may as well attach to himself surgically at this point.

"Give."

"What are you doing?"

You ignore him, flexing your hand in his direction to encourage him into throwing it over. His brows furrow harder as a curious smile appears on his lips. Intrigued, He tosses you the coin, and you instantly conceal it in your hands.

"Heads or tails?"

"Uh...heads?" Sam shakes his own, not one to rope himself into something without any prior knowledge.  "Hold on. What are we bettin’ on here?"

You flip the coin rather ungracefully, swivelling to catch it to avoid dropping it on the floor.

"Who gets the bed." You cover the coin post-flip, ready to reveal the winner. "And tails always wi..."

You trail off and stare at your palm in silence. Heads. Sam approaches and looks over your shoulder, patting you in commiseration.

"That backfired, huh?" He chuckles, snatching back his coin as he smirks at your defeat.

"Hmm." You retort, a sarcastic smile on your face as you trudge over to the bed and pick up a pillow with a sigh.

"What are you-" he puts his hand out in confusion, watching as you walk away from the bed and over to the bathroom door. “Where are you going with that pillow?"

"Bathtub. I'm sure as hell not sleeping on the floor and listening to you snore."

"The bath- just share the bed! We're adults, aren't we?" Sam lets out a bemused laugh. "And- you know full well- I don't snore."

You raise an accusatory brow, tucking the pillow under your arm. Sam shakes his head, throwing his arms up in the air as he walks over to where he’d kicked off his boots.

"I am an adult. Which is exactly why I refuse to share."

"Fine! I will go back to the grumpy old bastard at reception, and ask for a spare room."

You sigh. "Like you, I lack the energy to argue. If letting you have your own bed is what it'll take for you to remove whatever stick has been so uncomfortably jammed up your ass over the past few hours, I'm happy to leave it at that."

He grumbles, stepping back into his boots, too tired to do up the laces. "No- nope. You take it. I am nothing if not a gentleman. Besides, I don't want to hear you complaining for days about a stiff neck, or whatever other little princess injury you'd end up givin' yourself."

He puts the strap of his holdall back over his shoulder with a tired huff, approaching the door, hand resting on the handle. Before he turns it, he speaks once more.

“Anyways, I’ll have you know that I’ve shared a bed with many, many people," he chuckles, more so to himself than to you. "Not a single one of ‘em ever complained about snoring. Or... complained about anything, come to think of it." Sam smirks.

You scoff and roll your eyes at his need to make things crass, putting your hands together as if in prayer.

“Please, tell me more about what you and your dick get up to in your spare time. It’s fascinating.”  

“Alright, alright.” He chuckles, opening the door. “Gotta admit, though,” He continues, looking behind him into the corridor before turning back to you with slightly narrowed eyes. “I really thought we had something good going here, sweetheart. I'm a little hurt you're so against a cozy one-night... cuddle.”

You grin into the pillow as you raise an inquisitive brow. “Oh yeah? Cuddle?” You laugh.

Sam simply looks at you with a smile, practically begging to be goaded further. You clear your throat and straighten your posture, as if you're assuming an act. “Tell me more.” You eventually say, voice muffled as you play along.

You’ve always been a fan of Sam’s… suggestive nature. And he’s always admired your ability to take it on the chin. You two are a match made in heaven.

Or is it more… platonic purgatory?

“Pfft. Of course.” He chuckles, folding his arms with his back leaned up against the door frame. He clears his throat too, putting his hand on his chin in thought. “All those passing glances when we were stuck in that forest…”

You lower the pillow, grin deepening. “Hmm. You must mean my turning to make sure you’ve managed to catch up with me?”

He raises a brow towards you, tongue toying with his teeth. Calculating. “…that sighing you keep doin’ around me...” He looks up to the ceiling in mock thought as you cut in again.

“A sign of my ever-dwindling patience?”

He swats his hand in the air, as if to keep you hushed. “This little back ’n’ forth bickering thing we’ve got goin’.” He clicks his tongue. “Gotta say, it’s a shame you're passin' up such an opportunity as this.” He gestures behind you, over to the bed.

You laugh, nodding. “Hmm. I guess sharing that bed could have us really getting to know each other.”

He gives you a teasing smirk, the mischievous glint in his eyes making your cheeks heat up- something you’ve been unable to help since your first job together. Luckily for the sake of your dignity, the pillow serves as a perfect shield.

Sam pouts, mimicking a kiss. Funny how almost dying leads you to revert back to childish conversation.

“Get out.” You laugh, throwing the pillow at him which he swerves just about as you swivel for the bathroom.

“Alright. I'm goin'. Enjoy your cold, lonely bed.”

“I will!” You chirp from behind the bathroom door, grabbing a towel from the folded pile beside the sink and hanging it beside the shower.

You hear the door close and turn on the shower, giving it a moment to warm up as you take off your mud and sweat-saturated clothes, unable to wipe the smile off of your face.

A fierce sting shoots through your upper leg as you peel off your cargos- upon closer inspection, you notice a tear in the fabric at your outer thigh. And thus, the smile is gone.

You kick them off, and ogle at the long gash along your skin- a sore reminder of the run-in with some somewhat feral bandits you and Sam had dealt with mere hours ago. The blood seems to have dried, effectively sealing the wound, but that’s not to say it doesn’t bite like a bitch.

You’d been wrestled to the ground by a member of the group that had the pair of you under attack, the gentleman in question had a knife in his hand, and your gun had long-been out of ammo. If it wasn’t for Sam’s boot swiftly connecting with your assailant's head, a lengthy cut on the thigh would’ve been the least of your problems.

For anyone else, this event alone would be enough to persuade one to partake in several therapy sessions. But, as is tradition with you two, a quick once-over for lethal injuries and a shaky joke about your uncharacteristic lack of finesse is all it took for to divert you back to the task in hand.

Ultimately, though, Sam did save your life today. You can’t help but think that maybe you should be the one finding somewhere else to sleep.

Or you should’ve just been an adult and let him share.

Shrugging off the soreness of your leg, and the guilt of letting Sam take responsibility for the single bed mishap, you step into the shower, using the entirety of the hotel’s adorably tiny tube of shower gel to scrub away evidence of the day’s toil.

Finished, you wrap yourself in your towel, brushing your teeth twice over before you hear the door open and close.

You cautiously open the door, peeking through the gap to see Sam lounging on the bed, chewing some sort of granola bar whilst he channel surfs through a series of programs that he has no actual interest in. You adjust your posture, relieved, but equally miffed that all you’ve got covering you is a towel- your bag on the other side of the room.

“Yay, he’s back!” You chirp through clenched teeth, hastily scampering over to your backpack which Sam has oh-so-conveniently placed himself right next to.

“No more rooms.” He shrugs, taking another bite as he continues to stare mindlessly at the TV, before taking a pause to inspect the bar’s packaging. “Decent vending machine, though.”

“Just when I thought there was no silver lining.” You smile sarcastically, hurriedly rifling through your bag for the cleanest t-shirt and pair of shorts you can find.

You finally catch his eye and an irksome wolf-whistle accompanies a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. You know it's a harmless joke, but you're growing increasingly more exhausted and, fuck, your leg is really stinging.

“Don't be a pest.”

“What? Hardly leaves much to the imagination.” He smirks to himself, looking back to the TV screen.

You frown, self-consciously tightening your hold on the towel wrapped around you. It’s extremely rare that Sam crosses the boundary between harmless flirtation and being straight up weird.

Unfortunately, the latter is swiftly making an appearance due to the rapid progression of your irritability caused by the pain in your leg.

He clears his throat as he clocks your sudden aversion to the conversation, and you direct your stare back to your bag. Slight unease fills the gap between the foreign TV show crackling in the background and the silence between you both.

"I'm..." He starts quietly, his hand cautiously rubbing the back of his neck as he looks away from you coyly. He sniffs. Anything to fill the silence. Anything to avoid an apology.

You press your hand on your thigh to push yourself back upright, ready to make a dash back to the bathroom to pull yourself together and get dressed. Unfortunately, the desired getaway is trampled on as you stand; you grunt suddenly as you accidentally apply pressure to the gash on your thigh, agitating it, and splitting it enough for it to start bleeding again. Almost instantly a small crimson patch becomes visible on the outside of your towel, and you hiss in annoyance, unwittingly attracting Sam’s attention.

"You good?” He asks almost awkwardly.

"Uh-" you bundle your clothes together, bunching them up around your upper thigh, turning away from Sam to dig your shorts out of your bag all whilst shielding your reddened cheeks from his eye line. "Yep. All good."

He adjusts his posture, swivelling his legs off of the bed as he sits up and narrows his eyes at you. “I smell bullshit here, sweetheart. What are you hiding?”

You screw your face up a little, debating whether to tell him or not, cheeks warming even more due to your flustered nature and the sudden protective softness of his tone… yay. Insult, meet injury. 

You eventually grumble in defeat, knuckles tightening more around the twist in the towel by your chest as you return to the bathroom, angling the door for the sake of modesty. “You're not gonna leave this alone are you?" Your voice is muffled by your t-shirt as you shimmy out of the towel and slide it over your head. You step into your shorts with another wince as the fabric grazes the wound.

"Nope." He pops the ‘P’, arms folded as he stands, crumpling the wrapper of the granola bar thing in his hand as he chews on the last bite.

You sigh, slowly stepping back out of the bathroom, the material pulled aside to reveal the long, but fortunately not perilously deep nick, decorating your upper leg with a steadily dribbling stream of blood. Sam’s brows raise, and he freezes mid-chew, giving you an almost chastising glare which makes you instantly jump on the defence.

"Don't- look- It's fine. I'm fine."

“Bleeding pretty damn bad to be ‘fine’, if you ask me.” He swallows, as you scramble through your kit for first aid supplies. “When did that happen?"

You sigh, hating the fuss. "When do you think it happened?" You say, finding the small box of medical supplies stuffed amongst the rest of your belongings and quickly taking a seat on the end of the bed. You take out the things you need, saturating a cotton pad with a cleansing solution as you feel that horrible tension once more.

Sam double takes at you as he walks past you to dispose of his wrapper. "Oh, right. The guy with the knife that 'didn't touch you'?"

"I'm a good liar, Samuel, what can I say- ow!" You hiss as you dab cleansing solution over the wound.

Your hands tremble.

There’s always been something about fixing your own wounds that’s much more of a challenge than managing someone else’s.

"Well… at least now, you can feel less guilty about giving him a severe concussion." 

He shrugs as he rinses off his hands in the bathroom sink before walking back over to you.

You try again, cheeks practically burning by now as you feel Sam’s scrutinising gaze fall over you. You daren’t look up- you presume his eyes are either going to be riddled with judgement or some sort of patronising sympathy- neither an option you care for. You hold your breath, dabbing the saturated cotton wool back against the worst part of the gash, but you grunt just a little too uncomfortably for Sam to stay silent for much longer.

“Alright- give me that.” He steps towards you, extending a hand to the first aid kit, which you let him take with a huff.

Sam kneels in front of you, carefully bracing a hand on your thigh whilst the other takes the cotton wool out of your shaky hand. He begins using the clean side to prevent a dribble of blood from hitting the sheets beneath you whilst he inspects the injury.

"It's only a flesh wound...so…" He says, almost as if he’s reassuring himself about something. You wait curiously as he gets out the remainder of your anti-bacterial solution and some more cotton wool from the small first aid kit, leaving the dirty cotton pad on the floor. 

The end of his sentence never comes. 

The sudden cold sting as he gently dabs at the sore gash on your thigh sends your hands instinctively grabbing at Sam’s forearm with another hiss, causing him to look at you with concern. There’s something else underlying the concern though. Not quite anger, but… he’s definitely vexed.

Sam's fingers are gentle, and you can't help but appreciate the care he’s taking, even if there seems to be a slight discomfort to the silence. He wraps some gauze over the wound before unravelling the last of the roll of bandage, hesitating for a moment. 

He stays silent, and you frown as you watch a series of undecipherable expressions fall over him as he stares at your thigh, almost as if he’s daydreaming.

“Hey.” You gently nudge his chest with your knee, tilting your head down to bring him back to earth as he fiddles with the bandage. “What’s… going on up here?” You cautiously smile, tapping the spot between his eyebrows. 

Sam’s eyes finally meet yours, and you feel your stomach drop a little as his stern expression doesn’t fade remotely.

He takes you in, eyes grazing over every part of your face; eyes, nose, cheeks, lips.

Then, with a speck of what you can only decipher as shame in his eyes, his stare snaps back to your leg.

"I…could’a lost you today."

His voice is low and sincere. So much so that it makes it hard for you to look at him. Serious moments between the two of you are few and far between- you’ve never really learned how to navigate them.

“It’s…just my leg. I’m okay.” You reply quietly, trying to keep the soft smile on your face.

“Could’ve been your throat.” He says, brows still knitted together, eyes flitting down to the bandage in his hands. “Should’ve got to you sooner.”

You frown.

“Why do you think I’m so incapable of holding my own?” You ask, almost taken aback by his sudden shift in tone, your fists grabbing the sheets in an attempt to alleviate the sharp sting from your wound still.

“What?” He scoffs, still concentrating on your leg as he begins to wrap the bandage over your skin. “I don’t think you’re incapable?”

“So why say that?” You ask, curiosity lilting your words.

His eyes are sympathetic for a moment, before they reinstate themselves with a hint of determination. "I think you’re more capable than me most days, ya know. Lift.” He instructs you to raise your leg so he can bring the bandage underneath, but his comment is far from lost by you. He stops speaking again, but it’s clear there’s something he wants to say. 

“You don’t need to keep things from me.” you say, and Sam does a little huff to himself as he continues securing the bandage. Not good enough.

“Sam,” You urge, resting your hands on the sides of his face, forcing him to give you every ounce of his attention as you tilt him up to you. “You’re acting off all of a sudden. Talk to me.”

He’s hard to read for a moment, before he sighs and almost leans into your hands.

“With each run-in we’ve had over the past… two- three years, I feel like I’m becoming more and more scared about you-”

You let go of him, leaning back slightly. “So I am incapable.”

“Jesus- no! Let me speak.” He retorts, tightening the knot on the bandage before tucking it away. You sigh and shift back, pulling yourself fully onto the bed and patting the spot beside you to beckon him to sit too.

He stands, moving the first aid kit onto the floor before sitting, almost reluctantly, beside you on the bed.

Sam lays his head back against the headboard, folding his arms over his chest as he takes a moment to deduce his thoughts. “I’m already on thin ice here. I’m trying not to come across as some kinda-”

“Oh my god, spit it out.” You push, turning onto your side to look at him fully as he stares up to the ceiling, laughing a little at your sudden, but warranted impatience.

“I want to work with you. All the damn time. That’s pretty obvious, right?” He finally turns his head down to you, and you narrow your eyes slightly as you await whatever he’s about to say next. “Every time you get… hurt. No matter how stupid the injury, I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault. Like it’s my responsibility to…fuck, I don’t know.”

He gnaws at his lower lip, eyes suddenly struggling to stay in line with your own.

"I've... I've never felt- never had this... intrinsic need to be so protective over somebody, and I- ” Sam admits, his voice low and with an unsteadiness that makes your arm hairs stand on end. “Look. I know I make it difficult to know where we stand, sometimes. You n’me. I step over the line. N'I don't like making you feel... uncomfortable- inadequate, whatever-”

You stare at your bandaged leg, momentarily lost for words.

"Just- I don't know. Watching that guy on top'a you? The fear I felt-"

It’s fair to say that his… vulnerability strikes a chord deep within you- and you’re both acutely aware of the ever-festering bond the two of you have. Friendship scales tipped just off centre.

“I care about you.”

Suddenly, they’re erring on losing balance entirely.

You prop yourself up a little more. “Yeah, I know you do-”

“No- I- I really care."

He stares at his hands, eyes narrowed, almost as if he’s afraid to look in your direction.

You want to respond. To tell him that you understand, but the words don't come. The few seconds of silence feel like hours. It’s so thick you think you’re going to choke.

Sam clears his throat, poorly trying to mask his discomfort. "I'm gonna... take a shower. Need to clear my head." He stands up abruptly, almost knocking over the first aid kit in his haste.

You nod, giving him space. "Okay," you whisper, watching as he disappears into the bathroom. The muffled sound of running water fills the room, and you lie back, staring at the ceiling.

The day's events replay in your mind, mingling with Sam's emotional fluctuations. It feels like a weird turning point, a moment where a bunch of things are hanging in the balance- ready to do a 180° turn any moment. They just need a catalyst.

As the minutes tick by, exhaustion starts to creep in, mellowing the nervous pinch in your stomach. You close your eyes, letting the steady hum of the shower lull you into a light sleep. When you hear the bathroom door open again, you stir, blinking sleepily as Sam re-enters the room, steam billowing out from behind him.

He glances at you briefly before making his way to the bed, his movements cautious, almost hesitant.

He looks at you, a soft expression on his face as he stops towel-drying his hair, his free hand fiddling with the drawstring of his shorts.

"You sleepin’?”

"Not quite."

"Good," he says, grabbing the free pillow and tossing it to the ground, resting his damp towel flat beside it.. "Didn’t want to wake you."

“You- you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, well the tub’s too small so-”

“Sam.” You say, a tired rasp dulling down the sternness.

Sam pauses, his eyes flickering between your body and the floor, the moonlight filtering through the thin curtains softly illuminating his conflicted expression.

He’s rarely ever this hesitant. Usually, he’s full of confidence, even arrogance at times, but now… now he seems almost timid.

“Y’sure?” he asks quietly, the question barely more than a whisper.

You nod, patting the empty space beside you.

With a deep breath, he finally relents, sitting down on the edge with a cautiousness that makes your heart ache a little.

You watch as he carefully gets into bed, staying on top of the blankets and purposefully facing away from you. The distance feels unnecessary, almost painful. So you reach out, your fingers brushing against his upper arm.

“Hey.”

He turns slightly, looking over his shoulder at you. "Yeah?"

"I get it."

You don’t say anything else- you just shift closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his bare shoulder. It’s a simple gesture, but it conveys everything you’re feeling. I care about you, too.

His skin is warm and smells faintly of soap, and you nuzzle your face into his upper back, only hoping he feels the same comfort that you do.

He tenses- just for a split second before he exhales, body relaxing.

Neither of you speak; You tuck your face deeper into his back, letting the rhythm of his breathing lull you further away from the day.

As you fall asleep, with a gentle yet deliberate motion, Sam finds your hand, his fingers threading through yours. He brings your arm around his waist, holding your hand tightly against his chest.

His thumb softly strokes the back of your hand, a soothing, repetitive motion that makes your heart swell.

"Thank you."

He shifts slightly, turning his head to press a soft kiss to your sore knuckles.

Any more words can wait ‘til morning.

[mynameisjag]

Sniff, sniiif, snorf.

Huff.

Sniff, huuufff…snuffle…

Logan gave one last snort at the thing in his hammock, he didn’t put it there, why was it there? It kinda smelled like Wade but mostly like a store, which meant the other man probably just bought it home and tossed it in, but why?

Speaking of the merc, he had just burst into their shared bedroom, spinning dramatically before plopping down on the bed, face grinning up at him, “Do you like my surprise! It made me think of you and I had to get it!”

Good, immediate answers.

He gave the…thing…another glance over, slowly picking it up and slowly turning it around in his hands. It was a toy, it’s fur was soft and a pastel yellow, the stuffing wasn’t too firm, the eyes and nose were stitches instead of the usual plastic…it was a ferret…

“It’s still in the weasel family, so it counts!”, Wade was now stretching around in his bed, trying to find the perfect spot even as his clothes twisted around him, “ugh! Boo, come cuddle with me! It can be a thank you!”

“Hmm,” it was a…thoughtful…gift…fine…he’ll give his partner his thank you cuddles, so turning and seeing grabby hands being made at him made him give a small low chuckle, “fine.”

“Yes! Come to Papi, I need my Wolvie fix for the day!”, more grabby hands followed by a shriek as Logan used his full body weight to flop on top of the man.

-

I like to think Wade got an one bedroom apartment, not because of rent but because he was trying to do the, “there’s only one bed” trope.

Jokes on him, Logan made himself a hammock and curls up in it, it’s his spot in the bedroom.

He still will sleep in Wade’s bed occasionally but the hammocks is his area, he usually sleeps in it when he feels like he is going to have a rough night sleeping or when he just wants to relax.

[a-griffin-in-the-sky]

God, what happened to punk names? Like, I call myself Birdie and I love it Like, whatever happened to just going, “Hmm, I wanna be called Twig,” or “Ferret, haha, that’s cool”?

Now it’s all, “I’m a nonbinary gay trans man named leaf. ” and don’t get me wrong you do you boo but sometimes I miss the simple rebellion of just picking a name ’cause it sounds fun or weird or badass.

Punk was messy and free like that Radfem friends, what’s your punk name?

No need for 500 labels

Twig. Ferret. Spitfire. Hellcat. What you got????

[twst-drabbles]

Floyd 10

Summary: Sometimes when Crowley irritates you, you like to throw Floyd right at him.

(Really like the thought of slinging this eel around like a ferret.)

Ever since Crowley installed a number of automatic systems that basically did his chores for him, he's been coming over more and more often out of sheer boredom. He pops over in your house unannounced, hogs your television when you want to use it, and has even taken over a lot of your chores just as you were in the mood to do them.

And right now, he's watering your berry bushes like he didn't take the hose from your hand.

"Neglecting your berry bushes like this, how awful!" Crowley complained loudly like you weren't right there in your backyard, splashing your feet about with Floyd chasing after your toes. "But, because I am very kind, I shall do it for you at almost no cost!"

You pinched Floyd between your ankles and threw him to the end of the pond. He flailed and squealed as he went sailing.

You yelled back, "No Crowley, you're not watching your shows on my TV! And I'm not making you snacks!"

He has his own television! And you know he can make his own snacks! You've seen him on a cooking show once at 1 AM! He knows this stuff! He doesn't need you to do any of this. And besides, when he gets too into whatever drama he got himself into, he whoops and hollers just as you're about to enter the realm of sleep.

Seriously, you already have issues with sleeping at a consistent time and this bird-brained man is not making things better for you. You have things to do! Pets to take care of and entertain when their solo enrichment wasn't enough.

"Oh come on," Crowley scoffed in that way that never fails to irritates you. That specific scoff like you're some silly kid that's claiming things for themselves because they haven't digested the concept of sharing. "Don't tell me you have forgotten basic manners. You haven't been an adult for that long and already you don't want to show appreciation for all these things I'm doing for you."

"I don't need you to do shit for me, Old Crow," your whisper came out as a hiss.

Crowley was struck by nickname he probably thought was dead on your tongue. "Old-!"

"What I need from you," you smiled and dunked your entire arm into the pond. You grabbed Floyd just as he was about to nip at your calves. "Is for you to get a hobby!"

And like a rocket being launched, you threw Floyd directly to the back of Crowley's head. You may have thrown this eel one too many times. His posture was perfectly straight, arms sticking right out like he's one of those superheroes in a cartoon, and his face was perfectly pensive as though you're sending him off on a mission.

You didn't really mean for him to land perfectly on the back of Crowley's head. You just wanted Floyd to get, like, around his back but oh well. Too late now.

Floyd gripped his teeth and claws into Crowley's hair just as he tipped forward at the new weight.

"What in-" Then, Floyd slipped his tail under Crowley's collar, then whipped it around with no mercy! "Mmmah!"

"Ah, Floyd's slime wiping attack," you noted with a chuckle. You've been victim of that move a few times before. You're pretty sure it's not any sort of territory marking so much as he wants to gross people out. "I am not sorry."

Seriously, just because he's bored, Crowley thinks he can annoy you and not face any of your antics. If he wants to spend time with you so much, he should at least call or text ahead. Or go hang out with literally anyone else in this neighborhood. There's not a single person here that doesn't know him by name.

"Get him off!" Crowley sprinted right past you, trying to grab Floyd but his poor hands are covered in slime, "Get him off!"

"Hmm," you splashed around the pond some more. "Nah."

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

And They Were Roommates : Part 7

Warnings : swearing, name calling (lovingly), ferrets (some people don't like them)

A/N : Listen ... I think I'm funny and that's really all that matters. I hope you also think I'm funny, but I still had fun writing this. But do we think Y/n is gonna break the bitchless allegations and snag daddy Joong anytime soon? Hmm 🤔

A/N Part 2 : I know I have a permanent taglist, but I made it after this series started so I don't think I should add it here. Let me know if I'm wrong about that!

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Vark

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Alastor being disdainful and aloof when he sees residents playing with /cooing over their pets, like fat nuggets and kiki.

But perhaps one day as he is speaking with dear Charlie in an overly paternal manner that is causing Lucifer to nearly snap his cane in half, there's a ruckus from the lobby and panicked shouting.

In seconds a great bounding Thing is hurtling through the area, all lolloping teeth and claws and floppy tongue.

Vaggie finds her spear knocked absently aside by a microphone staff as Alastor queries a pleasantly surprised, "...Vark?"

Surprising the rest of the hotel by not vaporising the shark dog thing when it actively jumps up to knock them both over.

"VARK! What are you doing here? Yes it's quite swell to see you too, what have you been fed? You seem a tad slim. No matter, I think I can find a lovely fresh femur for you in my kitchen, hmm, would you like that? I do believe you would."

"Uh so, how d'you know Vox's pet, Smiles?" Angel asked, knowing the creature from the rare times it would gallivant about Vee tower trying to find vox, velvette or valentino for attention and treats.

That snaps Alastor back into the reality of being on the floor covered in shark spit, thanks to excited licking, and he gently moves the shupppy off him (all 7ft) to stand. Pointedly ignoring the giant shiny eyes charlie is making at the rare affectionate scene.

"Simply from association with that insipid little picture box a few decades before, when Vark was an infant and no larger than your porcine companion… ah, Rotund Chicken Pieces, was it not?" Alastor deflects.

He shoots a warning glare at Husk when the latter snorts in response.  Which is ignored.

"Sure, if  that's what you wanna call it..."

Sensing gossip, Angel slides back to the bar, fat nuggets swinging wildly like a ferret in a secondary set of arms. "Oh, gossip on the scandalous secrets of THE radio demon, huskie? Do tell."

Before anyone can, the front doors burst open as a frantic swarm of sauce drenched voxtech employees arrive, all low-performers made into tasty little enticements for the missing pet.

Followed by the overlord himself, on a three way call with vel, val and their own swarm of worker treats. Clearly all searching with different levels of desperation and arguing back and forth.

"...-ell maybe you need to check you locked the fucking door BEFORE the orgy, val, its common fucking sense!"

"As if either of you were paying enough attention to do it, it's not my fault Voxxy. Tell him Vel-Vel!"

"You boomers are exhausting but if you can can it for a sec, i've got some sinstagram posts showing he was headed to the hotel your old boytoy is running. Nothing new past that, probs cause'a the scrambling thing the fucker does."

"Why, Podcast and accomplices, to what do we owe this displeasure?" Alastor drawls, all false cheer and dripping poisoned hospitality. As if he wasn't holding a gigantic shark dog thing in his arms like it was nothing, and pointedly flicking his ears out of reach of an enthusiastic slobbery tongue. 

"VARK!" The television headed overlord shouts in a mixture of joy, relief, frustration and that strange rage all parents and pet owners feel when finding a lostling safe and mostly sound. "Where have you BEEN?! Do you know how worried daddy was?"

The employees all made it very clear they had heard nothing of such a soppy statement by looking studiously at different floor tiles, ceiling fixtures and the wallpaper.

Through the split screen, Vel and Val were also smooshing themselves close to the screen and using their own endearments and admonishments at the shuppy. Amusing,  but grating on the ears. 

Lucifer, having met and wildly exceeded his quota for social engagement for the day and off the wall shenanigans, finds his eye twitching. "Can someone explain what is happening here and why it's happening in my daughter's hotel of all places?!"

He gets a dirty look from the radio prick, but who cares.

Before Vox can say anything, muting the other two; Alastor speaks. 

"I believe it is clear, your majesty, that dear Vark was not having his needs met and so came to find someone who could provide that care. And is not the hotel all about second chances?" Levels the overlord, allowing Niffty to sit on his shoulder to pet the shuppy while giggling maniacally.

"HEY!" Came the trifold scandalised reply from the Vees. 

"Or maybe  someone left the door open at our tower and Vark came to find one of the few people in hell who spoils him rotten..." Vox tries to snark back and trails off as if he wasn't sure where that was going. Then a maniacal glee lights up that calculating grin, as the overlord adds, "or perhaps Vark just missed his other daddy and wanted to come visit?"

That caused an uproar.

"You two was together?!" 

"That is neither here nor there, my envenomed associate, do close your mouth before a fly... ah, actually, you might enjoy that." The deflection falls flat in the face of the whole situation.

"Hah!" Comes the unexpected contribution from the King, "so all your snarky little comments about bad parenting, and here we find you abandoned your own kid!"

"Vark is only a shark dog demon, not a child." He drawls back. Pointedly ignoring the huge sad eyes vark was using at him, but  scritching carefully by the shuppys gills all the same, enjoying the delighted rumble it elicited.

Vox and the vees gasped like he'd torn their hearts out and ate them in front of their eyes. A twisted mess of indignant statements about how vark was not JUST a shark dog, he was amazing and perfect and Alastor was a bad father to say such things when they might impact the shuppy's emotional development... 

"Okay, this is very weird and as nice as it is to have three overlords visiting our lovely hotel, I-... have no idea how to handle this." Charlie says diplomatically, exhausted from the whole thing and also staying up two days in a row to work on plans for activities and counselling programs for residents. Which was what a combination of Vaggie, Alastor and Lucifer had been addressing prior to the Vark incident.

That seemed to snap everyone back into reality, and Vox cleared his throat, brushing off his suit and ordering semi sticky employees outside. Niffty already cleaning up their soppy footprints with an almost hysterical glee.

"Apologies Princess, I am afraid you caught my team at an inopportune time..." Vox bluffed, straightening his coat. "Nevermind. If you could just get your hotelier to relinquish our, and by that i mean the vees, shuppy Vark that'd be great "

"...no." 

"What do you mean NO?! That's our, again the vees, shuppy!"

"In all technicality he is also mine, but really Vox... he's quite thin, are you not giving him enough livers? His skin isn't very shiny..."

"We cant all just go get sinner meat for him all the time, Al..." Vox sighs, then remembers where he is. "Hah, i mean, you ancient airwave loving fucker. He’s fine, but in the spirit of collaboration… we'll take that suggestion under advisement."

Velvette was visibly scrolling through some sort of online store and adding gorey content (of which livers featured prominently) to the cart. Val was looking through a site that seemed an odd mix of sexual items as well as animal toys. No one thought too hard about the implications of that...

Sighing and acting casually bored with the whole affair to the outside observer, Alastor demurred slightly by putting Vark down. "I suppose that I shall allow him to return with you for now, with a few items to tide Vark over..." 

Niffty blurred as she went to grab sinner bones and organs from the fridge in his room. "...but I will be watching. You may leave him here once a month for a few days so I can ascertain he is well, you know he enjoys swimming in the bayou and eating the alligators."

There's a short pause, before Vox buffers through the conversation to the underlying meaning. "Uh, yeah... I'll have someone draft something up. Y’know you can always come see him at the tower..."

"Not necessary at this time, Podcast. Do you agree to my terms?"

There's a moment where the three overlords have a technological discussion, before Vox replies, "Deal." 

Taking the outstretched hand. A blast of green and blue energy, with faint traces of intermingled pink and purple, raced outwards. 

"Very well then. Niffty darling, would you be so good as to assist the picture box in returning to his vehicle and ensuring he remembers the bag of treats for Vark?"

"Okay sir!" She salutes excitedly, skittering off and dragging at Voxs pant leg. 

"Now Vark, you do need to go with..." there was a deep pause as if the next word was painful, as it came out in somewhat revolted static. "...Daddy... but I will see you again shortly. And, I believe I promised you a nice sinner femur, did I not?"

His shadow manifested the gristly item and provided it to Vark, who lost his little mind in excitement. Growl yapping and thundering about before coming back for a final pet, then galloping outside chewing happily.

"Okay, I'll  bite... what the fuck just happened?" Angel asked. "I feel like i just watched a hell version of two divorcees making a custody arrangement for their kid "

"Probably ‘cause ya did..." Husk muttered, and the spider spat out his cosmopolitan. 

"What?!"

Charlie is trying to offer comfort to Alastor but isn't sure what to even say because the last few minutes had been pretty strange even by the hotel's standards.

"So... that happened. Are you okay? Seeing an ex is always kinda weird... and with your sorta kid too? Should we, uh, maybe call Rosie?"

That snapped him out of things and the enigmatic radio host was back. "Nonsense my dear, everything is fine. And dear Rosie has heard all she cares to stand about that capitalistic shill over the past few decades I would hazard. But perhaps I can arrange for her to visit when Vark is next here, she does adore the little thing. Always has a fresh heart or two to slide him under the table..."

"Hey, don’t ignore me, Smiles! Are you tellin me you was like hell married to fuckin VOX?! Is that why he has the bodypillow of y-...uh, forget I said that."

"Why, that is not quite an accurate statement, my pastel pal... I never inferred it was only to Vox  now, did I? And-..." a pause as the previous query registers, and his overlord form bleeds through in dial eyes and antlers. "He has a WHAT?!"

His incredulity and discomfort at the idea is undercut by the howling laughter of the king of hell, who is near crying from mirth. 

Angel is grinning up at him. "You heard me, Smiles. It's on his bed, and he sometimes shares it with the other vees on occasion if ya know what i mean... I thought it was hate stuff, but now I know it’s sad ex drama it’s kinda funny. Does explain that one real weird video Val got me to do with it a few years back that never aired..."

The overlord form snapped away in an instant. " ...I'd ask for elaboration, dear fellow, but i fear that it may lead to a rampage. Let us agree to put it from our minds and never speak of it again, deal?"

"Deal."

A very small flare of green and pink between the clasped pinkie fingers, all Angel was willing to extend, and grinning at the lack of amusement from the other, and both parties immediately moved back to what they were doing before everything went down.

"Now, I believe a certain princess needs to go and take a well-earned nap before she collapses from exhaustion, hmm?"

Lucifer immediately joins in with Vaggie in attempting to coerce their beloved Charlie to nap before she falls over. However he does shoot the smug fake smiling radio parental usurper a very pointed glare that said he hadn't forgotten the little drama that just occurred... and felt a thrill of satisfaction as the other's grin dimmed slightly.

At the bar, Husk slips another drink to Angel and a glass of cordial to Niffty (she was a menace when drunk and had access to weapons).

"Hey didja know about all... that?"

A noncommittal hum.

"Do ya think... do ya think Smiles'd let me be like a distant uncle to that shuppy? He was fuckin adorable and i just wanted to squish his murderous little face. Always wanted to pet him the few times i saw him at work, but... i was usually busy."

Husk can't help the laugh that rumbles out. "Legs, whether the guy likes to admit it or not he loves that sharkdog like he does Niffty, you're gonna have Vark shoved in your face so often you'll be sick of him after a bit. Heck, when that lot broke up I think he was honestly more upset about losing Vark..."

Angel felt Fat Nugget wriggle about in his arms and scritched the demon pigs ears, eliciting  a delighted grumbling squeal.

"Heh, I get it. Things're gonna be interesting around here then, hmm, sourpuss?"

"When are they ever not, Legs?"