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Does this one even need a caption? That’s one sexy sign!

It’s a canned-food par-tay!

Am I going crazy, or have I seen this request played out across Tumblr in different fandoms A LOT this past week.

Just me? Oh.. maybe I'm seeing things.

college student!tendou who kinda has a reputation for being really hard to get. like yeah he's odd, but girls hit on him a lot despite that. in fact, you think that they do it because of that. but yeah, satori is popular beyond belief, with a reputation for turing down just about every person that propositions him. so it's a bit of a shock when he approaches you first.

at first it's friendly. you're pulled into his orbit as easily as anyone else is, falling victim to the precise feeling of his vision and the way he talks. you like being around him and while you'll admit that he's attractive, that's really all it is. besides, you're not exactly interested in a guy who knows what sort of reputation he has, hard to get or not.

"hey," he chimes from the couch beside you.

the small party goes on around you both, sat on the couch with your drinks in hand. both of you are deep in a slouch, the tips of your knees just barely touching.

"yeah?" you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow.

"wanna hook up?" he asks, sipping his drink and looking over the rim of his cup at you with knowing eyes.

"the hell did you just say to me?" you snort in near disbelief.

"i asked if you wanted to hook up," satori clarifies in a needlessly annunciated tone.

you squint at him for a moment, trying to figure out what his angle is. as far as you know, satori's never been so forward with anyone and if he just wanted a quick fuck, he'd have his pick of the litter in a very real sense. he eyes you for a moment as if he can tell what you're thinking and you struggle to figure out if he's joking on not. you settle on the former.

"and what about your reputation, mr. hard-to-get?" you laugh a little, leaning forward and aiming to project a confidence in yourself.

satori leans forward with his elbows on his knees. his lips curl into a mischievous smile and his fingers hold the cup between his hands so gingerly that it seems he might drop it. he angles his head up so that he's eye-level with you, his adam's apple bobbing heavily as he swallows.

"reputation?" he smirks, "id give up my whole fucking career if it meant getting some tail from you."

you blink at him and for a moment he just looks at you, that sly cat's grin smooth on his lips. then, he leans back with a shrug.

"think it over."

you don't really need to.

oh man i love them sm theyre so cute😭😭😭 the way mc nd jungkook are all lovey dovey nd clingy to each other :(((( theyre so precious

but with all that fluff comes all that smut as well i😭😭 it was so good nd made my toes curl. the morning scene just !!!!!! ruined me :'D

but what rlly ruined me was the last part when they get home :(( how mc reassures jungkook and confesses that she loves jungkook. and him asking her again AAA 'love.me?' LIKE YES U BIG GOOF.

gotta love how horny nd inlove they are. thanks for the great story author 😍😍💕

JK | Cabin in The Woods

word count: 6.7k

Summary: Everyone knows to stay out of the forest, but through a dare you ventured in… you just never came out. Meeting a wolf that says he needs you to survive, and you have no one else to give your love to but the animal that uses you every night.

Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Human!Reader

Genre: yandere, supernatural!au, horror!au, smut, angst, some fluff (if you squint)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: bullying, disfiguration of body parts, breaking of bone, mate bonding, possessiveness, implied murder, blood, eating of people & living animals, implied/attempt at rape/non-con, vaginal sex, cream pie, cock warming, pussy sniffing & kissing, jk is horny for reader 99% of the time, kinda stockholm syndrome-ish, easily manipulated reader, dom!jk, sub!reader, lonely!reader

A/N: The best way I can explain this fic is that jk has actual wolf tendencies. He’s more wolf than man, so you’ll find that he relates more to a wolf in this fic than to his human half. I had a dream about this, probably should see a therapist, but here we’re instead! I hope you enjoy, my yandere lovers! 😌

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You don’t know why you agreed to the dare. It was stupid to even think nothing would happen to you.

All you wanted was to make some friends, so when some people in your hometown asked you to come to their party, you were all for it. When you got to said party, it wasn’t what you were expecting. Everyone’s eyes were on you, and the peer pressure was to the max. Somehow a game of truth of dare started, and now your here—alone in the woods because you were one of the few daring people at that party.

You weren’t daring, though, and the dare wasn’t random. It was pointed at you by a couple of college kids that wanted to pick on the loner girl. You realized this after the hour in the haunted forest definitely went by, and no one came to save you.

North became south, and west became east. Any direction you pointed yourself in, you would find yourself trailing deeper and deeper into the woods where too many tourists and even a few locals never came out of.

You swore the forest was even playing tricks on you. Swearing that each tree looked the same, and the fog got thicker with each step you took. You didn’t stop your hurried walking, to try and get out of the forest as quickly as possible, until you heard a snap of a twig from behind you. Slowly turning your head, something you never thought in your twenty-two years of life you would ever see was standing right above you on a rock.

It was a wolf.

Keep reading

i have no shame

The Sun shines the brightest. Moon knows this with an unwavering conviction, even if no one knows he does.

Hey, uh, question for you guys based on a movie marathon I had with my mom over the weekend:

my fav characters from bbc ghosts !!

Aromantic/Aro-spec people deserve visibility. Asexual/Ace-spec people deserve visibility.

OH MY GOD I NEVER NOTICED

MALLEUS X YUU CONFIRMED???

I JUST REALIZED HOW IMPORTANT IT IS THAT ONE OF MALLEUS' CHARACTER ITEMS IS THE POSTCARD HE GIVES YOU??? 1. He is a dragon, hence the dragon statue, 2. He's the king of thorns, thus the thorns, and 3. THAT POSTCARD IS THE FIRST GIFT HE GIVES YOU. You really are an important part of his character 😭

I'M GOING INSANE HE'S SO IN LOVE OMFG

Hey, ok? You're probably not ok if you got bad news but are you getting by? Do you want to vent or want us to ask about it? Sometimes that helps I think

One step at a time, one day at a time, ok?

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

This is so sweet, thank you.

I am indeed getting by.

I usually try not to share too many personal details online, but since I’m struggling a bit with this, I figure yelling into the void (tumblr lol) might help.

Below is some discussion of medical issues (absolutely no obligation for anyone to continue reading, especially if the topic makes you uncomfortable. Please don’t forget to take care of yourselves too <3)

Yesterday, I visited a new specialist who did some testing due to a recent autoimmune diagnosis of mine. I have been dismissed a lot in the past, so I usually go in expecting test results to be normal. This time, I was wrong.

Apparently, I have moderate pulmonary obstruction, that I’ve just…never noticed?? I guess between disabling POTS and the tendency to convince myself symptoms are all in my head, shortness of breath must not have concerned me.

(Yeah, that’s about as concerning as it sounds)

So, yay, more testing.

Best case scenario, I have asthma (never thought I’d be hoping to have asthma lol). Worst case scenario, there is disease activity in my lungs, courtesy of my wonderful immune system. There is also a possibility of vocal cord dysfunction, but I don’t know much about that.

I already live with a plethora of health issues, but this one just caught me off guard. It hits harder when you’re not expecting it, and quite frankly it’s a little scary.

Whatever I find out, though, I will continue to get by. Not my first rodeo, and definitely not my last.

Either way, at least I always have Hero and Villain to project onto if I get overwhelmed LMAO.

I think this helped, thank you anon for checking in on me.

Hey, ok? You're probably not ok if you got bad news but are you getting by? Do you want to vent or want us to ask about it? Sometimes that helps I think

One step at a time, one day at a time, ok?

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

This is so sweet, thank you.

I am indeed getting by.

I usually try not to share too many personal details online, but since I’m struggling a bit with this, I figure yelling into the void (tumblr lol) might help.

Below is some discussion of medical issues (absolutely no obligation for anyone to continue reading, especially if the topic makes you uncomfortable. Please don’t forget to take care of yourselves too <3)

Yesterday, I visited a new specialist who did some testing due to a recent autoimmune diagnosis of mine. I have been dismissed a lot in the past, so I usually go in expecting test results to be normal. This time, I was wrong.

Apparently, I have moderate pulmonary obstruction, that I’ve just…never noticed?? I guess between disabling POTS and the tendency to convince myself symptoms are all in my head, shortness of breath must not have concerned me.

(Yeah, that’s about as concerning as it sounds)

So, yay, more testing.

Best case scenario, I have asthma (never thought I’d be hoping to have asthma lol). Worst case scenario, there is disease activity in my lungs, courtesy of my wonderful immune system. There is also a possibility of vocal cord dysfunction, but I don’t know much about that.

I already live with a plethora of health issues, but this one just caught me off guard. It hits harder when you’re not expecting it, and quite frankly it’s a little scary.

Whatever I find out, though, I will continue to get by. Not my first rodeo, and definitely not my last.

Either way, at least I always have Hero and Villain to project onto if I get overwhelmed LMAO.

I think this helped, thank you anon for checking in on me.

For the Greater Good

(Hero POV)

I walked into the warehouse alone. No weapons, no mask, no backup.

Every rise of my feet felt like a climb up a mountain, every fall feeling like a step off a cliff. I could have sworn I didn’t take a single breath as I walked into the wide open space, crates and barrels scattered around in a typical warehouse fashion. The lights that remained on buzzed from the corner of what appeared to be a break room and from various machinery peppered by the garage-like doors.

I didn’t know exactly where I was going, just that I was supposed to be here, at this exact time.

I arrived on the block two hours early, and spent every last second before 2 o’clock alternating between pacing and curling up into a ball and rocking myself on the empty sidewalk. I finally stepped into what I estimated to be the middle of the space, virtually incapable of taking another step. My muscles quaked and I considered if I should just give in to the exhaustion and lie right here until someone came and got me. My pride suggested I stay upright, so I settled for a comprise of leaning heavily against the nearest weighted crate. I crossed my arms in what should have been a nonchalant appearance, but it was really just to keep my hands from shaking by my sides.

I took a few deep breaths and checked my watch.

2:02

God, I wanted to laugh. If there was any humor left in this situation I would have. I tried to keep my mind blank, waiting. But as the minutes ticked on, my determination waned.

I couldn’t leave.

Wouldn’t.

Lightheadedness swam through my brain, and I relented and lowered myself to the floor as black creeped in around my vision. I laid flat on the concrete ground, kicking my feet up onto the slats of the crate I was previously leaning against. The lights above me were dim, but I still closed my eyes in aversion to the brightness. I needed dark, calm. I needed to be anywhere else but here.

I checked my watch again, then pillowed my hands behind my head. Tears welled up in my eyes against my will.

2:05

Screw pride. Pride went out the window a long, long time ago.

I let the thin little salty rivers run freely down the sides of my face to pool uncomfortably at my ears. I was surrendering to my enemies, why not surrender to the tears too?

An eternity passed before footsteps finally echoed around the building. I didn’t bother to get up, not even to move. I didn’t bother to stop crying either, in fact the tears may have only gotten stronger as I stayed rooted in place.

“Sorry for the delay, we had to make sure you weren’t followed,” a voice announced itself. I didn’t turn towards it.

“You doing alright down there?” It asked, sounding infuriatingly genuine.

“Perfect. Never better,” I choked. There was no hiding the crack in my voice now.

“Shit dude, I didn’t think this would get to you that bad.”

What did you think was gonna happen? I was just gonna skip to your door with a couple of flowers and some handcuffs all gift wrapped for you with a wide ass smile on my face?

“Do you…need a minute?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

A minute or two passed before I gathered what was left of my composure. The tears stopped flowing and my head stopped swimming. I removed one boot after the other from the ledge they rested on and started the slow journey back to my feet.

“Ready?” The voice I finally matched with a sight asked. Henchman.

I sniffed, wiping my nose on my sleeve before nodding solemnly. This was by far the most courteous capture I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling victim to, hilarious given the circumstances.

“I’m gonna pat you down,” he warned, and I nodded my acknowledgment. Gentle hands brushed my body and found nothing, as promised. A light touch gripped my arm and pushed towards a path between the crates.

“Let’s go.”

We walked in silence for a while, I was too close to the emotional edge to break it. Henchman had no such reservations though.

“I could tell the guys the extra time was from a fight,” he suggested lightheartedly.

I merely shook my head.

“Yeah you’re right, probably a bad idea.”

Despite myself, a small smile crept past my lips. His words brought the only comfort I’d felt all day.

With every step I could feel my clarity returning.

I was going to be fine.

We walked out a side door and outside into the gravel, where it appeared a caravan awaited. I might have been flattered if I didn’t feel so damn helpless.

“One Hero, clean as promised,” I was presented to the arc of people gathered in various states of masked.

“You were supposed to secure them, Henchman,” Villain looked me up and down, then shot at annoyed look at the man at my side.

Henchman did not reply, only looking from me to the crowd closing in around us, then back to me and returning to Villain knowingly. So I definitely looked as bad as I felt; it was nice to know my face was making its debut red-blotched and tear stained no doubt with the edition of heavy bags under the eyes.

Villain simply shook his head, then stepped forward to grab me.

“Wait,” called another voice, and I struggled to identify its origin until a blue and gray clad person stepped forward. “How do we know it’s them?”

He stared at me in blatant disbelief, and I found the energy to be a little offended.

Like anyone else would do this. Like I would take the risk to let them.

Various people exchanged looks, and I struggled to believe that no one had actually thought this part through. Several looks pinned me down expectantly, and I also found the power to be a little bit annoyed.

Of course their lack of foresight would become my responsibility.

Nonetheless, my eyes roamed the crowd, before pinning down an unsuspecting figure in a suit with red chrome outlines. I pointed to them, before pulling down the collar of my shirt to reveal a thick pink scar stretching horizontally about an inch below my collarbone. Chrome stepped closer through the crowd to see, then nodded his approval. Villain stepped forward to grab me once more, but he was stopped by someone decked out in forest green.

“Your hand,” they indicated, and I brought up my arm to reveal the back of my right hand and yanked down my sleeve so they could trace the jagged scar carved down to middle of my forearm.

“That enough? Are y’all convinced?” I spun around, pinning several people right back with their own gazes. I seemed nothing like the person on the warehouse floor.

No, with every passing second, I was feeling more and more like a hero.

I guess they were in fact convinced, because I was finally escorted into an SUV and placed in the middle of a bench seat sandwiched between Villain and a larger man I barely recognized. The whole process was pretty ego-inflating honestly.

Unfortunately, Villain did finally get his wish of restraining me after the car had rolled to a stop and I was transferred into a building via an underground garage.

I didn’t think.

Couldn’t.

My fate was in the hands of my enemies, and I had just handed it over.

The results so far are shocking me! I didn't expect the fight between Kawi and Hack to be so close. It seems that 2023 was an amazing year for fuckable Krist characters (and I understand why it's between the two)

But I am offended about some of the characters with no votes!

Look at Mint! He's a cheesy, flirty, hard-working farmer who has a pink motorbike. Do we not all want him? I certainly did.

Tod and Sunny both only had less than twenty minutes each, but I will argue they should have a vote! Both of them got bittersweet endings, my poor, beautiful boys...

And well.

I obviously think Arthit deserves to be a bit higher, but well, I can make peace, because does it matter when Kongpob definitely finds him most fuckable and is "eating" his favorite food everyday?

My school bag got torn apart after more than five years of being together. 😞

Hey whump people, I want your thoughts

(If you click the "Depends" button, you must actually say what it depends on, don't just use it as a cop out.)

Bonus points for explaining your reasoning

"I would take your suffering from you"

reread the third book (God and the King) in Bowen's William iii trilogy and theres

so much

whump

potential

whumping pretty boys >>>>>