the wolves are hungry

we’ve been circling each other–

like wolves gone hungry, like stars gone nuclear, like vines gone berserk;

like lightning & thunder, like cyclones & whirwinds, like earthquakes & after;

like heart follows break, like bone follows fracture, like lips follow gaze;

like your name is inevitable, like my name is gullible, like our name is regrettable.
—  we’ve been circling each other like equally footed disaster | jocelyn
Monsta X as Werewolves

Pace yourself with the scenarios and reactions okay? But i want to request Monsta X as werewolves, 🐕 since you have a lot of vampires. 🦇

I will, thank you for the concern! This is my first werewolf!au and I LOVE au’s so this was so much fun to write :D I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day, anon! ~


Shownu:

  • You were convinced he hated you at first,, He would often stare you down, or avoid you, or leave if you entered a room. As the newest to the group, you often wondered why you were let in when the leader didn’t even like you
  • Frustrated, you vented your feelings to Minhyuk while you were partnered up for a task. He laughed at your worries; “He doesn’t hate you! It’s actually the opposite - He thinks you’re so beautiful that he can’t stand to be around you!”
  • With this new info in mind, you start to test Minhyuk’s confession. You showed more skin, would frequently corner Shownu to “ask” him something, often brushing against him
  • While working with Minhyuk, he vented about you. “I’m loosing my mind! I can’t think straight anymore!” and with a meek voice, Minhyuk admitted that he might have told you about his crush
  • Now aware of your game, Shownu teased you back
  • And this back and forth flirtation resulted in a relationship … after a night of passion
  • With mating season drawing near, the leader had locked himself away, afraid of loosing all control and taking you on the ground, with everyone around
  • But knowing his reason, you “visited” him and helped relieve his stress
  • So yeah,, basically, he’s the pack Dad and you’re the pack Mom (regardless of the gender you identify with)

Originally posted by sonhyunu

Wonho:

  • Kind of a fuckboy but a nice one, does that make sense?? He has a big heart and wants to share it with everyone, male or female, human or werewolf
  • That’s why it’s no surprise when he ends up in your bed one night, not caring that you were human. What is surprising, however, is when he wakes up to see you gone, a note stuck to his forehead: ‘I’m out. Be gone before I’m back.’ The cold tone cracks his heart. He’s not used to being left, usually being the one to leave
  • He can’t get you out of his mind so after a few weeks, he tracks you down again
  • “I’m that good that you sniffed me out again?” you tease but he doesn’t laugh
  • He looks very serious, stood on your doorstep with a single rose in hand. “That’s not why I came back. I want to know … Can I take you out to dinner?”
  • You humour him, more so looking for a casual fling. But Hoseok surprises you that under that handsome man, is the biggest sweetheart you’ve ever met
  • Although neither of you make it official, you know your hearts belong to each other 

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Minhyuk:

  • Not really a werewolf, more of a werepuppy
  • He’s in charge of easing newbies into the pack and entertaining the kiddies while the adults do work
  • It was when he was younger, only a teen, that an orphaned wolf was put into his care. You weren’t much younger than him, so the bond never became anything fatherly. And he was too playful to be taken seriously anyway. He was more of like a close best friend, who also happened to be your guardian
  • Minhyuk took care of you diligently, often bringing you back pretty stones or other things he’d found while hunting. An almost perfect condition wrist watch was one of his greatest finds and you treasured it
  • So when you got into a fight with a fellow wolf, who smashed it, you saw red. After nearly killing her, Shownu was on bad terms with you. You almost were kicked out of the pack. But when Minhyuk found out why you had flipped, he fought to keep you
  • And now you were even more indebted to him
  • Minhyuk felt bad about the incident, often bringing the girl you fought medicine to help her recover. This annoyed you to no end and you often tried to stop him visiting her
  • “Why??” he asked eventually. “Don’t you want her to live?”
  • “No,” you admit, the blood rushing to your cheeks. “She broke my second most precious thing and is going to take my most precious thing away.”
  • “Your second most precious thing is that pocket watch I found you, right? So what’s your most important thing?”
  • Shyly, you buried your blushing face into his chest. And he grinned from ear to ear
  • “So cute!! You love me?! Why didn’t you tell me before?! I love you too!”

Originally posted by wonhuff

Kihyun:

  • Was sent on a task to track down a human. He was told that they held important information about the wolf world that they shouldn’t know
  • Eventually he found you, working at a bookstore in town. You looked harmless, stacking books, but an order was an order
  • He kidnapped you as you walked home that night, done with your shift. And interrogated you. Except it wasn’t much of an interrogation. You were terrified, shaking like a leaf; “I don’t know anything! I seen a boy turn into a wolf and that’s it!” Your heart doesn’t falter so he knows it’s the truth
  • But he can’t let you leave. You didn’t know as much as Shownu thought, but knowing was all it took to warrant an execution. Except he couldn’t; it felt like trying to slaughter a baby lamb
  • Instead, he brought you pack to the pack. It took months until you felt comfortable around them, having been afraid they might snap and kill you
  • Kihyun took charge of you, making sure no wolf messed with you, and sometimes breaking rules to make you happy. You weren’t allowed to return home, but he would let you write your family letters to assure them you’re safe and alive
  • One morning, a female wolf started to pick a fight with you, threatening your life; “If it weren’t for Kihyuns protection, you’d be dead long ago.”
  • “Why does he protect me?”
  • “He loves you, dumbass. Luckily for you”
  • Kihyun bursts in suddenly, scaring her off and wrapping you in a hug: “Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” He scanned your face for any sign of fear, instead he found you smiling. “What’s so funny?”
  • Reaching up, you press a kiss to his lips; “I love you too, idiot”

Originally posted by wonhobe

Hyungwon:

  • Your first impression of him was rather negative. As a new pack member, you worked hard to fit in and impress your leader,, yet someone so high up like Hyungwon did nothing but sleep all the time. And if he wasn’t sleeping, he had this bitchy look on his face
  • It wasn’t until a neighbouring pack tried to start something, that you understood the real Hyungwon
  • A beta from the rival pack attacked you, both of you in wolf form, and your shoulder was badly injured
  • Hyungwon snapped that beta’s neck, nursing you back to health, and fussing over the others that were injured. He had a gentle, warm touch as he tended to your injury. And you even seen him sing one of the youngest to sleep, a 9 year old girl that lost her mother in the fight with the rival pack
  • Once better, you kind of just followed him around?? You wanted to repay him so you would fetch whatever herbs he wanted, or a rabbit if he was hungry, and for his birthday, you bought him the fluffiest pillows you could find
  • Hyungwon immediately fell for you
  • One evening, as the sun was setting, you returned to him with a basket of flowers he’d asked you to pick; “What are they for, Wonnie?”
  • “You’ll see,” he promised, arranging the flowers into a bouquet before handing them to you. “They’re for you. I wanted you to pick the prettiest flowers because my eyes don’t see beauty like yours do. That’s one of the reasons I love you.”
  • “That’s cute but be honest,, you made me pick them so you wouldn’t have to get out of bed, right??”
  • *avoiding the q* “So are you free tonight?”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Jooheon:

  • Either or aggressive or soft, so he can be unpredictable. This is made worse during the full moon or mating season
  • Usually, newbies to the pack are assigned to keep watch on him, mainly cause no one actually wants to deal with Jooheon when he’s mad or acting clingy and cute
  • As the newest member, you’re given this job
  • Only you don’t react like everyone else has
  • You humour his cute side, scratching behind his ear (just how he likes it) when he’s in wolf form, smiling at his aegyo, bringing him extra food when he’s hungry even tho the other wolves call him chubby but he’s not leave him alone
  • And you listen when he’s mad or frustrated, helping him control his aggression until after a few months, Jooheon learns how to be calm, even during a full moon
  • He grows to realize that his aggression was misunderstood sadness; he was lonely, wanting a companion to love him and maybe have a litter with
  • Although he realizes this, it takes him another long year before he actually confesses. He had been too afraid of loosing you or getting rejected. His pack hated seeing him hold back like that so they eventually pushed him to confess
  • “Do you, uh, wanna go running in our wolf forms?? I mean, like, not just running. But as a … date??”

Originally posted by trainingpanda

I.M:

  • Generally in control of himself,, although he hates humans, he never kills one unless they deserve it
  • Only looses control during mating season
  • Driven by lust, he breaks away from the pack, searching for someone to ease his carnal hunger
  • He stumbles upon an omega, you, wandering through the forest alone. You had smelled him coming from miles away, knowing what he was hunting for
  • You stayed,, wanting to feed your desire too
  • The morning after, he turns shy and soft. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so forceful last night.” Although he knows your bruises will heal quickly, that doesn’t make him feel any less bad
  • “That’s okay. I like a man who takes control. So do you wanna get breakfast or something?”
  • Tbh he didn’t know you, but the night before was pretty damn good so hell yeah, let’s get some f*cking eggs and bacon
  • “My treat,” he offers

Originally posted by won-kyun

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 4)

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 4)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here

Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this part out. My book is going to be released in like five weeks, so needless to say I’ve been a little preoccupied.

As dark began to fall, the air became cold. The chill caused you to pull your cloak closer, trying to get what little warmth you could out of it. In all of your days travelling, it seldom got this cold in the summer, and yet the further you walked, the colder it got.

Your breath came out in front of your face in thick clouds of warmth, and as you continued moving forward, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Snow. In June. Something was amiss here. You could feel it. Something dark. Something magic. And though you wanted to turn back, to return to Villeneuve and try again another day, your heart and your feet seemed to be conspiring against you.

And then you heard a snarl.

It was vicious, hungry, and it was right behind you. A wolf. And then there were five of them. Growling, low to the ground, and ready to pounce. You broke into a run, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough. They were faster than you, there were more of them, and even with your magic, you wouldn’t even stand a chance.

***

Adam watched in the mirror as the wolves surrounded you, and seconds later, he had run out the front door of the castle as fast as his beastly legs would carry him. He could only pray it would be fast enough. The snow crunched under his paws as he took long, swift strides. The tatters he called clothes waved behind him like a flag of war, ready to open fire on the enemies that dared to threaten you.

You were so close. Closer with every step. It kept him moving forward. The drive to see you…to save you, it pushed him faster and faster until-

Adam tackled the nearest wolf, taking him down with ease. Another jumped onto his back, but he managed to shake it off. He scratched one of the attackers with one of his massive paws, causing a halt in the fight.

“LEAVE HER ALONE!!!” He roared with more emotion and raw anger than he ever had before, baring his sharp fangs. His yell echoed through the trees, through the woods, and scared off several flocks of birds. Though the wolves growled and glared at their large rival who had once again taken something that belonged to them, they backed off, slowly retreating back to where they came, their eyes still locked on him as they left.

***

You. Were. Terrified.

Not only had a pack of hungry wolves chased you, now a gigantic monstrous beast was standing in front of you. But there was more. He had defended you. Now what? What were his intentions? Had he only saved you to kill you himself?

You lit your palm with pale white light and held it up in defense. He turned to face you.

“W-who are you? What do you want with me?” Your boots sank into the snow as you took a few slow steps back. He took a few steps forward. “S-stay back.” You ordered. Your voice was scared, but firm.

“I’m not going to-”

“Stay back!”

“(Y/N)…”

“How do you know my name?” You asked, quickly lowering your hood with your free hand.

“I’ve known you for a very long time.” His voice was low, gentle. He approached slowly. You met his blue eyes, and in his gaze, there was something you hadn’t expected to find: humanity. “Even if you haven’t known me. I care about you. And if you’ll let me, I can keep you safe.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” For a second, your silver eyes began to glow.

“I know you’re running from the darkness.” Adam stated. “I know you’re a child of the stars. And I can help you.”

“Why should I trust you?” You took a small step closer. “How do I know you aren’t working with…him?”

“You have more knowledge than you let on. Feelings of things that have been, that will be. Read me and you’ll know my intentions are pure.”

You felt your soul reach towards him, trying to decipher if his words were truth. In his eyes, you saw kindness, and in his past you saw darkness. And now…there was hope. The creature before you was more than he appeared to be. You could tell that much. There was also magic there. Dark magic with good intentions. It was a part of him, like a handprint on his soul. A scar of something he used to be.

“You said you could protect me. How?”

“My castle is enchanted. You’ll be safe there.”

“People are chasing. Bad people. Dark things.”

“And to get to you, they’ll have to go through me.” He replied. You stared at him for a long moment.

“I’ve never even met you and you’re willing to lay down your life for mine.”

He offered a kind expression.

“Well…I’ve known you all my life. You’ve been there for me in my darkest days. It’s about time I returned the favor.”

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Now and Forever

“Who are you?” Pike asks finally, and the woman smiles and her hair is fire, and her dusty dress is a robe of blue and gold, and her eyes burn through to her core, and Pike gasps and stares up at the glory of a goddess.

There’s been some talk about Pike’s divinity lately. It’s good talk. I approve. Title from “Coming Close” by Philip Levine.

Sarenrae, the Dawnflower, the Healing Flame, the Everlight, Lady of Temperance and Goddess of Righteous Retribution, claims Pike Trickfoot on a bright day in late summer, when the air smells like wheatgrass and the sun turns a lazy arc overhead.

The high, hot days of summer blow into Westruun with a baking heat, the kind swept aside by the winds that dance across the wide central plain of Tal’Dorei until they eddy against the bulwark of Gatshadow and the protruding branch of the Umbra Hills that cuts south into the grasslands. It is a time to be outdoors, to run along dusty roads and laugh loudly and fly with the freedom of the warmest months, especially for little gnomish girls who ought to be studying. Pike has lessons aplenty, but she cannot bring herself to put nose to desk or quill to parchment, not when it’s this bright out, not when the morning breeze beckons.

She slips out early, waiting for Paw Paw to be called away by an ailing neighbor, and once he goes she sets aside books and prayer and slips out the door, a lithe, light-footed child. A hint of the night’s crispness clings to the morning air, yet to be burned away by the day’s heat, and she breathes it deep as she wanders through the northern temple district and towards the town’s center, already bustling and vibrant.

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Submission: Bunny!Credence Ficlet

submitted by the talented @granpappy-winchester [THIS SHIT IS LIT, THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED OMG THANK U]:

(note: I wrote this quickly so please forgive any mistakes. I am super into the idea, I just love the image of Credence with bunny ears and big hairy wolf Graves)

Graves gently pulled at Credence’s little cottontail, the rabbit squirmed in his lap, looking over his shoulder and away from the flowers he had plucked to decorate Graves’ tail. His small face had gone red, eyes big and brown and flustered under his dark hair.

Graves had brought him to one of the small clearings in the meadow, away from his family burrow and far from the other wolves who would do him harm, especially since it was spring and in spring rabbits like Credence—young and small and fertile in ways they didn’t know—would be more than just a meal for hungry wolves.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Thanks for your blog! Can I make a request where MC is playing stripping poker with some her friends (not only girls) and is winning, but then RFA + Saeran comes in, she is distracted and loses the bet right in front of her s.o. eyes? You don't have to write it if it doesn't sound interesting. Thanks again!

YShame on me for almost rejecting this request just because I know shit about poker, I did some basic research and it became one of my favorite requests so far, thanks for the great and creative idea, anon. It was interesting af!

I still know shit about poker, all I got is that Royal Straight Flush is the biggest deal on Texas Hold’em, but these aren’t probably very accurate, so let’s forget poker and focus on the stripping thing, ok? lololol

 

Common: You became great friends with them, and you invited them to this party at your place. They never confirmed they would make it, they been acting really weird around you for a couple of weeks now, so you were pretty sure they wouldn’t show up. So you relaxed and when your brother’s friend suggested playing Strip Poker, you said “why not?” along with two other girls and another guy. You had no idea how to play Poker, but you found out that you were pretty good at it, maybe you were very lucky? Doesn’t matter, fact is everybody was half naked and you still had your skirt and tank top.

But then… they came in. They realized it was stupid trying to be away from you if they liked you so much. Who knows? Maybe that was the night they would finally confess their feelings for you… it’s so embarrassing being at a party they don’t know any one, where were you?

Your eyes locked. They see you among these semi-nude people, what’s going on? And you… you feel your heart stop for a minute only to race like it never did before… oh crap!

“MC? Your turn!” your brother’s friend tries to call your attention, you are quickly took aback. “I… I… Flush!”, you say, tripping or your own words. He smirks, showing his hand “Straight Flush!”. Shit! There goes your tank top…

Another round, and you notice you went out of all of your luck, or maybe you needed to have some strategy, after all? Now you are half naked, and your s. o. is right there staring at you? Disappointment? Disapproval? Or… are they enjoying this?

Zen

  • He was rooting for you, he suffered as much as you did when you showed your hand, and somebody had a Four of a Kind, making you lose your bra.
  • From his point of view, there was a girl blocking the view, so he couldn’t see your chest… unfortunately? No! He was a gentleman! He was never going to stare at your naked body!
  • Both of you were relieved when you said out loud: “Straight Flush!”  That was it! Nobody could have an upper hand! Unless… “Royal Straight Flush!”, his mouth opened in full surprise, how was that possible? You… lost?
  • You got up and hooked your thumbs on the waistband of your panties… since you were here, why not make the best out of it? You looked straight at Zen…
  • Why has he been acting weird around you? Couldn’t he see how much you liked him? Fuck that! His eyes were peering through you. You had his attention now…
  • You rocked your hips back and forth in a teasing manner, looking at him, and letting the panties slide down your thighs. Zen’s breathing was getting heavy, his eyes looked darker…
  • Seeing you like this, teasing him so shamelessly… you obviously were putting this show for him now… did you… like him as much as he liked you?
  • He didn’t even have time to think of that… he just saw how the two guys were looking at you…
  • “MC, I finally found you!” he was trying so hard not to look, now he was that close to you. “Sorry, gentlemen! I’m afraid I have to steal her for a moment…”
  • You gathered your clothes and followed him, without even thinking. You weren’t sure if you were feeling more embarrassed there with those people or with him now.
  • You two went to your room. He turned his back on you. “Put your clothes on. I won’t look, I swear.” His voice was cold, nothing like him at all.
  • “Why are you acting like this?” “Why are YOU acting like this? Getting naked among those hungry wolves… are you out of your mind?”
  • “Why do you even care, Zen? I was just having fun! I wasn’t uncomfortable till you showed up! By the way, what are you even doing here?” you asked, putting your bra and panties in an angry way.
  • “You invited me!” “Well, I didn’t think you were actually coming, considering how distant you’ve been… did I… do something wrong?”
  • “N-No! You did nothing wrong! Except for accepting playing Strip Poker… I’m just… I guess I’m just… jealous, MC.” “J-Jealous of me?”
  • “Well, yes, I… I have all these feelings for you, and seeing you like that just… makes the beast inside of me go insane! You drive me insane, MC!” your heart skipped a beat, was he…confessing to you?
  • You came close to him and made him turn to look at you. “Goddamit, MC! I told you to put your clothes on, not only your lingerie!” “Oh… so you don’t like my bra?” “What? No! I like it, I like it very mu… wait, no! I’m…” ERROR “It’s fine, Zenny… you can take it off if you don’t like it…” “MC, the beast…”
  • “Show me…  I guess I saw a hint of the beast when I lost back there, and… I’m very curious to see the whole thing…” “MC, I… I…” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he gave up. “If you insist that much…”

Yoosung

  • He didn’t even know how to play Poker, let alone Strip Poker, he just figured it was something naughty when he saw all those half naked people… and you…
  • He blushed and tried to look away, but something kept pushing his eyes back at you, he never saw this much of your skin and it was… even better than he could imagine.
  • And your breasts were so… oh no! He wasn’t going on with this, this was wrong! He couldn’t look at you like this, you were always so sweet to him, and how was he repaying you? Thinking of you in such a naughty way?
  •  “Straight Royal Flush” the guy said out loud. Yoosung didn’t know what this meant, but he could only assume it was bad, judging from the look at your face… oh no, did you lost? WAIT! If you lost, that means… OH HELL NO!
  •  You closed your eyes as you took your panties off, you weren’t sure if Yoosung was still watching, but you wouldn’t risk seeing his flustered face, you liked teasing him, but this was beyond any teasing you’ve ever done to him…
  • “Oh! Get off, dude! You’re ruining the game!” you heard the guy who made you lose complaining and opened your eyes.
  • Only to find Yoosung standing in front of you, his arms and legs open trying to cover you, you could not see his face, but you bet he was doing that adorable angry face…
  •  That wasn’t that adorable when he turned his head to look at you, you couldn’t see his whole face, but you felt a shiver going down your spine, he looked PISSED
  • He gathered your clothes on the floor and handed to you, his head was low this whole time. “Yoosung… I…”
  • “Can I talk with you? Alone!” he looked at your poker buddies when he emphasized the word “alone”. You obliged, you wouldn’t dare to counteract him right now…
  • You took him to your bedroom and quickly put your clothes back on, you didn’t want him to feel even more embarrassed. “W-Why were you doing this, MC?”
  • “Yoosung, it’s just a game… it’s… it’s no big deal!” “Well, it is for me! How do you think I felt seeing those guys looking at you like that?” “I don’t know, how did you feel?”
  • “How did I feel? I…” he was blushing again and his eyes didn’t seem that dark anymore, he was going back to his usual self. “I… felt angry and… really jealous, MC.”
  • “Why would you be jealous?” “Because… I… I… really… I… likeyouverymuchMC! “ he spoke fast and closed his eyes, like he was waiting to be hit or something.
  • “I like you too, Yoosung.” You said, and he opened his eyes to find you smiling at him, oh… it was so sweet… he just felt this urge to hug you. “So… you never played Strip Poker?” you asked him through your embrace. “No.”
  • “Do you want me to teach you?” although you couldn’t see him, you felt his grip getting tightened on your waist and his face burying in your hair. “Yes, please”

Jaehee

  • She noticed that before she came in, you still had your clothes on, so was her the reason of your bad luck? She felt bad for you…
  • Seriously, as if it wasn’t enough she treating you so coldly the past few weeks, when she gathered courage to see you, she made you lose your game.
  • She wasn’t mad at you or anything. She knew she had no right to say anything, you were a grown up woman having fun at your own party, who was she to say anything?
  • However… she found herself struggling not to look at your body, it was exactly like she imagined, maybe even better… and now she realized how much she imagined your body, what was going on with her
  • “Straight Royal Flush!” she was aware this was the ultimate upper hand and it was almost impossible to get one, and if you didn’t have one of that, it could only mean…
  • You looked at Jaehee, how long has she been standing there? Oh, she looked so beautiful dressed this casually… you didn’t even think as you removed your panties, you only had eyes for her having her eyes for you…
  • “Oh my, MC! What a nice body you have! You almost making me gay over here…” the girl who made you lose said that, you blushed.
  •  “You can’t ‘make’ someone gay, young lady.” You heard Jaehe’s voice behind you. Shit! This woman was a ninja! “Chillax, I’m just messing with her! Who are you, her mommy?” the girl shrugged.
  • “No… I’m just… a good friend who’s aware of the rules of the game, and you can not cat call other players.” “Yes, she has a point” one of the guys pointed out.
  •  “Okay, whatever! I’m sorry… jeez, people are so touchy those days…” “Jaehee, are you okay?” you asked her, she was blushing and trying not to look at your butt.
  • “I’m fine, MC. How about… you? I was wondering if we could talk a little, alone…?” “Yeah, sure…” you picked your clothes and got out of there, it wasn’t fun anymore standing there with such a weird atmosphere… you went to your bedroom.
  • “MC, I… know it’s not my place to butt in, but you should be careful with your friends, some of them can get the wrong message if you don’t say anything…” “How do you know it would be the wrong message?”
  • “Pardon?” “How would you know I wouldn’t like having my friend complimenting me?” “I’m… I’m just assuming you’re not interested in women, MC.” “And why would you think that?”
  • “I… I don’t know, I just… keep telling myself you aren’t, so…” “So…?” “So it’ll hurt less if you reject me, because… there’s nothing much I can do if you don’t like girls, but if you do, I… have to recognize there’s something wrong with me…” you were so thrilled right now, you couldn’t believe she was as insecure as you…
  • “Jaehee, there’s absolutely nothing wrong about you! Butm you’re right, I… I don’t like girls…” “Yes, I already was expecting it…” “I like only one girl… you!”
  • “Me? Y-You like me?” you went to kiss her and you felt her face burning, since you never put your clothes on. “Will you take this as a ‘yes’?”
  • “I… yes, MC. I will…” and you two hugged “So… you seem to know a little about Strip Poker! Where did you learn it?” “I already told you I’m not that innocent, MC…”

Jumin

  • This wasn’t what he was expecting of a party thrown by you, it looked like a frat party, and how come there was no wine?
  • He knew how to play Poker, it was a social skill acquired being a business man, but Strip Poker? This was new…
  • He wasn’t sure about how he felt. He was angry, but not really at you? He was angry at himself for not talking to you properly and showing up like this to your party where he clearly didn’t belong? But… at the same time, he wasn’t pleased at you sharing a poker table with another two men… were you out of your mind?
  • “Straight Flush!” you said, he nodded in satisfaction, you were good at this! “Royal Straight Flush!” uh oh… you were in big trouble, weren’t you?
  • You saw Jumin staring at you and felt a shiver. His eyes felt… hungry? Oh, so maybe this was what Zen was talking about. “Even Jumin is a wolf, MC! Don’t let your guards down around him.”
  • But you didn’t care, seeing him looking at you like this stirred something inside you. You wanted him to keep looking… it was the least he could do after practically disappearing from you the past few weeks…
  • As soon as you got rid of your pants, you felt something resting on your shoulders, it was a coat… a man’s coat, Jumin’s coat., and he was behind you, looking away…
  • “Hey, dude! What the fuck?” the guy who made you lose complained. “Sorry, sir. I know how bets work, but I’m afraid I need to end this game for her right now, as I really need to talk to her by ourselves.”
  • You went to your bedroom, he refused to come in with you. “Jumin, what’s going on?” “You tell me, MC! Are you messing with me on purpose? Reminding me of what I can’t have?” you were talking through the door.
  • “What are you talking about?” “I just noticed how different we are, MC. And although I cherish you so much, I don’t think I can stay around you without losing my control. And I noticed how uncomfortable you got when you saw me…” “I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was just… caught by surprise seeing you here, I never thought you would show up to a party like this… you are right, we’re very different, but… the way you looked at me, I… I felt really good…”
  • “You did?” he was relieved you couldn’t see his face blushing… “Oh… so by any chance, you… feel the same way as I do?” you didn’t answer. “MC?” Silence… he just saw you opening a little gap on the door and handing his coat to him, he couldn’t hide his frustration. “Okay, I understand… sorry for barging in to your party… I’m going now…”
  • You opened the door, your clothes stayed at the poker table… “I never said you should leave.” And there was that look again… and it kept getting closer and closer as he closed the door behind him.

Saeyoung

  • He tried to play some poker online when he was really bored and trying to ditch work. He was very decent at it, but it wasn’t really his thing.
  • But now it was, strip poker? Featuring you? He’s down for that. He would have come early if he knew he had the chance to join this match.
  • He would love to be the one that makes you lose your last piece of clothing, but… somebody else had that honor.
  • “Royal Straight Flush!” oh… judging by your face, this was no honor. Yeah… he wouldn’t like to make you feel embarrassed like you looked right now.
  • And then your eyes met his, and all your embarrassment went away. What was he doing here? It took a lot of guts to show up like this when he’s been barely talking to you…
  • So yeah, if he’s gonna be looking at you with those puppy eyes, you might as well enjoy this and tease him a little, or will he ignore your naked body right in front of him?
  • You took the stripping thing very seriously, asking for your friend to hum the Pink Panther’s theme and rocking your hips very teasingly before taking your panties off.
  •  You felt a cold hand on your shoulder… Saeyoung was beside you, holding the clothes you left behind. “Sorry, fellas. Game is over.” He took your hand and dragged you away from there.
  • He already knew where your bedroom was, which made you blush, he turned his back on you so you could put your clothes. “Don’t get any wrong ideas, MC. I’m just helping you.”
  • “What if I don’t need your help?” “Judging by the way those guys were looking at you, yeah, you would need my help pretty soon…”
  • “And you are different from them? Because I saw you looking!” “Yeah, but it’s different because… because I respect you, ok?”
  • “Ignoring me like you did all those weeks? Yeah, I wouldn’t say you really respect me, Saeyoung.” He took a deep breath. “I did it precisely because I respect you, MC.”
  • “Really? Why is that?” you sounded mad “Because… I like you so much, you have no idea how much I like you, and… I’m so afraid I’m going to hurt you, I couldn’t live with myself knowing I could be the cause of your pain one day…”
  • “So… it didn’t really occur to you talking with me would be the right thing? Because I can understand if you don’t want to be in a relationship with me, what you can’t do is coming to my party as if nothing happened and try to lecture me about respect! And look at me when I talk to you!” you made him turn away to face you.
  • “You’re still naked!” “What? You don’t like it?” “No, I… like it very much… I like you… very much…and I…” “My eyes are up here, Mr. Respectful.”
  • “S-Sorry, I just…” and then something clicked on his mind. “I have a straight, MC!” “What?” “I’m not bluffing! I have a straight! What do you have?” “I… I don’t know, a full house?” “Oh no! It looks like I lost!” he took his hoodie off.
  • You got it what he was doing pretty quickly. “I have a flush…” you told him. “Darn it! High Card!” and there goes his shirt… you kept on going with this until he was in the buff with you.
  •  “So… what do we do now?” you asked, trying not to stare at his amazing abs “Well, if I’m Mr. Respectful, you must be Mrs. Respectful looking at me like that, so now we do what happy married couples do?”

Saeran

  • He hated: parties, drunk people, people generally. He liked: free booze and you, mostly.
  • He never played poker, but he knew the basics. Strip poker? What a lame idea!
  • Or maybe it wasn’t…? He saw your bra flying and then he got the appeal of this, it was… pretty cool.
  • Your body was even better than what he tried so hard not to imagine, but he did more than he would like to admit it. He was trying so hard to be a cool guy who respects you and your personal space and not to look like a pervert weirdo.
  • “Royal Straight Flush!” oh shit! Were you really…? No, you didn’t have the guts to do it, did you? In front of those guys? Those disgusting, weird guys looking at you like a piece of meat?
  • You saw Saeran looking at this very curious. His widened eyes looked so cute, you almost forgot you were mad about him just pretending you didn’t exist.
  • It was like… “Oh, now that you can look at my tits, you notice me? Alright…” and then you took your panties off, but as soon as you did, you felt something wrapping your whole body, you looked behind you, and there was Saeran hugging you and covering your body with his jacket.
  • “Ah, come on, dude You ca-“ Saeran just glared at the guy and he shut up, scared. “What the fuck, Saeran?” you asked him, you could feel his body against you, so could he and now you were both blushing.
  • “I… I … we should talk.” “Ok, let me go first, so I can pick my clothes.” “But then they will see you…” “Just let me go, Saeran” you hated talking like this to him, but it was necessary, he backed away, trying not to look again.
  •  You went to your bedroom, he was still a little flustered. “No need to be like that, we’ll only talk, Saeran.” “W-What? What are you saying? I… I know that… I wasn’t thinking… what you’re thinking… I… am going to stop talking now.”
  • “Oh? So this is pointless, you said you wanted to talk!” you put your clothes on very angrily. “I better go back to my party before they…” he grabbed your hand and looked down. “Please… please don’t go, MC”
  • “Why?” “Because I… like being alone with you, I… like when you have all those people and you sill choose me to be alone with. I… enjoy your company very much.  I… enjoy you… very much…so much I know I need to be away from you before I do something stupid. But I… want to be with you?” you were feeling bad for getting angry, the poor thing was only trying to confess…
  • “Saeran, so do I, but… you can’t just ignore me and show up like this, I know you have your problems, and I’m more than willing to help you, I told you a million times. So let me help you, don’t just… do things that concern us by yourself, please?” “Yes, of course, MC, I’ll… yes, I promise.” “Thanks”
  • And you hugged him, you felt his breathing stop for a second, but you smiled when he wrapped his arms around you. “So… what were you thinking when I brought you to my room?” “Oh, I… you know, MC! You were naked and… it’ just us on your bedroom and… don’t make me say it!”
  • “Okay, I won’ t.” you let him go, but he was still holding you “I would rather show you.”  

V

V was requested later and you can see it here! ~

He Still Has My Heart

Prince Adam/The Beast x reader

The Curse Series: Part one, part two, part three

Author: Lil Laddie

Words: 931

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey cuties!! I hope that you enjoy this new part of The Curse Series. Hopefully, I will be able to post another requested imagine later today. I have just two more weeks of school left so YAY!!! Hope your school years are wrapping up nicely. Have a wonderful day!! Love you kids!


You sat peacefully in the library, reading one of your favorite books. Your completely peaceful moment was soon ruined as Cogsworth came running and panting into the room. You looked up in concern at him as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Are you alright, Cogsworth?” You asked, slowly approaching the older man.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need a moment.” Cogsworth paused, taking more deep breaths before continuing, “The master, he’s been injured.”

“Is he okay? Where is he? What happened?” The questions rushed out of you, overwhelming poor Cogsworth.

“Calm down, everything will be alright. He’s in the west wing as we speak, having his wounds treated by Belle.” Cogsworth explained, turning back to the door to walk with you to the west wing.

“What happened to him?” You asked again, except it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“May I just first say, that none of this would have happened if Lumiere hadn’t messed up and told the girl about the west wing.” Cogsworth tisked, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Get on with it!” You exclaimed, growing impatient with the clock that was walking next to you.

“Well, we gave Belle some dinner and sent her off to bed. We told her to go straight to bed, but did she go? No, she went into the west wing!” Cogsworth complained, throwing his stubby arms in the air.

“She went into the west wing?” You all but screamed in disbelief.

“Yes and she touched the case that held the enchanted rose. Prince Adam got very angry with her and simply terrified her! She ran out of the castle and he chased after her. Luckily, he was able to save her from a pack of hungry wolves. The wolves did scratch him up quite a bit, but luckily the girl had enough sense to bring him back to the castle.” Cogsworth rambled on with you listening carefully to each of his words.

“The wolves didn’t hurt him too badly did they?” Your pace to the west wing becoming faster.

“He’ll be fine. He just may need to stay in bed for a few days.” Cogsworth said, struggling to match your fast pace.

You were getting nearer to the west wing, when you heard Adam yell out in pain. Without a moment’s hesitation, you began to sprint to the west wing. The adrenaline of the moment overtook you, letting you run faster than you ever had before. The only thing on your mind was the threat of Adam being hurt or in danger.

“Adam!” You cried, bursting through the doors of the west wing.

“(Y/N)!” Adam immediately called back, matching the desperation that your voice held in his own.

A girl that stood next to his bed watched the two of you with curiosity. You could see that Adam had sat up in panic on his bed after you had shouted his name. He looked down at you with worry, as if you were the one that had been injured. You continued to run until you were at his bedside, next to the girl that you could only assume ws Belle.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your eyes quickly scanning his fur for injuries.

“I’ll be fine. There’s no need for you to worry.” Adam’s voice was soft and quiet, something no one in the castle had heard for years.

“You got attacked by wolves! I think I have every right to be worried.” You scoffed as Adam reached out a paw to lift you onto his bed. Everyone in the room watching your interaction carefully.

“Don’t overwork yourself, love. I’ll be better in a day or two.” Adam promised, a genuine smile stretching out on his face as he talked to you.

No one had seen Adam smile since the day he had gotten into a fight with you. This moment was enough to bring tears to Mrs. Potts eyes. This was wrong though. Belle was here to break the spell, not you.

Without another word, you hopped off the bed and out the door of the west wing. You shouldn’t have even gone to see him in the first place. You were supposed to hate him. Yet, he still held your heart in his hands. If only you could have his.

“Who was that?” Belle asked, after the door had shut.

“That was (Y/N).” Adam said, his voice cracking as he said your name.

Belle opened her mouth to ask more questions, but stopped when she saw Adam turn onto his side and begin to fall asleep.

“Let him rest for now, you can ask him all the questions you want in the morning.” Mrs. Pott leading Belle and Cogsworth out of the room.

“Master,” Lumière began, knowing that Adam was still wide awake. “You still have feelings for (Y/N), don’t you?”

“What does it matter?” Adam growled, opening his eyes to look at him.

“I want you to be happy, that’s what matters.” Lumière smiled.

“I’m happy now.” Adam protested, ignoring the knowing look Lumière was giving him.

“Sir, for the first time in years I saw you genuinely smile tonight and it was because (Y/N) was in the room. Don’t ignore what you feel. It will cause you more harm than good.” Lumière advised, before heading towards the door. “Sleep good.”

“Thank you, Lumière.” Adam said, watching Lumière shut the door before he closed his eyes again.

Adam wondered how you still had complete control over his heart. He just wished that you would give him yours.

Reading the tweets from the harassment post...

Literally ALMOST EVERYONE in the comments is trying to justify the harassment that this woman has received because of animations and being the “head animator”. You should all be ashamed of yourself if you agree with that statement.
Literally. Get a fucking life and get a hold of yourself. It’s a -game-. -Real people- worked on this just for your enjoyment. You guys are so entitled and spoiled saying “oh well horizon had better graphics and animations!” it does. Because they had more time, animators, and use different programs.
This fandom is so toxic that even with the slightest mistakes made by Bioware and it’s employees, you’re on them like a pack of hungry wolves. I can understand -constructive- criticism and actually helping devs so they can help us in return. And I can admit myself that some of the animations are wonky. But blatantly outting one person just because they were the head of the animations? Just because you thought they were bad? A bunch of fucking animals.

Pull yourselves together, people. It’s a game. Grow up.

The Heartache Pg1


Oh yes, the star of the show as everyone knows him, Bendy the Dancing Demon. He was in his room sitting in a wooden chair as he was breathing in his smoke, it’s lovely poison. His room was covered in gifts from his fans, especially those who were women. Constantly sending him letters just begging to dance with him, or be his back up dancers and all,sometimes begged to marry him. He leaned back in his chair as he opened more and more letters from his adoring
fans. He felt like a hero any time he saw a child trying to act just like him.Heck, he was a hero, every now and then when some brute would come around he’d show them a thing or two and teach them a lesson they’ll never forget. Bendy once drove a large raging pig out of town so it wouldn’t hurt any people anymore. He beat up a wrestler who didn’t know when to stop destroying people’s homes just to look for a challenger.  He caught all five robbers on a train and threw them in prison.
        And yet, an unwelcomed thought creeped along his mind. Would he have been the cheeky little devil everyone would love today if he had never met Boris? Or would he still have been trying to become everyone’s nightmare he had planned ages ago? When he got caught up with the wolf he planned to use him for as long as he wanted just to get what he wanted and toy with his emotions for a bit. Yet things…took a different turn. He never had expected the guy to be so incredibly kind. He was a wolf. Usually people have seen wolves as vicious animals who are ALWAYS hungry. Boris was different though.Boris isn’t like any wolf. Bendy threw his cigar down on the floor and stomped on it. He pulled out another one from his box and lit it. He took in a few puffs and sighed. He chuckled. He remembered when Boris would try to cheer him up when he was feeling down. Boris was certainly something. His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing and he frowned. He picked it up.

Bendy:“Bendy the Devil here.” He said and just as he expected a loud shriek came through and he quickly slammed the phone down hard to hang up. He shook his head and growled. The phone rang once more. He yanked the plug out and silenced it for good. He sighed and leaned back in his chair once more. He looked at some old photos of himself and Boris from over the years. He looked outside and noticed it was raining. Bendy stood up and closed the curtains. He put out the cigar and dropped onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling. Over the years of beating down villains and chasing women, none of that was exciting any more. Except the beating up the villains part….and the dancing. Ah yes, the dancing, it will always be his most favorite thing to do.
All eyes are on him, people stopping what they’re doing just to see his amazing dances. All of that was thanks to Boris. He was the one who put the idea in his head. Bendi turned out the light and rolled over on his side, just staring at the wall.  Every show he’s been in, none without his best friend Boris. He and him have always been together. Danced together, played music together.Bendy loved trying different things however. Playing just one instrument wasn’t enough. He wanted to be good with all of them.Most of all though, he wanted to be able to play the clarinet.
        Bendy remembered getting into a couple fights with Boris over stupid nonscence every now and then. Even best friends get into arguments eventually, he thought. Boris wouldn’t speak to him for a week after Bendy glued feathers on him to make him look like a chicken. Bendy almost lost it. He was about ready to get into a fight with the wolf but instead, he wrote him seven pages that read; ‘I’m so sorry’ over and over. Bendy rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The sound of rain pounding on the roof made it impossible for him to fall asleep.
           Years later when his fame grew, he was chased around by his adoring fans. He didn’t mind, he loved the attention. He just couldn’t get enough of it.
           And yet….even though he was loved by all, no matter who he was with, it wasn’t enough for him anymore. The feeling of wanting attention from EVERYONE just seemed to almost very slowly fade away. It was when he was robbed from one of his 'fans’ that made him realize that he still can’t trust ANYONE. Not even when you’re famous. When things were going down he knew he could always depend on Boris’s help. He would help him no matter what. Just when he felt safe being with Boris…everything turned into a nightmare when he met her. Bendy covered himself up with the blanket and
closed his eyes tightly.
       It was fall. The wind blew like crazy, everyone’s in a hurry to get home, Boris was waiting outside Mrs. Mo’s store for Bendy. Bendy was stuck in a chat with Mo as he held onto a brown bag full of sweets. He actually seemed to enjoy her stories though. Bendy laughed after she had told him a joke.

Bendy:“That’s a good one Mrs. M!” He said with a grin. She chuckled.

Mo:“Well, you should be getting going soon, I think Boris is still waiting for you outside.” His eyes widened.

Bendy:“Ha! Oh yeah! Time flies when you’re listening to stories huh?” The two laughed and he left. He looked around for Boris but he was no longer there by the door. He frowned a little looking confused. He looked at his truck but he wasn’t there either.“Boris?” He called. He looked around until he finally saw him giving a poodle back her umbrella. Seems it got caught in the wind he thought.
He smiled.“Aw Bori, you kind hearted son-of-a-gun.” He said to himself and chuckled.“Always helping strangers huh buddy.” He walked towards them but quickly stopped when he could hear them talking. His expression changes from a warm smile to a look of worry and confusion. The woman was giving him a flirty look and his face was more red than usual. He kept telling her jokes
and telling her stories of him and Bendy’s adventures together. She giggled a lot. It was starting to get on the demon’s nerves.It was odd though, he had never felt this way before. Just seeing someone else acting like that to Boris just made him feel bitter. He didn’t understand why but he wanted to pull him away from her as far as possible. Boris finally stops talking to her and turns
around only to find Bendy. He smiled. Trying to play it off as if nothing happened Bendy thought.

Boris:“Guess what Bendy!” He said happily. Bendy put one hand on his hip and smired.

Bendy:“You got a job as a clown?” He asked, half mocking half joking. Boris shook his head.

Boris:“Nope! I gotta date!” He said and laughed happily. Bendy’s tail dropped to the ground along with his smirk and shoulders.The demon opened his mouth to speak and was ready to argue with him but he couldn’t. Not after when he looked in his eyes. He’s never seen them sparkle like that before. And that smile of his was so different. It was that feeling he had with Scarlet years ago. Bendy slowly smiled.

Bendy:“Oh, that’s great buddy!” He said. Boris was always supportive of him with whatever he wanted to do, it was his turn. Boris went on about the poodle, her name was Abella. She loved travelling to different places. This was her first visit…and apparently, Boris interested her the most. At least that’s what she told him. Bendy wanted to be as happy as Boris was whenever he thought Bendy found someone to be with, so why was this so difficult for him? He thought he was over the whole fear of Boris leaving him forever thing. But maybe he wasn’t. For a couple of nights Boris left Bendy alone at home so he could enjoy his dates with Abella. He didn’t seem to mind too much at first, things were going smoothly. Until she decided to stick around a little longer. She decided to follow them wherever they needed to go for their shows in different places. She said she wouldn’t get in the way, but after at least five shows have passed, instead of going straight to the truck where Bendy was waiting, Boris went to Abella’s car and the two would talk for hours. Bendy would sit there waiting as he smoke three cigars. His smoking became worse after seven more shows. It went from three to nearly twenty cigars.
      Boris came home every morning after their dates ever since their last show. Bendy, trying hard as he could stay happy, began to feel as if the world was crushing him. He felt like Boris was starting to push him away. He felt like he was all alone in the house when he was gone. He even left on a ship for a few days with Abella without telling him. He sincerely apologized for making him worried. He even missed their show a week after. Abella didn’t come over much. Oh gee! Haha, wonder why. Bendy thought to himself with a snarl. Bendy and Abella rarely spoke to each other. Bendy tried but even though the two had the same interests, it was like she was never truly comfortable around him. Mostly when Boris was around. This made Bendy feel worse. Every now and then when something didn’t go right, he would leave ink everywhere he walked. This seemed to gross Abella out and this was the reason she rarely came over to visit. Boris tried to make Bendy feel better but no matter what he said, his words no longer calmed him down. They felt empty. Was this karma? He wondered. Whenever he went chasing after women, going on dates, spending long nights away from home?
                  These thoughts began to trouble the demon and he bit his bottom lip. He slowly curled up into a ball of ink. His tail wrapped around his body as he hugged himself. No matter how much people begged for Bendy to stay he would always say no…..so then why was Boris staying when she asks him to? No matter who he was with, he always picked his best friend over everyone else.

The door slammed shut downstairs. Bendy sat up in his bed with wide eyes. He forced himself to get out of bed and walked down the steps. He took in a deep breath and smiled. The ink quickly dried and he found his friend on the couch. He looked tired. He walked quietly next to him and saw that he had already fallen asleep. Bendy covered him up with a blanket near by and finally felt exhaustion hit him like a train. He slowly got up on the couch and snuggled up to the wolf. He buried his face in his chest. His tail curled around him and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
       He expects to see him gone by tomorrow morning and to be gone for another month with Abella again.

Facade

Characters: Jimin x You

Genre: ceo!jimin || arranged marriage (I have no idea at this point)

Multi-chaptered!

next part 

It is tiring to be standing in front of all these people. All of them looking up at him expectantly, waiting upon his next words like hungry wolves. He is the bait that is dangled in front of them, and once he is dropped, they will pounce and devour until nothing is left.

The cameras flash again in his face, and the white spots swarm in his vision. Loud chatter fills his ears from his spot on the stage and he resists all temptation to turn on his heels to walk away. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Amongst all the chaos, he is slightly calmed down by the sight of one person who remains unmoving. You stand – stoic and without expression – hands folded in front of you in a manner that is the same if not more serious than him.

“Jimin,” he hears you say the two syllables.

They fall flat, a name that over the years has accumulated many emotion but now, contain nothing.

He looks at you, standing beside him with your face towards the crowd in front. With a deep breath, he walks up towards all the reporters and opens his mouth. They all drop silent and wait.

“Yes, we are divorced.”

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Ladrien Summer (4/?)

ladrien summer tag | table of contents

“Okay, but really,” Alya was mumbling, stooped over her phone, when Marinette walked back to their table at today’s lunch stop. “If there wasn’t an akuma, then what was she doing there?”

Adrien, stooped over his own phone, looked just as baffled. “I… I don’t know.”

“Because,” Alya continued, “There wasn’t an akuma before, or even a patrol. And her patrols don’t even run that way — those are Chat’s routes!”

“Right?” said Adrien, his brow knitted. “I saw her there and she seemed…”

He trailed off, frowning harder, and Marinette wondered if she really wanted to sit down at their table after all.

Alya stiffened in the corner of Marinette’s eye. “…You saw her?”

Nino caught Marinette’s gaze with a kind, wry smile and nodded her over as Adrien said, “Uh… yeah. She seemed… kind of… confused?”

Marinette hesitantly took the seat next to Adrien, her cheeks already burning in remembered humiliation.

Just yesterday she’d asked Adrien Agreste whether he ‘closets.’

God why.

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Fanfiction Appreciation Post: Haikyuu!! (Poly Ships)

I am super grateful for all the wonderful people who put all their hard work into writing fanfiction beautifully. So, I’m going to make a couple of posts dedicated to my favorite fanfics! I have too many in Haikyuu!!, so there are subsets based on the main relationship in the fic. However, since there aren’t as many poly fics to rec, I’m consolidating all poly relationships here (the pairings will be mentioned for each fic). Enjoy!

the numerous assorted issues in the life of tsukishima kei by symphorine @asexualkurootetsurou (T; 35k; English; Complete)

Relationship: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima Kei’s life is getting very difficult. He would start a revolution against fate and the universe if he wasn’t so painfully aware it’s entirely his own fault. He’s starting to think he secretely hates himself, honestly. Or maybe he angered some deity, somehow. Or it’s karma from a previous life. Whatever it is, he’s fucked.

(Yamaguchi just thinks he’s scared.)

Comments: This is just incredible. I enjoyed it so much, gosh, i can’t express how much. Such an incredible contribution to the tag.

High Dive by BlueColoredDreams (M; 19k; English; Chapters 4/?)

Relationship: Tsukishima Kei/Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi

Kei thinks that he can handle being roommates with Tadashi and being in love with him at the same time. He can’t, but he’ll take what he can get, even if it’s just being friends with benefits.

Tadashi and Hitoka want to give him more.

Comments: OMG this was so good. My heart ached for Kei multiple times, and I just loved how the plot has been built up.

Mannequin Men by surveycorpsjean @zanimez (M; 76k; English; Complete)

Relationship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

Comments: This was a rollercoaster of emotions. I laughed, cried, ‘aww’d a lot throughout this one. 

happy mother’s day! by MissMairin @anyhao (T; 2.8k; English; Complete)

Relationship: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi

As captain of Karasuno Volleyball Club, Yamaguchi had changed a lot since his first year. He finally mastered the float serve. Puberty was gracious to him. He had gotten piercings and tattoos. Most importantly, though, he had picked up a new skill. His maternal instincts.

[Four times Yamaguchi’s maternal instincts had helped his team, and one time the team helped him.]

Comments: This is so pure and beautiful. 

Together, We’re Infinite by thunderingskies @josai (M; 8.9k; English; Complete)

Relationship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Tsukishima has never liked being touched.

A pat on the back, a hug from a relative, a friend nudging his ribs - it’s an invasion of his personal space, and he hates it. It’s awkward, uncomfortable. A reminder of how different he is, because normal people seem to like it, and that’s just not him.

That is, until the day Tsukishima finally learns that maybe being touched isn’t so bad after all - at least, not when it comes to them.

Comments: One of the best getting together fics with poly ships. Lovely.

So, You’ll Be Joining Us? by helloyesIamtrash (G; 5.4k; English; Complete)

Relationship: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Though no one knows how or why, at midnight on a person’s 16th birthday, they get writing on their wrist, almost like a tattoo. This writing, whatever it says, has something to do with your soulmate. It’s usually something like the first thing they say to you after it appears, or an inside joke you two will have, maybe a phrase they say a lot. Simply a push in the right direction, fate’s little nudge-nudge wink-wink about what future you have in store. This is the story of how Tsukishima Kei got three soulmates.

Comments: This was so funny but also really cute, and I love what Kei’s first words to the others are.

This list is in no way complete. These are just a handful of the several fics that have given me the feels, warmed my heart, made me melt, brightened my day, and/or inspired me. Even if those fics aren’t up here, I really appreciate the hard work of all those writers.

Stay tuned for appreciation posts of fics with other Haikyuu!! pairings, and for appreciation posts of fics for other fandoms!

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The Crown - Loki (Part 1)

Originally posted by darcythornton

Prompt: You were born into a royal family of ancient lineage. The eldest of four daughters, you suddenly feel the heavy burden of being the heiress of a huge power falling on your shoulders. Suddenly everything changes when a mysterious stranger enters your life. But the king’s last words, your father, were marked in your mind to haunt you: the crown must always win.

Warnings: You’ll have different characteristics and name. Loki will be rocking everybody’s hearts soon.

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My mouth doesn’t taste 
like salt-water, anymore.


I still walk home most nights:
when their tongues are silenced
and the stars still unfold like old lovers.


This doesn’t change anything.


My hands have held hearts
and left them torn in two.


My hands have known absence,
held those who are gone from
this world, never to come back.


I am still stuck between
September and July.


My skin, still stained in
summer as these wolves
grow hungry for the rain.


My body, still standing
in the doorway, waiting.


My heart, still listening
for the sound  of you
forgetting my mouth
             and all the words that came from it.

I wait for you
in the breath of the full stop.
There are too many sighs
and not enough words.
I sweep it all
into the deepest branch of my lungs.
You’re a place only I know,
where the water barely breaks the surface.

The pace of my heart is a burden
beached like a whale.
The night stars float fluorescent
on waves
the sky is upside down
and it’s not like I never knew it.
We were always chasing about
in the dark,
we were too scared
with the lights on.

So many ways to love,
like arms about my neck -
sure it’s love, but tighter.
Or laying down,
curled like wolves
and hungry.
Or the last way,
the air is cold and I can’t see
but the birds are so close
and quiet,
I feel them quivering.

And now, a sort-of fairytale

“Stay out of the woods”, people tell their children, “Children who don’t listen to their parents get stolen away by the imps and the goblins.” 

“Don’t stray from the path,” they tell their daughters, “There are hungry wolves there who will deceive you.”

“Don’t tarry after nightfall,” they tell their sons, “And don’t speak to strangers.”

The woods are not safe. The woods are harsh and cold and the trees stand so closely together that one can scarcely breathe when stealing across its borders. Anyone walking beneath the dark green roof knows too well the feeling of eyes on their backs, of being watched with suspicion and anger and hunger.

The woods are not safe. There are wolves and bears that speak like men and curious little creatures who demand that you guess their name. So the villagers say in nervous whispers as they hear of yet another child disappearing. But children do not seem to fear the woods. They sit on doorsteps and fences listening to the wind whistle through the branches like the tones of a ghostly flute, and wonder if goblins really do steal naughty children.

Two children are left in the forest alone by desperate parents. The brother leaves a trail of breadcrumbs, hoping they will find their way home. When they wake in the evening, the trail is gone. “Animals must have eaten them,” they say to each other in dismay.

There are no animals in the forest. 

There is not a single insect or bird that dares to nest in any of the trees. No elves nor fairies nor imps nor goblins. There are only the trees, and the trees watch. Some bend their branches low to offer fruit to the children that listen to their music. They cradle the children in long strands of vines, let the wind howl through the branches, and the children forget. They forget their homes and their parents and their lives before stepping under the leaves. 

They join all the other children of the forest, neither human nor tree, with flesh on their bones and sap in their veins. They run freely through the trees for years, but as the children of the forest grow older, they slow, and eventually stop. They put down roots, they grow tall and strong, they stretch out their arms and they wait. One day one of them who is not quite old enough to join his brothers and sisters and aunts and uncles leaves the woods for the first time since he and his sister were abandoned there long ago.

The forest is old, and it does not produce seedlings on its own. Young trees must be found elsewhere as the forest extends its borders. 

Elsewhere, there is a town in need of aid. Vermin have flooded the streets, the houses, carrying disease with them. A strange young man in a tunic of patches enters their town and offers to rid them of the rats. He takes from his belt a flute carved from a fallen branch, and it sounds like wind singing through the trees.

anonymous asked:

The fic the anon was looking for where Steve gets caught by hydra in the elevator and it looked like it was gonna be HTP but Bucky saves him might be To the Victor by dragonspell. Warnings for rape/non-con

Thank you for writing in!

To The Victor (rape/non con elements) by dragonspell

Rogers has got his game face on, staring up at the ceiling like he’s just taking a break or some shit, chilling before the next mission. Fucking peaceful. Nothing about that expression says that he’s been stripped naked and restrained, that he’s surrounded by a pack of guys that are just fucking slobbering over him like hungry wolves circling their prey.

The Soldier stares flatly and Rumlow holds up his hands. They’re on the same team and he doesn’t want any trouble. He’s fine with seconds provided he gets to watch. As scary as the Winter Soldier is, he’s still one fine piece of genetic engineering shaped by hard training. Rumlow is A-okay with watching the guy get his rocks off with Captain America. “You go right ahead,” Rumlow says. “Be my guest. Ain’t nobody going to stop you.” In fact, Rumlow’s looking forward to this now that he thinks about it, seeing the epitome of Hydra, with his Russian branded arm, fucking the symbol of American pride.

(Or, the elevator scene in Winter Soldier goes a little differently and Rumlow’s thinking that he finally gets to have a piece of Steve Rogers. Only the Winter Soldier shows up and he doesn’t seem that keen on sharing. Rumlow POV. Please mind the tags).

Morning, Darlin' (Steve x Reader) Part 2

Summary: Y/N and Steve have history, but they don’t get along. Now they’re stuck in a house in the middle of nowhere with the other Avengers, and end up having to share a bed. With Bucky torn between them, the situation seems to become increasingly unclear as Y/N and Steve are forced to spend more time with each other than either of them wants.

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You ran down the stairs quickly, hoping Steve wouldn’t follow you down.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you muttered repeatedly as you ran, your mind spinning with the events of the last few days. You walked quickly into the kitchen, oblivious to your surroundings as you made your way over to the fridge. You wrenched the door open, heart racing, and searched frantically for the milk. Your entire body was stressing out, even though you tried to seem normal. You were breathing rapidly, and looked absolutely distraught. You couldn’t find the milk, and slammed the door shut, emitting a sound of frustration.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I'd like to recommend a personal fav, this beautiful fic, I can't stop reading it. It is like a deliciously spiced dish, there's Rumlow who sortof reminds me of Coyote from Roadrunner, there's beautiful description of captive, naked Steve and a rabid-dog dangerous WS. Plenty of laughs, heart-wrench, anxiety and smut. To The Victor from dragonspell. I highly recommend it!

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To the Victor by dragonspell (rape/noncon)

Rogers has got his game face on, staring up at the ceiling like he’s just taking a break or some shit, chilling before the next mission. Fucking peaceful. Nothing about that expression says that he’s been stripped naked and restrained, that he’s surrounded by a pack of guys that are just fucking slobbering over him like hungry wolves circling their prey.

The Soldier stares flatly and Rumlow holds up his hands. They’re on the same team and he doesn’t want any trouble. He’s fine with seconds provided he gets to watch. As scary as the Winter Soldier is, he’s still one fine piece of genetic engineering shaped with hard training. Rumlow is A-okay with watching the guy get his rocks off in Captain America. “You go right ahead,” Rumlow says. “Be my guest. Ain’t nobody going to stop you.” In fact, Rumlow’s looking forward to this now that he thinks about it, seeing the epitome of Hydra, with his Russian branded arm, fucking the symbol of American pride.

Madness Of Duke MinHyuk



(this will be a story based on the song “Madness Of Duke Venomania” its a vocaloid song oops i was heavily inspired bc minhyuks way to handsome to not have something going on *weary eyes* this was heavily inspired by the beautiful concept photos,i hope you guys enjoy it and i suggest listening to the song and knowing the meaning of it if you dont get the story~ i suggest a version by the youtuber Razzy :) please hope for a happy ending  basically if you like bittersweet AU stories that arent too clique and over done you’ll like this (hopefully) yes it is smutty and don’t worry I have the smut in the females point of view and don’t be afraid to skip right to the smuuuttt ) 

summary: being cursed into a life of fortune, doesn’t sound all that bad when you’re a handsome young duke. Unless you’re condemned to lust and unable to love 

((mentions of blood (very tiny mention))

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