#one of those asks was right before midnight and the other two after lol

[mickyschumacher]

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: carlos sainz and you have an on and off relationship: full of an alluring pain. and no matter what, it seems you two always come back to one another. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), infidelity, toxic relationship, reader has a vagina, unprotected sex (wrap it up like a gift!), reader slaps carlos, crying, ANGST, carlos bordering on being a sadist, cumming inside, fingering in the car, that being said - dangerous car driving, oral sex, incorrect model stuff probs, severely poorly utilised spanish, probs poorly written smut lol, probably missing plot holes but yeh

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x model!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4k+

𝐀/𝐍: this is poorly based off taylor swift' 'style'. i hadn't realised i turned such a nice song into something well um... not nice? proof-read but as always, don't hold it against me!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆

Before you even started your cat-and-mouse game with Carlos, you were well aware that he was trouble the moment he walked into the room.

Scratch that.

Formula One drivers were nuisances. Ask any other model on the street and they would probably agree with you.

You knew that it was a relationship you probably shouldn't even be in. He was always going to be away in a new country every other week while you were doing photoshoots and walking runways. You would barely have time with each other. You don't think that you could even label such a relationship 'long distance'.

So when your management sent you down to the infamous Monaco Grand Prix as eye-candy, how were you to deny those brown eyes constantly lingering on you, following your body as he sported a smug smile? No one would be in their right mind to not fall for a guy like Carlos.

The heated gazes, the flirty comments, the burning brushes of touch... it was clear for the both of you that you had to be together.

But of course, despite knowing all of this, you couldn't help still feel a bit emotional about your relationship.

midnight

you come and pick me up, no headlights

long drive

could end in burning flames or paradise

fade into view, oh

it's been a while since i have even heard from you

Here you were. In Miami. The sun had fully set and the rare few stars you could find had taken up their night shift.

You were just leaving the office of your management after having a discussion on what photoshoots you were doing in the upcoming weeks and what events you were attending.

Chanel, Dior, Ralph Lauren, YSL, Louis Vuitton...

Brands on any other general day you would've love to talk about. But your mind was in a state of disarray after receiving a message from a certain Spaniard.

hot spanish polla (prick)

pick you up in 15, princesa (princess)

behind your office.

Even now, looking at the message again, you let out a scoff. You scrolled up, finding the last message you had sent to him. In January.

It was currently May.

Your fingers clenched around your phone as you let out a shaky sigh. Despite all the rage you felt, of course you were here, in the secluded area of your company.

You looked down at your clothes. A model life meant wearing 'fashionable' clothes. You, your manager, and your stylist often pre-agreed on the outfits you wore just for the sake of your image. Today, your stylist had dressed you in a black mini skirt and maroon sweater. You neck and ears all adorned in thin gold jewellery while you feet were hugged by a classic pair of white sneakers.

You pursed your lips. At least you looked good.

But of course this was just like Carlos. Speaking, calling, texting... all when he wanted. You knew he was in Miami. You weren't an idiot. You had all of this season's races organised into your calendar.

You were just in disbelief that Carlos had the audacity to even text you after not hearing even a word from him in almost five months.

Your ears perked up to a low rumble of a car entering the area. The headlights were off but you could still spot it's familiar features. You eyed the iconic Prancing Horse and rolled your eyes. The love and hate you had for Ferrari was unexplainable.

The car stopped in front of you and the door of the driver's seat opened. Carlos came out as if he were in slow motion.

You sucked your tongue to your lips upon eyeing his appearance. He was in a black coat, a simple white shirt that stuck to his sculpted body paired with black trousers that brought out his stupidly defined thighs. Those thighs... god, how much time had you spent on them?

and i should tell you to leave 'cause i

know exactly where it leads, but i

watch us go 'round and 'round each time

Carlos waved a hand through his hair and smiled at you. You could feel his eyes waver over you, making you suppress the innate shudder his gaze would usually send you. You couldn't let him think that everything was okay.

He opened the door to the passenger side and gestured for you to come in with an extended hand.

You folded your arms and stared at him. Were you really going to do this? Yes. Was this what you deserved after so long? A man who felt dizzy for you but wouldn't speak to you for four months? Yes and no.... yes.

Carlos narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to look at you. He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Get in the car, Y/N. Before I make you."

There was nothing threatening about his tone. In fact, even if it was, it would be an empty threat. Because at the end of the day, the both of you knew you were going to.

You internally sighed, before walking up to the open door. You turned your head to him and gave an amused huff. "As if you would, Sainz."

Carlos flashed his classic grin, the very one that had gotten you into this mess in the first place, and watched you enter his car.

By the time you had but on your seatbelt and rested your arm on the door, Carlos had finally sat next you.

"You look good, cariño (darling)," Carlos murmured, bringing your hand up to his mouth to leave a small kiss.

You clenched your jaw at the fiery tingle that sprawled across your hand. You snatched your hand away. "I know. I look good all the time," You mentioned curtly.

Were you being a bitch? A bit catty? Simply put, yes. But you thought a man who usually got what he wanted deserved some sort of catty behaviour.

"Four months, Carlos, four goddamn months... of nothing," You sighed out.

A remorseful expression fell over Carlos' face. "I know. I'm so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses."

You huffed once again with an irked smile, folding your arms while you looked out your window. You could think of one. But maybe it wasn't time to bring it up right now. You were tired of this game already. You would rather a false peace than the raw reality.

Your eyes peered over to him. "Long drive home?" You asked.

Carlos smiled softly at you. "As per usual."

You nodded slowly and Carlos turned the key of the car. The engine came alive and seemingly so did he as his hand naturally fell to your thigh while he reversed out.

you got that james dean daydream look in your eye

and i got that red lip classic thing that you like

and when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

you got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt

and i got that food girl faith and a tight little skirt

and when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

Carlos could feel your eyes on him as he drove down the empty, long roads of Miami, dotted with the sparsely spaced palm trees swaying in the warm summer breeze.

Your eyes trailed over every inch of him. His hair. His eyes. His lips. His neck. His body. Every crevice. As if you were trying to print an image in your mind.

You always looked at him like that. Carlos remembered asking you about it. "What are you looking at?" He would ask.

"Just you," You would retort, "I just can't believe someone like you exists."

Carlos would chuckle and question what you meant by that. You simply said he reminded you of James Dean. Even now. His hair was slightly grown and slicked back with the heat of Miami. His entire aura was smug and intoxicating. The entire world could see Carlos Sainz as the Spanish romantic driver, but you knew that behind that warming exterior, was something dirty... troublesome in the best way, in fact.

You, god, you were the complete opposite. Y/N L/N. The good girl model. Pure. Untainted. The type of model you would see in spreads of brands right after they had a controversy because your angel aura would put anyone back in the good books. No matter how revealing your clothes were or how much skin you had on display, you were somehow still the epitome of unadulterated goodness.

There was a saying that people often associated with good girls like you. Every good girl wants a bad boy to be good just for her.

You wished that wasn't true. How desperately had you avoided all those flashy teenage popstars and actors. But here you were inevitably falling for an intoxicating Carlos Sainz. Time and time again.

so it goes

he can't keep his wild eyes on the road

You let out a shaky sigh as Carlos' hand travelled closer and closer up your inner thigh. "Carlos," You warned, eyes widening slightly as those brown eyes were planted firmly on you, taking in every little movement of yours, instead of looking at the road.

"Yes, my ñina bonita (beautiful girl)," He answered almost questioningly in a teasing tone.

"Keep your eyes on the road," You weakly mumbled.

You both watched his fingers linger up your skirt. His fingers danced across your burning skin and paused at the thin material covering your core. You sucked in a sharp breath once those fingers met your panties.

Carlos grinned at your shaking eyes and the warm dampness on his fingers. "You make it hard to look away," He confessed earnestly.

You could feel his fingers rub your pussy ever so slowly, only just grazing over that sensitive nub of yours.

"Jesus fucking christ, Carlos," You hissed out, hips bucking at his touch.

Carlos could feel his pants become incredibly tight all of a sudden. The control he had over you was so enthralling that he wanted to simply stop in the middle of the highway, grab you by yours hips and fuck the living life out of you.

What a sight that would be. You straddling his lap, soaking his trousers as your ass rested against the Ferrari symbol embedded into the steering wheel. He would make sure that the brand he represented would be covered in your cum after he was done with you.

Carlos sucked in a sharp breath. "Jesus fucking christ, indeed, cariño," He managed to get out, blinking hard at the road in front of him.

He watched out of his peripheral vision as your head fell back against while his thick fingers pushed past your panties and slid against your drenched folds.

His fingers ventured and craved a journey, feeling each crevice of your pussy. Carlos thrusted his fingers into your warm walls, briefly watching you envelope him entirely.

"Fuck, Carlos," You moaned out, hand instinctively reaching out to covers his. You couldn't tell if you wanted him to stop in this horny haze or push him in even further.

It must have been the latter as you could feel his fingers delve further into you. Carlos let out a strangled moan, foot pressing further on the accelerator. He needed to get you home as fast he could.

takes me home

the lights are off, he's taking off his coat

i say "i heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl"

he says, "what you heard is true

but i can't stop thinking 'bout you and i"

i said, "i've been there too a few times."

By the time you had reached home and got to your bedroom, the entire of your house remained living in the darkness you had found it in.

Carlos and you didn't need lights. If there was anything he was purely confident about, other than his driving of course, it was your body. He knew it like he knew those race tracks. Every curve. The distance from your breasts to your pussy. How long it would take you to cum. He knew it all.

Carlos shrugged off his coat somewhere onto your floor, needing a release from the heat surging through his body. Your shoes and socks he had pulled off in a haste as well.

His lips had found yours as his hands roamed your back, pulling him closer to you. His fingers snuck past the hem of your shirt, brushing your bare skin while reaching up your torso to find a neat surprise.

"No bra," Carlos' hoarse voiced queried with the sound of a smirk playing at his lips. At least thats what you could assume in the dark.

Carlos inched you towards your bed as if it was a second nature to him.

The soft silk sheets he had bought you last year consumed the both of you as his fingers brushed past your nipple.

You released yourself from this kiss at the action, gasping for the air that Carlos had taken from you.

"I heard you were with some other girl. Is this what you did with her?" You finally asked, feeling a small smirk grow onto your face despite the annoyance running through your body.

You could feel Carlos stop moving, probably boring those beautiful brown eyes of his into you.

He knew what you were talking about. February. Pre-testing season. The drivers, some staff and their partners had gotten together to celebrate the upcoming season.

Lando, like the photo lover he was, had decided to document the night with his camera and post it to his Instagram dedicated to photos, lando.jpg.

You had clicked on it a few hours later, deciding to see how much fun they were having while you were doing a photoshoot with Kim Jones. Pictures of Charles dancing terribly with Max had made you laugh. Carmen looking concerned for George's wellbeing as he took shots had made you laugh even harder. There was also a photo of Alex and Lily being the cute paddock couple they were while Carlos was drunkly looking into the camera

But then your fingers stopped on particular photo of Carlos.

He looked good, you could not deny him that. Flushed skin, hazed eyes, the perfect smile... all while dressed as the Madrid's richest.

But lo and behold, that wasn't the only thing getting your attention. Instead, it was the girl in his arms. The same girl who in the next few photos had her lips on him and his hands on her ass. You could even spot a fresh hickey that wasn't on her neck in the previous photo.

God, the comments and tweets were coming in at lightning speed.

user55: who's the girl? i thought carlos was with y/n?

user04: maybe they broke up?

user16: wasn't just with her for new years? jfc, that man needs to get a grip

mickyschumacher: y/n deserves better than this

user44: i wonder if she knows?

Quite soon after, Lando had taken down the post, apologising to you profusely. You reassured him it was okay, even though deep down you were exhausted of this.

Not only had Carlos been going around with another girl, but he didn't even have the decency to say sorry. He would rather say nothing.

Carlos didn't know what was worse. His growing guilt or the fact that your reaction was making him harder.

His fingers skimmed across your swollen lips. "Obviously what you saw was true. But the thing is... I can't stop thinking about you and I, princesa. You consume me for every second of the day. Even if I don't show it. Fuck, I have a ritual before every race, you know? To cum to your name... to your body."

Was is it a poor excuse? Yes. It didn't even explain why he had done it in the first place. But the most damning thing was, you didn't care. Or you could care less to begin with.

Instead you were turned on. The pool in your panties had gotten even bigger as you released a light moan at his words. Your hands travelled to his waist, peeling off his white shirt while he raised his arms. The combination of your body heat was so high that it could almost be considered unsafe for the average human.

"You're a lucky man, Sainz. I can't stop thinking about you too."

Carlos could only let out a moan at your words, removing your sweater before bringing his lips to your nipples, dividing his attention to them equally. His hands were busy unbuckling his belt and taking off his trousers.

Your hand reached into his long hair, gripping the locks tightly as he moaned against your breasts. You could hear the clink and thud of his belt and pants hitting the floor as he pushed up your skirt, unbothered to take it off.

In face, these mini skirts were going to be the death of Carlos. He loved them on you. It wasn't just the easy access to the heaven down there. But if he had to explain it, it was the way they rested on your thighs. Laying there simply, not doing anything but creating a monster in him.

Carlos pushed your panties to the side, plunging his fingers into you without any warning. He could feel you arch your back and push your head into the bed while you writhed under his touch.

"Fucking hell," You swore, clenching your thighs around his hands.

Carlos chuckled. "Such a dirty mouth, princesa," He stated before speeding up his pace.

Your loud moans echoed within your empty house. Your hips bucked into his hand, fucking yourself faster on him to chase the release he had built up in the pit of your stomach.

"You wanna cum, Y/N? Hmm? Tell me?"

The sweat was building up on your skin as Carlos had added his thumb over your clit. He rubbed his thumb briefly in slow circles but he had given up on the teasing. He wanted you to squirm in his hands because that's how much pleasure you were receiving. He flicked the nub in fast motions, dropping his warm spit into your hot folds.

"Holy–Carlos!"

Carlos smirked at the ironic combination of words following out of your mouth. Yes, he was holy. But if he was that divine, you were no angel. You were a sin. A goddess. A she-devil.

"I would love to watch you cum, princesa. I really would. But my cock is begging for you, hmm? I think your pussy deserves some attention that isn't my fingers, no?"

Carlos had stopped moving his hand and removed his fingers from you. He could feel you shake in his hold. From anger or pleasure, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he had left you begging for more.

Although it must've been anger.

Because almost immediately, he had heard it before he felt it. The sharp whack of the air. The burn on his cheek almost sizzling.

You could feel his hot gaze pierce through you as your chest heaved up and down in frustration. "You're a little shit, Carlos," You groaned. "Sorry, no. What was it in Spanish? Polla? Yes, fucking polla."

The room had turned eerie in seconds. Carlos' silence had started to worry you. You could still feel his gaze and hear his laboured breathing but he was saying nothing.

Suddenly you felt his hands wrap around your waist and move to his lap. You let out a gasp at the bare cock you had been placed upon and the sloppy lips resting near your ear.

"I think I need to fuck the nice back into you, princesa, no? Maybe if you become my little divine goddess, I'll let you cum, hmm? What do you think?" Carlos' whisper was hot and heavy in your ear. "Use your words, mi amor (my love)".

Goddamn it. He had broken out the 'mi amor'. The only thing that had you hanging by a thread. The sliver of hope that whatever you and Carlos had going on was more than this. That you truly loved one another.

"Yes, Carlos," You said, bringing a gentle peck to his lips.

You could feel him smile against your lips. "There's my good girl.''

Carlos pushed your panties aside, assured that you were stretched out and wet enough by his fingers. He grabbed his cock and was overcome with a shudder when rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds.

"Spit, cariño," His voice commanded.

You gathered all the saliva that had easily accumulated after salivating for this man and let the warm fluid fall from your lips.

Carlos couldn't see but he could just imagine if the lights were on. The bubbled liquid falling from those pretty lips of yours, turning into thin strings as they had perfectly landed on the slit of his cock.

He didn't even have to say anything as your nimble fingers rubbed your saliva over his shaft. You could hear his heavy breaths in the air and a small sigh of pleasure came from his lips. "Baby, let's get me in you, hmm?"

You let out a small whimper at his words before releasing a strangled moan as you pushed his cock into your pussy. You could feel each swollen and puffed out fold take him in and your warm walls wrapping around him tightly.

Carlos shut his eyes tightly. "Mierda (shit). You feel so good, princesa," He groaned, lifting his hips up.

You moaned in agreement, throwing your hands around his neck as he thrusted in and out of you.

The concept that cock could made a person dumb often sounded strange. But with Carlos, it was true. You couldn't do anything or say anything but moan in pleasure.

"Lamp. I need to see your face, princesa," Carlos muttered out in awkward pauses, rutting his hips against you in an angle that almost made it impossible for you stretch your arm out and turn on the lamp.

A yellow illuminated the room and finally, you could see each other.

You had made eye contact with Carlos. His eyes bore into you while his mouth was agape as if he was constantly ready to moan. His normally slicked hair was now tousled courtesy of your fingers.

Jesus, was he a sight to behold.

But Carlos didn't think any less of you. God, how were you even real? Your skin was flushed, hair sticking out in every direction, sweat and traces of your wetness across your body and your eyes: dazed with lust and bordering on the edge of being fucked out.

But most especially, those goddamn lips of yours. They were painted with red when Carlos had first picked you up. The red had faded, only trace amounts left mixed with the red flush of the swelling he had brought by kissing you. What a vision you were.

Your eyes flickered to the specifically red cheek that faced you. God, this man knew how to make you feel for anything. His hips jerked into you, pushing his cock deeper as every second passed. The spell he had on you was serious; dangerous.

You could feel a glaze of water fall over your eyes as your fingers brushed his reddened cheek. His skin was still warm from your slap. Carlos shivered at your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm sorry, Carlos," You murmured out so quietly that if he wasn't listening so intently, he would've missed it. "I didn't mean to."

Carlos could feel his heart pace as you softly kissed the burning skin of his. It was as if you were kissing his pain away. A warm tear from your eyes had fallen onto his cheek, making his heart melt.

Carlos could feel himself tighten at the action, even more so when you clenched your walls tightly around him.

"You think you deserve to cum, mi princesa?" Carlos queried, wrapping his hand around your jaw and making you turn to face him. His eyes shook at your teary eyed gaze. The mascara and eyeliner you wore had broken down. If he hadn't felt so soft for you, he would've teased you and said you looked like a racoon.

Carlos could feel you start to shake as you buried your nails into his skin. To his surprise, you shook your head no. You begun to slow your pace and clench around him, only trying to get him off.

"Oh mi amor, mi ñina bonita, you deserve to cum. You deserve a lot more than you know," Carlos whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. He planted a soft kiss to your forehead before bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard and increasing the speed of his cock thrusting in and out of you.

You couldn't help but let out a sob mixed with both pleasure and sadness. A wave of euphoria convulsed within your body as Carlos staggered to a halt in you. His cock twitched and throbbed, spilling his hot cum into your walls.

You bought Carlos into a tight hug, pushing yourself further onto his cock, making him groan again and release a few more ropes of his cum into you.

Carlos brought his lips to your shoulders and left a small trail of kisses as the two of you calmed down.

The double meaning to his words had thrown you off.

You could tell what he meant.

This why he had reached out in the first place.

His guilty glances. The poor excuses.

This was the last time.

Whatever this was between you... it had to end.

You both needed to move on.

But especially you.

It was a gutting feeling to know. But Carlos was right. This sadness, this anger, this toxicity could go on no longer. Despite being heartsick, you were happy though.

Because even if this ended, you had gone out in style.

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

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Just Friends II | Han Jisung

Synopsis: The party may be over but for you and Jisung the fun isn't. In the dark confines of his room the real party starts.

Pairings: au Han Jisung x Female Reader

Content Warning: Heavy smut, Oral (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Fluff Ending.

Author's Note: This is a continuation of Just Friends. A part two was asked for so here it is. I hope this does part one justice. I tried lol. Please read part one before continuing so that you get more context.

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The house is dark and quiet when you and Jisung stumble through the front door. Not just because of the party still coursing through your body but more so because you can't keep your hands to yourself now that you've gotten a taste of him. He seems to be just as desperate for your mouth as you are for his.

His hands, fuck. His strong hands are everywhere. Gripping your ass, sliding up and under your shirt to get rid of the damned thing that keeps him from seeing your body. The only time he pulls away from your lips is to lift your shirt over your head. Once the two of you are in his room he tosses it somewhere, where it landed, you couldn't care. You pull his face back down to yours, kissing him like you'd die if you didn't. He moans on your lips when your needy hands find their way into his hair and pulls on the soft strands. All the while his fingers make quick work at popping the clasps on your red lace bra and freeing your heavy breasts. When Jisung pulls away from you it's a miracle that you even let him.

“I wanna see you, y/n. I wanna see all of you. I need to.” He tells you. His voice is soft but there's a hint of something more to it. Something so dominating that you have to force yourself to not throw yourself on him.

Stepping back at arms length from you he admires your breast and he practically drools over how big they are. Bigger than he could've imagined seeing them free from their confines. God the amount of times he pumped himself into his fist at night in this very room to the thought of leaving hickies all over your tits.

“Damn I'd let you suffocate me with those babies.” He says and you let out a surprised laugh.

Yup he's still your goofy best friend. Still you're relieved at how nothing has changed between the pair of you. That was your main worry about acting on your feelings. All your worries now however are out the window. Right now you wished he'd just fucking touch you again. You're dying to see what he tastes like, dying to see if you can make him come undone with just your tongue. That would have to wait as Jisung seems to have other things on his mind.

Without warning, he’s leading you backwards until the edge of the bed is at the back of your knees and with a cocky smirk he pushes you backwards onto your ass. You let out a soft oof and he hovers over you chuckling. The way your tits jiggle is a beautiful sight to him and he can't wait to watch them bounce while you ride him into the mattress.

As if you can read his mind, you lick your lips and with your index finger you beckon him but he isn't about to let you have control, not just yet. He's a hungry man going through the midnight munchies and he's got his mind set on something sweet. The only thing that will satisfy his craving is the sweet nectar of your cunt. Jisung gets down between your legs and rips your jeans down off, flinging them into the darkness of his room.

The only light comes from the glow of the full moon through the crack of his black curtains. He unwraps you like a greedy kid unwrapping his first candy bar after a night of trick or treating. You're naked in his bed now and he's looking up at you with such an intense stare. Wide brown boba eyes look at you, his face getting closer and closer to your sore and sensitive sex, thanks to the pounding he gave you fifteen minutes ago. When he's within an inch of your pussy he can still see remnants of his cum inside of you but it doesn't stop him.

“Let me taste you y/n. God I just wanna drink you, devour this pussy until your legs are shaking and you're screaming my name.”

He doesn't wait for your response. Whatever he's seen on your face is all the answer he needs. His tongue is lapping you up and he's teasing you with his thumb in a soft circular motion. The movement reminds you of the days that you and he would be stuck in here playing video games. You'd almost always lose or die, getting so distracted by his hands. The veins and the way he'd flick his thumb over the joystick almost exactly like he's doing to your clit right now.

He's so good at it too that after a minute your head is dropping back onto the mattress and your lids go heavy. Jisungs arms wraps around your thighs lifting them up to rest on his shoulders as he fucks you with his tongue. Pushing it in and out of you, licking you and down like ice cream on a cone. He tears himself away from your heat but his thumb keeps the same rhythm alternating between pressure and no pressure.

“Mmm baby, this pussy tastes so good. Y/n I want you to cum on my tongue. Can you do that for me beautiful?”

“F- fuck Ji. If you keep doing what you're doing, then I'm going to cum right now.” You moan arching your back.

You hear him chuckle and his face disappears once again, diving his tongue past your folds and consumes you. He doesn't stop, not even as your legs are shaking around him and the growls leaving him vibrates through you, only to bring you to your climax sooner rather than later. Your moans get caught in your throat leaving you a panting and crying mess on his bed. As much as he wanted you to ride him, he knows there'll be other opportunities, right now his cock is aching for you. Besides he can watch your tits bounce while he fucks the shit out of you. Your cries almost made him cum right along with you right there on his bedroom floor.

Crawling up onto the bed with you and keeping your legs right where they are, he slips his cock inside you while your body is still going through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Ah, Jisung.” You whine and gasp underneath him, the pressure feels so intense. He feels deeper this way and you feel fuller.

He takes the hem of his shirt in between his teeth and mumbles curses in both Korean and English biting down on the material hard. Just looking at you, so dazed and so thoroughly fucked is like one of his fantasies come to life. He just wants to cum inside you over and over all night. Eventually though, you'll leave his bed and if you two fuck again after tonight, when all logical thinking returns, he won't get to feel you how soft your walls are when they squeeze his cock again. It's why he's trying so damn hard to not cum right now.

He slows down, taking your legs and wraps them around his waist. Leaning down into you he takes one of your aching hard nipples in his mouth sucking and biting down gently and slowly fucks you. Pulling all the way out of you leaving just the tip in, he fucks you like that. Slow and never going more than an inch inside of your cunt while he edges the both of you. When he finally gives you every inch of him again, it's so sudden that you moan louder than you intended. You've tried to be quiet only so that Jisung's nosey neighbors don't over hear you two but fuck… He feels so incredible inside of you.

“Ji… oh God! I'm going to cum, babe. Faster please. Fuck me faster.” You beg.

He can't say no to you, not his sexy girl. He was dying for you to cum again so he could fill your pussy anyway. Resting one hand on the wall and the other beside your head he steadies himself and moves as fast as he can. His thrusts are frenzied, erratic, even a little crazed but he pounds the head of his cock into the sweet spot that has you seeing stars and leaving scratches all down his chest calling his name out over and over.

“Yeah that's my baby. Fuck, I love the way your pussy feels when you cum around me y/n. Ah, gonna fill you up y/n. Fuuuuck!”

His final thrust is so hard, you’re certain he bruised your cervix. It hurts so good and you can feel it when he shoots his seed inside of you. You watch his face as he shoots ropes after ropes of cum inside your throbbing cunt as it contracts around him. This beautiful pained expression on his face as he bites down on his bottom lip. His brows furrowed and his small perfect pink lips part letting his moans and huffs out. As his breathing slows you reach a hand up, brushing his dark hair away from his sweaty forehead. Opening his eyes he smiles shyly, pecking you on the lips, still buried inside of you.

He doesn't want to move, he can't, not until he has to, he wants you again and again. He wants to take his time with you. But time isn't on either side of yours tonight. His parents would be home soon and you needed to be out of there before you two get caught, quite literally with your pants down. Slow kisses however, only stirs up things and Jisung is moving again.

He takes his time like he wanted, fucking you slowly, a lazy pace almost as if he’s making love to you. Your bodies are pressed so close together but it's not enough for him. Jisung wraps you up into his arms, holding you closer, hugging you tighter, moving in and out. Pushing inside of your sloping wet cunt as far as he can. His cum, still warm inside of you, only makes things more slippery, easier to move inside of you with barely any effort.

You feel your third orgasm building up inside of you. Starting from your legs, moving up and up until you come crashing down. Your moans are lost in his kisses this time and when he cums his entire body shakes. Sex with Jisung this way, you feel pleasure all over. He sighs looking down at you and for a second he just holds your stare. Very quietly he whispers, “I love you y/n. Always have since you kicked my ass in dodgeball in middle school.”

When you giggle he groans, feeling your body shake while he's still inside you. His cock is far too sensitive to pull out just yet.

“I love you too Jisung.” You whisper, “Now pull out so we can change your sheets before your parents get home. We've made a mess.”

He chuckles doing what you asked but he doesn't let you go far. He hasn't let you go far since and now as his wife, there's no way in hell that he will ever let you go.

The End♡

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[azsazz]

Midnight Muse (Part 6)

Azriel x Reader [Art School AU]

Summary: You and your best friend Feyre have just moved into a new apartment for your sophomore year of college at art school. What you didn't know when you signed the lease is that you'd be living next to three rowdy boys.

Warnings: Not edited lol

Word Count: 2,891

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Masterlist]

Notes: Of course the first fic post of 2024 has to be MM 💙

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“So, you just think you’re free to do so as you please, where you please?” Your grating voice startles Azriel from the work he’s doing. The oil drain plug slips from his fingers as he winces, falling into the pan below. 

His bike had needed some servicing, nothing he wasn’t able to take care of himself, though Cassian was supposed to meet up with him after the only class he had today and he hasn’t shown yet. His roommate was pretty handy, had to be, with how old and how often his rustic Bronco is. He’d offered to help Az, or at least sit outside and pester him, whatever he was feeling.

Apparently, he wasn’t feeling much like showing up at all, which was fine because Azriel knew exactly what needed to be done and enjoyed listening to the sounds of the world while he worked; birds chirping as they chased each other from tree to tree, other students happily talking as they walk down the block, and the occasional car driving up the street. It’s easy to focus on something like this, and he’s feeling a lot looser than he has been as of late, though he doesn’t expect that to last very long.

He wishes Cassian were here to be a buffer right now.

What Azriel doesn’t understand is what you’re doing here. Obviously, he knows very well that you live here, but after the harsh few meetings the two of you have shared, he’s not entirely sure why you’re approaching him, of all people.

Grimacing, he slips his glove-covered hand into the dark oil pan, feeling through the thick, slick liquid for the plug. He needs it, and he hadn’t really wanted to get this dirty, but at least he has boxes and boxes of gloves to use at his disposal.

He eyes you, squinting from the sun haloing around your head. You look just as you had the day you moved in—a frown tugging the corners of your mouth down, pretty eyes glaring down  instead of up at him through your lashes. Your arms are crossed over your chest too, and even though it’s been a few days since he’s last seen you, he isn’t surprised about the scowl you wear.

It hadn’t been enough to avoid you, it seemed. You were going to run into each other no matter what. But he’d avoided you this long, even kept his music down to a lower volume. Okay, so, one click lower hadn’t quite made you back off of him, still pounding on the walls late at night, but he’s been trying to be nicer about it, actually listening to those knocks, lowering his music or stuffing his earbuds into his ears.

Seems like it hasn’t made you any happier, his trying.

“Am I disturbing your afternoon, all the way out here, princess?” He asks, tacking on the little nickname he knows you hate because it will get under your smooth skin. 

Your foot taps with your annoyance, rhythmically. It kind of sounds like the bass line to one of his favorite songs. He realizes now that you’re not wearing any shoes. His brows furrow and his eyes slide back to yours, watching your lips purse. He can’t hide the smirk spreading across his mouth so he turns his head back to his work, watching the oil filling the pan.

“I told you not to call me that,” you growl, and he glances up, enjoying the way your nose scrunches up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be doing this in the middle of the parking lot.”

“That’s funny,” he snipes, because why won’t you just leave him alone? “I didn’t ask you.”

Your cheeks go red. Azriel brushes it off, grabbing a few paper towels from the roll he’s brought out and wiping the oil plug clean. He’s meticulous with it, making sure all of the threads are clean before he sets it aside to wipe his gloves off. He grabs the new filter and removes the packaging, awaiting your snarky response.

You sigh, sitting down on the curb. “Look, I locked myself out and my phone is inside. Can you maybe text Cassian and have him let Feyre know the situation? He has her number.”

He cuts you a glance before his hazel eyes flicker away. Since when did Cassian have either of your numbers? Since when did he talk to you? 

“He should be here in a little while,” Azriel answers, removing the old filter. He tosses it in the pan with the used oil and wipes his gloves again, cleaning them before he reaches for the new filter to replace. It slides in easily, and he caps the drain. “You can ask him then.”

You huff like it’s the most inconvenient answer in the world, but he doesn’t want to get oil on his phone, and he doesn’t want to take his gloves off right now. Not ever, but certainly not in front of you of all people. “Please, can you not be a prick right now? I’d rather let her know as soon as possible so I don’t have to be around you.”

Not exactly the response he was thinking you’d give, but it sparks his irritation anyway. 

“I’m not being a prick. I’m working on something and you’re interrupting me because you’ve made the mistake of locking yourself out. Maybe you should take your phone the next time you go to the office to complain.” 

Your face flushes and your mouth drops open in a gape. 

Yeah, he heard all about that. 

Azriel glares, unscrewing the fresh bottle of oil with a little more force than is necessary. But he’s annoyed now and he just wants to finish this so he can go on a nice long drive, far away from you.

You swallow harshly. “You’re right, I’m so—”

“Now here’s a sight I never thought I’d see,” Cassian’s voice echoes around the parking lot, startling the both of you. Azriel wills the oil into the hole faster, because he can’t bear seeing Cassian being all buddy-buddy with you. “What are you doing out here with no shoes on?”

Azriel glances at you from the corner of his eye. Your gaze flickers away as soon as his eyes land on you, turning your attention to Cassian, but you look a little defeated, shoulders curled in on yourself as if trying to hide from him. 

“I uh, got locked out of my apartment and my phone is inside. I was just asking Azriel if I could borrow his phone to text you, but here you are.”

Azriel notes the way that his name rolls off of your tongue.

“Here I am, saving damsels all day long,” Cassian jokes, and you laugh. 

The bottle in his hand slips, oil dripping down the paint of his bike as Azriel quickly fixes the spout back into place. 

Neither you nor Cassian seem to notice, thankfully.

“Still need help, Az?” His roommate asks, but Azriel shakes his head.

“All good, man.”

“Great. (Y/N), why don’t you come on inside and I’ll wait with you until Feyre gets home. Maybe we can pick up where we left off in class.” Cassian slings an arm over your shoulder and grunts dramatically at the shove you give him. Azriel doesn’t like how friendly you’re being with each other, fingers tightening around the nearly empty bottle of oil.

And you have a class with Cassian too? He doesn’t like that either.

Not. One. Bit.

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It’s not right.

Nothing is ever fucking right.

The tattoo gun in his hand shakes and the line squiggles, array, just like his thoughts.

It’s well into the night and yet he can’t find sleep again. Azriel had tried, he really, truly, had. He’d been tired, lied down and shoved his headphones into his ears, praying that the music would keep the thoughts at bay. Flashes of memories shattered the songs, menacing words slipping between lyrics, slicing into his brain like spears no matter how loud he turned the music.

He’d tossed, turned, done anything he could to fight away the nasty thoughts, but nothing had worked.

It had been another long day in an endless string of them. Working on both his portfolio and practicing on any willing participant he could find. Usually, his roommates. Cassian had begged him for the stupidest tattoo he’s ever been asked for—even worse than a tiny little pink unicorn tramp stamp. Even though Azriel had needed the practice badly, there was no way he’d tattoo the words ‘in case I forget later:thank you’ across Cassian’s hips.

He wouldn’t be a good friend for allowing Cass to get that, and it wouldn’t look good in his portfolio anyway.

After having a pizza dinner with his roommates, who were all too lazy to want to cook on the first night of classes, Azriel included, he’d gone straight to his room for his sketchpad, ignoring Rhysand calling after him, asking if he wanted to watch a movie with them. A part of Azriel did. He wants to be able to forget everything in his stupid brain and give his full attention to a movie, but tonight isn’t the night for that. Not with all of the dark ink splashing through his mind.

So, he’d stuffed his headphones in his ears so as not to disturb his roommate's movie night, and pulled down one of the many sketchbooks he has neatly stacked upon the shelf above his desk.

It’s black cover stared at him, the void of it much like the dark matter in his mind. The leather bound journal is thick, more so than any of his other sketchbooks, as if he can shove all of the bad thoughts into it and bind it shut so they can never escape. 

It had been his therapist’s idea, the sketchbook. He’d always liked art and had drawn from a young age, but the thoughts in his brain didn’t always equate to something positive. He’d struggled with it alone for the longest time, but the incident with his step-brothers had forced him to seek therapy, encouraged by both of his roommates.

Azriel had found that therapy was not for him within the first twenty minutes of the session. He didn’t like the woman trying to pick his brain. He didn’t like her fake niceties and recounting the accident he’d been trying so hard to block from his memory. He didn’t like that his hands shook the entire time, no matter how hard he’d curled them into fists. They’d shook for the rest of the week, and it had made him angrier than ever, felt like retelling what had happened only made the memories so much clearer, giving them permission to stick to his brain. 

He hated it. 

But she had suggested journaling, or drawing in a sketchbook. So, despite not signing up for another session with her, he drove down to the local art supply, and bought the thickest, darkest sketchbook he could find. Azriel drove to his favorite spot in town, sat there for hours and hours, pouring every little emotion he could into the drawings until he could barely uncurl his fingers from his pencil.

He stared at the drawings and they stared right back, taunting him with their dark, shaky lines and sharp-fanged smiles. His chest constricted, breath caught thickly in his throat, and he’d slammed the sketchbook shut, binding it with the leather cord and knotting it so tightly he didn’t know if his fucked up fingers would be able to unwork it. But he’d trapped them inside of the book, and they hadn’t been able to get out. For a few days, anyway.

Azriel had considered throwing it off of a cliff. Had considered burning it, tossing it into the lake, digging a hole at the state lines and burying it. He hadn’t done any of those things, though. Once his breathing had calmed and his hands stopped shaking so badly he’d tucked it into his bag and shoved it up on the shelf with the rest of his sketch pads. No one would notice. Cassian and Rhysand didn’t enter his room if he wasn’t around, and no one else was allowed in there. Most of his other sketch books were black as well, so this one was hidden well in the midst of the others.

It brings him to now. He’d pulled the dusty sketchbook from his shelf, opening it with once again shaky hands. The thoughts had been harder to dispel lately, sleep more difficult to find. It had been easy to attempt drawing out the demons with the loudest music he could find, but even he could admit, that after letting those harrowing memories from their cage and onto the paper where he could shut the cover and trap them, he felt a little better.

Better enough to attempt to work on his tattooing skills.

But the gun in his hand still shakes.

“Fuck,” he curses, tossing the gun onto his desk. The clatter cuts through his earbuds and slides, skidding to a stop once it’s knocked into the cup of pencils and sticks of charcoal. A plume of black puffs from the chalk falling from the rim and Azriel glares. “Fuck this!”

He swipes at the jagged lines of the mountain he’d been inking above his kneecap with a paper towel, scowling at the bite of uncomfort that follows the motion. The jaggedness of his lines can be passed off as the snow lining the mountain, but he’s still pissed off. If he can’t straighten out his lines, there’s no hope for an apprenticeship at all. Of course, he can fall back on his charcoal drawings, but he’s never wanted anything more than this. He’s dreamed of becoming a tattoo artist, loves everything about it, and he doesn’t want to give everything he’s worked towards up.

Azriel slumps in his seat, ripping the black latex gloves suctioned to his hands off. Running his fingers through his hair he squeezes his eyes shut tight, swallows the lump in his throat, and breathes deeply. In. Out. In. Out again.

The music is no longer helping. He tears the buds from his ears, replacing them in their charging case with shaking hands. He grits his teeth as he stares down at the marred flesh, willing them to stop trembling.

They don’t.

Before he can do something he might regret—like smash all of his things to bits, a noise draws his attention. 

It’s not coming from the living room where Rhysand and Cassian are watching some action movie. He can hear the sounds of reckless driving and explosions creeping from beneath his door. This sound, however, has something zipping up his spine, his ears perking as he listens for more.

There’s a low moan, muffled by the thin wall connecting your room from his. It sounds soft and sweet, has Azriel’s spine going tight as he sits straight in his chair, cheeks getting hotter when he realizes it’s you, and the moan is a sensual one.

You must not think he’s home because he’s not blasting music, or you don’t care if he is, or maybe this is your way of getting back at him for all of the times he’s been rude to you since you moved in. 

A low curse emits from your mouth, and Azriel might think that you were in pain if he didn’t recognize the lust lining the noises you’re making, the way you seem to be begging for it, calling out to the God of Pleasure.

He can’t sit here, can’t listen to this. He can’t humanize you or listen to the sweet sounds you’re making through the wall. It’s too perverted. As much as it makes his cheeks heat it feels wrong to be listening to you pleasure yourself through his wall. His body is coiled tighter than it had been with his harrowed thoughts, and he doesn’t realize that his hands have finally stopped quivering.

Azriel springs from his chair, slipping out of his room like his ass is on fire, although there’s a warmth beneath his skin that isn’t one of hatred. 

“Took you long enough,” Cassian complains when he plants himself on the couch beside him, tugging a pillow onto his lap. He needs something to hold onto, is all. His friend shoves a bowl of popcorn his way, and Azriel takes a handful, stuffing the buttery goodness into his suddenly dry mouth. “You’ve missed all the good parts, but we’re watching the second one next. Rhys will fill you in.”

“No, I won’t,” Rhys adds, completely engrossed in the car chase that’s happening. “He didn’t want to watch it when we asked, so it’s his loss.”

It’s fine, really, because the movie is the furthest thing from his mind.

Azriel can barely focus on what they’re saying, on the brightness of the movie that makes him squint, so different from that of the soft lighting in his room while he worked. He refuses to look at anything but the screen but his eyes are unfocused as his mind wanders, and then his eyes are following until he’s staring straight at the door to his room as if he can see past it and through the wall inside.

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[chiffiorra]

₊❏❜ ⋮ And Then There Were Three

Kinktober Day #5

Prompt: Double Penetration Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya This Work Contains: fem!reader, birthday sex, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, spitroasting, reader is confused at first but then goes "fuck it" WC: 1,085 Note: happy birthday to one of my now fave pairs of twins! i love them and i couldn't resist making something for them :') also this is my first time writing a threesome let alone a prompt of it and i tried my best? idk y'all but please know i tried despite the stage fright lol Taglist: @enchantedforest-network, @saintkuboyasu-main, @nekorei, @oikasenpai, @kenuis, @arlertsbaby, @awkwardaardvarkforever

“Happy Birthday!” you cheered, holding out a small cake to your dear friends. Today was now the twins’ birthday and you wanted to spend some time with your friends alone a little after midnight before you all were going to celebrate with your old friends later on. And what better way to celebrate than to bake them a small cake? Granted, knowing Osamu, he would eat way more than his other half. And there was a chance that it would lead to the twins fighting, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. 

They were your best friends, you treasured them so much beyond words.

Said friends were currently munching on the cake you made for them, enjoying it all the while you were totally unaware of what they had in store for you soon. Had you known much sooner, you would’ve been much more excited for what Atsumu and Osamu had planned for you.

“I hope you’d forgive me later for not buying you two presents, I wasn’t sure what to get you this year,” you said, chuckling sheepishly as you picked up the plates to wash up. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, the cake was great! Even though this dumbass,” Atsumu began, glaring at his twin, “tried to eat it all. Seriously, if anythin’', I should eat more! I’m the older one! Older sibling rights!” He exclaimed.

“Cry about it, ya scrub,” Osamu scoffed back. 

‘Some things never change…’ you mused, smiling softly. 

As you turned your back to wash up the dishes, you were unaware of the look the twins shared with each other as they quietly got up and began to zero in on you. Getting that feeling that someone was watching you, you turned around and were surprised to see both Miya twins staring down at you with unreadable expressions. 

You laughed as you finished up, thinking they were up to their usual troubles. “Okay very funny, what are you guys up to?” You asked. They didn’t respond, though you saw a smirk slowly grow on Atsumu’s face. You gulped, that look on his face meant that they were really up to no good. 

“Say, Samu?” “Yeah, Tsumu?” You watched them turn and talk to each other, it made you start to worry a bit. 

“She said that she didn’t know what to get us for our birthday today, but I think we ‘ave an idea, right?” Atsumu said, moving closer to you, cornering you against the sink. 

As if reading his mind, Osamu nodded before turning to you. "Agreed," he said, before moving to corner you too. You began to feel almost trapped between them.

“Ha ha… you two and your jokes,” you tried to laugh it off as you tried to sidestep away from them, only to have Osamu stop you with a hand on your hip. You froze, unsure what to think. 

“Now, now, don’t be afraid. We have an idea on how you can repay us for takin’ the time to celebrate our special day, right?” Atsumu stated, placing a finger under your chin and making you look up at him. “We’ll stop this if ya want, but really, we’ll consider this a present from ya.”

And whenever Atsumu does something, there was a chance that Osamu was gonna follow after him and now was one of those times. The latter chose to walk behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. You couldn’t see his reaction, but you still felt a stare down your body. He wanted this just as much as his brother did.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “Yes, I want this.” And that was all the confirmation the Miyas needed. They took your hands and led you to your bedroom, excitement swirling inside all three of you for what was going to happen.

That was how you found yourself between both of the twins, feeling like you were in heaven, one was holding your hips tightly enough to nearly leave bruises as he thrusted into you from behind while the other was holding onto your hair as you sucked him off.   

"Fuck- I think I want another after this," Atsumu chuckled, staring down at you with a lustful gaze in his eyes. As if you were responding to them, you sucked on Atsumu’s cock harder while humming as you pushed back against Osamu’s thrusts. The former only moaned from that as his twin simply tightened his grip on your hips. 

“So good fer us… and you were sad that you couldn’t get a birthday gift for us, but I’d say that this is the best one yet,” Osamu said while grinding into you. He took a hold of your asscheek and began squeezing it.

‘Oh, they liked that,’ you thought, before giving all of your focus to pleasuring them. The twins seemed to think the same as they increased the pace of their thrusts along with Osamu teasing your clit. The pleasure doubling was becoming too much but yet it felt so right at the same time, like this was meant to be.

The pleasure didn’t stop when Osamu came inside of you and filled you up completely. All the while his older twin spilled down your throat, forcing you to take it all. 

The pleasure didn’t stop when they switched places after you came, Atsumu taking his brother’s place but now he was under you and held you close to him while Osamu slowly filled your ass. Now this was definitely too much, having it way more than you were used to and your legs couldn’t help but tremble as you felt full as you once again felt your sweet spot being rammed into.  

And the pleasure especially didn’t stop when the twins took turns thrusting into you. One went out while the other went in. Yes, it was indeed a lot and possibly way more than you could ever handle, but you couldn’t help but let all of your moans spill out. They surely weren’t going any easier on you now that they had you like this… just as they had wanted for a long time.

Oh yes, this was the best birthday present you could’ve ever given them.

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[fandomwritingbit]

(gn)employee x william afton

warnings: mature themes. a kind of dom thing (tbh I have no clue what this is lol)

A/N: I’m trying to get through requests at the moment but my life is kicking my arse, so in the meantime a little something

Just as you were about to clock off, you were near devastated when Henry came into your little office and gave you a list of things outside your job role to do.

Go through and take inventory. Manually enter everything into the system. Print of the finished log. It sounds simple and truth be told, it is. But it's a fucking pain in the arse, especially at 10pm. Even more so when it wasn’t even your job really.

But you grit your teeth and bare it, managing to accomplish everything just after midnight. Taking the huge document to Henry’s office for him to approve and file, your mood is further impacted when you realise the fucker had gone home! Leaving you little to no choice but to go to the other owner, Mr Afton.

This man was weird, not just unusual but creepy. He’d make no effort to keep his gaze respectful when talking to anyone, least of all you. God, his eyes lit up when you were in the room with him, hardly admiration for how hard you worked just pure predatory, looking for anything he could get a slight kick out of.

What a joy.

“  

“Uh, Mr Afton?” You say apprehensively, peeking your head out from around the door to his office. If you were being honest, you disliked this man. He’s sleazy, rude and as welcoming as police tape. Seriously, the man had hardly said two words to you since you started 3 months ago. And you were expecting a worse show from him now because of the time.

But here you were, with some paperwork to drop off right before you clock out and get the fuck home.

You heard him sigh as you stepped properly into the room, followed by the sound of his leather chair crinkling as he leant back. Trying to close the door, you forget about the papers you were holding and drop them rather dramatically, a fan in the corner of the room obnoxiously sending them all over.

“Oh for fuck-” you say, a little louder than you’d initially intended. And look to him to see if he was about to bollock you. A small smirk pinched the corner of his mouth, as his eyes watched the last paper fall to the floor before flicking quickly over to you.  

“That’s a lot of pages.” he stated, not even bothering to hide the amusement.

“Yeah, 58, double sided... printer took fuc- ages.” You remember yourself and stop the exasperated profanity, admittedly a little too late. It was just frustration because you couldn’t bring yourself to think about picking them up, least of all with his eyes on you.

“I’ll bet.” He shook his head in what would maybe be considered pity if you squinted... whilst looking at someone else. “Pick them up then.”

“What, sorry?” you say, staring at him with your hands loose by your sides.

“You definitely heard me, sweetheart.” He leant forwards to talk to you as if you were a child. “Get on your knees. And pick them up.” You continue to stare for a second, only jumping into action when he went to push his chair out.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” You nod whilst doing as he said, getting on your knees and picking up the ones you can reach. Once you’d got those, you went to stand again, and he rolled his eyes.

“Stay on your knees. Give me a show.” His voice was mean but a quick glance at him showed the smirk behind his hand. And you stare at him near dumbfounded, What the fuck? That wasn’t appropriate. No way you were going to play along. Even though a more twisted part of you wanted to do anything this arsehole said. That was one of your weaknesses, as much as you hated arrogant men, they turned you on just as much.

“Oh but-how do I... they’re over there...” You start, testing the waters of what he was really asking you for. This felt like a bad corporate porno opening and because of that you couldn’t tell if maybe he was taking the piss.

“How very unfortunate.” He shook his head, going through the same thought process, waiting to see how much he could get away with.

You do as told, after scoffing a brief laugh of disbelief. Crawling on your hands and knees over to where each paper was. Unsure if you were doing as he asked for work or your own enjoyment. You continue anyway, very aware of his eyes on you, until you get to the last one, which was beside his desk.

As you go to grab it your boss’s foot catches the end, leaving you to just look up at him with your eyebrows raised. 

“Uh what are you doing?” you ask, leaning back to sit on your feet as being that close was well too much. 

“Having a bit of fun.” He slides the piece of paper closer to you, teasing you to see if you’d take the bait again. 

“At my expense?” Despite your blatantly questioning tone Afton smiles wide, giving you your answer immediately. 

“Humour me, lovely… And I’ll make it worth your while.” You pause, part of you kind of wanted to get out of this man’s reach, but the rest was itching to see how far he’d take this. And you have to say, from this angle he was quite intimidating, scary enough to stir you.

Letting his statement sit for a moment, you finally break the silence. “...Well what exactly are you asking me to do?”

He laughed slightly, that was a good question. What was he asking you to do- he didn’t really know. Sitting around in here all day had made him pitiably bored and that was never a good thing for William Afton. 

“Do what I say.” As he spoke, he leaned down, his huge hand cupping the bottom of your chin, not harsh, but firm. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut

[yutafrita]

can u do a oneshot or drabble ?? about midnight rain or any taylor swift song w jaemin/mark

Omg thank you for this! I've been hoping to get a song related request lol. I typically don't write for Mark and I am working on a Jaemin fic, so I took this as a challenge. It's not long, but I hope you like it! Thank you so so much :,)

I decided to go with Dress if that's okay- would definitely love to do this again!

Word Count: <900

You had been best friends with Mark since you were in diapers. Your family homes were right across the street from each other, and you went from playing in sandboxes together to going to high school and university together.

“How’s work been?” You asked your best friend one day after popping into his apartment. As adults, you lived right across the hall from each other and had a key to each others apartment.

“It’s been great! Our firm was actually invited to an Attorney’s Gala,” Mark chirped. “Do you wanna come with?”

“Of course. Who else did you drag with you to all those Barrister’s Balls?” You laughed.

You had also been in love with Mark since diapers. He was always handsome, sweet, and a little oblivious- well, a lot oblivious actually.

You had asked him to be your date for the elementary school Valentine’s Day dance. He was missing his two front teeth at the time, and he smiled in reply with, “of course silly! We’re best friends!”

You had asked him to be your date for your freshman year homecoming dance, and with his teeth returned he responded with, “of course silly! We’re best friends!”

The next three homecomings you and Mark started to date people, but for your senior prom you both were single. You had asked him again, to be your date, and he sung in reply, “of course silly! We’re best friends!”

You were at your job a few days before the attorney's gala, groaning about your love life to your friend in their office.

"Have you ever told him... directly... about your feelings?" Giselle asked as she handed you some forms of hers to sign.

"I thought I was clear... like... when we went to prom I wore the perfect outfit to show off my... assets... and all but threw myself at him."

"Well, maybe you should wear a dress that still shows off your stuff, but maybe directly tell him?"

You knew she was right, you weren't dumb. You knew you were avoiding being direct because of your outright fear of rejection, but, if he had never made a move before, maybe you should just take that as a sign of itself?

You were glaring at yourself in your living room mirror. You had thrifted a beautiful dress that you had given a bit of extra love and care to- a sage, bell sleeved floor length dress with a deep V neck cut and shimmering tulle that split into a flattering slit. You felt beautiful, and it fit you exactly how you wanted it to. Yet, you didn't feel your best.

Mark was going to the gala directly after work, so you met him in front of the hotel that evening.

His eyes were wide and whistled when he saw you, "wow, don't ditch me for some guy now!"

You forced a smile, entering the gala and meeting a few of his coworkers, all the while introducing yourself as his best friend. You had downed about three glasses of wine when Mark asked you to dance, and with a raised eyebrow you agreed.

"You really look great," he complimented, having to nearly shout the compliment into your ear over the blaring orchestral band.

"You look pretty great too," you complimented in return. The suit he wore was a deep green, and felt so soft against your skin as you clumsily twirled on the dance floor. Mark was always handsome, but this night in particular had his eyes set in a soft brown hue under the chandelier lighting that made him look godly.

You loved him. It hurt.

"Not as good as you."

The three glasses of wine made you bold, and his repetition in awe of you emboldened you even more. You were tired of the pining and the ache in your chest. So, leaned closer to his ears, and whispered so only he could hear, "you should see how I look without it."

You disinflated when you pulled back, Mark's expression completely blank except for his eyes being the widest you've ever seen him. Your mouth hung open, and you prepared to immediately take it back, make a joke and hope he can forget about it.

"Word?" he asked, giggling like a high schooler. You froze, stopping in your dance to burst out laughing, the two of you earning confused looks from Mark's peers until you scooted off the dance floor, still clutching your stomachs.

"So, is that offer still up?" he asked once you calmed down, the full weight of your words finally sitting your shoulders.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure that's something to do with your best friend," you taunted, taking a sip from a glass of champagne you swiped. Quickly, and without warning, Mark's hands caught both of your cheeks squeezing your face lovingly.

"Silly- there's no one else I'd rather do... anything with."

Permatag! @nini0620

#mark lee x y/n #mark lee drabbles #mark lee angst #mark lee x reader #mark lee fic #nct drabble #nct request #nct requests #nct fic

[excelsi-or]

summoned (pt. 5)

I saw this quote recently that said, "Stop thinking too much, you're breaking your own heart." Feel like I've been doing it a lot the last little while and this made me feel a bit better. Feel like the productivity wheel is always trying to make me feel like I need to fix my whole life. Working on not doing that lol.

pairing: woozi x fem!reader/fem!OC

w.c. 2.5k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

“What did you see exactly?” Jihoon asks, squatting on the other side of the coffee table.

She, Hansol, Seokmin, and Jihoon are back at her apartment. 

Despite being well past midnight, Hansol insisted on coming along. Luckily, Seungkwan was asleep by then and couldn’t ask questions.

“What did you see?” Hansol prompts. “All I got was the smell.”

“Bodies. There are bodies in that building,” she states.

As soon as they got into her apartment, she’d collapsed on the couch. Seokmin quickly began rectifying the situation, wrapping her in a blanket, bringing her tea, even going so far as to heal the burn on her hand. Not that she seemed to notice any of it.

He’d propped her upright on the couch, but even so, she tilted her head back with closed eyes. Jihoon thought she’d died.

“You just said bodies,” Hansol repeats.

“Yeah. That’s what I said.”

Jihoon’s brow furrows and Seokmin is starting to look angry.

“Why are there bodies in there?” Seokmin demands. The two humans glance up at Seokmin, whose eyes are on Jihoon. It’s a tone they’ve never heard from him in the years they’ve known him. “You said that it was about possession.”

“I am also not in on this new plan they’re concocting,” Jihoon argues. “Angels always get so worked up before they know the full picture.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Hansol asks, hand raised. He meets Seokmin’s eye. “You’re a what now?”

Seokmin motions towards himself and Jihoon. “Angel, demon. Other side of the same coin.”

“We are on two completely different coins,” Jihoon grumbles. He straightens and begins pacing. “I haven’t figured out why I’ve been left out of this one.”

“Yeah, don’t they love you down there?”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “You’re right, I do the bare minimum.”

Seokmin smirks. “You do love humans, that’s true.” The angel adjusts the blanket around her shoulders. “So, what do you propose we do?”

“We need to go back. I need to see it properly.” Jihoon looks to the human, whose eyes are slowly falling closed. “There was no one else there, right?”

“Not anyone alive that I noticed.”

The demon glances at the clock. Just after 3 AM. “We should be able to go now.”

Seokmin hums as he stands, ruffling her hair a bit. It always makes her smile; this time is no exception. “Your car then?”

Hansol frowns. “You have a car? So, why’d hyung have to drive?”

She rests a tired, affectionate hand over Hansol’s whole face. “I’ll explain everything I know.”

Jihoon heads towards the door. His eyes dart to the hallway table. “Am I required to take the key?” 

“I already told you.” The human’s voice is exasperated but gentle. “I don’t like when you put magic over my door. I don’t need my soul taken. So, please, take the key. It’s on the table.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes and plucks the key from the tray. “Got it.”

“He’ll be home by sunrise,” Seokmin calls.

The two unearthly beings hear Hansol’s last question as the door shuts behind them. “Who is this vampire boyfriend you’ve summoned?”

Seokmin chuckles. “Sollie’s not wrong. You sound like her boyfriend.”

Jihoon frowns, shaking his head. “I’m a demon, not a boyfriend.”

“You follow her around. You meet her friends. You take the key when she tells you to.” Seokmin shrugs his shoulders, his gaze upwards towards the spot where the wall and ceiling meet. “Sounds like a whipped boyfriend to me.”

Jihoon glances at the angel as he presses the call button for the elevator, not understanding ‘whipped’. 

When Seokmin explains it, Jihoon likes the angel and Hansol even less. “Two of those things you mentioned were out of my control.”

“You didn’t have to take the key,” Seokmin snorts. When he blinks again, the demon's back into his usual black suit.

“It is much easier to get the human to do my bidding if she’s willing, do you not think?”

“And you like her.” Seokmin pushes the door open, holding it for Jihoon. They both take in the cool night air. “You like her more than any other human you’ve met.”

Jihoon chooses to ignore this last statement. When they’d stepped out of the elevator, his baby had been waiting patiently in front of the apartment. Practically skipping down the steps, Jihoon can’t help but smile at how shiny his baby is.

Seokmin waits for the demon to finish admiring the car before climbing into the passenger seat.

“I don’t like that you’re using her to get what you need by the way.” Seokmin pulls the seatbelt on. “You could have gone in there yourself. I also don’t like that you branded both her and Hansol.”

“I didn’t ‘brand’ anyone. I should have exorcised everyone in that room tonight, but I didn’t.” Jihoon shifts the car into drive and immediately speeds out of the parking space.

Seokmin frowns, gripping the door handle. “You think some of them could be possessed?”

“Being inside a human rather than having your own human body to step into are two different things.” Jihoon looks over at him, but Seokmin pushes his cheek back to face the road. He may not be able to die from a car accident, but it will still be painful. “You can sense me, right?”

“The wonderful black clouds that follow you around are easy to see.”

“Demons in human bodies that they’ve possessed don’t give off the same energy. If I struggle to tell them apart, you’re less likely to be able to. But they can sense us.”

Seokmin processes that information. All it does is send an uncomfortable chill down his spine. “So, how long are we thinking they’ve been doing this?” he asks, trying to get comfortable even though his wings keep trying to sprout and get him to safety. “Should I be rallying the troops?”

“Rallying your troops means calling the angels down, having the Final Day.” Jihoon waves his hand dismissively. “We’re not doing that.”

Seokmin nods. “As crazy as they are, I would like to see this set of humans out to their end.”

Jihoon glances over at him. “You like them that much?”

“They’re hilarious.” The rest of the drive to the abandoned building is filled with Seokmin’s stories from high school and university. Even with Jihoon pushing double the speed limit, it’s too long.

Luckily, the stories don’t require Jihoon to respond.

“You should go first,” Jihoon says once they arrive. They park where Myungho had earlier.

Seokmin lifts his eyebrow.

“They’ll sense you before they sense me.”

When Jihoon joins him around the front of the car, Seokmin says, “So you’d rather I die so you don’t get outted as a traitor?”

“I haven’t done anything traitorous,” Jihoon eyes the buildings, “yet.”

“Fine.” Seokmin stalks ahead. “But only because I like you most days.”

At the later hour, the black smoke clouds are prominent. The angel and demon can see that the smoke isn’t coming from all the buildings now. It’s trailing from the one Jihoon had sent the humans into.

“What’s the point of us going to see them again?” The air is making Seokmin want to hurl. Or have a coughing fit. Likely both.

“Approximation of how long they’ve been doing this.” Jihoon adds, “And then we’ll know if your friends are possessed.”

“What are we?” Seokmin scoffs. “Cops?”

Jihoon chooses to ignore the sarcasm. “Cops are pretty evil. We could be.”

“They are not evil,” Seokmin argues. “Some of them get a little power hungry, and it gets to their heads. Easy to rectify the—”

“No, as in some of them have traded their souls.” Jihoon names three officers currently in the local police force who called on him a few years ago. “The souls are older, so He doesn’t like them as much, but what could I do?” He shrugs. “Those are the people summoning me these days.”

“What else have you been up to since I saw you… Where were we? New York? Y2K, yes?”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “That one would’ve been fun if you’d let me do it.”

“You were going to cause World War III.”

“That’s a bit dramatic. It wouldn’t have been that bad.”

“It wouldn’t have been all that fun either. They would have destroyed each other.”

“Well, I’m sure thanks to you, humanity is alive and well.” Jihoon grabs Seokmin’s arm, stopping him in front of the building he recognizes from Myungho’s photos.

Seokmin passes a hand over the handprint Jihoon leaves on his cardigan. “Alive and well except for the ones in this building.”

“We don’t know that for sure.”

“We do know. She said they’re in here. And they’re dead.”

Jihoon leads the way. He already knows to go down the hallway. One, because of the trail of black smoke; two, because of the footprints. “Why do you trust her? Why do you think she understands anything that’s going on?”

“I don’t think she knew about this.” Seokmin looks around when he hears a bump from the second floor, but Jihoon is unbothered. “And she’s never given me a reason not to trust her. I’ve never known her to be a liar. An omitter of facts, maybe.”

“Trust and honesty are not interchangeable.”

“But they create the same—oh my… What in the Heavens?”

Jihoon leaves the angel standing flabbergasted in the doorway, so that he can check out the body lying in the center of the room. He squats down beside it. It’s hard to make out any features, because of the heaviness of the smoke. Eventually, the angel seems able to stomach the smell and wanders over. 

Seokmin waves a hand over the body, white light emanating off his skin. It disperses some of the smoke.

The demon recognizes Seokmin’s murmurs as prayers.

“His soul is gone, Seokmin.” He peers at the body through the smoke, the angel’s words gibberish to his ears. The body has decomposed quite a bit; it’s nearly bone. The energy here would have kept any scavengers away.

He gets up and heads towards the stairs.

“Humans should be allowed to keep their souls,” Seokmin grumbles as he follows Jihoon. “We shouldn’t get a say in what happens to them. It should be up to God.”

“They get reincarnated if they aren’t possessed or sell their soul or anything like that.”

“And then we take them.”

“Yeah, supposedly once they’ve been good,” Jihoon points out. The staircase is narrow so Jihoon can’t see Seokmin’s face. “I assumed you would know that and believe it was a good thing.”

When Seokmin doesn’t respond, even when they crest the stairs, Jihoon gives him a good look. He was about to ask what the humans did to him, but Seokmin’s gone pale.

It takes Jihoon a second to realize that the air is heavy. As if he’s back in Hell. The concentration of energy must be overwhelming to the angel, but it makes sense why evidence can be seen near the edge of the complex. The unfinished building hasn’t kept the energy contained like the body down below.

Seokmin trails after him, coughing into the collar of his shirt. He holds a hand out to create a little air pocket for himself. Still, he needs to squint to see Jihoon, who is squatting down next to what Seokmin realizes is a pile of bodies. “What are you thinking?”

When Jihoon nudges a few bodies off the pile, Seokmin’s reaction is so visceral, Jihoon shoots him a look. The bodies at the bottom are bones.

“They’ve been at this a while.”

“What’s a while?”

“Long enough that these bodies have decomposed without much environmental help. More than a year. Probably closer to two. The bottom is bone.”

Seokmin’s eyes are on the moon in the sky, praying for clean air. “Great. So, what’s our plan now?”

“What’s the end goal? What’s the point? The earth is just as fucked up as it was the last time I was here. Maybe slightly more so, but not enough to bring about the End Days.”

“I mean, there are currently talks of nuclear war. A few wars,” Seokmin sighs sadly, “in the last few years. Nearly every major city has had a protest for climate change, female rights, and racial equality.”

“It all sounds standard,” Jihoon muses. He stares at the pile of bones. Humans possessed by demons whose souls became so corrupt that the possession began to show through. It’s the only reason why a demon would give up a body.

They head back to the car. 

“We can’t even go back and ask about this.”

“No, we can’t. But I have a feeling that your little human friend knows.”

Seokmin rolls his eyes. “There are other humans like her.” He can feel his body relaxing as they get farther away from the site. “Ones that are just a little more intuitive.”

“I’ve met humans like that. She is not one of them.” Jihoon pulls her sketchbook from inside his suit jacket pocket. It shouldn’t fit in there based on Earth rules. He flips through the last few sketches. “You see what I see, don’t you?”

Seokmin sighs. He can see.

“Does she pick those places out herself? Draws them because she can feel the energy there? Has she shown you any of these?”

“Her sketches are typically off limits to us.” Seokmin glances over his shoulder. Now, he just feels on edge. “We get to see the final product. She’s usually protective of her sketchbook. Did you steal it?”

Jihoon flips to the end where he had been jotting down ideas. “She let me write in it.”

“You must have been extremely annoying if she gave that over to you."

Jihoon scoffs, as they climb back into the car.

"Well, all we can do is ask her."

"Her boyfriend's not going to get offended that we're accusing her of being a demon?" Jihoon asks.

"Are we accusing her of being a demon? That's what you're doing. And are you talking about Hansol? They've just known each other a really long time, wound up in the same business."

"Really? You too?" Jihoon tucks the sketchbook back into his pocket before slipping into the driver's seat. "The man look as if he's going to try to kill me in my sleep. If I slept, that is."

"He's protective of her, that's all. Worried that she's going to get her heart broken by some Casanova."

"She did say she had notoriously bad taste in partners."

Seokmin snorts, his grip tight on the door handle. "I've only met a handful of them. No demons, no angels, all humans."

"We're not allowed to date." It's a pretty general rule for angels and demons.

"Some do," Seokmin chuckles. "You don't stay on the surface too long, but angels will date around." He shrugs. "Demons seem to just love the 'fun'."

Jihoon doesn't respond to this.

part 6

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #lee jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #svt #woozi #lee jihoon #woozi fic

[threephantomrey]

February 5th 2024.

here we are. it’s officially been 5 years since the release of my comfort movie, my 2nd favorite Scooby movie, and my 2nd favorite movie of all time. Scooby Doo and the Curse of the 13th Ghost.

if you follow me or at least see me online on a regular basis, you probably know that i LOVE this movie. i always loved it more than most people. (i would also call myself a curse of the 13th ghost stan. and i think i’m the only 13 Ghosts stan that loves it lol) i remember watching it at midnight when it came out because i was so excited and couldn’t stop thinking about it i literally couldn’t sleep that night until after i watched it. (that’s why this post is going up at midnight tonight) and well, this movie had a big impact on me for the past 5 years. seriously, it means a lot to me on a sentimental level, and i’m going to get into that with this post, and also me thinking about this movie all the time and my opinions on it. today is probably going to be an emotional day for me, filled with many different feelings and a lot of love.

anyways this is going to be talking about the topic of mental health so just be warned if that’s a sensitive topic for you (cause i know it is for people and i get that)

sentimental stuff & me thinking about this movie all the time:

so let me paint a picture for you of my life around the time that this was announced and coming out. i was having the WORST mental health of my life. WHEN I TELL YOU IT WAS SO BAD OH MY GOD!!! i hated myself SOOOO MUCH. and was REALLY anxious a lot. i was dealing with a teacher that negatively impacted my mental health (she commented on my body sometimes, which made me feel even worse than i already did about my body back then, and did some other stuff that really pissed me off but we won’t dive into that right now) i was also living in deep regret of bad things i did online in 2018 and it was eating me up inside. i dreaded everyday. i had some pretty dark thoughts and couldn’t really see myself having a future. this movie was really the only thing that i looked forward to at all. (sounds dark but it’s true) because of my never ending hyperfixation over it and over the 13 Ghosts series, (which was caused by the release of the movie’s trailer, congratulations to my autism for that!!🥳😁) (though i was a 13 Ghosts fan before that, i actually started being a fan sometime in early 2018. i thought it was November 2018 up until a few months ago idk i was just misremembering) it was a distraction from my terrible mental health. it was an escape from the life i was living. this movie made me feel better. it’s not the ONLY thing that got me through that rough time in my life, there was music too. and one of my childhood friends that i still talk to on the regular is a person that got me through that rough time. she’s always there for me and i’ll forever be grateful for her, i love her so much❤️ but to say that it didn’t help me at all would be a lie. i didn’t realize that this movie got me through that rough time until last year, but im glad i realized it and i’ll always be grateful that it did. i’ll always be thankful that it provided comfort for me in a time where i really needed it. it gave me hope when i didn’t have much. and since i’ve lost friends and things that were important to me in recent years, i have related to how upset Vincent felt when he thought he lost Mortifer forever. plus, this movie gave me my Vincent and Asamad hyperfixations, and those two are big comfort characters of mine💙❤️ im not kidding when i say this movie changed my life.

i think about this movie 24/7. and it’s because of how much i love the artstyle, Vincent Van Ghoul and his outfits, Daphne and her outfit, Asamad Van Ghoul + him being the 13th ghost and Vincent’s ancestor. (top 3 Scooby reveals ever if you ask me) Velma telling Vincent that Asamad wanted redemption and was watching over and protecting Vincent and now that he’s safe, he can rest. (thanks Velma and Vincent! it’s your fault that i never stop thinking about Asamad!) Vincent’s plane, Vincent and Mortifer flashbacks. Mortifer impersonating the 13th ghost and betraying Vincent. (which i think there should be more jokes about in the fandom cause it’s funny to me) Mortifer’s car getting destroyed and it being implied to be Asamad who destroyed it in an avalanche when he appears to Vincent in a cloud of smoke and snow, (LMAO) turning back into his human form, proving that the supernatural IS real. and Vincent feeling at peace with Asamad after🥺 (THE scene that changed my brain forever. i honestly think it’s cinematic, along with the scene where it zooms into Asamad’s portrait and then zooms in on Vincent’s face and he looks down in shame. two of my favorite scenes in this whole movie and in the franchise in general) Mortifer causing avalanches with his car and just being a terrible driver in general. Castle Van Ghoul. the banger that is the song “Scoobystition.” Velma almost opening the chest at the end but chooses not to after everyone tells her no, making her question her doubt. teen Flim Flam. the chest of demons merch that Flim Flam sells. Vincent reuniting with his kids. Flim Flam reuniting with his old friends. you get the idea.

i’ve had criticisms about this movie before that a lot of the fandom has. hell, i made a video with some of them in 2021. and i will admit i remember ranting to an online friend back in 2019 that the Velma explanation thing felt like a big FU to 13 Ghosts fans. and i remember being disappointed with the ending after i watched it for the first time but i don’t believe that anymore and am not disappointed anymore. and i said i had sort of a love/hate relationship with this movie around the time i first watched it. but i don’t have those criticisms anymore and i just have a love relationship with this movie now. but no matter what, i could never bring myself to full on hate this movie. my love for this movie is too strong. stronger than any mass hallucination from high altitude oxygen deprivation in the Himalayas or any swamp gas😭

and it’s not that i don’t understand why people don’t like this movie/hate it/have those criticisms, because i do. also i get why people don’t like/hate return to zombie island. but i also like that movie and i don’t think it’s insulting or that the flashbacks shown there are lifeless or bad. and i think it doesn’t retcon everything about the original or too much. and i think it’s a good movie and i don’t think it’s a bad sequel and i also consider it canon. (plus the gang run monsters over with the Mystery Machine which is awesome and makes the movie automatically better. we should talk about it more because it’s hilarious!) even though i agree that the flashback scenes look better with the artstyle of the original ZI movie and that RTZI is not AS good as the original. i think no matter what would’ve been done, people in the fandom would’ve still been disappointed with any ZI sequel because they still would’ve said nothing could live up to that movie. even though i don’t think a ZI sequel is destined to be disappointing, im just saying other people still would’ve been disappointed with any ZI sequel. shocking, i know right? and i recently realized i only said i hated RTZI before because of how most of the fandom hates it even more than they hate 13th Ghost after i rewatched it. but i love the original Zombie Island movie too and always have) but starting sometime in 2022, i’ve started to see some things differently. (a good amount of my opinions change quite often)

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now i’m going to talk about my opinions since a lot of them i’ve been DYING to say for the past year. (yes that’s a Vincent pun) before i begin, if anyone is like “you have a very poor understanding of 13 Ghosts you’re a fake fan😡” or makes jokes such as “do you work at WB?” or “ok Jim Krieg lol” or anything like that in the comments, reblogs, or my ask box, you’re getting BLOCKED. i am NOT in the mood today. or any day really, but ESPECIALLY today. and no, i am not joking. i am 10000000% serious about everything i have said in this post so far and am about to say. and as much as i disagree with a lot of people’s opinions on this movie + RTZI, im obviously not going to defend WB or any of their executives. i fucking HATE WB for a number of reasons and i could not give LESS of a shit about Jim Krieg. (the guy who demanded no magic or real monsters in this + RTZI, and i heard that he had more creative control over RTZI. i don’t think he was involved in Happy Halloween though i’m going to assume he was not) i actually hate him because he was one of the writers for Scoobynatural in which Dean Winchester, a grown man, tries to get with Daphne, a 16 year old, throughout almost the whole thing and Sam Winchester, also a grown man, kisses Velma, a 15 year old, than for his insistence to keep the supernatural out of this movie. (not that i think him trying to remove any supernatural elements was good or that any of the studio meddling behind the scenes was good cause i definitely don’t, i’m just saying i hate him way more for contributing to what happened in Scoobynatural and i feel like he should get more hate for that. that’s a bigger problem) and i also hate him because he was the writer for Scooby Doo Frankencreepy, which has a gross amount of fatphobia. he is responsible for that and we should recognize that’s also a much bigger problem than his mandates on 13th Ghost and RTZI. we should hate on him more for the fatphobia in Frankencreepy too.

i know some people are like “oh if he doesn’t like supernatural stuff in Scooby, then why did he work on two sequels to versions with supernatural elements?” which i get and i don’t disagree with! (though i do disagree with the way people go about it. and what i mean by that is them being like “that’s why they shouldn’t have been made”/that’s why these movies are bad. or say that the mandate ruins the movies or when people say that’s why we shouldn’t be doing sequels) i don’t know if he specifically made any other mandates for 13th Ghost or RTZI that wasn’t the no supernatural stuff one, and there were other decisions made by WB that most of the fandom were upset about. but regardless though, i’m still suspicious about him being a writer for Scoobynatural. and sure, the Scoobynatural episode is only canon to Supernatural + being one of the writers is different than being a co-producer + that episode was not for kids (the guy says he doesn’t like supernatural stuff in Scooby cause he thinks it’s too scary for kids) + they probably had to put supernatural elements because the show is called Supernatural obviously. and yeah sure, it’s not a sequel to a Scooby series or movie with supernatural elements, but it’s literally a crossover between Supernatural and Scooby Doo Where Are You. (the guys get sucked into an episode of Where Are You by a magic tv) and yes, you could also argue that Scoobynatural was about real ghosts not belonging in Scooby Doo, but there WAS a real ghost there that the gang saw!!! even though at the end of the episode, the gang went back to not believing, everyone else + the viewers know it was real. it is 10000% confirmed in the episode. (also Castiel, a literal angel in the Supernatural show, was there too) and that episode came out only a year before 13th Ghost and Return To Zombie Island. (and after doing a little research, and by research i mean looking on Scoobypedia, i found out that he was one of the writers for the series Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated, a Scooby show from a decade ago that ALSO has real monsters. he was one of the writers for two episodes, both in season 2, so i’m also suspicious about that) basically what i’m trying to say is that i think something’s not adding up here/there’s something we’re not being told. and i read somewhere on the ScoobySnax blog that in an interview, he said he believes the message of Scooby Doo is that monsters being people in masks symbolize things not being as scary as they seem, and that there’s really nothing to be afraid of. i will admit, i don’t think that belief is bad at all nor do i care about him not liking supernatural stuff in Scooby either, but that’s not what the entire franchise is about. like we can still have fun with non-supernatural stuff in the franchise and then also have some fun with supernatural stuff in the franchise and some fun with ambiguity too! (i think he has this belief partially cause he probably grew up with only SD stuff that doesn’t have magic or real monsters) the way he goes about his belief? incorrect. the belief just on its own? neither correct or incorrect.

while i don’t think he should’ve worked on these films, i think if he really had to, he should’ve just not put those mandates on them and should’ve just pushed his belief to the side. sometimes, if someone’s working on something, there are some opinions that shouldn’t get involved in it. and this was one of those times. but yeah the other things he did that i mentioned earlier are definitely worse

AND ONE LAST THING!! this post was originally written in late November 2023 and has been edited many times since because i knew i wasn’t going to write this whole thing on the day of the anniversary + i kept thinking of things to say over time. just thought i’d let you all know❤️

okay here’s the opinions:

• i think curse of the 13th ghost is an amazing movie and was fun. i love the movie just as much as i love the series! i could never choose between them the same way i could never choose between Vincent and Asamad

• about its reputation specifically: this movie + rtzi gets too much hate from the fandom. now don’t get me wrong here, i’m not saying these movies don’t have flaws or that they are perfect because i don’t believe that. (i don’t think any Scooby movie is perfect or above any kind of criticism, not even Zombie Island) and listen, there are some problems i have with both and i won’t deny that. but i’ve been bothered this past year at points by the hate because of how much of it is there. not ALL of it but definitely a lot of it in the fandom. (i was bothered by only the hate for 13th ghost originally and then towards the end i started getting bothered by the hate for RTZI too) i just feel like it’s overwhelming, ya know? and im not saying people CAN’T hate them or not like them!! i’m not mad that people on the internet don’t like this movie!! (to be honest, i also feel like i have been too harsh on these movies at some points, especially RTZI) it’s just that almost everytime this + rtzi are brought up, there’s people who will jump at ANY chance to hate on them and sometimes it just feels like negativity for the sake of being negative and it bothers me. hell, sometimes they aren’t even mentioned at all in conversation like people will be talking about something else that’s Scooby related and then someone will bring them up randomly JUST to hate on them. like bro we GET it, you don’t like these movies. and i’m not saying that everyone does that cause obviously it’s not everyone, (and i am not bothered by anything my mutuals or people that i follow or people in the same discord servers as me have said at all i am not talking about them <3 im talking about some people in the fandom in general) but it REALLY pisses me off. like you don’t understand how much this shit gets me heated. i’ve been feeling this way for the past year and UGHHH it sucks because i don’t WANT to. but i do. anyways i think this movie deserves more credit for the good things it does. (same opinion applies to the other one, and i feel like these are underrated and misunderstood. not in a “you just hate fun and don’t get the complexity of this cinematic masterpiece” way, but in a “it’s not invalidating the originals or trying to invalidate the originals and the magic isn’t completely removed from them” way) and i know people are going to want to say “well, these movies were shitting on things that we loved so they deserve it!” but i disagree in every way possible 10000%. and regardless, it still hurts me to see a lot of people shitting on something that i love, especially since 13th Ghost means a lot to me on a sentimental level. not implying that it’s a personal attack on me cause obviously i know it’s not. don’t get me wrong, movies shitting on something you love is obviously terrible and does hurt. im just saying seeing a lot of people in the fandom shitting on something i love hurts and is terrible. the hate for 13th Ghost hurts me on a more personal level since that movie means so much to me on a sentimental level, but the hate for RTZI is more annoying to me since it gets more hate.

but ALSO i wish people would criticize 2 parts in RTZI more: in one of the flashbacks where they lightened Chris’s skin color (that was a mixture of a saturation issue and them actually lightening her skin color) and that part where a grown man tries to be romantic with Daphne, a teenager, and no one says anything about it. but this isn’t the first time a grown man was involved with Daphne or someone’s skin color was lightened in SD, so every time that does happen, that should ALSO be more criticized, not just in RTZI. we should bring more attention to that every time it happens, especially since we don’t do that enough. it’s wayyyyyy more of a problem than the things most people will hate on that movie for/criticize. we gotta focus on that more in the future. i also wish people would criticize the whole “confederate zombies being said to be the good guys” thing in Zombie Island more, but that is another conversation for another day. and i also am really annoyed when some people telling others not to watch these movies because they themselves don’t like it and think it’s bad or insulting or whatever reason they’ll say. and it’s mainly because i think people should be able to watch whatever they want and have their own opinions on it.

but yeah i definitely think these movies are hated on too much especially for the same reasons and i just wish they had better reputations i think they don’t deserve the hate they get. they don’t deserve the reputations they have. (i feel bad for these movies because of how much hate they get. i think it’s sad) the conversation around them is reductive. the conversation around these movies most of the time is “oh they say the originals didn’t happen,” “they retcon things from the originals,” “13th Ghost didn’t conclude the 13 Ghosts series/the gang didn’t capture the real 13th Ghost,” skeptic Velma, etc. it’s wayyyyy too much of that and not enough discussion about all the good things these movies do. they don’t get enough credit as much as they should. and there’s a lot to say about these movies. they’re definitely not movies that most people watch and then have nothing to say about them and they’re not forgettable. my feelings are complex okay guys😭

• Vincent’s plane is BEAUTIFUL when am i going to get to be on that plane????? this whole movie was GORGEOUS visually like they really made the backgrounds and literally everything look so beautiful. they did not have to go that hard but they really did. and everyone had GREAT winter outfits but tbh the gang always has great winter outfits so i can’t be too surprised. but yeah the winter outfits were amazing here, literally some of their best. and the Rubber Ducky being referenced was iconic

• i consider this movie to be canon and a good 13 ghosts sequel and finale, but just in the way most people didn’t expect it to be. i really love the Asamad redemption thing and i think it’s lovely that it brings peace to Vincent and now he’s at peace with his ancestor. and i know what you’re thinking: “Velma said she lied about it” and like yeah, she did say that. but because we saw Asamad appear to Vincent + because of her not opening the chest at the end because of everyone insisting for her not to, i believe that was her doubting herself and that Asamad really did get redeemed. she was like “ok i won’t open it because these ghosts might be real and i don’t want to risk that.” so i think it’s either she THINKS what she said about Asamad is a lie, but actually it IS the truth. or that, again, it is the truth and deep down, she actually does believe it but she’s just not admitting it because of her insistence throughout most of the movie to not believe in the supernatural. so i think the Asamad redemption thing is canon. and listen, i get that people wanted to see the gang capture the real 13th ghost in the chest. (it’s what i wanted too when the movie first came out) i get why people aren’t crazy about the Asamad redemption thing, that’s fine. and hey we ever get another sequel where Asamad is actually still evil and he does get captured, i would also love to see it. i still love the idea of him still being evil. (in general, i think there’s always more to add to the 13 Ghosts universe, so if they also expand on more 13 Ghosts stuff in general in a future piece of media, i would also be down to see it 10000%) though, ever since September 2019, i’ve been loving the idea of Asamad seeking redemption more than him still being evil. so i actually love this ending. (and especially if they ever expand on him and Vincent and the redemption thing in a future piece of media, i would be 10000% down to see it) (he’s the ONLY ghost from the chest im good with being redeemed, everyone else has to remain evil imo) and i think it’s a good ending for Vincent especially, now he doesn’t have to worry about his ancestor anymore and gets to have peace and move on, and the others don’t have to worry about finding him and capturing him. to me, it’s symbolic of letting go of the past/what haunts you and finding some sort of peace and moving on, now knowing that everything is going to be okay. and you’re starting to heal. and it’s very comforting, especially since i’ve been feeling that many times in 2023. so i’m content if this is the last time they bring 13 Ghosts back. i think it ended beautifully. it’s sweet and beautiful. (i can write fanfics as a way of expanding upon it, so i win either way lmao) i also get why people have a problem with Velma in this movie + RTZI. (im sorry i keep bringing up RTZI but i kinda have to since these are in the same trilogy and because of my feelings) but i personally don’t anymore? i used to, i even called this version of her insufferable a few times iirc, but after watching this movie like 483947384783378 times, i feel nothing towards her attitude at all now, and she’s not that annoying. even though i still agree that this is not an ideal version of Velma, it’s not an irredeemable or insufferable version of her either. and her character wasn’t ruined in my eyes at all. and she doesn’t ruin anything. but her explanations will always be fun to joke about! and i feel like people have been hating her more since these movies came out, which i think is really sad because Velma is an amazing character in general and has SOOO many lovable qualities.

also i cannot be a 2019 Velma hater because she gave me the Asamad redemption explanation. like she cooked with that and i am eating it up!! and i think the whole Vincent and Asamad thing fits 13 Ghosts so well because to me, 13 Ghosts as a show and the universe it takes place in is about family, whether blood related or not, and they are family since they’re blood related. and the gang is a family (found family, not blood related) and would do anything to protect each other and Asamad was protecting Vincent. so i think it’s actually a great ending to both the movie and the show. the story is wrapped up. but we can always go back to it and add more if we want. and i think that’s an ending that wraps up the plot of 13 Ghosts well. like i said, there’s always more to add to 13 Ghosts.

• ok for this next part im about to be so “well actually☝🏻🤓” with. Velma’s explanations are not her or the movie erasing the series and we weren’t supposed to take her explanations seriously. (sounds hypocritical of me to say i know cause i just said i believe in her AVG explanation but im just talking about the explanations that she used to try to disprove the supernatural now okay lol) she’s TRYING to “prove” it wasn’t real, but literally nobody else is agreeing with her and of course they know she’s wrong just like we know she’s wrong. the movie is saying she’s wrong. i feel like the whole sequel trilogy (that’s my new name for it) is saying her behavior is wrong. and there WAS a point in 13th Ghost where Velma believed in ghosts too before going back to not believing at the end. also in Happy Halloween, she kinda thinks about how’s she been acting and is like “ok maybe i should stop” and also says she trusts her friends more than science which is very cute. everyone else knows she’s wrong and she starts to realize it in Happy Halloween. and again, she refuses to open the chest at the end after everyone tells her not to. she CAN’T erase the events of the series or the events of Zombie Island, she doesn’t have the ability to do that, no matter how many times she screams “mass hallucinations from high altitude oxygen deprivation!” or “swamp gas!” so i think because of this + Asamad appearing to Vincent + Vincent making the cuffs that Mortifer put on him disintegrate + Mortifer’s illusions not really being explained + Vincent’s crystal ball teleporting the others outside also not being explained + the flashbacks, it’s proof that the series did happen and that magic and ghosts ARE in this movie. are there as much magic and ghosts as there are in the series? no, obviously not, but they’re still here. i think it’s the writers finding a way to work around the mandates and being like “we were told not to include magic, but this is literally magic right here.” (also i am of the opinion that real monsters in Scooby should be special and happen sometimes but not all the time, but that is somewhat different than what we’re talking about here. still always going to love real monsters in SD though!) (there was also a real cat person at the end of RTZI. again, still not as much real monsters as the original, but it’s still there) so Krieg TRIED to get rid of all the supernatural elements, but he didn’t actually succeed at it. this movie is not avoiding being supernatural, it’s just that there’s not as much magic here as there was in the original. i think this movie was done well even though yeah studio meddling is bad and i will always want things to be fair in the studio! (and it’s not the first time there’s been studio meddling behind the scenes of Scooby movies. even the ZI era had some) i really don’t think that this movie ruins the original, and the studio meddling did not ruin this or the entire trilogy it’s a part of. the original still exists people can still watch it whenever they want, it’s not gone. even if i did think the movie was bad like most people do, i still wouldn’t believe that it has the power to take away from the original or to ruin it. and it does not ruin people’s childhoods/poisons their childhood memories. this is also how i feel about any sequel or reboot ever made tbh. anyways im done talking about Jim Krieg i will not be talking about him anymore. so basically no, these movies never said or implied or tried to say or imply that the originals didn’t happen, they are not invalidating the originals at all. and they DO have some supernatural stuff in them, just not as much as the originals did.

• i love cheerleader Fred :)

• i like Mortifer being the villain because it creates some good angst between him and Vincent. and like i said, it’s funny to me

• the scene where Vincent tosses the chest aside tackles Asmodeus when he tries to attack Daphne, Shaggy, and Scooby is one of the best scenes in the entire movie like omg he really loves them🥹❤️

• Shaggy and Scooby were good at flying the plane idk maybe we should let them fly more planes in future SD stuff

• i think this movie is an important part of the franchise. and i think “Scoobystition” is an underrated Scooby song that should get more love.

• no this movie is not a nostalgic nightmare/nightmare in general or an insult/mockery to the franchise, the original, or the fans and i do not think that it shouldn’t have been made. it’s not pointless or a joke or disservice or disrespectful or cringe or disappointing/a letdown or that it’s a mess/doesn’t make sense or boring/mediocre. and the ending is not a slap in the face to the fans or bad or insulting or disappointing/a letdown or spitting in the face of the OG. and i don’t think that that the other 2 movies in the trilogy are all those things either or also shouldn’t have been made. the 3rd act of this movie is not bad/ruining it and is not the weakest part, (3rd act is actually one of my favorite parts) and these movies do not treat the audience like fucking idiots, etc. and i really also do not think that this is the worst Scooby trilogy or that 13th Ghost and RTZI are the worst Scooby movies. and i do not think this trilogy overall is not good/is bad and i do not think it’s a failure or a mess/doesn’t make any sense or that these movies are incompetent or unwatchable or irredeemable or frustrating/infuriating. and it doesn’t hurt for me to remember any of them, especially not this movie. im actually really glad this was made and like i said, it changed my life with the impact it had on me and how it got me through a rough time. like now i talk about Asamad and Vincent a lot. i ship Vincent and Mortifer. and the debut of Asamad led me to create an OC of mine who is his wife and i get to make fics about Asamad and his redemption thing. so i just CAN’T agree with people who say those things for those reasons alone. it’s crazy to think how i would be without it. i would still be hyperfixating over Shaphne, which isn’t a bad thing at all btw. im just saying, i wouldn’t be who i am right now if this movie hadn’t been made. and im glad the other two in the trilogy were made too. and i don’t feel insulted whenever i watch this movie or those. (i liked the sheriff being the villain in HHSD, i think it’s a good reveal and i think HHSD is a great movie too) tbh i also think 13th Ghost is the best out of the trilogy with Happy Halloween as a close second though i do think HHSD is the one with the best opening, and i definitely prefer this trilogy over the 80’s one and always will. i think it’s better. i like Ghoul School though it’s a cute movie <3 (i like Ghoul School better than RTZI and do think it’s better than that movie but i like this trilogy as a whole better than the 80’s trilogy and think it’s better) i also can’t look at this movie as a standalone film like my brain just associates it with 13 Ghosts automatically (same applies to the other one but with ZI of course) and i don’t think this movie would work better if it was standalone. (same with RTZI) i wish this trilogy got more love🥺 and i don’t understand how some people consider the first two some of the worst Scooby movies ever. also i don’t understand how some people think 13th Ghost is “just as insulting/bad” or worse than RTZI. and it also bothers me when some people will joke that they don’t exist. and no, the 13th ghost (Asamad) is not nothing or disappointing compared to the other 12.

• i don’t think the avalanche scene was too long or that there was too much of it. it didn’t bother me at all.

• i think Vincent couldn’t do magic for the most of the movie because he has trauma caused by his ancestor so whenever he sees him or someone that he believes to be him, he becomes powerless because his ancestor made him feel so powerless, like he couldn’t do anything. so it’s his body responding to whatever he was put through. this is based off him saying “ever since Asmodeus showed up, i haven’t been able to cast a single successful spell” (in-universe explanation)

• Flim Flam’s shop is one of the coolest things i’ve ever seen. also teen Flim Flam is awesome and so is his design! he still feels like the same guy but just older. and im happy that he’s doing well.

• i love Vincent’s puns they are funny and adorable. and also when he calls Flim Flam “his boy” OHHH MYYY GODDDDD THAT IS SO CUTEEE🥺🥺🥺🥺 im gonna need another sequel where he calls Daphne “his girl” NOW. and i hope he does see Flim Flam in town when he attends his coven’s next meeting.

and yeah, i know Daphne and Vincent aren’t exactly the way they were in the OG. like there’s been a few changes made. but i love the changes and they’re both amazing characters and well written and i love them so much in both the series and the movie! and i don’t think the movie was saying/acting like that’s exactly how they were in the OG, just that it’s how they are in this movie. and it’s not ruining Vincent or saying/acting like Daphne was or is exactly like Fred and could do everything. and im not at the point where im like “WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE???” like that one Spongebob meme. they both don’t feel too different to me like i don’t think there’s been too many changes made. and im just going to headcanon that Vincent got more comfortable around the gang which is why he’s more zany and lets them call him Vincent and that Daphne changed a little because of her fighting the demons. i still get enough 13 Ghosts vibes from her hair and outfit and this movie in general so it works well. there’s just a little new vibe added. it fits 13 Ghosts well. (i think there was always going to be a new vibe added/some changes made and part of why is because this was made at a different time than the series + this is a DTV movie + made by different people than the series was) but yeah i think the changes were good and i don’t have any problems or criticisms with them, i don’t think they were bad at all. and im going to headcanon Daphne wore that outfit and had that hair offscreen back in the days of the OG. (and yes i know one of the writers said that they were aware Daphne wasn’t exactly like that in the OG, but that’s how they saw her while watching it. im just saying i don’t think the movie was saying she was exactly like that in the OG)

• speaking of Daphne and Vincent, the scene where Asmodeus attacks them and she protects him? SUPERB. also her doing a spooky pun for him and he gets so happy about it is so🥺🥺🥺

• the 14th ghost joke is fun i love it

• i’m fine with Bogel & Weerd and Scrappy not being in the movie because there were some episodes of the series that Bogel and Weerd weren’t in. (obviously Scrappy was in every episode) yeah, it would’ve been interesting to see them brought back and im not saying they weren’t important characters in the show, im not against the idea of bringing them back and i don’t hate them at all. and im not saying the mandate to keep him out was good cause i don’t think that. i get why some people wanted them to come back, they are valid!! i remember wanting Scrappy to come back very much too around the time the movie was coming out. but im okay with them not being here. also Bogel and Weerd probably knew about Asamad’s redemption thing, so they were like “well, we’re not working for him now.” (in-universe explanation for why they aren’t in this movie) where was Scrappy during the events of the movie? Bogel and Weerd captured him and he went missing, but the others don’t know that and just think he’s still with his mom. why is he not included in the opening credits? Bogel and Weerd casted a spell so he wouldn’t be, they’re trying to erase any trace of Scrappy’s existence. (another in-universe explanation) (yes i know that the real world explanation is that WB mandated for him to not appear, and originally Flim Flam wasn’t allowed to be included either but they included him after a writer found a way to make him work in the story, but i just made my own explanation in-universe) and im not bothered by the “What’s A Scrappy?” joke it’s just whatever to me. like obviously i don’t love it but i’m not going in a seething rage over it. (i think i used to be bothered by it a few years ago, but im not bothered by it anymore and haven’t been for a while)

• about continuity: gonna have to talk about this for a bit. i don’t think there’s too much of what people will call “retcons” or “continuity errors.” i don’t think that the movie retcons everything from the original. and i think there’s enough references from the series to make the movie fit in the same timeline as it. and that’s all i have to say about that. (i do have this theory that Time Slime controlling time is why Flim Flam aged but the gang are teenagers though if anyone wants to read it)

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you might be wondering who this movie and the entire trilogy it is from is for. the answer is me. i am the target audience. seriously, even if it is bad and im wrong about everything i just said, i still had fun with it! and i think that’s one of the most important things to me: to have fun with a movie. so if it’s trash, it’s MY trash and IM LOVING IIIIITTTT!!!!🥳🥳🥳 like that meme of a woman saying “what? i love garbage.” (also im the type of person that when i like a movie, 95% of the time i will genuinely think it’s good. and i will like something more after i rewatch or re listen to it lol) and i’ll take a bad movie ANY day over no movie at all. i definitely think there’s things in 13th Ghost that you might not notice on the first watch but notice during rewatches. and you know what? i really do love the mass hallucinations from high altitude oxygen deprivation in the Himalayas and swamp gas. sometimes they are just what i need.🤷🏻‍♂️

fun fact: i learned the term “criminal negligence” from this movie.

in conclusion:

here’s to Vincent Van Ghoul, Asamad Van Ghoul, Mortifer Quinch, teen Flim Flam, the avalanches, Mortifer’s car, and the jokes and memories and posts that were made along the way by me and my friends. to the never ending theories. to all the daydreams i’ve had influenced by this movie, to the growth i experienced these past 5 years. to all the demons i conquered and am still conquering today. to all the other Scooby fans out there who like/love this movie. to that 3 month period where i and so many other people were excited for this movie. (even though i would never want to go back to that time period, it was fun getting excited and coming up with theories and seeing the clips drop, and i look back fondly on those memories) sometimes i’m still surprised by remembering that this movie is real and was made, like i almost can’t believe this is an actual Scooby movie.

as Vincent was healed by Asamad’s redemption moment, i was healed by this movie in some ways. there’s no other movie i would choose to lose my sanity over in a fun and cool way! happy 5th birthday my beloved <3 thank you for everything. im glad you won that “best nostalgia era movie” poll last year on tumblr. i’m always going to love you and i think you will be remembered regardless of whether the general fandom opinion of you changes or not. i’ll never let go of or get tired of you. i think it’s beautiful how a piece of Scooby media in general can have impact on a person❤️

#scooby doo #curse of the 13th ghost #this post is very long oh my #ooh boy i think this is the most i’ve said about this movie in my entire life #glad to have made this though #anyways if you read all of this thank you SO much i really appreciate it #remember when i made that post saying that there’s a certain scooby movie that i have opinions on that i can’t say #well this was it #and im saying it now since it’s the anniversary + i feel confident enough to say them now #pumping up the queue now #mental health

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Hi lost ! I'm pretty new to Eruri fandome ( also AOT and anime in general ) but I can't help but notice : so many eruri fanfics , fanarts and fanwork in general are just so freaking sad ? This isn't complain honestly because I love them ( sad eruri fanfics are my favourite fanfics ) I'm just kinda really surprised by it because I've been in plenty of fandomes where part of the ship died , but people would mostly write "fix it" fics and alternative ( happy ) endings instead of sad ones . I've seen some alternative / "happy" ending ones but those are pretty rare compared to the rest . So that has me wondering ... Is it because both Levi and Erwin got actually satisfying endings so fans didn't see anything there to fix ? Or Erwin's death just completely crush all our souls ?

Hey Anon, welcome to the Eruri fandom! I hope you’re enjoying all the achingly beautiful fics and art we’ve been spoiled with over the years.  

There’s a long standing joke in the fandom that Eruris only have two modes; sad and horny, and tbh there’s some truth in that.  There are hundreds of fabulous AUs with happy endings and plenty of excellent canonverse fixit fics too, but there’s no denying that Eruris do love their angst.  There are a few different reasons for that I think.  One is that Erwin and Levi’s sacrifice is very much bound up with their characters and their relationship with each other.  Erwin sacrifices his life for humanity and Levi loses everyone he ever loved fighting for the same cause.  Removing that sacrifice, diminishing that loss, does subtly change who Erwin and Levi I think.  

Some fans (me included) also view Levi’s decision to let Erwin die in peace, relieved of his burden, with his dream intact, as the ultimate expression of love.  It’s the one time in Levi’s life where his decision is swayed by his own personal feelings, rather than the good of humanity.  That in itself speaks volumes.   It’s such a heartbreaking moment and it’s so fundamental to who Levi is.  

I think you’re also right that, in the grand scheme of things, Erwin and Levi did both get really satisfying endings. Much more so than many of the other characters.  I know a lot of writers (me included again lol) love exploring the tragedy of Erwin’s death and Levi’s grief and loyalty. I mean a character that pursues his vow to his dead lover commander for four years after his death is cat nip for writers with a penchant for angst.   

I answered an ask a week or so ago about how different tropes have risen in popularity at different stages over the lifetime of the fandom, that's sort of related to your question.  Before Midnight Sun, there were a lot of canonverse fics imagining Erwin and Levi’s life after the war once the Titans had been defeated (e.g. Coup de Grace by @cherryamber) After Midnight Sun, there was an outpouring of grief, with many writers and artists attempting to process deeply conflicting feelings about Levi’s decision and Erwin’s death.  Some writers turned to happier AUs to seek solace, others left the fandom all together. For a long time after Midnight Sun, it was vanishingly rare to find anyone writing postwar canonverse fic.  Once the series ended more canonverse fics started reappearing focused on Levi’s life after the war.  (I wrote one called The Permanence of the Young Men.) More recently there’s been a vogue for Marley Erwin fics, while other writers have come up with all kinds of creative ways for Erwin to survive Shiganshina and reappear later in the time line.  In These Fallen Leaves  by @masksarehot2 is a great example of this. 

These are just my opinions of course, and I suspect if you asked this question of other writers you’d get some very different responses. It’s an interesting question though, so thanks for your ask!

#asks #eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman #eruri relationship #fic rec #snk

[oh-my-damn]

BESTIE I'D ASK YOU ALL OF THEM QUESTIONS CAUSE I LOVE SNOOPING AROUND IN THAT BRILLIANT REDHEAD OF YOURS BUT THESE WILL DO FOR NOW 🥰 NO IDEA WHY IM SCREAMING BTW 😅

📃Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

😚A fic you like writing more than other fics? (Even tho i might already know the answer to this one lol)

👌🏻The fic that took the fastest to write?

🎨Show us a sneak peek from a WIP! (Plz cure my sorrow with some andy babe)

LUB YOU 💋💋💕💕

HI BESTIE

Reposted this just for you hehehehehehe

Okie lets do it !

📃Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

Yes, ofc I have ! I draw inspiration from many of the amazing works I read, but one particularly triggered my inspiration for Highways & Heatstrokes !

It's @onsunnyside Flamingo King ! It was back when she'd only posted the first part, and I remember reading that part and just being so HUNGRY for more. Right after reading it, I just so happened to watch Midnight in the Switchgrass with Megan Fox and there's a scene with a truck driver picking up a girl from the side of the road. And that legit triggered it. I couldn't have stopped myself from writing Trucker Ari even if I wanted to, but Sonny's description of the heat and warmth just really kicked my mind right to that dusty highway. If anyone is unfamiliar with Sonny's work I recommend to go read her entire masterlist right the fuck now bc she is phenomenal.

😚A fic you like writing more than other fics? (Even tho i might already know the answer to this one lol)

LMAO you probably do know this answer, bestie ! The Stranger is a big fave of mine. I don't think I'd be able to write that many chapters if I didn't thoroughly love it. I love the story, and Chramelia, they're my comfort couple. I also really enjoy writing Diplomatic Negotiations and enjoy(ed) writing Highways & Heatstrokes (that series finished way too quick for me !!)

👌🏻The fic that took the fastest to write?

I think that was my mini series for Mace ! Sunshine was one of my first works on here (actually, the drabble in that series is the very first piece of writing I wrote specifically for tumblr, and also what triggered the series). A strong contestant would also be my Curtis Everett mini series, Angel. Wrote that sucker within a weeks time, ish.

I also finished H&H pretty quick (too quick imo) but I do believe those other two were faster lmao.

OH and for one shots its definitely Guilty Pleasures !!! I wrote that bitch in ONE SITTING. Literally took an hour. I was astounded lmaoooo

🎨Show us a sneak peek from a WIP! (Plz cure my sorrow with some andy babe)

Of course honey!! Sneak peek from the next part of Sweet Heartache coming up!

"Is that my shirt?"

His voice is still a little groggy from sleep, but his wording feels stern, which concerns you. You glance down at the button up before you meet his piercing gaze again, "Oh, uh, yeah, I found it. I'm sorry, I can go change. I shouldn't have-"

"No," he interrupts, shaking his head, "No, don't go change."

Your brows raise as you tilt your head, looking at him curiously, "Okay, I won't.. Are you okay? You seem off."

"I'm good," Andy replies calmly, and then he finally moves from his former spot, taking just a few strides until he's right in front of you. Your eyes dart down to his bare chest, taking in his defined torso and the hair covering it, trailing down to his waist as he stands before you in only his boxers.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip when you spot the large bulge, only covered by the thin fabric, and it makes you immediately dart your eyes back up to meet his.

"I like you in my shirt," he murmurs, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine, "You look good."

You smile, "Thank you, I uhm.. I like wearing it."

"Good," he hums, large hands reaching out to grip your hips. You take a step closer when he guides you, looking up at him teasingly when he smirks.

Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, your smile teasing, "Something on your mind?"

"Yeah," he breathes out, his eyes seemingly turning darker as he watches you intensely, "Yeah, somethings on my mind."

Within a second, his lips are on yours, and you let out a surprised squeak when his hands quickly find your ass to hoist you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as you kiss him urgently, his fingers digging into your ass while he walks over to the dining table.

Thank you for asking me about my fics my sweet bestie!! <3 <3

#mandy answers #ask me about my fics!

[25-worms-in-a-trenchcoat]

eye emoji at ur oc tags i am looking so hard what da hell is going on over there

hehehe excuse to infodump abt them hell yeah! okay so i partially answered this here and also before i forget i actually have a sideblog dedicated to the campaign theyre for over at @the-curse-investigation-team ! and for anyone who needs context for this ask i posted this earlier (putting the rest under a read more bc this is gonna be long)

ANYWAYS so i mostly talked abt the curse earlier, but basically theres a curse on the monsters (they're good!!) of this town that make them get sick and rampage and not have control of their monster forms if theyre shifters. it affects one person every new moon and the person ends up dying from the curse just from how sick they get (or previously they were killed/euthanized but that stopped since there was recently gained hope that the ppl could be cured of the curse. my character, worms, originally got turned into a monster/worm-shifter bc he got attacked by a worm shifter that was effected by the curse and worms bit him in an attempt to get it off of him (he was panicking okay he wasnt exactly in the best position to be making decisions). when he woke up he was in a hospital bed and found out that bc he called for help the worm ended up being killed and now he has ✨survivors guilt✨. so even tho he's told theres nothing he can do to help he keeps researching the curse and trying to save those effected to no end (his working theory is that if the cursed monster stays alive til midnight of the new moon then the curse will stop effecting them but no one will listen). finally things change when two non-monsters (scott, a manager from the local gary gators [think rainforest cafe x chuck-e-cheese and yes this is based on fnaf shhhh] who?? has a phone for a head??, and sonya, a college student who has powers given to her by a something or other but rly doesnt want to) get roped in. they figure out that worms' original theory doesnt work but they figure out sonya can dispell the curse, but at that point its too late. next month rolls around tho and the curse gets dispelled from that person and we now have the first person to live through having the curse!! but its still gonna show up every month so now we gotta figure out its source and keep dispelling it and tracking down who has it each month.

as for the best friend, his name is/was emmett and they met in elementary schooland knew each other up into their early 20s and they bonded over both being trans (with emmett being a trans guy and worms being nonbinary) along with many other things. emmett got bullied a lot in school and worms v much gave him scary dog privilege and got the bullies to back off whenever they were around, or at the very least caused problems for them lol. they were super close, to the point where emmett developed a romantic crush on worms (but didnt ask him out or say anything bc worms is aroace and he assumed they wouldnt want to be in a relationship w him [he didnt know that qpps were a thing]) and worms developed a queerplatonic crush on emmett (but didnt say anything bc emmett isnt aro and "deserves to have a nice romantic relationship with someone who can reciprocate" [emmett would love to be their qpp if he knew it was a thing]". v much and they were both idiots energy. anyways they lived together for a while after worms got kicked out and before emmett left for college in emmetts parents house. right after emmett had moved back to their hometown after college he disappeared; long enough that he was assumed dead. it was insanely hard on worms. it turns out emmett is now scott, the phone head guy i mentioned earlier. freddy fazbears gary gators decided they needed a new manager (all of which are ppl kidnapped and turned into partial animatronics with their memories mostly wiped and v v traumatized. scott doesnt remember worms bc, like i said, memories wiped, plus worms changed his name which doesnt help (he used to change names all the time and then landed on worms after the wormening). worms does seem very familiar to scott though and finds them very comforting to be around and has a crush on him again. worms doesnt know scott is emmett bc different voice (voicebox) and can't see his face (phonehead). scott does remind him a lot of emmett though and finds himself falling into old habits with him and developing queerplatonic feelings for him, both of which he feels a bit guilty about.

also side note but worms's grandpa-figure (pops) turns into a bear and is dating mothman :)

but yeah sorry this is long agshshs lmk if you have any questions!! tho stuff abt emmett/scott i may or may not be able to answer since hes my friends player character not mine (same goes for sonya).

#worms

[demonicxfire]

A new Mission: Part Two

(After a lot of time, I decided to write this. Today was a lucky day lol. We basically had three hours of nothing at school + we left earlier) (I'm actually writing this since hours. All those three hours + before dinner + after dinner and Stranger Things)

(I thought a lot about this, and I think that the best option is to do this in another planet, Earth 652-B)

[I was thinking that, in my actual story, this pack should be located on Earth 652-B, or a twin of our Earth (with some differences, like the Midnight Forests). And, there won't be two Daniels, but only one, the mc of my story (I don't know if I told you, but Daniel's an ideal version of me, that's why he has my same name)]

(But now, let's get into the story!)

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I need to recreate that moment. Or at least the location.

Fortunately, I should be able to recreate it using the holograms at the Headquarters, in the Plans Room.

I want to know. I need to know... where are they.

I need to know... who he was.

And so, I activated the holograms machine, with the hope of recreating the scenery with the help of holograms.

Damn, this is so difficult...

I'm trying to... remember... to recreate...

That pack... why did I have a vision of a pack...? And, first of all... why did I have a vision? Moon, Magic, was it you?

I have to focus... try to remember the scene...

The Red Moon, the bare trees, the mud... where could it be located?

C'mon... just some other details...

And...

Finally!! YES!! IT'S FINISHED!!

Wow, it's soo detailed...

And now, come on, give me the location's name...

Please... don't give me an error...

"The place is located in Earth-652B, Second Twin Solar System, Ichnaea Galaxy."

Wait... that's not far from Nocturnia!!

I was close!!

Oh my... I need to reach them. I want to be with them. I crave to join them.

"Are you sure about that, Daniel? With everything you do, with everything that happens or that might happen, you could put their lives at risk." said Gaia, appearing in front of me

"Don't worry about that, Gaia. If they'll accept me, I'll protect them with my life."

"Also, Gaia, I'm a werewolf. I have my needings. My longings. You can't stop my werewolf side from having them."

"You're always the same, Daniel. You won't change. I wish you good luck." said Gaia, and then, she faded away.

And now, to the Falcon. My precious and modified copy of the mythical Millennium Falcon.

I'll reach them in such a short time. I just hope they'll accept me.

And so, I reached the Falcon, I turned it on, and I started my journey to Earth 652-B, the planet where I'll probably find my pack.

Thanks Moon. If this was your idea, I certainly won't forget it.

Because, I finally might've found the right pack for me.

Activate the portal.

I'll be there in no time.

Crossed it.

And here I am, to the other side. The planet lies in front of me. And it's... quite similar to my earth, if not entirely.

And from here... it's beautiful.

I can't wait to meet them... even though, they might be scared, or even aggressive towards me.

I'll go there transformed. And if they won't accept me, I'll ask them if they could, at the very least, let me talk with the black werewolf.

I need to talk with him. I need to know who is he.

Because... I felt it. I felt a bond within us. Not a bond of love, but a bond of... souls... like we had a bond of twin souls...

It felt like... our souls were almost identical.

"Invisibility: activated."

I hope they won't hear me though. I can make the starship invisible, but I can't cancel its noises.

And so, I finally decided to land on the planet.

Gosh, I swear I might've seen a pack.

I hope with all of myself, that it's not that pack.

But instead... it was that pack. The Rainfang Pack.

And they heard him perfectly.

The Rainfang Pack, in that moment, was doing a ritual: a concert to the Moon.

And that's because, they were preparing for a big hunt.

But before Rain, the Alpha, could speak, all the pack heard a big blast of wind, alongside a strong weird sound.

"Woah... what was that?" said Hunter

"There was nothing in the Sky, yet we all heard a sound! How is that possible??" said Tori

"N-no w-way... i-it can't be..." said Daniel.

"What? What do you mean?" asked Rain

"I think I might know." Daniel answered, with a weird tone

"You might know what?" asked Hunter

"I think I might know... who's arriving." I said

"It's like, a feeling that I have. I feel it in my soul, in my heart." I continued

"Woah, those are big words. And for you, who's arriving?" asked Rain.

"Ehm...-"

"Rain, it's better that we go check for ourselves. It might be dangerous for the pack." said Fern and Hunter together.

"I'll come too." I said.

"I need to know if he's who I'm thinking." I finished.

"Very well, you'll come with us then." Rain said.

And so, they started to follow the direction where the sound stopped.

And Daniel doesn't know at all, that soon, he might meet, the black werewolf and the most important members of the pack that he wanted to join.

Unless...

When I was out of the Falcon, I transformed under the Moonlight. Oh, it's... one of the most beautiful things ever.

I mean, the transformation is painful, but this is the price that I have to pay if I want to be myself.

And now, I have to reach it.

I have to understand if the pack that I might've seen is the one that I'm searching for.

The woods circled the starship's landing zone, and I swear I could feel some magic in the air... could this be... a Midnight Forest?

I don't care now. I'll verify later.

At the moment, all I care about is reaching that pack.

And so, I went to the opposite direction from where I landed with the spaceship, and, in the end, I saw it. I heard it. The pack.

I quickly hid between the trees and the bushes, and thanks to my enhanced hearing, I could still them.

"Rain, it's better that we go check for ourselves. It might be dangerous for the pack."

"I'll come too."

No way, it can't be. They wanted to follow the sounds' direction. Damn, they heard me.

There's only one thing I can do right now. I moved away, and took the distances from the pack. And then...

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

The pack heard a loud howl. But they didn't recognize it.

So, whoever this guy was, he was a wolf, or a werewolf.

"Rain, this howl... I can't recognize it. It's not from our pack." said Hunter.

"But I do." said Daniel.

"...it's him."

"...it's him"

Wait, it can't really be.

"Rain, let me handle this." She nodded. I got closer to the forest. I swear I could hear footsteps and the sound of the leaves. I heard them especially from the right, so I got closer once again, and...

"Hey! Is anybody there? We heard you! Come out! Reveal yourself!" I... I hope it's him.

Gosh, this went way worse than I was expecting...

I guess it's time to make my turn.

And so, I stepped out from the bushes, and from the trees. And i got closer to the voice.

In this moment, I'm just... a grey werewolf, in search of a pack, in search of answers... and, in search of a certain black werewolf...

And so, I took the final steps.

I could recognize them. Every single one. And a black werewolf was closer to me than all the rest of the pack.

And aw man, they were angry. Really angry. They were growling, showing their sharp fangs, and preparing their claws. They were defending theirselves, their pack, their territory.

All... except him.

He might be the black werewolf that I'm searching for. He might have recognized me.

This is my turn. It's now or never.

"My name... is Daniel."

"I come in peace, I swear."

"I just wanted to talk... with you." I said, pointing out the black werewolf.

Woah, he might really be...

"Enough guys, I know who he is. Let me talk with him."

"Are you sure about that? You don't even know him, right?" said Hunter

"I know enough. He's not dangerous. Trust me."

He's trying to... protect me?

"My name is Daniel too."

"And I know why you're here. Actually, we both know."

"It's because..."

"I saw you in a vision" we said at the same moment.

I knew it.

I knew it.

"Another vision?" said the werewolf squad

"Yeah, I had another one. It happened yesterday." I answered

"This time though, it was like... we had switched bodies. Because we both had it. For a moment, he was in my body, and I was in his."

I... can't believe it. I... I found him.

"I saw a beautiful place. I was on a great hill. Behind me there was a Midnight Forest, and in front of me, the Forest continued down a valley, with a river that was passing through it."

"The Moon was Full-"

"-and she was magnificent. And the Sky... it simply was- spectacular. It was full of Stars, and I could even see some falling stars. And then, there were the Northern Lights, which danced freely in the sky, and between the trees."

"And it felt like... an endless moment."

"And I," I said, "I've seen you. All of you. I remember every single face."

"It was a Night of Full Moon, but that Night, here, it was a Red Moon."

"And I, I remember it soo well. My vision seemed too, like an endless moment."

"You were in a swamp."

"Some of you were blocked in mid-air, some of you were playing in the mud, some of you were chasing each other..."

"Wait, how could we be blocked in mid-air?" the werewolf squad asked "I told you lots of times! It felt like an endless moment! It felt like time was slowed down, or even blocked!" I answered for him

"Yes, that's what I was trying to say"

"In that moment... gosh, I felt alone, really alone. That's why I'm here. Not just for you, Daniel, but also for this pack..."

"So, who's... the Alpha here?"

Wait, does he...?

"I am. The name's Rain." Rain said with an intimidating voice

"Rain, what a beautiful name..."

"I... I'd like to join, if... like, I know that... we don't even know each other, but... if you don't want to... I'll return to be a loner, I guess... and I'll waste this opportunity given to me by the Moon."

"You WHAT?" the pack asked Yeah, I knew it. She really is capable of everything...

I felt exactly the same, Daniel. Alone, entirely alone, and I craved to join a pack so much... but then, the Moon saved me. Rain, please, say yes. You can't deny the Moon's calling. For his own good, for our own good...

"If the Moon sent you here, I can't deny her calling. It'd be a taboo if I didn't follow her rules." Rain said "So, if she sent you here, there must be a reason, right? And I'm pretty sure that the reason is... finding happiness." "So, for the Moon's Blessing, you're one of us now, Daniel. You're now part of the Rainfang Pack!" she said with a smile on her face "And now, shall we celebrate the new member?" "YES! TO THE NEW MEMBER! AND TO THE MOON!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" the entire pack howled, included me, to welcome the new member, and to thank the Moon

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I joined the pack's howl

After... all this time... I was, craving... I almost lost hope...

But, hope never fades, right, Moon, or should I say, Magic?

Thank you. I won't forget it.

I am finally part of a pack. Gosh, I can't wait to show them all the beautiful places... that the Multiverse contains...

Now, I want to see it clearly. And so, after we finished our wolfish chorus... "Daniel, I need-" I said.

Wait, has he thought my same idea...?

"Do you want our hands to touch, and then let Magic do the rest, don't you?" I asked him

"So, you had my same idea!" I said to him, excitedly

"Yes! Yes!!" I said happily

This is really him. I might have found... my twin soul brother...

"Under the Light of the Moon-"

"-we shall touch our hands-"

"to see if we share the souls of two brothers!" we said at the same time

And when we touched our hands... we felt it. Together. Our souls, they're almost identical. Our worlds touched. And so, for a moment, I was able to see on his side, and he on my side. That's how I finally understood why our souls aren't totally identical. It's because his soul... it has... something special...

Born to become werewolves... that's what we are. Chosen by Fate, to be different from all the others.

In the end, even if he never wanted to be a werewolf, when he became one, in the end, he accepted it. And now he couldn't live without it.

And if it wasn't for the fact that mine was born to be a Divine Soul, our souls would be 100% identical.

This honestly felt like I had found... a lost brother... a twin brother...

In that moment, I felt so happy, that I hugged him.

Wow, I actually wasn't expecting this, but I really accept it.

And after a moment of embarassment...

"And now... gosh I've waited a lot to tell this... I want to take all of you on a journey."

"Daniel, the place that you saw in the vision", I said, "it's called Nocturnia."

"And it's the planet where Magic originated. And where the Night is eternal."

"Wait, WHAT?" the entire pack said, and me too "The planet where magic originated? AND A PLACE OF ETERNAL NIGHT???" the werewolf squad was extremely curious, and I was too "I WANT TO GO THERE IMMEDIATELY!!" Tori said excitedly "YES, ALL OF US WANT TO GO THERE!!!" Hunter said. Actually, I've never seen him this energetic "BUT HOW CAN WE REACH ANOTHER PLANET???" I asked myself

"Oh, I have the solution, don't worry. This, for your eyes, will be spectacular."

I turned myself to the direction where I came from, and...

"リ𝙹ᓵℸ ̣ ⚍∷リ╎ᔑ" I said while gesturing

We felt a huge blast of wind. A portal opened in front of me.

Ah, the old Magic. When I don't have any tools, I can rely on her.

"Woah" the entire werewolf squad said (included me) "This is spectacular..." A big purple portal full of runes opened in front of our eyes... but wait, they're the same... yes, those are definitely the Forest's Access Gate runes. I wonder why...?

"This is Nocturnia, the planet where Magic originated, also known as the Planet of the Eternal Night."

The entire pack crossed the portal. For a moment, they remained... almost petrified... at the mere sight of the planet's beauty.

Then, they went in all the directions, staying close to the portal's zone. Some were playing, some were exploring, and some were beholding that natural show. Daniel was one of them. He remained by my side.

"This is the most beautiful place that I've ever seen... even better than the vision itself..."

"And for me, this is a werewolf's true home..."

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

"AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Wow... when I howled, Daniel answered me, then the other werewolves, and then the rest of the pack...

So, this... this is how a werewolf feels like when he has found the right pack... he feels happiness... he feels a bond... he feels that, he has... a family.

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I only hope that... nothing will ever happen to them. Because little they know, of who I really am.

At least, now I'll be able to reach this place a lot more easily thanks to the help of portals...

Moon please, give them protection. [YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY HOURS I'VE SPENT WRITING THIS. THIS MIGHT BE THE LONGEST STORY THAT I WROTE FOR THE PACK. Gosh, I'm exhausted, but I wanted to finish it...]

[I hope you'll like it!! And now, before I fall asleep on the keyboard, let me take my Millenniun Falcon and fly away from here... TO INFINITY AND BEYOND, which is my bed lol]

(I actually posted this by mistake. There's still something that should be modified. But, at this point, you could try to tell me your full opinions about this!)

#werewolfkin #my story #daniel writes #rainfang pack

[rockunderthewater]

Hello again 🐋🤍

Ask one:

First of all thank you for being here and writing all those beautiful letters to me, it's so precious and warm like a sun in midnight!! magical yet glorious. Secondly, I know I've said it before but I'll say it again, you don't disturb me it was me who didn't know to handle such a kindness coming from you, because you're a good soul who I don't think I deserve tbh... When you said that we didn't talk at the wrong time maybe it's true, because Allah always have wonderful plans for us maybe it's one of it? It was magical how you didn't check Tumblr for months but when u checked you found me replayed, soub7an allah really lol!! Maybe things did happened in the right time after all! Thank god for that... You said I'm a good person but a good person would never ignored the way I did, I still feel bad and tbh I can't see myself as a good person with you! I'm sorry I'm really sorry it was such a cruel act from me and I deserve it so you don't have to thank me for anything please... It's your kindness bring us here, so I'm glad you have such a kindness in your heart. Please never stop loving never stop being good and kind to people. Thank you... I'm really feeling loved Right now, and you too have a beautiful mind ! So thank you again

Ask two:

Thank you!!! I'm really happy that you liked my taste in music it means a lot to me wellah! 🥹🤍🤍🤍🤍🐋

Your messages weren't bothering me, it was who felt this strange feeling? Like "I don't know what to say so I'm just gonna leave" I felt pressured which is not your fault it was mine!! It was me who didn't know how to deal with your messages? because everything you said about me was coming from a pure soul and heart and I never had such... I acted childish and left when things didn't make sense to me.. I'm sorry I'm really am, I wish I can go back to October and change things. You succeed in making me feel beautiful and see beauty in me so don't worry, but I'm afraid I didn't do the same thing for you even though you are shining like star above!! I'm sorry I didn't make myself clea ..yes I could've just said that I need space and things maybe would probably be different but like I said I acted childish I'm sorry for making you think that you're making uncomfortable or disturbed... Because you didn't actually it was exactly the contrary!! I'm doing fine for now I wish you're doing better than me though thank you for asking I really appreciate it 🤍🤍

Ask three:

Oh you think so? 😭😂 I love writing yes maybe I should try writing a book and see how things goes lol!! + I love the neighbourhood! Thank you ksskskskks

And I agree with you... Not leaving till the other person said so, I wish I was like that like you! Because when someone hurt me the slightest I just leave because I know that I'm no longer welcome in their life, so I never force myself into people's life no matter what. Even if they were once my favorite person! That's how much I can get hurt so easily... that's why I wish as strong as you... I do respect that in you and respect you as a whole too!! Just you reading this it's crazy lol like Allah really did listen to my prayers after all it's so cool I just couldn't believe it!! I appreciate your willingness to be here for me... I'm really lucky to have such a pure soul in my life thank you, thr same goes for you tooo I'm here whatever u needed help or just a person to talk too...

Ask four:

I'm sorry I closed my ask and stopped replying it's so childish like... I swear I didn't know what happened to me it was all weird and blurry I'm not proud of it, and I hope your forgive me I know it's hard to do so... so it's fine if you don't want to talk with me anymore! But thank you for giving me a chance to explain myself to you. It wasn't your fault, you talked so beautifully to me you said nothing wrong nothing but kind words full of love, abd noooooo you don't have um ugly taste in music 😭 the quite contrary your taste in music is soooo wonderful and cool and I'm honored to listen to it!!! Thank you again for sharing your music with meeeee hehehe

I wish I was as good as you describe me, or ass pure as you see me... It's beautiful how you see me , how you the world I bet you have a prettiest eyes ever!!

Ask five:

Yes, regret it's such an ugly feeling but somehow I deserve it because after all I hurted you and made you think that you're a bad person... do I do deserve it really.. thank for being kind to me after all what happened! People like you deserve everything good in this world, same was happening to me whatever you cross my mind I smile and pray that you're doing better, sometimes I go back to your old messages and read them lol. YESSS i do remember this song "I talk to the wind " it's my favorite sooo beautiful i mean the whole album is pure gold really!!

Ask six:

Thank for allowing to speak to you again... I'm really happy wellah and I'm feeling a lil bit good about myself now!!

Your words are so beautiful...your mom raised you well mashallah.. Allah Ykhaliha lik Insha'Allah 🤍🤍🤍 I'm lucky to be a great friend to you, so after all I did a good thing to you yes? Hehehe I'm glad wellah, being a comfort to someone means the world for me so thank you...thank you

May Allah bless your soul for being such a good person to this cruel world! You're kind, full of love, you made full of love I can't even breath I'm so full of your words, full of you!! And you're a gift to me, to remind me that there's still kindness in this world, please take a good care of yourself because we can't lose you!! We need you, the world need you!! Heavenly, is so perfect to listen to, so I'm here giving you all my love!!! You gave me more than a proper answer!! You answer to everything and made me feel good about myself again so thank you for taking the time and reply to me... Thank you and never stop talking about the things that you love and find interesting!! It's wanna hear about it all of it!!

It took me so much to write all this I'm sorry for making you wait, I was listening to Hozier playlist while doing so it's so beautiful I wish it comes to your liking!!

https://youtu.be/Gf9ejlsVLoc?si=exI7C_x250PW8iL3

#ask

[survey--s]

654.

Describe your most recent purchase: Ear cleaner and antibiotics for Simba who has a minor ear infection.

Did you enjoy the last movie you watched in theaters? I haven't been to the cinema in almost four years lol. The last thing I saw was Cats which was appallingly cringy.

If you make surveys, where’s the last place you saw a survey made by you on another person’s site? I see them on here fairly regularly, they seem to do the rounds every six months or so.

Do you take the subway train often (if your city has one)? We don't have one here - the nearest is Glasgow I think but I haven't been on it. I use the Tube whenever I'm in London though.

What shoes did you wear today? I haven’t worn any yet and I have no plans to wear any either.

Does your sibling have a significant other? I don't have any siblings.

Have you ever cried at a real wedding? No. I've only ever attended my own wedding and never cried.

How would you feel if a girl asked your boyfriend out for a drink? I mean, that's just completely not his thing at all so I'd find it very unusual if he said yes.

Do you live in an apartment or a house? A house.

Do you use Skype? No. Does Skype even exist anymore? lol.

What do your flip flops look like? I don't have any - Archie destroyed my only pair and I never got round to replacing them. They were SO comfy though.

Any idea what you want for your next birthday? We'll probably have a meal out somewhere and then I normally get £50 worth of vouchers for one of my favourite stores.

Are there any gadgets of yours that need charging right now? Nope.

What’s the name of your nearest grocery store? Spar, but it's just a small one attached to the petrol station.

What do you use to remove makeup? Simple facial wash/scrub depending on the day. I use both.

Which awards show would you wanna go to the most (e.g Oscars, Grammys etc.)? None of them interest me at all, honestly.

Any idea what time you’ll be going to bed tonight? I normally go to bed around 9-10pm and sleep around midnight-ish.

Do you think George Clooney is hot? He's not unattractive but he's not my type either.

Have you ever participated in local magazine cover girl searches? I don't think we have that here.

What colour is your keyboard? Silver with black keys and white writing.

Do you keep the plastic/paper/whatever bags after you buy stuff? The paper ones go in the recycling but we keep plastic bags and re-use them at home all the time. They're useful for cat litter or when we're having a clear out.

Do you own any high waisted pants? Just leggings.

Do you know anyone who has two different coloured eyes? I know a dog who has that, lol.

Do you wanna be a pirate or an elf? Hmm, if I had to pick, then probably an elf.

Have you ever purchased anything online? Sure, loads of things. I buy stuff online at least 2-3 times a week as we live in the middle of nowhere and don't have many shops here.

Gold or silver accessories? Silver or white gold.

Have you ever been called a skank/slut because of the way you dress? Yeah, as a teenager.

Have you ever ridden an elephant? No. I've fed elephants and stuff before though.

Are you a fan of acrylic nails? If they're tasteful then sure, but I don't like those really long ones or the pointy ones. They just look freaky to me.

#survey #surveys

[purplesurveys]

1756

Do you want the last dream you had to come true?  No. It was a nice dream, but I'd rather it stay a dream.

When did you last talk to the person you'd most wanna talk to right now?  It's 3 AM on a Saturday which means there is absolutely no one I'd want to be talking to.

What kind of pill did you last take?  Paracetamol for what was probably the worst migraine I've ever had in my entire existence, a week ago. I had never had a harder time driving – in fact I pulled over as soon as I reached the village gate because I really needed to collect myself – my entire body felt like it was heating up and I was really worried that I would pass out any moment. I felt so relieved when the pill started to take effect and when I started to feel my mind and my body coming back.

Do you like wearing glasses?  Can't say I particularly enjoy having them on but I just...kind of need them to survive, lol. There's no other way to put it other than sheer necessity.

Does your mom know the last person you hung out with?  Lui, Laurice, and Jum? Probably not. She knows I have a college friend group, but she wasn't as attentive towards them anymore as she has always been with my high school friends. Like she'd recognize Angela and Sofie in a heartbeat, but if I mentioned those ^ names to her, 100% she'd ask where are they from hahaha.

What were you doing 4 hours ago?  I was wrapping up the evening with Laurice and Jum.

What would you most like to eat right now?  I just ordered KFC for delivery and it's on its way here so I'm pretty stoked for that.

How long were you last in the car for?  It was around two hours, miserably so. I took both Jum and Laurice home even though their places were wildly out of the way; it had been approaching midnight and I just wanted to be sure, with my own eyes, they got home safe.

But then on my actual route back to my house I took a wrong exit and ended up on the highway with all the motherfucking goddamn PAIN IN MY ASS 10-, 12-, 200-wheeler trucks, so that added an additional half hour or so to my ETA.

What is something good that happened last weekend?  I spent the ENTIRE Saturday rewatching all the Twilight movies. Started 11 AM, ended exactly at midnight. I still feel giddy thinking about it lmao, I love that stupid franchise so much.

Do you like holding hands or do you think it's stupid?  It's cute but I would only do it with a partner. I feel awkward doing it with a friend for too long.

The last song you heard, what does it make you think of?  Namjoon, because it was a Namjoon song.

How'd you get your last injury?  Don't really know if it counts as one because fortunately it didn't end up leaving a mark, but a couple of days ago I held a mozzarella stick that was way too hot to be touched at that moment and I wasn't able to immediately drop it, so my index finger was very very tingly and in pain for a while after that.

What do you like about your birthday?  I really enjoy celebrating my birthday and look forward to it every time, and it's honestly for the sole purpose of getting to say that I made it through the past year.

Do you like being home alone at night?  I loooooove the feeling.

What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade?  What is '10th grade' even equivalent to? Would that be sophomore year? Anyway, I guess I remember being stung by a jellyfish during a school trip but apart from that I've done quite the job of forgetting most things from high school.

What's the scariest thing that's happened to you?  Being terrorized by men.

Has an ambulance ever come to your house?  No.

The person you're thinking about - what are you thinking about them?  Not thinking of anyone.

When did you last skip class?  Idk, probably in 2020. I'm sure I was able to cut a few classes before the world went to shit.

Do you like the shape of your fingernails?  Yes, I love everything about my fingers haha. Idk I like that they're long and slender and that my nailbeds(?) are an okay size. I'll get complimented on them every now and then too.

Did you look at your fingernails for the question above?  Yeah for a little bit.

Whose pool did you last swim in?  The resort that I went to in late 2021, with my old work team. I don't like pools much.

What's something you like about your 3rd hour?  My...what?

Is formspring a good idea? It depends. If you're the kind of person that drama tends to follow, probably not as it's just an invitation to get harassed/bullied.

What's your biggest problem at the moment?  Angela is possibly bailing on me for Kaye's birthday tomorrow – a party where Angela would be the only person I'd know because everyone else is from Kaye's college years (and we went to different schools LOL so who in the fuck–)

It's been a bit of a bother but I'm also like...whatever about it? in a way that whether she's joining me or not, I'm attending regardless. I don't like it when people flake on stuff I've planned so I'm not doing the same for Kaye who's probably super excited for tomorrow.

What's the cutest thing someone's ever done for you?  Get me flowers? Idk I'm pretty easy to please hahaha. Angela and Hans surprised me with a bouquet for my birthday last year and that sent me melting.

When did you last see a police car?  Not sure but it must have been just within the last month or so.

Why aren't you doing something more productive than this? This is the most productive I could be at 3:41 in the morning, tbh.

How many people know about the last person you kissed?  Everyone. I pathetically didn't shut up about her the entire time we were together.

How many different cars have you driven?  3. My car, our old Vitara, and I've also had to drive Bea's car twice when we went on out-of-town trips.

What did you do on Thursday?  The most notable thing would be that I went all the way to Manila to be support manpower for a work event. Manila is still gross as all hell.

What color was the last thing you drank?  Brown.

What do you do on Fridays?  Exponentially not give a shit about work as the day goes by.

Have you ever had to take desperate measures in a desperate situation?  Yes.

What door did you last open besides any on your house or car?  The door to a restroom stall.

What is the meaning of life?  Contentment.

[nothoughtsjusthoffstrahm]

for the movie ask game:

1, 7, 8

Thank you for the questions!!! 😊🖤🖤

1. What is your favorite film of all time?

Ohh boy, I have around 100 favorite movies saved on my list 😭 There are too many good movies in this world in my opinion-- But I can name like five of them, because obviously I won't start naming all 100.

First of all - most of the Saw franchise obviously - the exception being Jigsaw, I do respect the people who like it, I am, in fact, glad they do! however I didn't enjoy it AT ALL and this is the only movie in this franchise that I refuse to rewatch like ever again.

The other four:

* Halloween (1978)

* Emily (2022)

* Natural Born Killers (1994)

* The Midnight Meat Train (2008) (hiiighly recommend this one, it's WAY too underrated, I rarely see people talk about it and it's SO good!! Especially when you pair it with reading the short story it was based on, before or after watching the movie, the movie and the short story complement each other so well!!! I do really want to recommend it here especially, because this is a.o. a Hoffstrahm-brainrot page and I feel like many people who like Hoffstrahm would also enjoy the dynamic between the two main male characters in this movie 😋🥰 they have a rather similar relationship in certain points, that's all I'm gonna say)

7. Name a movie you're emotionally attached to?

Again Saw franchise, obviously, no one's surprised (this is gonna be one of the answers to most of the questions like let's be for real lol)

But beside that - *again, gonna choose only a couple 'cause I have too many movies like that:

* Maurice (1987)

* Tenet (2020)

* both of the 'new' IT movies

* Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn (2020) (watched this movie a few months after getting out of an abusive relationship - hit right in the feels)

* Little Ashes (2008)

* Halloween franchise

* Ravenous (1999)

* Witchboard (1986)

* American Mary (2012)

* The Lost Boys (1987)

8. What's your comfort film?

This question is definitely easier for me, because I actually have a list of those already written down!

Still, not gonna name all of them, just a few:

*Saw franchise again, obviously (I especially often turn on Saw I or Saw V when I feel down)

* Tenet (2020) (I am one of the very few people on this planet that actually absolutely adore this movie, yes)

* Bride of Re-Animator (1990)

* The Craft (1996)

* Kill Your Darlings (2013)

#thank you so much for your asks guys you have no idea how much they meant to me today really #i often feel especially lonely during my birthdays - today being no exception - so those genuinely made my day a bit brighter 🖤 #gonna get to rest later tonight!! #ask game #movie ask game #movie asks #personal