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Fours Company - Part 1

Everything is below the cut because this is just pretty much going to turn into porn. -Minors DNI

Summary - After hearing about Lyria and Azriel's agreement and arrangement with Feyre and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian are desperate for a taste.

Warnings - its long.. Smut. Fingering. Choking. Dom/sub dynamics. Fxf briefly, mxfxfxm dynamics play. Cassian is a switch. Subspace. Voyeurism. Degradation and praise. Free use mentioned.

A/N - I plead the 5th. Part 2 will be up soon. Also, peep "Slow Hand" link in my masterlist to learn about our dearest Lyria Vanserra.

Word count- Over 4k

Update:

Part 2

Lyria stretched her sore fingers, silently praising the Mother that her appointments were all finished for the day, and that she had opted to take a night off.

She loved Velaris, truly she did, and she was beyond thankful and blessed Rhysand had brought her here after her father had publicly disowned her Under the Mountain. 

He had purchased her that very night to protect her, bringing her into the small sanctuary his chambers would become for the two of them down there. She cannot freely touch you anymore. You are safe here, he had held her against his chest, allowing her to cry and be angry.

She had nothing to repay him with, but a gift that the Cauldron, Mother, and love of research had bestowed on her. And the second night she spent in Rhysand's chambers, she had spent it working every ounce of tension the High Lord held out of his body. It became their routine. She'd play the part of his eye candy, never to be marked or touched by another, and she'd repay him by ensuring he was at least out of physical pain and discomfort.

Maybe that was why she was suddenly the most popular massage therapist in the city. Who wouldn't want to pay for the time of the female the High Lord and Lady, along with their Inner Circle, all go to and rave about so loudly in public? She loved Velaris, she reminded herself again, and Gods did she love money and all the expensive things that came with it.

It had been the massage on Lucien that did her in tonight. Her poor older brother was not even a client or booked, but she had found the knot while stretching his neck trying to help with a headache he'd told her he had for days. She'd asked him to lay down and worked his back, shoulders, and neck until it finally came out. It had taken 2 hours. 2 hours on top of the 15 massages she had already given today. 

But she didn't regret it, she didn't regret a single thing as he thanked her and placed a soft kiss on her temple, promising her treats from every court he could manage to get to. 

She didn't even regret it now as she rubbed the cream Madja had made into her own skin, eyes fluttering shut as the pain relieving ointment worked its magic as she slid her hands under a heat pack. 

She could have slept like that, curled up in her soft bed, hands being warmed and relaxed as she used her magic to create the sounds of a forest in her dimmed room, but a knock on her door pulled her from the sleepy blissful state. 

She got up, knowing if it was a knock this late, it was a member of the Inner Circle, and she'd never deny them, no matter how tired or aching her hands were. 

Cassian was leaned against the door frame and she moved to welcome him in, immediately noting the casual sweatpants and t-shirt he wore. "Foxling," he said casually, taking a seat on the new couch Azriel had insisted on purchasing. 

"General," her tone was questioning. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She didn't miss the twitch in Cassian's lip. Mentally noting it for later when Azriel would get here.

She watched him lean forward, eyes locked on her. "Nesta and I know about the situation with you, Azriel, Rhys, and Feyre." Heat filled Lyria's body as she nodded, immediately feeling a flush hit her face. "We want a similar one." 

"You're very blunt tonight, Cassian." Lyria refused to meet his eyes. The discussion of the agreement with Rhys and Feyre had been done with Azriel present as Rhys approached you. "I would be more comfortable with my mate here."

Cassian smirked again as if he had prepared for that answer. "Azriel is currently in discussion with Nesta. I said "similar", little fox, not the same." He watched as she bit her lip. "We know you and Feyre swap. Rhys takes you out, plays with you with no actual sex, then goes home to his pretty little wife and family to fuck her brains out. Azriel takes Fey out, plays with her, and comes back here to rearrange your pretty little body. Nesta and I don't want to swap or to court. We just solely want to fuck you two. Whenever we'd like, wherever we'd like. With or without our mates involved. Do you understand what I'm asking for, doll?"

Her breath stilled in her throat and she nodded. "I would need to talk to Azriel." Cassian stood, coming over to her and backing her into the wall. "I can tell you right now, he's already agreed. He has conditions, just like he had with Rhysand." His arms came up, caging her between him and the wall. "The first of which is I do not get to be daddy, or sir, or show possession of you, and that's fine. The second is you had to offer submission willingly without him pressing you." 

She nodded, they were similar rules to the ones he had with Rhysand. "I still need to talk to him before I agree." 

"I know, princess," he was ranging pet names with her, she quickly figured out. Trying to see which one his brothers had not taken to ensure he had his own name for her. That one struck, he scent her arousal immediately. Cassian leaned forward, his mouth near the soft shell of her ear. "Don't make me wait too long, Lyria. I'll see you tomorrow for our session." 

He pulled away from her, walking out the door with a soft goodnight. Once the door clicked shut, Lyria sunk against the wall, arousal flooding her mind. Her hand quickly found her heart, feeling it beating erratically as she took long deep breaths. 

She had not noticed her mate appear until he was in front of her, ripping her leggings down and the tank top from her body. 

Azriel quickly sunk two fingers into her soaking wet heat, making her back arch as he rested his forehead against hers. "I got you, babygirl." 

He began pulling her apart. Lowering her completely to the floor. His hand found her throat as he pulled his fingers in and out of her the way she liked. "Does the idea of having Cassian inside of you turn you on, Lyria? Hmm?" He smirked as she whined, back arching as shadows began to play with her nipples and hold her hands down. "Or is it knowing Nesta wants to lick this pretty pink cunt until she's drowning that has you pent up?" 

Lyria felt heat filling her body again as shock set in. Cassian had not even mentioned the possibility of Nesta touching her. Of gorgeous, gorgeous Nesta with her long hair buried between Lyria's legs. "Oh?" Azriel teased, slowing his fingers down. "Did Cassian not mention Nesta wants you, babygirl? Did he not mention how Nesta has started buying toys to fuck you with?" Azriel felt feral as he watched her writhing on the ground. "I can see it now. Cassian and I sat in chairs with whiskey in hand, watching Nesta dominate you while my shadows hold you down and keep you vulnerable to her every whim and wish. Her making you cum again and again and again until your squirting and begging for a break." He could feel his cock struggling, aching to be freed from his pants.

"Or imagine this for me," his fingers picked up pace again, hitting the spongy part of her walls and making her cry out. "Me with you naked in my lap, only letting you cum when Nesta thinks Cassian is being good enough. Or her forcing him to eat you out while I fuck her and he can only listen." 

The deep growl in his voice had her tightening around his fingers. He groaned listening to the wetness of his fingers inside of her. "So delicous, babygirl. Making such a fucking mess on the floor. Should I make you lick it up while I fuck you? Do you want daddy to fuck you?"

Lyria nodded desperately, "Please daddy, Gods please!" 

Azriel wasted no time, ripping his own clothing at the seams. He flipped her to her hands and knees and buried himself deep inside on his mate. He pushed her head down to where a small puddle of her slick had pooled on the floor. "Clean it, little whore."

He fucked her brutally. Holding her head down and watching as she licked her arousal and essence up. He immediately looked to find his and her high as quickly as possible after Ness had riled him up, whispering in his ear all the things she wanted to do to Lyria. All the things Azriel would now be stroking his own cock picturing until they came to life.

Lyria was just as desperate. The tension between her and Cassian had built when she was teaching him how to dance. She was attracted to the male, his hands, his thighs. She was attracted to Nesta. Her aura, her body, her quick wit. Her mind snapped back to her mate as that coil began to threaten to pop, but she knew better. She knew better than to cum without his permission. "Daddy, can I cum please?" His hand found her throat again, growling in appreciation for her submission. 

"Cum on my cock, babygirl." She soaked him, screaming his name, chanting it over and over like a mantra as she milked him. He fell over the edge quickly after she did, collapsing onto his forearms on top of her. 

The room was filled with the sound of their labored breathing and with the scent of sex. She opened the windows using her magic, knowing she'd have to air out her home before clients came tomorrow.

Azriel pulled out of her, falling to his back while pulling her on top of him. "You are under no obligation to say yes, Lyria." He stated as his hands began to run through her hair. He kissed the top of her head. "Your hands have been hurting today, I felt it through the bond." 

Lyria nodded, lifting her hand that hadn't tangled itself in Azriel's dark hair. "I might need to take a week off," she admitted softly. "It's just so hard to say no. I've been working with anywhere from 8 to 15 clients a day depending how much time they book."

Azriel hummed, his chest almost vibrating with the deep sound. "Maybe we could go to Dawn for a week. Rhys has a cabin there near a river. Whenever my hands start to bother me, I go there and lay in the river."

"Cold therapy?" Azriel nodded at the question, admiring his mate's intelligence once again. "Do you want to?"

Azriel knew it was a double question. He looked at her, raising a brow. "Of course I'd love to sit naked with you in a river." 

She shook her head, smiling. "Do you want to have an arrangement with Nesta and Cassian?"

He had already brought it up to Rhys and Feyre after talking to Nesta. The two of them did not care. They were as eager to share Lyria and Azriel's love and devotion with Cassian and Nesta as they were to take it for themselves. They just wanted a rotation and schedule worked out between the 6 of you to ensure Rhys still got his time with Lyria and Feyre her time with Azriel. An easy task in all honesty. "I am not against the idea. But it is your comfort level, my spark." He kissed her lips before moving to stand up with her and carry her to the bedroom. "Just let Cassian know tomorrow what you decided or if you need more time."

-

Lyria prepared the room for Cassian, her last client of the day. She switched to the custom table she had made for him and Azriel a few months ago, heating it with her magic before adding on the soft coverings and lighting Cassian's favorite candles that he said reminded her of a rainstorm in the mountains. She created that atmosphere with her powers and then waited.

She had Cassian for 2 hours. He had booked a longer session knowing that this would be his first massage since coming home from a 4 week trip the training camps. She had been working with Madja on a special oil and lotion for massages and was excited to use it for the first time on Cassian, knowing the general was open to anything when she had his muscles bending to her every will.

It was made with a certain herb she and Madja kept quiet from Rhysand due to its taboo nature. It had been shown time and time again by countless healers to aid in stopping inflammation, provide pain relief, and it's a wonderful moisturizer, but for some reason a certain High Lord, her father, refused to see use in allowing easy access and regulation to it despite seeing how it had saved Spring's economic state.

A knock pulled her from her thoughts of Beron's stupidity and went to the door, opening it for Cassian with a smile. 

"Hello gorgeous," he smirked at her, "what do you have planned for me today?"

She lead Cassian down the hall. "I was thinking we'd do a deep tissue with hot stone mixed in since it's been awhile. I have you down for 2 hours and if we need longer, that's totally fine since you are my last one for today." 

Cassian was thrilled with the idea. Silently thanking the Mother that Lyria always seemed to know what her clients needed. "Sounds good, princess. Azriel said you had a new oil you wanted to use today?"

Lyria nodded and bit her lip. "You can say no," he nodded and raised his brows. "It's made with mirthroot. You won't get high from it, but it has so many benefits to the muscle system regarding swelling, inflammation-"

"Princess, I've been using mirthroot off and on since before you were born. I am perfectly fine with you testing it on me. So would Rhys and Azriel."

He smiled as she squealed and bounced in place. "I'll let you get comfy then! You can pick which side we start on or if you just want to do your back today!" He watched her practically skip from the room with a small smile and shook his head. 

He laid on his stomach, covering himself as he got comfortable. He had hoped she'd be willing to focus on his back, but knew from Azriel her hands had been killing her the past 2 or 3 days. Rhys wanted to take Lyria on a little vacation, all three couples, as did Azriel. Rhys was hoping on that vacation he'd be able to convince her to cut herself back to 5 to 8 clients a day with a few days off throughout the week instead of just evenings off. They, as selfishly and selflessly as possible, did not want her to have to stop her little business. 

Rhys has spent years trying to find a massage therapist as skilled as she is. He'd have to spent a millenia trying to replace her. 

She re-entered the room, dimming the fae lights. "Just your back today then?" 

"Yes please." 

Lyria knew Cassian was asleep 30 minutes into the massage, he always was. He has told her once it was that special time during the week where he could just focus on himself, on his body, his spirit. It was his self care time, and that had always been a high compliment for her. She worked his shoulders, feeling knots she had previously gotten out trying to form again and sighed as she realized she needed a better angle to get them out. 

The professional line between her and all of the Inner Circle had blurred when Azriel and her were officially known as a couple. She was given liberties and consent with their bodies and with them topics of discussion with her. She climbed on Cassian's back, not fully setting her weight into him, to dig as gently as she could into the spot between his wings that was getting tense again. 

All three of the males had this problem. It was just worse for Cassian for some reason. It was an area the two of them focused on intensely in their sessions, sometimes to where Cassian told the female she was a tiny torturess and terrorist. "Cassian," she stroked his back lightly to wake him.

"Oh top of me already, princess? Could have at least let me roll over." His deep voice was laced with sleep causing it to be slightly gritty. "It's back, isn't it?" 

"Mmmhmm," she confirmed while rubbing his back. "If I get it now, it won't be as bad as if we wait again." 

He groaned, wings falling in a little temper tantrum, "Fine. Just, get it over with. My safeword is pineapple." 

She laughed as she got started. "Does Nesta make you use your safeword a lot?"

Cassian chuckled below her. "No. Your mate used to though when he, Rhys, and I all used to fuck around." They both tensed at the quiet confession. "I didn't tell you that."

"Oh yes you did." Lyria dug into the knot, rolling her elbow in it. "Tell me Cassian."

He let out a slightly pained moan, "We used to bring a single female back to Rhysand's mom's cabin and take turns with her or fuck her two at a time with the third brother shoved down her throat. If it was just one at a time, while one of us was enjoying the fairer sex, the other two would be enjoying each other."

"Oh?" Lyria was blushing. "And they enjoyed this?"

Cassian would have looked back at her offended if her elbow wasn't currently dug into the sole source of his discomfort the past few weeks. "Lyria, I have never failed to make a female cum at least twice in all my sexual interactions. Of course they enjoyed it." She released the hold in Cassian, rubbing the area gently again to feel where the knot had broken into small pieces. "Azriel used to be rougher than I think he is with you. Especially with Rhys and I because he knew we could take it."

"I've told him to stop holding back," she confessed. "I figured he wanted more."

She mentally cursed herself as her hand made contact with the leathery membrane of Cassian's wing as she reached for the oil. "Lyria," Cassian growled in warning. 

"I'm sorry I-" She couldn't respond quickly enough, Cassian had somehow found a way to turn with her on top of him, setting her down directly on his hips and holding her there with his hands. "It was an accident, I swear."

Cassian's eyes were animalistic as he studied her. "I need your answer now." 

Her hands had fallen to his chest, her eyes had gone wide. "Lyria. I was told I do not get to come home until you say yes. Give me your answer now so I can argue with you and change your mind if I have to."

The word fell from her mouth with hesitation. "Yes." Cassian's head fell back as he groaned, gripping her hips tighter. "What are the rules?"

"Only that we have to keep the bonds open." Cassian was eager to start playing with Lyria immediately. He began to grind her core against his hard length with a groan. "Azriel already told me if you agreed I could have fun with you today. Nesta just wanted me to tug the bond twice if you agreed so she could come watch."

"I don't know if I want to do anything today. This is supposed to be me massaging you and taking care of your body." Cassian smirked. Her words said no, but the faint wetness he could feel from her said yes. 

"Are you sure? I can roll back over, princess. We can plan an official start date and sit down. Or I can give you a fun quick ride. Your choice."

"I'd like talking to Nesta first more." She hadn't even gotten to see Nesta yet to speak to her friend about this agreement. She understood why. The dynamic between her and Azriel was clear as day. That daddy babygirl dynamic showed them the control he had over her sexually. "I want to talk to Nesta first." 

Cassian smiled and nodding. His respect for the youngest Vanserra grew, as did his adoration of her, at the respect she was giving his mate. His Ness. "Then let's get this wrapped up so I can fly you to the house, princess." 

-

The flight to the House of Wind of the fastest she had ever taken. Cassian strolled in the doors, still carrying her. "Ness, I'm home momma!" He walked through the entryway, smiling as he got to the living room. "And I brought a snack."

Lyria waved at her friend, laughing as Nesta began to snicker. "The snack's mate is upstairs in his room. You should leave her here with me and go get him." Cassian set her on the sofa opposite to Ness before bounding up the stairs.

For the 3rd time in under 24 hours, Lyria was under the gaze of a predator waiting to make her it's next meal. Ness moved to the sofa with her. Almost cornering her between the arm of the furniture and her own body. "Don't you just look," Nesta paused, looking her over, breathing in the faded scent of her arousal. "Tasty today?"

She tucked a long red strand of hair behind Lyria's pointed ear. "I've missed you." 

"I missed you too," Lyria admitted. "I wanted to talk." She became distracted quickly as Nesta trailed a long finger down the column of her neck. She raised a perfect arched brow waiting for her to continue. "About the arrangement."

Nesta's eyes sparkled with something Lyria instantly realized was arousal. "What's there to discuss? You are free use for Cassian, Azriel, and I. The bonds stay open at all times." 

"What about boundaries?"

"Do you have boundaries, pretty girl?" Nesta began to kiss her throat. "Anything you don't want us to do, you just say the word and we stop." Cassian and Azriel had come back downstairs. Sitting across from them and watching as Nesta kissed up and down her neck, nipping along the way. "What's her safe word, Azriel?"

Her mate was smirking, shirtless in his sweatpants as he leaned back. "It's a color system. Green is good, yellow is slow down, orange for when she needs praise to continue, red for stop completely." 

Lyria knew she was drenched at this point. Falling into that safe place and haze she always did with Azriel. "Fuck," her mate groaned as sensed it down the bond. "Free use, Nesta." He reminded the oldest sister.

Her hands were squeezing Lyria's breasts, playing with her peaked nipples through the fabric. "Cassian, undress my toy for me."

"Yes, mistress." Cassian pulled Lyria up, forcing her back against his chest. He had started to lift her shirt until Nesta tutted.

"Rip them off of her. She made us wait. She doesn't get fully gentle." Lyria whimpered as Cassian grabbed the tanktop she was wearing and tore it, then her bra, pulling the fabric from her body. "Just the seam of her leggings, they're wet enough." Nesta commanded as she removed her dress. Cassian's hand trailed from her collarbones down, stopping to pinch both of her nipples and making moan. Nesta was bare on the couch, legs spread wide as she began playing with herself. 

Lyria gasped as Cassian reached her soaked core through her leggings. Both hands tore the ruined fabric with easy. "Play with her but don't let her cum. I want her punished for making us wait." 

"Of course, mistress." Cassian forced her into his lap on the chair, forcing her legs to be spread wide for Nesta to watch. 

"What a pretty pussy, Azriel. No wonder you've kept her to yourself." Lyria watched as her mate moved behind her and Cassian.

"You were given an order, general. Do not disobey your mistress. We do not want to have to punish both of you." Cassian's calloused fingers immediately found Lyria's folds, gathering her wetness before circling her clit and making her moan out. "Good boy," Azriel praised. His hand found Lyria's chin, ripping her gaze away from him and forcing her to watch Nesta. "She's been dripping like that for you for several days, Lyria." His mate whimpered. Drool forming as she saw Ness gather her own juices and squeeze her breasts with the other hand. "I expect you to lick her clean when she's done with you, babygirl. Do you understand?" Cassian chose that moment to push a single thick finger into her, making her cry out and wiggle against him.

Azriel watched, a smirk building on his face as he realized slowly they may get to truly punish Lyria. "One," Azriel began to count. Cassian curled a finger into her gspot, and Nesta picked up speed with her own teasing touches. "Two," Lyria's brain was screaming for her to say "yes daddy," but she was too lost in the feeling of Cassian pushing in a second finger, stretching her cunt. "Three," Nesta's smirk had grown feral, her moans picking up as she grew excited about them getting taken to Azriel's dungeon. "Last warning, babygirl. Four," Cassian curled his fingers again, stopping any thoughts she had other than moan and panting. "You asked of this, baby. Remember that." 

Azriel walked to Nesta, darkness surrounding them first as Cassian chuckled behind her, his fingers still playing in her sloppy cunt. "I can't wait to see you, dripping, chained, and bruised by my mate." He whispered as he kissed her neck. "Be a good girl and cum for me. Cum on my hand, princess." His palm pressed down on her bundle of nerves and she screamed Cassian's name. He groaned at how tight she became, at how her sweet cunt milked his fingers as her release coated his hand. 

He took his fingers from her drenched core, raising them to her mouth. "And you've broken two rules." A deep timber came from behind them and Lyria stiffened her eyes going wide as Cassian pushed his fingers into her mouth and gagged her. "I hope you mentally prepared for this, angel." And darkness surrounded them.

[aylacavebear]

Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 19

A/N: So, I passed my last GED test today. I graduate on June 5th. So, ya'll are getting a celebratory chapter posting today. Enjoy. <3

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 4989

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Pack connections/bond, You might need some tissues, Things are still a little overwhelming for the reader, she's got a lot to learn now, Dean being an utter sweetheart.

A/N: Professor Robert Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character. Alaric Saltzman is from The Vampire Diaries.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle, please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 19

The days leading up to Sam and Jess’s departure passed in a haze of warmth, laughter, and stolen moments. No one said it outright, but you all felt it—the weight of time slipping through your fingers, the inevitability of goodbye lingering just beneath the surface. So, you stretched every second, holding onto laughter a little longer, hesitating just a beat before saying goodnight, as if you could make it all last.

Mornings were slow and easy, spent lingering over breakfast at Dean’s cabin. The scent of coffee curled through the air, mixing with the fresh pine outside as the four of you fell into an effortless rhythm. Jess perched on the counter, swinging her legs as the two of you debated the best way to make pancakes, while Sam leaned against the table, tossing in his own two cents, mostly just to get a rise out of Jess. 

Dean, ever the opportunist, took advantage of the distraction. He slid up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms bracketing you against the counter as he reached over and stole a handful of chocolate chips straight from your prep bowl.

“You’re gonna regret that,” you warned, elbowing him lightly as he tossed a few into his mouth.

Dean just smirked, chewing slowly, entirely unrepentant. “Worth it.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could swat his hand again, he snagged another pinch and popped them into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

Afternoons were spent outside, the late-summer sun stretching golden light across the land. You hiked the trails winding through both territories, raced each other across the bridge over the river—Dean and Jess always competing too seriously, while you and Sam laughed as you took your time. More than once, you and Jess ended up sprawled in the grass of a clearing, faces turned to the sky, sharing quiet conversations.

“Feels different, doesn’t it?” she murmured one afternoon, her voice soft with something almost wistful.

You turned your head to look at her, finding her already watching you. She didn’t have to elaborate—you knew exactly what she meant. 

Before, you had understood pack bonds in theory, seen them in the way others moved around each other, in the easy warmth and unspoken connection they shared. But you had never felt it. Not really. Your mutation had kept you separate, unable to scent, unable to grasp that instinctual tether.

But now? Now, it was different. Dean’s claim had rewired something in you, and since then, you felt it—felt her, as part of you. And just as the bond was beginning to settle into place, she was leaving.

Jess didn’t say anything more, just offered you a small, reassuring smile before turning back to the sky. You watched her for a moment longer, committing her to memory. She had always been a part of your life. Now she was part of you. 

It’s not fair.

Evenings were quieter, more intimate. As much as the four of you cherished your time together, you also carved out space for your mates. Sam and Jess took long walks through the trees, their voices carrying through the night air in soft murmurs. And Dean? Dean kept you close, pulling you into slow dances in the kitchen, pressing lazy kisses to the curve of your neck as you swayed to old rock songs filtering through the radio.

“It won’t be the same without them here,” you admitted one night, your voice hushed against the warmth of his chest.

Dean tightened his arms around you, hip lips grazing your temple. “No, but we’ll see ‘em soon. And ‘til then…” His hands slid to your waist, fingers teasing at the hem of your shirt as his breath brushed your ear. “I’ve got plenty of ways to keep you occupied, sweetheart.” The last night before Sam and Jess left, the four of you shared one final dinner together—no distractions, no rush, just the comfort of being together. You cooked, settling effortlessly into your place beside Dean, your mate. You barely had to think about it anymore, how easily you worked together, moving in sync around the kitchen. Jess watched you with a knowing smile, something warm and understanding in her gaze, and you knew she saw it too—the way things had shifted, the way you had settled into this life with Dean, fully, without hesitation.

When morning came, the goodbye was softer than expected, but no less bittersweet. The four of you stood by the car, the warm breeze stirring the trees as Sam shut the trunk, Jess lingering with her arms wrapped tight around you.

“You’re gonna be okay?” Jess murmured, voice quiet but sure.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, nodding. “Yeah. I just… I wish you didn’t have to go.” Jess pulled back, cupping your face, her thumbs brushing away the tears that threatened to spill. “Write your book. Enjoy the alone time with Dean. Focus on him,” she said gently.

Sam stepped in then, tugging you into a solid, reassuring hug, his hand rubbing up and down your back. “We’ll see you in about three weeks,” he promised, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. “Right before the full moon. The four of us are a pack, and we’re all going to run with you.”

Dean stood beside you, solid and steady. He didn’t say much—he didn’t need to. The warmth of his hand at the small of your back was enough, a silent promise anchoring you in place.

As Sam and Jess finally got in the car, you exhaled slowly, fingers curling into Dean’s shirt as you watched them pull away. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, voice low and sure.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured. “They’ll be back soon. And until then…” He tilted your chin up, his smirk easing the weight in your chest, green eyes glinting with something warm and promising. His fingers traced slow patterns at your hip, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I get you all to myself.”

The drive back from seeing Jess and Sam off was quiet at first. You stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, the weight of their absence settling over you. But Dean wasn’t having it.

“You thinkin’ too much again?” His voice was warm, teasing, but there was something knowing beneath it.

You glanced at him, already catching the flicker of mischief in his green eyes.

“Maybe,” you admitted.

“Can’t have that.” The next thing you knew, the truck swerved slightly, just enough to jostle you toward him. A sharp gasp left your lips a you grabbed onto the console for balance, shooting him a glare.

“Dean—” “What?” he grinned, completely unapologetic. “It’s my job to keep you outta your own head, sweetheart.” And he did. By the time you pulled up to the clearing, your cheeks ached from laughing, your mind lighter than it had been all morning.

Dean put the truck in park and hopped out, coming around to your side before you could even unbuckle. He opened the door, offering his hand, and when you took it, he pulled you into him, arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“C’mon,” he murmured, “got something to show you.” You turned, following his gaze to the stretch of land ahead. It was bustling with movement—both Winter and Winchester pack members working together, clearing ground, stacking supplies. You recognized Bobby speaking with your father near a pile of freshly cut logs, while Ellen barked orders at a group unloading stone.

Dean stayed at your side, letting you take it all in.

“It’s really happening,” you breathed.

“Yeah,” he said, a quiet pride in his voice. “It’s ours, Y/N. The start of it, anyway.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest. The new cabin wasn’t just a place to live—it was home. Built by both packs, for not just you and Dean, but for Sam and Jess as well, for your future.

Dean squeezed your hand, grounding you. “Wanna take a walk? Check it out?”

You nodded, stepping forward with him, leaving the past behind and walking toward what came next. Heads turned as the two of you approached. Some out of curiosity, others out of instinct. For so long, your scent had been utterly unpleasant, even to some of your own pack. But now? Now there was no wrinkle of a nose, no subtle shift away. If anything, there was a quiet acceptance, a recognition that hadn’t been there before.

Bobby was the first to greet you, stepping forward with a nod. He took an exaggerated sniff, rubbing his nose for effect. “Well, look at that. No more burnin’ my nose hairs off.” Dean let out a bark of laughter, his hand slipping to the small of your back. “Guess that means you’ll have to find something else to complain about, old man.” Bobby grunted, but there was a glimmer of approval in his eyes when they landed on you. “Guess I will.” Ellen crossed her arms, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Took you long enough, Winchester.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Just because Bobby claimed you the first week the two of you met doesn’t mean I had to do that with Y/N.”

You giggled quietly at that one, as Dean sounded almost like a grumbling pup. They were kinda cute together, Bobby and Ellen.

Jody stepped up next, giving you a once-over before a warm smile broke across her face. “How do you feel?”

For a moment, you hesitated—not because you didn’t know, but because putting it into words felt almost too big. For so long, you had only known the absence of connection, the muted space between yourself and everyone else. Now, it was different.

“Good,” you said finally. “Like… I’m where I’m supposed to be.” Dean’s fingers flexed at your back, his silent way of telling you he heard every word.

The work continued around you, both packs moving in sync as they cleared land, measured, and prepped materials. Watching them, a warmth bloomed in your chest. Then, another new scent drifted toward you—comforting, steady.

Your dad.

He pulled you into a warm, tender embrace, his arms strong and steady around you. “Being bonded looks good on you,” he murmured against your hair, voice thick with emotion.

Something inside you settled into place, and you blinked rapidly against the sting of tears. “He’s a good alpha,” you whispered.

When he pulled back, his eyes glistened with unshed tears of joy. His thumb brushed over your shoulder, like he was memorising the moment. 

“I missed you, too, Dad,” you chuckled. “Care to show us around?”

Your dad started walking, and with a reassuring squeeze of Dean’s hand, you followed. The ground beneath your shoes was uneven, still raw from the work being done, but it felt solid. Real.

“You’re looking at about a nine-month build, give or take,” your dad explained, gesturing toward the open stretch of land. “Longer if the winter’s rough. We’ll get as much done before the first snow as we can.” You nodded, eyes tracing the foundation markings already taking shape. Stakes and string outlined where the walls would stand, and stacks of lumber were neatly piled, ready to be used. You could already see it—your home, standing strong against the backdrop of the trees.

Dean’s thumb stroked slow circles against the back of your hand as your dad kept talking. “Most of the framing should go up before the first freeze. We’ll get the roof and insulation in before the worst of the cold hits.”

Your gaze flickered to the people working, both Winter and Winchester members moving in sync. Laughter and conversation wove through the crisp August air, the scent of sweat and sawdust clinging to the site. For so long, you had felt like an outsider in your own pack. Now, standing here, that weight had lifted.

“You’ll have to make some decisions soon,” your dad continued, rubbing his jaw as he glanced toward you and Dean. “Layout’s mostly settled, but finishes, flooring, fixtures—you two need to talk that over.” Dean chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Jess already made all the notes on that. They’re back at my cabin, in the folder.” Your head snapped up, brow furrowing, but before you could get a word out, Dean cupped your cheek., his touch grounding you. 

“Jess is sneaky that way, sweetheart. She knows you,” he murmured, his voice warm with affection. The love in his eyes had tears burning at the edges of yours. ”She said you’d want it simple—warm lighting, natural tones.”

A tear that slipped down your cheek, and he brushed it away before tilting his head to capture your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. You melted into it, the rest of the world fading for just a moment—until your dad cleared his throat. 

Both of you broke apart, laughter bubbling up like teenagers caught sneaking a moment alone.

“Sorry, Dad,” you mumbled, cheeks heating.

He chuckled. “I’ll get used to my baby girl all grown up eventually.” His voice was teasing, but when his gaze settled on Dean, there was something deeper there—more than words could express. A silent acknowledgment. A father’s approval.

After a beat, he exhaled. “I’ll send Garth by later to pick up the folder.”

The construction site buzzed with activity as your dad led the two of you through it, the air alive with the sounds of hammers, saws, and the occasional shout of laughter. Even the low rumble of machinery added to the organized chaos, breaking fresh ground and shifting earth for the foundation. Men and women from both packs moved in perfect sync, their efforts blending together like a well-rehearsed dance—strong hands lifting beams, steady voices calling instructions, sweat and determination shaping the future before your eyes.

Dean’s hand tightened around yours, pulling you out of your daydreams of the future. “Ready to go?” he asked, his voice soft, but carrying that familiar warmth that always made you feel like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

You nodded, looking up at him with a smile. “Yeah. You need to be there for when Garth stops by later.” Dean gave your hand one last squeeze before leading you back to his truck. The ride back to his cabin was quiet, save for the steady hum of the engine mixing with the distant call of birds through the trees. As he pulled up to his cabin, the warm golden sunlight streamed through the canopy, casting a glow across the space. 

Dean cut the engine, shifting to look at you with a lazy smirk. “Why don’t we take the rest of the day off?” he suggested, the teasing edge in his voice softened by the sincerity in his eyes. “I think we’ve earned a lazy afternoon.” You grinned, already picturing the comfort of being wrapped up in him for the rest of the day. “You know I’m not going to argue with that.”

Once inside, you immediately set to making lunch, while Dean—at first��just stood there, watching you. His mind wandered, lost in images of a future that these simple, easy moments always stirred in him.

Without looking up as you layered the different meats onto the bread, you smirked. “You just gonna stand there and stare at me?” The teasing lilt in your voice pulled him right back, lips twitching into a smirk of his own before he sauntered over.

His hands settled on your hips, his chin on your shoulder, his warmth seeping through your shirt. “Can’t help it, omega,” he murmured, voice low, content.

You chuckled, a slow smile playing at your lips. “Careful, alpha. I might think you’re up to something,” you purred, matching his playful tone.

Just as you were finishing up, his fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming your skin with a touch that sent a slow, curling heat through you. “Maybe I am,” he murmured against your neck, lips barely ghosting over your skin.

A shiver danced down your spine, but you held firm. “Food first,” you stated, biting back a laugh when he let out an honest-to-god whimper, his hands freezing mid-ascent up your sides.

Dean pulled back just enough to reach around you, grabbing a plate with a grumble. “Such a bossy omega,” he muttered under his breath—but you could hear the fondness laced through it. And if you weren’t mistaken, maybe even a little pride.

You and Dean ended up curled on the couch, plates balanced on your laps as some old western played quietly on the TV. Neither of you was paying much attention to it—too content enjoying the simple comfort of the other’s company. Dean, true to form, kept sneaking chips off your plate, even though you had put twice as many on his.

“Dean,” you warned playfully when he swiped another chip.

He grinned around the stolen chip. “What? I’m a growing alpha,” he said with a wink, making you shake your head and nudge him with your knee.

Before the banter could go any further, a knock sounded at the door. Dean sighed, reluctantly peeling himself off the couch to answer it.

“Garth,” Dean greeted as he opened the door, stepping aside to let the other alpha in.

Garth gave you a small wave as he stepped into the living room, eyes immediately finding the folder sitting on the coffee table. “Your dad said you had the cabin plans,” he said, glancing between you and Dean.

Dean grabbed the folder and handed it over. “Yep. Everything he marked is flagged. If you need me to go over anything—”

“I got it,” Garth interrupted with a smile. “Trust me, I’ll make sure it gets done right. You two enjoy the rest of your day.” He gave you a little knowing smirk before heading back out. Dean shut the door and leaned against it with a groan. “So much for our lazy afternoon.” You chuckled, patting the empty spot beside you. “Doesn’t mean it's ruined.” Dean wasted no time returning to your side, pulling you right back into him as if you belonged there—and truthfully, you did.

The day slipped by easily, quiet and unhurried. After dinner, the two of you cleaned up together, moving around the kitchen in sync—Dean washing, you drying—until everything was put away and the warm glow of the cabin lights made the place feel impossibly cozy.

By the time you both got ready for bed, the exhaustion of the day mixed with the comfort of being there—with him—wrapped around you like a soft blanket. You’d barely pulled back the covers when Dean appeared behind you, hands slipping easily around your waist.

“Hey,” he rumbled, voice lower now, thick with something far more than just tiredness.

You hummed, leaning back into him. “Hey.” His nose brushed along the curve of your neck, inhaling like he couldn’t get enough. “Still gonna tell me ‘food first’ this time?” he teased, the faintest edge of mischief in his voice.

You smirked, heart fluttering at the gentle possessiveness in his touch. Turning in his arms, you tilted your head slightly. “If I was still making us food? Yes, I would.” 

He half groaned, half growled at your teasing, loving how you kept up with him. “Sassy tonight, omega,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your shoulder.

“You like me sassy, alpha,” you replied softly, leaning into his touch.

The second those words left your mouth, Dean’s restraint snapped like a worn thread. His mouth was on yours before you could breathe, deep and hungry, but reverent all the same. He handled you like something precious and vital all at once—his hands steady, his touch familiar, but tonight it carried more weight.

Clothes were shed between whispered words and soft laughter, your bodies finding that rhythm that came so naturally when it was just the two of you. Every kiss, every caress, every soft growl against your skin left you gasping—not just from the sensation but from the sheer way Dean worshipped you without even trying. 

You met him there, gave him everything, just as he gave himself to you—mind, body, and soul. And when it was all said and done, you found yourself tangled in his arms beneath the blankets, his hand tracing lazy patterns along your back. His heartbeat, strong and steady, thrummed against your ear as you lay against his chest.

“You’re mine,” he whispered—not like he owned you, but like he cherished you.

You hummed against him, eyes heavy with sleep but unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. “Always.”

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The next morning came too fast.

Breakfast was slow, coffee quieter than usual. You lingered over every detail of Dean’s cabin—the creak beneath the kitchen floorboards, the worn wood of the kitchen table under your fingertips, the way the soft autumn light filtered through the curtains. Everything felt heavier now that you knew you’d be leaving soon.

Dean stayed close without hovering, always a few steps away, always watching. Not in that possessive alpha way, but like he was guarding you from the edges, letting you have the space without ever letting you feel alone.

You slowly repacked, dragging it out. Double-checking things you’d normally toss in without a second thought. Dean slipped in and out of the room under the guise of tidying up or grabbing another coffee, but you caught the way he lingered at the doorway each time. Watching. Waiting..

What you didn’t catch was the quiet addition he made to your bag. Tucked beneath your folded clothes—two of his. His flannel, the one you always stole when mornings got too chilly, and one of his old worn shirts, soft and threadbare, carrying his scent. He didn’t say anything. He just knew. Knew what you’d need when you found yourself back home, alone.

The truck ride back was quiet, but not strained. Dean’s hand found yours on the bench seat, thumb tracing slow circles over your skin. You clung to that small touch more than you let on.

But the second Winter land came into view, it hit you.

The cabins were tucked into the trees just as they always were—but Jess’s Jeep wasn’t there. No laughter spilling from the porch. No familiar scent riding the breeze. It felt… hollow.

Dean parked and didn’t move. His hand tightened gently around yours.

“You okay?” he asked, voice soft, steady.

You nodded, but it wasn’t a lie or the truth. “I didn’t think it’d feel so… empty,” you murmured, throat thickening. He didn’t press. Just leaned in, nuzzling his nose gently against your temple. “I’ll be here, with you,” he murmured. “I don’t have to head out for work till the morning.”

You breathed him in, letting those words hold you for just a second longer.

Inside, the ache settled fast. Jess’s absence wasn’t just noticeable—it was everywhere. Memories clung to every corner. Late nights on the porch. Coffee before either of you could form full sentences. Jokes and whispered secrets beneath blankets. You swore you could still hear the echo of her laugh.

Dean helped you carry the bags in without a word. He saw it hit you, but he didn’t interrupt it. He knew you needed it. What mattered was, you weren’t doing it alone.

You stopped just inside the living room. Your chest ached. It wasn’t just Jess missing—it was realizing how much had changed. From being unclaimed, to now, to trying to make sense of things you should’ve learned instinctively. Babies were born into this—they knew how to scent their parents, feel that bond. You? You were only beginning to understand it, fumbling through it like it was foreign because, in so many ways, it was.

Dean took your bags and his small overnight one to your room. A quiet smile tugged at his lips when he set them down. The last time he slept here… you’d claimed him.

God, has it been over a month already? The thought made him chuckle softly to himself before he came back downstairs.

You didn’t even notice. You were too deep in it—memories of Jess, of a life that felt familiar but suddenly strange. 

Dean, steady as ever, started making himself useful. Tossing spoiled food, clearing out empty containers, making mental lists as he checked the freezer and cabinets. Not because he expected you to eat tonight, but because he knew you needed him right now in a way you couldn’t express in words. 

The rest of the day passed in a quiet haze. Dean didn’t mention the grocery store, didn’t mention that mental list he undoubtedly was still running through in the back of his mind. He stayed. Not hovering, but present—always within reach, always watching.

You tried to busy yourself with small tasks—unpacking, putting away a few things—but it all felt half-hearted, not even getting through your entire bag. Dean filled the gaps without a word, moving through your cabin like he belonged there, like he wasn’t going anywhere until you found steady ground again.

By late afternoon, the quiet started to feel heavy.

Dean, leaning against the counter, tipped his head toward the kitchen. “C’mere,” he said softly. “Let’s get you to eat somethin’, sweetheart.” You hesitated but followed him, letting him gently guide you to sit at the table. He rummaged through your cabinets, making do with what little you had. Eventually, he settled on a can of soup—the kind you and Jess would joke about when neither of you wanted to cook—and got it warming on the stove.

It wasn’t much, but Dean didn’t make a show of it. He simply placed the bowl in front of you, sliding a spoon into your hand. “Ain’t gourmet,” he said with a soft smirk, “but it’ll do the job.”

You managed a few bites, mostly because you knew Dean wouldn’t push, but he also wouldn’t let it go. Just enough to take the edge off the hunger you hadn’t realized was gnawing at you.

After dinner, Dean didn’t rush you. Instead, he led you upstairs with a quiet, “C’mon, let’s get you settled.” You let him pick through your dresser, finding you a pair of sleep shorts and a soft, slightly oversized shirt. He set them on your bed before turning to you, a soft smile on his lips, tenderness in his gaze.

You let him help you change, though it felt like you were only going through the motions. His touch was gentle, steady—but this time, he didn’t let his fingers tease your skin. Not now. Not tonight. You tugged nervously at the hem of your shirt as Dean gathered your discarded clothes and dropped them in the hamper. When he returned, he gave you a once-over and the softest, proudest smile, like you’d just survived something bigger than you realized.

He settled you on the edge of your bed, then knelt behind you without asking, fingers gently untangling your hair as he worked a brush through it. You felt the tension drain from your shoulders with every pass. Dean didn’t speak right away, just let the quiet surround you both.

Finally, you broke. “Dean… how do I make this stop hurting?” Your voice cracked. “It’s like there’s this hole, right here.” You pressed a hand to your chest. “Like it’s supposed to be full, but it’s just… empty.” Dean’s movements slowed but didn’t stop. He leaned in, breath warm against your shoulder. “When pups are little,” he murmured, “and their parents have to step away for a bit, they leave somethin’ behind with their scent. Blankets, shirts, whatever’s close. It helps ‘em settle. Helps ‘em not feel so… lost.” You blinked, eyes stinging. “You think that’ll work?” “I know it will,” he said, voice low and sure. “Your bond with Jess is strong, always will be. Having her scent close—it’ll ease that ache. Won’t make it disappear, but it’ll help.” You nodded slowly, letting the idea sink in.

“I’ll go with you,” Dean added, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll grab a couple things from her place before it gets too dark. You didn’t trust yourself to speak. You just turned enough to press your cheek to his, closing your eyes as he kept brushing—anchoring you, just like he always did.

That night, you curled against Dean, tucked beneath the blankets, Jess’s throw clutched tightly between your fingers. The soft fabric smelled just like her—fresh, warm, like sunlight and that faint hint of lavender she always carried. The scent filled every breath you took, wrapping around you almost as securely as Dean’s arm.

Dean didn’t say much. He didn’t need to. One arm was draped around you, the other tracing lazy circles over your upper arm, his touch light and rhythmic. It was grounding. Safe.

Your mind shifted back to earlier, when you’d first stepped into Jess’s cabin. The moment you’d opened the door, her scent had hit you like a punch to the gut, sharp and staggering. It had taken everything in you not to crumble right there on the threshold. Dean had been there, steady and sure, his hand finding yours without a word. He’d led you through the space, past familiar furniture and half-read books left on the table, until you reached her room.

It wasn’t much, just a simple little throw folded on the foot of her bed. But the second you’d picked it up, the ache in your chest had eased—just enough to breathe again. Surrounded by her scent, you’d felt it settle, that wild and overwhelming loss, softening into something bearable.

Now, here in the quiet of your room, it helped you hold yourself together. Dean’s steady touch, the soft sound of his breathing beside you, and Jess’s scent weaving through it all.

You weren’t okay, not yet—but you weren’t drowning either.

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dancing in a jazz bar pt.2

scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader angst!!

part one here

a/n; sorry this took so long, i was SO BUSY this week but i hope you enjoy. I have some more things cooking up so watch you (chris x reader) YAYAYAYAY okay have fun bye byebye

It’s been a couple of days; today’s the first day back at work. Some part of you feels lonely; some part of you never realized how much you saw Matt. Or maybe how much you annoyed him. You had rage and sadness all wound up in you, forming a constant tight knot in the pit of your stomach. 

You don’t know if him not reaching out to you is better or worse than if he did reach out to you. You desperately try not to think about him, about that night, but every time you get a moment to yourself, it just plagues your mind. When you see him in the office, the teacher lounge, or just anywhere, you can’t not clench your jaw and look down. 

When you get home, you just curl into bed and eat crappy takeout, wishing you were anywhere else. Wanting to take back everything you did or said. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

If you think it’s taken a toll on you, Matt has been in ruins. Him giving you “the space you need” has been harder than expected. He’s lived the past few days playing that moment over and over, regret filling his mind, leaving him with a migraine. 

He hasn’t properly slept or eaten since that night. Once he got home from your apartment, he just collapsed on his couch. His usual night routine, containing watering his plants and doing basic skincare, slipping away from him. 

You wouldn’t look at him in the short moments you would pass each other in the hallway. If you looked at him, you would see sunken-in tired eyes and messed-up hair. He knew it was getting back when students asked if he was doing alright. 

He knows he needs to do something, but he doesn’t know how to. Does he do a big gesture like flowers and a mariachi band, or does he beg for your forgiveness with a heartfelt message? A text, maybe a call, would in person be better? He spends hours sitting in bed contemplating every possible outcome of his actions. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

You go set up your things for your 5th period music class. Putting your notebooks and papers on top of the piano binder sitting on the stand at the top. Students start to shuffle into the class, some sitting in seats, some congregating near the piano. While you get situated, you can’t help but overhear some of your students’ conversations. 

“Yeah, Mr. Sturniolo has been looking just really…sad looking. Just like tired.” One student says worried, making you look up slightly. “I know he just seems off makes class kinda of a bore.” Does he look tired because of you? You don’t want to be narcissistic, but you never know. 

All you do is sit there just thinking about Matt and yourself and if you should reach out. “Uhh, Ms. Y/l/n, the bell just rang.” A student says to you, pulling you away from your thoughts. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Good Morning everyone!” Your teaching personality switching on like a light switch. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

You can’t stop thinking about Matt and what your students said. Your head is reeling, not knowing what to do. You’ve never felt like this about anything, and you don’t want to mess it up. 

When you leave work, you desperately need a pick-me-up feeling like a bus hit you. You sluggishly make your way to a local coffee shop, slumping into a seat. You contemplate everything. Maybe Matt was just sick. You thought he would’ve reached out by now if it was really affecting him that badly. You certainly were not going to reach out to him, beg him to be with you, and grovel for it. 

You had fully accepted your defeat, knowing nothing could take things back to the way they were. Tomorrow, you would try to make new friends and put this whole thing behind you. 

Leaving the coffee shop, you mosey your way home, taking the longer way and just enjoying your time you have to yourself.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

Matt got to your apartment at 2:45. He gunned it to the flower shop, then to your apartment door, assuming you would be home right away. He made sure to fix his hair up and smooth out his wrinkly clothes. 

It’s now almost 4:15, and he’s sitting outside your door. He knows you’re not in your apartment because he knocked about 10 times over the course of 30 minutes. So now he’s just waiting, hoping you would be home soon. Even if you weren’t, he’d wait and wait until you were. 

All he could do was sit and wait. 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

Halfway through your “peaceful walk,” the rage and confusion in you were too pent up. You never fully realized how much he meant to you, and now he’s gone, you don’t know if it will help or make it worse, but you at the very least deserve an explanation. 

You turn on your heels and walk right to Matt’s apartment. You’ve only been there one time when he had to grab something, but you definitely remembered it. 

Storming up the stairs in a fit of rage, ready to lay it into Matt that what he did was so wrong. You knock on his door 3 times. “Matt, I really need to talk to you.” He doesn’t see any light on inside and can’t hear anything, but you knock three more times. “Matt, if you’re in there, don’t ignore me again.” 

You sit outside for 5 more minutes before you get impatient. Pulling out your phone, you fish for his contact. Ring, ring, ring. “Y/n? What happened?” He sounds nervous. “Matt, I’m outside of your apartment. I’m guessing you’re not home.” Your voice now filled with embarrassment. You hear a sigh on the other side of the phone. “Oh, y/n, I’m outside of your aapartment. Ive been here almost two hours.” 

You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation fully hitting you. “I’m sorry for the other day, y/n. I shouldn’t have left you like that. I-I was just scared and hearing you cry like that…” He trails off, cutting off your laugh. 

“Matt, I came here to yell at you. These past few days, I’ve just been upset and angry. I thought you hated me.” Your back is against his door, waiting for him to respond. “I can’t do this over the phone anymore. Let’s meet in the middle. Okay?” He’s more forward than he usually is, but his voice is still nervous. 

“‘Kay, see you soon!” 

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･  

The sun was already setting when you got there. The short 10-minute walk felt like hours this time. That’s when you see him, standing there looking around, slightly wilted flowers in his left hand, his right hand on the back of his neck. You stand there for a second before going up to him. When he turns to see you, he looks relieved, like he thought you weren’t going to be there. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry. I was such an ass. You didn’t deserve that. I understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I at least had to try. I’ve never done this before—“ Your arms warm around his neck, cutting his rambling off. You pull away, cupping his face. “You’re—“ before he could speak, you cut him off again, kissing him this time, taking in the moment. 

As you two deepen the kiss, somewhere in between, your bag falls to the floor, and soon after, the flowers. Through the haze of the kiss, you hear various “Go get him”s and whistles from people passing by. You two eventually pull away from each other, catching your breath. 

“You dropped this. Also, I got you these.” He hands you your bag and now semi-crushed and wilted flowers. “I had this whole thing planned where you would come home, and I would talk to you. But that clearly didn’t work out.” He smiles, a slight blush coming onto his cheeks. 

“Matt, don’t worry about it. Just don’t do that again, or I swear.” You become stern before you start laughing. “You want to get something to eat?” You turn to ask him, his face looking disappointed. “I was just gonna ask you that,” he complains, moving his arm to pull you in by your shoulder. 

“Oh, you’re lucky. I’m giving you another chance.” You lean into him, giggling and walking down the street, looking off into the sunset. 

“Trust me, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” 

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a/n; hope yall enjoyed!!!! This took me so long to write bc i had HORRID writers block. Go read some of my other stuff okay bye byebye

more scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader here!!

[freds-one-piece-fics]

Straw hats x reader: How it begins hc

-you first meet the straw hats when visiting a town, looking for a place to work and have stability.

-today was your first day of your job, after a lot of convincing that you could handle the tough activities you’d be paid to do.

-your large figure definitely drew eyes but it wasn’t what caught the crew’s attention.

-nope. It was the absolute unit of a massive tree you were carrying with one arm while the other was occupied by a cart full to the brim with logs that would normally be pulled by 4 horses.

-it wasn’t hard to miss either with every town dweller making space for you while side eyeing you nervously.

-Luffy was the first (and at the moment only person) to approach you with such enthusiasm.

-it surprised you for sure, but you tried to mimic half the enthusiasm out of politeness.

-“greetings sir, lovely weather we’re having?”

-“it’s really cold actually.”

-his bluntness was another little surprise, but you found it amusing nonetheless. It’s nice to have a friendly chat with someone for once, outside of work, of course.

-speaking of, you couldn’t stay too long, and although you could hold these logs all day, you’d rather not waste time.

-so you leave him be, thinking it’d be the last time you two would speak.

-well you were wrong.

-This time you’d meet the straw hat’s crew consisting of a red head navigator, a long nosed sharp shooter, a blonde chef, a mossy green swords man, and a cute little reindeer.

-turns out their boat was a little worn, nothing too expensive, but definitely wouldn’t survive the places they’d be going.

-the swordsman, reindeer, and the long nosed man were skeptical when meeting you, the deer and long nose were for fear reasons, the greenie was mostly suspicious but also somewhat uninterested.

-you didn’t find this weird though, you were use to it, however you didn’t know that they were judging your every move because their captain put you on the “going to make my nakama” list.

-gotta make sure your future crewmate isn’t bad news, y’know?

-after they hang around, waiting for their ship to get some small repairs, some of the crew members eventually start talking.

-the blonde chef man was one of the first (other than Luffy) to actually introduce himself. He was very courteous, always offering to bring you and the red head a drink even after you declined politely the 5th time.

-the skittish man and deer would test the waters, waiting for Luffy and Sanji to start the conversations before getting comfortable enough to have small chatter.

-Chopper was pretty happy to not be called a little dog for once, and appreciated you not treating him like… an animal? Even though he is technically an animal, he appreciates not getting treated as less…

-and Usopp found a lot of what you are working with fascinating, adding his own tidbits and insights about certain tools you were holding in that moment.

-you knew nothing of what he said.

-although it seemed like it, you weren’t an engineer, but you were useful when it came to positioning hard-to-move parts.

-but despite not looking at them as you held a large, heavy beam for another coworker to hammer on tight, you listened carefully and answered every other question.

-you were actually pleasant to talk to.

-each day, the crew would get comfortable, hanging out in the ship area to overlook the process despite the town having more than enough activities.

-you weren’t sure why they would hang out here when there wasn’t much to do other than to watch, but you appreciated the company.

-the red head did leave to check out the shops the first few days, but she did get to talking to you, and she mentally regretted not talking to you sooner.

-you were so nice despite doing all this work, getting your ear talked off, and she actually felt heard. You understood her frustration with the men throwing away money getting everyone into trouble.

-it was nice to be around someone who isn’t yelling 24/7 despite being within earshot.

-then you reach the last day.

-the goat boat is finished with some nice touches.

-you’re prepared to send the crew their way, telling them the ship was in good condition thanks to your coworkers before Zoro finally speaks to you directly.

-“why not go out for a drink, eh? A little thank you for helping with the ship.”

-you almost decline, saying you only move stuff around when the others start to chime in enthusiastically.

-“yeah! I wanna go eat at that restaurant I spotted near the food market area! It’s fun chatting with you and we don’t wanna leave without a send off!” Nami said with a lot of cheer in her voice

-“plus… I’ll pay.”

-well shit. When she puts it like that…

-you accept, while she turns to tell Zoro that the feast would be added to his tab.

-he didn’t like that.

-anyways, y’all go and get drunk and fueled up.

-Zoro challenges you to a drinking contest, which you accept out of politeness (much to the dismay of the other more sane crew members).

-much to their shock, you actually out drink Zoro.

-he’s heavily drunk but is conscious enough to not pass out or make a completely stupid decision.

-and you sat there, only buzzed.

-“it’s genetics.” You dismissed.

-it wasn’t a lie, it definitely was, but it wasn’t naturally occurring…

-anywho! You’re just about ready to leave to get back to your workplace to catch some sleep when Luffy stopped you.

-you know what comes next…

-“become my Nakama!”

-you sit there, almost stunned.

-how do you answer that???

-“��no?”

-cue the silence.

-“…you don’t wanna be our friend?” your veins completely iced over when the little deer looked at you tearfully.

-“n-no- I mean I enjoy being your friends, but I just started a job here.”

-“the job where you only follow orders and do nothing else? Sounds boring.”

-there’s the bluntness once again. Typical Luffy.

-but it does make you uncomfortable for a few different reasons…

-“it doesn’t seem like much of a life if I’m completely honest. It doesn’t seem like others are interested in having a conversation with you outside of work”

-Sanji immediately snaps at Zoro for the comment, but you did take in what he said.

-you listened. And you knew it was true.

-this job… wasn’t really what you wanted. You escaped with the intention to never follow orders like a trained dog ever again.

-you only wanted it because you needed to have… something.

-so you find yourself mildly convinced.

-mildly.

-“you have enough beds, correct?”

-it really didn’t take much convincing, did it?

-so there you all went, sailing into the unknown. Not knowing just what a mistake you may have made from simply giving in to the smallest of pressure…

~~~~~~~~~~~

Woo this was a rough start lmao.

I haven’t wrote hcs in a long time, so this is gonna be awkwardly written 👍 but I’ll get a hang of it again

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

On this day May 31...

Happy 5th Anniversary to the film which has the lowest critics in MonsterVerse but more badass Kaiju fights: Godzilla: King of the Monsters!

I was 14 years old when I finally watch this movie and that goes my fanatic Mothzilla ship. I still couldn't move on the sacrifice of Mothra and Serizawa TBH, I was fucking crying the whole time. (Fuck you Emma Russell for being a bitch to your family, you're not a good mother, but you reformed for the sake of your jackass)

Anyway, Mothra is superbly beautiful and her designs are sleak and much more real-like moths. That was the reason why those lovely eye patterns I saw made me realized that she and Godzilla are both King and Queen and their symbiotic relationship is a harmonious aspect of why they are Alphas. I regret nothing about them.

Okay, Ghidorah here is an awesome badass kaiju and I like the canon divergence of three heads with different personalities (I have seen motion cap of the actors from behind-the-scene of the film, they're fun to act). Rodan, my spicy fire chicken, is also super cool...let's just say he got stabbed by Mothra's stinger and forcing himself to submit from Ghidorah as his beta before Godzilla in the final part yeeesh, he deserves it.

Human characters are more solely focused and why would anybody had to criticized it? Meh, it's just their opinion. I don't mind.

And now I'm watching KOTM today with my parents (I'm preparing a tissue RN).

Anyway...

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I STAN FOR MOTHZILLA NATION 🦖💖🦋

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Can I request a rejanis fic based off of,

"And you're just a control freak!"

maybe some angst? ;))

Puppeteers

|| Regina George x Janis Imi'ike

read part 2 here

|| Warnings; toxic relationship, arguments, swearing, shoving, break up, short drabble

|| Summary; Regina and Janis have been arguing none stop for weeks, today it stopped for the last time.

Requests open!

Started; october 2nd

Finished; october 5th

~~~

Regina and Janis have been together for a little over a few months, much to everyone's surprise. It started off smooth with only a few fights here and there but lately things have really been getting out of hand. It's rare to see them not arguing. It's almost a miracle they're still together.

Today was no different than yesterday. Another argument broke out while the girls were at home. It started over something so small, so pointless that neither of them even remember why they were arguing in the first place; but neither wanted to give up and call truths. Even if internally, somewhere deep down they did.

The shouting match continued its back and fourth, getting more intense and more personal by the second. It's been a good hot minute, but neither girls would soften the glares in their eyes.

"And you're just a control freak!" Janis screamed, Regina scoffed. Arms folded across her chest as she raised an eyebrow in an almost threatening way.

"Me? The control freak? Oh fuck off, Janis. You're just as controlling!" The blonde pointed her finger at the girl across from her and gave her a shove to distance them." Every little thing has to work out for you or you'll throw a fit! Honestly that's probably what fucking started this!"

Janis looked offended and a little hurt that Regina actually shoved her, the shove wasn't enough to knock her down. Just mess with her emotionally," So I'm the problem? Why can't you just take accountability!"

"Oh, here we go again! You're always so defensive! I'm always the 'one at fault', but newsflash! You can be wrong too, dipshit! Stop blaming everything on me and maybe take your own advice! Take accountability!" Regina shot back, there was a brief silence as Janis just stared at her.

"Wow. Regina. You know what, I'm done. Maybe we should just break up at this point cause what are we even doing?" Janis folded her arms, watching Regina with a hint of sadness behind the anger in her eyes.

Regina's arms unfolded, not wanting to be making the same pose as Janis. She placed her hands on her hips instead," yeah. Maybe we should. If people ask, I broke up with you. Get out of my house."

"Typical control freak." Janis muttered just loud enough for Regina to hear and stormed out of the house, gladly leaving.

Though as both girls felt the distance between them grow, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten with regret and guilt. They missed the other, but both were too prideful to admit it.

[chiharuhashibira]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆?

𝐀 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

Content Warning: None!

He loves eating. He's friendly. He loves to give compliments. He's beautiful. He's my friend.

But most of all, he's the flame that gave me warmth through the everlasting winter in my life.

Our eyes met when he first came back from his mission. Yes, I've missed him so much. Those weeks were empty; it's as if I just let them pass by.

It was dark. It was tiring. It was... boring.

But then he came back with his usual glee. I can still remember how Kyojuro opened his arms to embrace me. How I dreamt of feeling that embrace, as before his mission, he was never touchy towards me.

Actually, I think he never really touched me.

But yeah, the world stopped at that time. I don't care if Mitsuri needs his attention. I don't care if I don't belong to the Hashiras. I didn't care at all.

What I wanted was to just feel his warmth.

And yes. How I've missed him.

But yeah, Mitsuri's calling. "Rengoku-san, let's eat lunch!"

And what will I do? That's a Hashira, and of course, Rengoku will go with them.

I can still remember how Kyojuro touched my shoulder and told me, "Hey, let's catch up later. Okay?"

And of course, I nodded.

But you know what happened?

We didn't talk. We didn't have that catch up. We had no chance to do so.

And so days had passed. Actually, I think almost a month?

Kyojuro suddenly asked me to go out with him. Not that kind of "go out," but I think it's the kind of "eat lunch with me?" Like what he does with the other Hashiras.

But the difference now is... it's only the two of us. And that mattered—at least for me.

I didn't really think about it that much. 14 days to go? Pfft? Believe me, I wasn't counting.

I hadn't even told that to my friends. Pfft, Tanjiro never asked me what I'd wear on that day... Inosuke didn't bug me every day about whether he could go with us. Actually Zenitsu! He never told me that I should act cute. Pffft, of course they didn't know.

But yeah... Kyojuro always reminded me to tell Giyu that I would need time off from his tsugoku training. In fact, he reminded me for more than 7 days that I always wake up with a letter beside my bed telling me he's looking forward to it.

And yeah, that made me happy. That fueled the ember that is already inside my heart... only shining for him.

Yes, I like Kyojuro.

But yeah, I told Giyu I needed a time off without giving him details, and there...

My escapade with Kyo began.

The day felt long. It was too long for me to bear. Not that I am complaining, though, as I am spending it with him.

Paintings—who would have known Kyojuro would be so in love with art? He's not Tengen. He never acted like him, so how would I know? All he did before was recommend some theatre plays or sumo wrestling competitions that I should watch, and that's it.

But today's different.

We're surrounded by tonnes of paintings for that day, but among those, I only find him beautiful.

Kyojuro is the art that has already captured my heart. And I don't regret it...

I didn't regret it back then...

That day ended. And yes, we talked until we arrived home. We even talked until the days after.

Actually, he visited me more often than before, which astounded me.

But yeah, everything has an ending.

All this stopped on the 5th day. Yep. Stopped.

Kyojuro didn't message me every day through his Kasugai crow. He didn't visit me. It's like he poofed out of my life.

And what happened to me? Of course I wondered...

"Does he like me? Doesn't he? Am I overthinking?"

And yes, I think I am.

Actually, I think I shouldn't be thinking of him at all starting today. Why would I waste an effort on someone who can just suddenly throw me off?

I'm not being needy, Kyojuro. It's just that I keep wondering.

And now... you sent me a message, and when I wrote back...

12 hours after I wrote back, you still haven't written back.

Is this feeling bad, Kyo?

Should I just stop? Do you like me, Kyo?

Do you not?

Just tell me so I can sleep. I've been thinking about this all day.

I've been missing you again all day.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓…

Hewooo! Had this on my draft for a long time XD

But yeah! Thank you so much for reading! 🌸

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

Update! You can read this fic as a sequel if you want to! 💓

❥ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 - 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[youthinluv]

zb1 as songs in my playlists (fluff edition)

pairing ; zb1 x reader genre ; fluff tags + warnings ; fluff, established relationship, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, confessions, non idol! aus, college au, highschool au, cafe au, brother's bestfriend au, petnames and tiny bit of angst in ricky's part if u squint, idk what else author's note ; i may or may not have gotten carried away with hanbin's part a little because too many ideas came while i was writing it so expect a full expansion of the drabble in like. a month or two LMAO 😭 enjoy though!

kim jiwoong — 何なんw - fujii kaze "…Don’t you say you didn’t wanna know it. I love you all the same, all the time. Though I’m here with you through thick and thin. You can’t see me, you ignore me, because I’m too close to you" The sun shone through the curtains hitting your face. Reluctantly, you open your eyes to be greeted with an empty space next to you.

Confused, you get up and walk out of the room and into the living to be met with the wafting smell of pancakes, soft music playing and Jiwoong behind the counters in the kitchen.

As he turns around, he gets caught by surprise seeing you awake. "Oh, good morning. You're awake already?" he asks and you nod as you walk over to the dining table where the food had been spread out.

He pouts at this, "I wanted to wake you up with breakfast in bed, but you got up earlier than I expected."

"Well you can blame the sunlight for that." you giggle, and Jiwoong's face lifts into a smile as he watches you.

"Happy 5th to us, love." he places a soft kiss on your cheek. Smiling, you look up to him and return the greeting. "Happy 5th to us indeed."

Comfortable silence settled afterwards as the song continued playing in the background.

"The regrets that made you learn a lot can be easily forgotten by living everyday life. With a fresh and empty resolve in your heart." the artist sang and you couldn't help internally agree with it, finding peace with the everyday life you've shared with Jiwoong all these years.

——— 

zhang hao — my eyes adored you - fujii kaze cover (original by frankie valli) "My eyes adored you. Though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you. Like a million miles away from me, you couldn't see how I adored you. So close, so close and yet so far." Zhanghao was a good friend in your college department. He was wildly popular depsite being somewhat oblivious to this. And because of that, you've hidden your feelings for him thinking he wouldn't reciprocrate. In other words, he was so close and yet so far from your reach.

What you didn't know was that he reciprocated the feelings as well, and though he had many chasing after him, he had his eyes on you and only you.

And so, when Valentines came around and he was set to perform on stage for the event, he was really keen on having you watch.

On stage, he was searching for you in the midst of the crowd. When you two locked eyes, he smiled. Finally he could make his feelings clear to you and everyone else. Before his performance started, he was given time for a ment and he took advantage of this.

"I'd like to greet everyone a happy Valentines," Zhanghao greeted. "and although I've gotten many confessions today, I'd like to apologize as my heart and eyes are already set on someone else." he continued and you could hear cooing and disappointed sighs amongst the crowd.

You were ready to accept defeat when he finished up his ment. "And so, Y/N L/N, I hope you can accept my feelings for you."

The crowd cheered and the lights dimmed. Your senses blocked out everything and you carefully watched him in disbelief, wondering if this was a prank or not.

However, as he sang and carried out his performance, he stayed true to his words and only had his eyes on you all throughout his time on stage.

——— 

sung hanbin — fallen - lola amour "What if I told you that I've fallen, and I like the way you say my name? My heart skips a beat when I hear you calling and I like that it won't go away." You've become a regular at this small cafe soon after discovering it. Sure, the food and drinks were good, but that's not what you were here for. You carefully watched the barista make the drinks and place your order on the counter. Yeah. The cute barista was your main reason.

"Order for Y/N!" he calls out. The way he said your name always made your heart skip a beat. Hearing it roll of his tongue easily made the rest of your day better, so it didn't take much for you to become a regular.

You quickly stand up to collect your order, smiling at him as you approached the counter. "Thank you, Hanbin."

"Anytime. It's good to see you enjoyed the food." he smiled. As he was about to turn around, you called out for him, unsure of what took over you. "Hey, Hanbin!"

He hummed in response.

"Um... are you free this Saturday? We should hang out, or, something." you can feel your face burning up in embarrassment.

"Ah, yeah, I think I'm free that day. We should totally hang out then!" he replied, knowing he full well that he was—in fact—not free that day and he was willing to drop everything and clear his schedule for you.

"Really? Well, I think we can discuss the details when I swing by again tomorrow—"

"Oh, there's no need for that." he interrupted, writing something on a napkin before either one of you finished. "Here's my number, you can contact me here." he continued, handing you the napkin.

You take it, flustered and unable to say anything else. "I'll see you Saturday, then?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'll just send you a message here." you smile shyly at him.

"Great! It's a date then." he smiles back.

——— 

seok matthew — daydreamin' - ariana grande "It's the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you make me feel inside. It's in your smile, it's in your eyes I don't wanna wait for tonight. So I'm daydreamin' with my chin in the palm of my hands about you. You, and only you." Matthew was your older brother's best friend. He frequented your house, so you saw each other more often than not.

What stuck to you was how he treated you like his other friends, and he was nice about it. He seemed to make you comfortable the most amongst your brother's other friends despite the one year age gap.

Eventually, you developed feelings for him and you tried to hide it as much as possible, especially from your brother of all people.

But is it really your fault if you couldn't help blush whenever Matthew smiled at you, or act all awkward around him all of a sudden?

You also noticed that Matthew started coming around almost every day, and tried interacting with you as much as he could.

One night, your brother plopped next to you after seeing off Matthew. Wasting no time, he looked at you and bluntly said, "You like Matthew, don't you?"

With the way he caught you off guard, you couldn't even cover your face and mask your reaction.

"Please don't tell him!" you desperately plea, and your brother pulls away from you.

"Woah, chill. I won't. Besides, why do you think he's been coming around more often lately?"

——— 

kim taerae — melting - kali uchis "You've got some soft lips and some pearly whites, I wanna touch them in the dead of night. Your smile ignites just like a candlelight. Then somehow, I know everything's alright. Melting like an ice cream when you smile." You couldn't help but stare at Taerae as he laughed at Jiwoong's joke, a small smile forming on your lips as well as you see his dimples.

You couldn't thank the gods any more for making him extra smiley today, it made you feel better as well. You always loved it when Taerae smiled. It was contagious and you found it endearing, especially when you spot his dimples.

The conversation drifted to something else and he eventually caught you staring. "What? Is there something on my face?" he asks, and you giggled at him.

"Mmm, it's nothing, don't worry." you replied. "That doesn't sound very reassuring..." he pouts.

"I promise!" you protest, and his eyebrows furrow at this. "What, so you were just staring at me?"

You pause for a second. "...Maybe."

"Oh." Taerae lets out, the tips of his ear slowly turning red and you put your hands up in fake surrender.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. You know how I always melt like an ice cream when you smile."

His expression morphs into a sheepish smile as you engage in a conversation with the others to play off the situation, glancing at Taerae as he smiles to himself at your compliments.

——— 

shen ricky — for you - leehi ft. crush "Listen to me I am the man that you've been waiting for. Would you push the button that you've been looking for. With just one kiss, you're gonna need it more. Baby, I could give you what you want." Relationship after relationship, you were starting to doubt yourself after all the ones you were in turned out awful. Your self-esteem dropped for a while and you were close to swearing off on getting into relationships and dating.

That was until Ricky came into your life and made everything better for you.

He treated you better than you ever, reassuring and spoiling you as much as he possibly could. Sometimes, it makes you question whether or not you really deserve it.

"Hey, let's go out tomorrow night, my treat." Ricky suggests.

"Again?" your eyebrows furrow at him, "Didn't we already go out last night though?"

He stops in his tracks, slightly confused. "Oh uh, did you not want to...?" he pouts, making you panic.

"No! It's not that, I love spending time with you. It's just that... I'm worried you're doing too much for me."

Ricky looks at you incredulously, scoffing before placing a small kiss on the top of your head. "Baby, nothing's ever too much when it comes to you." he pulls away, booping your nose. "I could give you what you want, and it's what you deserve. Okay?"

He looks at you in a jokingly stern manner, which makes you giggle and nod.

"It's your turn to pick where we're eating tomorrow."

"Huh? Didn't I already pick last time though?"

"Shhhhh...."

——— 

kim gyuvin — say yes - ben & tan "I think my heart is beating me to death. I have got an arrow through my chest. I am so in love, so just say yes." "Y/N, I like you. Please accept my feelings and be mine!" You look at Gyuvin who stood flustered in front of you. Bewildered and surprised that he harbored feelings for you as well.

After giving it some thought, you smile at him. "Okay, I'll give you a chance on one condition." He nods, willing to do anything.

"I'll let you pursue me first. Then, I'll give you my final answer."

And so, weeks after that he's put in the effort to treat you the best he could, as if you two were already in a real relationship.

Gyuvin took you on dates, walked you home, gave you gifts and constantly looked out for you. He also took note of what you liked and disliked, bought things that reminded him of you, and acted like your actual boyfriend as a whole.

You found it endearing to see how much effort he was willing to put in, even though it was no guarantee on his part. In short, he was willing to do anything and everything for you, even if you didn't ask him to, and would do so without asking for anything in return.

To be fair, even if you liked him back, you wanted to test the waters with him first to make sure you were going to make the right choice.

And so, one day as you were walking home, you finally decide to give him an answer.

"Gyuvin... I feel like it's best if you should stop pursuing me." You start, feeling a little bad at how his face dropped.

"W—what? Why?" he stutters, quickly trying to calm himself.

"Why would you still pursue me if you're already my boyfriend?" You continue, putting a hand on your hip as a smile slowly formed on your lips, watching him figure out what you meant.

"Wait so... thats a yes?" Gyuvin sounded surprised and you smiled. "Mhm! It's a yes! I'll be yours."

You let out a yelp as he lifts and spins you around, and you two were giggling fits all the way home.

——— 

park gunwook — peaches - kai "Pretty girl, you're likе peaches. It's a soft embracе. A sweetness that spreads in my mouth. Feels good to be the bad guy" Park Gunwook always kept to himself. Despite his achievements in the debate club, dance club and as a member of his school's student council, he wasn't very popular due to his 'intimidating look' and he was fully aware of this. Not that he minded, of course.

When a new student was enrolled, he was assigned to show them around. He made sure he'd make them feel welcomed in hopes he wouldn't scare them off.

"Gunwook, the new student is here." A faculty member called out and he stepped inside the room to be met with them.

"Oh! Hello, I'm Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you, I hope we can get along well. Please take care of me!" you bowed whilst introducing yourself.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Y/N. I'm Gunwook. Please, no need to be so formal and tense around me. We're in the same grade, after all."

You nodded and the school tour started. To Gunwook's surprise, you got along well with him and showed no signs of being intimidated of him. It was quite refreshing for him to be able to talk to a peer without them feeling like they were constantly walking on eggshells around him.

Eventually, days turned into weeks, which turned into months and you two became close friends.

"You know, I'm kinda glad you never found me intimidating." he starts as you two sat at lunch.

"Hm? What do you mean?" you shoot him a confused look and he continues. "People don't normally approach me because they think I'm scary."

This time, you look at him, baffled. "You? Scary? Really? I never really got that from you...."

He bursts out laughing and the topic quickly dies down. While you both sat at lunch in silence, he couldn't help but admire your features.

Gunwook always noticed how you had soft features, which was a stark contrast to his. He then realized why some people are surprised to see you two together.

"Have I ever told you how pretty you are?" Gunwook breaks the silence and you stop midway of a bite. "H-Huh?"

"You're really pretty." he repeats, making you even more flustered.

As the teasing continues, Gunwook silently wishes that things would change for the better. To him, your presence always felt like a soft embrace.

——— 

han yujin — can't stop - stray kids (seungmin, i.n) "I think I like you. Even I can tell when I look at myself. It is to the point that it is too obvious. I must want you so much no matter whatever I do, I can't escape it. I must like you a lot" The sun was setting, and after a long day out with friends, you and Yujin were left alone.

You two watched the sunset on a building's rooftop in silence—save for some music playing—and Yujin turns to look at you.

He couldn't help but admire how the sun shone on your skin, dying it an orange tone and how the light hit your eyes at a perfect angle, making them more beautiful than he ever thought.

He admired how the wind blew through your hair and the light made it look a shade lighter than it actually was.

"You're staring." you break the silence. He blushes and looks away. "I'm sorry."

Yujin had been in denial for the longest time now. He didn't want to admit that he harbored feelings for you, even to himself.

But despite that, it's become painfully obvious to his circle of friends. Even he can tell when he looks at himself. It's to the point that it is too obvious

"Is something on your mind?" you ask, and he turns to face you again.

'Your eyes probably have seen it all. Why did I pretend I didn't like you? Just the way they are, I'll express my feelings to you'. He thought to himself, taking a deep breath.

"I think I like you." Yujin blurts out. He carefully watches for your reaction as your expression seems to morph into a pleasantly surprised one. A smile instantly blossomed on your lips. "Really?"

"Yeah..." he looks embarrassed and you couldn't help laugh but at this. "Don't worry, I like you too." you reply.

You two fall into silence, staring at each other as the song playing comes to an end. "I (I) can't (can't) stop (stop) falling in love with you!"

[forsworned]

hello!

I am here with a bombastic-fantastic idea-

Ex-husband! Michikatsu x fem! Ex-wife! Reader?? Modern au? They divorced out of a misunderstanding ? who meet again? Like the reader is hired by muzan as an employee? But reader wouldn't know that michi works there as well aa muzan's secratry? Cuz before divorce he used work somewhere else and now in office he goes buy the name kokushibo so reader didn't knew until they were stuck in elevator together?

Angst-comfort-fluff?

👀

↺﹐true love never dies

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ ofc i can! i hope u enjoy this. i wanted to rly finish it by tn since i've been busy w life + all those great things that love to make ur life as hectic as possible when u wanna wind down and write. anyways i enjoy writing for michi. he's a funny guy. also this is not proofread lol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! !

The end of their marriage had been a long time coming. Between the constant arguing to getting separate bedrooms. Their miscommunication had slowly chipped away at their marriage and before they could even begin to salvage it it was much too late. Albeit a painful realization when they were sitting across from one another with their lawyers present at their divorce proceedings, the pair had been too exhausted from one another to make any attempt at mending their relationship.

[Name] sighed as she entered the elevator to her office building. Today marked the 5th anniversary of the end of their marriage and ironically enough the anniversary of the beginning of their marriage. She paused to glance at her watch. She was fifteen minutes earlier than usual today. A new record for her usual on-time behavior, but hey, she'll take it.

As she pressed the button to her floor and the elevator doors began to close, a hand shoots in between and the doors flood open again. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized who was on the other side. A moment of silence had fallen between them as he stood there, unblinkingly gawking at her. A small bead of sweat fell from his temple as he slowly entered the elevator beside her.

Michikatsu was not one for confrontation. In fact, in the face of it he would do his very best to ignore it especially when it came down to any existing previous martial problems between him and [name] (shocker). As many arguments as they had had in the past, Michikatsu had always tried to keep their "relationship" (or lack there of) as respectful as possible. He never raised his voice at her, not once, but instead was a hefty avoidant.

It wasn't that Michikatsu and [name] didn't know that they worked in the same building, they just never happened to be in the same place at the same time. Michikatsu worked late security shifts, while [name] worked early morning shifts at the offices when she was at the office. Usually she was working remotely from home, but had decided to get out of the house. She was already regretting the decision.

Michikatsu, however, had decided to take over the shift of his bedridden coworker and he, too, had regretted being kind enough to take over.

Both parties seemed consumed by their own thoughts, that was until the elevator doors opened again, but not on the floor that they were expected to be on.

For a moment their was sigh of relief, well that is until Michikatsu had seen who was on the other side.

"Good morning, Kokushibou." The voice was low and even.

[Name] watched as the fair skinned man had entered the elevator. His features handsome yet stoic. She raised a brow at utterance of the new name her ex-husband was given.

Kokushibou?

Kokushibou had felt pang of annoyance at his bosses' arrival, but even more annoyed that he had used his changed name in front of his ex-wife. Not that he knew, but still. He hadn't expected him to be so early in the office today.

What a nuisance. Michikatsu thought to himself.

"Good morning, Muzan." He replied cooly as he hit the button that would speed up the process of the elevator doors closing.

Muzan crimson gaze fell upon, [name]. "Good morning."

"Good morning." She said without looking at him.

Muzan was not an idiot. He had done his thorough research on all of his employees. He knew that Michikatsu's real name was, well, Michikatsu and not, in fact, Kokushibou. But he decided to keep that to himself.

Muzan straightened his tie. "It would mean a lot to me if you actually waited for me."

"It's not even my shift yet." He replied bluntly.

How long is this elevator ride anyway? [Name] thought to herself as she looked down at her watch.

Running into her ex-husband and this Michael Jackson look-alike was not on her list of things to do today.

"Yes," Muzan glances down at his own watch. "It appears you are early."

Ding!

The elevator doors finally opened and [name] felt like she could breathe again as she nearly collasped out of it. One swift movement from Michikatsu and she was inches away from the floor. Strands of her hair flew to the front of her face as they hung down in front of her. She slowly felt herself getting lifted back to a vertical stance. It was then that she felt her heart pounding in her ears.

Her eyes wide as she met Michikatsu's gaze who was equally as shocked. After what seemed like an eternity he finally spoke.

"Are you alright, [Name]?"

The way he said her name made her heart jump out of her chest. She only nodded.

"Are you guarding me or your ex-wife?"

Sly bastard. Michikatsu thought to himself.

It had become apparent that his alias really meant nothing at this point.

As the pair had straightened themselves out in the empty white hallways, [name] looked at the man inquistively.

"How do you know I'm his ex-wife? Did he tell you?"

A small smile on Muzan's wife. "I do my research, Mrs. Tsugikuni. Or did you change your last name yet?"

He waves a stack of papers in front of her face. Michikatsu is flabbergasted at this point as he glances over at her.

"Were you going to finalize changing your surname back to your maiden one?" A look of sorrow and betrayal falls over his usual stoic features. It pained her to even see him that way.

Why?

"Why do you even care?" Her voice barely even above a whisper.

It felt like they were the only ones there. Muzan slowly leaving their minds.

Michikatsu stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets as he glanced outside. The hustle and bustle of Shibuya below them. He was usually a quiet man. He never wore his heart on his sleeve. One of the many, many reasons on their laundry list of martial issues that caused their divorce. He never felt the need to open up. Only keeping the same poker face on his mien.

"It doesn't matter. You came in the office to work didn't you? So go attend to your duties as I do mine." His voice trailed off. What a flair for the dramatic he had.

"You're so cold, Michikatsu...or Kokushibou. Whatever your stupid name is now. You could never just open up to me. I don't why I thought..." Her voice trailed off. Tears threatening to emerge from her eyes.

Michikatsu peered over at her. She was standing behind him, trying to wipe away at her tears. He remained silent as he fished out his handkerchief, took her chin between his fingers and gently dabbed away at the corners of her eyes. "You'll ruin your make up."

She attempted to move away from him. "Stop."

"No." He gently turned her face to meet his again. She almost gasped at the expression on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration and his eyes were narrow as he fixated on her puffy face.

Her eyes shook as they glistened from the wetness of her tears and her lip quivered not knowing what to say.

Michikatsu closed his eyes and his face relaxed as he let out a sigh. "You've always been a difficult one, [name]."

"Me?!" She exclaimed at him. "You're the one who never told me how you really felt! Do you know how exhausting it is to chase down after someone who claims to love you?"

She began to hiccup as tears cascaded down her lovely face. Michikatsu couldn't help but soften up at her current demeanor. She suddenly felt her chest thump against his. His arm around her waist and his hand holding the back of her head as he enveloped her into a tight embrace. She is left perplexed by his actions.

"G-get off of me." She said between hiccups. Her eyes watered as she buried her face into his chest.

"You don't seem like you want to move." He replied plainly. Her hands lift to fist his button down.

"Shut up..."

They stayed like that for a moment, unmoving. Hearts between fast as the silence grew and thoughts ruminated on the past.

"[name]." He finally spoke.

She pulled away from his to meet his gaze, but he was looking out the window. His vermillion hues now on her and she instantly felt soothed by them. A different look in his eyes. Softer, more palatable.

"I'm sorry for how I hurt you. As my wife then, I shouldn't have ever treated that way." He carded his fingers through her hair and tenderly caressed her face. "I was afraid of truly loving you then. If I loved you too much, you'd slip through my fingers. I know it is..."

"Stupid, idiotic, immature." She finished for him.

He grabbed her face with both hands, his face now very stoic yet agreeable. "Yes!"

He nodded his head. "Yes, [name]..."

His voice croaked as his eyes watered. A scene that had never fell upon her eyes for the five years that they were married.

"I thought about it everyday for the past three years. It has torn my soul apart. How could I have lead the love of my life down a path to destruction? It was nothing but pure self-sabotage." He shook his head as a tear slipped from his eyes. "I know you can never forgive--"

"--Shut up." She cut him off. [Name] could feel nothing but empathy for her ex-husband. No matter how hard she tried, she could never truly hate him. And trust me, she has tried.

"It will take more than just a few words here and there to make things right."

Michikatsu nodded. "I know."

She wiped away his tear and kissed the apple of his cheek. His eyes widened at her gentle touch.

"Do you want to make it up to me?" She asked, hopeful. So stupidly hopeful. She wanted to slap herself silly for how much of an idiot she may have sounded at that moment, but she wanted nothing more than to love him again. To change things for the better.

She smiled at him. "After all it is our anniversary."

A rare smile etched into his lovely features. "This is true."

They shared a moment of silence as they gazed into each other eyes. The sound of piano jazz playing softly in the back as he leaned into her.

"Let me make it right."

She raised her brows at him with a smile. An expression that he adored on her. The look of knowing yet it was warm and curious.

"And how will you start?"

"With a kiss?" He whispered against her lips.

Her grin grew. "I won't object."

His soft lips pressed against hers and she felt her feet no longer touch the ground as he lifted her with ease. The last time he had done the gesture was on their wedding day. A small flashback to the photo that used to grace their nightstand.

He pulled away for a moment still holding her. "I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman, I swear by it."

Her lips curled. "I'll see it when I believe it."

In a split second she was being carried bridal style and toward the elevator again.

Her giggles echoed in the large hallways. "Where are we going?"

Michikatsu grinned at her. "To make it up to you."

She smacked his chest. "What do you mean!"

"Yes, what do you mean indeed, Michikatsu?" Muzan's voice interjected their precious little moment.

Michikatsu nonchalantly gazed over at his boss. "Oh, right. Muzan, I'll be taking the rest of the day off."

[Name] can't help the pleased expression on her face.

Muzan cocked an amused brow at his employee. "Is that so?"

"Yes." He replied as the elevator doors opened and he stepped in.

Muzan waved the papers in his hand. "So, you won't be needing these anymore will you, Mrs. Tsugikuni?"

Michikatsu peeked over at you and he watched with delight as you smiled and shook your head. The last glance over at Muzan before the elevator doors closed was his shredding the papers with a grin that almost looked like "Mission accomplished" written on his sly face.

"Sly bastard." They both voiced. There was an exchange of looks before they both laughed.

"He is a sly bastard, isn't he?" Michikatsu kissed her cheek and she felt her heart flutter like it was their first time meeting all over again.

"Yes, indeed." She agreed. "So, how will you start by making it up to me?"

The elevator doors opened and a hoard of eyes were gawking back at them, but none of that mattered to Michikatsu. [Name] on the otherhand was a bit embarrassed, nonetheless, enjoying herself.

"I'm feeling like I want to waltz with you."

Her cheeks warmed. "You wanna dance with me?"

He gazed down at her softly. It had been years since they danced together. A past time that [name] especially enjoyed with him. He was a great dancer after all. It was the same way that they met.

"It's been awile, hasn't it, my love?"

She nodded. "It has."

He kissed her lips, stealing her breath away. A sense of renewal in their rebudding love.

"Then let us dance the night away. I want to get lost in you, again. Like old times." Their was a wondrous and whimisical twinkle in his eyes. One that was setting her heart on fire. The Michikatsu that she had loved all those years ago was finally clawing its way out again. "I will never stop impressing you."

"And you call Muzan a sly bastard." She laughed. Michikatsu's cheeks pinkened and then laughed along with her.

"It's how I got you in the first place, and it's how I will get you, again."

[Name] stared up at him with doe eyes before swatting at him. "You think you're so suave, don't you?"

He walked over to the car, ignorning the stares of passerbyers as he gestured over to the valet to open the car door and gently placed her in the passenger seat. He kissed your forehead and gave her a toothy grin that made her insides churn with delight. "Only for you, my dear."

And for the first time in years that night, [name] and Michikatsu danced and danced and danced until their legs caved and they were dragging each other back to bed. Arms and legs in an interwined heap of reminised love and glory days and sweet whispers.

"I love you, [name]. I always have and I always will." Michikatsu murmured against her hair. His eyes were closed and his voice was husky and low with sleep.

She nestled into his chest. The overwhelming feeling of love lulling her to sleep. "I love you, too, Michikatsu. I always have and I always will."

And for the first time in years, Micikatsu had fallen asleep with a smile on his face.

copyright ©kingkyoujurou all rights reserved.

[silvercat-the-daydreamer]

now here's the post about today's touhou experience!! it's a long one wow. tldr thoughts on touhou10-normal and 15-easy.

I FINALLY BEAT TOUHOU10 ON NORMAL. FUCK YOU KANAKO. you will be my eternal enemy.

well, beating her with just the 2 lives you get from the continue in that game was not something i managed to do. didn't quite have the skill for a whole 1cc run of it either like i did with easy just to collect all the lives i would need. 5 would be enough tho, so i game-over'd and continued on sanae's stage just to get the 3 extra lives from that (2 from the score and the one she drops). also meant that every time i got hit even once on stage 5, i'd promptly run into some fairies or the snae herself to Die and try again (marisa+sanae hugs happening now...), so, actually, most of my time for that was spent on stage 5. and every time i game-over'd on the final stage, i would restart the whole run just to get back to stage 5. so that's an experience for sure.

well on the maybe like 5th try today (that is, the 5th time i even got to kanako... also, i didn't really count. it was something like that.), i did it!! hell yeah!!

(i did also, on my last life, yell something like "i won't die to you again!!" like some sort of character.)

and that was the first part of today's experience because, all of that, was only preparation. because i watched my friend play fuckin touhou15 some day and decided if i couldn't beat normal touhou10, i sure as fuck couldn't beat touhou15 (on easy yes). so now that that was done, i moved on to touhou15 promptly.

...AND WELL AFTER ABOUT 3 HOURS--

I DID FUCKIN DO IT??? I DID NOT EXPECT THAT AT ALL??? WHAT AM I. 3 hours but other games took longer than that. but then i guess it's just how quickly you can retry things here huh.

also can i just say something. JUNKO MY GIRL YOU NEED TO HURRY UP WITH YOUR LAST ATTACK. PLEASE JUST GET TO THE PART THAT KILLS ME ALRIGHT THE FIRST PART IS KIND OF NOTHING. (in fact, "this is kind of nothing" was definitely a thought i had somewhat often while playing this game. so this sure feels like easy mode. specially after seeing my friend play it on normal.) well it's an interesting attack, it's just not that great to do that 20 times in a row and then have to wait for the interesting part to happen. although i guess that's less annoying than having to retry the whole stage over and over again huh...

interestingly, while trying to get through that attack, out of the corner of my eye the "disabled" text kind of started to look like a pair of eyes looking at me through a tear in the screen.

ALSO: holy fuck that stage theme?? actually playing the stage with that? that shit gave me some sort of strange emotion. the fuckin wisp-things just hanging out and mostly not trying to shoot me?? i left most of them alone, i was like "this stage doesn't need any violence" and just vibed with the music instead bc i didn't want to ruin it. the fuckin rain stuff too. holy shittt the vibe is fuckin beautiful man.

anyways uhh i got out of "here child have fuckthousand bombs to smite your enemies" touhou10 to "if you use a bomb that is a Permanent Decision you Will regret later (in pointdevice mode anyway)" touhou15 and i ended up using exactly 1 bomb early in the run which was kind of accidental too and just because of the reflex... then at the end as you can see there i had all these fuckin bombs, and, after i found out that junko does not try to protect herself from the bombs on her last attack unlike byakuren and kanako (at least on easy?? i should hope she starts doing that on the other difficulties tbh what are you doing girl...), i decided it would be terribly boring to use them and just skip a large part of that attack like that. so to completely avoid using a bomb on that accidentally, i unbound the bomb key from my controller. so that was also an interesting experience.

(speaking of the controller, i figured there'd be some sort of issue with that where on an attack that has you move left and right very quickly, like some of junko's, you don't have enough fingers on the dpad to do that very well unlike with a keyboard. well it worked out for me anyways, somehow.)

hey, also the irony of beating this as sanae after she's given me so much trouble in the other game. despite all that i don't hate her at all and after seeing her dialogue in this, i think she's kinda cute. also, when playing as her in touhou12, i was deeply confused by how strangely she moved (really i just wasn't used to that particular movement speed at all) but i did get used to it here.

well hey that's 3 of the windows-touhous beaten!! i'm starting to believe i'm getting good at this. yay :D

i'm not sure what else to do now... maybe try normal of this but that sounds like a true pain.

(oh yeah i wanted to get through touhou12 normal too i guess since that game was really fun. seriously.)

[thrilling-oneway]

Alright sappy post incoming...

4 years ago today my friend made me download sif because my ds died when we were playing miitopia and he wanted to play a game with me. He'd been trying to get me to download it for like two years and I finally gave in, but told him I'd delete the game after we were done. I forgot.

The next day I played it a bit just to see if I had any interest in keeping it and. Well I was absolutely captivated. It wasn't actually my first gacha or rhythm game but the card arts were really pretty and the songs really captivated me. I still remember my first beatmap (Strawberry Trapper) and my original favourite song (GENKI ZENKAI DAY! DAY! DAY!).

I...actually didn't watch the anime in full until late last year and through this year but I did watch an abridged cut of sunshine's dub not long after getting into the game (rip forever LLSunshine dub but only the good parts). I found out the plot via the wiki and watched loads of youtube videos about love live and basically had a chika discovers μ's moment with this franchise. To say it changed my life is an understatement.

Love live helped me with my depression (also likeeee it was 2020 lol) a lot which is a weird thing to say but if any of my project sekai followers are reading this all that hope and joy shit they say about mmj is true. It also helped me come to terms with my queerness because i was 14 and had a load of issues and had never really seen something like love live. i mean i came right out the she ra fandom into this LOL but it was like. woah. riko reads yuri. and she just does. mind blowing shit. also helped me realise i was transmasc somehow but that's a whole different can of worms.

love live has genuinely been a life changing franchise for me and i wouldn't be the person i am today without it. it feels weird to say that about a franchise like don't bow down the corporate overlords and that but ive seen so many people say the same thing. like whether it's just the music or the profound lessons about regrets and youth and being alive that the anime teaches you this franchise is one that leave a mark on so many people.

i wasn't gonna write something like this until next year for my 5th lovelive-versary but then aqours announced they would be doing their final live and i have. so many feelings about it it's hard to put into words. aqours changed my life. saved it maybe. but as i said already this franchise has had such an impact on my life but i have to give aqours in particular so much credit. the anime taught me so much, their music resonated with me not necessarily on a personal level all the time but i feel every word even if it's coming out of the mouths of anime characters. i can't go to beaches anymore without writing aqours in the sand, even if i look like a fucking weirdo doing it. it's the best i can do to a thank you since i'll never be able to see them irl.

i wouldn't be where i am now, running a dumbass project sekai trivia blog and treating it like a job if i didn't get into love live. i wouldn't have met people through prsk if it wasn't for love live first. so on and so forth this franchise has given me so much.

anyway that's enough sap. watch love live.

[predoom]

ohoneohone

Friday, November 11th, 2005 12:35 pm i won't tell a soul if you dont want me to. hearts between our knees sticking to summer sheets. Saturday, November 5th, 2005 4:59 pm keep me fast the way he runs his mouth its a wonder that i havent caught a flight home just for a second alone the way he runs my mouth makes me hate you just as much as him thank god i spend most of the daylight dreaming in wine colored beads the sun never caught me right when i was little i splash water on my face in sinks in green rooms like pinching yourself or trying to wash the miles off down a dark hotel hallway the finger prints in pink and blue like skin and veins i try to jump from the doorway to the bed so i dont leave footprints so i dont disturb the carpet like sand you want shyer eyes you want bigger "im sorry"s and regrets for things that i.Yo.u. did you want survivors in the wreckage you want flashlights in the cave you want second chances for second chances i loved everything about you that hurts your scars, your flaws, your not so subtle attempts at wit and irony that always fell a bit short and felt forced your insincerity, your imitation that you passed off as exploration your morning smile 3 year stand (off) her breathing is shallow she shakes whenever i get near- i guess its an occupational hazard its okay we dont have to talk. youre just a body. heaven sent and percoset. even though we're fading fast.... im sorry "pretty"- you were just a canary in a coal mine. Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 7:57 pm there are many things that i would like to say to you but i don't know how im not even too sure what goes on, especially in my own head. one second its one way and the next its another. i have a funny way of showing i care. but i do. i have to say it- halloween wasn't the same this year with out you. i i had the best time ever in southern california. but it wasn't really halloween with out you. and new years won't either. my calls go out today but they'renot picked up. i get what i get. i got some friends who are wearing their egos on their sleeves. its ok. i'll play dumb. you are a shadow of who you once were. "can we start agains" ive had my share. for the past month my mood has been however our phone calls ended. it felt like i was dying inside when i hung up the phone on you. but i have to make a point. you can only act like dirt for so long before you become it. but theres nobody like me and you. i feel like veins and ligatures when you aren't around. and breathing in isnt the same when you're not breathing out. percoset revolutionary. "look mom, no breathing". fucking fading. fucked up, but not cool fucked up. maybe we rip the map in half and someday we meet up in the middle. by accident or just because. everything and everyone ends up faced down on the floor in the end.

you are my wonderwall. Wednesday, October 26th, 2005 6:51 pm my mom said 'make sure you go to sleep smiling tonight baby cause you'll wake up feeling better" i just re-read everything you wrote over the past two months.

i miss my friends.

there is life after this. i promise myself. Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 10:51 pm everything they say about us is true im watching scary movies like every afternoon. i got some new slipper and pants. i look ridiculous. dreamboat. the inside of my head is always changing. even right this second. when i go back over all the details it makes me so glad im not in that town anymore. all of a sudden we're always in the crosshairs. it kinda feels normal now. we used to goof around about killing ourselves off. but sometimes it wasn't a joke. i can't sleep when the bus isn't moving. went to the fender offices today, they are gonna make me some basses. pretty exciting. the only thing ive ever learned is that its pretty easy to say "i love you" its alot harder to mean it. my friends are dropping like flies. everyone looks good when they are the one with their fingers on the keyboards. history is written by the conquerer. we're headlining an amphitheater tommorrow. thats retarded. fistfightking. makeoutqueen. past midnights. get amazed.

Current Music: 2sweet Sunday, October 23rd, 2005 9:42 am you see that kid... its not me, its you. blow out the candles on caring. encounters yesterday: went to paul walls jewelry shop. pretty insane. then when we played jared leto came over and watched. radio shows are wack. encounters today: the gold medal gymnast from the 2004 olympics is coming to hang out with me. pretty insane. why would you ever want to meet a boy like me. i am boring. you make it easier to make the decisions that i do. i turned off the switch that cares. i watch lots of movies and take lots of naps. cause i am a baby. i am gonna be in the academy video for black mamba. i can't tell you how excited that makes me. Wednesday, October 19th, 2005 11:48 pm ill be on time for that, i cant think of a line that rhymes with that blue looks better than jealousy. im awake but not up. you know what i mean. blew the speakers out like a candle. drowned out my sorrows in a wet dream. i miss you but only in flashing moments. new stuff over at buzznet. people been asking about the prices. honestly we charge what it costs us to make. alot of the stuff lately has been cut and sew or requires hand stitching which is expensive. so we try to keep the stuff really limited, so that it stays special. the bags sold out in a day. we won't be making anymore of that particular bag. but we will be making more limited bags and other items. Tuesday, October 18th, 2005 4:48 pm i, peter lewis kingston wentz, solemnly swear... im trying to figure it out. my head moves way faster than my mouth. i went to a party at chris from nsnyc's house for a party. it was about as good/bad as you would think. except dirty was there. so factor that one in. always up or down, never down and out.

the new nightmare of you record is fantastic. it makes me think of winters at home. love it or leave me. Sunday, October 16th, 2005 12:45 pm baby, im just bad news i don't know if it feels real been watching halloween movies lately to get me in the mood taking lots of naps its easier this way she wont ever love you the way she loves me youre not pretty enough and you dont make her heart beat been hiding messages in morse code and anagrams banging my wrist against the edge of the keyboard until it turns black and blue we're all settling all the time panic! at the disco makes me want to start this all over again coversations with you make me want it to never have begun at all nick plan and william beckett are on the list in one form or another always if you dont have your friends than you dont got shit and my friends are gold halloween is gonna be the best this year i think ive never been in california on halloween- it once was, but it hasnt been for a really long time spent most of the morning on the phone with my mommy cause she can always slow my breathing down you can get used to anything after a while even this, pete pretty boys for secret girls later skater Wednesday, October 12th, 2005 12:02 pm ill make you shake so hard you might not make it through the night new york city is fucking insane. get me. bruisa. fall makes me remember and want love.

okay okay cause i should:

1. you say crazy shit in your sleep, like about us living in old milwaukee. 2. right this second "wonderwall" sometimes star wars. 3. i dunno cherry coke flavored. 4. sugar tail, freckles in your eyes, basement windows, braces 5. new years on the windowsill. 6. uh kind of in a weird way the retriever head on the beagle body. just the nicest dog ever. 7. that one bane lyric, im pretty sure its a question. but mostly lately- what happened to my best friend?

nick york city. the clan party last night was rightious. im kinda going other places. feeling it. quit sleeping on it cause im the life. from the back of my legs to the back of my neck- im so glad there are people out there who won't let me fall off the face of the planet.

young.

panic at the disco at the knitting factory in new york tonight- 5pm. Tuesday, October 11th, 2005 12:57 am you remind me of this one movie. it makes me smile. but not with my mouth and way too many teeth. but with my eyes. trouble loves me. but you do way more. im dreaming on highway lines and phone hang-ups. just happy to be me. for one second.

i got a sweet vest and some teddy bear shoes. im good for cuddling. youre gonna have to trust me on that one.

[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❤️

[3dayweeknd]

im going to complain now sorry im just having like a terrible day(s) and i feel really bad bc like i could probably just look on the bright side of things but i cant

basically yesterday at the club meeting i stayed to clean up and then the other board members left while i was still cleaning like they did help but i stayed longer than them and i didnt know it until i got back to the classroom they just texted me like hey we're leaving now bye and its like bruh. why didnt u oh i dont know ask if i still needed help. like im the secretary this whole thing is not my responsibility i contributed but the president should be the one leaving last like u werent even gonna look for me before u left? anyway so then i needed to go home to pack stuff for foal watch at the barn but then the dumb bus was taking too long so i just didnt go home and went straight to the barn without getting any dinner or or change of clothes. then the mare had her baby and i am really happy about that part im happy i got to actually witness it but im just sad like i didnt really get to participate. i didn't get to participate when i took the class 2 years ago because i missed both foalings and this time i did want to let other students do most of the stuff because im the teaching assistant but the other TA hogged the baby for one of the tasks and i was just like bruh.. im too nice and its like she has her own horses and stuff to like i have less horse time than u why do u get to do more than me. i had to ask to participate and even now i still feel like left out even though im a teaching assistant like other ppl just dont really think of me even though i do so much work and stay on top of things. and i put a pic of the baby on my insta story and the guy from summer saw my story i so regret even looking at who viewed my story. i miss him so much it still hurts like hell and i have really been avoiding talking about it because i feel so fucking stupid but it still hurts. anyway i tried to go home to shower because some noob turned up the heat way to high and my skin was getting really bad and i didn't have my car so i needed like one of the electric bikes and i found out they don't work until 5 am so i had to walk through campus alone at 4 am. then once i was off campus i got one and then it shut down on me bc i got too close to the campus but i WASNT ON CAMPUS I WAS AT THE APARTMENR. anyway after i went back i parked my car and forgot to move it bc i had to go to clas right after and i got a fucking ticket. even though i thought i paid a marking meter so i guess i mustve paid someone elses.

then i went to train pigs and it was just rough like the pigs were hot and tired and they were being dicks and visitors were like recording me. and i dont mind if youre going to do that i just hate feeling like a zoo animal like usually if they say like het ehat are you doing or like talk to me that makes it better but when theyre like pointing and giggling and recording i feel so gross. and then during practice my coach was like ur gonna place last if u keep doing that and im like the mistakes im making, eveyone else is doing the same u just only happen to notice and remmeber my mistakes and i know she was joking but like i am akready hard enough on myself and i dont want to lose like i know its just for fun but i placed 5th with my heifer last year and that felt bad bc it wasnt even a skill thing i just didnt answer a question right and i felt really stupid. and like she joked about it yesterday too she imaginary placed me 10th out of 4 people and i just had to laugh it off but today i was just so tired and already down i just felt really dumb. and she says stuff like that im like please dont shriek at me i know your voice isn't actually like being mean but i am exhausted and i want to concentrate and i dont need to hear "move ur pig out of the corner" because I already know i fucking need to do that like im not stupid i know what i need to do i and the pigs are just tired and hot. i told her i just have had better days with the pigs and she was like im just teasing u like u are doing fine u are just too nice to pigs and im like no i just dont want to beat them until they are desensitized i am using the correct amount of force im pretty sure.

and u know what else one of the ppl that interviewed me was there so ofc she saw me on a day i was exhuasted and out of it and frustrated with myself and the pigs. i just needed to go home and cry and i got home and didnt even have time to cry i was just so tired i took a nap instead of going to my last class. and then there was more foal issues and i just feel like i have to pester people to keep me in the loop even though im the TA i should be like the 1st person to know after the professor. i hate working w people that arent considerate bc i am the opposite.

i drove home and got honked at when i was at the red light for not turning. I was so tempted to just not go but i needed to get home. There was literally people coming w right of way too. I’ll sit at the fucking red light if i want to it’s fucking red. I literally don’t have right of way and there is no law saying i have to go if it’s still red i don’t fucking care. and then i get home and my brother left for the weekend and guess what he still hasnt taken the trash or recycling. he literally lets it become mountains and recycling and stinky trash im the only one who ever takes the trash and recycling out. like i dont care most of the time but today like come on. im just so tired

i want to sleep now because i havent had REM in over a day and have a 5 am alarm tomorrow but i have to do my dumb chem report and its already past the due date i literally hate this lab its two credits and i spwnd hours and hours on the lab report. and i need to wash my hair but i hate the apartment bathroom im the only one who ever cleans. i need to find time to cry but i literally dont have time im just exhausted

[elprupneerg]

ranting a bunch, my family's a mess

after last time i stayed over at my parents' house i swore it would be the last time (teddy bear on bed had cat piss smell soaked in, bed had spiders under the blankets, i'm allergic to at least 2 animals there and also cigarette smoke). but i let myself get drafted into helping watch over the animals for 1 night next week since my parents were heading to a family reunion early and needed someone to give one of the dogs seizure medication. and also then when my sibling drove down to the reunion the next morning they would only have to add 5 extra minutes to the drive to pick me up instead of 30+ like they would if i were home.

i only agreed to stay that one night because it would Only be One Night. ONE. on the way back from the reunion my sibling is going to drop me off at home. and one of the 3 of them that actually fucking lives in my hometown would take care of the dogs until my parents came back the next afternoon. someone who isn't as allergic to the animals and smoke and doesn't have to sleep in a guest bed that smells like cat urine and spiders and wouldn't be lowkey trapped in the house with no car.

instead i got to spend time on the phone today getting ranted at by my mother about how her and my dad are Always There For You Kids But When We Need You We Don't Get Any Help. (nevermind that i genuinely can't recall the last time mom was there for me. dad? absolutely, dude's got everyone's back. he doesn't talk about feelings but he Will make sure you don't end up homeless. mom doesn't give any sort of material or emotional help with anything unless she can find a way to manipulate you with it)

apparently making it clear that i'm not spending a second night and that based on what my siblings said in our group chat i'd thought one of them was handling the dog's medicine is Actually me going "wah wah i hate helping, why can't aaaaaanyone else do it? why does it have to be meeeeee?" and i'm actually horrible and selfish just like all my siblings because we're all terrible.

and now she's threatening to not go! she still wants to send an uber for me to go up there but then just spend the night at the house while she's still there, fully defeating the purpose of me being there? and if that does actually happen i'll have to spend the night dealing with her getting drunk and either crying on me or screaming at me (probably both) before leaving early as fuck the next morning to go to another fucking state? like genuinely if she goes through with her threat then i simply will not go at all cuz i'd just spend the entire reunion ready to kill anything in sight and that's not fair to my cousins.

literally i probably could've avoided All Of This if i hadn't asked to stay over on the 4th. i asked as a way to test if maybe things could be less awkward over the holidays (sorta? but i couldn't sleep due to cat piss smells so i don't remember large parts of the 5th. so ultimately not very successful). and now that's getting taken as "oh yeah everything's perfect and mom can just go right back to treating me like i'm an evil ungrateful brat for uhhhhhh wanting to sleep in my own damn bed in my own damn apartment an hour away from her". which sucks! and makes me regret staying over at all! yeah going out for breakfast with everyone the next morning was nice, but its not worth this bullshit!

[the-firebird69]

Two more things

- Lucy has hunkered down and just sitting there and it gave us time to look at stuff and we do know what to do. It's been an amazing time here things are changing finally right now you've geared up to fire on a 4th wave it's pretty good sized and three more after which is supposed to be Class B and they're not but they're big enough to attract big hits and we've warned you not to do it. They're gearing up for this round of 4 and we are too they see it happening and we figured out that they're trying other stuff while they're doing this and we're going to hit them.

- You found John Remallard outside last night at eleven PM screwing around with his truck and my son looked out and seized that the sun shield is not on it and that was after he was messing with it we wondered why he said maybe he's going to take off and out of nowhere he came running out and left and we know to watch out for this too we put an APV on him for what he was saying. I'm going after now for two it's gonna be out of here shortly we're gonna make it happen.

- Not only did this happen but it was awful now we're going to town on this little moron and very soon.

- couple more things we have an exhausted son and he does need to rest we have some announcements about the war it's getting bigger not smaller and a couple seem more area we need to limit its size and we're going to in. The Midwest is emptying from the South and north and from plains very quickly now. The South is moving very fast and I would say they have and then S we mean the first band in Kansas we have only about 15% left of what was here and the band's in Tennessee are all in about 10% believe it or not. And they they evacuate to the north they move north and they also evacuate from where they are in the South and they go South. Well this is a different day and things are moving fast this evacuation is in full gear and the second band in Kansas is about 35% and the third is 45% the 5th is about 40% and that's jam packed and they're pulling them out of there real fast and they're thinking about big trucks and they have a route and they're going to start doing it. It's an amazing time right now it's taking place right now

- And there's a couple victories of ours we have acquired some cities in the first and second band of Tennessee and they are going to attack the bases and those are run by the Pseudo Empire there's a lot of their hardware there and it's flying stuff too. They have decent defenses and we have to get through them somehow we need those bases in. The Upper Midwest is evacuating right now they're at about 35% of what was there a few months ago and it's getting smaller very soon it will get to lower numbers right now it is 35%

- There's other news it's very big these guys are fighting very hard they're going to launch three more waves most likely today and they refuse to stop and they're building up more forces and they will get hit if they don't stop and if people on the ISS are going to see their people blow up on the Yucatan and that's about where they are. It's going to go ahead today that they're going to start building up and then going to regret it oddly enough it would be Trump's people and they found on behalf block the tunnels was Tommy F and it's on with them thwwey say and they don't have enough people for any of that.

- More shortly\

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