#.... that i was a 'nighttime werewolf'. do not ask i do not know.

[autism-corner]

guy is so bad at video games theyve come back to haunt him in his dreams

[hotyanderedaddies]

How to Tell if Your Boyfriend is a Werewolf

[I have no idea what a “NERP” is 😅]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

So you think that your boyfriend might be a werewolf. Luckily for you, there are a set of questions that you can ask yourself to know for sure:

Is your boyfriend bigger than the average male?

Not just down there, but is your boyfriend really big? Is he kinda built? Werewolves tend to possess genes that cause them to easily outsize the average human. Take note of whenever you and your man enter into a room; if he’s the tallest one and the most muscular there, then odds are that he’s a werewolf. This goes especially for alphas!

2.  Does your boyfriend growl at other people who approach you?

Werewolves are notoriously territorial creatures. And if you’re dating one, then they’ll definitely be territorial over you. Depending on the werewolf, he might growl at other guys (or even girls) who approach you in public to chat you up, or sometimes he might even bare his teeth at a barista who’s simply asking for your order. Next time the two of you are out in public, take note. If your man jealously growls whenever someone else steals your attention away from him, he might be werewolf!

3.  Do all of your belongings somehow smell like your boyfriend?

Like most canines, werewolves like to put their scent on what they view as theirs. And Reader, if you’re dating a werewolf, then in their eyes, you belong to them. Hence, if you aren’t congested and you take a whiff of your clothes, bed, car— anything that you use on a daily basis, try to tell if it smells suspiciously like your boyfriend. If your man is a werwolf, then he one-hundred percent scented your belongings so that his scent clings to you. It’s a way he can show other werewolves that you’re off limits since you’re his.

4.  Does your boyfriend avoid silver?

Silver isn’t just a gorgeous metal, but it’s also deadly to werewolves. It can burn their skin and silver dust in the air at some jewelry shops can prove to be toxic. Therefore, if your boyfriend asks you not to wear your beautiful silver bracelet whenever you’re out on a date, then he might be a werewolf. Or maybe you just can’t pull off silver? 

5.  Does your boyfriend disappear once a month?

If your boyfriend mysteriously vanishes one night out of the month, then take the time to check the nighttime sky. If there’s a full moon outside, then he might be a werewolf. If he belongs to a pack, then most alphas prohibit pack members from revealing their werewolf status to humans— at least until marriage (talk about a shocking honeymoon). If he’s rogue, meaning he doesn’t belong to a pack, then he might just be afraid of how you’ll react to the fact that he’s a werewolf. Most werewolves have difficulty controlling their animalistic instincts on nights of the full moon, hence he might steer clear from you to protect you… or prevent himself from mounting you nonstop.

6.  Is your boyfriend very touchy?

Wolves are pack animals, and they tend to be pretty handsy with their fellow pack members to show their affection. Werewolves are the same, especially with their significant others. Does your boyfriend smother you in cuddles and kisses whenever you enter the room? When you’re out in public, does your boyfriend NEED to hold your hand or have his arm secured around your shoulders? If your special guy refuses to let any inch of space in between the two of you, you might be dating a werewolf.

7.  Does your boyfriend enjoy belly rubs?

Werewolves often roll over onto their backs during cuddle time, giving their darling a puppy-eyed look as they ask for a good belly rub. If your boyfriend loves your hands all over his chest, the act turning him into mush, then he might be a werewolf. Good news is that it’s a surefire technique to turn a big scary werewolf into a giddy puppy.

8.  When having sex, does your boyfriend howl when he climaxes?

Yes, that happens sometimes.

9.  Does your boyfriend claim to have trouble sleeping without you?

Werewolves usually have a pack mentality, meaning that they stick together in groups. This carries over to sleep, in which a werewolf finds it near impossible to fall asleep without their darling in their arms. If your boyfriend constantly tangles himself up with you in bed, and you wake up using him as your pillow, then it’s quite possible that he’s a werewolf.

10. And most importantly: Is your boyfriend really, REALLY possessive of you?

Again, as stated earlier, werewolves are extremely territorial creatures. And if you’re dating one, this fierce possessiveness extends to you. Pay close attention to your boyfriend. Does he growl at people who approach you? Does he seem to always know your whereabouts, almost as if he just “conveniently” keeps showing up? Has he ever said the specific phrase, “You’re Mine”? Have you ever tried to leave and he blocks the door, or tries to lock you away? If your boyfriend insists on keeping you all to himself at all times, then he’s definitely a werewolf!

[onyourhyuck]

Kiss. | K.DY

— Prologue: “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

— Summary: Where you are a vampire who hates werewolves until you met Kim Doyoung and become his one night stand.

— Genre: Romance. Smut minors dni. Fantasy. Vampire!y/n x Werewolf!doyoung. Mention of alcohol. Drunk sex(?) lots of pushing and pinning down. Y/n is an annoying brat. Brat taming. Unprotected sex. (Please use protection irl). Heavy making out. One night stand but become lovers later. Doyoung is such a tease and loves annoying Y/n.

— Notes: Long ass fic.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You’re a vampire who loves the party animal life style. You prefer being surrounded by your people who are vampires and love getting drunk even though it takes a while to get a vampire actually drunk on human alcohol and such. But tonight you are drunk off your rockets you won’t lie. You must’ve been so drunk because that night you decided to make the biggest mistake of your life.

Your paths were met with a certain someone you shouldn’t of have relations with anyways. They were new in town and you remember your family in the coven gossiping about how this town suddenly had a bunch of werewolves migrating from Seoul. And now they are here in your town living on with their life. This town mostly has humans living here so that’s why everyone who is a supernatural creature, they have a human disguise on.

For you it’s a spell protected ring that makes you able to go outside in the sun however it does go off roughly around two months. You gotta go back and get your ring renewed by the local witch who owns a shop after on.

The scent of something fuzzy and a mixture of alcohol mixing in with the natural scent of a werewolf makes anyone’s skin crawl creepily because your high sense of smell made it difficult to ignore him. You couldn’t believe a werewolf was drinking at your bar and at first it annoyed you to the bones until that same Werewolf walked to you with a smug expression pushing a large beer bottle to you and lifting his beer bottle.

You couldn’t explain it but it looked like he wanted to drink with you. As if he knew you were bothered by his presence being here and he decided to annoy you with it by drinking with you. You drunkenly glare pushing the bottle in your hand. It’s free alcohol you can’t reject that though.

“What are you doing here?” You ask the man. Doyoung laughs heartily as you came straight to the point. “Can’t you tell I’m having a drink with a beautiful lady?”

‘Ugh his flirting won’t on me.’ You prayed to yourself as you side stepped away from Doyoung leaving him and going to sit somewhere far. But when you left Doyoung just moved to sit next to you staring you down from the sideline.

You grumble. “You do realise that i am stronger than you during nighttime? I don’t think it’s a good idea to be picking a fight with me.”

Doyoung innocently stares as he sips calmly the bottle of beer in his hand shrugging. “I’m not picking a fight I’m having a conversation with you.”

“Is there a difference?” You blurt out.

Doyoung crowds over you. “There is. I’m being civil and you’re being prejudice.” He wasn’t wrong you had to admit. You were prejudice. You didn’t even know him yet and you only hate him because of his species — but you can’t blame yourself. Your family grew up this way and now they raised you that way too.

You look away sighing. “You’re lucky I’m feeling nice tonight.”

Doyoung smirks knowing he has lowered down your walls just a little now. It seems like you were now more comfortable to speak to him again. “I thought vampires couldn’t get drunk.” He’d question and you murmur taking a large sip of the beer bottle.

“They can if they drink to a point where it was excessive.”

The man questions in reality how much you drank then. Vampire bodies are basically rock stone so to have you this drunk it meant you must’ve been over that limit a long time ago. He saw you turn around suddenly watching him, your corpse like complexion which was so pale was growing a pink flush around the cheeks and Doyoung smiles seeing you squint your eyes forward to look at his face.

You really were so drunk. You couldn’t even see properly bless you he thought. Doyoung puts his hands on the desk where the bottle was put there and he looks back at you. “You’re…! I’m seeing two of you. Do you have twins?” You blabber and Doyoung laughs at how gone you are. “My lord you’re so drunk. What’s even your name?”

“Your mother.” You spat out and Doyoung rolls his eyes sighing. “Very funny. Come on i’ll take you home.” He was lifting you from your seat where he puts your arms around him and then starts walking you out of the bar. You were such a hard person to export to place to place because you kept wiggling and shaking in the hold. It’s as if you were more stubborn when drunk than you’re sober.

Doyoung hissed as you nearly hit him in the face with your hands moving everywhere. “Can you fucking stay still i’m trying to seatbelt you.” He snapped and somehow you could feel a little anger boiling inside him; you freeze and stay in the car seat like a cold statue and the final seatbelt was clicked in. He closed the door and comes through the driver seat sitting down.

You turn to him slowly and Doyoung glances at you. “Sorry I snapped.” He clears his throat as he drives away from the bar. You couldn’t believe your vampire ears for a whole ass minute because he apologised to you and you never thought werewolves could have the ability to be nice afterwards?

Might be the alcohol you thought because when a soft expression came on right after the angry one you found him sort of ethereal and beautiful. You look out the window drunkenly slurring. Why did you find his face attractive now? And why did you somehow like when he was ordering you, that you can’t answer.

“Where are we going?” You asked in a drunken manner and Doyoung slowly replied. “Will you tell me where you live?”

“God no. My parents can’t see me this drunk they would end me.” You lean in your seat getting comfortable.

Doyoung sighs. “Okay my house it is.”

As the car drive continues on you would see an incoming family house that looked slightly modern you weren’t sure why you were expecting a bloody cave. God you really need to stop judging werewolves. The driver left once the car was parked and went through opening your door unlocking the belt and then grabbing your arm putting it around his neck and having your supported body to carry up front to the door. It opens wide and you were welcomed into his home. A werewolf home and if your parents knew they would’ve known you to be a disgrace. But something about Doyoung made you stay and feel comfortable.

He wasn’t so bad. He actually helped you. No vampire has ever helped you before, but a freaking werewolf did.

Doyoung made sure you laid down on the bed inside his bedroom. You were fully clothed and looked to be so out of this world he still can’t believe you got this drunk at a bar, you clearly did not worry something would happen to you. Looking down at your shoes he took them off and puts them down somewhere in his room where you can see them later on. The clock on his bed stand table said it was too late and you couldn’t help but sit up holding Doyoung’s wrist from letting him leave.

“Where have you kidnapped me to?” You side shot and Doyoung looks down at you. “My bedroom.”

Your face went kinda warm thinking about this. This was his bedroom and you could find his scent everywhere it was almost infatuating. Doyoung rose his eyebrows at you pointing down at your hand holding his wrist. “You can let go off me now.” He’d say but you squint your eyes at him. “You’re not going to leave me here right?”

The man trails in confusion. “I’m taking the couch downstairs. I have to leave you here.” You huff. “You don’t even know my name though why are you treating me so nicely!”

Doyoung felt you pull him on the bed suddenly and he flinched by how your strength really was overpowering. The only time he was this close to a vampire was now. The vampires don’t let werewolves near them and they don’t get approached by Doyoung’s people because of this. They were stronger when it wasn’t the full moon. Until the full moon the werewolves become stronger than them.

You could feel a ball of air hitching in his throat when your face came closer to his even though you were drunk you could sense how nervous he was suddenly having you come so close to him. He whispers looking down at you. “You didn’t tell me your name. But that doesn’t mean i can leave you alone when you’re vulnerable.” It was kindness that made its way to your heart and you felt your body go warm because of how radiant he was.

You murmur staring down at his lips. There was something in your eyes that was speaking to him a foreign language. “Its Y/n. My name is Y/n.” You’d add softly and Doyoung swallows harshly.

“Kim Doyoung…” he slowly relies back but it seems like your eyes were both on each others lips. The sudden urge to lean in was a given.

“Do I make you wanna kiss me?” Doyoung quietly looked at you and you felt your eyes waver down capturing a soft peck on his lips. ‘ yes you do.’ You thought deeply. He slowly returned it back and it was a soft moment shared that would soon go from zero to a hundred. You laid back pulling Doyoung’s body on top of you while the kiss continued.

You wanted to say yes to everything knowing this was so wrong on many levels and if people found out about this it would be the ethereal cost of you both. But your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t understand why. Your hands were fiddling in your clothes as you were undressing each other so hungrily. A flash of yellow in his eyes made you think how much control he was losing.

And something about that control going haywire made you wonder how far you could push a werewolves buttons in bed. Your breathes gasping together as your lips break apart a long string of saliva connects the both of you.

“Is that all you can do? Already out of breathe Doyoung?” You playfully add with a smirk forming on your face seeing how Doyoung was flustered but the man below you fell into a stern expression where his hand captures your throat pushing you down on the bed and his voice going shades darker.

“The only one out of breathe will be yourself, Darling.” You couldn’t help it but he sent you multiple shivers down your smile as he licks your neck and sends those wet kisses you felt his teeth scraping on it and your legs straddling his waist as he pushed you down on the erected cock unclothed through your panties. You wince as if you can’t believe he was this big.

There was a hidden truth to his words. Everyone knows the rumours of werewolves being the best in bed and somehow you found yourself believing this now that you’re in that perfect situation of becoming someone’s fucked out doll. Doyoung was a complete unknown beast in bed you couldn’t believe it; he had you doing a whole workout. He was pushing into you so deep the minute his cock entered your wet pussy he went into a frenzy mode.

It’s like he had no physical restraint and when his glowing yellow eyes were pointed to yours that were crying pure tears by how good it felt folded by a werewolf to completely tame you, you found yourself loving the high too much. Your arms were on top of him scraping the skin with your claws that made him hiss in an irony of painful love. ‘Who would’ve thought he was a masochist..’ you smirked at the expression he gave and move your lips to his neck licking it down a spot.

His hips were straining you down with each pounding moment where your skin claps against each other you could feel your moans becoming more and more prominent. It was getting harder to control it down and at this point you pray his neighbours don’t question you and whatever you’re blabbering. “For someone who hates werewolves you love getting dick down by one don’t you?” There was hints of multiple trading you close your eyes unable to answer. Doyoung however loved seeing you go quiet and he whispers into your ear. “You love being stretched out by the biggest cock you’ve ever seen don’t you? You love having your stupid cunt filled.”

You whimper when his hands go back to choke you a little as you nod helplessly. “You already know the answer so why are you asking me?” Your voice was striking him so softly at the same time your body was so submissive but your personality was not and that’s another thing that Doyoung found attractive. You weren’t afraid to say what you want and you were stubborn as a mule.

“Because I like to see you break down while you admit it that you don’t hate werewolves.” Doyoung was your karma to say the least. He loved testing your ability to stay calm and now you can’t. You moan when his hands squeeze tighter again. He growls. “Admit it Y/n. You love getting fucked by a werewolf don’t you? You like how i stretch your small hole out and now I’m going to fill you up so much you won’t have any space in your womb.”

God you wanted to say no to all of these and say you don’t like anything how that sounded but you would be lying because all of the above you prayed it happens and your body was screaming for his release to come and give it to you. You loved the idea in truth and you loved how good it feels you were chasing your highs and he was chasing it too. You squeeze him whimpering.

Doyoung mockingly laughs. “Whimpering already? God you’re driving me fucking nuts.” He adds with a rough groan stuttering the hips down at you. The arms beneath you belong to him lift you up so he could hit another angle that made it straight to the k.o as he released deep within you. You weren’t aware you could have such a big orgasm before but you did and he made you come so many times.

“Take it all Y/n. Take it all.” He chants.

You couldn’t count how many exactly but it was too many. When Doyoung had finished inside you he stayed in your body for a while staring down at you as his yellow glowing eyes were all you could stare into as if you were hypnotised. You loved how bright and beautiful they actually were and your trembling hands hold his face.

He could tell how shaky your palms were by how they held his skin and he felt like you were made up of porcelain by your skin rattling like an earthquake. He drifts his face down as his eyes widen a little.

“You’re shaking so much, Y/n. ” He was suddenly worried. You can’t believe how he can switch so fast his personalities.

You murmur out in a daze. “Your neck looks so soft…” you whisper and your eyes were glowing a bright red. Doyoung couldn’t even resist to push you away when your fangs reappeared and bite down into the neck. He didn’t want to back away either.

He wanted you to drink him dry until your needs were satisfied. How would’ve thought you were going to bite him. Doyoung however grew a liking to the painful factor to this and he wanted you to bite every part of him and drink him out till he was nothing.

That night you wasn’t sure how many rounds you went through. But it certainly wasn’t one round. It was multiple rounds.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The very next morning you woke up in many different positions. You couldn’t believe what happened until you saw your naked body in the long standing mirror placed in the corner of the bedroom. You saw so many hickeys marking your body. Your body looked like it’s been through war and hell back on earth. Your clothes were on the floor so you quickly changed back into them.

You couldn’t see Doyoung in bed so he must’ve been awake already. You find your sunlight protection ring and put it on. Your body comes out of the bedroom going down the stairs slowly but you happen to run into three men rounding the kitchen.

You pause as Doyoung’s eyes caught you and they approach you quickly as he shown you a little smile. “Hey you’re leaving already?” You stand there shocked. Doyoung seems like he didn’t want to leave. You slant on the stairway looking away.

“I thought you would want me to leave. Y’know…” you pause but Doyoung held your hand shaking his head. “Look i don’t want you to leave just like that.” You couldn’t help but find kind comfort in his words. Doyoung was surprisingly kind and supportive of you and you can’t help but fall for it just a little.

He dragged you to the kitchen and you were met with two other than sitting down eating breakfast. There was a muscular man sitting on the left eating from the plate while there was a cuter and softer male with features waving at you. You did a small wave back and turn to Doyoung shyly.

You were surrounded by a bunch of werewolves now. You felt sort of out of place and scared now. Doyoung however, made sure his presence was comforting you because his hand fell on your waist holding it softly. You look up at the man who gives you a small reassuring nod.

“Hello.” You say quietly to the men dining. Doyoung comes forward clearing his throat. “These two are my roommates. Y/n meet Jaehyun and Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo smirks applauding. “Nice to meet you y/n.” The other man, Jaehyun, trails softly. “It’s nice to finally meet the voice we kept hearing all night.”

Doyoung glares but his face went equally red and so did yours as you side glance away to avoid meeting their eyes. Great they definitely heard you both. No doubt.

“Ignore Jaehyun.” Doyoung murmurs as he sat you down and you were facing them. The boys were eating away as you watch. You were unbelievably tense but somehow Doyoung held on making you go calm again when he held your hand.

“Uhm so. Y/n. What year were you born in?” Jungwoo trails making a conversation. You look back at the boy answering back. “I am a 94’ liner.”

The three of them choke on their food midway as they heard you could see them catch their breathe. Jaehyun was trying not to smile as he saw Doyoung’s ears going bright red. Jungwoo brushed the back of his neck softly.

“You’re older than us.” He stated now this time more formally. You smirk eyeing them down. “You can speak comfortably with me.”

“Can i call you Y/n still?” Jungwoo adds and i shake it off. “Yeah that’s fine.”

Doyoung looks up at you. He couldn’t believe you’re older than him but you look so young. He wonders if you’re beautiful or magically gorgeous. You only woke up and you look perfect. He loved the way your fangs poke out everytime you speak. They were small and cute when they weren’t growing out.

“So what years were you born in then?”

Doyoung look away murmuring to your question. “I am 96. Jaehyun is 97 and Jungwoo is 98.”

It seems like the baby was Jungwoo. You could kind of see it with the way how extroverted he was speaking meanwhile Jaehyun and Doyoung were slightly more quiet than the other boy. It seems like their friendship was close however like they could read each others mind. That must be a Wolf thing.

After they finished breakfast and chatting with you Doyoung decided to walk you out as you said you would have to go now. Doyoung didn’t want to let you go but he didn’t have much choice but to do that. You look down at your feet as he escorts you out and you murmur softly.

“It was nice chatting to you in the morning.” You add because you felt like you made some friends along the way.

Doyoung smiles nodding. “They seem fond of you. Especially Jungwoo.”

You wanted to say it’s a bad idea getting close to someone like you and that it wouldn’t end well but you can’t bring yourself to say it to Doyoung. Somehow you wanted to continue knowing him and his friends. You suddenly hold his hand and Doyoung faces you hearing you whisper.

“I don’t want to… forget you.”

You paused as you spoke these words out watching how his expression softens and it were no longer a questioning sad one. It did him great happiness to hear you were feeling the same way as he was. Doyoung’s fingers slowly slip into your hand intertwining them so your hands were fitting together and he came close suddenly.

You didn’t run away and when the man came close he gave you a small peck on your lips. The urge to just grab and make out with him for two hours straight was there but you bury it deep down and slant back as he gave you a soft loving kiss. It was different from last time. It felt like a goodbye kiss almost but until next time they meet again.

“You know where to find me if you ever want to see me again.” Doyoung tells you, slowly pulling away from your body.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The next few days you were on probation by your parents who were worried for you day and night. You couldn’t help but wish they were a little more lenient on you. They aren’t aware of what you got up to but they certainly could tell you weren’t home for a whole day which worried them. It’s ridiculous because you’re an adult but these people can never rest. They know how you are actually. You tend to get up to trouble wherever you go and they weren’t wrong.

You did get up to trouble. With a freaking werewolf that you can’t wait to see again.

‘I definitely got attached to him.’ You said to yourself as if this was a reason for you to relax and just let it happen. You didn’t hate him anymore however if anything you had some sort of weird feeling for him.

Doyoung took care of you. He even loved you for a whole night with many rounds to come. He introduced you to his friends who were not judgemental of your face. The only one that was still as hesitant was you. You were worried what your parents and your people would paint you as.

On your way you met your friend Taeyong. Lee Taeyong is a new vampire who was bitten by Taeil. You can see how that ended up now Taeil has to teach the boy to live as a vampire without getting caught.

Moon Taeil is your longest friend from childhood. You guys are the same age and you happen to know everything about each other — but this time you weren’t sure if he wants to know this piece of information.

“You slept with a werewolf?!” The two boys sang in unison as you were sitting down in their house sipping water from a straw.

Taeil looks away as he laughs in disbelief. You? With a werewolf? You hate werewolves last time he checked. He comes forward suddenly checking your wrists and sleeves.

You raise your eyebrows. “What are you doing?” You question your best friend who looks down at you. “I’m checking for a werewolf bite. What if he marked you? God you’re doomed.” He shakes his head at you coming to be so clueless.

“He didn’t bite me.” You’d reassure the two vampires in front of you. You murmur remembering the night again. “I bit him though.”

Taeil sat down crumbling as you kept giving the details from your night you spend with Doyoung. It seems it was getting worse and worse in his imagination.

“You drank from a werewolf. That’s fantastic Y/n! You fell for your one night stand.” He spat.

You flinch as you huddle on the couch sighing. “I shouldn’t of but he really isn’t as bad as the vampires claim they are. He took care of me Taeil. He even gave me a goodbye kiss.”

“I give you a goodbye kiss all the fucking time Y/n you can’t be seriously hurt that you aren’t seeing him anymore.” Taeil thrown at you.

You shake your head laying down on the couch holding your hands together. The ceiling was your form of entertainment as Taeil and Taeyong were wondering what���s happening with you.

“Did you at least do it safely?” Taeil would ask you.

A guilty smile came on your face as if you obviously weren’t being safe in the bedroom and Taeil sat back down yelling into his hands as if you were helpless and you were just a kid who knows nothing.

“Y/n you could get pregnant you know?” He spat and you somehow felt unbothered. You shrugged. “I didn’t know it was possible to intersect with werewolves.”

Taeil gasps. “Of course there are! Why do you think they don’t mix for a reason?”

Taeyong silently sips the blood from the hospital bloodbag and you roll off the couch sighing. “It’s fine trust me. I’m not going to get pregnant alright? It was only an one night stand.” Unfortunately.

Taeil side glares. “You want to meet him again don’t you?”

You smirk. “Heck yeah i do.”

“My god you are so delulu.” He stops. “For a werewolf Y/n. A werewolf Y/n. A species that could kill you.” He adds describing it. But even so you weren’t afraid of Doyoung.

You begin walking out the door. Taeil behind you shouts wondering where the heck you’re leaving while he was still talking to you.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING Y/N? I WAS SPEAKING TO YOU.”

“I am going to a bar! God you’re sounding like my bloody father now.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

You murmur at the bar all alone sipping a shot of soju. “Stupid Taeil telling me what to do and not do… man he’s such a freaking Wikipedia…” you shake your thoughts away as your best friend was done lecturing you about how to do safe sex and what not.

You couldn’t believe him. He wasn’t even a medical student and he goes all father on you.

The bar was playing little songs in the background that were tapping your fingers on the wooden bar counterpart. You sway a little enjoying the peaceful atmosphere until a sudden man leans forward taking a seat next to you.

When you were going to turn around it certainly felt like a deja vu moment you wanted to replay again.

“Doyoun—“

You pause as you realise it wasn’t Doyoung. It was just another human bothering you once again. You scowl at the man feeling disgusted he was drunk and smelled full of previous drugs. You couldn’t deal with the heinous smell so you turn around about to walk away.

“Were you expecting someone else love?” The man echos behind you.

You scowl. “Yes. Get lost I’m not interested.” You slant away leaving walking far away from that side and as you walk away you took sips of the brand new whiskey glass humming.

As you walk away a hand turned you around and you sighed swung yourself to shout at the man that was probably following you. “Look here mister I’m not fucking interested—“ but as you did your mouth fell apart and your voice was no longer there. You turned into a silent voice that couldn’t be traced nor heard because the person standing in front of you was a young man that you met the previous starry night you wish to forever remember. It was like a memory engraved in your brain you couldn’t forget and you don’t want to. You loved that night so much you felt your dead corpse heart beating so much you felt alive and without him you felt like a cold slum of death.

Doyoung smirks down at you. “I promise you will be interested soon.” He adds after your words and you felt going embarrassed you really thought you were followed by that human after all.

You slide back. “It wasn’t directed to you. Forget I said anything.” You’d shake your head. Doyoung looks down grabbing your glass of whiskey taking the last slip of the burning alcohol down his throat. You blink as he drank from the same glass and you touched your lips a little wondering.

He did indirect kiss me right now. You clear your unholy thoughts god you must be so tense and awkward right now with him it’s unbelievable.

“Hm you’re awfully quiet today. What happened to you Y/n? You’re not telling me to get lost like you did the night before. No werewolf prejudice today?” He said smirking while watching you and you felt your eyebrows lower down as you frown at him. He was teasing you.

You knew he was messing with you but you felt awfully embarrassed by it and even then you didn’t know what to say and reply back. “Shut up. Did you need anything Doyoung or are you here to rub it on my face?”

He grins. “Rub what on your face darling?”

You’d go silent. ‘That you slept with me and now I’m the one chasing you.’ You thought deeply. You want to kiss him so badly he looked so kissable right now. You want to let him know how bad you want him and even now him standing here you could take him on. You didn’t care if anyone else saw you.

You want people to know you are his and he’s yours. You don’t want this to be a secret one night stand. You want more. And here you are doing the thing you fear the most.

You’re here wanting to kiss a werewolf.

“Forget it.” You whisper into the air as your back turned around to Doyoung but as you did he turned you back around and quickly pinned you against the nearest wall as he was looking down at you knowing exactly what you wanted it he wouldn’t give it to you easily unless he heard it from you.

He wants to hear you. He wants you to give yourself to him and then he could do the same. But you’re stubborn and you’re conflicted still. He was only waiting for you.

“Doyoung what are you doing?” You flinch in panic when he came forward to close the gap between your faces.

He stares into your beautiful siren-like eyes that he swore were magically making him feel all sorts of emotions from you. “I want to look at your face.”

It was such a normal sentence that made you feel so many abnormal things deep inside your stomach. Your throat swallows harshly as he could see your neck move with each saliva you took back.

His eyes move up to your face again. “Do I make you wanna kiss me?”

Your hands wrap round his neck like a collar wanting to bring him forward to you. You ache out speaking so desperately as you close your eyes. “Yes so bad, Doyoung, so bad it hurts.”

He’s making you want to kiss him there and then but he was only waiting for your green light and then he could go and go kiss you as hard as you ever wish. He only needs your green light to give him the signal.

And when he did his lips did not waste a single time to take a taste of your cherry red lips feeling so good like he were flying off the ground with you. Matching your slow sensual speed and holding you tighter like he wanted to all this time you were in each others dreams just like this; he loved to see your voice go dimmer and your moans escaping occasionally with it and how badly he loved your lips on his. Doyoung could fall deeper and you fell deeper with him. All your brain thought line a religious mantra was: your lips, your lips on repeat.

In between the kisses you slip in with Doyoung you hear him whisper hovering your mouth. Even then your kisses did not stop like it was impossible to. “Do you want me to become yours, Y/n?” It was a clear answer as you achingly add. “Yes Doyoung. I don’t care what anyone says about us.” Pulling him into a passionate celebratory kiss.

It all took one KISS for you and Doyoung to release your feelings into the wide open reality. Like a forbidden spell taking over you.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

@onyourhyuck please refer from translating and copyrighting my work thank youu! Reblog and follow me for more it helps a girl out <33.

[goblinpuppy35]

Paw Prints in Fresh Soil

(Previous Chapter) - Part 2 - (Next Chapter)

Professor Remus x Male Reader

Summary: While teaching at Hogwarts Professor Lupin tries his best to conceal his strong crush for the green fingered grounds keeper Y/N but soon a strong friendship blooms into something more.

------------------------------------------

A week of teaching flashed past Remus at an expectational speed and he loved every moment of it. Everyday was slightly different with what he taught and he was beginning to see a genuine improvement in the students Defense Against the Dark Art skills. He felt a place of pride for them all in his heart. The connection he had built with his students did help to combat the consistently delicate relationship he held with most other teachers.

They would exchange polite nods with Remus down the hallway yet this was always accompanied with a swift step to the furthest wall to increase their distance between themselves and the Proffesor. It was an agonising staff meeting when it had been made aware to the rest of the teachers about Remus being a werewolf, several protested intensely, with Professor Snape being the biggest. During this discussion Remus had kept closest to the door with his head hung staring at his scuffed shoes. He felt a constant sense of anxiety that this whole opportunity would be whipped away from him any second.

Each day Remus considered it a blessing he was still at Hogwarts. At this point he had become accustomed to doing his scheduled night patrols alone. His eyes adjusted well to the dark night surroundings, personally Remus would have been happy to wonder without a light but to not startle any potential wandering members of the castle, he illuminated his path by the tip of his wand as he strolled down the hallway, passing sleeping paintings. 

The night had a cold but peaceful atmosphere to it which Remus took solis in, enjoying a few squares of his nighttime supply of chocolate. As Remus used his sharp back teeth to press down on a particular hard piece he froze in the middle of the hallway and observed a dull warm light grow in intensity around the corner. It was the glow of a lantern and Remus prepared himself to give a wandering student a stern yet measured reminder of Hogwarts after dark curfew rules, but the figure's size threw his focus. Taller than a student yet not as tall as the Professor himself. With Remus remaining stagnant and figure not fully looking where they were going the two almost collided.

With only a few steps to spare the lamp and the head of its carrier whipped forward in Remus' direction, their two light sources highlighting the other. "Y/N!" Remus said in surprise, "Oh Christ! " was the groundskeeper's response followed by him stepping back, clinching his chest and letting out a small nervous laugh "You really need to stop sneaking up on me Professor Lupin". Despite the shock Remus found himself pleased to see the young man again "forgive me, I didn't expect to see you of all people on my patrol, what are you doing up and about?". By now Y/N had caught his breath back, "Same as you actually" he explained "Hagrid wasn't feeling so well so asked me to do his night patrol for him. I don't spend much time in this castle, I'm honestly amazed you all don't get lost in this maze more often!". There already seemed to be an element of comfortable familiarity between the two men which Remus enjoyed, "Well we all get lost in our first year but soon you start to know Hogwarts as a second home along with all its strange passageways" he beamed towards Y/N, however this shared experience seemed to be lost on the groundskeeper who looked back at Remus with a polite but confused smile.

Remus wasn't able to speak again before the conversation was deliberately interrupted by a slow cough echoing down the hall, it's perpetrator made themselves viable from their own wands light. "Interrupting something am I?" each word was more drawn more then the last and Remus brow dropped as Proffesor Snape approached them. "The fact your granted the responsibility of night patrols is truly beyond me, especially since it seems you'd rather spend your time gossiping" Snape's dark eyes lookee between Y/N and Remus who then looked towards each other. "With all due respect Proffesor Snape" Y/N carefully began "Professor Lupin is an incredibly capable member of staff and takes his role with absolute seriousness" Remus' mouth dropped open slightly, it was rare he was ever stood up for. "In fact I was just about to ask Professor Lupin if he would accompany me on my petrol for the rest of the night since I don't know these halls as well as him." Y/N finished with an air of confidence though alas this began to diminished as Proffesor Snape came closer.

"This is NOT the kind of individual anyone in this school should be conspiring with" hissed Snape towards Y/N, "If it was put to me he would be on the first train out of here" as the ghoulish positions teacher paused he leaned in closer to Y/N making him visible nervous. "And you would be a close second Mr Y/L/N. You have no business being here, the only small positive in your gross act of misjudgement is the only person your endangering is yourself of course". Y/N's face showed he was certainly upset by these comments yet he stood his ground, gripping onto the handle of his lantern tightly.

Once Snape was satisfied with his torment he adjusted his robes and started to walk down the eery corridor "Of course, it's in my best interest for you to not get yourself harmed. I will need your help collecting the herbs I need for a certain Someone's medicine" with the word someone being emphasised as Snape briefly turned back to glare directly as Remus. It wasn't until Remus was satisfied that Snape was out of ear stop he could relax and turn back to Y/N "he's as insufferable as when he was child. I'm sorry about him Y/N please don't take his words to heart. You have a right to be here as much as anyone" in a moment of rare forwardness Remus places his hand gently on Y/N's shoulder.

This gesture was met with tender eyes and a small warm smile from Y/N which was enough to make Remus draw him in closer but by force he controlled his impulses. "Thank you Lupin" Y/N said genuinely "But Professor Snape is right, I don't exactly belong here" as Y/N contemplated he began to walk down the hallway and Remus swiftly followed. "You know originally I withdrew my application to come and work here at the school but it was Dumbeldore who found me and encouraged me to reconsider." as they walked Y/N seemed to be talking to the sleeping paintings as much as he was to Remus, nevertheless he was happy to just listen. "I knew the risks coming here and I knew it wasn't going to be easy yet at the same time I was hopeful, if that makes any sense". "Completely" Remus said earnestly suddenly finding himself connecting even more with the gentleman next to him. Was it possible they were more alike then he had originally thought?

"Well" Y/N said with a sudden chuckle "that's what I get for being a Muggle living under Hogwarts roof". Remus instantly scrapped his previous thoughts. "I'm sorry what? .. your a Muggle?" Y/N seemed shocked by Remus' own level of disbelief, "had you not noticed" he asked lifting up his hand  to Remus "no wand". This was true, Remus had never noticed a wand on Y/N's person and it would explain why he was walking at night by latten light and yet Remus was still struggling to grasp this new information. Y/N had stopped walking forward, folding his arms he leans against the stone wall, allowing Remus to remain dumbfounded "if it helps you reacting as well as most people do" there was a hint of sarcasm in Y/N's voice. This was not the first time he'd had this conversation. In this moment Remus recognised the familiar emotions of uneasiness and panic he had often bared witness from others now being expressed outwardly from himself. He took a moment to recenter himself and rejoin the conversation with Y/N, the last thing Remus wanted to do was make him feel more isolated.

Without being prompted Y/N began to talk, "I'm sure you've got questions so I'll give you the basic run down . My parents went to Hogwarts, they met each other, fell in love and had a child. A healthy baby boy who grew up to be a very capable wizard in the ministry. Then they had a second child .. a child who showed no signs of magical spell casting abilities. And before you ask they did numerous tests on me. Some just said I was a late bloomer and needed more time but nothing happened. No wand chose me and that was that". They had reached the end of the hallway which had an enormous decorative arched window looking out towards the still lake and Y/N watched the clouds reflection dance in the water ripples as he continued. "So my parents decided to send me to a Muggle school, not that I really fit in there either. But I still had such an interest in the magic world, I read all my parents books on wizard history and creatures. I got particularly fascinated by magical herbology hence why I help out in the greenhouses so much. So yes, I may be a Muggle technically but I know a lot about this world and I feel more connected to be in it then the one out there." Despair was hidden behind Y/N's eyes though he did a good job holding it from rising to the surface.

Remus said nothing at first, he simply looked at Y/N in awe, processing every word he'd said. Finally as the full murky colours of dawn began to creep into the sky and morning birds tweeted in the dark trees, Remus reached out and took Y/N's hand. It was Y/N's turn to now stand silently, in shock of Remus' sudden action. "You may not be a magic caster Y/N .. but you have me spellbound" even within the dark Y/N cheeks clearly turned a warm pink and he almost tried to wiggle out of Remus' grasp. "You are proving everyone who ever doubted you wrong by being here and that is immensely courageous, I implore you to believe in your own capabilities, or at least let me believe in them until you can" when Remus had said 'let me' he could feel Y/N's own grip in his palm get tighter for a moment. "That's .. that's quite a romantic statement Proffesor Lupin" Y/N couldn't meet Remus' eye contact until he said his name and in a heart beat both men were the same shape of pink and exchange nervous chuckles.

"Please, call me Remus" he noticed the warm colour coming back to Y/N's face which caused Remus to gaze out of the window and see that the morning sun was swiftly approaching. "And I'm just speaking honestly...Looks like our patrol together is almost done. Would you like to watch the sun rise with me?". Y/N nodded and their hands parted as they sat down of the stone window ledge and enjoyed the steady glow of the horizon. "What did Professor Snape mean when he said that you shouldn't be here either" Y/N ask and looked at Remus with curious eyes. Remus kept his eyes forward at the lake and his jaw tightened. "Oh nothing really. Just old school boy grudges really." Y/N continued to stare at Remus and then eventually turned back to face the sunshine "oh. okay then."

'Honestly my arse' thought Remus with a sigh.

[camzverse]

Howdy!! I really like ur spider duo AU, I have some questions!!

1. What are Spider-Van and Spidey's power sets, and do they have any extra special abilities other than their spider powers?

2. How did Vanessa and Gregory first meet? Must have been a chaotic story.

3.  I'll be blunt with this one but, does Gregory have alive parents or is he an orphan/foster kid? 💀💀 also, does he live with Vanessa?

4. Does Cassie know/met Roxanne in person?

5. Bc Roxy doesn't know she's a werewolf bc of memory loss, how does she cope with the massive gaps in her memory when she goes back to normal?

6. What does the media think of Spider-Van and Spidey? Which comes to my personal favorite question, have either of them been cancelled for something stupid?

7. Does Fazcorp want to capture Ness and Greg or do they not care abt them being spider-people?

HI HELLO IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED!!!

ok so their powers are mostly the same but there are some discrepanciesss. spider-van doesnt have wall-crawling (since the spider that bit her was an early prototype it lacked that ability) and spidey only got somewhat increased strength rather than super strength. they both have organic webbing, spider sense, increased agility and balance, ykyk. i think thats everything ? also i was thinking of giving spidey the venom strike power (aka miles morales' electricity thing) but idk idk. and as for any other special abilities, cant really think of any.. ^_^;

storytimeee :3 so it happened the day after gregory got bit. so like his powers just kicked in today and he has no idea wtf is happening. and it was on a school day so hell broke loose a bit. anyway he runs out of school bc hes in a. kerfuffle. to say the least. his powers are going haywire hes got various objects stuck to his hands etc yk how it is. so hes walking down the street and unbeknownst to him vanessa (as spider-van rn) is engaged in a fight with some villain. hes waaay too focused and concerned with his own situation to even NOTICE the fight. and like its a pretty big messy fight and at one point van hits the villain and they go crashing down RIGHT at where gregory is. van quickly moves him out of the way (he falls onto the ground though and also the stuff that was stuck to his hands falls off) and is like "woah hey you alright??" and literally as shes finishing her sentence he webs her in the face. Not intentionally. but yeah his powers are still going totally haywire and he accidentally shoots a web RIGHT in her face. he tries to run away bc hes incredibly panicked but she doesnt let him go bc she realizes the material of the web he just flung at her head is identical to that of her webs (prob not a common material so shed recognize it) so shes asking like "how did you do that?" and she kinda grabs his arm bc she assumed he had built some device that can shoot webs like that but thats when they have like a Spidey Sense Thing like in into the spiderverse and she Realizes. more happens after that but yeah thats how they initially met 😋😋

in typical spider-man fashion gregs parents are dead. dead as hell. what shoes they got on in their grave. (/ref) but uhh idk i was thinking he lives with an aunt or smth and id have her die early in the story like how uncle ben dies ykyk. but im not rly solid on that. i just havent thought of a living situation for him in this au that satisfies my brain perfectly.. so take everything i just said with a grain of salt bc its subject to change (except his parents will still be dead that part im solid on)

cassie has met roxanne one time :) she goes to her races a lot but there was one time when she was younger that her dad got like vip tickets or smth that let her actually meet roxy in person

well at first she didnt even notice the gaps in her memory because she had been transforming at nighttime and wouldve been asleep, but soon the transformations started happening earlier and multiple times a day and she was. extremely concerned. about the memory loss. but she was really trying to act as if nothing was wrong bc for all she knew, maybe nothing was wrong . maybe she had just gotten confused. and if something was wrong it could be smth bad for her career or whatever and she did NOT want to risk that so she covered it up/ignored it/hid it yk. she doesnt even know what had happened until she gets apprehended as the "she-wolf" (as shes nicknamed by the press) by spider duo and wakes up in a containment room of a lab that would then try to fix her whole werewolf problem

oh the media LOVES them. or at least the public does. theres still like one newspaper company thats on their asses 24/7 but generally yeah the people are big fans (people actually even sell merch of them in universe its funny. theyve bought some of their own merch too) . and YEAH lmfao they have both been cancelled at least once. spidey moreso than van. like she gets cancelled maybe just one time but hes been cancelled likee 3+ times. its always some crazy ass misunderstanding too like he'll make a harmless goofy comment and people will b like "Oh so he thinks babies should die." like its crazy. or he saves someone and theyre like "what can i do to thank you" and he makes a joke like "can you do my science homework? Lol" and suddenky some rnadom group of parents is trying to cancel him for promoting academic fraud or some shit idk man. but yeah no lmao rvery once in a while some rando starts trying to cancel them. also think it woukd be funny for them to get kinda cancelled like how miles morales did in atsv with like the baby powder or whatever LMAO. its funby. But on a more serious note they technically got cancelled during the glitchtrap/venom arc since they pretty much turned evil and everyone turned on them. took a whiiile to come back from that after ut was over. thats not some stupid silly thing tho so whatevs

at first fazcorp didnt care about capturing or stopping them like at all. they actually cooperated a couple of times before. they were on decent terms. however when freddy shows up things change in the fazcorp-spider duo dynamic.. after freddy goes rogue from fazcorp and is about to be taken down by spider duo, someone from fazcorp shows up to apprehend and take back freddy but van and spidey dont want them to take him back since at this point they know what they built him for and do Not want rhat to continue. so they fight and win but fazcorp is furious theyve interfered with their operations. before they had a 'you dont bother me, i dont bother you, and maybe ill help u too' type of deal but. well that wont work anymore. afterwards fazcorp begins doing things to create more villains and try to take them down. etc etc. so by a later point yeah they do definitely care about capturing them. plus they can study them. but them being spider-people alone wasnt enough for them to try to capture them yk

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS!!!1!1!1 im so joyous 🤗🤗 i love talking about this au

[drunktuesdays]

Wrestleprompt pairing thoughts: yuta and trent (my brain went to proposal of ceasefire)

For @wrestleprompts, "A proposal on the beach."

The beach was deserted when Yuta made his way down to the water.  He shivered, the cool breeze off the waves prickling the hairs on his arms. He didn’t want to be here. Nothing about this seemed like a good idea, and if Claudio and Mox knew what he was doing, they’d be ripshit. 

He shivered again, and rubbed his arms. Fucking Trent. If he wasn’t here in the next three minutes, Yuta was going back to the hotel. He didn’t care if—

Five feet away, a lighter flicked on in the dark. Yuta screamed and startled back, almost ending up on his ass in the dark.

“I thought you were a cool guy now,” Trent said, taking a drag on his cigarette.  “Isn’t that what you joined the bdsm freaks for?”

“Don’t call them that,” Yuta snapped, trying to will his heartbeat down to regular levels. “Jesus Christ, who hides in the dark like that?”

Trent stepped closer to the circle of dim light thrown off by the hotel’s patio. He said, “It’s nighttime, man. Have you ever experienced night time? It’s when the sun goes away, so it gets dark everywhere. It’s kind of a regular—”

“Shut up,” Yuta said. “I’m going back up.”

“Sensitive,” Trent said. “That’s why I didn’t want you in the group, you little baby. Hang on—look, you know I wouldn’t have called you here for something stupid.”

“I figured you called me here to jump me,” Yuta said, sullenly. 

“If I did, you’re an idiot for coming alone,” Trent said.  He crouched for a minute, and stubbed his cigarette out in the sand before standing back up and tucking it in his shirt pocket.  

“You save cigarette butts?” Yuta asked.

“What? No, man,” Trent said. “I’m gonna throw it out when I find a trash can. You throwing trash on the beach? You dump your little trash all over the beach?”

“No!”  “It could get in the water and kill a dolphin, dude,” Trent said reproachfully. 

“I’m leaving,” Yuta said, and started back up the sand towards the hotel.

“It’s about Chuck,” Trent called.  

Yuta stopped walking. He said, without turning around, “What makes you think I give a shit?”  

“Cause you do,” Trent said. “You hate me, and for some reason you’ve decided you hate Orange, but you still love Chuck, don’t you?”

“No,” Yuta said, still not turning back. He squinted up at the lights—he could see Silver in the distance, doing what looked like the chicken dance with Rush. 

“C’mon,” Trent said. “He needs your help.”

“Then why isn’t he here asking me directly?” Yuta said, finally facing Trent. “Why’d he send you?”

“He doesn’t know I’m here,” Trent said. Then: “Wait, wait, wait! Hang on—look. Would I be asking you for help if I didn’t mean it?  Look—you know his secret, right?”

“That he’s a werewolf?”

“Okay man, are you just gonna scream it? You wanna just yell as loud as you can? Make sure—”

“I didn’t say it that loud—”

“—Everyone can hear—you did say it that loud. Okay, well yeah. That secret. He’s lost control of his shift, man.”

Yuta blinked. “What’s that mean?”

Trent rolled his eyes. He said, “What do you think we’re in those dweeby tracksuits for, huh? To hide his tail. He’s growing his hair out because sometimes his ears are going pointy and shit.”

“I don’t know why that’s my problem,” Yuta said, but he heard how weak his voice was. Chuck was weird—real weird. All the Best Friends were. Weirder than anyone gave them credit for. But the werewolf stuff—Chuck had never seemed to mind it very much. Mostly seemed to shrug it off.  It didn’t make sense—Chuck losing control? Not handling his stuff? It didn’t seem right. It wasn’t—

“Fuck off,” Trent said. “I know he’s like, your hero or whatever—”

“No—”

“Look,” Trent said. “I don’t like it. But he thought of you as part of his pack. And now he’s not doing so good. The full moon is tomorrow.”

“Okay?” Yuta said, uncertainly. 

From behind him, Orange said, “So we’re asking you to run with us, Jimmy. For one night.”

Yuta startled. Fell over for real. 

“This fuckin idiot,” Trent groaned. 

[lady-exophiliac-musings]

Monsterfucker Mansion: Intro

Note: This will be a multi-chapter work. Requests are wide open. Ask for a monster, and ye shall receive a fucking from it. ;)

This intro contains no sex, just some small worldbuilding and exploration. This story will include impregnation, and probably a lot of it, by all sorts of different exophilia crushes.

There's an old, abandoned building you know of. It's a far trip for you, but the rumors surrounding it are the most enticing things you've ever heard:

Anyone who goes in comes back out changed. In the case of all the women you've heard of, they come back out -- pregnant.

And not with human offspring.

Nervousness and disbelief had kept you away for years, constantly hedging over the validity of the claims and debating over the possible consequences of going there, yourself.

Lots of "what if" scenarios filled your daydreams and nighttime ponderings.

What if the rumors were true? What if you went there and met a vampire? What if you met a demon? What if you met an entire group of satyr brothers? What if a werewolf pack happened to visit it at the same time you did?

What if they fucked you silly and you came back home pregnant with some monster's baby?

How would you care for it? Would you care for it? Would you just go back after the birth and hand it off to the father? Would you keep it? What kind of mother would you be to a little half-demon or half-vampire or half-lycan? Was that even how it worked -- or would the baby take after its father fully?

Several years passed as you argued with yourself over this, constantly checking any reports you could find of continued activity in the abandoned mansion. Dozens of "interviews" were conducted in that time featuring people who'd claimed to have gone in, and they all had one thing in common:

Ecstasy.

They'd loved cavorting in that mansion with the creatures they'd encountered. And while there was nothing saying that they weren't just the lucky ones, that maybe hundreds had gone in and never returned at all, the very real possibility of you finding yourself at the mercy of a who-knew-what for a night and then returning home carrying its offspring was beyond tantalizing to you.

Eventually, you broke. You ventured to the mansion, opting to borrow a coworker's motorcycle for the trip to hide it easier once you got there. After all, you had no idea how long you were going to end up staying and you didn't want your vehicle to attract attention.

No, you'd much rather remain as anonymous as possible until the very end.

Giddy, you drive for well over four hours before finding the path leading into the spooky woods where the mansion waited. And, you soon discover, the path is notably worn by vehicle tread despite being a dirt road.

A lot of people had come here before you.

Even more excited, now, it's a little hard to focus as you continue down the road. By now you don't even need directions or your GPS; the road is so well-used it's obvious where you need to go.

Before long, the mansion comes into view.

And it is a mansion. The few images of the exterior you'd managed to scrounge up don't do it justice.

It's a massive building, four stories in the center and three for the two wings. The road winds left and right, giving you incomplete glimpses of it for a while, but it isn't hard to estimate that there's around fourty sets of windows on the front, implying numerous rooms on every floor.

It's definitely been damaged over the years, some windows badly boarded up and others visibly shattered. An overhang held up by columns create a wide front porch, and one of the columns has splintered and been semi-shredded in the middle. A set of stone stairs lead up to that porch, and chunks have been broken off from it.

Your heart's already pounding as you break free of the wooded area and follow the path as it curves up to the front of the building, a non-working three-tier fountain featuring a mermaid on a shell taking up a place of honor in front of it.

Giddy, you slow to a stop and remove your helmet so you can take a better look. No lights shine from within -- but, then, you'd expect that any monsters that frequent this place would probably be able to see in the dark. They wouldn't need the light.

Excitement hums in your veins. Was it twisted of you to find what comes next all the more appealing because you expect it to be scary?

Taking deep breaths to control the shaking in your core, you leave your helmet and riding jacket on the bike, stuff the keys in your pocket, and proceed up to the door.

It's ajar, you notice, as if inviting you to venture within.

You take out your phone and switch the flashlight on to illuminate the interior before you step inside, getting a lay of the land. After all, if it turns out this place was full of asbestos and tetanus, well -- that would be bad.

You want to get fucked by monsters, not diseases.

The area within is surprisingly clean, given the outward appearance. It's dusty, but more at the edges than anywhere else -- like it's been traveled quite frequently, you note. And there's a definite lack of broken or abandoned furniture as well.

Only a few pieces remain, and they're all visibly intact. A small table in the entryway with an attached mirror; a vintage sofa in a room to your left; a small dining table with a set of six chairs around it; a tall cabinet, empty within but the glass doors intact and clean of dust.

Someone had to be tending to this place, you realize, which means it definitely is occupied.

Now even more excited, you creep inside, the nervous part of you driving you to keep quiet just in case. It's stupid, maybe; you're here to get railed by the creatures that might be living here, yet your voice and actions are suppressed, caution and a constant feeling like you're being stalked forcing you to try and be stealthy.

Not even the recognition that you were definitely not ever going to be stealthy enough to avoid getting caught by monsters can halt the impulse for you to step quietly and avoid anything remotely wobbly.

Plus, you think, you are using your phone as a flashlight. If anything else is in here, it probably already knows that you are, too.

...Yet, disappointingly, nothing shows itself, not even after you've started to get a feel for the mansion's layout. It's a surprisingly intuitive design, actually. You feel like you don't get lost despite the size of it, able to follow the hallways, anticipate turns, and connect the three individual staircases you find without difficulty.

It becomes a secondary form of fascination to you. You even catch yourself testing your guesswork by finding your way back to the front door with increasingly roundabout paths and feeling impressed when you successfully locate it.

Still no monsters pop out at you, but by now you don't mind so much; you're having fun just exploring. And, at last, you decide to expand your search to the second floor, ascending the stairs.

...Every single room up here is, unequivocally, a fucking room.

The first one you find, nudging open the ajar door, takes you by surprise. It's a bedroom with a four-poster canopy, red velvet blankets, and a fur rug on the floor. A fireplace is situated against one wall with a desk and a 5-prong candelabra at another.

Oh yes, and there were leather cords with soft shackles affixed to each of the bed's posters.

A little stunned at the discovery, you move on to another room.

This one had a single mattress on the floor with a trio of pillows at the head and torn, bloody sheets tossed over it. Strangely, there was also a mini fridge in the corner, which -- when you checked it out of sheer curiosity -- was actively running and was full of various kinds of alcohol -- and ice cream.

A third room was dressed up nicely in pastel pinks and lace, including a vanity of pure white with gold trim, a mirror with lipstick kisses on it, and a large wardrobe across from the king-size, comfy-looking bed.

The next was a mixture of black and dark violet, everything styled in a leather-and-chains goth aesthetic, the window covered in heavy black drapes.

It went on and on. One room didn't have a bed, but rather a pile of soft fur blankets and throw pillows in front of a fireplace. Another was pristine and perfect, everything in white, black or grey and cut in sharp angles. The next was in rich blues and greens, a string of pearls embedded in the walls up at ceiling-level, the room itself notably colder than the others. Yet another was more rugged and worn-down, the floor scuffed, the walls scratched, everything in shades of brown, red and orange -- earthy, beastly, rough.

Things definitely were living here, you conclude, and there were a lot of them -- with vastly different styles and personalities.

Now if only you could figure out where the fuck they were hiding.

[redheadspark]

i don’t know if im too late (time zones confuse me i’m so sorry) but if i’m not could i request 16 with jack russel? if i’m too late it’s totally fine i’m just really bad with time zones i can’t remember which one i’m in lol

A/N - You requested just in time! I would love to write this for you! Thanks for requesting this! It'll be nice and short, but it's cute :)

Light Show

Summary - Nighttime in the countryside with your favorite werewolf.

Warnings - Just some fluff

“Jack, if we stay up here any longer, I will fall asleep,”

“Trust me, Amor.  This is worth it,”

You eyed Jack, seeing him keep his eyes up on the starry night high over the two of you as you sighed and snuggled into him a big more.  The warm summer night was not unbearable, but it was making you sleepy as you both were laying out on your backs on the front lawn in front of your house.  All you could hear was the shilling sound of the wind coming along the wildflowers around you, the softest sound of the babbling brook behind your house, and the insects who came out at night clicking away.  

It was Jack’s idea to move to countryside a year ago, he needed to be away from the bustling city that seemed to give him far too much stress.  You were glad to move out too, as much as you loved the city and doing things on the weekend, you weren’t going to say no to him.  A change of pace was what you both needed, and once you got your hands on the little house near a small river and close by a national forest, it was perfect.

It’s been one year since you moved into at small house.

“Apparently it’s one of the better nights to see most of the constellations that are out,” Jack explained as he was pointing to each of the constellations that were brighter than the others, “Ursa Major…Cancer….Ah that is Lyra!”

Jack was just a curious soul, wanting to know more about the world around him. You loved that about him, the thirst to find out what else was out there in the world and yet have the youthful heart that never seemed to be tainted.  It’s what drew you to him, the softest smiles and the whole hearted laughs that were shared with you.  Maybe your heart was calloused in the past from ex boyfriends and hardships, but ever since Jack came into your life, your heart had the calloused shield shed and a new form was coming through.

It was both scary and yet exciting at the same time. 

“There, look over there,” He said as he pointed, your eyes following in the same direction as a small flicker of light shot through the sky, almost too quick but you caught it soon enough. You beamed, amazing at the sight.

“How did you catch that?” You asked Jack, looking up at him as he shrugged.

“Good werewolf eyes I guess,” he replied, you laughing as he went one, “Actually, on my last job the client is an astrologer.  She told me that tonight is a meteor shower, one of the biggest ones in the past decade.”

Another flicker came through the sky quickly, then another.  It was like a slight show began, and the thrilling sensation of you and Jack being the only ones seeing it.  If you both were back in the city, there would be no way in seeing not just the meteor shower that was occurring, but the constellations too.  You realized that the first time in your new home, you could see hundreds of more stars that were scattered along the blue night sky.  It was so memorizing for you, spending that first night outside on the same grassy ground that you were sprawled out now just watching the constellations come to life.

It was even better when Jack came out, blanket in hand, and you two watching in each other’s arms.

“Happy one year,” Jack hummed to you as he rubbed your arm with his fingers.  You grinned, seeing a few more light beams dash across the sky right in front of you.

“Happy one year, my wolf boy.”

The End

June Summer Prompts

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

Lupine camping

(okay so in the au Crow can turn into a human and back (the fic explaining why is very big) so umm yeah enjoy this, a collab with @classicrocker2000 )

Orbiting a small green planet was a bone shaped satellite. A ladder down to the planet was attached to it.

Down on the lush green planet was quiet a trio to see. One was a tiny red robot who laid on the grass while another was a golden robot who in a moment was a human. There was another human however, a man who was clad in a blue jumpsuit. His blonde hair was short and he held a tinderbox in his hands. He looked up to Crow and smiled. He couldn’t believe the fake SOL trick actually worked. GPC’s calculations gave them around 3 days to rest and relax before Pearl Forrester and her lackys realized the ruse.

After a few hundred years, Crow’s human form had changed, from a teenager to a lanky adult whose long hair was tied back into a ponytail and had a stubble on his chin. His beige jumpsuit now fitted a bit better. Underneath the Robinson name tag was hand sewn T. Robot name tag. He was pitching a tent while his snarker in crime, Tom Servo was laying down, languishing in the sunset of the camping planet while Mike was working on lighting a campfire with a pack of marshmallows by his side.

“Hey Mike, what are you doing with those marshmallows?” Tom asked. He was wearing a fishing hat with absolutely no intent to fish and was trying (and failing) to set up a BBQ.

“Back when I was a kid, Eddie and I would start a fire and roast marshmallows. I would end up burning mine and also burn myself.” Mike said he lit the fire easily before it went out. 

“Looks like I need some more kindling, Servo, make sure nobody gets their hands on the marshmallows, I’m going to get some sticks.” 

“Sure Mike, Don’t run into a teenage werewolf!”

“I won’t Servo!” Mike laughed, he walked into the forest. The forest reminded him of the forests back on earth, but in its own way was alien. The trees had purple leaves and the flowers grew sideways. The various critters that Mike spotted were so strange and alien that he couldn’t fully describe them. Yet there were no sticks that could be kindling to be found.

Mike looked up at the sky, poopie, it was nighttime without the moon’s light. On the other hand, the stars looked amazing down here. Just how many places has he seen in his life that nobody else would ever see? How many strange new lifeforms has he encountered? He was just an out of work actor from Wisconsin and yet…

There was a rustle, a snap and a growl. Mike turned his head to the sound. He needed to get out of here. 

Mike turned to run and ran into something sticky—a giant web. He groaned and struggled a little. A huge wolf-shaped creature came into view and pounced onto Mike. With bitter irony, he realized he might just become wolf food. Mike struggled, his hands trying to break free of the webs. He screamed as the wolf thing scratched deeply into his arms and shoulders with its claws, drawing blood.

The wolf thing had plenty of arms and huge mandibles. It looked down at Mike with its eight red eyes. It opened its mouth and Mike screamed.

“HEY UGLY! GET OFF OF HIM!” A voice called out.

Then the wolf-spider creature stopped to look up.

“Crow!” Mike called out. He watched Crow raise a lighter and a bottle of cooking grease. Crow smiled and flicked the lighter on. Then there was a plume of fire. A makeshift flamethrower in action. The wolf creature screamed in pain, writhing as flames licked its body. It whimpered and ran off, leaving Mike stuck in the web and Crow laughing a bit.

“C-crow! You came? How?”

“Mike, I’ve seen enough bad horror movies to know that if one guy goes into a dark and spooky place alone, they’re going to find themselves six feet under. Now let’s get you back to the SOL. You look like death.” Crow said, taking out a pocket knife.

—

Mike sat on his bed, Gpc snaked in while holding a first aid kit and wearing a nurse’s hat. She put the kit down onto the bed.

“Oh my stars you are hurt, let me fix that.”

“Gpc, how are you going to bandage me up? You have no arms.”

Crow cleared his throat next to him. 

“Oh. Point taken.”

Crow picked up the bandage and began to tend to the wounds. Mike winced as the bandages were wrapped around his arms 

“Yikes that’s going to leave a bunch of gnarly scars.” Crow said.

“Would help if we had sutures, wouldn’t it?” Mike said, looking away as he felt nauseous just looking at the wounds. 

“We would but the SOL is on auxiliary power.” GPC said. “This’ll have to do until we’re back at full power.”

“Just try not to die of an infection, would you?” Crow jabbed. “You might have space rabies oooooh.” 

“Crow! Don’t worry Mike further! I recommend bed rest for the next few days GPC’s orders.” GPC said, pushing Crow out of the door. 

Mike laid in his bed, drumming his fingers on his forehead. He was running quite a fever and his arm felt a little itchy too. Maybe it was space rabies? He hoped not. Didn’t help that the itching was spreading all over his body.

Mike looked at his hands. He swore his nails were a little sharper than before. Maybe it was a symptom of space rabies. It sure wasn’t the strangest disease this side of the universe. Then he noticed the fur. Fur?!

There was a burning pain going through his whole body. Mike screamed while he watched fur sprout on his hands. N-n-no. It couldn’t be. It was a werewolf that attacked him! He was a- a werewolf! It hurt so much! Mike punched the wall and scratched his changing hand down the metal wall, all the while letting out screams of pure agony.

Crow crossed his arms and leaned on the wall. Listening to Mike’s screams, there was a part of him wanted to go inside to help but another part of him just wanted to enjoy the eventual shit that would hit the fan.

Tom hovered over before hitting the air grating and falling over. He mumbled a bit to himself as Crow scooped up the robot and put him next to the door. Tom looked up with some concern. 

“How’s Mike going? Should I go get the coffin?” Tom said.

“Maybe get the coffin. The screaming stopped, so I’m going to check on him,” Crow said, picking up Tom and placing him on the other side of the grate. He watched Tom scurry away before slightly opening the door.

“Crow to Mike? You okay man? I wouldn’t like it if you’re gone…” Crow called into the dark. He held an old invention of Joel’s, the body heat-powered flashlight and pointed it around Mike’s room.

Mike’s room was messy with boxes of costumes for the segments and all sorts of 80s paraphernalia and posters, but there was another layer of mess thanks to a destroyed bed with so many fluffy feathers in the air that Crow sneezed. The light then wandered to the desk that usually had escape plans. Well usually since there was now a pile of wood in the desk’s stead.

“Geeze, it’s quite a wreck, Mike-” Crow said. Then he heard a bang. “Mike?”

 Then something nearly slashed Crow. It was huge and fluffy. It snarled at Crow as he fumbled his flashlight to frame the face of a wolf staring him down. 

“Nice doggy?” Crow laughed nervously, he ran to the entrance, trying to open the door. Then with shaking hands, Crow opened the door and was one foot out of the door when he heard another growl. 

His smile dropped as Mike took a step closer and pounced on him.

Tom finally pushed the coffin through, he screamed at the sight of the werewolf and whimpered in fear.

Mike was all over Crow, Crow struggled against the werewolf’s strength and closed his eyes, so this is how he finally goes. Mike will maul him to death, there were so many things he hoped to do…he would never get to see Earth properly and…

Something wet and slobbery went across his face, was Mike licking him? Crow laughed a lot as Mike kept on doing that.

“Hey, get off of me you big Oaf! You’re meant to maul me to death, not lick me.”

Mike ignored him and licked him again.

“Mike, stop it! It tickles!” Crow laughed. He flinched again as he felt Mike’s cold, wet nose on his face. It was almost like Mike was a huge dog, not a bloodthirsty werewolf!

“Mike?” Tom asked. 

At the sound of his name, Mike stopped licking Crow and looked up at Tom. Tom whimpered and tried to swivel away.

“He’s like a Labrador Tom! Very friendly!” Crow laughed. He finally wriggled out of Mike’s grasp. Letting the now wolfman pounce onto Tom playfully. The other robot screamed as Mike started licking him as well. 

“Stop! Stop! Hehehe Stop!” Tom laughed as his whole sense dome was licked. It was overwhelming to the point Tom felt like he would shut down from all the sensory overload.

Crow, meanwhile, had other ideas. He dug in his pockets and took out a tennis ball, another thing he was planning to do on the planet was tennis, alas it will instead be sacrificed for a much greater cause.

Messing with Mike.

“Hey Mike! Catch!” Crow said he made the motion of tossing the ball but it didn’t leave his hand. Crow let out a hearty laugh while Mike suddenly took off in the direction that he ‘tossed’ the ball. There was a series of loud crashes and thumps before Mike came running back towards Crow. 

“Awww silly me, seems I forgot to let go of the ball. Let me remedy that just now!” Crow said as he once again faked throwing the ball. 

As he heard more banging, Crow chuckled to himself and said, “This is going to be so much fun…”  right before Mike pounced on him.

— 

Crow was poking the tuckered out Mike with his claw hands, once more a robot he sat down absolutely worn out. Crow laughed in tired delirium and looked over to Mike. He watched the fur recede from the body and the tail and ears shrink. Mike mumbled before sitting up

“What happened?” Mike groaned and put his right hand on his forehead. He felt like he went on a bender with Eddie, with the echoes of a pounding headache and pain all over his body. 

“Well, you turned into a giant werewolf!” Tom said with a squeak, poking his whole body out from his room.

“Did I?” Mike said, looking over his hands and noticing his slightly sharp nails.

“Yes, you did, you dolt!” Crow said.

Mike looked down to see his jumpsuit torn almost entirely to shreds. He stepped away to his own room to look in the mirror; his hair had grown a little, and he had a slight stubble. He smiled, showing two slightly sharper teeth than before.

“Now, would you look at that? I seem to really be one. Hope I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“Don’t worry too much. You were adorable, now get a jumpsuit on I can almost see your…” Tom said. 

“I get it, I get it! Can you get out of my room?”

Mike just about slammed the door behind him. He locked the door and grabbed one of his spare jumpsuits.

Mike remembered the day he was asked about what size he wore. He’d thought they were going to bump him up to full-time work. Instead, he became the last human man left alive. 

Now he was a werewolf and a gentle one at that. 

That’s okay, though. He still had the bots. As long as they weren't damaged beyond repair, there was still a chance to return. 

Mike flopped onto his bed. He heard something rip and something twitch. Mike looked behind to see a blonde fluffy tail. Mike yelped before taking a moment to really look at it.  Holy shit, he really had a tail. His hand reached for the tail. It was incredibly fluffy. Forget space rabies; this was a whole other ballgame!

How the hell was he going to explain this to Pearl?! 

Maybe…he could get out of the whole movie arrangement with this. Surely, having lycanthropy was a good reason to call off the experiment and send him home. Or at least let them work together to find a way back to 1990s Earth at best - after he freshens up, of course.

Mike walked into the attached bathroom. He grabbed the razor and shaved off the stubble. A splash of water after, and he was once again clean-shaven. 

Maybe he should keep the slightly longer hair. Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as his time sick with hockey hair. In fact, it actually made him look a bit…cool. A man on the run looking for a way back home. 

Mike emerged from his room. He smiled and dusted himself off. He is the captain of the SOL, the last man, the captive. 

Sure he’s a werewolf now but that didn’t change anything, that didn’t change his problem. But that was okay. He’s been through much worse.

(this is set after the episode “I was a teenage werewolf”)

[ultram0th]

[This is a story that I'm dropping from the "30 Days of Derek Hale" that I'm planning because I thought of something else I'd rather do.]

-- -- --

Stiles typed away on his laptop, yawning loudly as he tried to stay awake and finish the paper he needed for his college class. It was due tomorrow, and of course he’d waited until the last minute. 

He finally had the cover page finished when there was a loud thump at his window, and the spastic human jolted out of his chair when he saw none other than the brooding werewolf, Derek Hale, standing the shadows.

“Holy shit!” Stiles breathed, clutching at his chest as his heart raced like crazy. “Derek? What are you doing here? And why don’t you use the front door like a sane—”

“Stop talking, Stiles,” Derek growled, his irritated face hidden by the nighttime shadows in the bedroom, but Stiles already knew that he was probably scowling at him. “I… *sigh, need your help.”

Stiles stepped away from his desk, knowing that if the alpha of Beacon Hills was coming to him for something, then it must’ve been serious. “What is it?” he cautiously asked.

Again, Derek let out a low sigh, a growl audible in his deep voice. “We ran into a witch coven tonight,” he spat. “And… and I was hit by a certain spell.”

Stiles let out a gasp. “Oh shoot!” he breathed, taking a step forward. “Are you okay? What happened? What does it do?”

Derek held his hand out, stopping the human in his tracks. “It’s a lie detector spell,” Derek groaned. 

“So you’re forced to tell the truth?” Stiles pressed.

Derek huffed again. “No,” he growled, “I can still lie, it’s just that whenever I do, this…”

The werewolf took a deep breath and stepped out into the dim light of Stiles’s room. The human held his breath to avoid laughing the minute he saw Derek’s altered face. Everything about the werewolf appeared the same, except for his nose which had lengthened to about five inches long, making him like he’d been ripped directly out of Pinocchio.

Derek scowled when he spotted Stiles trying to hold back a laugh. “This isn’t funny!” he roared, pointing at his face. “What am I supposed to do with this thing? And if you don’t recall, I am a werewolf. I can’t exactly be having my nose grow if I deny that fact out in public!”

“You’re right,” Stiles said, letting a little chuckle escape from his red face. He paused for a moment. “But, why did you come here? You could’ve gone to Deaton, but you came here.”

Derek visibly winced. “R-right,” he stuttered, not making direct eye contact with Stiles. “Deaton was busy, so I came here…” The alpha tensed up and his already large nose appeared to pull further away from his stunned face, growing another half-inch, indicating that he’d lied.

Derek’s face went from pale to bright red as Stiles cocked his eyebrow at him.

“You didn’t even try calling Deaton, did you?” he accused.

Derek’s jaw tightened and his rolled his eyes. “Fine, I didn’t!” he huffed. His big nose remained the same elongated size, indicating that even when he admitted the truth after a lie, his nose remained altered. “Now we need to figure out how to fix this!”

Stiles dropped it for the moment and nodded. “Fine,” he agreed, sitting back at his laptop to start searching up spells and Pinocchio-esque phenomena. He feverishly tried to uncover some sort of lead or possible way to fix Derek.

Speaking of, Derek stalked forward and knelt down next to Stiles, silent as he watched him research. His large nose protruded so far off of his face that it was beginning to block some of his view. 

Stiles’s typing paused and he looked over at Derek once more. “So wait,” he wondered aloud, “why me? I thought you hated me.”

Derek’s jaw clenched again, and he glared down at the human for a second. “Right,” I muttered, flinching when his nose lengthened once again. “Damn it!” He shoved himself away from the desk in a huff, wondering how he was going to walk around with a large Pinocchio nose. All the while, things would be made even worse if people realized that it grew only when he lied.

Stiles straightened his posture and spun his chair around to stare down the big-nosed werewolf. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned his head to the side. “You hate me, right?” he pressed again.

Derek’s mouth was pressed into a thin line, but his shoulders eventually fell. “No, I don’t hate you,” he finally said, his nose remaining the same size. 

Stiles, being the instigator that he was, couldn’t help but smile to himself. “Aww,” he teased the angry werewolf, “so you like me?”

Derek just put on his usual scowl and glared at the human once more.  “No,” he spat out of instinct, his nose stretching out even further, about seven inches long by now. “…fuck.”

Stiles, having always harbored a major attraction for the alpha werewolf, had his jaw drop in shock at what he witnessed. Apparently, Derek, who would always snarl and glare at him, didn’t view him as an apparent waste of space. “You do!” he exclaimed. “Holy crap, you do like me!”

Derek swallowed down his growl. “Yes, Stiles, I like you. Happy?” he snapped. However, his nose still grew the slightest bit, looking even more unreal. It jutted off the werewolf’s face by at least eight inches now, and it’s cylindrical appearance truly added to its cartoonish aura. Derek looked like he was a cartoon character, looking like he’d been cast in a real life Pinocchio remake. He ran a shaky hand through his hair as he realized the predicament that he really was in.

Stiles’s heart sped up and he swallowed loudly. “I mean… you… what?” he mumbled, his mind racing a million miles a minute. He knew that he was supposed to help Derek break his spell, but he was so caught up in what was thrown into his face.

Derek’s broad shoulders fell and his head rolled back, his large nose flying quickly through the air at the movement. “I… love you.”

Derek’s nose stayed the same size.

The werewolf blushed and looked away from Stiles, not wanting to see his reaction. He was an alpha and knew that he had to uphold a tough look and front in order to protect his territory. Therefore, he wasn’t used to being all mushy.

Instead of laughing, like what Derek had expected him to do, Stiles reached over and kissed Derek’s stubbly cheek. 

Derek winced and turned to look at the human in shock. He momentarily forgot his large nose, cut up in the rush of emotion that he felt.

Stiles smiled warmly and placed a soft hand on his shoulder. “I love you, too,” he said, and his regular heartbeat indicated that he was telling the truth. “And, Pinocchio is my favorite Disney movie.”

[houndofchivalry]

pinnable post for this blog:

hi, I'm Cinnamon, they/them, genderqueer & nonbinary & butch. I'm 32 years old and a practicing witch for almost ten years now. my main is @thepaladog

I'm clergy & priestex for my temple, which in my tradition means I'm sort of a spiritual counselor for people exploring a pagan path. I'm also a big bad wolf, which is to say, otherkin to red wolves specifically; I'll often call myself a 'werewolf' due to this, and posts connected to this are tagged #the wolf. I'm also fond of knights and the concept of (non-gendered) chivalry, hence the blog title. you may see me tag things in that vein as #the knight; these are ideals that I am strongly aligned with, things that I'm trying my best to be!

I could sit on a porch and talk for days about religion and spirituality but for the sake of a bio: I believe spirituality is fluid and highly personal, with overarching higher concepts that have connected us in an animistic way for as long as humanity's records go back. closed practices are closed practices and should be respected every time. indigenous people's voices should be heard and valued at every (neo-)pagan table. we do ourselves good by living closer to the natural world around us, by being aware of our status as good neighbors to everyone we can be.

my genealogy is mostly Germanic peoples, though my family has lived in the foothills of the Appalachias for about four-hundred years, so "Appalachian" is what I consider myself to be in a regional cultural sense. as is common in that folkloric practice, I have found the most comfort in following nature (in its many aspects) as divine and most of my ritual practice is aligned with what you might call 'granny craft'.

on this blog, you will see my tags for these concepts that I hold holy to my own devotion and practice. these are sort of abstract and ever-expanding. some of them are like divinity to me, while others are more like friends and mentors. these may change but right now they are:

#the bear - life well-lived, wild nature, the nurturer & the protector, leadership, responsibility, neutral forces of balance, the importance of eating berries barefoot by the river with people you love, harshness & tenderness both being a part of being alive

#the black dog - death & grief, growth through loss, liminal spaces, the art of witchery, the silence of a 3am parking lot and the sound of a 3am forest, every crossroad both literal and metaphorical

#the rabbit - the rabbit; patience, awareness, action, caution, daring.

#the foxes - the red fox; sunlight, daytime, warmth, laughter, play, growth. the gray fox; moonlight, nighttime, cold, reality, mischief, decay.

#the frog - the element of water; emotions, memory, reflection.

#the salamander - the element of fire; passion, control, desire.

#the oak - the element of earth; balance, stability, homeland.

#the dragonfly - the element of air; creativity, expression, whimsy.

welcome, feel free to ask me questions, I don't post my own content very often but who knows, maybe one day I'll change that!

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Okay so. You saw Neil Gaiman's post about werewolves in Good Omens? I mean, his post about Terry Pratchett, but you know. So. Aziraphale goes out to do a blessing at a lonely castle, but is bitten by A Mysterious Beast. A month later he has pretty much forgotten, because his corporation has healed, but he and Crowley realise he is wrong when the moon comes out (it affects angels idk why it doesn't matter)

Werewolf!Aziraphale, one of my favorite tropes to read on ao3~

Warning: transformation

On with the fic!

--

"Are you sure you're okay?" Crowley asked, watching as Aziraphale paced around the bookshop. He had been antsy all day, heaven, even a few days beforehand.

His mood was up and down, he seemed to have longer nails (which was really odd, he constantly kept them at a specific length), and he was sporting a bit of a beard now. Not that Crowley was complaining about that, he liked his angel looking a bit more rugged.

"I'm... I'm sure I'm fine." Aziraphale frowned, then tried to smile, but clearly it wasn't working. "I think... the bite might have something to do with it. It's burning."

Crowley walked over, watching Aziraphale roll up his sleeve. There was a scarred over mark on his forearm, clearly teeth marks. Aziraphale had said it was a wolf, but Crowley could tell it wasn't exactly that.

He had joked early on that Aziraphale had gotten chomped by a werewolf, but now that he thought about it, it had been practically a month since it happened, since the last...

The demon looked up, nighttime had fallen over the city, and he could see there was a full moon through the glass of the large dome above the shop. "Angel... I think you're in for a long night."

"Whatever do you mean?" Aziraphale asked, looking up before Crowley could tell him to stop. He stared at the moon, his eyes wide, before Crowley watched in awe as the color seemed to change in them.

"Remember when I joked about you being a werewolf cause of the bite...?"

"Yes?" Aziraphale replied, clearly distracted.

"I think I was right."

"Possibly... I think... I'd like to not be seen right now, dear boy."

"On it." Crowley snapped his fingers, all blinds were closed on the windows, the locks on them and and the doors on the first floor were locked. And just for good measure, so Aziraphale didn't throw a fit, he was suddenly now in the nude.

He still threw a fit anyway, enough to snap him out of his staring at the damn moon. "Crowley! A little warning next time!" He growled, and the demon was surprised to see fangs now, Aziraphale's nails were even longer, darker in color...

Crowley stepped back as Aziraphale trembled, his body starting to shift, change. It was almost like seeing something from an old horror movie, only this was... something else. He stumbled, falling backwards on his ass, watching as his angel's body looked to go through a strange, painful transformation.

He winced, hearing bones snap and then shift, reforming into something a bit more animalistic. Aziraphale was groaning, growling, his face looked pained as it shifted into something akin to a hulking wolf-beast.

It seemed to go on forever, but really, only a few moments, and then Crowley was staring at a large beast of a man, covered in thick fur, gray and white in color. Dark eyes stared at Crowley as the wolf rose to his back feet, snarling for just a moment before huffing and nearly toppling over. Crowley scrambled to his feet as Aziraphale crashed into his register counter, knocking things off of it.

He let out what sounded like a sad whine and Crowley sighed, scratching his head. "Well, this is... somethin'."

He had a feeling it really was going to be a long, long night.

--

I feel like, since Aziraphale is an angel, he might have a little more control over himself compared to a human turned werewolf.

That doesn't mean he isn't going to destroy things though.

[kim-poce]

Immortal Toy 3 - Full Moon

Requested by @kathea, I hope you like it

Previous | Next

Masterlist

CW: vampire whumpee, captive, children caretaker, caretaker new whumper (kinda), multiple caretakers, vampire caretakers.

=-=

It was nighttime, Rony was sure, even if the dungeons had no window or clock he could tell it. He knew, firstly because Whumper wasn’t there, and she only torture him on daytime, when the boredom of not being able to go out turns on her violent side, and lastly he could feel the moon.

It was weird. He wasn’t a werewolf, as far as he knows these things don’t even exist, but still he could feel the full moon doesn’t matter how deep underground he is, he longs for it as if longing from a unknown home. 

At first he hated it, it was just one more thing to long for without ever being able to reach it, but as time passed the feeling of it was enough for him to feel like he belonged somewhere, it became one of the two things that make life bearable.

The other thing was of course the children, he is scared of them, the longer he is trapped in there the shaper his senses get and he can tell for sure that these two are stronger than he could ever dream to be, not as strong as Whumper of course, but they will be in the future, that’s for sure.

But even with the fear and the amount of power these children have, he still wants their visit, not only for the blood and medicine but for their presence, the way they talk to him like he is a person, not as a monster or a toy. 

The night was the first time he had both the moon and his little —scary— benefators. The girl was the first to peek into the cell, her face breaking into a bright smile when she saw him.

“You are alive!” She said relieved, as always, Rony wonders how frail he looks in her eyes, he wonders if she would be sad if he dies, he doesn’t want her to be sad, but… the thought of having someone caring about was tempting. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he lied, he wasn’t okay since he died, but he is as good as he gets when Whumper’s children are around.

“I brought medicine,” the boy said, walking closer and showing the little glass. “Turn around, so I can start right away.”

“Turn around, pest,” Whumper said, grabbing the iron flogger. “Or you will pay for wasting my time.”

Rony swallowed hard and obeyed, wishing he was human so at least he could blame the shivering on the cold instead of letting it so clear that he is scared. The boy started the treatment, the pain decreased and the flesh wasn’t as raw as before, but Rony kept on shivering.

“Don’t need to be scared,” the girl said, walking in front of him and crouching down. Rony noticed that her cheeks were pinkish and wondered just how much blood does she drink to look so… alive? “We can’t stop mother, but we won’t do what she does.”

He froze, were his thoughts this obvious? Yes, they were. “I-I’m sorry.”

“No need for it, now open you mouth,” the girl said with a smile, even the healing on his back couldn’t calm Rony enough upon hearing that order, principally when his fangs had just regrown.

Rony obeyed, he wanted to trust the girl; he couldn’t, but he obeyed anyway, because there were Whumper’s children, and because he wants to please them enough so they keep coming, keep talking to him.

There were many reasons for that order, but whatever Rony thought didn’t match the reality, after all, why would he expect to be fed with a lily? Although he understood her intentions, Whumper does that sometimes, forcing a not-blood thing down his throat and laughing when his body can’t take it.

“Did you like it?” The girl asked, tilting her head.

Rony was ready to lie saying ‘yes, ma’am’, but as soon as he bit down he found out it wouldn’t be a lie, it was tasty, nothing but blood was tasty on his tongue since the day he died but the flower was sweet and so good.

“W-what? H-how?” he said, feeling the flower inside his mouth.

“Full Moon,” the boy explained, he was done with the ‘won’t get mother mad’ treatment level. “There are a few plants we can eat on full moons.”

Rony nodded, remembering himself that he isn’t a true vampire, that he doesn’t know even the basics, he doesn’t know anything apart the fact that he needs blood and that he won’t die doesn’t matter how hard Whumper torture him.

“Take another,” the girl said, “Good, right? Lilies are my favorites, he—” she gestured to her brother “—likes rose thorns, he is weird.”

“Hey!” The boy protested. “Next time I’ll bring you thorns, Rony, you’ll take my side then,.”

“He’ll take my side, thorns are ungly!”

“Well, I don't know about you but I don’t eat them with my eyes.”

The cell was filled with laughter after that, in that moment it wasn’t vampires’ laughter, it was children’s laughter, siblings playing with each other as humans do, as animals do, as life does. Soon the laughing wasn’t only the children’s but Rony’s too, he didn’t know when he joined, he also didn’t know that he needed to laugh until he did, he didn’t know he needed to let go of this bottled up feeling until he cried.

“Hey,” the girl patted his hair. “Rony you don’t need to cr--”

“Let him,” the boy said, also carrying his head, “It’s okay, it’s only the three of us here, so do whatever you feel like.”

Rony nodded, for once not caring that he was wasting blood with tears, up until that moment he thought of being a vampire as a punishment after death, but thinking about it, yes he died, but he is alive now anyway, isn’t he? He can think and feel, he can cry and laugh and be scared and be relieved.

It was the first time in months that he truly felt alive, and the cold hands caressing him told that maybe someday in the far future things will get better, he would lose this hope soon, he was sure, but not today, not in a full moon night spent with these two lovely caretakers.

=-=

Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch, @kathea, @rose-pinkie, @latenightcupsofcoffee, @neverthelass, @darlingwhump

[emma-nation]

The Curse Of Hackett's Quarry

Chapter 1 - The Tower

Summary: After the events of a traumatic night, Emma Mountebank finds out she still a werewolf. While she learns how to deal with this new reality, new problems and feelings come to surface. Pairings: Emma/Abi, Emma/f!OC

Notes: Set in an Alternate Universe where Emma was bitten by Silas. In this fic all the counselors are alive and all the Hackett's are dead. Pairings are Emma/Abi and Emma/f!OC.

Notes²: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first The Quarry fic and also my first Werewolf fic, I hope you guys enjoy it. Like Emma says herself - 'Sub, share and smash that like button. The holy trinity.'

Full Story:

The Tower represents a massive change - destruction and chaos, a personal transformation. The awakening of something new. 

August, 2021

At the police station, Emma observed a tarot card inside an evidence bag that was collected from Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp. The last three days had been a blur. 

When the police cars arrived in the morning, she assumed everything would be okay. She was finally going home and then college. That traumatic night would become a distant memory.

But then she left Mr. H's office and saw that corpse in the lodge. It was not a monster. It did not look like a monster. That was… Caleb Hackett. In that moment, she knew they were in trouble.

"I… I'm not a murderer," she said once she was being taken to the back of a police car. "We were attacked."

The police officer did not answer. 

She and Abi were locked in the same holding cell. Abi was very distressed. She could barely breathe. At some point, she went to the toilet and vomited. 

"It'll be okay, Abi," Emma placed a hand on her shoulder, in an attempt to bring her some relief. "They will only ask us a few questions. And then, we're going home."

"Emma, stop," the girl pushed her hand away and stood up, taking a few anxious steps around their enclosure.

"Do you realize that was a teenage boy that was lying dead in that lodge?! Do you think they'll even believe us when we tell werewolves attacked us?!"

Emma swallowed dry. Yes, she was being ridiculous. Their situation wasn't good at all. But she had to believe that. She couldn't let that optimistic side of her die. Not yet. Otherwise she'd break. 

They called her for an interrogation by the nighttime. At least she was allowed to shower and change her clothes before. She was also given a meal, but she declined. Even if she hadn't eaten for over 24 hours, she wasn't hungry.

"And that's what happened," Emma finished, after telling everything she could remember about that night. 

"Werewolves?"

"Yes. I have a picture on my phone. It was taken as evidence when I arrived, but you can check…"

The officer didn't say anything. Emma stopped talking.

"Ms. Montebank, did you have a relationship with… she checked a paper for information, "Mr. Jacob Custos?"

"Yes. No! I mean… we had a Summer fling, but I broke up with him before all of that."

"So you did not consent when he sabotaged the van to spend one more night with you in the Summer Camp?"

The revelation caught her by surprise. Emma felt a knot in her stomach. She really thought Jacob was acting strange but she didn't want to assume he'd go that far.

"H-He did what ?!"

She returned to the cell, unable to process what she heard. Abi was lying on the bed, facing the wall. She wasn't sleeping, but she didn't feel like talking.

Emma was called back to the interrogation room. Being a lawyer himself, her father had contacts and hired one of the best attorneys in the country.

"So, you did not shoot any of the Hacketts?" He asked.

"No."

In fact, she only learned all the other members of Hackett's family were dead when she was taken to the precinct. 

"Then why were your fingerprints on the gun?"

"I took it from Mr. Hackett's storage."

"Why did you take it, Emma?"

"To be honest, I don't know."

Staring at that tarot card, made Emma reflect about her future. She had just signed the papers of her release, after the group was declared innocent of the accusation of murder and didn't know what to expect. Would she be able to recover from that traumatic experience? Would the rest of the world believe that absurd story about werewolves? She definitely wouldn't, if she had seen it for herself. 

She didn't see any of her friends while being escorted outside by her parents, which was good somehow. She didn't want to face Jacob yet. She'd certainly punch him and yell at him, what would bring her even more problems. She wished she had seen Abi though, but she was already gone. Emma feared she blamed her somehow, for what Jacob did. 

As long as she remembered, Emma always felt comfortable being in front of cameras. Ever since she was a kid, she loved being captured through videos and photos. She was a true actress from birth. 

Now, she was learning to hate them. As soon as she left the station, journalists were waiting, shoving microphones on her face, asking inappropriate questions and taking unwanted pictures of her release.

"Ms. Montebank, would you mind saying a few words about the incident?"

"I can't," she attempted to cover her head using her hands. "I'm sorry."

"Emma, is it true you and your friends were under the influence of drugs?"

"Ms. Montebank?!"

"Emma! Emma!"

They didn't stop and the police officers didn't make any efforts to stop them. A few journalists chased her parents' car. Later, they found out their address, staying in front of their house waiting for answers during the next few days.

The journalists weren't the only problem. When Emma finally gathered enough courage to check her social media, she found out she had gained a ton of new followers. Her videos were also bombarded with all kinds of comments - most of them were negative. Sarcastic. Evil. Bits of her videos were taken out of context and each one of her words, each one of her actions were analyzed, misinterpreted and judged.

That was when she decided to deactivate her account. At least for a while. All that fuss couldn't last forever. 

At home, her relationship with her parents had been wrecked too. While they believed her innocence, they seemed resentful, disappointed. Maybe because none of them was allowed a normal life anymore. Her parents wouldn't have a moment of peace even during their work hours.

Emma would spend most of her time locked in the bedroom and her 10 years old sister was the only one who bothered to check on her every once in a while.

"Hey, princess," she smiled when the girl appeared in the bedroom, shortly after her arrival. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Em," Olivia Mountebank wrapped her arms around her neck. "I'm so glad you're here."

'Me too,' Emma thought without saying it aloud. While she was fighting for her life that night, her little sister was the person who mostly crossed her mind. 

"I believe you. About the werewolves."

"It… it means a lot."

She smiled, attempting to fight the tears that started filling her eyes. She hadn't been able to cry yet. That was the first time.

September, 2021

After two weeks, Emma decided it was time to recompose herself and try to move on with her life. Keeping her mind busy would help her to deal with that whole traumatic experience. She finally started attending classes at NYU and moved to the dorm.

She didn't expect it to be easy. The looks and whispers would follow her anywhere she went. In the better days, people would just ignore her existence. 

"Give it some time," Kaitlyn said when they spoke over the phone. She was the only one of the group who called her. Abi hadn't been answering any of them yet.  "People will eventually forget about it."

And that was what Emma was trying to do, but on that particular morning of September 20, she woke up feeling awful. At first it was only her chest exploding in anxiety. After an hour or so, she noticed her skin felt like it was on fire. Her body temperature was abnormally high.

"What that bitch is doing?" Somehow, she could hear the conversation between her roommates, while she had been sitting under the cold shower. "She has been there for like two hours."

"Maybe she's doing drugs again."

"I hope she didn't kill herself. It'll bring journalists to the campus all over again."

They giggled. And their laughs sounded extremely loud. Emma's ears started to ring in response. She covered them with her hands to muffle the sound.

Once the girls left, she wore some clothes and headed to the student health center. 

"Your temperature is a little bit high, Ms. Montebank," the female doctor examined her. "But it doesn't seem to be anything serious."

"I-I also feel nauseous and… my chest hurts."

"You've been under a lot of stress. I'll prescribe you some tranquilizers."

She asked Emma to return in case her symptoms worsened. After buying the medication, she returned to the dorm and slept.

Her dreams were tormented by memories from that night. She was in the woods all over again, being chased by one of those creatures. This one was different from the others, its skin was much more pale. It seemed stronger and faster somehow. Emma was able to escape. It was only when she was safe inside Chris Hackett's office with Abi that she felt her leg stinging. She didn't say anything. She didn't want to scare her friend. The wound wasn't even deep, more like a scratch. It was also clean, showing no signs the infection was spreading through her bloodstream. When the morning came and she hadn't transformed, she considered herself lucky. 

Emma woke up past lunch time. Her body was aching and her head felt a little foggy. She went to the bathroom to wash her face, but once she stared at her reflection in the mirror she let out a scream. 

Her eyes had turned yellow.

"It can't be," Emma took a deep breath while she drove around the streets. "It can't be!"

Nick returned to normal after Caleb Hackett was killed. So did Ryan, Laura and Max after shooting Chris. 

She later heard the story about a man named Silas, who was rumored to be the one werewolf to infect the Hackett's. But he was also shot to death by Ryan and Laura.

There was absolutely no way that could be happening.

Emma wore shades before entering into the store. Rope. She had to buy rope before heading to the woods. 

"Just in case," she told herself. "Because nothing will happen tonight. It's only… stress. I'm very very stressed."

Along the rope, she bought some other supplies and drove to the park. She waited until it was completely empty before she restrained herself around a tree. She feared she could escape once she transformed. If she transformed. But the creatures didn't appear to be that strong or smart. Back to the camp, the hunters caught them in regular and simple traps.

As the night started to fall, her skin started to turn gray. She also felt her teeth becoming sharp.

"Fuck."

It was really happening. And no one was there for her. When the Hackett's transformed, they had each other. When Max transformed, he had Laura. When Nick transformed he had Abi. 

Abi. She wished Abi was there. Sweet, shy and insecure Abi. If only she was answering her calls.

WHY wasn't she answering her calls? Emma started feeling angry. She had done NOTHING wrong! 

Maybe that was him … Jacob. He had manipulated Abi's mind against her. Of course.

That was all Jacob's fault in first place. If only he had respected her when she said no. If only he wasn't so toxic, obsessive and childish. 

The thoughts were becoming too much to handle and Emma resorted to the only thing that could bring her some comfort. She positioned the camera of her cell phone in front of her and started to film.

"September 20, 2021 - 7 PM. It's… uh… it's my first night," her feelings of rage were replaced by fear and anxiety. Some tears started to roll across her cheeks.

"I'm scared. And lonely. I wish… I wish Abi was here. Or even Kaitlyn. S-She is always so brave…"

"Or Dylan. I'd… I'd love to hear one of his awful jokes right now."

God. She missed them terribly.

"Y-You've won, Jacob. Karma has found me! This is the price I'm paying for breaking your heart. I hope you're happy now, motherfucker."

Her conscious was being replaced by something else. Something wild. Something dangerous. Something inhumane. 

Emma swallowed a few pills from the tranquilizer she had bought earlier. Maybe that would weaken the creature inside her.

Then she closed her eyes and waited.

A few minutes later, she was no longer herself.

[gruesomejack]

"How'd the collar hold up?"

Andy turned his head and lifted thick brows, his face warming. Shoving the little vial and tea he'd been handed in his bag, he let out a breathy laugh and offered half a shrug. "Got called a dumbass for it. It was... for the werewolf."

Emile smiled and propped an elbow on the table, letting his eyes wander over the young man. "I gathered as much." He drawled, "You should've said somethin' in the first place. I carry better pieces."

Blinking, Andy held onto the strap of his backpack and parted his lips. "That wasn't a good piece? I'd probably be blown away by anything better then" He said and offered the man an easy grin, "No... I- I don't think he's into it. It was sort of a joke."

Emile hummed and wiggled his fingers a little, his own smile spreading. "Could be serious if you brought him the right thing. -- Unless I'm readin' somethin' here wrong!" He ammended, "Wouldn't be the first time." Before Andy could answer, he pulled a case up to the table and undid the latches. From inside, he pulled out a blue-stained leather choker with a sterling chain and ring hanging from the front, the kind that cinched when you tugged. "What do you think?"

Andy warmed further, looking from the necklace back to the man holding it. Alex would stab him. And yet, his hands were out to take it, pulling it close and admiring the detail. There was silver stitching in the shape of ivy on the perimeter that reminded him of the other man behind the table; dressed up and elegant. Andy gave the chain a gentle tug and immediately started to giggle nervously. "Is that-"

"Solid sterlin'. A little delicate, but not to his type." Emile answered with a grin, "Now, that's not for restrainin' him. That won't work for that."

Oh god. Andy felt his ears heat up. "Then it's for-"

"You got it." Tapping his nose, he pointed at Andy and smirked. "You'd have to talk to someone else if you wanted somethin' stronger. I don't do that kinda work anymore."

Brows furrowing, he quieted. Andy looked at Will before glancing back at Emile and frowning. "Hunting, you mean? You hunted?"

The vampire leaned back in his seat and scratched at one of the scars on his cheek. "Once upon a nighttime. I'm a vet now, so if your buddy needs a rabies shot or a gland squeezin', I'm your guy."

Andy moved to set the collar back down, but was stopped by the man's work-worn hands. Calluses lined his fingers, but his nails were clean and filed, short and sharp. It was strange, but so were the two that ran the booth in general. Bizarre, weird, queer-- None of those words really encapsulated their essence.

"Keep it. I can make another." Emile smiled again and pat the boy on the wrist, "We're not really here for the money."

Glancing over at Will, he got the same sort of well-meaning smile from him that was as eerie as it was comforting. Despite their appearance, they had an air of antiquity that was hard to shake. "Can I... ask a rude question?"

Emile snorted and sat back up. "I bet I can answer it before you ask." He told him and gave a little shake to his hands. Watching Andy's brows lift, he grinned again. "We've been together almost a hundred and fifty years." He said, "And that's not an exaggeration by any means."

Andy's eyes widened. That gave him practically all he needed to know. "Uh... Thank you." He got out and dropped the collar in his bag with the tea. "I-I'll be back again, I promise!"

[marshmallowprotection]

PLEASE TUMBLR STOP EATING MY ASKS

what do you think lila + the rest of rfa halloween costumes would be??

Great question. There are some answers for this since we've seen the cast in Halloween Costumes officially before. I feel like some of their choices make sense and others were done just because they fit their basic element of getting dressed up.

I believe that I would keep Jumin as a vampire. He's friends with one and he loves being a part of the nighttime fanfare. He's mysterious to many and I can't see him thinking too hard about a costume. There's nothing wrong with the classics, after all! You can't go wrong with a tried and true monster... of course, get ready to debate the multiple types of vampires.

Zen can stay a werewolf. That's a given and I don't think we need to dive too deep into that thought process. He warns you about them and he is one. Point blank. Get a spray bottle to cool him off since he gets too into character. Yoosung would spend hours putting together a costume for his LOLOL character. He got the idea from a buddy... and I see him being over the top with how much time he'll spend on this. Good luck learning about LARPs, Yoosung. That's your path in the future.

V uses every Halloween to be a detective. I feel like he just uses the excuse to carry his pipe around to smoke. Since, canonically, he does use a pipe to smoke. So, sorry to anyone hoping he's going to get out of the Sherlock costume. This is your man and you need to accept his dream of being a detective.

Jaehee is hard to pick a costume for. She would obviously go along with the event rules since they'll hold a party for Halloween and every person attending needs a costume. I think she'd go for traditional just as Jumin does. She deserves a chance to be a classy witch. She can order people around and a few of them might play along with a spell. I'm looking at you, Saeyoung. You're playing along with it to see if you can make Jaehee laugh.

Speaking of Saeyoung, listen. He can make a funny costume or a serious one. But, I want him to fit a theme with his brother which means that he's going to be a little devil. It fits him since he might as well lean into his sadistic tendencies. I expect no less from him... and frankly, count your blessings. This is better than him showing up as a "sexy car." Not a race car driver. A car. He knows how to have fun but we gotta reel him in.

This means that Saeran is an angel to counter his brother being the devil. It fits him since he's always a delight to be around. Everyone he's around already comments that he's a saint for choosing to be forgiving and sweet to others, so he might as well let himself fit the angelic quality and put a halo on his head. It's better for him to go with something light, anyway. The last Halloween he went through was as a Phantom... and he's learning to curb his obsessive desire.

Rika's been a witch before but I feel like it's too on the nose to make her a witch or an enchantress. I want to see her as a vampire. I want to see her confront her demons by choosing a costume that makes her feel not only powerful and in charge of her body, but also helps her remember that her choices have power and she can choose to do what's right for herself... there's also just something very nice about a blonde vampire staring at you intently.

Vanderwood refuses a costume. If you ask, they're just going to pull a Wednesday Addams, “This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else.”

And, hm... If I had to pick a costume for my CMC Lila? You know what, let's just be consistent here. She and Saeran would want to match a theme, so she'd need to fit into the theme that Saeyoung and Saeran already set up. Hilariously, she'd just dress up as half angel and half devil, and say that "Saeran and Saeyoung are acting as my conscientious." Because I just think it's hilarious if they tell her to do something and she just goes through with it.