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bunnycobie · 1 year

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best friend's brother - choi san

pairing: choi san x f!reader summary: when your night with your crush doesn't go to plan, you find comfort in the person you'd least expect genre: smut, some fluff, some angst word count: 3k content/tw: nonidol characters, college au, san has a sister named mina (not meant to be mina from twice), other random idol names are used, fingering, unprotected sex, drunk sex (don’t do this in real life) a/n: this may be a cringefest bc it was my first fic

18+ minors dni (masterlist)

you tap on jimin’s instagram story for an update on where he might be. he’s in a car with his friends, most likely on his way here. replaying the post over and over, you don’t realize how long you’ve been staring at his smile until you’re hit on the leg with a pillow, snapping you back into reality.

“are you even listening to me?” mina snaps. you grin and sit up against the pillows on her bed.

today is mina’s birthday, and she decided to throw a party at her house tonight. but even though she invited tons of people, she only cares about one guest. so much so, that she’s cycled through five different outfits just to look as good as possible.

“you look hot.” you say jokingly, grabbing and hugging the pillow she just threw at you. “jin is going to notice you, quit overthinking it.”

mina groans. “why aren’t they here yet?”

“they’re on their way right now, they’ll probably be here soon. can we please go now?” you whine. the party started almost an hour ago, but you’ve been waiting for your friend to finish getting ready.

“i just need a few more minutes. go ahead, i’ll find you later.” she says, looking in the mirror as she puts on a pair of earrings.

as you leave the room, your ears are instantly flooded with music despite the party only being downstairs. you head towards the bathroom and step inside to check your hair and makeup in the mirror.

you and mina invited jimin and jin to the party, and it’s the only thing you two have thought about all week. mina and jin are practically a thing at this point, but you can’t say the same for you and jimin. you’re always too nervous to hold a conversation with him. it’s nothing a little liquid courage can’t fix, though. you hope.

there’s a knock on the bathroom door. you open it expecting it to be mina. instead, you’re greeted by a large frame with silky black hair.

of course, it’s mina’s brother san.

despite being a player on campus, he’s really sweet and protective over you. presumably because you’re his sister’s friend. still, he’s always been respectful and never tried to make a move on you.

but you’ve definitely caught him staring once or twice, and youd be lying if you said you didn’t do the same.

“oh, hi y/n.” he examines your outfit, making you feel self-conscious. “i started to think i’d never see you guys come out of that room.”

“sorry,” you smile awkwardly, walking around him into the hallway. “she’s nervous about jin.”

“jin’s coming?”

“yeah, and jimin”. you reply.

san’s posture straightens. “so you actually like him?”

“i never said that.” you protest.

“i hear you guys all the time. you aren’t really discreet about it.” he smiles.

you can’t help but notice his dimples every time he does that. your relationship with him has only ever been platonic, but you’re almost always dumbfounded by his appearance.

“i mean, maybe. i can’t really tell if he feels the same way though.” you say, fidgeting with your hands.

san leans against the wall. “i wouldn’t waste my time on him,”.

“what? what do you mean?”

“i don’t like him. it doesn’t matter though; you can do better than him.”

who the hell does he think he is?

“you don’t even know him. why should i care what you think?” you say, furrowing your brows.

in reality, san knows jimin more than you’d thin. they’ve never been friends, but he’s spent enough time around him to know that he’s not worth dating.

san is well aware of his position in your life, but he still cares and doesn’t want to see you hurt. your words stung a little, but he wouldn’t let you know that.

san grins and lets out a soft chuckle that pisses you off a little.

mina’s bedroom door opens and she steps out in yet another outfit choice.

“it took you an hour to come up with that?” san says teasingly, gesturing to mina’s outfit.

mina’s eyes widen. “is it actually that bad?” she gaps.

“he’s joking.” you smile, despite the anger you felt a few seconds ago. “you look cute, can we go now?” you asked, grabbing mina’s hand and pulling her towards the stairs.

not only would she have actually changed her outfit again, but you would’ve done anything to get out of that situation. you’re an adult and can date whoever you want. why is san treating you like you’re his sister... or his girlfriend?

as you walk away with mina, you glance over your shoulder to see san still looking at you, except this time he’s more serious.

the party was open invitation, but you’re still surprised by the number of people that actually showed. you and mina grab two beers from the kitchen.

you feel a tug on your arm. “they’re over there!”. she points to jin and jimin sitting on a sofa with drinks and talking.

your stomach knots at the sight of jimin and you start to feel flustered. he looks so good you start to second guess your outfit just as much as mina did hers. you chug your drink, hoping the alcohol will set in soon.

mina laughs at your nervousness. “are you ready?”

“i think so –”

“hey guys!” mina yells over the music, interrupting you.

your heart drops even further than it already did.

jmin and jin look over as you and mina make your way to them. mina sits next to Jin, leaving you with no choice but to sit next to jimin on the opposite end. you were hoping Mina would be with you to ease the awkwardness, but that plan is instantly thrown out the window.

jimin turns his body towards you, and you start to wish you’d planned things to talk about.

“hey, you look nice.” he smiles.

“thank you.” you respond shyly. somehow you feel even more self-conscious despite the compliment.

“i haven’t seen you in class lately.” you mention, hoping your awkwardness doesn’t show.

“oh. i’ve been kind of focused on my music lately. i’m actually considering switching majors.” he says.

he continues speaking but as you glance around your attention is caught by san across the room.

he’s looking directly at you, while a girl is holding his arm and laughing. he’s pretending to listen, but he’s watching you and jimin. you can’t seem to break the eye contact, as if your eyes are glued to him.

you realize you’re mid conversation and shift your focus back on jimin, who’s still talking about himself.

“i think that’s great.” you smile at him, unknowing of what he spent the last 30 seconds talking about.

“y/n, can I borrow you for a sec?” mina leans forward into your gaze.

you nod. “sorry, one second.” you excuse yourself from the conversation and follow mina as she pulls you aside.

“jin and i are going to my room; are you gonna be fine on your own?” she asks lowly.

“what? you’re sleeping with jin already?” you exclaim.

mina shushes you and looks around the room as if anyone could’ve heard you over the music.

“i don’t know, probably.” she says, grinning like an idiot.

“i’ll be fine. be safe.” you smile.

she nods and waves over jin, and he follows her upstairs

you make your way over to where you previously were but realize jimin is gone. you scan the room for him but can’t find him. you start to regret letting mina go and feel awkward all over again. you look around for a familiar face and see san, still talking to the same girl and clearly uninterested. you find chaewon and yunjin and join them for a while.

almost two hours pass while you’re busy getting drunk and dancing.

mina comes back with jin, but you’ve been so caught up that you forgot about them and jimin.

“hey.” you almost cringe realizing what they might have just finished doing.

mina grins and rolls her eyes. “where’s jimin?”

you shrug. “he left after you guys did”

“that’s weird,” jin says.

“i’ll go look for him.”

you scan downstairs one more time, but he’s still nowhere to be seen. you realize the party extended to the patio and open the door to check outside.

you find him, but you’re practically frozen in place when you do. he’s sitting next to a pretty blonde girl, kissing and feeling her up. you start to feel sick. you know that the two of you weren’t exclusive, but you still had hope there would be something between you. you’ve been obsessed with him for months and the one night you decided to make a move, the universe betrays you. the embarrassment starts to set in when you realize practically everyone knew about your crush as well.

you can’t watch any longer, and head back inside. you don’t feel like looking for mina. you don’t want to ruin her birthday by forcing her to comfort you. you’re too ashamed to admit what happened, anyways. you’re too drunk to walk or drive home, so you go to mina’s bedroom to wait for the rest of the night.

you open the door to her bedroom but the unmade bed reminds you of what just happened in it. and as disgusting as you feel, you’d rather not fall asleep on a bed full of sweat and god knows what else.

standing in the hallway, you start to feel the frustration set in and tears begin to well in your eyes.

you hear heavy footsteps on the stairs and immediately wipe your tears.

you don’t know whether to be grateful or upset over the fact that it’s san. as soon as you see his face, you’re reminded of the situation from earlier. and the last thing you want is to hear an “i-told-you-so”.

“what’s wrong?” he says, noticing your expression.

“nothing.” you reply, trying to contain yourself.

“why were you crying then?” he approaches you, practically trapping you in between him and the wall.

“i’m just tired.” you lie, looking down hoping to avoid eye contact.

“don’t lie to me,” san says, lifting your chin.

“did he do something to you?” he’s more intimate this time, and you realize you won’t get anywhere by hiding the truth.

“you were right.” you admit, removing his hand from your face. you start to feel the shame overwhelm you again

san sighs and looks around the hallway to make sure you were alone.

“are you happy?” you continued.

“of course i’m not happy,” san says, offended by the accusation. “you’ve had too much to drink. let’s just get you to bed, okay?”

you know he didn’t do anything wrong. none of this was his fault. to be fair, he did warn you. you weren’t mad at san, but you were overwhelmed and didn’t know what else to do. so, you took it out on him.

“you’ve been watching me like a creep all night waiting for something to go wrong. now you want to pretend you feel bad and take care of me?” you snap.

san sucks his teeth and grabs your wrist. pulling you to his bedroom, he shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

“can you calm down?” he asks in annoyance, folding his arms.

you start pacing out of frustration, trying to keep yourself from breaking down.

“he’s not worth crying over, y/n. I told you that you could do better than him.” he says, pulling you back to him. he snakes one hand around your waist and starts wiping your tears with the other.

something about his presence makes you feel safe. he makes you feel like you could cry if you needed to, but how could you when you’re around him? the realization that your body is pressed against his starts to set in.

you always knew san was good-looking, but something about the way he’s letting you be vulnerable with him makes him so much more attractive. he looked unreal, yet somehow, he was standing right in front of you.

you must have been staring for a while because his expression darkens. his thumb that was just wiping your tears starts to brush softly over your lips. you feel like you’re going to pass out from the way he’s staring at your face, studying you.

san’s lips press against yours and his arms wrap around your waist. you reach over his wide shoulders and around his neck as he pulls your body closer to his. each kiss begins deepen, with small moans escaping your throat. and as passionate as they are, his lips are still so soft and careful with yours.

san’s lips move from yours to your neck, and he’s holding you as if you’d slip away once he lets go.

you can feel warmth pooling in between your legs, making your legs go numb. he sweeps you up and moves his focus back to your lips as he carries you to his bed. laying you on your back, he hovers over you between your legs, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

you let out a moan as reassurance for him to continue, so he slides his hand under your top. he squeezes and massages your breast, causing you to let out whines involuntarily.

“does that feel good?” he groans against your neck. you can feel him smiling against you, giving you chills in the best way possible.

you manage to let out a soft whiny “yes.”.

“i’m gonna make you feel so much better.” he promises. he plants a soft kiss against your collarbone before shifting his hand between your legs.

he circles his thumb against the outside of your panties, feeling the damp spots he caused. each feeling of him hitting your clit makes your breath hitch.

“fuck.” he groans. “my baby is so good and wet for me.” he moans, teasing you with his fingers.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, your forehead against his.

“could you please?” you plead softly.

“could I what? use your words, baby.” he teases, pushing more pressure onto your clit.

“fingers, please.” you babble, your head falling back from the sensitivity.

“you want me to fuck you with my fingers?” san smirks.

“mm-hmm.” you whine.

san pulls your panties to the side and pushes his thick finger in slowly, earning a whimper from you.

he can feel his cock growing feeling the warmth of you, wishing it was inside of you instead. the sound of his fingers slipping inside of you are audible from the wetness.

san can feel himself swelling up and leaking from the anticipation, but he wants to take his time with you. he loves the sight of you moaning and whining under his control with your head held back.

he pulls your head in by the back of your neck and snakes his tongue in your mouth while curling his fingers to reach your gspot. his tongue is warm and wet, and you feel yourself getting dizzy and falling apart.

“i’m gonna cum.” you manage to breathe out.

“wait a little longer for me,” san says, pulling his fingers out of your heat and kissing you before standing up.

he pulls his shirt off revealing his bare chest and smooth, toned skin. he’s practically sweating from the anticipation, making his abs and biceps look even more glossy. he looks like a greek god.

unzipping his pants and removing the rest of his clothes, his swollen cock reveals itself, already wet and leaking from the tip.

he pushes you back down and lets you wrap your legs around his waist.

rubbing his tip against your sensitive clit, he inserts himself, making you gasp. the feeling you felt from his finger was almost nothing compared to the size of him inside of you.

he groans at the feeling of you wrapped around and squeezing him and wastes no time before speeding up his pace. your moans can’t help but get louder, and he has to cover your mouth with his just in case someone may hear you whine.

he moves fast yet softly as if he doesn’t want to hurt you. still, the feeling of him inside of you is enough to make your eyes water. you feel your sensitivity from being edged earlier come back, and you’re close to your high all over again.

“i wish i could do this with you forever” he moans.

his pace starts to get sloppy, letting you know he’s close to finishing. you feel a wave of ecstasy take over your body as san releases inside of you, leaving you dripping. the two of you moan over the feeling of finishing on each other.

san collapses next to you as you both catch your breath. he gets up and slips on clothes to leave the room. you lay in confusion for a minute until he comes back with a warm towel.

he cleans you up and gives you one of his clean t-shirts to wear to sleep. you try to hide your smile from the thought of him being so sweet to you. when you put the shirt on, he falls in love at the sight of it being so big on you. he’s not super tall, but his muscles are enough to warrant his shirts being huge. san wraps his arms around you and gives you another kiss, but this time it feels more loving than the rest.

“do you feel better now?” he asks, embracing you.

you’d forgotten about what led to this in the first place. but you didn’t care enough to remember because you were in love with someone else now.

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akaashiwaifuuwu · 11 months

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Love - lana del rey

Bangchan and fem reader

Warning: fluff, angst, mention of menstrual cycle and fem.

this is inspired by the the song love by lana del rey and you all can play that song while reading lmao and also 20th century girl ;) this is my first time writing over tumblr lmao

walking to your uni felt amazing in the end you fought with so many people, you won the competition. This war for studying till day and night is done? No.

You still gotta study to get better marks for semesters to make your parents proud in the end they deserve it don't they? They sacrificed a tons and now here you are shifted to a new dorms.

New place? New city? New people? New college? Everything is so New. You wanted to be friendly and then you knocked at your neighbors doors. No answer, you can hear the music is going on being an overthinker you started thinking if you were disturbing him or not when you turned around suddenly someone opened the door.

"Hi, were you knocking?" Flabbergasted. Just Flabbergasted. "Helloooooooo" oh, yeah 'I'm supposed to be speaking dumbfuck' you were thinking "hi?" The guy was standing thinking you're deaf and then he was giving signs to you "I can speak, I'm sorry I was" flabbergasted because you look so hot? Are you gonna say that? No.

"Hi?" He smiled at you "my god, this is for you I'm your new neighbors I hope we get along" you smiled at him and handed him your cookies "bro, what's taking you so long?" A new person start walking with a deep voice making you rethink that what if they are a bad guy?

"Oh, a new neighbor?" The guy who looked so fluffy cuddly had that voice like what the hell? "I'm felix nice to meet you" he smiled "hey, I'm yn I'm new here hope we get along and there are some cookies for you two" you and felix shaked hands "I'm bangchan" the guy with gentle masculinity smiled "I'm yn" you smiled at him.

you found out that your new neighbours go the same uni as you but they're majoring in a different field as compared to you. Felix and Bangchan were both majoring in music meanwhile you were studying law, you also made friends with lee minho and seungmin who was doing law as their major.

You were sitting alone at the class and a girl name ryunjin came to you "hey I know we don't talk but please tutor me I will fail if you don't tutor me" that girl was begging.

"Hey yn" felix started running towards you and hugged you "hey lix" you giggled at him "hey channie" you smiled that him he nodded and smiled. "So you and minho?" Chan asked "what about him?" You were confused looking at him with tilting your head "oh come on don't you see the way minho looks at you" felix smirked "what? Nah we ain't having anything what the hell chan you believe that? I thought you know me better" you sighed teasing him.

"You and emiko are dating tho" you looked at chan "she is my ex no way I don't do old deeds" he looked at you.

| you're a part of past but now you're the future|

you started hanging out with chan and felix every weekends. "No way you listen to lana del rey?" Felix yelled at you "I love lana del rey you didn't knew?" You both gave eachother high five. "Favorite song?" Felix asked "Honestly, I can't choose but yk love by lana del rey hold different spot" you smiled

"No way that's chans favorite too" felix looked at chan "chan listens to lana?" You grabbed chan hands "yn everyone who have amazing taste listens to lana del rey people who listens to lana are hot and they are self aware" chan started massaging your hands. Honestly it feels nice you had hard weekdays and weekends are amazing for you.

"I need water gimme a minute" you said while walking out. "Yn change your cloths and take a shower" chan gave you a smile "why?" You were confused "oh, your monthly cycle started" felix replied "no wait, I stained the sofa? I STAINED THE SOFA?" It's okay don't worry much about it me and felix can clean" chan hold your hands. In this very moment you melt.

"I love you two I don't know what I would do without you" you hugged chan and felix. You felt safe with them. They made you feel good really good.

|you get ready, you get all dressed up to go nowhere particular|

"Chan, what do you think about this dress?" He stared at you from top to bottom. Red lipstick, red backless dress with red high heels. He wanted to elope with you. "Amazing, are you going somewhere?" He questioned "oh, no I just wanted to get dress" you laughed "well let me dress up too"

"Oh my God yes yes dress up so we can play dress up dress up" you smiled at him, he was Flabbergasted by it everything about you made him feel happy? Yk when weeknd said "if you're the air I need I'm dying just to breathe" yes you never knew what love was.

Until and unless every love song was about him. You're lovesick and you ain't even ashamed of it.

You thought falling in love was good but was it? No it wasn't absolutely not. Falling in love isn't always the colors, flowers etc its sad if the lover doesn't love you back but as long as he is happy right?

"Hey" chan looked at you but you were deeply in sleep. He removed your hair which was covering your face and saw stain on your face were you crying? You woke up and saw him staring at you which made you smile you smiled at him thinking it was a dream you giggled like a little kid and when you felt someone pinch you. It was at this moment you knew you fucked up.

"What are smiling for?" He looked at you awestruck "I thought it was a dream" you look terrified "you dream about me? How cute how fluffy awww" he started teasing you. "Are you going to that party? Today?" You said "ah hyunjins? Yes I'm and you" he asked earning a yes for you.

You entered the party with felix and chan and wore black short dress you laughed at them "im going to drink a lot today" you started walking toward the counter "im warning you" they nodded smiling.

"My god you aren't kidding when you said you will drink a lot?" Felix asked again earning a nope from you. 1 shot, 2, 3, 4, 5? You lost count and you were dancing with minho awkwardly since you don't know how to dance and he doesn't wanna take advantage of you.

"Chan here" minho handed you to chan "holy shit? She is really drunk?" He looked at her "channie were you always this good looking?" You stared at him. He could feel his heart beating faster.

"I'm beyond handsome" chan made you sit beside him "we love self aware king" you smiled at him while putting your head on his shoulder and grabbing his hand.

"Felix you coming bro?" Chan asked the blonde man "no bro I'm going to some where else" felix reassured chan that he should take you home.

While chan place you in front seat you grabbed his face "your lips is so pretty, oh no this is bad I can feel my heart beat so fast, no no no this is bad" you place your face on his chest he stared at you without saying anything he brushed your hair which was covering your face.

You woke up in the sound of birds "oh hey yn" you slept on chans bed "oh no way I stayed here? My head hurts" chan gave you hangover drink. "So, was I really drunk yesterday?"

"Don't worry about it you anyway have warned us" chan smiled "and oh have breakie"

"Oh I want to change and brush my teeth then I will come back yeah?" Earning a okay from Chan

You and chan were alone just you and him and Watching la la land the ending made you cry and you're crying so hard sobbing on his chest while he whispering sweet nothing.

"Hey chan wanna go on a date with me on Friday today is Wednesday" he said nothing "it's okay if you don't wanna come whatever I'm gonna get going-" she got stopped by chan pressing his lips "see you on Friday then?" "Yes, Friday."

Felix looked at chan "I think I like yn" he confessed to chan and he was shattered. "Oh wow man this will work it will" chan smiled at him.

At night he entered his room and cried and cried and cried he needs to sacrifice ofcourse it has to be, he doesn't wanna fight over a girl with his friends and felix is like other him.

"Hey chan let's go somewhere on Saturday yeah? Me, you, yn and ryunjin" he looked at chan. Yep.

On Friday you waited for him outside infront of movie hall it is 12pm now its is 5pm you waited and when it was 8 you started walking towards home and it was raining you looked down and stared at the ground for a while until you felt it wasn't raining when you looked up you saw minho was holding an umbrella.

"Yn you're here" felix looked at you "why are you all wet?" He was concerned "don't bother" this was the last thing you said to him as you entered the room"

You read 'incoming call from channie 💌' you picked up "hello?" "Yn let's meet right now"

You heard the knock and opened the door and let him enter "yn I didnt came todaye intentionally" you both stared "why?"

"I don't wanna"

"Oh" was all you could manage with that being said he walked out.

"Yn wanna go to amusement park? Me, you, chan and ryunjin?" Felix asked her earning a yes from her

"Yn and felix take a photo" chan said as if he wasn't getting hurt. Chan made them take ride together but while felix and you were together you could only see chan. And felix saw the way you looked at him.

"Let's go to that" chan pointed felix and ryunjin denied while chan went and you said you will go too knowing very well you're scared of heights.

As you both went to ticket corner ryunjin said "I really want to go there" and felix questioned her "why didn't you go?" Making ryunjin laugh "stupid, they like eachother well they love eachother can't you see it? In the party chan and yn was there together and always looking for eachother dumbass"

Then it hit felix yn liked bangchan and bangchan like yn, chan sacrificed for him, chan always did that, everytime, everyday, chan takes the blame, chan protects him, he isn't even selfish why?

When the roller-coaster was going up you could see yourself getting scared and chan saw that too "yn why are you shivering?" He asked you "im scared of height" you confessed "then why did you even joined me in this?" He was genuinely scared for you.

"Because I want spend some time with you alone me and you just us" you took his hand and breathe in screaming "bahng Christopher chan I love you" and then it went down causing you to faint while chan was holding you.

"What happened" you opened your eyes the roller coaster ride was done and chan was looking at dead in your eyes meanwhile you're feeling dizzy.

Chan hold you by your waist and you vomited and said "if you hate me then I'm thinking of moving to different apartment" once you've stopped vomiting you heard him saying "that's great, I'm happy"

That shattered your heart.

"I never regret meeting you chan" that last thing he heard from you as he starts walking away. In the end you were not here you went home alone on chan and felix way to home.

"Hey felix did you saw the photos I took you and yn looks goals like so cute" he muttering until he heard felix speaking up "for how long are you willing to sacrifice for me?" Chan turned around "what happened did anyone said anything? What happened tell me"

"You like yn why are you willing to sacrifice you always do that everytime like I'm something to dumb or can't handle pain whatever it is why chan why? You know what I'm just gonna go and yn is shifting because of you and you better go apologize to her"

Chan was stunned "no I don't like her" felix was about to yell "shut up you do and why didn't you tell me"

"What was I supposed to say? Hey I like her so you should back off a girl coming between our friendship? I like you more and you matter more for me"

"I need to stay away for you I need some alone time bye chan" felix said walking faster to his dorm.

Chan knows he fucked up but what was he supposed to do? God he feels like shit he hadn't cry this much.

"Hey yn can I talk to you?" Felix looked at you "yes sir" you laughed "I like you yeah I do but chan loves you and when I told him I like you he back off and did that he always tries so hard for me willing to do anything for me you know it's so I don't know what he is so loveable person talk to him yeah?"

"I love him you know" "I know he knows too"

"Where is chan?" You looked around "dorms he is about to shift so you don't have to go" you don't know what happened you were running to your building and as soon as you saw chan all you could say is "I hate you why did you do that?" You looked at him.

"I like you chan I love you chan, don't do it, don't go stay with me" you cried he came and hugged you "I love you" he smiled as you look at him.

"-felix" chan pushed you away "mate you're happy im happy I can find anyone I want and I think me and yn are made for platonic relationships right yn?" You smiled anything him and kissed chan on his lips.

As long as you're both with eachother you don't have to worry about anyone and anything.

| cause I'm young and in love|

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bratzforchris · 7 months

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hello hello! can you do one where luke takes care of his little on her period?

Little Ones Need Care Too

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Summary: Above

Pairing: Caregiver!Luke x feminine and little!reader

Warnings: Menstrual topics

Word Count: 683

A/N: I'm sorry it's so short, anon! College is killing me rn >.<

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Luke absolutely hated when you were on your period. Not because it inconvenienced him in any way, but because your cycle wreaked absolute havoc on your body, making you exhausted and in pain. He did his best to care for you in the ways he knew how, but he could still see how much your period took out of you.

Unfortunately for both you and him, today was the first day of your period and it was absolute hell. You’d woken up rather late, despite being put down for bed early because you were regressed. The sun streaming through the blinds irritated you as you realized what had woken you.

Terrible cramps were ripping through your lower abdomen, and all you could do was snuggle into Luke’s side and cry in your little state. You suckled on your paci softly, praying Luke would wake up soon. You didn’t want to wake Daddy up, no, but the pain in your tummy was becoming too much for you to handle. Luckily, it wasn’t long before Luke rolled over and sleepily blinked his eyes, wrapping you in a cuddle. You sniffled softly, hoping Daddy wouldn’t notice you crying, but Luke immediately sat up, hugging you to his chest.

“Oh princess, what’s wrong?” he asked sadly.

“Tummy hurt!” You cried, laying your head on his shoulder.

Luke went to ask you where your stomach hurt, until he turned his head and saw a red spot on the white sheets of your shared bed. “Oh honey,” he cooed. “Let’s go to the bathroom, my love.”

Daddy hoisted you up onto his hip, whispering soft, comforting things to you as he walked you into your ensuite bathroom. He carefully sat you down on the lid of the closed toilet seat and stooped to pull one of your princess pull-ups out from the cabinet.

“Look what I have, baby!” Luke said cheerfully, trying to lighten your mood.

Luke’s happiness didn’t completely calm you down, but it did reduce your tears to sniffles and put a tiny smile on your face. The blond carefully helped you stand up and removed your blood-soiled underwear, not speaking much. Little you knew what your period was, but neither you nor your daddy went into a ton of details about it.

Luke carefully wiped your skin with a baby wipe, making sure you were completely clean, before sliding the pull-up up your legs and patting your padded bum. “Would you like a onesie, honey?” he asked you, kissing your head.

“Tummy hurt, Daddy.” You whined again, snuggling into his side as you suckled on your paci.

Your daddy pouted softly, kissing your head gently. “I know, little princess. I’m so sorry, honey. Let’s get you in some warm pajamas and get you some breakfast and then I’ll get you some medicine.”

Luke kissed your head again before going into your baby room to get you dressed in a clean outfit. The sheets needed to be washed, but he could worry about that later. Right now, all his attention was on you. The blond quickly dressed you in a snuggly, pink onesie that read Daddy’s Princess on it for easy access when he would need to change your pull-up later.

“Breakfast time!” he said in a funny voice, in an attempt to make you smile as he walked down the stairs with you on his hip.

Luke kept you attached to his hip as he found an applesauce pouch that would serve as enough breakfast to give you medicine, without making you more nauseous. He slowly held it up to your lips, almost like a bottle, smiling when you began to suck on it.

“Good girl!” he praised you, replacing your paci when you were done.

Daddy quickly gave you a dose of the liquid ibuprofen before carrying you over to the couch for some snuggles. He flicked on My Little Pony and began to softly rub your tummy, smiling as you visibly relaxed.

“Loves you, Daddy.” You whispered, snuggling into his chest.

“I love you too, little one.” Luke whispered back as you drifted off.

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goldenraeofsun · 2 years

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Day 7: Fine Wine

“You aged like fine wine.”

Castiel chokes on his drink. He slowly turns on his barstool to see a stranger swaying slightly in place. A light sheen of grease – or cheap gel – reflects off his hair in the lights behind the bar, and twin lilac bags sag underneath each eye.

“Pardon?” Castiel says. He discreetly sniffs, but the man must have showered more recently than his appearance suggests. Either that, or he simply drank enough so the scent of alcohol masks the smell of body odor.

“You’re Cas – Castiel,” the man says as he braces himself on the bar and laboriously climbs on the stool next to Castiel. He adds, almost accusatory. “Dr. James Novak of Seattle Mercy Hospital.”

Castiel’s jaw drops.

He hasn’t gone by Dr. Novak in close to fifteen years. He was twenty-two when he got his first role on a longstanding medical soap opera (an impossible age for a doctor of his character’s reported caliber, but Castiel was assured this was normal at SMH).

When Dr. Novak was killed off for the sixth and final time, Castiel went on to play a few bit parts in CSI and Law & Order spin offs. He reached the pinnacle of his acting career a few years ago with his starring role in Hell Hazers II and a seven-line part in a Marvel movie. Afterwards, the acting jobs seemed to dry up, or maybe Castiel was tired of the constant sisyphean cycle of auditions chewed him up and spit him out a little worse than before.

Currently, he teaches high school drama in a local private school. While it doesn’t fill him creatively, he can’t say the same for his bank account.

“I, yes, I was,” Castiel fumbles. He hasn’t gotten recognized since his Dr. Sexy, MD days, and, even then, it didn’t happen frequently.

The man beams, and the smile transforms his face. He looks almost handsome. “Knew it,” he says. “’M Dean.”

“You already know my name,” Castiel replies, unsure of how to proceed. He’d come to the bar for a quiet celebratory drink – he’d finally finished all his college recommendation letters in time for early decision deadlines. On the other hand, Dean wasn’t technically bothering him as Castiel didn’t have many plans to bother.

“Yeah,” Dean agrees with a long sigh. “Figures I’d run into you today.”

Castiel has no idea what that means.

Dean points a shaking finger in Castiel’s face. “You’re the reason I became a doctor.”

Castiel’s mouth falls open. After a beat, he forces out, “You’re not serious.”

“As a heart attack.” Dean chuckles, the sound grim and humorless.

“I – I’m sorry?” Castiel tries, feeling entirely off balance with the abrupt turn of their conversation.

“Don’t be,” Dean says bitterly. “Not your fault I killed a patient today.”

Castiel shoves his horror down. With a determinedly neutral expression, he says, “I’m sure it’s not your fault,” because he didn’t act in 147 episodes of a medical soap opera for nothing.

Dean shakes his head, tapping the bar to get the bartender’s attention. “A double of Jack for me, and one more of whatever my friend here is drinking.”

As the bartender moves back down the bar to prepare Dean’s order, Castiel frowns. “Are you sure you should be having another?”

Dean scowls. “’M not on call for another 48 hours.”

Castiel gives him a deliberate once-over. “I was referring to your current state of drunkenness.”

Dean waves his concern away. “’M fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

Dean exhales an explosive sigh. “You fuck up a aortic dissection repair on a twelve-year-old who just wanted to perform in her school dance recital next month, and tell me you’re all hunky dory after.”

He’s a surgeon. A pediatric cardiac surgeon.

Castiel inspired a pediatric surgeon?

He leans in, his heart twinging in sympathy for both Dean and his late patient. “I’m sure there were complications.”

Dean mutters, “High blood pressure and Type 2 diabetes.”

Castiel lays a hand on Dean’s arm. “I may not be a real doctor, but I spoke often enough with our medical experts to know those aren’t inconsequential conditions when it comes to your specialty.”

Dean harrumphs and greedily grabs the drink the bartender sets down before the pair of them. He takes a long pull of his whiskey. “But enough about me. How come you quit acting?”

Castiel shrugs. “It’s a hard life,” he says vaguely, continuing as Dean makes a go on gesture with his free hand. “I was tired of not landing parts and struggling to make my rent each month. I gave it until I turned thirty, and, well, you can guess what happened next.”

Dean snorts into his glass. “At thirty, I wasn’t even done with my residency.” He casts Castiel a surprisingly shrewd look for how much he’s had to drink. “I think you gave up too early. You were doing good stuff.”

Castiel’s biggest sore spot throbs painfully. “Forgive me for tiring of living off PB&Js and inhabiting a technically illegal bedroom according to the housing code of Los Angeles.”

But Dean just huffs a dry laugh. “You haven’t suffered until you try to convince your way too smart younger brother that fluff marshmallow mix and macaroni is exotic and not a move of pure desperation.”

Castiel chokes on his next sip. “That sounds horrendous,” he says, his temper softening.

“Yeah, well, it was food, so,” Dean shrugs, “he ate it eventually. There weren’t that many options while snowed in at the Royale Motel in Scranton.” He tips back the rest of his drink. “We moved around a lot, growing up,” he says, spinning the empty glass between his fingers. “Sometimes the only things I could rely on were the daytime soaps.”

Castiel’s heart breaks. “I would have thought you would have become an actor, in that case.”

Dean laughs. “My old man said actors made shit money, so I picked something else.”

Castiel can’t help rolling his eyes, chuckling lightly under his breath. “Your father was right.”

“Guess so,” Dean says thoughtfully. “D’you miss it?”

Castiel nods. “Every day.”

Dean leans in and lays his hand over Castiel’s. He throws a significant glance at their empty glasses. “Whaddya say we get out of here?” he asks in a suggestive voice.

Castiel blinks. “I – I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Dean pulls back at once, but not before Castiel catches the hurt on his face.

“You’re drunk,” Castiel says gently. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage.”

Dean grunts but gets to his feet without arguing. “’S fine,” he mutters. “Had to shoot my shot, right?”

“Of course,” Castiel says, not exactly sure what he’s agreeing to, but it’s evidently the right thing to say since Dean just nods and starts to walk away, reaching into his jacket. But, to Castiel’s alarm, he pulls out a set of car keys instead of his phone to call a taxi.

Castiel hurries after him. “Dean!” he calls.

Outside the bar, Dean turns around, a smirk playing across his lips. “Change your mind, big guy?”

“What? No,” Castiel says as Dean tenses. “But you can’t drive,” he says helplessly.

Dean scowls. “I’m not that drunk.”

“I’m pretty sure you are.”

Dean rolls his eyes so hard Castiel is surprised they don’t pop out of his skull. “Out of the two of us, only one has a real medical license.”

Castiel crosses his arms over chest. “If you won’t call a cab, come to my apartment. It’s just down the street.”

Dean step forward, and Castiel lets out a silent sigh of relief. “Your apartment?” he repeats.

“So you can sober up,” Castiel says resolutely.

Dean shoves his hands in his pockets. “Lead the way, Dr. Novak.”

* * *

Castiel wakes up with a crick in his neck and a shooting pain in his lower back. He never made it to bed after talking with Dean for hours on his sofa in his living room.

A muttered swear comes from behind him, and Castiel cranes his head around to see Dean, still wearing his clothes from last night, bent over Castiel’s finicky coffee machine.

“You have to flip the switch on the side,” he tells Dean as he gets to his feet.

“Mornin’,” Dean says with a grin. “Thanks for letting me stay over.”

“Thanks for not throwing up on my couch and trying to make me coffee.” Castiel slides around Dean to open the cabinet with his mugs. He pulls out his favorite sky blue cup.

“C’mon, I wasn’t that bad.”

After some rooting around, Castiel finds the novelty Dr. Sexy, MD mug he received in a gift basket on his last day of filming.

Dean laughs out loud as he takes it from Castiel. “It’s even got his cowboy boots!” he exclaims as he inspects it from every angle.

Castiel nods, turning so Dean can’t see his smile. “You’re welcome to take it,” he says. “I have far more mugs than I need for one person.”

“Aw man, don’t tell me that,” Dean groans, “or else I’ll actually do it.”

“Take it,” Castiel says firmly as he pours coffee into Dean’s new mug.

Dean cradles to his chest, breathing in deeply. He inhales half of it in one go, to Castiel’s concern. “Christ, that’s the stuff.” He meets Castiel’s astounded gaze with a little grin. He polishes off his cup in the same time it takes Castiel to add enough sugar and cream to his satisfaction. “Coffee is practically a pro sport for surgeons; you have no idea. But I’ll get out of your hair after this,” Dean says, an apologetic note to his words, “but do you mind if I leave my number before I head out?”

Castiel gapes at him before he realizes Dean doesn’t see his answer as so obvious it goes without saying. “Yes, of course,” he says in a rush, half a beat too late.

Dean grins. “Awesome. You were always on my celebrity hall pass list.” At Castiel’s furrowed look of confusion, Dean’s smile broadens. “You know, that list of longshots that’ll never happen so you might as well give your girlfriend the OK to sleep with Idris Elba or Hugh Jackman or Chris Hemsworth.”

Castiel watched enough Marvel movies to prepare for his own role to know what all those actors look like. “I’m nothing like those men,” he splutters.

“Well, yeah, everyone has a weird one – my last boyfriend would’ve fucked Scar from the Lion King if given half the chance.”

“A flattering comparison,” Castiel deadpans as Dean chuckles.

Once Dean washes out his mug (he insists on it), grabs his jacket, and inputs his phone number in Castiel’s cell, there’s no reason for him to linger.

Castiel awkwardly trades goodbyes on his threshold before he shuts the door behind Dean.

He thinks about calling for the rest of the day. Dean is his first thought on Saturday morning too, but he concludes it’s too soon.

He debates reaching out on Sunday, but 48 hours have passed since their first meeting, so Dean’s probably in surgery. It’s clearly a bad time to make contact.

By Monday, Castiel talks himself out of it altogether. Dean is a pediatric surgeon at one of the most prestigious hospital systems in the county (Castiel looked him up on the off chance Dean wasn’t being truthful, but his degrees are published on the hospital website for all to see.)

Dean saves lives every day.

Castiel is a washed up actor who peaked a decade ago. The closest he got to saving a life was convincing Siobhan that getting bangs a week before school picture day would not be in her best interest.

But Castiel won’t let his strange run in with Dean mean nothing. In a fit of productivity one weekend, exactly one month after Dean stayed the night at his apartment, he stops by the local theater and marks down the day of their next auditions.

In January, he tries out for a small play written by a local playwright, and wins a part. Not the lead, but a good, meaty character part.

He mostly forgets about Dean in between classes and his own rehearsals – until the director hands out their complimentary tickets. None of Castiel’s family live in the area, and his friend, Meg, is out of town that week.

As Castiel wracks his brains for someone to invite, he can’t help but keep coming back to Dean.

He chickens out of actually calling Dean and instead sends him a picture of the tickets with the date prominently displayed and a short text, “If you’d like to come.”

Dean texts back four hours later.

Dean Winchester 5:22 Sorry surgery just ended Of course I wouldn’t miss *the* Castiel DeAngelos’s big comeback!

#suptober22 #destiel #destiel fanfic #fanfic #actor castiel #doctor dean #first meetings #celebrity au #rae writes fic

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Aight so Ik my catch phrase is Terry Jeffords yelling “NO DOCTOR” but if surgeon Dabi was real? You bet your a** I’d be breaking my fingers to see him… respectfully

"You again?" Dabi sighs before nodding at you to follow him. You sat on the bed while he took out your X ray scan, your arm was broken at two places, and 2 bruised ribs. He took a look at your face, bruises on your cheek and your lip cut up.

"What happened this time?" He asked as he began pulling out his instruments and bandages.

You shrugged. "Got hit by a car when I was cycling."

Dabi hummed as he began working on your arm first. He gave you local anesthesia and began working on your arm, making sure that you can't see the surgery and freak out.

You were still conscious so he began asking you questions. "So, wanna tell me how exactly you broke your arm?"

"What's there to tell? Like I said, I got hit by the car, then landed on my arm at a position where my arm got fractured... because my body landed on it. Then I hailed a cab here."

"Why didn't the driver offer you a ride here?"

"He was a hit and run."

"Hm. And how did you get your face like that?"

"I'm sorry, am I too ugly for a high schooler?" You rolled your eyes.

"Yes."

"You're not a very good doctor."

"And you're not a very good liar. So why don't you drop the bullshit and get straight with me, or else I'll call the cops and then they can investigate your "hit and run" situation."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You. You are my problem, you little pain in the ass, the thorn in my foot- you and your stupid lies about getting hurt by one freak accident after another. So, you're either having some weird brain problems, or you're just covering up for someone." Dabi said, just as he finished stitching you up.

You looked away from his stare, feeling bare as you felt him looking right through you. "Its just for a few months, I'll move to college by then."

Dabi sighed and nodded. "Fine. But I don't want you leaving the hospital until your arm is completely healed. Tired of having to fix you again and again."

You smiled cheekily. "Don't pretend you dont enjoy my company. Why else would the head surgeon be down here at the emergency with commoners like me?"

Dabi ruffled your hair before pushing you towards the bed. "Now, you're going to stay here while I get you something to eat."

"Pizza-"

"No. Soup. And a sandwich." He said, pulling out his phone and dialing a number. "And milk. For the bones."

You grumbled like a child as Dabi left the room, the surgeon pulling his tongue at you on his way out.

As soon as the other side picked up, Dabi's laidback demeanour dropped.

"I want to report child abuse and endangerment." Dabi said.

"Is it that kid you've been talking about?" The person asked.

"Yeah." Dabi sighed. "I need you to do whatever you can to put her parents behind. I want full custody."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do, babe."

"Thanks, Keigo."

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dad dabi

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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this is a bit of a weird question and i’m sorry for that but i’m really curious.. it’s for the pack, does y/n still get her period? i’ve never seen in mentioned in the stories, but i’m very curious, i know she gets ruts, but i’m curious to know about it.

does she get her period? and if so how is it ?

"Not weird at all!" You laugh, waving your hands in consolation. "That's a perfectly normal question to be curious about, and one I'm more than happy to talk about!"

"Basically, I get regular, monthly periods-that's my human cycle-and it's due to my female primary gender right? And then I get my yearly rut as well-my wolf cycle-because of my subgender. Does that make sense?"

"So the short answer is yes, I get a period each month just like normal."

"Funny, cause if you get it every month, you'd think you'd be prepared and have enough tampons on hand." Minho smirks.

"I do that on purpose." You quip back quickly, meeting the alpha's gaze. You let your eyes slide over to Changbin with a smirk of your own. "Just so Binnie has to go to the store for me and call me to ask what he needs to get every time."

"Fuck you." Changbin says with no malice, just obvious exasperation.

"Do it yourself, you coward."

"Do you know how many terribly awkward conversations I've had to have with the female conveinence store clerk because of you?"

"Oh, I'm aware. We laugh at you when I go on my weekly snack runs."

"Again. Fuck you."

"Again. Please do."

"Anyway." You turn back to the question at hand after sufficiently teasing Changbin, a grin still on your lips. "My periods were super terrible when I first started having them. We're talking like, throwing up because of the cramps, flat in bed for the entire week, going through a box of tampons in like 24 hours, kinda thing."

"Woof." Jisung says with an obvious grimace. "Glad I'm not a girl."

"And then-" You shrug. "I got on birth control when I graduated high school, it's usually a precautionary required measure to attend subgendered colleges when you're either a primary female or subgender omega, and all the symptoms got a whole lot better."

"I'm not saying it's fun, by any means, but it's manageable now."

"We're all matching birth control besties." Jeongin says with a grin, as he holds out his arm where the implant is just barely visible as a tiny bump beneath his tan skin. "BCBs."

"Never say that again."

"What's a matter, hyung? Jealous you can't be a BCB too?"

"The farthest thing from actually."

"I think we've talked about it before, but the omegas get much more clingy when it's your time of the month." Chan remarks, and you nod thoughtfully. "They don't leave your side, and they're more vocally protective than usual."

"It's because heats have made us sensitive to the same feeling in others. Periods mimic heats, and they're both hell." Hyunjin offers, glancing to you. "My omega gets all twitchy and restless during noona's period."

"Mine basically screams at me 24/7 to comfort." Felix laughs ruefully. "So I snuggle a lot and buy snacks and run baths and watch stupid movies."

"And it's the best thing you could do." You reply truthfully, shooting the omega a grateful look. "It makes me feel so much better."

"Innie has an interesting reaction, to say the least." Changbin glances at the youngest omega, one eyebrow raised, a slight smirk curving the corners of his mouth now.

"Why do you always have to bring this up?" The omega whines, covering his face with his hands, the tips of his ears going red.

Seungmin chortles. "Because it's so goddamn entertaining. Even to this day."

Jeongin shoots the older beta a glare.

"Ah yes." Minho sits back on the couch, looking smug now. "I remember. The fateful head alpha/baby omega incident."

You roll your eyes. "It wasn't that bad."

"I mean." Chan grins, his eyes twinkling with mirth, as he gives a half shrug. "I was kind of worried I was going to lose a finger, but other than that-"

"Oh my god." Jeongin wails, burying his face into Felix's arm. "I hate you guys."

"Wait, wait, wait-" Jisung sits up now, eyes bright, as he glances at the buried omega with open amusement. "-we're talking about the time the baby actually growled at Channie-hyung right?"

"The one and only."

"Once upon a time," You sigh at their teasing, and Jeongin shoots you a grateful look from the safety of Felix's embrace as you get on with it already. "I was on my period, and I was pretty sick, because my birth control had lapsed and couldn't be replaced until the next week. The omegas hadn't left my side, and when Chan came to check on me, Innie was with me, we were watching a movie in my bed."

"I was just bringing her food, okay?" Chan defends himself, though he's still biting back a smile.

"He came into the room, and Innie immediately tensed, and when he approached the bed and tried to reach out to touch me, Innie growled at him."

"I legitimately thought you might bite me." Chan chuckles, shaking his head ruefully.

"Hyung came out of that room and I've never seen him so confused in his entire life." Jisung cackles, clapping his hands together in glee. "He looked at Minho-hyung and he just said, 'Innie growled at me.' And then he shook his head and disappeared to his own room."

"To be fair-" Jeongin speaks up for himself, the apples of his cheek still adorably red. "-the hyungs told me their omegas get protective around the alphas when it's that time of the month too! So!"

"Yeah, but I've never actually growled at hyung, so." Hyunjin replies smugly, his arm looped loosely over the couch behind a still giggling Jisung.

You glance at the baby and give him a soft smile.

"I thought it was very sweet, puppy. You were just protecting me."

"From hyung!" Jisung laughs so hard he can't breathe, slapping his knee, as Jeongin glowers at him from the other couch.

"Fuck you, hyung."

Changbin looks proud, even as Minho looks scandalized at the youngest's language.

"That's my boy."

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mikaelasgraveyard · 8 months

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Marine Life in Owari no Seraph

okay listen this is going to be a lot of rambling because im hype up on doing way too much college shit all day but i can't stop thinking about what the ecosystem within the oceans in OnS look like. because okay so in Chapter 43, Narumi brings up that the ocean is fucked up:

That the oceans are acidic AND poisonous with monsters "even worse than horsemen" inside

whcih yoichi follows with:

SO IT'S ACIDIC, POISONOUS, AND BLOOD RED WHICH IS SO . OKAY OKAY WE HAVE A LOT TO WORK WITH.

cause okay so something that is often talked about in ecology studies is the concept of resilience. which britannica kindly defines as "...the ability of an ecosystem to maintain its normal patterns of nutrient cycling and biomass production after being subjected to damage caused by an ecological disturbance." - BASICALLY entire ecosystems have varying levels of this shit. some things are extremely resilient- when external stressors are introduced those fuckers will not die out at all, and will usually dominate future populations even after the habitat has reached a relative state of equilibrium stress events. Some however of course have low as hell resilience and yeah theyre gonnabe the first to die out and REALLY REALLY struggle to come back.

anyways now that we know somewhat of how observed communities are going to react to shit like- fucking acidic poisonous water that has turned blood red - we can start to speculate what the HELLS in there . because i have no fucking faith in Kagami to actually show us whatever the hells in there.

SO MONSTERS YEAH? let's say that these "monsters" that are in the water are actually evolved marine life - since OnS apocalypse happens in 2012 and current timeline is in 2020 we can assume that no Crazy crazy evolution has occurred just yet (short-term evolution is something that Does happen- and incredibly fast in some species cases! because generation to generation survivability can be super fucking extreme and force shit like armor plating esp in some species of fish dependent on turbidity) BUT just little things. especially a likely shift toward red colorations in these bitches. i like to imagine that the monsters were just the super fucking resilient of the bunch and if theyre predatory to Anything that enters the water (HOW DO THEY KNOW ABOUT THE MOSNTERS ANYWAYS IF THE WATER IS ACIDIC AND POISONOUS? WERE THERE EXPEDITIONS?) assuming that boats and things have got the shit beat out of them and those people on voyages dying horribly - we can assume these are big fuckers yeah? or just fucking nuts with acid poison brain enough to harm themselves to fuck up vessels.

I LIKE TO BELIEVE HOWEVER, that oceans are fucking FULL of jellies (jellyfish- trying to be known as just jelly or jellies these days since they aren't actually fish!) . CAUSE OKAY WE KNOW THAT LIKE. in current days where the oceans are CONSTANTLY invaded with stressors like pollutants, various contaminants from agriculture chemical runoff, global warming fucking up salinity and temperature in a lot of areas, and yadda yadaa yadda. and throuhg all of that - jelly populations are BOOMING!! they're literally super fucking resilient motherfuckers cause there's sooooo many of them soooo many types and they can adapt and evolve pretty fucking easy . and just god imagine big ass translucent red jellies with a whole new kind of potency to their stings (JUST WHAT WOULD POISON DO TO NEMATOCYSSTS??>?) that are capable of burning fucking holes through metal. oh my god it would be so cool. or just fucking anything resilient enough or maybe just fucking ANYTHING from super deep underwater that now has an increased survivability in higher water (ONLY due to color, theyre usually adapted to red perceived conditions because red is the last color to be absorbed by the water the deeper you go) and lord have you seen the guys down there? big scary teeth would look like monsters. sorry though my knowledge begins and ends at jellies.

um but i would just really like to know whats out there ... maybe............................... a little

#ons #owari no seraph #seraph of the end

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Sacrifices Must Be Made

Previous Chapter / Masterlist

"The scarecrow climbed off its cross?" Sam asked as Dean and I were talking to him through Dean's phone, which was on speakerphone, while we were sitting in a hotel. "Yeah, we're tellin’ ya. Burkittsville, Indiana. Fun Town." Dean said.

"It didn’t kill the couple, did it?" Sam asked. "No." Dean and I said in unison.

"So, something must be animating it. A spirit." Sam said, thinking. "No, it’s more than a spirit. It’s a god. A Pagan god, anyway." I replied.

"What makes you say that?" Sam asked. "The annual cycle of its killings? And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. Like some kind of fertility right." I said and Dean nods. "And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin’ ‘em up like a Christmas turkey." Dean said.

"The last meal. Given to sacrificial victims." Sam said.

"Yeah, we're thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some Pagan god." I replied.

"So, a god possesses the scarecrow..." Sam said. "And the scarecrow takes its sacrifice. And for another year, the crops won’t wilt, and disease won’t spread." Dean explains.

"Do you guys know which god you’re dealing with?" Sam asked. "No, not yet." I said.

"Well, both of you figure out what it is, you two can figure out a way to kill it." Sam said. "We know. We're actually on our way to a local community college. We’ve got an appointment with a professor. You know, since we don’t have our trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research." Dean said and we hear Sam laugh.

"You know, if you’re hinting you need my help, just ask." Sam said and Dean looks over at me as I pat his shoulder a give him a you know what you have to do look. "I’m not hinting anything. Actually, uh—I want you to know….I mean, don’t think…." Dean stammers before Sam speaks over him. "Yeah. I’m sorry, too." He said and I smirked a bit.

"Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life." Dean said as he looks over at me and I nod at him with a smile.

"Are you serious?" Sam asked.

"You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—anyway….I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy." Dean said and there was a moment of silence.

"I don’t even know what to say." Sam said. "Say you’ll take care of yourself." Dean said, sincerely.

"I will." Sam said.

"Call us when you find John." I said to Sam.

"OK. Bye, guys." Sam said in a sad voice and Dean hangs up the phone. "You sure about this, Dean?" I asked him. "Yeah..." he replied, softly, as he goes and gets ready for bed.

*****

The next day, Dean and I make our way to the community college and we walk along with the professor. "It’s not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology." He said to us. "Yeah, well, call it a hobby." Dean remarks.

"But you said you two were interested in local lore?" asked the Professor. "Mmhmm." Dean and I said. "I’m afraid Indiana isn’t really known for its Pagan worship." He said.

"Well, what if it was imported? You know, like the Pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn’t a lot of this area settled by immigrants?" Dean asked him. "Well, yeah." said the Professor.

"Like that town near here, Burkittsville. Where are their ancestors from?" I asked him. "Uh, northern Europe, I believe, Scandinavia." He replied.

"What could you tell us about those Pagan gods?" Dean asked him. "Well, there are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses." He said. "We're actually looking for one. Might live in an orchard." I said.

****

Later, in a classroom, the professor puts a large book down on a table and opens it. "Woods god, hm? Well, let’s see." He said as he leafs through some pages. On one page, I notice a picture of a scarecrow on a post surrounded by farmers in a field.

"Wait, wait, wait. What’s that one?" I asked him, pointing at the picture. "Oh, that’s not a woods god, per se." He said as Dean reads the book. "The V-Vanir?" Dean reads and the professor nods. "The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice. One male, and one female." Dean reads then he points to the picture.

"Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?" He said. "I suppose." said the Professor as Dean continues to read. "This particular Vanir that’s energy sprung from the sacred tree?"

"Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic." said the Professor. "So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it’d kill the god?" I asked him and the Professor laughs.

"Honey , these are just legends we’re discussing." He said. "Oh, of course. Yeah, you’re right." I said, feigning ignorance. "Listen, thank you very much." Dean said and we shake the professor’s hand. "Glad I could help." He said and Dean and I walk to the classroom door.

When Dean opens the door, he falls to the ground. "Dean!" I exclaimed just as I turned to the side. For a quick second, I saw the sheriff before he hits me on the face with the butt of his gun, knocking me out.

****

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)!" A voice said as I start to come back to consciences. I groan then look up and see that the voice belonged to Dean. "You know..." I muttered. "What?" Dean asked. "I should've gone with Sam." I said and I chuckle as he rolls his eyes.

"Oh ha, ha." He grumbles as I sit up and run my hand over my face and he gets up and look around. I look around and I see that we were in some sort've cellar. "Hey! Help me with this!" Dean said as he points at a door. I get up and walk over to him and both of us start to shoulder charge the door as best as we could but no luck.

I look through the crack of the cellar doors and could see a lock and chain around the handle. "Well, of course." I grumbled as we backed away. Dean sighs as I asked. "What do we do?"

"Well, we gotta find the tree." Dean said. "Yeah, but where could that tree be?" I asked him. "I don't know...maybe in that orchard where the scarecrow is?" He said and I nodded. "That would make sense. But now...how do we get out of here?" I asked.

At that moment, the cellar door opens and Stacy, Harley, the Sheriff were standing there. "It’s time." Stact said, making Dean and I look at each other, nervous.

*****

Back at the Orchard, the elders ended up tying Dean and I to two adjacent trees. "How many people have you killed, Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?" Dean asked the sheriff as he finishes tying me up. "We don’t kill them." He replied.

"No, but you sure cover up after. I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" I asked, angrily, and the sheriff walks away.

"You two don't understand. This town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one." Stacy said and she and the others walk away. "I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!" Dean yells at them as I let out a sigh.

"So, what’s the plan, hot shot?" I asked him. "I’m workin’ on it." He said as he thinks this over.

****

"You don’t have a plan, do you?" I asked him, hours later. "I’m workin’ on it." He said, slightly panicked. "Oh yeah, I can see the smoke seeping through your ears as we speak." I said. I hear him let out a sigh then asked. "Can you see?"

"Yeah...why?" I asked him. "Is he moving yet?" Dean asked, referring to the scarecrow. I look around but couldn't really see. "I can’t see." I said until I see a shadow moving near the trees. "Uh....Dean?" I said, nervously, as I see more movement.

*****

But the shadow turned out to be Sam as he comes out from behind the trees. "Dean? (Y/n)?" He calls out and I let out a sigh. "Oh! Oh, I take everything back I said. I’m so happy to see you. Come on." Dean said as I nod. "Yeah, I'm so glad to see you as well, Sam." I said as Sam begins untying Dean from the tree.

"How’d you get here?" Dean asked. "I, uh—I stole a car." Sam said, sheepishly, and I smiled as Dean chuckles. "That’s our boy!" I exclaimed. "And keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could come alive any minute." Dean tells him as Sam unties me.

"What scarecrow?" Sam asked. Dean and I get up and see the scarecrow’s post is empty. This makes the ththe of us exchange a nervous look.

****

Eventually, the three of us began to run along the field. "Alright, now, this sacred tree you’re talking about—" Sam said as he thinks over what we explained. "It’s the source of its power." Dean said.

"So let’s find it and burn it." Sam said. "Nah, in the morning. Let’s just shag ass before Leather Face catches up." Dean said as he three of us reach a clearing.

But waiting for us were, Harley, Stacy, the Sherriff and a few other townspeople. "This way." Dean shouts and we turn around but we were blocked in all directions. "It’ll be over quickly, I promise." Harley said as we look around at them.

"You have to let him take you. You have to—" Harley said when, all of a sudden, a sickle sticks out through Harley’s stomach. Stacy screams, then she gets captured by the scarecrow and the two are dragged away by the scarecrow. The rest of the townspeople run away in fright.

"Come on, let’s go." I shouted and we start running. We hear a noise and turn around, but the scarecrow and its victims have disappeared.

*****

By the time the sun rose we found the tree and started walking towards it with gasoline and a lighter. The tree was marked with Vince’s tattoo design. Sam goes to the tree and pours the gasoline on it while Dean picks up a long branch and lights it. He throws the burning branch onto the tree, and the three of us watch it go up in flames.

****

"What about the rest of the townspeople? Are they just gonna get away with it?" Sam asked as we walk back to Dean's car after the tree burned down. "Well, what’ll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough." Dean said then he turns to Sam.

"So, can we drop you off somewhere?" He asked. "No, I think you guys are stuck with me." Sam replied as we stop at the car.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked him. "I didn’t. I still wanna find Dad. And you’re still a pain in the ass." Sam said as he looks over at Dean, who nods, while I chuckle.

"But, Jess and Mom and Mrs. (L/N)—they’re gone. Dad is God knows where. You two and me. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together." Sam said and I smirked as Dean pauses. "Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful." Dean said as be puts his hand on Sam’s shoulder, who hits it away. The three of us began to laugh.

"You should be kissing my ass, you two were dead meat, dude." Sam said to him. "Yeah, right. I had a plan, I’d have gotten out." Dean said and I laughed. "Right." I said and he looks over at me. "I didn't hear you coming up with anything." He said. "Because I can admit that I couldn't think of anything. Unlike you, Mr Ego." I said and the three of us smile then we climb into the car.

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Borrowing Trouble

Bucky’s roommate Tony chooses the worst time to borrow his stuff; but maybe a little blowup will only make their friendship stronger.

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark Rating: General Word Count: 875 words.

This is a fill for my @starkbucksbingo O3 - "Shh... I'm sleeping." and @tonystarkbingo A4 - AU: College squares, along with today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF175 Gloomy Daze]

Still in a bit of a daze from the phone call he’d just gotten, Bucky stepped into his dorm room only to see a person-sized lump laying on the sofa: his roommate, Tony.

Bucky had never met anyone with such an irregular schedule. Tony would literally stay up all night working on a project, catch a quick cat nap, go to class, then snooze through the rest of the afternoon and evening -- usually missing dinner. He would wake up just as Bucky was getting ready for bed and more than likely start the whole cycle over.

Bucky felt a little bad for waking his roommate up, but he really needed someone to talk to at the moment. “Tony, I--”

“Shh - I’m sleeping,” Tony interrupted, pulling a blanket over his head. It was a quilt that belonged to Bucky and had been made by his grandmother. She was a kind, caring, funny woman who Bucky had many precious memories of... and had passed away just that morning.

“Give me that!” Bucky shouted, startling them both. But he couldn’t help it - his grief suddenly flaring into anger. He snatched the quilt away from Tony, only to see that his roommate was wearing one of his sweatshirts. “Goddamnit, Tony. Why are you such a mooch - I know you’ve got money, so go buy your own damn stuff for once!”

Tony’s eyes were wide with shock and fear. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” He struggled out of the hoodie, leaving it on the floor as he fled their room.

Bucky instantly regretted his outburst. He honestly didn’t mind Tony borrowing his stuff; in fact, a small part of him enjoyed seeing Tony in his clothes more than maybe he should. And Tony was the furthest thing from a mooch -- he’d gone out and bought a bigger fridge for their room when he saw Bucky didn’t have one and was always willing to chip in if someone came up short when the group went in on a pizza order.

Bucky sat down heavily on the couch, clutched the quilt to his chest and let the waves of emotion finally roll over him. His grandmother had been the only one in his extended family to support him when he came out, and he loved her even more for that.

She’d also always been the one he’d go to for no-nonsense advice. He could almost hear her voice now: “Now what did you go and do that for? Scared the poor boy half out of his wits, I bet. Better fix the mess you made.”

Bucky pulled himself back together and went downstairs to the dorm lobby, where Clint was watching cartoons. “Hey, have you seen Tony?”

Clint frowned. “Yeah - he just ran out of here like a bat out of hell. Didn’t even have a jacket, and it’s kinda nasty out there.”

“Shit.” Bucky ran back up to their room, grabbed the discarded hoodie and headed out to try to find his roommate.

A heavy layer of fog had descended on campus, and a cold rain was pelting down. Bucky got out his phone to send a couple of quick voice-to-text messages as he made his way toward the Engineering building, which was more or less Tony’s second home.

I’m really sorry I yelled at you

I was upset

I just found out my grandmother passed away

She made that quilt for me - but I was wrong to get so angry.

You’re a great roommate

You can borrow my stuff any time

Bucky spotted Tony; he was standing in the doorway to the building, his wet t-shirt clinging to him, with his phone in hand. He looked up and flinched just a little when he saw Bucky.

“Tony?” Bucky called out, stopping a few feet away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blown up at you like that.”

“I didn’t know about your grandmother,” Tony replied, his voice small and quiet.

“I only found out about five minutes before I got back to our room, myself. I guess I was kind of in shock, and I overreacted. Here.” Bucky held out the hoodie, which was already half-soaked. “You’re not a mooch. I don’t know why I said that.”

“I guess I could be better about asking, first.” Tony took the hoodie and draped it over his shoulders. “I just ... well... friends share stuff, right? And -- we’re friends, aren’t we?” The cautious, hopeful look Tony gave him made Bucky’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah - of course we are.”

Tony’s expression brightened. “And it’s not my fault my stuff is too small for you to wear.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t,” Bucky replied with a grin. “You know, you do let me store stuff in your fridge. And I watch your TV, like, all the time. Maybe I’m the mooch, after all.”

“No, you’re not,” Tony answered decisively. “Hey, um - I know I’m not good at personal friendship stuff, but would a hug maybe make you feel a little better?”

“Yeah, I think it would.” Bucky’s heart warmed at the offer, but he couldn’t help laughing at the squishy sound their soaked shoes made as they stepped toward one another. “How about we head back and change into dry clothes first?”

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01. Beautiful

cw: bullying, references to eds

wc: 1.1k

September 1st. 1989

You walked around the halls in your school and looked at the other third years. It was your 3rd year. You’ve grown up with these people on this floor, but they were different than when you knew them when you were in elementary or even junior year.

Would it even be considered a high school at this point? It was that bad, that you weren’t even sure it could be called that anymore. As you walked around, you heard the popular kids calling the unpopular kids who just wanted to blend into the background different names.

The lunch bell rang and you took to the cafeteria, and began daydreaming about going to college after high school.

“Ah!”

You ran into someone, and almost groaned at them, but instead you said, “Are you okay?”

“Get away, nerd!” He shoved you away, and you just sighed.

“Just like everyone else…”

You grabbed your lunch and continued daydreaming, but you were interrupted by a clatter nearby. You looked up and saw Karasu Tabito standing above a kid, laughing at them.

“Ooops! Sorry, man!”

He laughed as he shoved him back down.

You sighed and as he walked by, you muttered, “Karasu Tabito, the biggest jackass on the football team-”

“The hell was that, bitch?”

You turned away. “Nothing.”

“Better have been…”

You made your way to the lunch table that was the designated “losers table”. You set your lunch down, and felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You quickly turned around and saw Hiori Yo, your best friend standing behind you.

“Hey, Hiori.”

“Hey…” He moved on the other side of you. “We’re still watching movies tonight, right?”

“Yep. You’ve got the popcorn, right?”

“Mhm. I rented Ready Player One.”

“Ah, a classic in the Hiori Yo library-”

You were cut off when someone came up behind you two, and slap the lunch tray out of Hiori’s hands.

“Take that, you dumbass!”

You were no stranger to the obnoxious laughter of Otoya Eita. You crossed your arms and glared at him. The smartest guy on the football team… which wasn’t saying much.

“Hey! Pick that up! Now!”

He turned to you and chuckled haughtily. “Are you actually talking to me?”

“Yeah, I am.” You got up in his face. “What the hell gives you the right to pick on Hiori. You’re not gonna accomplish anything, all you’re going to be able to do is work in a convenience store.”

Otoya was a bit stunned by that, and everyone in the cafeteria looked at you, almost impressed with you.

“You have a pimple.”

He poked your face, and with that, eveyone laughed at you. Once again, putting him in power over you.

You sighed. This was never going to change. Everyone would stay miserable, trapped in this cycle of keeping the bullies in power.

“It’s them!”

You and Hiori turned to see who had entered the cafeteria, though, you had an idea of who they were. And you were right.

“Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, and Chirgiri Hyoma…” You sighed.

Bachira Meguru was head cheerleader, and his mom was rich. Chigiri Hyoma ran the yearbook, and was noted to be a pretty boy (has had a lot of boyfriends). And Isagi Yoichi was the almighty…

“Such a bitch.” You couldn’t help but sigh when your eyes landed on Isagi.

The group that was untouchable. You couldn’t bother them or attack them, or else, you would be attacking basically royalty.

“I’d want to date them…” You heard someone say. Everyone wants to date them.

“If I sat at their table, I’d get noticed…” Another girl muttered. You would certainly be noticed.

“I’d like them to be nicer…” You heard Hiori admit.

“Yeah, that’d be beautiful…”

You swear you heard someone mutter something disturbing, but when you turned around to see who said it, no one was behind you.

It was time to get to class, when you were hiding out in one of the bathrooms to avoid the wrath of Otoya… after you insulted him again. You exited and saw Isagi, Chigiri, and Bachira hanging out in front of one of the water fountains. Isagi sighed and smacked the back of Chigiri’s head.

“Losing weight like that nowadays is so lame.”

“Oh… shut up, Isagi…” Chigiri bent over the trashcan nearby and vomited.

“Maybe you should talk to a doctor?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

You were about to walk past them, but noticed a teacher, Anri Teieri approaching them. You muttered “Shit, she’s gonna see me.”

“Ah, Isagi, Bachira, and-”

Chigiri vomited again, and Anri sighed.

“And Chigiri.” She looked up at the clock. “You three young gentlemen are late for class, you know.”

“Well… Chigiri wasn’t feeling well, so we’re helping him.”

“You still need a hall pass, you three. Week’s detention-”

“Um, Teieri-san… we have a hall pass for the yearbook committee.”

Anri looked at the hall passes she was handed and nodded. “Alright then… hurry up, you four.”

After she was out of an earshot, Isagi turned to you. “This… this a damn good forgery, you know. Who are you?”

“(L/N). (F/N). I want something.”

“Something?”

You took in a deep breath. “I want to sit at your table. At lunch. Just one time. If people think you guys are cool with me then they’ll finally leave me alone.”

Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri began chuckling between themselves.

“Before you answer: I can make so many other types of forgeries. Permission slips, report cards, absent notes, you name it.”

“What about prescriptions…?” Chigiri asked.

“Shut up, Chigiri.”

“Sorry, Isagi.”

Isagi approached you and brushed your shoulder. “You know, for a nobody, you’ve got a good frame.”

“And a symmetrical face.” Bachira chimed in. He reached forward and ran his pointer finger down the center of your face. “If I cut your skull in half, I’d have to matching pieces. That’s very cool.”

“Your hair could use a bit more care.” Chigiri said, looking at his fingernails.

“Yes… yeah, we could work with this.” Isagi said, giving you a smile. “You know what, nobody?”

“What?”

“You’re not going to eat at our table.”

“Huh?”

“You’re going to be hanging out with us. Got it?” “Yep!”

—

People were shoved against walls, harassed, and bothered. People were accused of doing things they didn’t do. They were all helpless, broken, no shine of light…

Until.

“Who’s that with Isagi?!”

People looked up, and at the end of the hall was Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, and… who? As they passed them by, people muttered about who it was, and they passed by one boy. Hiori. He looked at the new person, and unknowingly spoke.

“(Y/N)...?”

People began saying the name, now being able to know how to address the new person hanging out.

“Well now… aren’t they just attractive…?”

A boy’s gaze lingered on the new person, and he walked away.

#rin x reader #bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi #rin itoshi x reader #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #meguru bachira #bachira meguru #hyoma chigiri #chigiri hyoma #yo hiori #hiori yo #itoshi rin #— ❝ now presenting ❞#— ❝ special showings ❞#— ❝ heathers: blue lock ❞

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Dance with the Devil | Ch. 1 - WAKE UP

Chapter One | Chapter Two | WIP!!

A/N: Hi so ik it's been so long omg sorry about that but here is some nice fun fluff. I'll post the polished chapters on AO3 (once I get an account lol) but here you'll get the rough drafts to enjoy.

Content warnings: nothing graphic! It's fluff, no gore, nothin'

Summary: Evan Myers died in that forest, Vinnie soon to follow. But, suddenly he finds himself in his early thirties and married. Is this a trick by HABIT or is he living his next life?

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WAKE UP

"Evan?"

Evan blinked, snapping to reality. Well, he tried to. Truthfully, he was in such a distant world, a memory, he couldn't tell you the date or even his age. All but for a moment.

He focused his eyes, seeing a familiar face. One he hadn't seen in… God, five years? Has it really been that long to see her gilded brown eyes? Wait. Wait…

He stared a little more intently. The beauty remained, but there was hints of age. Smile lines, little wrinkles from joyous events. Her face had settled, the face she'll wear for most of her life until she begins to grey.

"J-Jessie?" Evan barely choked out, but tried to quickly recover and hide the waiver in his voice.

He glanced around for a moment. She was handing him a mug of coffee, the color close to his own skin tone. Evan didn't drink coffee. …Right?

He remembered he far more enjoyed the battery-acid taste of a Monster. Yet, on reflex, he took the cup and had a small sip. Instead of retching, it went down smooth. It felt… familiar?

Evan wracked his brain. He closed his eyes and focused on the last thing he could remember. Cold, unforgiving forest floor… a cry of frustration from the being of chaos as they slipped back into the cycle of rinse and repeat. His friend, or what he believed to be, bleeding out as his vision faded and his breathing slowed.

He was supposed to be dead. He is dead. He was dead.

However, as he also peeled back the layers, an entire separate life began to reveal itself. He's 32 now. Jessie Miller, or rather Jessie Myers, was his wife of almost a decade. She still ended their relationship after prom, but they soon reconciled after graduation as she revealed she only ended it due to the pressure from her father.

"He didn't want me ending up like you." he could remember her saying with a wince.

She had gone to college in New York City while he stayed back in Jersey, working odd jobs here and there. He scraped together money while living off of 99¢ noodle cups and his family's trailer to put a payment down on a house. Their house.

He remembered how he had proposed, well both times. The first time was on a regular date over pizza. He had given her a cheap and dainty ring, calling it a promise. I promise I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, I promise I'll do anything and everything I can, for you, Jessie. I'll make you happy. I'll provide. I promise I'll make you my girl. His greatest desire was to keep her comfortable. It wasn't a secret her family was well-off, upper middle class, and so she had a much more cushy life compared to him.

Little did he know, a few months after getting her master's degree, they had a little one on the way. That was the kick in the ass he needed. He put his nose to the nosegrind and went to trade school. It got him a job that paid better than any part-time seasonal gig could. He proposed, proper, kneeling with a diamond ring and everything, and they married that fall.

Hot tears stung the corner of his eyes as he quite literally watched his life flash before his eyes up to the current moment. It was such a radical juxtaposition to what hell he had just gone through.

…it was already starting to feel like a dream. No slenderman, no wolf-spider demon overtaking his body and killing everyone around him, and no…

No entering a secluded vacation home in Pennsylvania, seeing her blood paint the walls. Never having to rip a monster off of her, seeing her body, her flesh, in tatters. Never having to hold her in his arms, feeling her warmth evaporate. Never promising her everything was going to be alright as her wide eyes flooded with fear, knowing he was lying. He was a liar.

He blinked. Again.

Jessie's face had changed to an expression of concern rather than confusion. She asked the question again: "Evan?" Are you alright? What's the matter?

Evan shook his head and cleared his throat, drinking more of his coffee. It was exactly how he liked it. She had it memorized. His heart melted a little more, remembering that nugget of information. "Yes, honey, I'm… I'm alright. I didn't sleep well, it must be catching up to me."

Jessie's face softened as a smile crept across her lips. "I hope you're not too tired. Ashlynn has been begging to play in the snow with you all morning."

All morning?! "What time is it?" Evan asked with another sip, an attempt to hide the glance he stole at the clock. It was noon.

Jessie didn't get a chance to answer as a shrill, excited voice filled the kitchen, "Daddy!"

A little girl, only seven years old, barreled in and hugged his leg. She wore a cute maroon puffy coat with a cat-earred beanie and black gloves to match. It reminded him of something Jeff would wear back in the day.

Evan's breath caught in his throat. Ashlynn… his daughter.

"...I remember feeling her bones on my teeth…"

He scooped her up into his arms, hugging her tight. She returned the hug, her small arms wrapping around his neck. Evan buried his face into her coat. He broke. He started to cry, to sob.

Was this real? Is this just… another sick twisted trick by HABIT?

It certainly felt real. Just as real as The God Killer slicing his artery. Maybe… maybe this really was his next iteration. He was a father. He had succeeded. He married his highschool sweetheart and had his daughter. There was nothing more he could ask for.

"Daddy…?" His daughter's voice snapped him out of it. He could listen to her for the rest of time. He never wanted her to be quiet. Not only could he finally hold her, he could see her. Hear her. No monster had ripped her from the womb, no. She was born in a regular hospital under regular circumstances.

He sniffled, wiping his tears. "Sorry, angel, daddy just… Daddy loves you so much, okay? Daddy is always going to be there for you. Always." He gently set her down on her feet. "Now, can you go wait in the living room while daddy gets his boots on?"

"Okay!" Luckily, Ash wasn't old enough to really question her father.

Jessie on the other hand… She wore her heart on her sleeve. Of course she was concerned for her husband. "Evan, what's gotten into you? You've been… spacey." She gently leaned forward and wiped his tears away with her thumb.

Evan had to fight every nerve in his body screaming to jump, to flee, to flinch. "It's nothing, baby… I just. I've been having some nightmares recently. Not sleeping very well." Jessie bought the lie. It made his stomach twist into a knot lying to her, but how could he ever explain to her what had happened? What happened to him, to her, in a different time?

Jessie made her way around the kitchen island and Evan had to suppress his surprise. She was pregnant. Very pregnant. Seven months, three weeks, and four days to be exact. At least, that was how long medically, conception is not as empirical as doctors made it out to be. He had been counting the days.

Without even thinking, he stepped towards her. He wrapped her into a tight hug as he placed a palm on her round, full tummy. Another one. Another little one. His.

He peppered her face in kisses, not even halting as she burst into giggles. His heart overflowed with joy and love. He finally had everything he could ever want. For a moment, he forgot to consider where his other loved ones were. Stephanie, Jeff, Vinnie…

For now, they could wait. For the first time, Evan Myers was going to be selfish.

Chapter Two

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Alek | They/It | 23 | Gay Boy Supreme

Personal Account (art account is @hellhunde)! I primarily ramble/post sketches about my ocs and reblog stuff I'm interested in (though it's mostly ocs).

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I have...a lot of ocs (All of which can be seen on my Toyhouse) but this is a quick guide on the Main OCs I talk about the most often. I've been trying to tag my stories more appropriately recently, but I forget a lot sorry <3

CRUSHED OLIVE BRANCH - Comic that you can read here! - Gay Shadowhunters Fanfiction about gay men drama with the side order of abuse. Main Characters: Theron, Dominic, Mattias, Nerissa, Ava, Kiera, Olive

WAVES ALWAYS CRASH - Comic that'll be released at @wavesalwayscrash and on comicfury - Cat story about a king's right hand figuring out who he is after the death of his king. Also deals heavily with abuse and recovery Main Characters: Lain, Mariner, Condor, Warbler, Crane, Grouse

RAPHAEL STORY - in development hell too - Gay love story between a prince of hell and a paladin of the Sun God. About, you guessed it, abuse and recovery and navigating relationship with trauma and baggage. Main Characters: Raphael, Lionel

SAGE AND FABLE - Being written - Love story between a wandering biker chick and a 19 year old who doesn't want to go to college. About escaping the cycle of abuse wow who could've guessed Main Characters: Sage, Fable (duh)

#pinned post #sorry i have a lot of these idiots #i think these are all my main guys

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wontheworld · 1 year

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“From afar”

Paring: fem!reader x popular boy! Heeseung

Genre: fluff (?)

Summary: y/n goes to a party to get stress off her mind and meets the popular boy while there

Warnings: swearing, drinking

Word count: 694 (I think)

Notes: Notes: not proofread! English is not my first language (Ik English more than my native language 😭), third imagine slayyy!!

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Y/N walked into the college doors like any other day, already wanting to go back home. Her life was just a repeating cycle; wake up, brush her teeth, eat breakfast, go to school, go home, study, eat dinner, sleep.

Nothing new.

“Hi Yuna,” Y/n replied

Y/N met Yuna in 9th grade- she was basically the only friend Y/n had.

Although Yuna was extremely extroverted, Y/n was extremely quiet; so quiet that sometimes she got counted absent because the teacher didn’t hear her

Yuna also pulled boys whereas Y/n had been asked out but always rejected people after she had been in at least two relationships that did not end well at all.

Yuna sighed “were you even listening to me?” Yuna said, making Y/n snap out of her thoughts

“Fuck sorry. I’m stressing about that test that’s coming up,” Y/n apologized

“Girl, that test is literally next week. Cut it out! There’s a party tonight. You should come so you can get that shit off your mind,” Yuna groaned

y/n hummed.

“come on it’ll be fun all you do is stay at the dorm with your cat all day!” She spoke making y/n side eye her.

she thought to herself.

Yuna was right all she really does is stay at their shared dorm; she hasn’t been to a party in ages it seems

“I’ll go”

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Hell, this was a bad idea. There are so many people which is making it really muggy and sweaty, and y/n and heat do not match

“Yuna, this was a bad idea!” Y/N shouted over the music.

Yuna smiled. “You gotta get used to it, babe!” Yuna shouted back as Y/N sulked.

“It’s hot as fuck in here,” Y/N said silently

Yuna looked at Y/N again. “Go get a drink, get some stress off your brain,” she said, and Y/N nodded.

She pushed past all the people, muttering little apologies, trying to get to the drinks. It had also been at least a year since she had a drink

As she was about to get a drink, someone's hand grabbed the same cup. “Sorry, here you go,” Y/N said without looking up to see the person smiling at her

“My fault, you can have it buttercup,” he said as she looked up to see him.

Lee Heeseung. The school's popular basketball player, the star player.

Heeseung also was poplar for his visuals he was very very handsome; and y/n couldn’t deny that she didn’t find him attractive!

“Oh. n-no I’m okay I was just going to sit by the wall anyways” she said and he hummed getting the cup

he looked at her up and down. “I’ve never seen you at parties, trying something new?” he questioned and she shook her head

“I’ve been to a couple parties in high school just not in college I don’t find the fun in it” she explained to him

he nodded. “Well you can hang with me outside if you want” he said and she agreed and walked outside with him.

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To her surprised her and Heeseung had a lot of similarities maybe he wasn’t so bad as she thought.

“I’ve seen you from afar” he said and she looked at him.

“Really?” She replied.

He nodded. “In the halls and stuff and in high school I always seen you walk with Yuna we also had the same lunch period” he said and she smiled at the mention of her friends name.

“That’s shocking” she laughed and he laughed with her. “I need to go back to Yuna.” She said and he sighed.

“Can I get your number?” He said and she nodded pull her phone out of her purse.

She gave him her phone as he put in his number

heeseung 💗

she smiled. “I’ll make sure to text you….Heeseung” she said as he smiled back at her

“We should hang out sometime pretty girl.” He said making her face red.

“See you around Heeseung.”

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©️wontheworld

This one was ass bro. There’s no plot I just wanted to make something though…

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Okay thank you for liking my Jrpg idea. Actually during the launch of Diablo 4, a lot of og Diablo fans realize the age gaps between them and the new blood is that many new blood around their own kids ages.

Hell I knew about Diablo because my dad played the second game on the family computer.

Meh, dystopian Ya novels died in the mid 10’s. Also this

“Hey writers, maybe try writing and working out a solution occasionally, like, as said, patching up a familial relationship issue.”

Well Encanto did that, yes yes the running gag that the big fantasy is elder members apologizing.

Hmm given the abuse my stepmom put me through and my little sister, who was raised by her since the age of 6, develop depression so she can’t join the navy. And the bitch said my little sister said she faking it

Also keep in mind my stepmom is 14 years older than. So she a millenial, like yes she an incest survivor and came from a broken family. Sliver lining she isn’t a misandrist

But I can smell her toxic ass in modern “abuse survivor groups” like on tumblr

So when you see people on social media and the entertainment industry have the same toxicity and try to INFANTILIZE such garbage because they are women with a hard life.

You get pissed.

Oh sorry have to get it out, but the reason why say family healing from a mess is rare in modern media.

Welll a lot of modern writers have unresolved parental issues and treat the audience like their therapists. But feel hard when the writers still think they are the abused child with no power vs the insufferable manchildren that want to take away our human rights

And omg can we go back to HEALING abused children vs INFANTIZING them?

Like this idea that abused people need to be docile for the rest of their lives. Huh, explain a coworker of mine out of the kindness of his heart got me a GameStop gift card

Okay this anon is weird, but I often go

“Okay can we all stop acting like we are an abused character in a kids cartoon? Yes we don’t repeat the same cycle as our abusers. We still have toxicity we need to control…unless you believe you don’t have any.”

I send a better Jrpg, now I shouldn’t have been on here at that age…

I was EXTREMELY uncomfortable with the dehumanization and Nazis level stuff tumblr had towards white people. Like these was from fellow blacks and non whites. So them calling white people subhumans that need to be wipeout

Can for the love of god anyone explain to me why a 13 year old black child who just managed to make sure I never in the same house as my abuser (who never got punished. Enjoy your lonely death when your youngest daughter ditched you in a nursery cunt!) have more empathy and compassion to humans than people who were in their late teens or in COLLEGE?!

What the FUCK cause me to have better morals than the fuckers who grew up on BTAS and ATLA during it height of popularity?

Hell I knew about Diablo because my dad played the second game on the family computer.

I bought 2 a few months after moving back to CA from FL was the only video game I had for like 8.5 years till I got FF6 on steam a couple months back, love that game, both of them. Can't do 3 I get vertigo, never tried 4.

Meh, dystopian Ya novels died in the mid 10’s. Also this

I'm old things run together for me at times as a result, that and people keep bringing them up all the time.

“Hey writers, maybe try writing and working out a solution occasionally, like, as said, patching up a familial relationship issue.” Well Encanto did that, yes yes the running gag that the big fantasy is elder members apologizing.

Fantasy is that because young writers blame their elders for every problem in the world even the ones that predate them.

And here I thought white women were supposed to be more willing to accept mental illness as a thing others have.

But I can smell her toxic ass in modern “abuse survivor groups” like on tumblr

That's the other option ya, social media points

And omg can we go back to HEALING abused children vs INFANTIZING them?

Like this idea that abused people need to be docile for the rest of their lives. Huh, explain a coworker of mine out of the kindness of his heart got me a GameStop gift card

That's the therapy right there, it's different for different people, and genuine kindness, like learning about rome, or building a shed, or many other things can be therapy.

Reese Witherspoon did a movie called Wild, based on a memoir by Cheryl Strayed who afaik that's the only thing she wrote, apparently looking I'm wrong, but she did a 1100 mile hike up the pacific crest, and it was therapy, woman from my church who's husband just died of cancer recently is doing something similar in Europe except it's a pilgrimage walk and nowhere near as isolated, still 8 weeks and therapy.

Gaslight the trauma away, or maybe realize it's not so traumatic after all, or things in between too.

You were less concerned with how people perceived you where as they felt the need to dehumanize other people and bring them down below their level in their minds so they could feel superior.

Short version even with all the trauma you had/have more self esteem than they do.

What the FUCK cause me to have better morals than the fuckers who grew up on BTAS and ATLA during it height of popularity?

For me it's Mr Rogers and Sesame Street, going with church upbringing that never made me feel lesser for being who I was is another primary one that ran longer than watching Mr Rogers, breaks my heart people got my saviour so wrong as to use him as a hammer to harm others, that ain't who he is.

Fundies may think they're getting the rules right but they forget that the greatest commandment is love, Jesus is the carpenter let him take care of the hammer.

For you it may be that you actually took what you learned from those shows to heart, lots of people did and lots of people got it right, lots of people loved Steven Universe too, and then they nearly bullied an artist to suicide and formed online hate mobs over other peoples opinions and interpretations.

#zoomer huey anon

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