Summary: You finally get the courage to yell at the noisy neighbor upstairs and begin to realize that maybe you should’ve gone up sooner.
a/n: pls be kind first smutty thing I’ve written in A WHILE, idk if it’s any good I’ve literally re-read it like 15 times before posting. Enjoy! Hopefully more of my writing is on the way!!!
“Are you fucking kidding me!” You yelled in exasperation. The floorboards above you creaked and thumped as your neighbor pounded on their floor.
It was currently 11:30 and you were trying so hard to get your presentation done for tomorrow’s class. You grabbed the broomstick that was becoming less for sweeping and more for hitting on your ceiling in shallow attempts at getting the ruckus to quiet down.
It’s hours later, after the party had gone from so so good to so so bad, that Isak turns down the sheets in bed and tosses off his shirt.
Even though, bless him, scratched a hand through his hair, “So… who exactly was that?”
Isak sighs. He often forgets that the entire William and Noora saga was way before Even’s time- that he was still happily enrolled with his boys, terrorizing the halls of Bakka or whatever silly phrase Mutta had used this afternoon.
It was so weird to think about, because Isak feels like Even has been around forever, at his side literally always, and any time before that is a hazy mix of loneliness and drugs.
But Even wasn’t there, so he didn’t hear the full story and probably didn’t follow any of the hushed angry whispers between Sana, Noora, and William.
“Well,” Isak hedges, “That’s a long arduous, complicated and entirely too involved story line that is a pain to explain.”
“Huh,” Even replies, shucking off his own shirt. But he doesn’t climb into bed, “You just seemed really friendly with him.”
Isak snorts, “Um. I don’t think I even said one word to him. I don’t think he even looked away from Noora. He’s got that whole ‘serial killer look’ stare to him,” Isak considers, “I mean you do too, but yours is sexy.”
Even arched a brow, “He literally came over and pinched your cheek and told you you looked,” Even did finger quotes, “Fucking awesome, Isak. All grown up.’”
Isak blinked, because um, no. William did very much not-
“Oh,” Isak said, “Oh. You mean Chris.”
Even shrugs and hops in bed, “He was cute.”
Sidekick Chris. Model Chris. Hot Chris. Penetrator Chris. Okay, so he may have starred in some wet dreams of a Pre-Even Isak… But Chris?
Isak wrinkles his nose, “I mean- okay yeah but not like that. He’s- no. Nei, Non. Nyet. I mean everyone thought we had a thing once upon a time, but that was actually about a yakuza fight.”
“Yakuza fight?” Even get’s comfortable in bed, “I feel like I’m missing a few things here. Who knew Nissen was like Gossip Girl.”
“Oh Even,” Isak rolls his eyes, “Gossip Girl ain’t got nothing on us Nissen kids. So it all started when Jonas and I got jumped by these guys, right?”
loves birds (esp baby ducks and baby chickens), has a ~secret box~ under his bed of (cleaned) bird feathers that he collects, has on occasion mistaken the feathers of his own wings fr some majestic birds’ due to the excitement over the find…
has sensory issues and agoraphobia (which becomes manageable over time), needs some aid to help him go out in public (as i once posted ab here)
constantly frustrated due to him having his memories excessively wiped (yu need to have all memories of your life from before becoming a guardian angel erased, but his overseer took advantage of that for funsies and made him forget a lot of random basic things as well) like just imagine wanting to make a pb&j sandwich and somehow suddenly being absolutely unable to piece together how to do so even tho you have a million times before…or then knowing how to make literally any other kind of sandwich but when it comes to that one your brain is blank about it, it turns into a desperate situation very quickly
can heal injuries by putting his hands around em and focusing lots! takes a lot of energy out of him at first
has like 5 of that yellow hoodie he wears (its comfortable), almost all of em have (stitched) tears in the back from if he accidentally sprouts his wings and he gets so upset if he tears thru a new one even tho it always happens
uses a flip phone just because he’s so used to it he doesn’t want to have to learn to use a smartphone just yet
we’ve had so much harry content over the past month that the breakfast show interview feels like at least three months ago and we’re still waiting on a music video which could drop @ literally any time?? it could drop while i’m typing this post or before u even finish reading it we just don’t know and then an album release and then a WEEK’S worth of late late show content and then dunkirk?? and then a TOUR and god knows what else and i am already so overwhelmed that i am on the verge of tears 24/7 my head hasn’t stopped spinning since march 25th i don’t even inhabit this plane of existence anymore and i honestly don’t even remember why i started making this post but we’re all going to die
- You never considered yourself to be special or important: you lived an average, boring life. That is until you are taken by something not … natural. Suddenly, you are thrown into a world of unknowns with the Winchesters as your only guides. Will you ever find your way back to that normal life, or will you lose yourself among the supernatural?-
(Eventual) Sam x Reader
Warnings: The usual SPN violence, some language, No Winchesters yet (because that should definitely be a warning)
A/N: Okay, so this is the prologue to my Poisonous Soul (Name still in the works; I’m not sure I love it yet) series. I am still currently writing this and it’s probably going to be a long-ass series (I apologize in advance.) This series will deal with some mental health issues, but I will put warnings and tags on each one accordingly! The beginning is a bit rough, but I swear it gets better! As always, Feedback is appreciated!
*I do not own any supernatural characters and/or any gifs that I may use!
Jesus, it’s fucking cold.
I slam the car door shut behind me and bury my hands deep into my jacket pockets before looking around the empty parking lot. Like usual, it’s just me and the generic, used cars that every college student seems to drive.
Jumping on my toes a bit, I make my way down the hill and past the sports fields toward the shortcut that’ll take me to my dorm.
If I didn’t know Messiah was the safest college on the planet, I most definitely would never take this way after dark.
It’s not a very popular path to take, so it’s never lit up unless there’s a soccer game going on, and even then, it’s only the lights from the stadium that illuminate it. It always takes my eyes a couple minutes to actually adjust because it’s so dark, especially on nights like tonight when the clouds are hiding the moon.
Eros halts immediately. Hand up means no. A being built on the foundation of love and desire Eros operates on the core of those things; consent. Everything in Jihoon’s body language, demeanor, tone, and stance signal the god that he is not okay with physical declarations of Eros’ adoration. It may be a wondeful touch day for him, but the god can recognize when it is not so for others.
Slowly, Eros brings his hands up where they can both see them, palms facing out the sign of surrender. It’s reflexive largely and manners as well- a treatment he gives whenever he detects resistance to him. I won’t hurt you…
“I understand,” he says to make it clear that he will go no further. “Everything okay?”
There’s only concern in his voice now. Not a shred of hurt or anger at the rejection as he looks over the other and keeps respectfully still. What’s wrong? His face is an open book as it shifts emotions from concern to worry that the other might be ill.
the last known living arrivals to the dragon triangle was the 3 scientists, who arrived in 1952, so shouldn’t the fashion of artime NOT be tshirts and shorts and tennis shoes since those were literally never popular at any time before the 50s
I would 100% read that. I love it when the crew is thrown back in time. (Actually on earth, not some weird planet)
I love love time travel! And history. *w* And there’s not many fics that involve them going back any further than like…a couple hundred years. I would be so into something that sent them back into ancient history.
Jily AU: modern/muggle/university Because I felt like I needed to write a thing that combined all three of those things Warning: I started this at stupid o'clock yesterday and barely proofread it but I hope you still like it
‘This is absurd,’ the girl muttered under her breath, definitely to herself, and definitely referring to the nth cup of black coffee she’d had in four days.
Which, incidentally, was the last time she actually slept.
Why was she still drinking coffee? Nothing had changed since the last time she’d gone to a café, just as it hadn’t changed from the time before that or even the time before that. She still vastly preferred literally any other kind of caffeine, but here she was, drinking crudely made black coffee twelve hours after she finished all of the projects she was juggling. Between work and school, she was a certified workaholic, but even she got overloaded.
It was safe to say that Lily Evans was not having a particularly good few days.