#peachie-buns-blog

[zoetheneko]

My name is Zoe (Zo for short, i don't mind).

I'm a content creator and artist with autism and crippling social anxiety. I think a lot of things at the same time and get burnt out often so im very inconsitent with what i post here, but its ok because im swag with it.

I have two original stories that you can follow on these blogs:

@overpaidsixmilesunder

@my-own-neverland

Here are reference sheets of me and my mascot.

DNI: The standard dni list (Bigots, proshippers, etc.)

Last updated: November 21st 2024

What fandoms i enjoy:

Postal

Hatred

Cookie run

Panty And Stocking With Garterbelt

Mortal Kombat

Sanrio (mostly Hello Kitty)

The Sims

And many many more!

My ocs:

Rasberry baker, Ophelia Adler & Millie Bell Lennon (Overpaid Six Miles Under)

Alisée Landry (My Own Neverland)

Zoe (Metalocalypse) (Self-Insert)

Zoe (Mortal Kombat) (Self-Insert)

D'meila (Mortal Kombat)

Kasumi (Mortal Kombat)

Ethan (Mortal Kombat)

Lumine (Mortal Kombat) (Outdated)

Aphrodite (Mortal Kombat)

Libra (Mortal Kombat)

Li Na (Mortal Kombat)

BLHR (Signalis)

Anissa Alaoui-Wattson (South Park) (VERY OUTDATED)

Peachy Bee (FNAF Security Breach)

Pink Cat's Eye Tourmaline (Steven Universe) (Self-Insert)

Lone Wolf Japser (Steven Universe x Rambo)

Erythrite (+ their weapon) (Steven Universe)

Grape Agate (Steven Universe)

Night Blue Pearl (Steven Universe)

Blue Pyrope (Steven Universe)

Bubblegum Neko Cookie (Cookie run kingdom) (self-insert)

Maple Leaf, Polar mint, Beaver Tail and Nanaimo Bar Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Primal Icewater/Blue Seasalt Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Maple Fudge Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Rich Syrup, Glazed Bun, Ube Brownie, Butter Tart and Toffee Truffle Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Flowery Brownie Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Feta Sphinx Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

Faun (Predator)

If you don't vibe or if you feel uncomfortable with some of the material i work with, it is totally fine if you do not interact with it.

[bunnypansy]

Welcome to the Cinema!

Here Are A Few Genres You Might Enjoy!

#pansy speaks (my thoughts, feelings, and random things I have to say)

#pansy answers (answering your asks)

#pansy reblogs (things I reblog)

#pansy writes (my writings)

#pansy draws (my drawings)

#ratedE (SFW, fluff)

#ratedPG (SFW, angst or h/c)

#ratedM (Mostly SFW, suggestive content)

#ratedR (NSFW, sexual content)

#ratedNC-17 (NSFW, graphic depictions of dark content)

Film Series

Twisted Wonderland

Obey Me

Jujutsu Kaisen

Mystic Messenger

The Arcana

Arcane

Haikyuu

Genshin

Honkai Star Rail

Nu: Carnival

Meet The Director!

Hello, it's nice to meet you! You may call me Pansy or Peachy, I use he/him and bun/bun's pronouns. This blog may not be very active, because I'm busy, but I write when I have time/energy!

Most of my writings will be self indulgent, but feel free to send in requests anyway. I don't typically write for fem readers or FemCs- y'all got enough content -so it's going to be primarily gn reader, or male. I also heavily prefer writing male characters, you're gonna get mostly those unless you request and I'm in the mood.

!!I WILL WRITE DARK CONTENT IF I WANT TO!!

All my writing will have ratings, content warnings, and summaries at the beginning, beyond that you are responsible for your reaction. If I have tagged something incorrectly, please provide a correction in the replies or in messages.

That being said, happy viewing!

Original Works blog; Redd Velvet

[aishabellasbigblogofeverything]

(TW: Sxual assault mention)

Hii! Honestly, scrolling through your blog is and has always been such a joy to me ❤

It actually gave me the courage to stand up for myself, realize I deserved better and broke off a 3-year relationship. I know I should've broke it off sooner (such as the time when he, a 20 year old man expressed how much he wanted to bring me (I was 16 at the time, a MINOR) to a love hotel, lmao he also fetishized Asians and I'm Japanese so like...ew. and the one time he forced himself on me when he said he wanted to come over so I could teach him) but I was too scared to because he's been giving me a lot of gifts so I thought that I owed him a favor. The last straw however, was me telling him I was so tired of being viewed as an object or being fetishized because of my race and he told me, exactly in his words "Tell me their names so I can protect myself against them. I'm your boyfriend, so they might do something to hurt me." and I remember crying because it felt like he didn't care about me. Like... I could've been assaulted by these men, but no... your safety matters more than mine.. and I still have trouble witth that memory because it's somewhat of a valid concern, was I just being dramatic? Was I overreacting? There are some stories of people harming someone's s/o because of that "It should've been me" kinda thing... another thing that upset me so much is when I (once again) was being harrassed told him that "hey. I can't deal with men rn... they're harrassing me and quite frankly it's annoying. I hate it when men do this" and he got mad lmao. He said that "I was making him feel bad just for being a man" and "not all men" that shit, and honestly at that moment, I wanted to scream "YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM, A-HOLE!!" but I felt bad, so I didn't and apologized because he would continue to throw a fit.

I'm happier now even though I still have to live with those scars. Your blog has always been such a comfort to me. Don't stop what you're doing and don't stop posting. You are an inspiration for me.

~~~

OMG!!!

Finally, a submission! Thank you so much for this and I am glad that you broke out of that toxic "relationship". Thank you for standing by Black women and I hope you are having a good day and life in general so far! Women of color deserve better and that guy sounds like a self-centered, wannabe-oppressed, MRA jerk. But you already knew that tho. ;3

Take care!

[aeonghaseyo]

I mean, like.... What did you expect? You harrassed a bunch of people, said a child deserved to be r--p--d, and wrote... or expressed that you wanted to see kink stuff of minors.

Getting that out of the way, it's been... a day, maybe two? You can't expect people to forgive you that easily, what you did is not a minor offense and you've done it more than once. I'm not saying that she isn't free to share how she feels, but maybe... maybe show people that you're WORKING on becoming a decent person instead of just posting statuses saying that you'll change

Exactly! @peachie-buns-blog you're so on point.

She could guilt-trip whomever goes to her blog but as long as she doesn't actively change for the better, she still won't earn back the friends and the respect she lost.

This is what happens when you choose to disrespect people and ruin their peace of mind through harassment over some character you're fixated on.

[peachybun-bun]

Help please!

Can you see this post?

If you can see this please send us a message, a reply, like this message...anything. We think we have a problem.

@staff @support

We are not showing up in searches or on dashboards. We would love to get this fixed as soon as possible. We have almost no interaction on our blog at all. We've went from a very thriving blog to days with 0 interaction. We miss our peachy buns.

Please reblog this and help us reach out to the staff/support to get this problem fixed.

[magicalshopping]

♡ Bun Knife Pin - Link in the source! ♡

[titan-fodder]

hii! i love your blog and all of your works!

so recently i had to delete my tumblr account meaning i’ve lost all my favorite works and creators 😭 i still remembered your account and a few others but i can’t remember the others that were deleted

i wanted to ask if you have any other page recommendations or works that are for AOT? or anyone who created a list of works?

thank you angel

🥺

👉👈

~ 🐙

thank you, love. I'm glad you like my stuff. 😘

I have quite a few recommendations. some of these are strictly AoT blogs, but some are multifandom with a few stellar AoT pieces.

Please keep in mind that all of these blogs are NSFW, so 18+ only, and some are dark content creators (I'll mark those with a *)

@pleasantanathema * THE Erwin queen

@whats-her-quirk THE Jean queen

@mindninjax just a royalty in general but she has some wonderful pieces for Erwin and Levi

@dymphnasprose * if you like beautiful, horny writing, go to Dym

@onyxoverride * if you like filthy writing for many characters, go to Onyx

@forcefully-awoken * Sky specializes in disgusting drabbles that I fucking love

@peachy-momos Bun is very soft but also very horny

@therealvalkyrie * so fucking poetic and beautiful

@karikarasuno SOFT. her reiner piece is wonderful.

@lady-lunaaa the creativity in this one 🤌 fantastic. also, so fucking sweet.

[pop-sims]

I am back from the ded!

Hello old and new followers who keep suporting the blog! Been on hiatus due to.... I finally found a job!!! It has been fun and finally not be on the pc 24h jobless, wich was making me really depressed and not motivated to convert anything for Sims2. Hopefully soon I can start again converting, I have a bunch saved on my list for these past months Thank you again my lovely peachie buns 🍑

[ang3ldxll]

🍑 hi hi! you can call me Peachy, Bunny, Dolly, Angel or Annie!

🍑 i prefer being addressed in feminine terms and my main pronouns are xe/xen, xi/xir, x/x's bun/buns and doll/dolls (you can see the full sets and my whole pronoun list here 🧡)

🍑 im a minor (15+)

🍑 i have social anxiety, depressive episodes, rage outbursts (caused by specific topics only), AFRID, madd, i age regress and im a part of a system

🍑 im otherkin (doll, angel, ghost, cryptid, glitch, child + lostchild [because childhood trauma go brrr], celestial, magical girl and stuffie) and otherhearted (bunny, lamb, doe, fairy, monster, demon and water)

🍑 this is my main blog and i mostly just reblog stuff here (you can see my other blogs here 🌼)

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🍑 please DNI if nsfw/kink, cgl/abdl/ageplay/fetishize regression, anti-agere/anti-cglre, gore/yandere (NO)(SO)MAP/PEAR/lolicon/pedo or apologist, anti-anti/pro-ship, anti-endo, anti-kin T(W)ERF/SWERF/BLERF/radfem, anti-LGBTQ+/anti-MOGAI, anti-BLM, pro-trump, support PETA or Autism Speaks, ED blogs/thinspo, your blog has abrahamic religion on it

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*if you ship problematic pairings as a coping mechanism you can interact as long as its not on the blog you are interacting from

*links are currently being added, this is a new account

[noshes4nerds]

Senchal Curried Fish and Rice

Ah, Tamriel, land of magic, mystery, and...

...whatever the heck this dude’s up to. Today, my wonderful nerdy noshers, we are questing in the wonderful world of Elder Scrolls (glitches and all), a world of elves, men, eldritch gods, and sugar-loving cat people. You see that peak over there,

yes, you can climb it. See this nasty demon dinosaur:

He can either be summoned or beaten with a stick, depending on your stance on demon dinosaurs. See this oh so lusty Argonian maid

....Need I say more?! But in order to climb huge volcanoes, marry lizard people, and summon unholy demonic velociraptors, you’re gonna need some energy in that adventuresome body of yours. How do we get that energy, you may ask? You get it the same way you do here in reality; food! Yes, for a fantastical world of swords and sorcery, the Elder Scrolls franchise sure is a cornucopia of culinary delights, some of which you actually can make with nothing more than a working kitchen and access to the internet. Now even if you’ve never heard of the Elder Scrolls franchise, you likely know about it’s most famous entry: Skyrim. You see, Skyrim has a bit of a popularity problem. Having been out for a decade and release on SIX different platforms, many have tread it’s culinary pathways well before this blog went public. That being said, I have chosen a different entry in the franchise to dig for recipes in. Enter Elder Scrolls Online, the only mmorpg entry in the Elder Scrolls franchise. While Elder Scrolls online has a wealth of foods to chose from, unlike its other counterparts, the food items are very rarely shown in game. Sometimes what you see laying around in your local tavern might not even be the item that ends up in your back when snatched up (away from the prying eyes of the city guards). For example, take your classic Skyrim-style Sweetroll:  

In your inventory it ends up looking like a cinnamon bun!

And that’s where I come in. Rather than rely on in game pictures, I have instead chosen to base any recipes I make from Elder Scrolls online by their description. If the required ingredients happen to match up with its inventory picture, all the better. Now come join my around the fire as I tell you the tale of my experience with Khajiiti cuisine. For the not yet initiated, the Khajiit are an adorable race of catlike people whose forms can range from housecat:

To buff bobcat:

To humanoid cat furries:

These pretty kitties are known for their sweet tooth, and even savory dishes are no exception. Enter their curried fish; a quick and rather syrupy dish that purrfectly pairs well with a nice hot bowl of fragrant basmati rice. This easy and peachy curry is a flavorful fast dish that’s perfect for cat on the run. (NOTE: Please do not actually feed this to your cats irl,or any of your pets for that matter. This dish contains many ingredients that are most certainly poisonous for furry, feathery, and scaly friends.) This dish feeds 3 famished felines. Tools:

Saucepan

Large pan (ideally an electric skillet,as they tend to be huge)

Large cooking spoon

Spatula

Baking Spatula:

Paring Knife

Large kitchen knife

Measuring spoons

hand held grater

Ingredients:

12oz white fish of choice (I chose mahi-mahi)

1 15oz can of white beans (I went with chickpeas)

3 cloves of fresh garlic

2 tsp Garam Masala (divided)

1/2 tsp cumin

1/2 tsp tumeric

1 and 1/2 tbsp sweet chili sauce

1/2 large onion

1/4 tsp cinnamon

2 tbsp peach preserves

2 tsp lemon juice

1 and 1/2 tbsp rice vinegar

2 tbsp chicken stock (low sodium)

1/2 tsp kosher salt

10 oz fresh spinach

3 servings basmati rice (cook according to package instructions)

2-3 tbsp cooking oil (I used olive oil but I’d highly recommend peanut oil for this dish)

1 pinch sumac (optional, for garnish)

Salt and pepper to taste

Method: Slice your onion.

Grate your garlic cloves.

Using 1/2 tbsp of oil, saute your onion slices over medium until brown, then set them aside.

With another 1/2 tbsp of oil, saute your spinach until it is wilted, set aside.

Drain and rinse your white beans.

Put your spinach in a food processor and puree until smooth.

Add 1tsp garam masala, 2tsp lemon juice, 1/2 the sauteed onions, 1/3 of the garlic and the beans. Puree until smooth and set aside. For the fish:

If your fish is frozen, thaw in the fridge overnight or run fish cuts under cool water until slightly softened. Combine sauteed onions, the remainder of the garam masala, , the remainder of the garlic, the cumin, the cinnamon, the sweet chili sauce, the turmeric, the kosher salt, the chicken stock, the rice vinegar and the peach preserves until well mixed.

Heat remainder of oil in large pan over medium heat. Add fish cuts.

Cook fish cuts for 4 and 1/2 minutes per side,or until the fish starts flaking. Reduce heat slightly and add sauce. Stir sauce in with fish for 1-1 and 1/2 minutes. Top rice servings with sauce/fish chunks and dollops of spinach and bean puree.  Garnish with a sprinkle of sumac.

Eat up! (For pescatarians, sub the chicken broth with fish, vegetable, or seaweed broth.)

[chogiwapadada]

I’m so sad I thought it was just the holiday weekend causing the blog to be so quiet but then it just seemed so strange. I feel so bad that we let it go for so long. Don’t lose hope in us Peachy Buns. We will figure this out.

@staff @support please fix our main blog @peachybun-bun it’s not showing up in searches or dashboards. We aren’t sure if we are even getting messages. This is so sad. We love our little community and want to interact with them again.

[jay-and-dean]

Same 1/4  Same eyes

By Roonyxx and Jay-and-dean

Pairings : AU Dean x reader, Dean x reader

Summary : Two Deans… What could go wrong ?

Warnings : Smut, Angst, hurt (and jealous) Dean, hurt AU Dean, hurt reader… hurt everyone. Swearing, Alcohol.

Wordcount : 6k

Note : This is a collaboration beetween both of us. We can’t both edit the same post, so we decided we would post 1 chapter/2 each. So if you want to read chapter 2, it will be edited on @roonyxx​ ‘s blog… TOMORROW.

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Roonyxx Masterlist

Jay’s Masterlist

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Same eyes

The bunker was mostly silent apart from Dean’s occasional sighs and Y/n’s strongly beating heart, but only she could hear that… 

While the brothers had their noses buried in the old dusty books, she looked up to him, not realizing she was staring again. She couldn’t see the green of his eyes from here, this green she always got lost into, this green that had the power to light up the darkest days…

Dean didn’t notice she was studying his face again, he never really did. And, when he finally caught her doing it from time to time, he always failed to recognize the expression in her eyes. He just smiled, loving her kindness bathing him.

This time, she was going to allow herself to catch his attention, like she dared to do sometimes, just saying something nice to see him smile… It was a move she saved for the moment she just needed him to look back, like right now. 

But she didn’t had the chance to talk, as the entire bunker started to shake. 

“What the… Dean ? You feel that ?” she said, when the two hunters frowned and looked around.  

A bright light made them avert their eyes, books started falling from the cupboard and the lights started flickering. As soon as the disruption started, it ended. 

The room was empty before, apart from the three hunters, but now two more persons occupied the place. Two more Winchesters to be precise. 

“We did it.”

“Dean?”

“Sam?”

“Sam?”

“Dean?”

“Okay what the fuck?” Y/n piped up. Her eyes couldn’t decide where to look first. 

“Who are you? I mean… obvious but from where are you?” 

“They must be from another world, now that God is tearing them down one by one.” Sam moved closer to his doppelganger.

“Our world exploded, we just made it out in time.” Other Dean said.

Y/n was looking at Sam, well not the Sam she knew. This one was more sophisticated, had a completely different style, from his man bun tied on the back of his head to his bare ankles which made her nose scrunch in discomfort. 

She didn’t notice the pair of green eyes on her while she was judging Sam’s silk scarf. When she turned to look at the other well dressed Winchester her eyes crossed the familiar green she loved so much, but these were different. They seemed lighter, they didn’t carry so much remorse and pain in them. But the way he was looking at her, it made her look down at her shirt self consciously. 

“What are you looking at fancy boy ?” she grunted.

He seemed to snap out of it and came closer, grasping her hand in his, bringing it too his face to sweetly kiss her knuckles, “And you are ?” 

She frowned slightly at the gesture.

 “Uhm I’m Y/n” she answered. 

His voice, it wasn’t like the familiar deep rumble she loved so much, it was higher, he sounded somehow more excited and curious. 

Dean stepped between them, looking at this other version of him, he huffed, “Okay, I need a drink, who else ?”

They all moved to take a place at the wooden library table, the two sets of Winchesters sitting opposite of each other while Y/n sat at the head of the table, her head moving between her Dean and the other Dean. 

“This is crazy…”  

Man bun Sam looked at his regular version, “So this is where you live ?”

Sam nodded his head, “Uhm yeah.”

“So this is where your hunting operation is based ?” 

“Well I mean it’s not much of an operation” Sam scoffed.

Dean chuckled at his brother, “We do just fine, we hunt monsters all over the country.” He looked proud at his mirror self.

“And you ? You work with them ?” The light rumble asked her, ignoring Dean’s bragging for a second, focusing on her, like she was actually the only person in the room. 

“Uhm well I wouldn’t say work, we don’t get paid or anything but yeah, I’m part of the team.” She chuckled at the thought of getting paid for hunting.

“Wait, you don’t get paid ?” Other Sam held the beer in his hand with his pinky outstretched, looking at the three of them.

“You d-do ?” Dean questioned. 

The alternate universe men both nodded their heads.

“Wow that’s just…” Dean scoffed and shook his head.

Y/n noticed in the corner of her eye that the new Sam and Dean kept looking at her like she has something between her teeth. 

“What ? Do I have something on my face or something ?” she asked, now slightly annoyed.

“No ! Uhm no, we were wondering, are you family ?” Other universe Dean questioned.

“No, I’m just a friend.” Although she would gladly take on Winchester as her last name, she knew it was highly unlikely to happen. 

“And you live here too?” said that weird version of the man she loved, bending a little more on the table to dive his piercing eyes deeper in hers, his bracelet hitting it on a delicate tinkle.

 “I do” she nodded her head.

“And those two ? They don’t bother you too much?” His plump lips curled up into a smirk.

“They can be a pain in the ass but it’s manageable” she said jokingly. 

“I bet you can handle them just fine.” His smile was like it was just for her. She thrived in his attention, putting her hand on his arm. 

“Oh my you have no idea.” 

She was intently looking at his face, counting his freckles, would they connect in the same way as Dean’s ?… She suddenly realized his eyes were looking at her lips intensely. It made her blush as she looked down at the table, confused.

Dean was looking at Y/n and other Dean. If he keeps staring at her like that I will punch him. Why is she blushing like that? He sipped from his beer as he kept an eye on the two of them.

He cleared his throat breaking their little moment, “So… Dean, no wife or girl or anything back in your world ?”

Other world Dean’s eyes switched to Y/n briefly 

“Uhm no, I mean we have dad, but we got seperated in the rift, so…” the stranger said.

Normal Sam’s head snapped towards the fancy version of his brother.

“Your dad is still around?”

“Yeah he pretty much build up an entire empire  from scratch” white shirt and piercing glares Dean stated. 

“He likes to spoil us, always having his private label scotch at hand.” Man bun Sam said with a gentle smile.

“Sp-spoil you ?” Dean was baffled. Dean was more hoping to hear about a girlfriend or something so this other version of him would back off from Y/n.

Real Sam and Dean looked questioning at each other. But let the matter go, for now.

“What are we going to do with them ? Can we keep them ?” Y/n said jokingly to her boys.

“I would be glad to stay with you, Love.” The white of his shirt matched his teeth when he gave her a dazzling smile.

He was looking at her like her Dean never did, like he probably never will… And, if, at first, that made her slightly uncomfortable, she decided maybe she deserved to enjoy the attention just a little for now, and a radiant smile appeared on her lips.

“Oh would you, now ?” Y/n played along with this gentleman Dean’s game. 

He nodded his head as he licked his lips, pupils dilating a little. 

Dean stood up from the table, a scowl on his face. Seeing himself at the table was enough, but seeing himself flirt with Y/n was making him nauseous. Was she really going to fall in the trap of those stupid smiles and this immaculate shirt ? He needed to get out of here, to think, to breathe, and to rest his tired eyes… 

“They can stay for now, but now way they are gonna live with us.” He grunted. “I’m gonna start make dinner for us all.”

Y/n frowned at her Dean’s behavior. “D. ? You okay ?” 

He gave her a sarcastic smile, not realizing how aggressive it can look for her. 

“Peachy Sweetheart” with that, he left the war room.

Sam rose up from his chair too. 

“Uhm Y/n, I’m gonna get Sam here settled in a room, will you show this Dean his ?”

“I will Sammy.” She gave him a kind smile despite the thorn in her heart, as the set of Sams left.

“So you will give me a room ?” Other Dean smiled at her, his warm grin failing to erase the frown on her face this time.

“Yes, but we can finish our beers first” she mumbled.

“Can I ask a question?” New Dean asked.

“Uhm yes ?”

“Dean is he always so… grumpy ?”

She started to pull at the label of her beer. It wasn’t the first word that came in her mind when she thought of him. Dean was many things, many incredible things. But yes, he could be. Mostly when he was hurt, confused, tired ; and she often understood easily what shadow was darkening his soul… But not always. And when she didn’t, just like now, it made her feel so far away from him. And the snug friendship she lived in suddenly felt unfounded. 

“Not always he is just… he has a lot on his mind and went through a lot of things.” She looked up at him and wondered… “Did you go to Hell ?”

 “Hell ? No.”His eyes widened.

“Purgatory ?”

He shook his head once again. 

“You mean he… he did ?” he asked with a concerned frown.

She looked behind her to the kitchen, like she could see through the walls.

“Forget it.” 

“Wow he must have one tough soul” he scoffed. 

A small smile formed on her lips, thinking of how brave and strong her Dean was, how special. 

“Yeah… the strongest, like diamond” she stated a little dreamingly.

“You care a lot for him, huh ?”

She downed the last bit of her beer, nodding at his assumption.

“I do, he is my best friend. He’s like… family.”

“Yeah, those kind of people are important in this life…” He said as he finished his beer too.

“I…  I’m just going to check on him before I show you your room, okay ?” Y/n asked as she stood up from the table. 

He gave her another charming smile as he nodded politely, but she was already heading to the kitchen, absorbed by her worry.

“Of course, Love, I’ll wait here…”

Y/n entered the kitchen putting her empty beer bottle away. Dean was stirring in a pot on the stove, his back on her.

“D. ? You okay ?”

He didn’t look up from his pot as he answered her.

“Peachy.”

She hated that word, because Dean only used it in an ironic way. She moved closer, touching his arm so he would look at her.

“What’s wrong ?” she insisted.

“I just don’t trust them.” Dean let out in a big breath. 

 “But they are literally you and Sam ?” Y/n frowned.

He dropped the wooden spoon and turned to her, his back straightening. 

“No they are not ! With their fancy clothes and planes and good manners. We are not the same and you know it !” 

Y/n stepped back a little at his outburst, he was always so defensive. She looked up to search his green eyes but found only black there. She took a step back and her hand away from his arm, he didn’t wanted her there, so she would give him space. 

She couldn’t know space from her was the last thing he needed, after all… 

“Okay, I’m sorry…” she stated. “Do you need some help with the cooking?”

“No I’ve got it” he said, turning back to his pot. “I think I can handle some mac and cheese. Don’t you need to show Romeo out there to his room ? Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

Y/n huffed, he would never let her in…

“Fine.”

Leaving the kitchen, she took a deep breath, she needed to stop being that affected by Dean’s words, his silences, everything. She walked shaking her head, she would deal with the heartbreak later.

When she entered the library, a radiant grin welcomed her, Dean’s grin… almost. He had taken off his beige jacket and was moving his spotless white sleeves up, patiently waiting for her. 

 “So, a room ?” she forced a kind smile but after a second, nothing was forced about it anymore.

His face was so genuinely warm that she just forgot her urge to cry.

She guided him toward the room she had chosen for him : not too close to the the brothers rooms, solicitous about their comfort. 

This room looked a lot like Dean’s one, with no red bricks like in Sam’s and her room. She opened the door for him, and tuned on the light.

“There’s no fancy things” she stated, aware that a man that owned planes must find this room a little uncouth.

But, as he looked around, not a hint of disdain appeared on his face. He just bended a little to touch the bed, like her Dean would have done.

“The mattress is really comfy” she said, her eyes studying his back and the way his muscles stretched underneath his crisp white shirt.  

He looked so much like the man she loved, only… 

“Well definitely not as… spacious as my old room but, knowing you’re here, somewhere in this maze, makes it a warmer place. If you need anything, or company, it would be a pleasure, Y/n”

…Only this man actually made her feel special, and… wanted ?

Something dragged her to him, strongly ; and he made her feel confident enough to dare things that took a long time with her best friend. So she got a little closer, searching his face without even hiding it, and, shyly, touched his hair from the tip of her fingers. 

His dimples appeared and the deep green of his eyes made her drown for a second. He let her touch him, easily. Her Dean did too, it was not like she couldn’t get close to him… But not like that. Her tender gestures were always hidden behind friendly moves, or fake indifferences. 

Now she was standing straight in front of that version of the man she loved, silent, lost in the depth of his glare, her hand reaching for his head.

“Is your mattress as comfy as this one ?” he asked softly. 

“It is…” she whispered, not used to react to advances.

“Good” he smiled again. “If it wasn’t, I would have shared mine with pleasure. In fact, I know for a fact that I wouldn’t mind sharing it every night.”

She took her hand away, hearing him mutter a polite apology. What was she doing ? What did she want ? 

“Dean…” she murmured, a little disturbed at the use of this name she cherished. 

She had to say something. Her gestures, her insistent glares, she could have given him ideas, it wasn’t right.

“Yes” he smiled again, getting a little closer. 

“I… My heart belongs to someone. I don’t want you to imagine…” she shrugged shyly, looking down.

But his hand brushed against her chin to make her look up. 

“It’s okay” he stated sincerely with a reassuring nod, but his hand stayed on her face, cupping it almost lovingly.

“You don’t even know me” her murmur died in her throat.

“I know you’re beautiful” he said a little lower, closer to her Dean’s voice. 

Her heart missed a beat at hearing this voice say that, this hand touching her face, this face so close to hers…

“You remind me of someone I knew” he admitted. 

“It’s so weird…” she gently shook her head, closing her eyes for a second. 

“This is weird for me too” he nodded, letting go of her face, to put his hand in the pocket of his fancy pants. 

She looked at his wrist, at the bracelet around it, and her eyes lingered on the dazzling white shirt he was wearing. By the time her glare found his face again, she had lost every coherent thought.

She blushed at what she was about to say. The room suddenly really hotter than she remembered, and the lights softer…

“Can you…” she cleared her throat but his face encouraged her. “Kiss me ?”

A large grin appeared on his face.

“I can do that” he stated, already bending a little. 

Her breath got stuck in her lungs when his plumb lips crushed on hers. She had spent her days and nights dreaming about that for so long. Still, this wasn’t the man she loved…

She forgot that for a second when his pillow lips captured hers ; and, when the tip of his tongue gently caressed her lower lip, she forgot everything.

His strong hand grabbed her neck to keep her close, fingers tangling in the little free strands of her hair, as she opened her mouth.

He didn’t hesitate for a split second, he didn’t tremble. He kissed her like he had spend his life kissing her lips, like she had been made for him to kiss her.

She let out a discreet moan as her hands allowed themselves to wrap around him, enjoying every delicate move of his lips, every caress of his tongue. Finally tasting him, finally feeling this love she craved…

“DINER !” Dean’s powerful voice woke her from her dream, her Dean’s voice.  

She gasped a little, realizing what she was doing, and the other universe Dean broke the kiss, licking his lips.

“Well…” he said softly. “I hope you’re hungry, Love.”

Y/n’s heart started beating again, and the nickname made her frown. All she could do was smile in gratitude, silently begging him to keep what happened for himself. 

The table was set in the library. Five plates on the wooden table, last time it happened was when John and Mary were reunited here. The Winchesters together… and her, as usual. 

The fancy version Sam was already sitting, looking at the big saucepan with a slightly disgusted look. As Y/n walked to her usual place, next to her Dean’s, she felt a hand on her back, the hand of that stranger she just kissed, and a shiver ran down her spine.

Dean didn’t miss that gesture when he entered the room with fresh beers. Just like he didn’t miss the look on her face. Something was on her mind, she was a little flushed, like when he complimented her. Maybe that annoyingly rich version of him complimented her on something, his stupid smile catching her eyes. Dean hated it of course. She was his best friend, his Y/n… right ?

The dinner seemed too long to everyone. 

To Sam, because watching this fancy version of him was making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t enough that the man took off his “pure silk” scarf to eat, but on top of that, he was clearly eating mac and cheese for the first time in his life, thanking Dean for cooking, a disgusted pout poorly hidden on his face.

To Dean, because he was torturing himself, like Dean Winchester always did, with the idea that he could have done better, been better… Made money ? Saved more people… Be nicer to Y/n, too. He spent the dinner watching her avoid to look at him, while she was smiling back to the other him.

To Y/n, of course. She wasn’t hungry anyway, she never was when she was upset. She knew that her best friends knew that and would notice, so she forced herself to eat a little, asking herself how she could be so reckless to ask the man that only got there a few hours a go to kiss her… It wasn’t really a habit of her. 

But he made her reckless, and heedless and, somehow… selfish. 

Why should she care about what other people thought ? Life had finally given her a band-aid for her broken heart.  

Her eyes drifted on the man she loved. He was frowning, his face totally closed, eating in silence with an annoyed expression she knew all too well. Then, feeling a brush on her hand, she turned her head to the same face, smiling kindly at her, showing those wrinkles around light and attentive eyes.

She couldn’t know that it was precisely the tender gesture that caused the frown, and the warm smile that annoyed Dean. 

So she just wrapped her broken heart in that version of Dean’s attention, and the second she decided to indulge in the new Dean’s somehow loving eyes, she stopped suffering. 

She wanted to kiss him again, she needed it, so she will do. Easy as that…

When she got up to clean, Dean didn’t let her, as usual, taking her plate from her hands to wash it himself. She rarely had time to wash anything other than her own clothes or room. The brothers were so used to manage everything that they never let her take care of anything.

But when Dean took her plate from her hands, it was always with a little smile, a kind word. Not this time.

“Let me” he just stated without even looking at her. 

She looked at him while he walked to the kitchen, hearing in the back the slightly snober version of Sam ask his double self about the bunker books and artifacts, offering to share their knowledge. 

“I need a drink” her Dean grunted, coming back in the room.

Of course he did. Dean closing up meant Dean taking a glass of whiskey and stare at the bottom of it, like it was a better friend than her. 

“I’m going to bed” she stated without another word. 

“I think the whole universe trip tired me too” said the white shirt Dean, getting up.

Her heart raced in her chest at just the idea of his lips on hers again. He gave her a discreet knowing corner smile and she felt her hands becoming moist. 

As she always did, she walked to Sam first, kissing the top of his head gently, then to his brother. This was one of her favorite moment of the day because she could do that precise gesture : She walked to Dean, who was standing in the front of the little table on the corner of the room. She put her gentle hand on his shoulder and got to her tiptoes to put a kiss on his temple. 

“Goodnight guys” she said as usual, filling her lungs with Dean’s smell.

“Goodnight Sweetheart” Dean answered, holding back his usual wide smile. 

The second Y/n turned in the corridor, out of their sight, she stopped, her heart pounding in her head. Her ears on alert, she waited a few seconds, and, as she anticipated, Dean appeared behind her. 

Not her Dean, but this version of him she could have, this version she could bring to her by the collar of his white shirt and kiss… 

And so she did.

He gasped a little but his surprise didn’t last long, and before she can fully acknowledge the taste of beer on his lips, he pushed her against the wall. Invading her craving mouth with his hungry tongue right away.

Her hands flew to his neck, devouring every inch of his skin with her fingers, slipping them in his collar to feel the soft skin of the part of his back she could reach and his collarbones. The open buttons of his white shirt allowing her to push it open a little more. The muscles of his shoulders were moving deliciously and she held back a moan. His pillow lips were the most delicious thing she ever taste, light scruff scratching her chin.

He crushed his strong body on hers, from his thighs keeping her legs still on the grey tiles, to his chest, making her feel his crotch on her. 

“Oh f…” she breathed out in his mouth, the feeling of his growing erection against her sending electricity right between her legs.

His lips left her mouth for a moment, going down her neck, his breath burning her skin.

“Y/n” he murmured, and shivers hit every nerves of her body. 

She felt him grow harder against her, twitches after twitches, reacting to her touch like no men ever did ; and a new kind of dizziness hit her.

He looked like that man she craved, he smelled something like him too, even if details were different. Her love was making her drunk, but not enough to forget her Dean could actually walk here.

“Come here” she whispered, grabbing his wrist harshly. 

She pushed him in her room, closing the door cautiously behind her. Voices were screaming in her head. The voices of doubt and fear, and her own voice asking her what she was doing…

But Dean, this Dean, took two determined steps toward her, wrapping his strong arms around her to kiss her more, this time letting his throat grumble in a growl. 

“Y/n… Y/n…” he kept saying.

She was lost in the deepest dream, like the ones she had sometimes about Dean, except this one was real… 

He grabbed her waist, pressing her against him like the lack of friction could kill him and she thought about all this times he had done that with other girls… About all those time he had grown hard in the room next to hers while she cried… 

It is not this Dean… She tried to remember, but his teeth grazed a precise point at the base of her neck, a point she didn’t even know, that no man ever touched. It was clearly directly linked to her core so she let out a surprised moan. 

“Dean !” 

“Mh… Yes, that’s it, Love” he smiled in her neck, sucking more on that little erogenous part of her.

She started to pant, letting her head go back to give him an easier access to her.

“Your mouth…” she breathed out, melting in his strong arms.

“Yes ?” he almost chuckled, walking slowly to the bed, careful not make her fall, as she was so lost in his arms

“I love it.”

“I know” he murmured, tenderly claiming her mouth again.

She felt his perfectly manicured nails graze her back. His hands flattened between her shoulder blades, they felt even more giant here, like they could hold all of her. She couldn’t focus on anything : the kisses of his mouth, of his hands, the pleading of his manhood crushed against her. 

His hands went up, until she had to let go of his lips for a second to let him take off her shirt. 

“I love your body” he said even before his eyes went down on her, and grazed that bad scar on her side from her very first hunt with his thumb.

She shyly started undoing the buttons of his shirt. 

“I really love yours too” she admitted, the line between her Dean and this one becoming a little more blur as she pushed his bleach white shirt down his broad shoulders. 

She bent to kiss his chest, palms gently landing on his velvety soft muscular sides and a smooth slow moan passed her worshiping lips. 

When his hand lifted her chin, she lost herself in his eyes, and let him push her on the bed.

“Dean…” she whispered, chanting the name of the man she loved for years, tricking the man with her as much as her own heart.

“What do you want, Love ?” he smiled again, crawling over her, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her stomach. “Tell me.”

“J-just… take me” she moaned, eager, her hands going in his hair, messing with it a little.

As she was running her hand through the soft strands of his hair, she noticed the man between her hands now looked exactly like her Dean… 

“Yes…” he groaned, letting her change his look, like he didn’t even notice, to open her belt with one hand, landing on his other elbrow.

While he was slowly going down to take her pants off, she got lost in her thoughts, enjoying the light touches of the man above her. She often imagined sex with Dean, in the steamy warmth of the shower, passionate and quick, in the lonely comfort of her bed, slow and loving, sometimes during long rides, in the back of the Impala, hard and fast… 

But nothing really prepared her for the real thing.

And right now everything was overwhelming. His kisses on her lower stomach, his finger crooking in her pants and panties to take them down, the nibbling in her inner thighs…

“Dean…” she repeated, her heart begging without knowing for what.

The gentle bites in the inside of her spread thighs was making her crazy, panting and touching her own breasts. And she wondered how he could just be right with everyone of his moves.  

His burning mouth went a little higher, kissing the junction between leg and her core, and a gasp escaped her mouth, followed by a strangled moan when he kissed her folds.

She looked down, and seeing Dean between her legs made her suddenly a bit nervous, she squirmed, pushing him slightly. 

“ I need you up here” she whined.

And he obliged, crawling on her leaving a trail of open mouth kisses and little bites.

He sat up quickly, getting rid of his fancy pants and white underwear. This was Dean Winchester’s body, kneeling on the bed between her thighs. So when he was about to move down on her again, she sat up a little, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait” she said, her eyes drawing a precise map of his body in her head. 

She will never see this again. Dean…

Her hand shyly traced his chest and stomach, going down to wrap around his shaft gently, the other leaning on his big thigh, memorising them, grazing her nails on it with the care of love.

“You’re so beautiful” she murmured shakily. 

“Mh…” he breathed out hoarsely, letting her enjoy him as much as she wanted, while his cock twitched a little in her hand. 

She moaned, licking her lips. She wanted to taste him, she wanted to make him come in her hand, with her mouth, slowly, and quick, in every ways possible. But, in the back of her head, the idea that this could be a dream, a sin… If she wanted that, it has to be now, it has to be once, and it had to be now. 

He bent to catch her lips before she could remember why this was a bad idea, and she let herself fall back on the mattress again. 

In the daze of desire and love, she somehow remembered she needed to protect herself. She didn’t know this Dean, his habits or anything, and there was no way she was doing this mistake.

“Condom…” she stated against his mouth.

“Where ?” he just said. 

She stretched her arm to point at her nightstand. Keeping some here wasn’t totally useless after all. He crawled on her to reach it, letting her enjoy the rolling muscles of his stomach and shoulders. 

She barely had time to register his move on himself, too engrossed by his beauty, by the shinning sweat in his neck, by his smell everywhere around.

“Y/n” he murmured, spreading her legs a little wider to take place between them.

Dean’s voice, Dean’s face and body… Y/n moaned a little louder.

“Love” he whispered in her ear when the tip of his cock pushed slowly inside her.

She bit his shoulder to avoid crying out. Dean was thick and strong… everywhere, and her body reacted way more intensely to him than to any one.

Nothing had ever felt like this.

A deep groan escaped his lips as he sank slowly but very deep between her throbbing walls, making her feel him inside every cell of her body.

“Fuck” she breathed out.

Y/n hadn’t had sex for a long time, the one night stand occasions being rare, and her love for Dean letting her mostly indifferent to other men… So she had to cling to his shoulders tight, hiding her face against his sweaty neck, to hold back the loud wails threatening to alert the whole bunker. 

“Are you alright, Love ?” he asked in a kiss.

He started thrusting steadily as soon as she nodded, not that fast but impossibly strong, his arms catching her shoulders from behind to prevent her to hit the headboard with each merciless strike of his hungry hips.

“F-fuck… Oh… Fuck” was all she could say now, her lungs crushed by his weight, his thrusts and the involuntary contractions of her body, struggling not to come just yet.

He was precise, expert somehow, and every time he hit perfectly right, she didn’t have to say anything, he dug his finger harder in her collarbones and hit again, and again.

Her brain went blank after a few more thrusts, everything went flying, every coherent thought, and every memory of this man not being the man she loved… She also forgot to stay silent as he groaned and gasped in her ear, begging her to come around him…

Dean put his empty glass in the sink, shaking his head. He knew her by heart, and there was no way she was already sleeping. 

He rubbed his face, he was already missing her, and the image of her getting on her tiptoes to kiss him goodnight made him smile.

He needed her for himself for a second, just a little moment hanging lazily in the night. So, as usual, he would just knock at her door, open it, find her reading some nerd book, she would push her round glasses up, smiling at him. And he would go to bed, his mind pacified by that cute smile she saved for him. 

He walked down the corridor, wondering if tonight she would invite him in a few seconds, to show him an hilarious meme on her phone, or to talk about her book…

“DEAN FUCK YES” she cried out, making him stop in his track a few feet from her door. 

At first, he didn’t realize. He couldn’t know this was the sound she made while her walls clenched around the other him, hard. He couldn’t guess so fast that she was convulsing under him, shaken by an orgasm so powerful, that her body was crushing him inside, milking him for all he had to give.

“Y/N” his own voice groaned loud.

And that precise moment, he knew. 

Dean Winchester’s heart was hit with the speed and violence of a bullet. Everything stopped for a second as the impact cut his breath. 

She had invited that other him in her bed, that man that was him without even being close to being him. She had taken her clothes and given her precious body to that stranger, all her secrets. She had let him sink inside her core, her legs spread for him, her mouth on his lips, breathing the air he breathed. She had let him mark her with his sweat and smell and cum.

Doing that, without even knowing it, she had loaded her gun, pointed slowly at his heart, and pulled the trigger.

And so Dean’s heart broke on that corridor, that invisible heartbreak blood spattered everywhere. He put a hand on his mortal wound, and he had to lean on the wall not to fall on his knees… 

Part 2 will be edited (tomorrow) in @roonyxx​‘s blog

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Unfortunately for her, she's got another thing coming to her for all the crimes she's committed thus far.

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Warning for mention of violence and threatening PAABITB is now threatening the person who has her old url. On her main she said to report them, but on her side account she straight up wrote that she will punch them and slit their throat...

Typical pee girl behavior. Awww doesn't she know that kind of threat will bite her in the butt one day? And, no, this isn't a baseless threat.

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Out of curiosity, what do each of the boys parents look like? I know Everett’s mom has pink hair, but I don’t know much about the other parents. Lots of love for the games and devs ❤️❤️

Everett’s Dad: He’s very tall with a wide, heavy, and muscular build. He’s white with lightly sun-tanned skin. His hair is dirty blond in a super short buzz cut. His eyes are blue. He wears full suits for most days. He wears glasses.

Everett’s Mom: She’s short with a soft and pudgy frame. She’s has a peachy skin tone. Her hair is short, medium pink, and usually tied up in a small bun on the top of her head. Her eyes are also medium pink. She wears a lot of matronly looking aprons and dresses.

Nate’s Dad: He’s average height with a fit frame. He has a medium black skin tone. His hair is short, reddish-brown, and has tight curls. He has a goatee. His eyes are also reddish-brown. He usually wears suits, but keeps them unbuttoned and somewhat casual.

Nate’s Mom: She’s average height with a fit frame. She has a dark black skin tone. Her hair is long, black, naturally curly though she sometimes straightens it. Her eyes are dark purple. She wears pant suits and keeps every piece in proper order. She needs eye correction and pretty much always wears contacts instead of glasses.

Shiloh’s Dad: He’s a bit above average height with a pretty muscular build. He’s white with a dark sun-tanned skin tone. His hair is medium length, a bit curly, and it’s a very light red color. He has a thin beard. His eyes are dark gray. He mostly wears t-shirts with a jacket and jeans.

Shiloh’s Mom: She’s average height with a solidly fit build. She has a light peachy skin tone with faded freckles on some parts of her body. She has brown, shoulder length, curly hair. Her eyes are light blue. She usually wears cute sweaters and scarves with plain pants or skirts.

Bae’s Dad: He’s somewhat short with a sort of chubby frame. He has a light olive skin tone. His hair is brown, goes to the shoulders, and neat kept. His eyes are dark brown. He usually wears business attire that’s not as formal as a complete suit.

Bae’s Mom: She’s average height with a thin looking frame. She has a medium olive skin tone. Her hair is purple, short, and styled in a bob. Her eyes are light purple. She wears plain button-down shirts or blouses with simple skirts on most days. She wears glasses sometimes. Other times she uses contacts.  

Jeremy’s Dad: He’s average height with a scrawny build. He has a pale white skin tone. His hair is bright orange and it’s short, straight, and always neatly brushed. His eyes are light brown. He wears a lot of simple button-down shirts and jeans. He wears glasses.

Jeremy’s Mom: She’s somewhat tall with a small, but fit , frame. She’s white with sun-tanned skin. Her hair is dark green and it’s very short/choppy. Her eyes are dark brown. She tends to wear flannel with overalls or jeans.

Pran’s Dad: He’s very tall with a slender build. He has light white skin tone. His hair is silver, long, and curls at the ends. He also usually has stubble. His eyes are light gray-green. He usually wears comfortable, loose fitting, clothing pieces that are made of soft material.  

Pran’s Mom: She’s very tall with a thick and curvy build. She has a dark brown skin tone. Her hair is very dark brown, long, thick, and a bit wavy. Her eyes are dark green. She pretty much always wears stylish dresses.

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1. name?

nadya :) and im very particular about it being spelled correctly. I hate seeing my name spelt with an i, especially when my name is right there for that person to see.

2. nickname?

with my friends it’s nadz

with my family it’s nadoushka, nadoush, doushka, doushdoush 

3. zodiac sign?

leo biisssshhh my birthday is saturday (moon: virgo, rising: sagittarius)

4. height?

5’6 :) 

5. languages?

english and arabic (shami is the main, I understand egyptian pretty well, and I know phrases in kuwaiti mainly from my cousins). more fluent in english obvi. I understand arabic more than I speak. I can read and write in arabic. 

6. nationality?

american. ugh. 

7. favorite seasons?

winter and spring! although I love fall and summer in WA. the colorful trees in the fall peaking through evergreens and douglas firs *chefs kiss*

8. favorite flowers?

dahlias and hydrangeas 

9. favorite scents?

the smell of bread baking, orange blossom water, cinnamon buns straight out of the oven, P I E, smell after rain, coffee, this one is weird but the smell of lion’s mane (melibe leonina) nudibranch. it’s literally written in marine species books as smelling as citrus or sometimes watermelon jolly ranchers. I shit you not. 

10. favorite colors

teal, peachy orange, olive green, lilac

11. favorite animals

blue whales, narwhals, abalone, octopuses, skates, manta rays, whale sharks, otters, red pandas, cats, dogs, hedgehogs 

12. favorite fictional character?

I don’t think I have a favorite. I loved everyone on the good place. also schitt’s creek. 

13. coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?

all of them lol 

14. average amount of sleep?

uhhhhh 7-8 hours?

15. dogs or cats?

both

16. average amount of blankets you sleep with?

one, just my duvet and I guess the sheet under it too

17. dream trip?

a liberated palestine. but also I would love to visit south america, east asia, ireland (they love palestinians lol), new zealand, australia 

18. blog established?

2012. I was 15. been here far too long

19. followers?

1,961. did those follower trains in high school lol remember those

20. random fact?

Some sharks lay their eggs in what’s called a mermaids purse (skates (cousins of rays) also do this). It’s basically this singular rectangular pouch that looks like you blew air into it and then sealed the edges so there’s an air pocket in the middle. Inside of that there is what straight up looks like an egg yolk inside which is what the shark grows from and gets nutrients from. Now the coolest mermaids purses I’ve seen are from horn sharks. They are twisted pouches. TWISTED. AND IT COMES OUT OF THE FEMALE LIKE THAT!!! Look it up horn shark eggs. The females then will take those twisted pouches and basically drill them into the sand or a rock or any crevice to protect the eggs from predators. Pretty fucking cool!!! 

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