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lying-on-floors · 2 months ago

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Ymir and Marco sibling headcanons:

Ymir is 2 years older than Marco

They're very close, like twins

They got matching undercuts when Marco turned 18. Ymir said it was a "right of passage" because she didn't want to admit that she wanted to match hair with her little brother before he left for college, even though it was only 2 hours away.

Speaking of college, Ymir visits him as often as she can, she'll pick him up from class and they'll go out to eat or to the mall or something, just to spend time together.

Ymir lovingly teases him for his taste in men, especially since he's currently dating Jean, his best friend since middle school, but she can't really talk because she's always been a simp for Historia.

Historia sets up double dates for herself, Ymir, Marco and Jean.

They were both called freckles by their cousin because he genuinely could not tell them apart for the longest time. Eventually, he was able to realize who was who.

They both tan very easily but their respective partners DO NOT.

Ymir always protected Marco from bullies and he would always treat any wounds she got.

Ymir is openly a little shit and it surprises people that Marco and her are siblings because they seem so different, but catch Marco on an off day, and he sounds just like her, profanity and all.

Ymir taught Marco to wrestle and fight growing up. He could easily knock out anyone who tried him, but he chooses not to.

Ymir and Marco has matching braided yarn bracelets they made as kids.

When Marco told Ymir that he and Jean were dating, she said "finally" and threatened Jean to not hurt her brother. He mentally shit himself, he was so scared.

Marco is one of the people Ymir respects and would do anything for.

Marco will call anyone out on their bs and Ymir will back him up. Marco is the talk and Ymir is the walk.

They're both kind of bitchy.

Ymir was always taller than Marco growing up but once theh hit puberty, they pretty much evened out their heights. Until, Marco grew a few inches during his Junior year. She was stuck at 5'8 and Marco shot up to 6'0.

Marco joked about majoring in law and order and becoming a criminal defense lawyer so he could keep her out of life jail sentences. He majors in forensic science instead, with a focus on criminal psychology.

Ymir is a housewife to Historia and she is quite happy. Marco teases her about it bc Ymir used to always claim, "no one will tether me to house work," yet, her she is. Turns out she's okay with being a home maker as long as it's with her lesbian lover.

Ymir and Marco made a sideshow to convince their mom to get them a dog when they were little. It worked. They got a golden retriever puppy and named her "Bowie," because she had a bow on her collar.

Marco had a situationship gone bad when he was a freshman in high school. Ymir enlisted the help of Jean to get revenge.

Ymir and Marco share their closets back home. People think they have matching shirts or sweaters but no, they just steal em from one another, back and forth.

Marco got called "brace face" one time in middle school and Ymir beat the kids ass so bad that he had to get braces. She was suspended and sent to anger management, but no one bothered Marco again. Anyone who did would be unfortunate.

Marco got into a fight one time and beat the guys ass so bad. He didn't even let him get up. Ymir was so proud.

Marco and Historia have "scary guard dog privileges" during their outingd with Jean and Ymir, but they can handle themselves just fine.

Marco had Reiner as a classmate in his English class during high school and Ymir bullied him so bad because he used to date Historia, before she came out as a lesbian, that is. Marco feels bad because he only had two friends and Marco is just a sweet guy.

Jobs Ymir quit = Jobs Ymir got fired from. She would tell Marco what places were worth applying for and which ones weren't.

They have the same nervous twitch. [Scratching under their right ear]

They're both not leaders, but they are good at organizing, revolts in Ymir’s case, and general crowds in Marco's case.

Ymir used to do ballet. She still does, but only in her spare time.

Marco taught himself to play electric bass because he had a crush on Pete Wentz, Fall Out Boys bassist.

Marco and Ymir are both huge into civil rights and are advocates.

Marco is good at comforting people, and Ymir is not. It's a running inside joke between them that no one else gets.

They watched Little Miss Sunshine together when it came out and they sobbed during it.

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dailydragon08 · 1 year ago

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I saw Crimson Peak on your list and got excited because Charlie Hunnam's character often gets overlooked! I wonder if you'd have some little fluff about him (fall/gothic aesthetics would be most welcome)

I'm so glad to find another Alan fan! He's really an underrated character in the film. I'm a little brain dead due to some health issue flare ups at the moment, so hopefully a list of headcanons is okay:

Alan loves your spooky/gothic aesthetic when it comes to your clothes. Even though other people thought it made you stick out like a sore thumb, it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place.

When fall rolls around, he 100% helps you go all out with the decorations and proudly wears matching cozy sweaters with you (were sweaters a thing in his time period? Not sure, but we're gonna roll with it).

I'm not 100% sure when Halloween became close to the thing it is now, but it's my fav holiday, so again, we're gonna roll with it. He loves watching you put so much care and love into either choosing or making a costume and loves to match you once the holiday approaches. He'll help you dress up the outside of your house or porch to draw trick or treaters, dresses up with you, and loves helping you pass out candy. In between trick or treaters, he's so happy to just sit on the porch and talk to you.

If you'd rather throw a costume party, he's completely on board for that too. He's helping you hang the decorations that go up high and insists on lifting anything heavy for you. If you're a handmade decoration/costume kind of person, he's showering your work in compliments and will be over the moon if you make something for him.

Speaking of costumes, he lets you go all out on any spooky facepaint/makeup that will complete his look.

He loves taking fall walks with you and thinks it's adorable when you purposely walk on the fallen leaves to get that satisfying crunch and will do it with you. Anyone watching might think you two are being childish, but you're too busy having fun crouching leaves and giggling with him.

He's always making sure you bundle up enough - he is a doctor after all and wouldn't want you to catch a cold. But of course if you do, he's there to the rescue and insists on taking expert care of you. If you don't have or didn't bring a good enough coat, he'll offer up his (never mind the fact that he's risking a cold himself; "don't worry, I'm a doctor, I'll nurse myself back to health in no time").

He becomes an expert hot chocolate/tea/coffee (whatever your preference is) maker just for you and will make the coziest set up by the fireplace with hot drinks, blankets, and whatever books/hobbies you two enjoy together.

I can totally see him also being the type to plant some apple trees in his backyard pre-relationship specifically so he can learn to make cider and bring it to you as a way to impress you.

If you know how to knit or crochet and make him some gloves or a sweater for the incoming cold season, he gives you the biggest puppy eyes when you give them to him. He'll treat them like gold and hardly ever has them away from his person.

He never knew much about the gothic aesthetic before he met you, but is fascinated by it once you introduce it to him - especially if he visits your house and it's designed/decorated in that style - and thinks it's gorgeous.

If he sees something in a shop that he thinks you'd like that would match your love of all things fall and/or goth, he'll buy it for you without hesitation and be so cute and bashful about giving it to you.

He won't hear a word if anyone tries to insult your style and reminds you he thinks you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Neufmode Han

This pensive cutie is inspired by an airy and atmospheric photo shoot, for Neufmode Style Magazine.

We're lucky enough to have a video from this, so let's roll the footage:

Here's the photo that inspired this fig:

This shoot is like a soft, breezy Parisian spring morning. I really love those green drapey pants of his - I would totally buy those. They look elegant and flowy and very comfy. The watercolor jacket looks beautifully soft and almost impressionistic with the rest of the outfit, especially with the light ombre sweater under it.

Zhehan always has such a presence in his modeling shots. I don't know how to describe it except by saying there's a lot of soul to it - you never get the sense that he's just a pretty face, or simply "model as coat hanger" that some designers employ.

This shot is still up on Neufmode's official Instagram page (dated May 9, 2020), but it looks like they gave up on the gram after posting a couple more shots (of purses) sporadically after. Might as well quit at the top!

The set arrived with the two pieces separate. This chair is a bit bigger in scale than say, the tiny folding Adirondack chair Zhehan has in the camping figs set, so it actually worked out better than I thought it would.

The fig maker went with kind of a dashed line pattern for his jacket, which seems a bit scratchy of a look but probably makes sense given the difficulty it might take to replicate what is a surprisingly involved pattern.

And here he is! Sitting pretty. I put a little bit of putty on the seat and it's all level and sturdy and works out beautifully.

Tousled hair is always a good look on Zhehan, and the fig maker captured it really nicely here I think. Previous to this fandom, I've always thought men's toy figures and dolls were sadly limited and rather boring with just plain short hair (says a person growing up seeing GI Joe and He-Man figures as a kid), but as in many things, my eyes have been opened.

These shots have good views of his silver earring as well. This angle also highlights how well proportioned this fig is in terms of modeling - the chair looks just right, and he's leaning back at a casual but not sloppy angle. Zhehan has such exquisitely beautiful posture that even when he's slouching a bit, he still looks quite elegant.

I'm really pleased with how well this fig sits in this chair. Fig physics! I wish I was anywhere nearly approaching the level of Chinese ability (as I look forlornly at my Master HSK Level 1! workbook) that would allow me to interview a fig maker / fig factory.

I like how you can actually still see the casual-but-elegant lean even from this angle.

I do really enjoy these new three-quarter side shots! I feel like I'm taking a tour around the fig.

There we go! I must admit I like Zhehan's original black hair the best, but the colors are also a fun change-up. He looks great in everything.

The tousled mop of hair! A nice view of his casually resting hands too.

I love the box card with the playful puppy! We all know who that jumping pup is.

And, you're getting a spoiler for the rest of these figs in this (individually sold) set! What fun. I'll do them next.

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 238

Scene Count: 18

Rating: Relaxation for the soul

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

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pawsitivevibe · 2 years ago

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I am taking 2 and a half weeks off with the puppy. Unfortunately I had less paid vacation days left than I thought, so I'm taking some unpaid leave. I'll have some time in those weeks for sewing, I think, so I thought I might try to recoup some of the lost income by making stuff to sell.

I'll do a little push to try to get some dog jammies orders, but it is getting to the end of the season ... Still, maybe someone has waited and still wants some! I was thinking I might also try to make a lot of premade things I could sell locally and online. My ideas so far:

Double-sided fleece mats

Patchwork crate mats

Fleece dog toys

Tug toys

Fleece-lined dog collars

Snoods

Snuffle mats / other snuffle toys

Resin kennel tags

Fleece dog jackets and towel robes in "standard" sizes

I do want to make time for all the personal sewing I've been meaning to do, namely:

Fleece sweaters for my sister and Tom that will double as more human sweater examples for whenever I'm able to offer matching dog/owner sweaters

Dog jammies with zippers for easy on/off prototypes

New sweater for Leia because my mom keeps asking for another

"Grow with me" puppy sweater prototype

Kennel cover made of flat ribbons

A million snoods for puppy

I also might see about making a bunch of hoops for Hoopers because I do have students who would be interested in buying premade ones. We see.

In any case. I think I have some decent ideas for stuff that might go over well if I got a table to vend at small craft fairs or dog events. I also think selling premade items in Etsy would be easier than when I had my custom sweater listings. The custom stuff was kind of a nightmare to do without actually discussing with the person. I think "limited" premade stuff could be cool. I follow a few makers that do only premade niche dog collars, and I kind of love how convenient their business model seems lol.

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customsweaterproducer · 6 months ago

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saranohrn · 10 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: J. JILL Puppy V Neck 3/4 Sleeve Novelty Sweater Boxy OverSize Fine Gauge Knit.

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dangerphd · 8 months ago

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if *you* need to ask for custom sweater measurements from a long distance favorite puppy, I have found this guide from Franklin Habit to be supremely useful! Rosamund's sweater was knit, but the schematic is obviously good for any type of maker. 😊

pic id:

pen drawing of a dog outline in profile abover, and facing the viewer below, with the following anatomy labeled

A. Neck (with collar)

B. Collar to end of ribs, measured along chest

C. Chest circumference

D. Waist circumference

E. Space between forelegs (across chest)

F. Neck (at collar) to shoulder

G. Chest to waist

H. Circumference of leg

I. Outside width of leg

Dog Sweater

This will be delivered to my parents this weekend when I go home for a family dinner. They have a great dane who is too big for a lot of store-bought sweaters (they're usually too short) so I made one to his measurements. This will be delivered with the dog collar from the other day.

I was going to wash and block this first, but I didn't get around to it so my parents will have to wash it on their own.

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bunnyyamor · 2 years ago

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having simon away for so many months has made u lonely and miss him. but all of a sudden; he’s home, tired and exhausted. u know exactly how to make him relaxed.

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you stared out the window, sipping coffee in your sweater as you reminisced on memories of you and your simon. your eyes landed on a tree, sensing the wind picking up. you loved simon but loving him was hard and you knew he struggled as well. lovers were meant to be together, to see each other, holding, kissing, conversing. you missed that when he was gone and you knew he missed you too from letters and just knowing simon so well. you knew he was doing what was best, fighting, he was the one sacrificing but you felt you were sacrificing as well. you were sacrificing your man, sacrificing the feeling of always, all the time being comforted. instead, you embraced loneliness as your friend. and yet all of those ups and downs, you still needed simon, you still wanted to be his girl. you didn’t want it any other way.

you fogged up the window and drew a heart on it, putting your initials and simon’s. “i miss my baby.” you pouted as you took your phone out and saw the wallpaper on it was you kissing his cheek. he was so rough around the edges and you were his escape. your personality was sweet, happy go lucky, that is probably why you two meshed so well together. you were the misses that brought him back down to earth, that made him feel safe, loved. he was the bull and you were the china shop.

“hopefully daddy can be here soon,” you patted your puppies ears. every time you saw your dog you saw simon because simon had him trained so he would protect you when he was gone.

simon was said to be back in a couple months. for some reason that seemed like years to your ears. you were always wanting that maybe he could get back sooner, the door opening to him all dirty, dusty, needing a shower but here, present.

outside was finally raining. it was a gloomy day and for some reason that made you feel more alone. “i sometimes hate the fuckin rain.” you muttered. you thought about what you said and laughed out loud to yourself. boy did you sound like your man. he was rubbing off on you already.

you read the time and saw it was getting late. you still needed to shower and do your 10-step skin care routine. the memory of simon teasing you about your steps made you smile. how you missed your brit. you wrapped yourself in your sweater and was about to head into your room when you heard the door to your home creak. the doorknob jiggling. your dog ran straight for the door, making sure you were behind him as he barked non-stop. the person at the door wouldn’t stop. if this was someone trying to sell something or a stranger they wouldn’t be so persistent on getting in. quickly you head to your wardrobe and from the drawer you retrieve your handgun. simon had gifted it to you a couple months into you two dating. legs apart, gun pointed straight for the door, you waited for the intruder to get in. they were about to have a bullet between their eyes and meet their maker.

finally, the door opened, and in quickly stepped-

“simon?” you questioned.

simon wiped his boots on your welcome mat, he was drenched from the rain. his eyes hadn't met yours yet but when they did you could tell he was smiling under his balaclava from the way his eyes crinkled. “good girl.” his voice sounded tired.

“oh baby,” you dropped your gun and ran to him. everytime he came home you cried. cried that he was safe and really in your arms. simon always said you were very emotional. even though simon was tired he still accepted your running form and picked you up in his arms. “hello, love.”

“i missed you.” you embraced him, not caring if he smelled of sweat and dirt. you kissed his masked covered cheek. then, gently, you lifted it up and took it off him. to think you were the few people to see his beautiful face. his eyes softened. you could tell there were so many things he wanted to say but there wouldn’t be enough time. “i’ve missed you more, baby.”

your clean, soft hands caressed his stubble that was growing perhaps because of the length of the trip back home. your plump lips landed on his rough ones. it felt so perfect kissing him. something you were missing was finally here again. you didn’t want to ever stop kissing him. you wanted him to truly know how much you loved him. you wrapped your hands around his head to deepen the kiss. your tongue lightly licked his lips and you felt a pinch on your side. “oww,” you chuckled, knowing what simon was talking about.

“naughty girl,” he growled, making you throw your head back in laughter. “you know what you do to me.”

“you’ve been a good boy right?” you joked, hopping out of his arms and leading him back to the room.

“if you’re asking if i’ve cheated on you, my love, the answers no. i couldn’t, haven’t gotten the time.”

your smile disappeared and instead you wore a scowl. “ha ha very funny,” rolling your eyes.

simon smirked as he gave a deep chuckle, “i knew you would get mad. i like seeing you lose your temper.”

“yeah, don’t have much patience nowadays. besides, i get grumpy if someone were to touch my man.”

“don’t worry, darling. i’m all yours.”

you felt this happiness deep within your heart. the whole that was there when he left was filled now just seeing him. you felt bad however to see him so tired.

he stood before the mirror, ready to take his uniform off.

“no babe. let me.” your eyes looked up at him through your lashes. “let me take care of you.” you immediately started to take off his boots, so gingerly. his eyes never left yours. it expressed so much love for you. he was a man of few words but his look said enough. he appreciated you and cherished you so much.

you finally were to his uniform shirt. half lidded, having to feel his skin, you gently lifted it above his head. he always caught your breath. he was very fit, and had chest hair. you could feel your body warm up as his chest was inches away from your face. simon put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up. your eyes flashed to the scars he had on his chest. they made you worried because each had a story, a story that might have ended so differently. your nails delicately grazed each one.

“it’s not as bad as it looks,” simon said jokingly.

each deserved love. so you kissed one scar, then the next. eyes closed as you gave a peck to each scar.

you noticed simon’s breathing was quickening and he was groaning. both of you were touch starved and were in need of each other. “fuck,” simon mumbled, as his head hung back. “i need you, love. i don’t know how long i can hold back.”

“i know, baby. i want to show you i appreciate all you do. let me take care of you. relax.”

“that’s easier said than done. especially when you’re kissing me like that. you know how many nights i dreamed about you. nights where i wish i was between your thighs, or i was inside you. this feels like a dream right now.”

you kneeled down in front of his already excited cock. you could see the tent in his pants. “you poor thing. and that’s why i promise you, i’ll make sure you get me on the daily.” you winked.

you got him to take his pants off so now he was just a dusty simon with his briefs on. you gulped at seeing his thick thighs. you loved to sit on that lap, they were so strong his legs, and made you weak.

“eyes up here, darling.” simon raised a brow.

you stuck your tongue out. “i wasn’t looking at anything that wasn’t mine.”

“possessive aren’t we?” simon’s hands raised and caressed your hair.

“now, since you haven’t had a proper, deserving shower in a while, with warm water. i am going to give you a bath, so get fully naked while i go put on some candles.”

“love, you don’t need to do all that. i just want you.” simon was almost begging. he loved how you were particular with detail and you wanted to do so much for him but he didn’t need none of that. he has been non-stop thinking about you. his hands made grabby hands for yours.

“don’t worry. i’ll be quick.” you sprinted to the bathroom. putting a robe and soft comfortable matching pajamas that matched with yours on the counter for him. you put the candles on that smelled like vanilla and turned the shower on so it was warm for him. you played some slow, sensual music on alexa. “ok, this looks good!” you smiled big.

you turned around to see simon leaning against the door frame. he was watching you the whole time. you felt a lump in your throat however when your eyes drooped down to his hanging cock. it was thick just like the rest of him. seeing him like this made you want to forever lock him up and never have to share him.

“don’t worry. he misses you too.”

you licked your lips, simon always made you speechless. you opened the shower door for him. with a walk you always loved, so manly, he walked inside. you took a good look at his ass, thanking god he had cake. he was so fine!

the moment his skin made contact with the warm water he groaned. all the black grime was dripping down his skin into the drain. little by little his skin was showing, clean. his eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling as his hands wandered all over his wet skin. your eyes widened, entranced. he noticed you were staring so he decided to play with you. his thick fingers wrapped around his cock, shaking it and stroking it. “fuck, i wish someone would help me out with this. any volunteers, love?”

you knocked out of the trance and rolled your eyes. “make room in there. i’m coming.”

“i was anticipating that.”

as you entered, fully naked, you walked into the water. shower head drenching your hair. you got wet first then got some soap that smelled like perfume. you knew that simon was watching so with an evil idea you lathered the body wash all around your breasts. each stroke causing them to jiggle. you rubbed circular motions around your nipples and picked each breast up cleaning under. you squished them together, really cleaning them. your could swear you heard him curse under his breath, “yeah, baby just like that. fuck me.”

you dragged the soap down to your pussy, playing with your lips. you then gathered that and went to your ass, spreading your ass apart, playing with each cheek.

“mmmm,” you heard his grumble and heard him playing with his cock. you loved playing for him.

you moaned as you bent over to reach your legs. you knew he was behind you , getting a good look at all of you. he thought you looked like a siren. your skin was wet and your hair was soaked. eyelashes thick from the water. you looked like a beautiful vision. you were his dream girl.

he couldn't take it anymore. he needed to touch you. he put more of your body wash on his hands and stood skin to skin behind you. you felt on your ass his standing cock. it was sticky with pre-cum. “oh hi baby. i forgot you were here.”

“sure. i really don’t find it fair that your fingers are getting more action than me.”

you giggled but then it turned into a moan as his soapy hands reached to your breasts. “i’ll help you clean.”

“n-no. that’s my, job.” you bit your lip, trying not to let him take control as you wanted him to relax.

“listen baby, i like pleasing my woman. let me.” he breathed into your ear as his fingers played with your nipples. pinching them and rolling the bud then dipping lower to your cunt. his thick middle finger delicately tickled between your lips. it was light but made you get excited. “even with this shower blasting on both of us, i can still feel how wet you are.”

“fuck,” you huffed.

simon spread your pussy lips apart and traced your clit. rolling it then flicking it. “nnnn, simon. i-fuck-i want to make you feel good.”

simon couldn't take it anymore. he had been away from you for so long. he needed to be inside you.

he forcefully turned you around. the height difference was so much that he towered over you. his fingers cupped your cheeks as he dipped down to take your lips into his mouth. his tongue came out, lashing against yours and your teeth.

“mmmm simon. fuck me.”

“i love you so much, darling.” simon said between kisses. “fuck, i don’t know what’d i do without you.”

you were on your tiptoes as your tongues fought. you licked the inside of his mouth. simon became feral, growling like an animal as he lifted you up by behind your knees. your legs against his head so you could not go anywhere and you were opened up for him. without even preparing yourself simon entered into you. you hadn't had him this whole time and no toy could equal up to his size so you felt your tightness being ripped.

“good girl. i can tell this pussy missed me. it hasn’t had me in a while.” he chuckled.

“fuck me simon. oh fuck.” you breathed as he sunk into you. you slowly took him all the way in. you felt so full, missing him, missing each crevice and feeling of him. simon nodded as he lifted you back and then slammed into you again. “ahhhh. shit! mmmm feels s’good.”

your half lidded eyes saw his biceps strong, his muscles moving with each thrust. his tattoo entranced you. “ooh baby.”

“that’s it doll. give it to me.” he grunted with each pounding. he lifted you up and down, his cock dragging inside you, wetting you each time. you felt each vein, felt him so fully inside you. his movements and making you bounce went faster each second. his balls coming up to slap your sensitive pussy. he was so strong to carry you and fuck you. you just held onto him, not able to move as you took each beating your sensitive pussy could handle.

“you like that, darling?” simon gritted between his teeths. his forehead rested against yours as he switched and put you against the glass window. “that pussy taking all of me. what a good girl.”

“ugh, m’fuck! that’s it baby.” your arms came up to hold onto the glass. the feeling of the cold glass shooting up your back. both contrast of his hot body entering into you. simon grabbed onto your hands up high, pinning you against the glass as he powered inside you. non-stop, wanting you to scream on his cock.

“ahhh simon, i’m not gonna be able to. i’m gonna fuckin cum!”

“ooh, you sound dirty. who taught you how to speak that way?” simon smirked, already knowing the answer.

the way his cock angled to hit your g-spot. he reached so deep you thought you felt him in your stomach. his hips rolled with each thrust. you felt your pussy lips stretching to take more of him. his white cream producing more as it mixed with your juice. his cock dripping with your cum. it was making a white ring at the base of his cock. “fuckin shit. fuck, fuck, fuck. that’s it y/n, take my cock. take it all. i’m gonna fuckin cum.”

you held his head still and looked into his eyes, “fuckin cum for me simon. i want you to cum inside me. please fill me up, mmm.”

that’s all simon needed to hear. he was exhausted and just emptied inside of you. seeing his veins protruding from squeezing out his seed and hearing his hearty moan made you also come undone. he fucked you still as your pussy pulsed around him, clenching around his shaft as you came. your juices dripping down your legs. “fuck, baby.” you gave a tired smile. you were sore now and we're definitely going to feel it tomorrow.

“you felt so good, darling. so tight for me.” simon kissed you again.

“i don’t think i can walk,” you laughed as you tried but your legs were wobbly.

simon stood behind you and held you still, holding you up. “i’ve missed you so much. i missed feeling you.” simon was vulnerable with you. his hands went around your torso from behind and kissed behind your neck. “i never want to leave you, my love.”

angel’s little words - this man literally makes my kitty into a knot like he has it purring. my mind is flooded w him and all that cake! It’s my first ghost fic so pls don’t hate me if u hate it ok! i was nervous to post about him bc idk if I got him correct but I did rlly enjoy writing him. Also bc he has so many edits of him w the song wine pon you by doja I wrote this w that song on repeat teehee.

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imaginedreamwrite · 3 years ago

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You, Always You: Part 10

There was a pausing break between the knock on the door and your daughter babbling as she reached for the simple strings woven through the seam of the hood of your sweater. Her soft sounds were mirrored by your own as you cooed softly at her, bouncing her on your hip as you waited for the door to be opened.

You’d taken an uber to the Brooklyn home Steve’s mom lived in after Mrs. Cooper had informed you that she had a last-minute opening for a doctor’s appointment, and she couldn’t watch Noelle. Of course, in that same breath and with a bubbling, bursting smile on her face, she informed you that in her stay, Sarah Rogers would be watching Noelle while you and Steve went on your date.

It wasn’t a surprise that Mrs. Cooper and Sarah Rogers were mischief-makers. However, this seemed to be a new level of connivery, even for the two old friends.

“I know, baby.” You hummed, tightening her little jacket around her front, just managing to fix the zipper when you heard footsteps coming from your right.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you know you don’t have to knock.” Sarah Rogers preened as she came around the side of the house instead of the front, as you anticipated.

“Mrs. Rogers,” you turned your head, and watched her approach in a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain cotton shirt with the logo of your old high-school splashed across the front, “hi. I’m sorry if I had known-“

“Don’t worry about it, honey. Come into the garage.” She waved her hand, dismissing your worry. You had shifted Noelle to the other hip and rest your hand upon the tail for balance before you turned to the left and stepped off the path and onto the driveway.“God, she’s beautiful.”

“She is.” You spoke with pride bouncing her lightly on your hip as you brushed her wispy hair behind her ear. “She’s talking a bit more. She knows a few words.”

“Are you talking, sweetheart?” Sarah cooed and clapped her hands, the sound pulling a giggle from Noelle. “I bet you’re saying, mama.”

“Ma-ma.” Noelle grabbed the sides of your sweater and yanked, her wide eyes boring into yours and her smile growing wide, the few teeth she had poked through her gums.

“Yeah, mostly mama.” You rested your hand on her cheek and brushed your thumb back and forth in a soft circle. “She can say puppy too.”

“Ma-ma,” Noelle spoke again, some drool spilling from her lips onto her coat, her hands reaching for the strings of your sweater again.

“She’s teething,” Sarah commented, watching Noelle let go of your sweater to reach for her, her fingers curling and relaxing as she made the motion for ‘grabbing.’ “Sweetheart, you’re so pretty.”

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked again, jolting her gently as you readjusted her on your hip. You would ask a dozen more times before you left, you were sure, and any answer you got, that was likely a yet, would still make you doubt your decision.

It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have trusted Sarah Rogers to watch Noelle because Sarah Rogers was a woman who was remarkable in every sense of the word. However, you carried a sense of guilt by asking her to watch your baby so you could go out with her son. The whole situation was as complicated as it was convoluted, and the lingering sense of anxiety that you harboured, the guilt you felt from leaving your baby to enjoy yourself was thriving.

It had stemmed from the relationship with your ex; even before you had Noelle, he would make you feel terrible about spending any amount of money on yourself. He would chip away at any pleasure you got from going out with friends, from even considering picking up a paintbrush and doing what you lived. Your past had to be about him and him alone.

John always had to be the centre of attention, the focus of your whole world. You were the one who had to work and provide food, rent money, beer and smokes. You were the one who had worked yourself to the bone while he sat around being an ass, and the idea that you couldn’t have fun had stuck with you.

“Absolutely! Go and have fun! You don’t have to worry about a thing! Noelle and I are going to have fun.” Sarah had flashed you a smile and reassured you with her hand resting on your shoulder. “I have everything I need to take care of her. Don’t worry about a thing, alright?”

“Are you sure? I mean…diapers? A change of clothes besides what’s in the diaper bag? A sookie? A-“

“Y/N, I have got this, alright?” Sarah reached out and squeezed your hand, pressing her thumb into your palm

You could see him in the driver’s seat messing with a box, the furrow of his brown alluding you to believe he was frustrated. Your gaze lingered for a moment before he lifted his head, and your eyes met; the spark of electricity, even with the small amount of distance between you two, had your stomach flipping end over end.

“I don’t know….” You looked away from Steve’s vehicle as soon as he had gotten out, and you heard the door shut.

You could hear every step he took, each step matching the thrush of your blood pumping in your ears. Your hands had begun shaking, your nervous system feeling fried and had only increased tenfold when you felt the weight of his hand on the small of your back. Warmth had burst in you when his chest grazed your back, and the subtle notes of his cologne had tempted you to turn your head and muzzle your face into his broad chest.

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s voice yanked you from your mind blip, and your mouth had opened and shut with a snap, temporary panic ailing you when you realized that he had been speaking and you weren’t paying attention.

“What?” You tilted your head and looked up at him, then his mom. “Did you say something?”

“Have fun.” Sarah enunciated, reassuring you by squeezing your hand. “Enjoy yourself. When’s the last time you had a night off?”

Again, you had opened and closed your mouth with a snap.

“That’s what I thought. Go. Have fun.” Sarah shifted her attention from you to Steve, her lips twitching a tiny glint in her eye stemming from their shared penchant for mischief. “Don’t bring her back too early, Steve.”

“I promise, ma.”

“Wait,” you hesitated, “I should…I should leave you my number in case something happens. And if you need anything. And she’s teething-“

“Honey, honey, stop. Stop.” Sarah was gentle as she shushed you. “It’s okay. Noelle is going to be okay. You are going to be okay.”

There was a catch to your throat, and the struggle to breathe without crying was weighing on you. It has been so long since you had gone out for a night, to have fun or drink. Or go on a date.

You supposed the last time you had gone out was for those few hours when Mrs. Cooper watched Noelle so you and Steve could talk. Other than that one time, then those few hours, you had been so consumed with trying to work and parent, to pay off your mom’s medical bills and your student loans, you had left no time for yourself.

Steve’s hand had settled on your waist, his large and expansive palm radiating warmth. He had urged you with a single touch, with a soft and affectionate prod to pull you away from them both. You had glanced back at him, your eyes meeting over a long silence. His blue-green eyes had crinkled slightly in the corners as he smiled and prodded you again.

He was waiting for you to decide; he wasn’t pressuring you. Steve had kept contact with you, and you shivered against the warmth that was radiating and delightful in so many ways.

“Noelle will be okay.” He reassured you and then reached into the pocket of his double-breasted pea coat to pull out his cellphone and waved it twice. “I’ve got my phone; you have your phone. It’ll be okay.”

“Steve…” your hesitation lingered, and you had shifted your weight from foot to foot, glancing at your daughter as she leaned into Sarah.

“Trust me, okay?” He slipped his phone back in his pocket and grasped your hand in his, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. “Everything will be fine.”

Noelle looked just as comfortable with Sarah as she had you or Mrs. Cooper. She looked at ease as she played with Sarah’s shirt, her fingers gripping and grabbing the collar and twisting, her happy little sounds genuinely indicative of how content she was to be there.

And so had his patience. It hadn’t waned despite your split second, almost decision, to split and change your mind. He hadn’t held back his ability to coerce you into something you needed, and you had needed it.

“Come on, baby. We’re going to have fun. We’ll drink beer, eat fried food.” Steve motioned to the vehicle at the end of the drive with a turn of his head and shifted the hand at the small of your back, to your hip, his fingers flexing against your jeans. He was still waiting; he was still holding out for you to make the decision he knew you eventually would.

“Okay.” You sighed, still unsure about the idea of leaving for such a long time. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s go.”

The tug was gentle as the man who had led you away from the driveway to the vehicle at the end. The gentle prodding of him and his mom to get you to go out and enjoy yourself was something you greatly needed. You hadn’t turned back; you promised yourself you wouldn’t turn back and look at Noelle because the moment you had, you would change your mind again.

Instead, you stopped shy of the passenger’s side. You gazed at the interior of the vehicle, studying the onyx black leather and red stitching sprinkled throughout the vehicle's features and the touch screen that had been on and displayed the time and the current radio station he was listening to.

And beyond that, you had noticed a small wrapped gift sitting in the front seat, the delicate red bow atop a black box, with your name scrawled in gold ink.

“Are you getting in?” Steve questioned, peering over the top of the vehicle at you.

“You got me a gift?” You hooked your fingers under the handle and pulled, the latch clicking and the door propping open. You gently tugged on the handle to give you enough room to get into the passengers’ seat, and before you had sat, you’d picked up the black box with red ribbon from the seat and cradled it in your left hand. “You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to.” Steve cleared his throat and shifted in the driver’s seat, his blue-green eyes bouncing back and forth between the box in your hands and you, the subtle bite of his bottom lip as he leaned in closer and reached his hand across the console to rest against your own. “I’m not doing anything half-assed.”

“You never have.” You quipped, your lips twitching as a smile had been threatening to take the place of your pursed lips. Steve’s gaze roamed your face as he studied you, as he looked at every single one of your features and the contours of your face as if he was looking at you for the first time. He swore that every time he looked at you, every time he had cast his eyes upon you, it was as if he saw some breathtaking sight that he had never seen before.

It was as if he had been seeing in black and white his whole life until he met you.

“You have to wait until we get to the arena.” Steve glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, watching you draw your thumb and forefinger against the red bow, humming softly to yourself.

He had cared for you with great adoration until he had to turn away and start driving. When he had fixated his attention back to the windshield and had put the vehicle into gear, he had stolen another glance at you. You were beautiful; you were breathtaking in the simple attire you’d chosen for the casual date. The hoodie bearing the team colours for the NY Rangers and the matching toque had been ordinary and usual, nothing extravagant or elegant, and yet in its simplicity, it had made Steve even more attracted to you.

He would always be driven wild by you, whether that was in the office while you were dressed for the job or moments like now while you were dressed in something so innately casual with no makeup on and your hair pulled out of your face. He would always think you were the living embodiment of Aphrodite or some other perfect being because it was you.

His very heartbeat for you.

The drive to Maddison Square Garden was quicker than he anticipated. It had been filled with small talk as he drove the hour from Brooklyn to Manhattan, the lull kept at bay by the tiny snippets you’d tossed in about Noelle and her love of anything banana or the mess she had made when she got a hold of some talcum powder.

Steve had been happy to listen to you talk about her; he was eager to hear about the little girl who was your whole world, unbeknownst that you were Steve’s natural world. And when the hour had passed, and he at the arena and found a space, Steve had shifted into park and cut the engine before he turned toward you, and watched you glance out the window, the present still in your lap.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” He swallowed hard and drew his fingers across your cheek, revelling in the feeling of your skin against yours and the delightful beauty that surrounded you.

You were perfection in its entirety.

“Sure?”

“If you don’t, I will.” Steve brushed loose hairs behind your ear and trailed the pads of his fingers down your jawline and back again.

“Okay.” Your smile was small, and you had yanked once on the red ribbon, undoing the tender bow. As the sides had fallen into your lap, you lifted the box and removed the ribbon, tucking it into one of the cupholders of his vehicle, then lifted the top of the box off and set it to the side on top of the ribbon.

When you had looked back at the box and the contents inside, Steve had watched your face change entirely. He could see the subtle shift between emotions and the tremble of your bottom lip as you had yanked the sleeve of your hoodie over your hand and used the sleeve to wipe some residual tears before they had fallen from your eyes.

“Steve,” You bit down on your bottom lip, a sound mixed between a whimper and a cry had become trapped in your throat, “you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” Steve reassured you with three little words, and then he had brushed away your tears with the back of his forefinger as you tilted your head and leaned into his touch. “I remember you wearing that out senior year. Your mom got it for your birthday before you graduated and-“

“I lost it.” You gazed down at the bracelet in the box; the sleek and linked chain bracelet already had charms dangling down, the delicate and prettily coloured decorum each hailing a special meaning to you.

“I tried to get as close to the original-“ Steve had been silenced when you leaned over and gripped the front of his jacket and yanked him toward you, your lips crashing into yours.

The moment he felt your lips moving against his, he had groaned into the kiss and slipped one hand behind your head to rest at the nape of your neck, and the other was trying to push up the hem of your sweater.

His fingers danced across the expanse of your stomach as he had traced the waistband of your jeans, his fingers fiddling with the button until there was a subtle pop, and the loosened restriction granted him a little more access. Another groan had been ripped from his throat when he felt your tongue dragging across his bottom lip, and a surge of heat shot through him.

He had pulled you closer, making you lean over the console, and as you tilted your head to grant him more access, he had shifted once more, jerking to free his foot from where it had been caught on the peddle, and as he freed his foot, his elbow collided with the steering wheel and the horn had blared from the contact.

The two of you had jerked away from the intrusive sound, and you had fallen back into your seat in a bought of laughter, your hand covering your mouth to hide the quiet snorts as you reacted verbally to the moment. The two of you had been so busy feeling each other through a kiss, so oblivious to the world around you and the space you were in; it was only natural that something like that would have happened.

“Oh my god!” You laughed into your hands, the visceral amusement bringing you to the point of tears, and you had waved your hands in your face in an attempt to dry the remaining unshed salty drops. “Are you okay?”

Steve had rubbed the back of his neck, second-hand embarrassment rippling within him when a few people passing had glanced toward the vehicle and smirked at the two of you and the sound of his horn that had broken the moment.

“I’m fine.” He blushed deeply when he witnessed you holding your fingertips against your lips, clearly feeling the same spark of electricity that had surged through him. “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” A laugh had escaped you again, and you had turned your head to watch him as he watched you. Your eyes met, and you were captivated by each other. There was such an ease between the two of you that made every interaction seem perfect and blissful, despite the long period that kept you apart.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” Your compliment reduced Steve to a puddle in the driver’s seat and he had to avert his gaze, that same powerful blush as before dusting his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He had reached for the keys and yanked them from the ignition and slipped them into his jacket pocket, stealing a glance at you.

“You wanna go in?” Steve questioned, watching you put the lid back on your gift before you leaned forward and shoved it under the seat out of view.

“I haven’t been to a game in a long time.” You chirped, yanking your purse from the floor, and rested the strap on your shoulder before you got out of the vehicle and closed the door behind you. “Beer, fried food and a bunch of pro athletes skating around a rink chasing a puck.”

“We can go somewhere else?” Steve suggested, clicking the lock on his keys, then walked around the vehicle's front and walked beside you.

“No. I want to go. It’s perfect.” You brushed your hip against him after he had snaked his arm around your waist and had begun walking with you toward the front door to the building. “I would…even consider not going home tonight.”

Steve stopped walking and looked down at you, his eyes searching yours, that same rush of heat shooting through him.

“Are you sure? Noelle-“

“Your mom said she’s already sleeping. She sent me a text. And they say…you shouldn’t wake a sleeping baby….” You rubbed your hands together, bashfully suggesting the date go further than just the game.

“Baby, we don’t-“

“I don’t do anything half-assed either. And I…trust you.” You had lowered your walls again, letting him in piece by piece. “I want to.”

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dysthanasia-series · 1 year ago

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Dorian, Kinslayer, and Ollie.

Contents warnings for occasional swearing and brief mentions of sexual situations.

Left to right: PotatoLord's Persona Creator and commissioned art by rosieartsie

Dorian St-Ange

They/them

Human

Sagittarius 🏹

Nonbinary

Demiace/biromantic

Strengths: Dauntless optimism, social, charismatic, curious, talkative, always prepared, protective, compassionate, not easily intimidated

Weaknesses: Self-sacrificing peacekeeper, head gets lost in the clouds sometimes, blames themselves when things go wrong, way too comfortable bossing vampires around

Likes: Vampires, dinosaurs, romance, coats/jackets/sweaters, mangos and pineapples, snow (until they have to shovel it)

Dislikes: the Coven, mosquitos, minimalism, snobbery

Hobbies: Going to museums, reading trashy vampire novels, daydreaming, cooking/baking, keeping in touch with family and friends, distributing subversive literature/materials

Emotional Baggage: 6/10 for some Coven-related trauma. But strong family and community ties have helped Dorian become a well-rounded person

Affection: Touches creatures they shouldn't honestly 10/10

Friendship: Makes casual friends by the truckload, and will happily deepen a connection when interest/effort is mutual. Will always remember your birthday and is an amazing friend to have in your corner 10/10

Flirting: Interprets subtle attempts as friendliness, so being upfront is encouraged. Strongly prefers romantic gestures and being wooed. Is uncomfortable with spicier banter until they've established both emotional and physical attraction. 8/10

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Kinslayer (no it's not their real name, but if you play your cards right they just might tell you what is)

Any/all pronouns

Psychic vampire (class one)

???

Genderfluid

Pan/look, the romance thing is hard to gauge with half their soul torn out so let's not worry about labels

Strengths: Unstoppable killing machine, mind-reading, supernatural power/speed/abilities, no reflection/can't be filmed under normal circumstances, long lifespan full of experience, savior of the broken, beaten, damned, etc.

Weaknesses: Difficulty controlling destructive urges because of the whole tattered soul thing, cursed with a terrible fate, really hard to floss when they can't see themself in a mirror

Likes: Tacos, creators who leave a piece of themselves in their work, good tobacco, the little sounds humans make in their throats when someone pulls their heads back by the hair and kisses them

Dislikes: Hierarchies (esp divine ones), pearl-clutchers, the way history tends to repeat itself, bacon that isn't crispy

Hobbies: Mind-melding with animals, reading, music, avoiding their fate, adding to their motley assortment of unlikely friends now and then

Affection: They'll definitely pet somebody who's willing. Whether it could be called affection is a matter of perspective. Or taste 6/10

Friendship: It takes no small amount courage, but if you can pull it off Kinslayer is equally fantastic as protection from other monsters, a giver of sound advice, or somebody to just vibe with. 9/10 due to the lingering fact they'd want to eat your soul even more after becoming closer

Flirting: 10/10 if your thing is a) being a tad scared + turned on, b) a lover who could actually read your mind, and/or c) a dom who can do masc, femme, and more. They can go through the motions otherwise, but their hmmm heart won't be in it 6/10

PotatoLord's Persona Creator

Oleander "Ollie" Blume

She/her

Bloodborn

Scorpio 🦂

Trans

Lesbian/homoromantic

Strengths: Getting away with murder, survival, succeeding out of pure spite, pretending she doesn't care, shutting Renato up

Weaknesses: Misplaced loyalty, self-destructive, thinks she has no purpose outside of being a weapon, just all-around mean

Likes: Devil music, black lipstick, kittens/puppies/ducklings, being left the hell alone, making Mergus proud, outclassing Renato always

Dislikes: Cultists, patronizing shitheads, goodie-two-shoes, anyone who dares to disrespect Mergus

Hobbies: Learning new ways to kill things, video games (RPGs mostly), drawing, checking up on her sisters Violet and Lily's descendants

Affection: On par with a rattlesnake 2/10

Friendship: There are people who are useful to her, and those who aren't. Go ahead. Prove her wrong. She dares you 2/10

Flirting: 10/10 if you're into being yelled at by metal/goth girls. She can usually be civil long enough to pick someone up in a bar otherwise though 7/10

Dating sim /visual novel game but with my ocs. Because it's mandatory to get decadent and ridiculous with it once in a while.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #dating sim

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griffxnnage · 3 years ago

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pairing: james potter x gn!reader

word count: 0.7k

warnings: food, not proofread

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“james, i swear to god, if you don’t put that cookie down, i’ll hex you so hard-” you heard the skittering of feet becoming quieter and quieter as the quidditch player scurried away from the pan of still cooling cookies. that little giggling thief had been at it all day, sneaking little licks from the spoon - that you were still using, mind you - and snatching handfuls of chocolate chips. you’d always find yourself chasing him around the island, waving your wooden spoon like mad. of course, he was too quick and you had to just slow down, catch your breath and get back to baking.

the holiday spirit was strong with you during this time of year, and it came in full force this year. first day of december? the tree is up and the house is all lit up with hundreds of lights. poor james had to deal with carrying everything up from the basement, but come on, what wouldn’t he do for you? so, after all the decorations were put up, and their placement adjusted just the right amount of times, your house looked as festive and merry as ever.

when the two of you had come inside from decorating the outside of the house, both of your faces were frozen, and james’ face was as bright as a tomato. you had taken his cheeks in your hands and squished them, kind of like kneading some bread dough. that had reminded you that you had all the ingredients to make some fresh bread, and you hurriedly got all the things you needed to start baking. basically, it escalated from bread, to milk bread, to cupcakes, and then finally cookies of all sorts. you were just finishing up with the classic sugar cookie, waiting for them to cool so the two of you could ice them by the light of the christmas tree.

you heard snickering from around the corner and you whipped around to find that one of the cookies was missing. ‘that little sneak,’ you thought to yourself. you turned your back but kept the tray in your peripheral, just to see what he would do. and whaddya know, a red and green blur went by, the tray moving slightly at the sheer velocity of your partner. you dashed after that christmas sweater clad man, tossing your apron to the side, your hands still, thankfully, covered in flour. “james, you get your butt back here this instant!!” you yelled, hot on his tail.

he squealed, vaulting over the couch, stuffing the rest of the cookie into his mouth, crumbs falling onto his sweater. his giggled rang throughout the living room, bringing a smile to your face. “you little rascal, you were supposed to wait for those to cool!” you waved a flour covered finger at him. he mocked you, waving his finger overdramatically and sticking his tongue out. “oh, now you’ve done it,”

you leapt over the couch, and tackled him to the rug covered floor. you gently tapped at his face with your flour dusted hands, the white dust settling on his face in handprints. “oi!! watch it, you’ll damage the money maker!” his attempts were futile, but he wasn’t complaining. “this is something that would happen in one of our hallmark movies, isn’t it?” he looked up at you, the lights from the tree reflecting in his deep eyes. ‘absolutely breathtaking,’ you thought, your hand coming up to caress his locks, until he weakly slapped your hand away. “keep your floury paws out of my luscious locks, you little devil. no one messes with my hair-” you started scratching his scalp, and his eyes rolled back, and a smile bloomed on his face.

“you really are childish aren’t you, jamie? you asked his blissed out self. you swore that if you’d kept going, he would’ve started kicking his leg like a little puppy. “hey now, i’m not any sort of ‘ish’, i’m more refined than that. how about, childlike? that sounds more sophisticated, more couth, more- oi!!” you’d now started tickling his belly, and he desperately tried to get you to stop. the two of you continued your tickle fight, the now cool cookies long forgotten. it was just the two of you under the light of the christmas tree, and the warmth of the fire.

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writersblog20 · 3 years ago

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Love at first sight underneath the fairy lights.

Henry Cavill x reader

Not my gif! Creds to maker!

Summary: it’s your third date with the famous Henry Cavill and he gives you the best date in the world.

Warning: fluff! like serious cheesy romantic fluff.

Words: 1500

A/N I’m a sucker for romantic stuff.

Love at first sight underneath the fairy lights.

You got ready for your third date with the famous Henry Cavill. You always had a crush on the bear of a man and now you’re going on your third date! You couldn’t really believe it and yet here we are. He had asked you to put on some comfortable clothes like sweatpants and a sweater or something so you were really curious what he had in store for you.

The first date was a walk in the park with coffee and a picknick. The second date he took you out to a restaurant. And now you would go to his house. You took everything you needed with you and left. You knocked the door slightly anxious. You really liked Henry and it made you very nervous. He opened the door with a big smile which immediately calmed you down. He pulled you into a hug. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a sweater with slightly scruffy hair but you loved it.

“hi, come in, please.” He told you and took a step aside for you so you could get in. “I brought snacks” you said while holding up the bag. He chuckled and let you into his kitchen so you could put it down. “I love your house.” You looked around with big eyes. Kal came running into the kitchen to say hi. You crouched down and petted the Akita. Kal seemed to like you a lot which made you smile. “Okay Kal, don’t steal the gorgeous lady from me now.” Henry told the Akita and you felt your cheeks heat up and gave a shy smile.

“I got a surprise for you” he told you slightly anxious. “Do you trust me?” he asked while slightly chuckling. “I don’t know what you have in store but alright.” you answered. He placed his big hand in front of you eyes and let you, apparently, outside. He smelled his cologne and felt him close to your back and it made your heartrate speed up. “Almost there love. I’m going to remove my hands but I need you to keep your eyes closed” He let go of you and you already missed the warmth welcome of his body but did as you were told. “okay you can open your eyes now sweetheart.” You heard nervousness coming through his voice giving him away.

You opened your eyes and they immediately grew big. You looked around in awe. He put a couch outside with a tent over it and fairly light lit up his entire back garden. In the tent there was a tv and fairly lights in it too but a little more dim. It looked extremely romantic and cozy at the same time and you couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that someone would do this for you and yet there he was standing. You looked at Henry in surprise and he shuffled form one foot to the other, seeming a little nervous. “Henry…. This is amazing!” he looked up and you saw all the anxiety leave him as it got replaced with a big smile.

He stepped closer to you. “so you like it?” he teased with a big grin. “I love it!” he led you inside the tent and you saw snacks on the table and two beers. “I wanted you to feel special because you are.” You looked at him and he immediately corrected himself. “I mean in a good way of course! I eh am making a fool of myself right now.” he chuckled, looking a little embarrassed. You wrapped your arms around him and it took him by surprise but it calmed him down and he held you tightly. You looked up into his eyes. “ Henry this really is amazing. Nobody ever did something so romantic for me. Thank you!” you could see that he started to relax and he gave you a kiss on top of your head. “you deserve the best sweetheart.”

You both sat down on the couch and he got two blankets from his side. He placed a blanket over your shoulders tucking you in which made you chuckle and it gave him a warm smile on his face. he started the tv and you both decided on a movie but it was more as background noise since you only had eye for each other and talked a lot throughout the movie. You were fairly close to Henry. At one point you laid against him, the you were between his legs resting against his back with your head on his chest, then you were face to face and you had a good conversation about how you both saw relationships and it all the things you talked about grew you both so much more closer to each other then you already were.

At one point you both stopped talking and just looked at each other. He came closer and his big hand rested on your cheek. You felt your heartrate go up again and then you felt his soft lips against yours and at that moment it felt like the storm in your head calmed down instead of picking up. It felt like it was just you two and nothing else mattered. He picked you up and placed you on his lap which wasn’t so hard since you were already so close to each other. You placed your legs around him and he held you close while the kiss started to become more passionate and full of love. His hands went underneath your shirt but not sexually, his hands just rubbed your back softly and you felt your stomach do flips no rollercoaster could.

You both got out from the kiss and just looked at each other. “I really like you. Like really like you.” he told you looking you deeply into your eyes. “I really, really like you too.” You told him back with a smile which you got returned by Henry. He kissed you again and this time you got a little more bold and softly grabbed his face in between your palms while he kneaded your side and tried to get you closer. You both stopped before it got too heated. “would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked you chuckling at the childish sentence. “I would like that Cavill.” You told him and gave him sweet pecks before pulling away.

He chuckled while he looked at you and you frowned but still had a smile on your face. “what?” you asked him. “I’m just so in love with you and it grows with every minute.” You chuckled. “Well, in that case we’re in the same boat.” You told him and he smiled brightly. “please do tell me when things go to fast.” He told you. “the last thing I want is to scare you away.” You looked at him adoringly. “I will if you promise me you’ll do the same thing.” He nodded and he laid down with you on top of him wrapping his arms tightly around you.

You felt so serene and full of peace, like you’ve never experienced before. His hand went over your hair messaging your scalp and you felt yourself grew tired by the loving gesture of Henry. After a while you both flipped so this time Henry was on top but not crushing you. His head rested on your chest this time and you did the same thing Henry did. You went through his soft curls, messaging his scalp and playing with his hair. He took multiple deep sighed to let you know he felt serene as well. You smiled looking down. His arms were draped around your waist and legs intertwined.

You saw that he grew tired as well as he tried his best to keep his eyes open. He looked so relaxed, it was like a puppy on your lap falling asleep and you wouldn’t dare to get up because you don’t want this moment to end. You saw how hard he tried to stay awake that it filled up your love but the bear of a man deserved some rest. “Close your eyes love. It’s okay I’ll still be here when you wake up.” You told him and gave him a kiss on the top of his head he let out a deep sigh of relaxation. He looked up tiredly at you. “Promise?” he asked you which made you smile at him. “I promise love.” He gave you a tired kiss and laid his head back on your chest and grabbed you just a little tighter but it made you feel safe. It didn’t take long before you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. And of course as promised, you were still there.

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jerkbitchidjitassbutt · 4 years ago

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It Was You (Part One)

A/N: Jensen and Y/n are childhood best friends. When his agent informs him that his image could use some improvement for a role, will she help him? Or will her feelings get in the way?

A holiday (Christmas centric) Jensen x Female!Reader Best Friends to Lovers series for @spnchristmasbingo. Un-beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Header created by me with images from Google. Chapter word count: 3371

Series Warnings: break up; angst-ish at times (if you squint), but mostly all the fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is single in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

The slight chill of a Vancouver December morning roused you from a peaceful sleep, making you snuggle further into the down blanket and comfort of your plush bedding. It was two weeks until Christmas and the weather was supposed to be a balmy high of 32 degrees today, so you had planned to stay in, do some shopping online, and stay by your cozy fireplace with every holiday movie you could find. Willing yourself to get five more minutes of shut eye seemed like a helpless feat as the wintry cold seeped into your apartment. You opened your eyes to the gentle prisms of light floating in through the adjacent window, the sunrise indicating it was time to get up for the day.

Sitting up to perch on the side of your bed and grabbing your wide-rimmed glasses from the nightstand, you slid your chilled toes into the warm slippers waiting and shrugged on your fuzziest sweater. It may be time for that fire sooner than you thought.

Padding into your kitchen to get a much-needed caffeine fix after last night’s dinner and drinks with the rest of the cast and crew, you took your favorite mug from the cabinet and loaded the coffee maker, making an extra cup or two for you and any visitors you might have a bit later.

Jensen’s apartment was down the hall, and if you knew him, he’d still be sleeping, but he’d probably wander over at some point this morning. Cradling the mug in your hands warmed them slightly and sent a shiver down your spine. Even your warmest pajamas and the heat from the thermostat did little against the Canadian winds. Laughing slightly to yourself, you’d thought you’d be used to it after six years of winters here.

You wandered towards the windows of your living room to pull back the long curtains. It was a favorite spot to have your coffee and gaze at the sights of Vancouver. Settling on the window seat, you felt a warmth spread through you as you noticed it had snowed in the night, and from the looks of it, it was a depth of fresh, soft powder – a type that you rarely saw growing up in Texas. People were bundled up tightly as they walked the streets, but a few people, adults and kids alike, were already out playing in the thick blanket of snow.

As your coffee began to warm you through, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of joy that rose at the sight – it made the holiday season and the spirit of it even more intense than just viewing the lights of downtown and the large decorations everywhere. For some reason, snow just sealed it all up in a nice little bow.

Sure enough, about halfway into your second cup of coffee, you heard a key in your door and Jensen shuffled in, still wearing his pj’s with tousled hair, but he had thrown on a thick sweater too.

“Good morning.” You called, still seated at the large window.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” He replied with a quick wave as he tossed his keys on the counter and waltzed into your kitchen in search of his mug, his voice still thick and gruff with sleep.

He mixed his cream and sugar and took a long sip, letting out a contented sigh after the steaming liquid entered his body. He was notoriously grumpy without his coffee, but he always met you with a sweet greeting when he came over. Walking around your kitchen island and into your open living room, he slumped into the recliner across from you and pulled the leaver to release the footing, allowing him to lean back with his feet up. He adjusted himself to get comfortable, careful to not spill the mug in his hand.

“What time did you get in last night?” you asked, taking another sip from your own cup.

He covered his eyes with his free hand, still obviously tired. “About 2:30. You know how Jared gets when we break for hiatus, he never wants the party to end. He was still talking to me as I was shutting my door.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Jared was the most social person you’d ever met and knowing that he wouldn’t be back to Canada and on set for a month, he would always soak up every little bit of time he had with the cast and crew. Even though Jensen was griping about it now, you knew he also didn’t mind. He’d probably be missing everyone, especially Jared, about four days into the break. You didn’t get home until about 1 a.m., and that was only because you were beginning to doze off in your cocktail.

“Tell Cliff thanks again for driving me home last night. I just couldn’t cut it.”

“Yeah, I know… Lightweight.” Jensen teased.

“Hey, you didn’t have a 5 a.m. set call yesterday like some of us.”

Jensen huffed a small laugh from his seat, still resting his hand across his closed eyes. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and his green Henley stretched across his biceps as he rested his coffee on his thigh. A slight 5 o’clock shadow and the bedhead he was sporting all combined into a handsome image. He may be your best friend, but you could still appreciate the looks the man was blessed with.

Seemingly close to falling back asleep, you called to him in a hushed voice, “Jay. If you want to go back to sleep just put your coffee mug on the table, okay?”

“Hmmmph. No, I’m up.” He fibbed, as evident from the way he blinked widely once he opened his eyes again. Forcing himself to stand, otherwise he would really fall back asleep instead of just resting his eyes, he walked towards you with his cup, dragging his feet slightly as his legs sluggishly pulled him across the room. His head was down and his shoulders were wilted, but he was trying to get his body moving.

When he reached you, you felt his chest bump your shoulder before he rested his cheek on the crown of your head, his arm dangling by his side as he slumped. He took a deep breath before rubbing his hand across your back and standing, smiling as you peered up at him with a grin.

Licking his lips, he finally peered out to the streets below and his eyes went wide, “Y/n!” he practically shouted.

You flinched, “What? What’d I do?”

“You didn’t tell me it snowed!”

Giving a huff and a giggle, you couldn’t help but be sarcastic, “I’m sorry, was I supposed to while you were falling asleep in my chair?! Besides… it’s Canada. It’s not like snow is very rare here.”

“Y/n! That’s, like, snow! The kind we used to wish for when we were kids!”

“I know, I thought that too.”

“Well, c’mon!” he said, setting his cup down on the ledge. “We gotta go!”

“What? Go where?”

Jensen was already halfway through your living room and heading for the front door but paused to turn and point a finger in your direction, “You, me, snowman. Now.”

“Jay,” You whined. “It’s cold and its early. You sure you don’t want to just watch Netflix?”

“Y/n!” he said once again, looking as excited as a 12-year-old on a snow day from school. “Snowman! Please?” he begged, waving his arms frantically as he gestured outside.

“Okay, okay. Fine. No need to use your puppy eyes on me. I’ll meet you outside in 15 minutes.”

With that, a huge grin broke out on his face and he took off down the hall, leaving you to go in search of your heaviest ski jacket.

Jensen knocked on your door soon after you shrugged into the puffy coat, dressed in thick snow pants, his own jacket, and a black beanie and gloves with a small bag in his hand. Straitening your scarf before locking your door, he barely gave you a moment to put on your knitted pom beanie before he was pulling you by your hand towards the elevator of your building and pushing you out of the revolving doors into the frigid air. Heading to the side where a large park sat adjacent to your complex, he looked around before tugging you along to a spot with a large open space. He nodded to himself, as if to say he’d found the perfect place for his snowman-building escapade. As your boots crunched beneath you, you each began gathering handfuls of snow to make a large base, then packed and sculpted two more spheres. Though you initially protested, you had to admit that it was fun, and the coldness against your cheeks wasn’t bad after a bit, particularly after seeing how happy Jensen was when his finished product towered over yours. He’d managed to gather the majority of the snow within about a six-foot radius of where his snowman stood before piling it high.

“Hey, hey… look at that. An accurate height difference!” He touted, teasing you.

“Oh, hush you. It’s not my fault that you were given the extended version of the human body.” You glared at him playfully.

He laughed as he bent to rummage in the bag he’d brought, producing two carrots. He wiggled them in his hands before handing one to you. He was just about to place it in a very telling place when you grabbed a handful of snow and threw it in his direction.

“Jensen!” You berated. “That’s not where the carrot goes! There’s kids out here!”

He stood up slowly, turning to you with a serious smirk, “Did you seriously just throw a snowball at me?”

Wiping your hand on your pantleg quickly, you gave him a mischievous grin, “Who, me? I’d never.”

“Oh, its on!” he declared as he bent to scoop up the little bit of remaining snow in his reach, that which he hadn’t used for his snowman.

Ducking behind your own, he threw and missed, sending the snow flying passed you. A quick grab from around you produced another snowball that you chucked from behind your shield, hitting him square in the chest. The fight lasted for a good while, the two of you trying your hardest to target the other as many times as possible and receiving some laughs and glances from passersby as they walked along the sidewalk. Finally, Jensen gave up and took off towards you, chasing you in circles before he tackled you into the plush ice, pinning you beneath him as he tried to bury you both.

“Jay! Oh my God, stop! Its freezing!” you yelled through your laughter.

“Truce?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in a challenge.

He was still on top of you, his nose and cheeks a bit flushed from the wintry air. He still had that devilish smirk on his face, but his green eyes were soft and something beneath them made your heart flutter slightly in your chest. He scanned your face quickly before glancing towards your lips, but you were quick to snatch another fistful of snow to smash onto his head. Scrambling out from underneath him, you ran as he said something about you being a cheater before he jumped to his feet.

After the war ended and a truce was finally declared, you both put the finishing touches on your snowmen after you found sticks for the arms and coerced Jensen to put the carrot in the right spot. He stood back proudly, admiring your handiwork.

“Hey.” He gestured to you, “C’mere.”

A bit warry that he was going to tackle you again, you came to his side as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and turned on the camera. Pulling you into him, he said, “Gotta have evidence of our masterpieces.” He reached around your waist and tugged you in close, framing both of you and your snowmen in the background. The cold air made the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks change in color, and there was still some snow in your hair from when Jensen wrestled you, but both of you smiled widely. Feeling the scruff of his short beard against your temple and his arms wrapped around you made you think about the way his eyes danced across your face moments ago, but the thought was quickly dismissed as he stepped away from you slightly after he made sure the picture wasn’t too blurry.

“Oh, crap. Is that what time it is?” he said, alarmed, looking at his phone screen. “I have to meet Stacy in an hour.”

Stacy was his publicist and agent, but he usually didn’t meet with her during the hiatus. “You’re meeting Stacy today? What’s up?” you asked, a bit confused.

“She wants to talk to me about this movie. Some sort of romantic drama she thought I may be good for.”

“Oh,” you replied, “that’s great! You didn’t tell me! Would you have to cut back filming the show?” While you were a bit surprised, you were genuinely happy for him.

“Stacy knows Supernatural comes first, so I hope not.”

“Well, let’s get inside so you can warm up and change. I was going to make my mom’s chili and cornbread for dinner tonight, if you want to join me after your meeting.”

The excitement on his face was palpable as his eyes lit up the moment you said it, “You know how much I love your mom’s chili. We’re just meeting for coffee near her office, so I’ll bring the beer.”

As you were walking back into the building, your phone rang. It was Stephen, your boyfriend of three months.

“Stephen, hey.” You said as you entered the elevator, not missing the slight eyeroll that Jensen gave.

“Hey, honey. How are you? I didn’t want to call too early, just in case you were still sleeping after last night.”

“I’m good, thanks. Actually, just got done building a snowman with Jensen.”

A short silence followed, until Stephen spoke up again. “Oh, that’s nice.” He said, his voice noticeably clipped. “Well, I’m going to take my lunch break soon. Would you like to meet up? I can come to your side of town.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll meet you at that café on 3rd in about a half an hour?”

“Sounds great. See you there.”

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you ignore Jensen’s stare as the elevator climbed to your floor.

“So…” he pressed. “Stephen?”

“Yeah, Stephen. We’re going to meet up for lunch while you have your meeting.”

“Hmph.” He huffed.

“Jay, we’ve known each other our whole lives and to this day you’ve never liked a single guy I’ve ever dated. What’s wrong with Stephen?”

“I don’t know. He’s just kind of… meh.”

He wasn’t lying, if you were being truthful. Stephen was meh. He was cute and had nice eyes and dimples, but he didn’t make you laugh. He was a bit dull and your sense of humor didn’t mesh with his well. Still, you thought that it might get a bit better once you got to know each other and began to understand one another more. Your relationship was still very casual, but maybe it could go further? You weren’t really sure, honestly.

“What about you and Laura?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

“I told you… that was nothing.” He quipped as you reached your door. “We went on like three dates.”

“Yeah, the last one being just this past week.”

“Yeah, and it just didn’t go well.”

You let out a small sigh. Discussing your dating lives wasn’t really something the two of you loved to do with each other. Maybe when you were teenagers, yeah. You’d asked each other for advice and gossiped a bit about the people in your high school, but as you grew into adults it just became a subject you both steered away from besides the occasional, hey I’ve got a date conversation. Neither of you had ever really found a person that the other approved of, each finding a reason to be picky every time.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I’m just deflecting.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I was pushing.” He said sincerely with a small smile. “Well, you enjoy lunch. My meeting’s at 1:30 across town, so I should be back by 4 at the latest. Pick out a movie for us, okay?”

“Sounds great. I will.” With that, he kissed you quickly on the side of your head and went into his apartment as you ducked into yours. You freshened up quickly and changed, grabbing a different peacoat, hat, and scarf as your others were still wet.

It was a short walk to the café, and they had good sandwiches. You were surprisingly hungry, so you were glad to see Stephen waiting outside for you. He gripped your hand tightly and gave you a quick kiss in greeting before leading you into the restaurant. You were seated and ordered quickly, knowing that he would have to return to work soon.

“So, how has your day been?” You asked as you shrugged off your coat, hanging it on the chair behind you.

“It’s been… good.” He muttered.

“Uh oh,” You said, getting his attention as he looked away from you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. I was just surprised to hear that you were with Jensen today. You had mentioned you were going to stay home.”

Stephen smiled, almost in an attempt to let you know that he was trying to be lighthearted about it, but you could tell it bothered him.

“Yeah, when he saw it snowed last night, he just really wanted to make a snowman.” You laughed, trying to steer away from the subject. Stephan wasn’t overstepping, but he also wasn’t going to prevent you from spending time with Jensen. The two of you had been inseparable since, well, practically since birth. Your parents had been the best of friends, so you were pretty much raised together.

“Have you, um…” Stephen began, hesitantly. “I know you’ve been friends forever, but have you ever had feelings for him?”

His blue eyes shown with a slight jealousy as you felt a slight pang to your heart.

“No, of course not.” You managed to say with a steady voice and a smile as you picked up your napkin to place in your lap.

It was a lie, one that you’d been telling for years. At one point in your life, you were in love with Jensen. But, the past was in the past. If Jensen didn’t even know, why should Stephen?

Stephen seemed satisfied with your response for the most part, and the two of you had a pleasant lunch. When you stepped away to use the restroom, your phone chimed. Stephen tried not to even look towards your side of the table where your phone sat, but when he saw Jensen’s name, he read the text quickly before the screen dimmed.

Hey, sweetheart. Finishing up here soon and then I’ll be heading home. Do you need me to grab anything from the store?

Stephen knew the two of you were a package deal, and thought he could honestly be alright with it, but between working together and spending practically all of your time together, he was starting to wonder where he fit in in your life. He busied himself by checking his Instagram as he thought about what he should do and found that Jensen had tagged you in a photo from this morning. The caption was simple, just a few words about the filming hiatus and the first snow of the season, but the two of you were so close. Stephen found himself wishing that you could reserve a smile like that for him, but he had yet to see it.

It hurt, but he knew he couldn’t play second fiddle to Jensen. He cared about you, but perhaps it was better to bow out now.

“Hey, sorry about that.” You said brightly as you got back to the table, smiling. It still didn’t reach your eyes, though.

Stephen leaned forward on his elbows with a sigh, “Y/n, I think we should talk.”

To be continued...

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