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[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 8th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: Day eight, are you still around? I would be excited for you to be, and the next person behind the door is, too, I am pretty sure of that! Thank you so much for your time, I appreciate it! Do you like the holiday season, by the way?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alex (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3649 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: it is very domestic until its not, dirty talk, free use, degredation, teasing, manhandling, creampie, pining for you, mentions of exhibitionism.

Decorating your home with you had something so entirely domicile about it that it pulled at his heartstrings. Seeing you walk around in a Winterstar Sweater made by his beloved grandma, lovingly decorating the windowsills and the fireplace, even hanging up little ornaments all over the house – it just did something to him. The house smelled like hot cocoa and pine needles from the tree he had just set up in your living room and he heard Winterstar music play in the background, only adding on to these already strong feelings. Your eyes were shining so sweetly, making him sigh out loud. Yoba, he was in love with you. He had always thought that he was the happiest working out, and then you had come along, taking his emotions and giving them a good swirl. He remembered the day he had realized that he was in love with you – Granny Evelyn had been worried because he had had refused his breakfast. And now, look you, look at him. He was wearing a matching sweater, following you throughout the house with a box of decorations like a dutiful puppy.

You loved the winter holidays. Alex did, too, but even more so did he love you being absolutely in love with the season. He hadn’t minded sitting on the couch for hours to cut out some DIYs you had seen on Pinterest, had watched every soppy movie that had made you swoon, and now he was helping you place ornaments on the tree. “You sure chose a big one this year,” you chuckled, looking up at the tree. Alex puffed out his chest in joy, grinning at you wiggling his eyebrows. “Well, you’ve got a big living room and a big boyfriend. It only made sense that you get a big tree, too,” he grinned, reaching into the box to pick out a new ornament, just for his hand to come back empty. “Seems like we are out of decoration.” “Only the star is missing,” you told him, cradling it in your hands with such a care that it made his heart swell. You held it toward him, nodding to the tip of the tree. “Can you put it on? I won’t be able to reach it,” you smiled, eyes catching the fairy lights wrapped around the tree. Oh, Yoba. He just loved you. “I know a way to fix that,” he cooed, not allowing you to inquire about his hint, instead wrapping his big arms around your legs, lifting you high enough in the air for you to reach the top of the tree. The squeal that left you made him chuckle, pressing you firmly to his body – there was no way in hell that he would drop you, after all. “Can you reach it?” He asked when he didn’t feel you move after all, cheek pressed against your bare legs. Another nice perk of visiting you at your house, you didn’t usually bother wearing pants, especially when your top was long enough to cover your crotch, like the sweater did. Don’t blame the maker, though! She only had had Alex as a reference, which meant that the sweater reaching your thighs had been accepted with a hearty laugh. “Y-yeah,” you stammered, making Alex’s eyebrow quirk. What had gotten you so shy all of a sudden? His head tilted upward, and that’s when he saw it. You weren’t wearing pants, yeah, he knew that one. And it had seemed like you hadn’t bothered to put on panties, either. The way blood rushed to your boyfriend’s cock should have made him feel ashamed – the grey sweats that had been comfortable just moments before suddenly feeling like a prison. “You are…” “I know,” you laughed awkwardly, brain not taking long to realize what he had seen. Something else that didn’t take long was you finding yourself pressed against a wall, Alex’s muscular arms boxing you in with ease. “You did know that I was comin’ ‘round today, didntcha?” “Y-eah,” you murmured, lower lip caught between two sets of pearly whites, still a little breathless, too, with how fast you had been man-handled into this new position. “And you still decided not to wear panties?” He asked on, his thick thigh urging yours open to comfortably take position between them. “I-“ you began, swallowing thickly. Alex tilted his head, his fingers having found your nipples through the wool of the sweater, giving the nub a gentle pinch. Fuck, you were so hot, and you being flustered only added to it. “You?” He asked, his hand on its way to trail down further, hooking under the fabric of the hoodie, finding your clit with ease. Throbby little nob made your hips buck for the attention, you sweet little thing. Had you been waiting for this? He was pretty sure you had been waiting for this because the moment his finger traced through your folds, collecting wet and slick on the pad of his finger. Definitely waiting for this, huh?" He asked lowly, the tip of his dick tapping against your folds again, making your thighs twitch around his hips a second time. “Yes…,” you pouted, kissing at his jaw, wanting to add something else when suddenly, you could finally feel his thick head press against your needy fuckhole. “To do things like this?” He breathed, pushing his hips forward, urging your gummy walls to open for him. Fuck, yes. Exactly this was what you had been hoping for.

You let out a sigh that was very well bordering on a moan, but Alex wasn’t done asking questions yet. “Ready for me at all times, that’s what you fucking want? To be stuffed to. The. Brim?” He hissed, taking you by surprise as he suddenly sunk balls deep inside of you, cruelly stretching you thin with one swift movements. You squeaked out loudly, your fingernails digging into Alex’s broad shoulders, as you tried to at least adjust a little. “That’s what you had in mind, wasn’t it?” He whispered dirtily, pressing a short kiss into your neck, before letting your lips clutter together. He was kind enough to stay still for a moment, but brats like you needed to learn a lesson, right? You had been keeping this for Yoba knew how long, after all. Making him find out when decorating the damn tree, too. Your lips accepted his  greedily, your tongue tracing over them in a silent apology, but the man wouldn’t take it. Not just yet. Not even when your pussy felt so good around him, clinging and sucking him off already, and he hadn’t even started moving yet. He would show you that he hadn’t been the only one missing out, he decided, pulling back his hips a little, just to sink forward again, stretching you just as thin as before. He messed around with that feeling a little, allowing your pussy to relax just a little before having to wrap around him completely again. The little moans and whines you gave him, combined with those little begs for more fell on deaf ears as Alex kept fucking you like this, the only difference he had started to make was pulling out further, his lips finding spots on your neck to suckle hickeys into. “Just decided to fucking run around without panties and didn’t tell me…fuck, babe, you are a fucking brat,” he snarled, making you pout again. “I just-“ “You just?” He hissed, hazel eyes finding yours again, and he finally, finally picked up speed. His pelvis snapped against yours as his cock bullied your wet walls open, your butt smacking against the wall whenever his crotch smacked against yours. Your eyes rolled, the ability to speak being replaced by moaning throatily. He was rougher now, too, pounding your little fuckhole with those precise, hard fucks that had the room spinning.

A grin had found its way on Alex’s face – he just loved watching you falling apart on the length of his dick. “Can’t fucking answer today, can you? Slutty enough to not wear panties around the house but not able to answer, is that how it goes? I will give you a fucking reason not to answer,” Alex growled, hands falling onto your hips to pin you tight against the wall as he thrusted into you, stuffing your cunt with hard and bullying thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself – not when you looked so beautiful when he bottomed out inside of you, not when your eyes rolled like this when he gave you another quick snap of his hips. Not when you sounded so, so good together, with your cunt squelching sloppily, not when you took him so. Fucking. Good. A small groan left his lips as he tucked his face into the safety of your neck, his fingernails digging into your hips. You just felt so fucking good, it was fucking breathtaking, making him pant into the crook of your neck. Your moans sounded so pretty, too, all high-pitched and needy, like he wasn’t pounding you hard enough for the frames next to your head to shake. Like you weren’t already struggling to fucking take it. But what he loved even fucking more was the fact that your moans matched the pace of his thrusts, falling from your lips in an endless flow when he fucked you fast, slowing down when he did. You were just perfect for him, weren’t you? Person and cunt – made for him.

“A-a-aleeeeex,” you whined out, your head bumping into his as your teeth found his shoulder to bite into, tearing a groan from him. Oh, you always played him dirty like this, just knew that biting him riled him up more, made him take you harder, and he fucking did. Balls smacking against you roughly as his dick bullied into you, the brunet making sure you felt. Every. Fucking. Inch. Of. Him.  “Fuck!” You cried out, your toes curling, legs kicking as if you attempted to get away fro, him. The athlete lifted his head to take in your face, seeing that mouth hang open, those eyes absolutely dick drunken. Yeah, you were his, drunk on his cock, and he would make sure it fucking stayed that way.

“You like this, huh?” He panted, one of his hands leaving your hips to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling back your head to force your throat to be exposed, “being fucked against the wall like this? Fuck, you are so hot, baby. So pretty. Show me those tits, baby, come on,” he ordered, low moan making his throat vibrate when you lifted your sweater almost immediately. Your tits were bouncing so nicely for him, making him dip down his head and lick over one, then the other. You tasted like sweat and that Christmas cookies lotion he had gifted you, and Yoba, he could have drowned in your taste. Never wanted to taste anything but you again as his lips latched onto your nipple, shuddering at the lewd moan that filled the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If you kept up being this fucking perfect, he would cum. Fill you to the brim, make you take it fucking all. The thought alone made him moan again, the sound bleeding into the one that left your throat, all high-pitched and bumpy. “Alex, fuck, please, I am gonna cum, Alex-“ You yapped, your hand gripping the other tit, holding it toward Alex almost desperately. The brunet looked up at you with those dark green hazel eyes, the look in them were enough to make you whimper. “And you think I am gonna let you cum?” He breathed, letting his tongue drag over your other nipple before sucking it into his mouth. “Unghhh- please, yes!” You rambled, sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth when you felt his fucks growing just a tad slower, forcing you to really, really, take every single centimetre. “Mhhhh, didn’t hear you,” he murmured, spitting on your tit before, lips sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin. “Sounds like you don’t really wanna cum.” “Fuhuuuck, Alex!” You whined, gasping when an extra hard thrust bumped you into the wall. “Please! Please, pretty, pretty, pretty please let me cum! I need to cum, Alex, pretty please! I am going to be a good girl, promise! But please, please, pleaSE let me cum!” You sobbed, hands running through his hair as if it would do anything to convince him. “Hmmm,” Alex started, but he just couldn’t resist. He needed you to cum, too. His hips resumed their pace from before, crotch meeting your cunt in those sloppy kisses. Your back arched of your walls, hand finding your lover’s back again to hold onto as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. You were so, so close, and the stimulation to your nipples certainly helped you get closer to that edge. “Need you to cum ‘round my cock, baby. Need you to make the biggest mess around me, yeah? So I can fuckin’ pump you full, baby. Yeaaaah, clench ‘round me, I fuckin’ know that you love it when I pump you full. That’s it, baby, that’s it, damnnn, you are so… so hot. Gonna cum for me? Come on, baby, cum for me,” he coaxed against your chest, his bullying thrusts never ceasing.

“Al-alexxxxxx- Alexalexalex.” Your thighs were squeezing, legs twitching in an attempt to push away when you were finally pushed over the edge, but there was no fucking chance to get away from your boyfriend who held you with an iron grip, his eyes fixated on your cunt gushing creamy rings around his cock. Yoba, his balls were tight. You just always managed to drive him crazy, didn’t you? He was absolutely love-sick, dumb for you and your pussy. “That’sssss it, baby. Making a fucking mess f’me, that’s fuckin’ right, oh my Yobaaaa,” he groaned, his own head finally falling back. Your body felt so fucking hot, so prickly and gushy and warm, you were pretty sure that you were seeing stars already.

 You were whining still, Alex’s thrusts slowly bordering on becoming too much, especially now that they were becoming less precise. A sloppy, rough mess, rutting away, riled up by greed and a nearing orgasm. Suddenly, your boyfriend’s body tensed up, low groan bubbling up his throat as he bottomed out inside of you, dick twitching as his dick drooled fat globs of cum inside of you. Alex was panting, whimpering your man as he tried to thrust it deeper, lower lip quivering at the feeling of his cock being milked by your clenching and spasming pussy. It felt like you wanted to suck him dry, having him shudder as his forehead carefully knocked against yours. His hips were giving some lazy, sloppy thrusts, hazel eyes that you had fallen in love with years ago meeting yours, and Yoba, he was whipped. The two of you shared a tired smile, one that spoke more than any words ever could.

However, Alex did need to share on more thing. He had to make a point, after all. “Next time we will apply this free-use thing to public, too, whatcha think? To make up for lost time, I mean.”

[blue-jisungs]

shotaro would be one of those aesthetic couple goals boyfriends who always has cute matching outfits to film tiktok dance covers in </3 (yeah this is huge brainrot for me, fic req if you want 😍)

shotaro as a bf

author's note. crying i love him sm ☹️☹️ i hope you like it zanzan teehee

ʚїɞ taro is definitely the type of bf to have matching things with his partner!! whether it’s clothes, phone cases, jewellry, bags, key rings… he’d love them to be cute n adorable :( kuromi-my melody, minnie-mickey, mario-daisy… you name it :( have you seen his clothes?? like taste,, i want his closet btw. but what i wanted to say is that he’d be down to buy a pink sweater in a millisecond just to match with you ☹️

ʚїɞ he’s so so thoughtful ohmigosh:( whenever he’s passing by a shop and sees something that he knows you’d like (or he just likes hehe), he’ll buy it right this second. same with food, too!! always brings you leftovers when he’s out with the boys or buys you souvenirs from the places they went to when filming content :(

ʚїɞ a big sucker for filming tiktoks and challenges with you, even if you’re not a dancer. he’ll be willing to teach you and guide step by step even if it takes the whole day. and ahhh this cute tiktok’s like yk,, leaving lipstick stains on his face, jumping at each other n all of that… his (and yours) drafts are filled with that. and taro watches them when he’s away from you <3

ʚїɞ he’s a human battery charger. taro is literally sunshine itself, vitamin c and happy pill?! so it’s only normal that when being his partner, he’s spreading that energy around him and it’s kinda… impossible to be sad or mad about anything when he’s here, next to you… smiling like :] and being so adorable… squishable…… cries. but he’ll go to the ends of the world to make you cheer up, everything in his willpower to make that frown upside down hehe >.<

ʚїɞ not a moment is full with him!! taking a spontaneous trip to japan during the weekend? he’s dragging you to the airport. craving a very specific meal that’s all across the town? already hopping in the car. something caught his eye during a walk? he’s running there like an excited puppy. you have a sudden outburst of energy and want to play basketball at 11pm? he’s already ballin’. taro also kind of gives me that vibe of someone who’d order silly stuff online so yeah… on some days you’d wake up to a package at the front door… it being the cat-shaped phone holders, a set of spoons looking like shovels, ice-cube makers in a shape of a lego man… and… more… ㅠㅠ

ʚїɞ speaking of japan, he’d love to talk to you in japanese (even if you don’t understand it) and flirt with you hehe~ he’d definitely try and teach you if you wanted because,, as someone said – the best way to practise your language skills is having a partner who speaks it lmao but yeah he loves when you speak japanese, even tho it’s not perfect it warms his heart <3 and the other way around too, he’d love to learn your native language too!! pls teach him >:)

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taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

[lying-on-floors]

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]

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.

[fourseasonsfigs]

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]

[pawsitivevibe]

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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[dysthanasia-series]

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

Left to right: PotatoLord's Persona Creator, commissioned art by colinarcartperson, Windswept OC Maker

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.

[bunnyyamor]

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ shower sex

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.

simon “ghost” riley x f!reader ୨୧ ꒰ nsfw...mdni ꒱ male masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, cock play, breast play, touch starved and feral simon, pet-names

pls comment + like + reblog; i would rlly appreciate it (๑˘︶˘๑)

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.

[imaginedreamwrite]

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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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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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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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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i  l i k e  y o u┊draco malfoy

info: you like draco, but he likes pansy. it isn't until a party in the room of requirement makes you realize how much draco didn't like you.

warnings: cursing

genre: angst, fluff, hufflepuff!reader, halfblood!reader

word count: 3300+ a/n: LMAO THIS IS SO BAD AND ITS UNEDITED HAKJSDADH enjoy

"isn't he just so cute?" you giggled, staring at your crush from across the room. the air smelt of burning wood, sunlight seeping through the window panes. professor snape was carefully eyeing each of the students as they prepped their potions, yet your eyes stayed glued to the well known trouble maker who sat in the front of the class.

"y/n, are you ever going to help me with this potion? i know you're good with them and i could really use your help!" ron whined from beside you, poking at your shoulder repeatedly. "bloody hell, were you slipped a love potion? it's just malfoy."

you turned to ron, smacking his arm, and he let out a small "ow". you sighed, helping ron gather materials to make the current potion. "stop acting like my crush on draco is new."

"but y/n, listen to me, nothing good can come out with malfoy, and i'm pretty sure you're just fascinated by the idea you have of him in your head," ron explains, tossing the items into the cauldron, "i mean, have you even talked to him?"

you freeze for a moment, clearing your throat. "y-yes i have, um.. i bumped into him in the hallway and i said sorry."

ron soon realizes what you mean, pity patting you on the head like a child. sighing, he says, "he didn't say anything to you, did he?"

you shake your head, taking a whiff of the potion you and ron created in front of you. you've had a crush on draco since the beginning of this year, which was currently your fourth year at hogwarts. of course, malfoy didn't pay any attention to you.

"god," you cringe, scrunching up your face after smelling the absolutely disgusting potion, "that smells terrible. guess we've made it properly then."

"ugh, you're right," ron replies, backing away from the previously brewing cauldron. you look around, seeing that students are still attempting to complete their potions, so you had a bit of time to waste.

you hear draco's laugh from across the room, pansy parkinson by his side. your mere infatuation with malfoy wasn't enough to make you jealous (because personally, you thought it was an ugly emotion), but it did strike something in you when you watched draco and pansy giggle like idiots together.

people always thought you were crazy to like draco; he was mean, rude, and a pain in the ass, but you continued to see the good in him (or the good that you thought he had). being a hufflepuff who was infatuated with draco didn't grant you anything when it came to popularity, but you couldn't care less. you just thought draco was truly a nice guy on the inside.

"hello? earth to y/n? class is over!" ron waved a hand in your face, making you snap back into reality. you blinked a few times, before looking around to see students exiting the class to go for lunch, and you watched draco leave with pansy.

"come on then, i'm starving!" ron hurried you, pushing you out the door to go to the dining hall, literally grabbing you by the robe because you could not stop staring a malfoy.

tonight was the night of the room of requirement party, all houses invited (hosted by gryffindor, and slytherin was somehow invited as well), and you wanted to use this to your advantage. you wanted to tell draco how you felt, because you were tired of admiring him from afar, tired of awkwardly blushing when you spotted him, and tired of hiding your feelings.

but, unbeknownst to you, draco did know that you had a crush on him. only problem is, he has been trying to get with pansy. he thought you were too quiet and that you weren't really his type, so he avoided you. he always noticed your stares and the way your cheeks heated up when you two met eyes.

when people told him that you liked him, he would brush it off with a scoff and talk about how untrue the rumors were, because he didn't want you to cry to him about how he didn't like you. so, tonight at the party, his plan was to avoid you completely.

—

you twirled in the mirror, taking a look at your fourth outfit change. it was a plain black skirt, paired with a tight yellow turtleneck with a black oversized sweater on top of it, only showing the collar of the turtleneck. you sported black converse high tops, and you honestly felt proud of yourself for actually choosing an outfit on time.

exiting the dormitory, you were greeted at the front of your common room by harry, ron, and hermione, who were talking amongst each other, before looking over at you.

"so i'm guessing today is the day then, right y/n?" hermione asks you, raising a brow. you tried to awkwardly laugh it off, but you were already nervous. harry noticed your difference in mood, and patted you on the back.

"don't worry y/n," harry comforts you, "it's just malfoy. still don't get why you like him, because he truly is an arse, but i'm sure he'll think your beautiful."

you bury your face in your palms, stressing yourself out by picturing the worst case scenarios. "oh god, i really hope it works out."

"calm down, i'll sucker punch malfoy if he says anything stupid, alright?" ron comments, and you hear a snicker from hermione, which makes ron look at her and say, "is something funny?"

the four of you start heading down to the room of requirement, carefully trying to avoid any prefects who were not on board to the party, and avoiding any professors. all of you entered to see students engaging with one another, laughter erupting throughout the room and bouncing off the walls.

it smelt like vanilla and you didn't mind, you waved at some friends from hufflepuff and greeted others, but only looking for one person in particular; draco malfoy. you peaked around corners and asked around, until you saw the familiar slytherin talking up pansy by the back wall.

he saw you coming, but averted your gaze in order to stay focused on pansy. she was talking about her classes and malfoy was listening intently as you made your way towards him, but he chose to ignore you. you waited patiently, hands clad together with sweaty palms. your heart was pounding out of your chest, but you attempted to control your body language.

for the rest of the party, you pretty much followed malfoy like a lost puppy. you just wanted to tell him, but you felt like he was always too busy to talk to. he was always around pansy, and you really didn't know what to do.

"y/n, are you alright?" you hear hermione from beside you, whispering in your ear.

"yeah, i just haven't really gotten the chance to tell draco yet.."

hermione nods, before giving you a pat and leaving to talk to harry and ron.

"hey pansy," draco says, clearing his throat. pansy turns to him, tilting her head. "yes, draco?"

"could we talk outside? just for a moment," draco asks her, and she complies, following draco outside the room of requirement. when they're outside of the party, he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, his face scrunched up.

"well?" pansy asks, waiting for a word out of draco.

"well.. i just wanted to ask you if we could go out for butterbeer sometime, but not as friends, you understand what i'm saying?" draco asks, and pansy looks speechless. she searches for a reason to reject malfoy, not wanting to carry the weight of guilt among her shoulders. she remembers you, following malfoy around, and she uses that to her advantage.

"sorry malfoy, but i think somebody might've already called dibs on you," pansy states, looking at draco, searching for any negative emotion toward her on his face. malfoy frowns, staring at the door of the room of requirement.

"i'll talk to you later," pansy smiles, entering the party once again. draco wasn't mad at pansy, no, he was mad at you. too blinded by the terrible feeling of rejection, he blamed everything on you. he thought about how if you had just left him alone, pansy would've gone out with him (which was not true). draco goes back to the party a few minutes after pansy had left, and you rush over to him, tugging on his black and green robe.

"um, draco i need to-" draco cuts you off, ripping his robe away from your grip. "no, y/n!"

you flinch, startled by the volume and tone of his voice. his face has anger written all over it, and you became frightened. the golden trio hear malfoy's yelling, turning to where the sound was coming from.

"i-i just wanted to say that i like-" malfoy groans, rubbing his face in frustration. "i know you like  me, y/n! for god's sake, everyone knew! you weren't very subtle, y/l/n. stop trying so hard, halfblood. because of you, i got rejected. i don't like you, and i don't consider you a friend. i don't even consider you as an acquaintance. just stay away from me."

your face turns red, growing warmer by the second. at this point, you're staring at your shoes, too scared to look up at draco. tears are welling up in your eyes, threatening to fall as malfoy continues to talk. your throat starts hurting because you refused to cry out, and your hands were trembling.

"draco malfoy!" harry roars, rushing to come to your aid. ron puts both hands on each one of your shoulders, trying to get a glimpse of your face. he sees your glossy eyes, and pulls you into a hug.

"oh now you've done it, malfoy," ron hisses, turning his head to look at draco. draco scoffs, crossing his arms. "what are you gonna do, weasley?" draco shoots back.

"he won't do anything," hermione starts, eyes full of hatred, "but i will." hermione punches draco in the face, making draco yelp in pain. he holds his nose while crabbe and goyle run over to him.

"i-i'm sorry," you sniffle, "it's my fault."

"no no, shh, it's not your fault y/n," ron coos, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down. draco eyes you, hearing the shaking in your voice, and feeling a slight pang of guilt. i mean, did he have to yell at you that much? hermione backs up to check up on you, and harry is still glaring at him.

"lets go y/n," hermione smiles at you, and you nod at her and say softly, "okay."

all of you leave the party, eyes glued to your form. when you finally got out of the room, you took a deep breath and felt a slight sense of relief to finally get away from draco. you thought that  this would've gone better, you expected rejection but not in a situation like that. on the way back to the hufflepuff dormitory, all four of you stayed silent.

you felt too tired to talk, and i think the other three understood that. when you reached the common room, you thanked your friends, saying that you were alright (which was not true, but they knew you didn't want to talk about it). you waved them goodbye, heading up to bed, and feeling nervous about the following day.

—

the next day, you got ready like normal, but you were awfully quiet, and draco took note of that. he no longer heard your laughter from across the room, and you stayed focused on your studies. you didn't want to look at him, afraid that he would yell at you again, so you stayed away, just like he asked.

your friends would ask you if last night had affected your new behavior, but you just assured them that it wasn't the case, which was a lie. you were just too scared to say something wrong, or to annoy draco again.

draco watched you as you wrote in your notebook, an unreadable expression on your face. he was restless, the night before, thinking if he had said too much. he thought it was a bit harsh to yell at you in front of everybody, but he still had that fresh feeling of rejection in his mind.

draco watched as your eyes wandered, looking around the classroom and other students, before accidentally catching his eyes. your eyes widened, almost like you were in fear, and then you raised your hand, asking to go to the washroom. you leave the room, gripping at your robe.

draco decides to follow you, he's not sure why,  but he just does. he follows you down the hall, and he sees you sit down on a bench, breathing heavily. draco approaches you, standing right in front of you. your entire body freezes, staring down at his shoes.

"i'm sorry that you were rejected because of me," you say softly, fidgeting with your fingers. draco honestly doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know if he should say that it wasn't your fault, or if he was sorry for yelling at you. he does none of the above, and just decides to stay silent.

"um," you say, looking up at him, and draco swore he thought you were on the brink of tears, "i'll make sure to stay out of your way. i hope parkinson accepts your feelings."

you stand up, rushing to leave, the last person you wanted to talk to was draco. you didn't want to face him, honestly you were considering leaving to go to muggle school, but the thought of leaving your friends here had stopped you.

for the next week, things had stayed the same. you stayed quiet, flinching at any loud noise, and trying your best to ignore malfoy's attempts to reach out to you. he felt incredibly guilty, and his feelings got worse as the days passed. he didn't really understand how much he did pay attention to you before everything that happened.

he kind of did miss catching you staring at him, and how you would shyly look away. maybe it's because he missed the attention you had given him all the time, even if you two didn't speak.

"y/n," you feel a hand grab your arm, you didn't see who it was, but you knew that voice.

"draco please, i already said i'm sorry," you say quietly, not wanting to anger him. your friends were right, maybe draco was a bad person. you wished you hadn't tried to confess to him in the first place.

"no listen- it's not that, okay?" he says, dragging you to the side of the hallway, getting away from the other students who were walking to their classes. "i, i wanted to say i'm sorry."

when draco admits it, your eyes widen, draco malfoy apologizing to someone was very new, and you didn't know what to say. part of you thought it was a joke, that he was going to do something horrible because you ruined his chance, but blue eyes seemed genuine.

"i shouldn't have yelled at you that day, um.. it wasn't your fault, uh, i realize now that pansy was just using you as an excuse, and i'm sorry that it took me so long to realize it. i hope we can start over.. maybe as friends."

you felt like your ears were deceiving you, and you weren't very eager on becoming friends with draco, after what happened. but, you being you, you slowly nodded, unsure of your own answer. "okay, i guess. but i'm not going to lie to your face and say i suddenly lost feelings for you, i just need some time to.. adjust."

something hurts in draco's heart when he hears the amount of uncertainty that laced your warm voice, but he still nodded, respecting your decisions.

"you do know i have been trying to talk to you since the party, right?" draco asks you, and you shake your head. you're taken aback, but you decide to not talk.

"yeah, i really have," draco admits.

you deadpan, "oh. um, see you around draco."

—

after a month, you still have those lingering feelings for draco. him being sweeter to you than usual, really wasn't helping. he would wave at you in the hallways, ask to partner up with you in classes, and he seemed deeply interested in your preferences, likes, dislikes, and your life in general. it was odd for everyone else, too. it was almost like he was actually trying to be nice to you.

even though you had told draco that you needed time, it's like it went in one ear and out the other for him. he was actively trying to talk to you, walking you to class, and more. it felt like you were floating, or like you were dreaming. you convinced yourself that the guilt had probably been eating away at him, because that was really the only explanation.

"by the way, what's it like living in the muggle world?" draco asks you, resting his head on his own hand, curiosity getting the best of him. you two were out on the courtyard, where you had originally been by yourself, but he had decided to join you. you both sat cross legged, facing each other.

"ooh, what does your mother do for a living? i hear there's so many different kind of jobs in the muggle wor-"

"what the hell is up with you, malfoy?" you question, almost snapping at him, but you kept yourself in check. draco only looks at you weirdly, saying, "what do you mean?"

you roll your eyes, "you know what i mean, malfoy. why are you treating me like i'm fragile? like i'll break any second? i told you before and i'll say it again, i need time to adjust. you know that i have feelings for you, so are you trying to rub salt in the wound? because i'm really not sure what is going on."

draco laughs, "you really are dimwitted, aren't you?" he shakes his head.

"i'm sorry?" you squint your eyes at him, and he laughs again. god, you really loved his laugh.

"you're such an idiot, y/l/n," and with that sentence, he places a hand on your cheek and brings you in for a kiss. his lips land on yours, and you feel like a statue. you didn't know how to react, i mean, was draco really kissing you right now?

his lips are soft, and you felt a little bad because you did not move at all. when he pulls away, you're in awe, staring at him, shocked.

"what," you manage to get out, and draco giggles, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

"i fancy you, you idiot," draco says to you, and you swear you can feel your heart jumping out of your chest. you're still sitting in place, confusion written all over your face.

"the fuck," you sputter out this time. "you fancy me? since when?"

draco sighs, tapping his chin as he thinks. "pretty sure it was the day i caught you sleeping at the library. you had been studying for hours, a little drool on your arm as well. that was the day i decided that i like you."

you turn red, blinking your eyes.

"you saw that?"

"yeah, you looked nice that day."

draco leans back and rests his hands on the grass, smirking when he saw how much he affected you. "so, are you willing to go on a date with me?"

"o-oh, okay, wow. haha, didn't expect this," you're at a loss for words, and you know malfoy knows it, because he can't stop smiling at how stupid you probably sounded right now.

"great," he replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"you know, ron won't be happy about this."

"oh forget the weasley, is he your boyfriend?"

"who said i had a boyfriend?