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obeymematches · 3 years

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Heya! I hope you’re not too swarmed by requests and that you’re staying healthy 💕 I was hoping for an obey me matchup if that’s okay?

I’m a cis bi girl, ENTP/ENFP, Capricorn sun, Virgo moon, Sagittarius rising (if you’re into astrology these are helpful otherwise just ignore uwu) and a Gryffindor. I have short blonde-ish hair, kind of a golden color ig, with bangs and hazel eyes. I’m a bit tanned and very VERY buff because I do loads of sports, and so I’m also not curvy at all unless you count in *cough* 🍑 My clothing style is kind of a melting pot of cottagecore, dark academia and goth, it makes no sense ik. Also I may have light autism according to my parents, but I’ve never been taken to get diagnosed because my brother has a therapist and two would be too ✨expensive✨

I have two very distinct sides to me that are complete opposites. The only way I can describe it is a goblin qkfbkafjwk. At first glance lot of people think I’m scary looking because I’m quite tall and have a light case of RBS but they dont know it’s just because I’m really tired all the time :) I can appear as a bit stuck up, emotionless and as a big pp energy type of gal, which isnt necessarily false but it’s not completly true either. I would never hurt anyone or anything and if I even see a squashed bug I will absolutely cry. Besides that I am quite emotional but i keep it to myself to my best abilities. Although when I’m happy, I’m really hyper and do little dances/ hug and kiss everything in my proximity. I’m dirty minded, subconsciously flirty and not afraid to talk to people I like. On the other hand, if someone makes an advance on me I’ll assume it’s for a practical joke or that they’re not serious because why would you do that, I’m kind of shit 💫🧚‍♀️

I do tons of sports, mainly swimming and I was close to going to junior Olympics last year (I didnt manage it because I overworked, didnt tell anyone and ended up with an injured shoulder and knee whoopsies). I also pole dance and I love high impact sports like boxing and such even though I don’t have a lot of time to practice those. Some other stuff I can do is horse riding, archery, singing, writing, drawing, stuff like that.

I actually have good grades even though I dont really study. I procrastinate every single thing and end up with better results than the people who worked hard which always makes me feel guilty. I really want to study English literature at Oxford but HAHAHAHA dream on, it will probably never happen, my family isnt exactly the rich kind lol. I’m also Slavic so it isnt even my first language. The only subject I could never do in high school was physics because what the hell is that.

Some other stuff about me is that I’m a foodie and a good cook. I really like taking care of people and comforting them. In my friend group despite being the youngest I’m the eldest sibling friend, aka I enable chaos but never join in, just stirr up a mess and observe from afar 🤠I’m really calm in situations that freak people out, for example I had an infection and was in a lot of pain but i laughed my way through it and while i had my surgery i chatted with the nurse which was overall a good time even though I was half naked and numb from the waist down oop

Relationship wise, not to be horny on main but I just wanna hold hands and make out 🥺🥺 Feelings are terrifying and I may be demi/aromantic which makes me feel really shitty about myself, but maybe I’m wrong. Although to be honest, all I really wanna do is make people happy and pamper them and maybe get some cute jewelry every once in a while because I’m a crow and I like shiny things that I cant afford ✌I’m kind of submissive (not exclusively in a sexual way) in the fact that if my s/o asks me to do something, ANYTHING, I will do it if it kills me.

Anyways, I know this is a lot but I hope it’s okay and I didnt forget anything. Take all the time you need and have a great day 💕💕

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Hiiii, thank you for sending in a request, i’m sorry for being like half a year late!! :( :(

I decided to match you with Diavolo!

Both of you being extroverted is a good combination as he is a very curious demon, meaning there is always something to talk about. Both of you enjoying others’ company is a huge bonus - no need to worry about boundaries!

big booty couple

Don’t worry about therapy being expensive, if anyone then a prince can afford that for sure - not just that, he is as wholesome as it can get so you wouldn’t have to metion it. He wants the best for his princess!!! don’t mind the cost!!! (unless him paying for you would make you uncomfy… just be open about it darling)

You mentioned that you have a sibling. In a healthy relationship it is important that your partner and your sibling(s) can get along, which might lead to conflict in some cases - BUT NOT IN THIS ONE i mean Dia might overwhelm your family (being a prince and a demon u know) but he would really try his best for you and that is what matters!

(i feel appearig tired all the time fghjk)

Anyways your appearance wouldn’t like scare him off ar anything. Man is huge and strong but also a very sweet himbo

He falls for your soft side ngl. Like you crying over a bug is just so cute how could he not-

Oh darling he knows how to deal with ppl who keep to themselves.. have you ever heard about his 2 best men? 👀 you wouldn’t have much chance at keeping your emotions from him. He wants this relationship to be healthy!! he cares for you so much!!! also who couldve hurt you emotionally i mean who wants to mess with a future queen… it’s his personal job to make your feelings be safe!!!!

its all worth it because spending time with a happy you is the best thing that has ever happened to him

you’re fun and he’s fun and its unlimited fun!!!!!

your confidence when it comes to talking to ppl you like is great!! not everyone dares talking to him, which makes him lonely

but yea he is going to be the one to make the first move

you have the range when it coes to sports which is, again, nice as he is curious. you are going to have to help him try out all that!!

super interested in your hobbies and activities, which is a green flag! definitely indulging.

i think he is very supportive of your studies and he is going to do his best to support your studies at RAD. you could definitely impress him with your talent!!

hopefully studying at his academy is as good as your dreams of oxford

he can only hope that

i think he would appraciate your calm approach to life! he is also the same, although he has some baggage hidden under the surface - but no worries, he is going to open up when he realizes that he can trust you with his emotions.

you beig dependable is also a nice bonus, but he will have to make sure not to ask too much from you - knowing you are going to push yourself too much if needed.

you two would do like healthy couples do - every week there is a date; either a chat over tea which he likes and wants to share with you, or doing sports with you, or going go-karting, honestly the options are unlimited with this combination.

its imprtant that you both can depend on the other emotionally as well

one conflict might be because of his title, and also because you both tend to keep emotions to yourself. once you two can overcome these i think it should be a very healthy and mature and fun relationship! i think he would definitely fall for you but if you wanted to stay just friends he would be down too. he just can’t lose the one living person he can actually be himself around, can he ?

#obey me #obey me swd #om! diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me matchup #obey me match-up #obey me swd matchup #obey me shall we date #submission

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estamos-destinadas · 4 years

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Snapshots: Portfolio

...aka: Valentina gets a side hustle 😂

“Juuuullllssss….”

“Hm?”

“I can’t share your IG post of the new dress you made on my stories because you’re on private.”

“...Okay?”

“...”

“Why are you pouting at me? What do you want me to do?”

“Make your account public?”

“Ha! No.”

“I’m serious. Look at all these posts you have of your designs, Juls! The world deserves to see these. And you know, it’ll be great for your professional career if you have an online presence.”

“I’m still in school, Val.”

“So? Your designs are on a professional level already–”

“I highly doubt that–”

“–and it won’t hurt you to start building up an online portfolio now.”

“...”

“You know I’m right.”

“Okay, but I have all these posts and highlights of you and of us, that’s not professional, especially these highlights of you making funny faces.”

“You haven’t deleted that?”

“No…. Val, what– No!”

“...”

“...!”

“...!!”

“Ha!”

“Humph!”

“I don’t know why you want me to delete these. You look adorable in all of them. And you started it.”

“I have highlights of you, Juls, not specifically of you making funny faces.”

“...Still not deleting it.”

“...Hmph! Can you get off me now?”

“Really…? You… want me… to… get off… of you? Okay!”

“Oh, don’t you tease me and go.”

“I thought you– hmph.”

“Hm...”

“Hmmm….”

“...”

“I didn’t get to finish what I–”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you finished– Hey!”

“...As I was saying, I really think you should make those posts about your designs and creations public.”

“But–”

“Hear me out, Juls. What if you create a separate account to post your designs on? And you can make that public. It’ll be like your online portfolio.”

“I can’t even remember to post every one of my designs now. If I make a new account, I’ll most likely just forget about it.”

“...I’ll do it!”

“Qué?”

“I can do it. I’ll set everything up.”

“...Neta? Are you serious?”

“Yes! I’ll be like your social media manager. Ohmygod, it’s perfect! I’m such a genius.”

“...”

“...What do you think, chiquita?”

“...Okay.”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah. It sounds like a really good idea, Val.”

“Of course, I thought of it.”

“How modest….”

“Alright, let’s do it!”

“What? Right now?”

“Of course! Why wait? Send me all the pictures you have of your designs.”

“Val–”

“I’m thinking… we’ll create the account on private initially.”

“You’re–”

“I’ll post up everything you have so far on there. Once that’s done, we’ll make the page public.”

“But–”

“Et voilà! You’ll have an online portfolio that’s ready to go, and ready to be shared. What do you think?”

“I think it’s great, morrita, but will you please put some on clothes on. You’re very distracting.”

“Oh. Oh….”

“...”

“You have the most beautiful blush, mi amor…. You’re lucky I’m really excited to make your online portfolio right now, or I’ll get you excited about something else.”

“Oh my god. I can’t believe how you keep saying that I always tease you when you’re the biggest tease.”

“To each– oomph! Fine, I’m putting it on, I’m putting it on!”

“...”

“...Anyway, let’s get started. What do you want for your handle? Oh, how about ‘julianathebestdesignerintheworld’?”

“No.”

“‘juliana-underscore-best-underscore-design’–”

“No ‘best’ Val. How about just ‘julianavaldesdesign’?”

“I don’t know if– oh, it’s available. The ‘valdesdesign’ looks weird together, how about ‘julianavaldes-dot-design’? Look.”

“Yeah, that looks good, Val.”

“...”

“What was that kiss for?”

“Thank you for doing this.”

“Of course, mi amor. I told you, your creations deserve to be shared with the world.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You take that back right now, Juliana!”

“...Sorry. Thank you, morrita.”

“...”

“Okay, account created. Will you send your pictures to me please?”

“Yeah, hold on…”

“...”

“......”

“.........”

“This is taking a while…”

“I’m looking for the good ones! I didn’t realise I’ve taken so many photos.”

“Are your photos not organised into albums?”

“...No.”

“...”

“...This is killing you, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“...”

“Can you at least add the photos you want to upload as part of your portfolio to an album? Then you can share that album with me and I’ll sync it to my account automatically. That way, you don’t have to send me the photos.”

“...Stop making sense, Valentina!”

“Ha. Ha.”

“Alright, I’m doing it. Good idea, love.”

“Yes, I have a lot of them today, and every day.”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

“Rude.”

“...”

“......”

“.........”

“Is it done?”

“No, my phone is kinda slow.”

“Huh...”

“Don’t say it.”

“But–”

“You’re not getting me a new phone, Val.”

“I can find something that falls within the budget we agreed on.”

“We also agreed that you can only give me something that expensive for special occasions.”

“There is a special occasion.”

“...And what would that be?”

“We’re creating your online portfolio.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It was our one year and nine months anniversary just this past week?”

“That’s… no.”

“What about for Christmas?”

“That’s more than a month away.”

“Yeah, so I can give you your present now!”

“No, I know you, if you give me something ‘for Christmas’ now, you’re still going to give me another present on the actual day. And honestly, Val, I can manage with this phone. It’s slow now because we’re going through my camera roll all at once, but I don’t need to do this all the time.”

“But it’s not just about the phone’s speed. I was just thinking now, a new phone will have a better camera. It’ll be able to pick up the details of your designs better. I mean, you can’t be painstakingly designing the pattern of a dress only for that to not be picked up on camera.”

“I’m not… you know it’s not a painful process, right?”

“Yes, but it’s a meticulous one. I mean, look at that one. That top has subtle and beautiful sunflower patterns, but it doesn’t show too much in the photo.”

“Ouch, are you insulting my picture-taking skills?”

“You know that’s not what I meant! Hmph!”

“Haha, okay, okay, you’re right. Maybe I can buy a new phone. I’m already done with the payments for my laptop.”

“It was my idea, let me buy you the phone.”

“It’s going to be my phone.”

“...”

“Qué?”

“...”

“Val… don’t give me that look.”

“Please, Juls, please… just let me get this one thing for you.”

“Val….”

“...Please.”

“Ay… oh, alright–”

“Yes!”

“But don’t get me anything too expensive for Christmas.”

“I’ll get you socks.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“What? I’m serious? Socks with heart designs, star designs, oh and peach designs– oof! Hey! No throwing pillows at your social media manager!”

“Okay, social media manager, I’m done adding all the photos to the album and I’ve shared it with you.”

“Oh good! Let me just get my phone…. Yes, I’m seeing the photos….”

“...???”

“......”

“Why are you staring at that picture?”

“You know, mi amor, you should model for your designs more. You’re so beautiful in them. Just look at these, and there’s only two of them. The rest are–”

“The rest are you. You keep saying I’m beautiful, but have you seen you? Have you seen all these photos? Everything I make looks best on you, Val.”

“...”

“Are you blushing?”

“No.”

“Aw…. And besides, you’re like a semi-professional model. So it’s like I’m getting your services for free.”

“Ha! And on top of me being your social media manager too.”

“You’re really leaning on that social media manager thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m adding it to my resume when I start applying for jobs.”

“Funny.”

“I’m– hey! Who’s this woman wearing your design?! This isn’t me!”

“Let me see?”

“!!!”

“Oh, that’s one of the models they invited to wear our final submission last semester. For the Sustainable Design class, remember?”

“Oh. Right.”

“...”

“Cállate…!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Anyway! Back to business…. We should group this by dress or top, right? And is there a specific order you want to post them? I was thinking we could post by colour, but that won’t be taking future designs into consideration. So maybe we can post them by chronological order. What do you think?”

“...”

“Juls?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you giving me that look?”

“You know… if you’re going to be my ‘social media manager’... then I’m going to have to compensate you...”

“...Oh, hm, that’s true….”

“...but I’m just a simple student...”

“Hmm...”

“...however shall I repay you?”

“...We can come to an arrangement.”

“Yeah? Any idea what this–”

“Oh!”

“–arrangement is going to be?”

“It seems to me that you have a pretty good idea of it already.”

“Well, it is just one option. I have to make sure you are–”

“!”

“–satisfied with it.”

“I think… I think I’ll need more of that.”

“...Yeah?”

“Hmmm…”

“...”

⁂⁂⁂

“Val? What time is it?”

“Good morning, mi amor. It’s almost nine.”

“Hmmhhmm…. Why are you up so early on a Sunday?”

“I’m uploading your designs to your new IG page, since you didn’t even let me get started on it last night.”

“...Hm.”

“...”

“Hi...”

“Hi love, good morning. And I didn’t hear you complaining about it.”

“Huh? Oh, I wasn’t, but I still really want to do this, though. And look, it’s just this last photo now…. There, it’s done. I’ve added captions to some of the posts, but I’m going to need you to double-check them and help me with the caption for the others. I think you’ll know better how to describe your creations. Once we’ve added all the captions, we can make this public.”

“Okay, but we can do that later, yeah? Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, I was waiting for you to wake up.”

“Alright, come on. I’ll make you your favourite. I think it should be late enough in the morning for Chivis that she’ll let me use her kitchen.”

“Ohh… ‘desayuno a la Juls’, my favourite.”

“Ay, Val.”

⁂⁂⁂

“Juls!”

“Qué?”

“Juls, someone wants to buy one of your dresses!”

“Qué? Neta?”

“Sí! I just saw the message. It’s from this… I think she’s a businesswoman, based on her profile? Anyway, she said she’s attending a wedding and she’s looking for a dress with a ‘unique and modern’ style from ‘indie female fashion designers’. Look, this is the one she likes, and she’s asking if it’s for sale.”

“Oh… oh wow… she really wants to buy the dress?”

“Yes! Eeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!”

“Ow, my ears.”

“Sorry. But this is so exciting, Juls! Oh, but… you’re interested in selling it, right?”

“...Yes? I mean, it’s not one of the ones I made for you or for my classes. But Val… I don’t know what the price of the dress should be.”

“We’ll figure it out, Juls. You’re taking that Fashion Economics class now, right?”

“Yes, you’re right, you’re right…. We’ll need to think of the fabric, person-hours– if I can even remember how much time I spent on this, other materials….”

“Don’t forget to charge for the design itself. For your creativity.”

“I– I’m not a famous name, Val. I can’t charge a lot for that.”

“She asked for the dress specifically. We weren’t even trying to sell it. She wants this.”

“Okay, fine, but I still can’t charge too much.”

“We’ll see.”

“...”

“Oh, and you’re forgetting one other thing.”

“What’s that?”

“The commission for the social media manager.... Hehe.”

“—”

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#juliantina #fic #future #stories #mine #I wanted to write a pure-dialogue fic #and somehow ended up with almost 2K words of it 😅#i hope it's not confusing

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sawyersick · 5 years

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1 through 69 because you gotta twin with me

OMG ASDFGHJKL

aight here goes bitchez

1. are you religious?

nahh but my parents sent me to church camp when I was in elementary school??? For the cheap childcare I guess???

2. what animal do you think you’re most like?

I haven’t thought about this much but I think a field mouse!!

3. how do you take your coffee?

never……………………… I hate coffee

4. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

my mom’s bosses son forced himself on me when we were 6 lol so I don’t count that……….. so 15 i guess (according to my friend, if there’s no hormones it doesn’t count lol)

5. museum date or aquarium date?

AQUARIUM AQUARIUM AQUARIUM

6. do you have any tattoos or piercings? do you want more?

Just my ears are pierced and I have a whale (badly) tattooed on my hip I’ll post pix if you want but its pretty uggo

I want another whale on the other side so I’ll be symmetrical and a triangle hand tat….. maybe an eyeball tat (a tattoo of an eyeball…. not one on my eye lol)? I’m not really interested in anymore piercings tho

7. favorite fruits?

strawberries!!!

8. favorite vegetables?

when I was 12 I ate so many carrots my skin turned orange and my mom thought I had jaundice

also I heckin love mushrooms

9. i’ll only date you if _____. (fill in the blank)

I’ll only date you if you treat me with respect :(

10. do you cry a lot?

yeah lol at least twice a month minimum

11. who are your closest friends?

I don’t really have any? I’ve felt distant from my irl friends lately so idk probably just demo

12. have you ever been a part of a protest or a march?

I did the walk out for gun violence

13. do you play any video games?

helllllls yeah but I usually only play 3/ds

14. did you ever have an emo or scene phase?

yes and I think I’m still in it rip

15. what color is most of your wardrobe?

I think I wear a lot of blue! and black and white too i guess…… I’m trying to add more reds tho

16. what do you like to do for fun?

I bake and sew and draw! and listen to music

17. what is your biggest fear?

body horror tw for this one rip

being abandoned, being forced to do horrifically gross/unclean stuff, getting my eyes gouged out, getting the bones in my hands broken, getting acid poured on my face, the people around me dying, being forced to eat live slugs, getting my skin peeled off with a knife

18. name a subject you know a lot about.

whales/the ocean in general and baking!! and the band Liily

19. favorite fictional characters?

hm idk? Link and Zelda from LoZ, Clover and Snake and Aoi from 999, rhyme from TWEWY, Maka and Soul from Soul Eater, Storm from the Xmen, Ariel from the Little Mermaid, Chun Li, the Kagamines, Rilakkuma

idk I just thought about characters I have merch for

20. do you read a lot? what are your favorite books?

I used to??? Haven’t had the time for it in a while though and I’ve been reading a lot of how-to books as of late….. I really liked the Legend trilogy though

21. how would you describe your style?

art style and fashion style would both be classified as “cute but tries to be edgy” I think

22. did you have a favorite stuffed animal when you were little? do you still own it?

Yes!! a pastel elephant with a rattle in it named Elephant (very creative I know) He’s in my stuff somewhere now and this question reminded me to go find him again

23. what’s something most people love that you hate?

hmmm…. sports? mustard? airpods???? idk

24. do you think you’re a good singer?

actually yes? I wanna be in a band but I’m lowkey afraid of singing in front of people I know but have no problem doing it in front of an audience of strangers hmu if you’re in the SF bay area I’ve written 6 punk songs

25. who do you live with?

my parents and cat

26. favorite desserts?

ice cream, anything with chocolate or whipped cream, creme brulee, lemon tarts

I’m not too picky though lol

27. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

realizing that I can actually do mostly whatever I want and most things have fewer consequences than I think

also cutting people out of my life that emotionally exhaust me

28. favorite makeup brands?

uhhhh whatever’s cheap and doesn’t make my eyes burn ig urban decay is good when I can afford it

29. favorite clothing stores/brands?

Goodwill??? I used to shop at f21 but I try not to anymore

30. what was your first job?

working at a lake teaching windsurfing and sailing and I still work there

31. do you take a lot of naps?

n o I absolutely h a t e taking naps and try to avoid them

32. what is your favorite part about your body?

hmm I have pretty good hair i think and sometimes my eyes? I have huge (genetic) eyebags tho which gets me down

33. are you more dominant or more submissive?

In day to day life I guess I’m more dominant??? like I make decisions when nobody else wants to :0 also idk intimately since iM aN aDuLt vIrGiN and pretty sex repulsed but probably sub

34. are you more outgoing or more shy?

outgoing but sometimes it makes me annoying

35. how tall are you?

short…………………………. 4′8/143 cm

36. what is your body type?

uhh hourglass????? maybe pear I got them Thunder Thighs according to the guy who got kicked out of drama club for peeping in the girls changing room

37. favorite flower?

calendula, sunflowers, lavender and dianthus!!

38. favorite planet?

Neptune??????????????????

39. what do you want to dress up as for halloween this year?

I wanna be the bride of frankentstein but in a shiro lolita coordinate to make her look ~fancy~ or the Nancy part of Sid and Nancy if I’m in a relationship by that time

40. do you prefer to date people the same age as you, younger, or older?

Ideally the same age and I’m wary of dating anyone more than 2 years younger or older than me but I’m more willing to date older than younger

41. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

yall know who it is already but

in a band, dark hair, kinda tall, very fashionable, coincidentally happens to be the same racial mix as me, good at art, very humble, really sweet, lives in SoCal, has a hand tattoo of milk and “aye yah” on his arm, paints his nails orange, wears a lot of rings, gets freckles in the summer, prefers vanilla over chocolate, ties his shoes the cool way

42. who is your biggest inspiration?

idk at the moment? I like to draw from many inspirations

43. do you have any kinks?

???????????????????????????????????

44. do you own any pets?

one (1) very loving cat

45. which celebrity do people say you look the most like?

……………………….. myself

I literally had to google mixed race celebrities and STILL none look like me lol

46. do you like sports?

not really except I weirdly like baseball

47. have you ever seen a broadway musical?

Yes!! I won tickets to On Your Feet and Charlie and The Chocolate Factory

I also won Hamilton tickets but saw it in SF yall should download the app

48. what is your favorite kind of food?

noodles!!

49. would you rather be a fairy or a mermaid?

MERMAID actually I have a mermaid tail too so

50. what is your instagram?

@wishwhale :)

51. glossy lips or matte lips?

glossy by default because I have chronically dry skin/lips so matte lips are sooooooooooooooo uncomfy but it looks good on other people lol

52. do you like cherry, grape, blue raspberry, watermelon, or green apple jolly ranchers the best?

grape because im weird

53. what are your best personality traits?

I’d like to think that I’m kind and sometimes funny

54. what is your ethnicity?

asian/white

55. what different hair colors have you had?

brown and brown with pink that was supposed to be purple

56. favorite disney princess?

Ariel! bc mermaid

57. favorite album of 2017?

Humanz by Gorillaz or Deep Dream by Daddy Issues I guess

I was weirdly obsessed with Feel Your Feelings Fool when it came out but I’m not really into it anymore though

58. have you ever had braces?

nah

59. favorite holiday?

Halloween! Because dressing up is fun

60. post a selfie.

how do I make this smaller anyways I don’t normally wear this much makeup but I’m going to a small show tonight

61. are you a good swimmer?

Yes!! I swim once a week at my local pool

62. do you wear jewelry?

I used to wear a lot………. like multiple necklaces and bracelets and rings daily but now I wear my ring every day and a necklace/earrings if I remember

63. can you play any instruments?

I’m learning guitar!!

64. do you have any siblings?

short answer is no but you can dm me for the long answer

65. are your grandparents still alive? how old are they?

just my maternal grandmother and she is almost 90! My paternal grandmother lived to 102 so I’m hoping for those good genes though (I think she would have lived longer because my family suspects elder abuse by my weird aunt)

66. who knows the most about you?

hmm probably Demo or Emily

67. are you a more quiet person or do you talk a lot?

I! Never! Shut! Up!

68. what advice would you give to your 13 year old self?

shut the fuck up you stupid bitch you arent cool

69. how many pillows do you sleep on?

two

#ask #ask meme #my face #shut up sawyer #long post #loooooooooooooooong post

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imagineteamfreewill · 7 years

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Sanctuary

Title: Sanctuary

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 1,823

Beta: @purgatoan

Summary: This is my submission for @curliesallovertheplace’s Celebration Challenge. My prompt was #20 - “What if (character) hates snow and cold?”

A/N: This isn’t very long and it’s pretty much just fluff, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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“What are you going outside for?” Dean grumbled, walking into the War Room. He was cradling his usual cup of coffee in his hand and you smiled at the robe he was wearing. Sam called it Dean’s “dead guy robe,” and you had just as much fun teasing Dean about it as he did.

“It’s snowing, Dean! I’m gonna go on a walk. Come with me?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him as you held out your hand. You knew that Dean hated the snow, but you secretly hoped he’d endure the cold for you. He only pursed his lips at you.

“Y/N…”

“I know, I know. The big tough hunter’s afraid of a little frozen water,” you teased. He rolled his eyes at you before setting the coffee down on the map table. You watched him as he made his way over to you. Dean reached up and tugged your hat down further on your head, making sure it was covering your ears almost entirely.

“Don’t catch a cold, pretty girl. I’ve been playing nurse for a week with Sam, and I’d much rather be doing other things with you than taking your temperature.” You grinned and pecked his lips, slipping your gloved fingers in between his bare ones.

“You sure you don’t want to come, babe?” Dean laughed softly and kissed you, his lips still chapped from your time in the woods during the last hunt.

“I’m sure. Are you sure you want to go out? It’s really cold out there…”

“Goodbye, Dean,” you laughed, letting go of his hand and climbing the stairs. Dean pulled the robe tighter around him when a rush of freezing air came in through the open bunker door. A few of Sam’s papers blew off the table and you chuckled as Dean scrambled to collect them from the floor. Shutting the door behind you, you sighed happily at the sight of the freshly fallen snow covering the ground. You were determined to have a great afternoon, even if Dean wasn’t with you.

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Three hours later you stepped back into the bunker, soaked to the core and shivering. Playing in the snow had been fun until you slipped on a patch of ice and fell into a snowbank that was too wet for its own good. The back of your coat, jeans, and shirt were all drenched from the slushy snow, and you quickly shed your boots and wool jacket as you walked inside the bunker.

“Dean?” you called, teeth chattering. There was no reply and you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you padded down the stairs. Heading towards the bedroom you and Dean shared, you raised an eyebrow in surprise when you saw the bedroom door standing open. Usually the two of you kept it shut, as you didn’t want Sam wandering in and seeing some of your more personal items. Peeking your head in, you saw that Dean was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and headphones on. His arms were folded behind his head and you smiled softly at his relaxed form. With all the hunts needing your attention lately, you knew he hadn’t had a chance to truly wind down, and it made you happy to know that he’d taken advantage of the downtime. Another shiver went through you, interrupting your thoughts, and you hurried to the dresser, pulling the drawers open one by one as you tried to find something to wear.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice made you turn. “Jesus, you’re soaked! What happened?” he asked, pulling off his headphones as he got up from the bed.His eyes expressed nothing but concern as you wrapped your arms around your midsection, grimacing.

“I fell in the snow, but it was all slushy,” you stuttered, still freezing. The feeling of the wet clothes against your skin was disgusting to say the least, and you plucked at your shirt sleeve for a moment before trying to pull it over your head. Dean stepped forward and helped you undress, then grabbed one of his thicker flannels from the top drawer. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a pair gray sweatpants to match.

“Put these on, sweetheart. You want some hot chocolate or something?” You nodded eagerly, kissing his cheek. He teasingly pushed your face away from him.

“Even your lips are cold!” he cried, rushing out of the room as you tried in vain to grab at him with one freezing hand. You chuckled, pulling the shirt on and buttoning it up the front. Your fingers shook as you pushed each button through the hole and by the time you’d finally finished getting dressed, Dean was back with two mugs in hand—one topped with marshmallows and the other with whipped cream. You grinned as you took the one with whipped cream, wrapping your hands around it as you took a long sip. Dean laughed when you lowered it.

“What?” you questioned, grinning at him. You could feel the whipped cream that was dotted on your nose, but you knew that if you played dumb long enough Dean would kiss it off. He shook his head in response, reaching out and wiping the cream off with one finger before sticking it in his mouth. Pouting, you took another drink, this time making sure to get more whipped cream on your nose.

“Now you’re just doing that on purpose!” Dean laughed, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose. You brushed your lips against his in return before he pulled away.

“But you love me anyway,” you replied. “Come on, let’s spend the rest of the day in bed. It’s too cold out to do anything else! We could watch a movie while we warm up or something.” Dean grinned triumphantly as you crawled under the covers. Reaching across the mattress, you set your mug on the nightstand, then patted the empty space beside you. Dean raised an eyebrow at you from where he stood.

“Only if you admit I’m right, Y/N,” he said. You rolled your eyes at his little smirk.

“Right about what, Dean?”

“Winter sucks and snow should be enjoyed from the warmth of the bunker.” Scoffing, you shook your head. Dean shrugged. “Guess we’re not cuddling then,” he told you, turning to walk out of the bedroom. You groaned and flopped onto your side as you watched him leave the room.

“Dean!” you whined, getting louder when he didn’t reply. “Dean, come back! I’m cold and I want to cuddle!” He didn’t answer and you huffed in frustration, climbing out of the bed. You pulled the warm fleece blankets around your shoulders and slipped out of the doorway to go find him. Much to your surprise, he was waiting just outside the door. He grabbed you around the waist and you screamed, instinctively wrapping your legs around his thick torso. Dean chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his chest pressed to yours as your scream turned into laughter.

“Dean!” you cried. “You’re so mean! Put me down!” You couldn’t stop laughing, however, and Dean only grinned. He held onto you tightly as he carried you down the bunker hallway. “Where are we going?” you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

“You’ll see,” he answered.

“Tell me!” you pleaded. Shaking his head, he turned the corner and kept walking, taking you down a passage you’d never bothered to explore. You watched over his shoulder as he walked, having no idea where he was carrying you. He set you down after a little while and pecked your forehead, then tugged on the blankets to make sure they were still securely wrapped around your body.

“It’s just a little bit longer. Come on, pretty girl.” Dean started walking again and you followed close behind, reveling in the view of his denim-clad bowlegs. You’d never stopped admiring his physique, and from the knowing smirk he gave you over his shoulder, he knew. When he finally stopped, you frowned in confusion at the door to your left. It looked like all the other doors in the bunker, yet it was missing the brass numbers that typically hung just above eye level. It clearly wasn’t a bedroom, which meant that he had brought you to a room that the original Men of Letters had meant to keep secret. Dean dug a small key out of his jeans pocket and stuck it in the lock. The door opened without a problem.

“Go on in,” Dean told you, gesturing for you to enter. You gave him a quizzical look before following his directions and stepping inside the room. A wall of warm air hit you as you passed through the doorway, and you quickly located a fireplace along the longer wall of the room. A real wood fire was burning inside of it, casting flickering shadows on the walls and the floor.

“How did you find this?” you gasped, running your hand along the back of one of the soft, plush couches. Dean watched you from the doorway, leaning against the frame. You draped your blankets over the back of the other couch, now warm enough from the fire that you didn’t need them.

“Well, while some of us are outside freezing their tails off, the rest of us are exploring. I found this place last time it snowed but I haven’t been able to show you until now,” Dean replied. He grinned and made his way around a game table to get to you. “Do you like it? I figured if we put some snacks and a TV in here it could be our own little sanctuary. I haven’t told Sammy about it.”

Smiling wide, you nodded in agreement. Dean took your hands in his and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I love it, Dean. It’s perfect. You’re perfect,” you murmured, pulling away slightly to meet his eyes. They were shining, glittering like emeralds, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He smiled softly and freed one of his hands from your grasp before reaching up to brush your hair over your shoulder.

“I ain’t perfect, sweetheart, but I sure am lucky. After all, I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world, even if she does like the snow.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“One of these days I’ll get you out there with me, Dean Winchester, mark my words,” you grinned. Dean rolled his eyes playfully before leading you over to sit with him on one of the sofas. He pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head as you snuggled up to him. Letting your mind drift off, you watched the flames as they danced in the fireplace, and after a long while you fell asleep in Dean’s arms, feeling anything but cold.

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axidental-pol · 7 years

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Don’t Save Me Chapter 1!

Summary: Reader goes home for Holidays and finds her family mutilated by vampires. She is then kidnapped and held captive. Found and rescued by the Winchesters...but does she really want rescuing?

So this is going to be a series, I’ve already posted until Chapter 11 on Ao3 but I just wanted to post it here as well! ENJoy!

SamxReader

Word Count: 2229

The link to the prologue is here

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“You’re the Winchesters.”

You found yourself staring at the barrel of a loaded gun as Dean held it towards your head. His jaw clenched in a tight line as his eyes narrowed. You stared back sighing as you raised your hands in submission to show you weren’t going to attack.

“Um…I’m not armed?”

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Ha-ha very funny sweetheart but I gotta make sure you won’t do anything stupid.”

Dean was thinking of all the times that he and Sam were stabbed in the back just because they let their guard down. Well, today it won't happen, not again. He had enough of people trampling over him and his brother and he didn’t care if she looked innocent or not. Sam on the other hand had other ideas. When he looked at her he saw a very battered girl. Her face was decorated with tear stains and the colorful bruises scattered all over her made his heart clench. She looked fragile and yet her eyes had a fierce look to them, like a spark that Sam couldn’t quite place. She had the look of a fighter with her stubborn jaw but then there was a vulnerability in her face and it intrigued him considering what she had been through.

“We won’t shoot you, Dean?” Sam eyed his brother silently telling him to lower the gun with his gaze. Dean glared at his brother engaging him in a mute argument. The tension rose in the small space making you sweat as the two continued their unspoken conversation. Minutes seemed to pass as the strain of the inaudible clash between them began to die down.

“Alright, alright. I’ll put it down” his gruff voice unwillingly huffed.

Dean cocked the safety on the gun as he lowered it while his glare turned towards you. His strong grasp pulled your bruised shoulder making you yelp.

“WHA-?”

In the next minute, you were soaked in water with a knife coming towards your captured arm. You flinched as the blade cut through skin, the bite stinging as blood dripped down.

You tugged your arm back, “Happy now?” Giving him the bitchiest face you could throw, he released your hand relaxing his guard slightly with the comfort of knowing you weren’t a creature of the night.

“Oh, I’m always happy sweetheart.” He turned around as his brother gave him a disapproving look. “What?” Dean asked innocently as Sam shook his head sighing.

Sam took his outer shirt off and handed it to you as he glanced at your cut. “So (Y/n), how do you know us?”

You took a breath as you looked down your wounded arm and took his shirt which was still warm from his body.

“It’s a long story.” You looked at their wary eyes as you sighed softly, “But I’m gonna guess that douchebag over here’s gonna tell me that we have a long ride to talk?”

Dean smirked, “Well aren’t you a genius? So, start talking sweetheart, we got a long ride to the motel.” Wow, a total jerk-ass…

Sam looked at you curiously as if trying to place your face, “Are you a hunter?”

You looked towards him and laughed, “More or less, I guess.”

“Ok, that’s a vague answer.” his voice sounded so nice and it was starting to lull you to sleep. A small rush went to your head as your body began to shut down. You tried to pull yourself together as Sam repeated his question only to hear you groan.

“I’d really… love to tell…more ‘bout me… but I…”

You felt the world spin around once more as your vision dimmed. “Oh shit! (Y/n), hey…hey can you hear m…” Sam’s voice sounded more distant as you soon succumbed to unconsciousness letting the darkness take over.

You were sitting down at the dinner table having dinner with your family. Your little brother was playing with his food while your father was telling you stories of what he and your mother have been up to. It was a warm memory tinged with sadness as Jacob and Uncle Lou were on a hunt during the time. You smiled as you looked at your mom and dad’s happy faces as your little brother tugged on your arm.

“What’s up Ducky?” the small boy had earned the nickname because of his attachment to the stuffed duck you gave him when he was a baby. His head was looking downwards with his short (y/h/c) locks covering his face. You touched his chin making him look at you wondering why he looked so forlorn. He stared at you with glassy eyes as his face was covered in red. His mangled form lay on the floor splattered with blood. You tried to reach for him but chains held you firmly as you struggled. You were shackled and trapped with no escape as the demon’s face appeared before you.

“Hello there (Y/n),” red eyes stared at you menacingly as you held back a whimper at the sight of the blood-stained knife in his hand.

He licked the blade and smirked as silent tears began to fall on your face, “Why so quiet, my dear? Nothing to say, after your little stunt?” He tauntingly glided the knife on your face, making sure you felt the cold metal.

“You know if you won’t talk, I’ll just have to make you scream.” He began to cut across your abdomen, dragging the blade slowly over your skin as you gave an agonizing shriek.

“You know I’ll take very good care of you (Y/n). Just. You. Wait.” With every word, the demon pierced the blade further in making you scream…

The smell of sweat and metal overwhelmed you as your head throbbed from the motion of shooting up too quickly from the bed. Searching your stomach, you realize that it was only a dream.

You were on a bed in the middle of what looked like a motel disaster zone. Papers scattered the walls and coffee table along with pieces of clothing thrown over chairs and the floor. Bandages and bloody gauze spread out on the bed you occupied as you realized that your injuries were already cared for. Swinging your legs to the edge of the bed, you groan as a burning sensation shoots up your body. Fighting it off, you clutched the bedside table, leaning on it to get up. As you steadied on your feet, you walked towards the wall reading the papers plastered over it. Multiple missing persons reports, medical autopsies, and files relating to the case covered the wall as your eyes caught sight of a photo…it was you. Your fingers touched the article lightly as you gazed at the news report beside it, tears starting to form.

The lock on the door began to open and you turned quickly realizing too late that you had no balance, “Son of a-”

Your legs twisted as you stumbled towards the floor. The sound of hurried footsteps came towards you.

“You’re not supposed to be up.” Grunting as two strong arms lifted you from the floor you looked up to find yourself staring straight into beautiful hazel eyes. Shaking yourself from the enchantment of his orbs you shifted your eyes away from him in embarrassment, “I know I’m not supposed to be up...”

Supporting you in his arms, Sam led you towards the bed you came from as Dean locked the door.

“So why are you out of bed? Your…injuries weren’t exactly something you can sleep off.” Sitting you down on the edge of the bed, he inspected your injuries making sure you didn’t open them. Your face turned red from the close contact as you bit your lower lip, “Umm…I wanted to go to the bathroom?”

“Yeah right. If you were headed to the bathroom, you’d have faced the other way sweetheart.” Dean placed his gun on the table as he headed towards the fridge to grab a beer. He plopped down on the bed opposite you and took a long pull before staring back at you.

Sam finished probing your bandages in search of opened injuries but when he found none he looked up at you. “Do you want some water?” You gave a small nod as he stood up and went towards the counter holding the pitcher and glasses. He poured into the glass and walked back, holding the it towards you.

Taking the glass of water from Sam’s hand you murmured thanks as you thought of how to escape the two hunters. The door was blocked by Dean and Sam was basically hovering around the bed. You were also freshly wounded so your reflexes made you walk like a newborn deer learning how to stand. The odds were definitely not in your favor at this moment so you decided to wait for an opportunity. Might as well be friendly…

“Umm…Thank you for saving me back there and for stitching me up…” fiddling with the rim of the glass you fidget as the two men sat down surrounding you. “Well, we’re just doing our job.” Sam smiled as Dean nodded in agreement.

“So (Y/n), you know about vampires and demons?” Sam sat down at the edge of the bed as Dean leaned towards you in silent curiosity.

“I guess you could say that…” you sighed. “My dad and uncle taught me and my older brother since we were young. They thought it was best that we know how to protect ourselves from… what’s out there.” You looked down and clenched your fists. “They always told us to stay alert and never let our guard down but my dad…” The memory of your father’s corpse holding a gun with your mother sprawled around him flooded your mind as you tightly shut your eyes to stop the tears from flowing.

“I should’ve been stronger…” you whispered and clenched your fists. “I should’ve been able to kill that vamp…and that demon…” Sam looked surprised as he turned his head towards Dean then looked back at you.

“(Y/n), what demon? There were only vampires in that house.”

Your brow furrowed as you raised your head to face them.

“Didn’t you guys kill the demon? He was the one leading the nest.” They looked towards one another as you paled.

“You didn’t kill him,” the silence of the two brothers confirmed your statement as you jumped off the bed.

“Hey! You can’t get up right now. Your stitches might open!”

Hands grabbed your waist as your legs gave way from the sudden movement. You thrashed in Sam’s arms as he tried to get you to settle down. Avoiding your flailing limbs, Dean restrained your wrists with his hand.

You continued to struggle out of their holds as panic began to set in. “He’ll go after them! I can’t stay here. He’ll find them…he said he would go after them if I escaped. He’ll kill them!”

Dean grabbed your chin making you look at his face, “Sweetheart calm down and look at me.” You stopped moving as Sam locked you tighter in his arms as Dean’s green orbs found yours in panic. He tried to get your attention. “Breathe, hey sweetheart come on you have to breathe…in…out…in…out… good girl.”

Dean stared at you seeing the panic fade as it was replaced by urgency. “Uncle Lou and Jacob. They're in danger. Please…they’re all I have left…I have to, I have to go back.” Your shoulders shook as your lips trembled in fear and desperation. Sam saw you shrink into his arms as he held you tighter. He felt a sense of protectiveness towards you and Dean noticed it when he saw his brother look at you.

Dean's mouth frowned at Sam as the younger man’s hand stroked your back trying to calm you. “(Y/n), are you sure that there was a demon leading the nest?”

“Y-yes… he had red eyes and he didn’t have fangs like the others. The vampires called him ‘master.’” You shuddered as you imagined the red eyes looking at you once again. Noticing your shoulders shaking again, Sam burrowed you further into his arms as if trying to comfort you.

Dean released your wrists as he walked towards the door, “I’m gonna call Cas, see if he knows anything about a red-eyed demon running loose.” Sam nodded, too occupied with the girl in his arms. She seemed so small as he cradled her letting her nestle into his chest as she cried. She was going through a lot and the feeling of a warm body with the smell of leather comforted her. Moments passed as he held you and he noticed your eyes fluttering slowly as your cries began to slow. Smiling, he realized you were exhausted and decided to let you rest.

He laid your head down towards the pillow as your body collapsed on the hard mattress. “Sleep, we’ll figure this out.” He was moving to stand up but you clutched his hand not wanting him to leave. It was unusual how he felt so familiar even though he was a stranger not so long ago. His kind face and his captivating eyes made you feel safe. You blinked slowly as he smiled and moved you on the bed so that he could sit beside you. Feeling the dip of his body on the mattress you began to fall asleep.

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