#head covering cc

[thequeensim123]

~Feminine Head-Coverings~

Look... I know I announced this two months ago and said it would be a week. The thing about me is sometimes I stretch the truth :D Anyways here it is finally. Apologies for the delay xoxo

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credits under the cut as always <3

*these two photos are the same one. my bad! this is the second time in a row I've done this too :/ the second link is the one i MEANT to put but didn't, unfortunately. fortunately, they're made by the same OH SO TALENTED creator. currently thinking of better ways to streamline these so this doesn't happen a third time-

credits:

@bokchoijo @marsmerizing-sims @birba32 @oranos @pluto-sims

@frenchiesimgirl @nords-sims @daylifesims @surely-sims

@nolan-sims

you can find other cc options in my hair with accessories, cultural cc, or hats and hair accessories tags.

[tricoufamily]

more ancient ocs i got bored and made as sims. they were doing every tired annoying romantasy trope years ahead of the curb smh i could have been making booktok bucks

[livvylives]

I like how we know next to nothing about the wicked powers but Cassandra Clare has already shared multiple pieces of official art (some of which is clearly scenes from a book that she hasn't finished writing) and she's so real for that

[simsiaa]

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊ Rukkhadevata

Trying out some Indian-inspired clothings :3 lmk if the clothing choices are okay 🤍

Thanks to all cc creators <3 @parsapuff @goppolsme @northernsiberiawinds @kijiko-sims @lunanelfeaharchive etc 🌿

[oleafia-art]

drawing my sims instead of making them in cas bc i need to feel productive even tho im sick with a bad cold and my mental health is shit

[myrruwrites]

PLEASE write more streamer jinx😩🙏🙏 I only ever see other characters. it was so funny reading it and imagining what out of pocket things jinx would say

“Long night” | Gf!Jinx doing streaming marathons.

A/N: This is just meant to be a rough draft, putting some thoughts into words. I’m aware it’s not my best work, I just really wanted to give it a shot. Reader wears glasses btw! | thank you a ton for giving me an excuse to write more of this. I love streamer!jinx. I hope this is alright!

WC: 400(?), CC: 2,155 | CW: Gunshot mentions. Jinx is a Fortnite lover. | Pairing: Streamer!Jinx x F!Reader.

You toss and turn, stirring slightly in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open slightly, your gaze meeting the numbers on the alarm clock. 4:00am. “What the fuck am I doing up at 4am?” You think to yourself. You roll onto your side to see if Jinx is asleep still, but to your surprise, you find the spot next to you empty and cold, like she hadn’t been there for hours. Where is she?

That’s when you hear it, the slight sound of gunshots. You let out a soft sigh, prying the covers off of you as you stumble to your feet. You know exactly where Jinx is, exactly what she’s doing.

As you wrap your favourite robe around you, you slide your glasses on. You make your way through the hallway, and unsurprisingly, the door at the end has a bright light peeking through. You can hear the gunshots get louder, mixed with playful rambling. “Ha! Take that! Chat, did you see that?! Headshot!”. A soft smile forms on your face at the familiar voice. You make your way up to the door, before creaking it open slightly. Surely enough, Jinx was sat playing Fortnite attentively, her webcam clearly on.

She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to chat, so you decide to use this to your advantage. You slide into the room, creeping closer. At this point you can see the chat yourself. They’re all saying hello to you, pointing you out. However, Jinx seems completely oblivious to your presence. You place your palms over her headphones, your fingers lightly tugging at them and prying them off her head. It’s at this moment she snaps back to reality and her surroundings, she tilts her head back, looking up into your eyes, “hey tuts!”, before turning back to chat. “why didn’t-ya warn me she was here?”. You laugh softly before responding on behalf of her chat, “they did, I saw them. You just weren’t paying attention, little miss blue.” She scowls as you playfully poke her nose, but you can see the undeniable smirk forming on the edge of her lips. “Yeah yeah, just get in here.” she murmurs, hauling you onto her lap before focusing on her game once more.

“Fuck! That cunt was afk killing me! Chat, I’m so gonna get her back!”

God, she’s such a doofus. Atleast she’s your doofus... this is going to be a long night.

[eggrolls-and-fandoms]

Full fnaf crying child cosplay with a little photo of “WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87?!?!” I can show to my friend whenever something happens

ok but really guys WHAT are we wearing to Iron Lung... I do not think we can realistically go drenched in blood.....

[targaryenluvs]

— HONEYMOON BLISS

pairings: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader, percy jackson x sister!reader

summary: your relationship with luke was pure joy, but it seems your happiness and love leads to the two of you slipping up.

warnings: none really, fluffy, giggly reader, suspicious percy, flirty luke and annoyed reader, clarisse and chris r detectives, bickering luke and y/n, percabeth crumbs

a/n: it’s coming close to the end, very scary i swear 😭😭 i thought it would take me ages to write this story but i’ve uploaded all chapters in one day and written them lmao

wordcount: 1.2k

taglist: @songofthesuns @gayforyelena @taloulalila @honeydanny @7s3ven @sssi-nr @percabethtears @gr1mes-cc @2hiigh2cry @10ava01 @ahh-chickens @fangirl-swagg @anotherblackreader @midmourn @lovelyforesst @urfavpogue @lilacspider @mysteris-things @whoreyzontal @lunalixya @dangelnleif @wordsarelife

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv - finale out now!!

iii. honeymoon bliss

the smile on your face was very wide. in your hand was a red lipstick you’d long forgotten. “what’s that?” luke hovered over you as you jumped back, “announce your comings and goings castellan, you scared the shit out of me.” luke grinned as he leaned against the wall, your eyes couldn’t help but trail over his arms.

his sleeves were rolled, specks of paint all over.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“kill yourself, my peace will last longer.”

“ouch, who hurt you?” luke came closer as you placed the cap on the lipstick, “everybody on earth, how do i look?” it wasn’t too bold, a nice color nonetheless , one of your favourites. “perfect, as always.” you smiled before pressing a kiss to his lips, than his cheek, than his jaw. “okay now run along, peeta.” luke’s face contorted, “hate to break it to you, but i’m luke.”

you slapped your palm against your forehead, “i know, i’m calling you peeta, like from hunger games? he paints and bakes?” luke crossed his arms as he stared at you wondering, “there’s a game for hunger? that’s horrible.” you smiled as you kissed him again, “ill explain later, now go before clarisse murders you for being late.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead before heading out, a salute sent your way as he approached the door, “yes ma’am!”

it wasn’t until it was too late that you’d realised, his face was covered in lipstick. but clarisse and chris noticed straight away. “so, you wanna tell us what you’ve been up to?” chris asked as he continued directing the paint roller up and down. “what are you talking about?” clarisses laugh rung out through the air, “i’m talking about the fact that you’re face is covered in lipstick.”

shit. luke clamoured to the nearest window to view your work, he looked pretty nice, he thought. but the stares from chris and clarisse brought him back, “it’s nothing, get back to painting.” and as much as luke would love to wear the marks, he raised his sleeves to wipe them off.

clarisse would not stop staring at your lips, “yknow, if you wanna kiss me, you could’ve said so.” you said as she shoved your arm, “as gorgeous as you are, no.” you leaned against the palm of your hand, “got your eye on someone? starts with an a? b?” her foot collided with your shin before you could continue you any further.

as you rubbed it up and down you smiled, “duly noted.” clarisse picked at her food, “as much as i love having you here, why are you at our table?” you sighed, “percy takes forever apparently. usually at the idea of food he comes running.” you laughed as percy flicked your ear, “ow! where have you been?” you stood up and walked to your table, not without a wave towards the ares cabin.

“i barely got away from annabeth, she was working me to the bone.” percy’s eyes immediately flicked to the food infront of him. “oh please you’re as skinny as a twig kelpie.” percy tilted his head, “you’re my sister, which means you’re connected to the sea. yet you’re still calling me kelpie? what even is that?” the goblet in your hands currently held liquid gold, otherwise known as mountain dew, “i don’t know kelpie.” you took a sip from your goblet whilst percy inhaled his food.

“hey percy, y/n.” luke’s voice called out as he walked over to the two of you, you practically froze up. you hadn’t seen him all day since he was currently repainting the hermes cabin after someone, (kids from the ares cabin who’d then blamed their siblings for putting them up to it. which caused them to end up at the infirmary and clarisse painting as a punishment) took their masterful artistry from off their page and onto the walls.

“i hate to ask, but i need more people to help me out, percy?” his mouth was currently stuffed full and you couldn’t help but laugh, “the foods not going anywhere perce, and yes he will help, won’t you percy?” your tone wasn’t exactly asking him, but he didn’t want to paint. you could tell by his lack of response that he wasn’t exactly elated. “i’ll talk to him, he’ll come soon enough. you heading up?”

and so percy watched as the two of you walk away, laughing at you tripping over. “shit, you okay bab—,” your head snapped up at the slip, “i’m fine. it’s just my lace.” you interrupted as luke handed you his tray.

luke bent down as you clutched onto his plate and your own, he patted his knee as you rested your foot. he made quick work of your laces, double knotted and all. “what’s that? world record time?” you scoffed, “you wish.” luke feigned shock, “no faith jackson, no faith.” it was a running joke, your last name being jackson. even if it wasn’t, percy was your brother. and you didn’t really mind it, your parents weren’t exactly heartwarming.

“i have faith, in your failure.” he clutched his chest, “you’re killing me here.” you smiled, “good.” chris’s jaw was quite literally hung open, before clarisse shut it and chris mentally ran laps at the fact that she’d touched him. “they’re so together.”

“undeniably.”

“what’s undeniable?”

chris jumped back at percy’s sudden intrusion into the conversation, “cmon man.” percy shrugged, “what’re you guys talking about?” clarisse rolled her eyes, “none of your business, learn some manners and stop butting into conversations.” it was percy’s turn to roll his eyes, before they focused on the two of you.

“her laces are double knotted, they were untied two seconds ago, she never double knots.” chris rose his eyebrows at percy’s observant eyes, “luke tied them.” he turned back to the picnic table as clarisse turned to her siblings. leaving percy to sigh, “guess i’m painting after all.”

i mean, he had to keep an eye on you. right?

percy had been painting for a record time of ten minutes, before you’d managed to get annabeth to take him away so you could be with luke. she’d unsurprisingly caught on pretty quickly, especially when the two of you had accidentally worn eachothers shirts to the bonfire.

“what’re you doing here seaweed brain?”

percy visibly jumped at annabeths voice, to luke’s amusement. “you alright there?” percy’s thumbs up was a quick response as the boy turned to annabeth, his face was beat red. “hey, annabeth. what’s up?” his voice crack caused luke to laugh, and for percy to roll his eyes.

“i need someone to train with.”

“that’s nice.”

“i’m choosing you.”

“that’s not nice.”

annabeth crossed her arms, her foot tapping impatiently against the floor. she was waiting for him to give in, and her harsh stare was more than enough for him to run after her. you walked to luke with a smile, he was currently bent over as he dabbed his brush in the paint. “nice ass castellan.” luke grinned at your voice, “thanks, yours is… nice i guess.” you punched his arm.

“i think we should go swimming tomorrow.”

“you think?” your eyes flitted back up to his, before returning to painting.

“yes! thank you. i’ll pack everything don’t worry. we should bring the camera.”

“who said i agreed?”

“you didn’t say no, you didn’t shake your head, nothing indicating towards a no. you said, ‘you think?’ you’re asking me if i really want to go, and i do.”

you couldn’t help the smile that came over your face, dam, luke castellan knew you like the back of his hand. “if you feel like skinny dipping, i’m not against it.”

“castellan!” your voice was shrill as you chastised the man, accidentally flicking paint up at him as your hand waved around, his smirk was undeniably devious.

“oh it’s on.” he took his roller and ran it across your face as you shrieked, “i’m going to murder you!”

[sweetbans29]

Marked - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Caitlin loves to mark you up (based on THIS request)

Warnings: possessiveish Caitlin?, suggestive

Word Count: 1.8k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: When I tell you she can't keep her hands to herself...

Caitlin has you pinned between her and your kitchen counter, one hand on your hip while the other is holding the right side of your neck. She has one of her legs wedged between your two and uses her body to make sure you have no where to go. Her lips attached to your neck, just the start of where she wants them to be.

You moan when she reaches the sweet spot that she knows oh so well as your hands slide under her shirt to rest on her stomach. Caitlin smiles into your skin knowing she has you exactly where she wants you.

"No marks," you say breathlessly. Your words hold empty threats that blow right by Cait's ears. She could care less about your lack of wanting mark because they are her favorite.

"Don't," she kisses your neck. "Tell," she bites. "Me," she uses her tongue to sooth the spot over. "What," she kisses down your shoulder. "To," she moves her leg to come flush with your center making your moan and buck your hips into her. "Do," she says holding you back in place.

You let out a whine as she continues to feast on your skin. You let her lips roam wherever they want until you hear your phone ring and you are brought back to reality. You remove your hands from your girlfriend and go to answer it.

"Hi Katie," you say into the phone. Caitlin comes and wraps her arms around you from behind, not happy that her time with you was cut short.

"Ahh! Good, I got you!" Katie says. "I have a huge favor to ask."

Caitlin's hands are on your stomach, fingers dipping under the waistband of your shorts as her lips do work on the back of shoulder. You bring your hands to meet hers, giving them a warning slap.

"What's up?" You ask.

"Would you be willing to watch Aliya for a few hours? I have some errands I need to run before practice," she says.

"Of course!" You say as you walk away from Caitlin. "I would love to watch her."

"You are the best," Katie says. "I can swing her by in the next hour if that is okay?"

"Sounds great," you say, "Auntie CC is also here so she will be more than entertained."

"Great, thanks again," Katie says before hanging up.

"Katie is dropping Aliya off before practice," you tell Cait.

"But what about our time?" Cait says with a little pout.

"It is still our time, it is just our time with Aliya," you say with a smile.

"But I won't be able to do everything I want to do with her here," Caitlin says wrapping her arms around you again. She buries her face in your neck placing a gentle kiss on one of marks she left on you before being interrupted.

"You have me all the time," you say with a little laugh. Your arms wrap around her shoulders.

"Want you more," she muffles into your neck. You get a glimpse of the two of you in your living room mirror and gasp.

"Caitlin Clark," you say swatting her shoulder. You move past her to look at the trail of marks she has left down your neck and on your shoulder. Your fingers brush up against them all and you whip your head around to see a confident smirk on her lips.

"I said no marks," you scold her. "Now I have to go cover them up."

Caitlin doesn't say anything, her smirk saying it all. You finish covering them up right as Katie rings the door. Cait is the first one to greet them.

"Look who it is!" Caitlin says with joy as she takes Aliya from Katie Lou.

"Thank you again for doing this, I won't have time after practice and Devin won't be back until tonight. I owe you one," Katie says. You look over to see Caitlin already playing with Aliya on the floor.

"It really is no problem," you say. "We will bring her to practice for you."

Once Katie Lou leaves you join Caitlin and Aliya on the floor. The three of you play for a little before getting a snack ready for Aliya.

"See, you love your time with Aliya," you say to Caitlin as you watch how much Aliya adores playing with Cait.

"I never said I didn't love my time with her," Caitlin says. "I love my time with little miss Aliya-bear, isn't that right?" Caitlin tickles Aliya's stomach which has the little girl giggling.

You bring Aliya her bottle and begin to feed her. Once she is finished, you burp her and begin to rock her. She goes down seamlessly for a nap and you being to prep for practice.

"Someday we will have a little one," Caitlin says with a smile on her face.

"You will have to learn how to share first," you say jokingly.

"What do you mean? I know how to share," Cait says defensively.

You give her a look. You both know she is not good at sharing, especially when it came to you.

"Sure you do babe," you say going to her and giving her a peck on the lips. You pull away and continue getting ready as Cait pouts.

"Just a peck?" She asks.

"Yes, just a peck. If i give you anything more, it would lead to something we shouldn’t do with a child in the home," you say.

"How do you think Aliya got here?" Caitlin says and you roll your eyes.

"No Caitlin," you say.

You find yourself pinned between Caitlin and your bed when you should be getting ready to head out for the game but once Caitlin starts she is a hard one to turn off.

Cait's lips are currently putting in work on your thighs. You had already managed three rounds and Caitlin wasn't finished. Your whole body was a canvas to her, she wanted to mark up every part. And she did, mark up every inch of skin she wanted to.

"Cait, no more," you whine not knowing how you are suppose to play a game after the last hour.

"Okay baby," Caitlin says sweetly as she begins to kiss up your body, leaving her last few marks. She stops right under your right breast, one of her favorite spots. You let out a soft moan.

"Just love hearing your make those sounds, just for me," she says placing gentle kisses on all the marks she so proudly left on you. She looks down and knows you will need to wear both leg sleeves and a long sleeve under your uniform for the game. She prefers that you don't, wanting the whole world to know that your hers but the two of you haven't announced your relationship yet.

"Wouldn't make them for anyone else," you sigh as her lips meet yours one last time. You look up at her and can't help but smile.

"You are beautiful," you say as your hands come to cup her face. A light blush creeps into her cheeks.

You look over to your bed side table and see that you need to be leaving in les than 20 minutes. You begin to panic as you don't want to be late and quickly get ready.

The two of you head out the door and head to Gainbridge. You had opted for a comfortable tunnel fit as it was a gloomy and cold evening. Once you got into the locker room and removed your hoodie and sweatpants did all hell break loose.

You felt someone grab your arm and spin your around.

"Oh. My. Are you okay?" Lexie asks looking over your body. You give her a questioning look.

"Looks like you got mauled by a bear or something," Nalyssa says. "Look at your thighs!"

Your once questioning face turns into a mortified one as you realized you had just showed your team the damage Caitlin had done prior to the game. You try to cover yourself up but now Erica is by you holding your other arm.

"Damn girl, you were someones snack," Erica says with a laugh as your face turns even more red than it already was.

"I didn't know you were dating someone!" Lexie yells, slightly offended that you hadn't told her sooner.

"We were trying to keep in under wraps," you say quietly.

"Ain't nothing under wraps here," Erica says laughing. "I should report this as abuse."

"I'm not being abused," you say immediately.

"So who is the one devouring you?" Nalyssa asks with a quirked eyebrow. You don't mean to but your eyes shift over to Caitlin who has a proud smirk on her face. Your eyes dart away from her almost immediately but not fast enough.

"CLARK???" Erica yells as she runs over and squeezes her shoulders, jumping up and down. "Caitlin is the freaky one!"

You sit in your chair, sinking as low as you can go before falling out of it.

"I will neither confirm or deny your allegations," Cait says with a giant smile on her face.

"Oh it is so Clark," Aliyah says with a smile. "Do you see how proud of those marks she is, girl is showing off."

You are relieved that the team knows about you and Caitlin but really wish it was done is a different way. You were never going to live this down.

"You are going to need these," Lexie says handing you a set of leg sleeves and a compression long sleeve.

"Thanks," you mumble and put them on.

Caitlin comes over and tries to wrap her arms around you but you push her away.

"Don't even think about it Clark," you say.

"Ooooo, Caitlin's in trouble," Nalyssa teases. The team laughs then goes about getting ready.

"I'm sorry baby," Caitlin whispers to you.

"You're not sorry," you mutter as you throw on your jersey.

"You're right, I'm not," she says with a smirk. "Gotta show them who you belong to, all mine."

"Ya well, you get none until every single one of these marks are gone," you say.

"That's not fair," she fights.

"I said no marks," you fight back.

"You know I can't help myself," she says. "Plus now everyone knows so it isn't a big deal."

You shake your head and begin to walk away from her to go warm up. She grabs your arm and pulls you back into her.

"It's not my fault you taste so sweet," she says kissing your neck.

"Caitlin Clark!" You yell and push her away. "We are now going to practice abstinence."

"Absolutely not," Caitlin says.

"Oh ya? Try me," you say, now the one wearing the smirk.

AN: Okay this was a little too fun to write. I hope you enjoy and make sure to let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍

[codtrashsammy]

Cute Meet?

Started as a kinda character study and idk what happened, i'ma be honest. I haven't written anything with length in awhile, so feel free to leave cc and let me know what you think <3 Just a cute meet kinda scenario, reader is an anxious lil thing and Simon 'Ghost' Riley is obsessed upon first glance. Love? No, not yet.. but obsessed, yes. Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Simon Riley x Reader/You Warnings: No warnings, no use of y/n tho Enjoy :))

Ghost is the keeper. Ghost is stoic, cold, even apathetic. Ghost can kill a whole platoon without batting an eye, can be covered in the blood of his enemies and be entirely uncaring to watch it flow down the drain once he has enough time to scrub the caked blood from where it seeped through his clothes. He is in charge, able to control his emotions effortlessly, able to lead. He is everything he needs to be. And then there’s Simon. Ghost is the keeper. Simon is the man beneath the mask who needs one. Simon is more akin to a stray dog than a human at times. Face hidden from the world, yet teeth always barred and ready to bite. Hidden behind a mask, a carefully crafted mask that is Ghost. A man with more scars than flesh, a man with more trauma than peace, a man who simply longs for the normalcy of life without a way to reach it. And then came you.

Ghost couldn’t care less for you. The mask is on as he’s on leave, shopping in a grocery store to get something to eat on while he stays in that damned motel for the next couple of weeks before flying out once more. The mask stays in place, a protection, a show the keeper is in charge. You don’t mean to run into him, you’re definitely not the type to go looking for trouble- you’ve had enough of that in your life, and you’re just starting to get your shit together for the nth time. But as you’re both leaving, you stumble, bumping right into him and leaving a couple of his poor bags strewn about on the sidewalk rather than carefully held within each hand. “Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Ghost grumbles with a sigh, clearly not pleased by the circumstances while watching a can of beans he had bought simply roll off of the sidewalk area and into the road- promptly ran over by a vehicle looking to park. No beans and toast now, british man. “I am so sorry-” You immediately apologize, the sheepish and embarrassed look on your face obvious as you dust yourself off and try to begin gathering the mess that you had caused. Ghost is annoyed at you. Just one look and he’s annoyed. But Simon? Simon is enchanted. The sweet, sheepish smile on your face, the way you scramble to help, the heat to your cheeks in your embarrassment as you scatter around trying to fix the situation. The way your hair falls and how you’re clearly nervous, but you still act anyway. You don’t care of how he looks- all brooding and intimidating with his hoodie over his head and the black medical mask over the lower half of his face. You couldn’t care less of that- you simply want to make things better. Simon notices that though. Simon remains frozen for a few moments, hidden interest in his eyes as he watches you scramble about, resorting your things just to have an extra couple of bags for his things. And you just hand things back over to him, the sheepish smile still on your face, the embarrassment clear- but gods, you look like such a sweet lil thing, lookin’ at him like he’s a human, a person. “‘S fine,” Simon eventually spits out, taking the bags from your hands and glancing once more at the beans staining the roadway now, before turning to focus his attention back on you. He could let you leave now. He could, it’d be so easy. He could leave it at that and walk away, probably never hear or see from you again. I mean, hell, he’s only known you for all of 5 minutes, and it’s because you’re a clumsy little shit who fucked up his shopping. It’d be so easy so why does it feel so hard. “D’ya always ‘ave to make such an impression?” Simon quips out, readjusting the bags comfortably in his grip. You can’t even pretend not to notice his accent- it’s unusual for where you live, you don’t think you’ve ever heard anything like it outside of the media you’ve consumed. It’s pleasant, rings around in the ears for a bit. You finally meet his eyes, and gods, they are gorgeous. Deep, rich, brown- like chocolate with golden flecks scattered. Especially in the sunlight- like they are now- pools of liquid gold swimming about a chocolate river. “Ah- No- Um-” You struggle to find the right words, now your cheeks are warmer, and it’s less from embarrassment and more from the pretty eyed stranger you just fucking throttled on accident. But at least he doesn’t seem angry, so there’s always that. “I’m so sorry,” You settle on apologizing again, one of your hands moving to nervously run through your hair, pushing some strands out of your face. “‘S fine. Really.” Simon says with a slight nod, and you can feel the burn of his eyes as they trail over you. You can’t decide if he means it or not, though, he sounds oddly monotone for such simple words. “Still, I feel bad, I uh- I’m kinda clumsy at best,” You blurt out, sheepish smile on your face despite its softness as you glance away from him before looking back once more, “I uh- just wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going- a real bad habit of mine, honestly- which is surprising cause you’re kinda huge and hard to miss-” 

What the fuck did you just say?!Your cheeks heat up further, hands moving to gesture with your words now. You’re rambling, you know you are, but god did not give you the ability to shut the fuck up. “N-Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re uh- very well-built!” what the fuck you’re making it worse- “I-I mean- You uh- You have lots of muscle a-and that’s a good thing! And you have pretty eyes- always a bonus!” Simon’s eyebrow slowly lifts, his eyes crinkling at the sides. Simon’s been called a lot of things in his life- but he’s realizing at this moment that no one has ever called his eyes pretty. They’re brown. He can recall Johnny referring to them as ‘shit brown’ more often than not.  And you just look so fucking adorable- continuing to ramble, but he’s hardly paying attention to the words now, watching your cheeks get darker, your hands gesturing with your words, nervously shifting on your feet as you try to ‘save’ the situation. Such a precious lil thing, too pure for this world.

Simon was enchanted at first glance.

Ghost decides he could be, too.

A pretty thing like you? In this world? Oh, love, that’s just not safe. You’re a lil bundle of nervous, clearly. How’d ya make it this far? Who made ya like this? Unsure, rambling, nervous? Ghost wants to learn you. Wants to figure out what events molded you into this cute lil thing. You clearly need someone- he won’t judge, Simon needs him, too.

Ghost decides he wants to know you. Simon has made that thought known.

“You know what? I’m gonna shut up!” You finally say, voice a higher pitch and the heat being felt in the tips of your ears at this point as you take a step away from the masked man, who you know you’ve done ruined the chance to know with your inability to shut the fuck up.

“Tell me yer name before ya do,” Simon says, voice smooth like it’s the easiest and most casual thing in the world.

He’s so… quiet. He let you ramble and make an absolute fool of yourself- but now he’s actually wanting to know your name?

After you manage to knock yourself out of your stupor, you finally offer your name to him, cheeks finally cooling down a bit. Only to heat back up once he repeats your name in that voice of his, all low and gruff- says it differently than anything you’ve ever heard before- like it’s something important, something that matters.

“Simon,” He supplies, adjusting his bags in one grip as he offers a hand to you.

Simon and Ghost are two very different people who share this skin suit.

But they both decide you’re theirs.

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The Baroque period saw a softening of women's fashion, with the silhouette becoming fuller and higher waisted. Leg-o-mutton and three quarter sleeves added a billowy upper half to dresses. Shimmering soft satins and tonnes of delicate lace trimmings were all the rage. Necklines continued to broaden, eventually even falling off the shoulders in some styles. CC links under the cut.

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[myrrusstuff]

A winters night.

. . . Caitlyn x Reader.

CW: SFW, a bit suggestive & references to sex briefly, but it’s mainly fluff. A bit of comfort (r!receiving). Caitlyn walks in on you baking her a surprise on your anniversary. :^)

WC: 1.06K | CC: 5.7K | Proofread: No.. | Notes: this is my first time writing a reader x character fic. One of my first times writing romance at all, actually. I normally write warrior cats. But I wanna branch out to my other interests, one of which is arcane. I hope you like it! | MEN DNI.

It’s starting to get late out, the sun setting. The kitchen’s dim candles are the only things leaving the room barley visible, although, you don’t go to turn the main light on. You’re much too busy for that. You’re working hard making a pie for your girlfriend, Caitlyn. It’s Apple and cinnamon, her favourite. It also happens to be the same dish you made her on your first date. You had worried you’d come onto her too hard, but much to your surprise, she was impressed.

While sprinkling the cinnamon onto the apple mixture, your mind can’t help but drift to Caitlyn. "I wonder what she’s doing right now?" you ask yourself. She’s still at work, you’re positive of that. At least you think you are. You shake your head slightly, as if it’d help you clear your mind. You have to finish the pie before she gets home, even if it’s the last thing you do.

You slowly mix the pie filling, folding it. As you do, you notice the time. "7:30.." you murmur, gulping. Caitlyn finishes work at 7:00 on Tuesdays, she’d be home soon. "Shit, shit, shit." you think to yourself, your breath strained. You try to press on, working harder, faster.

15 minuets later, as you’re beginning to plat the top-crust of the pie, you hear the front door creek open. Is Cait home already? She can’t be, you’re not ready. This isn’t how you had planned it. You were meant to present her with a slice of her favourite pie as she came home from work, snuggling up to her on the couch as you play a movie you both enjoy. This is not what was meant to happen, she wasn’t meant to be home yet. Had it been a Monday, Thursday, or even Friday, she’d be home at 9:00. You’d have more than enough time to finish your plan. But on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, you’re not so lucky.

Before you can start to panic, Caitlyn drops her bag off on the couch. She begins to slide off her uniform, and your gaze immediately begins to take in her curves. Her under-shirt rides up slightly, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. You feel almost sad as she pulls it back down, folding her uniform neatly as she hangs it up to wash later. You gulp, caught off-guard.

"Y/N, you home?" Caitlyn calls out, due to you not greeting her. Suddenly, you realise you hadn’t even said hello. You yell out quickly, almost shakily "I’m in the kitchen! Welcome home, honey!". How hadn’t you done that when she first walked in? You always do. Well.. you know why. You remember the sight seeing you did earlier. How could you not? The way her shirt clung to her body..

Your thoughts are cut off as she walks into the kitchen, she reaches for her ponytail, undoing it. Her eyebrow tilts as she realises you’re baking, a soft grin forming on her face. "What’re you making?" She asks, walking up to you. Her arm wraps around your waist, her hair brushing against your neck. "What do you think it is?" You tease, looking down at the pie. Caitlyn scoffs slightly, before tugging your waist slightly, pulling you against her. "Is it really the pie?". Her phrasing makes you giggle slightly, your hand reaching to cover your mouth. As you do so, her hand meets yours, moving it away from your lips. "Now, don’t go covering such a pretty sight."

The air practically became thicker, a slight blush creeping up your neck. She breaks the silence with a quick peck on the lips, as you lean into it you feel it deepen. Suddenly, you break away from the kiss. "I have to finish baking. How about we.. continue this after?" You explain to her about wanting the pie to be done earlier, but forgot to makeup for her early finish from work. She reaches to cup your cheek, turning you to face her. Her thumb strokes close to your lips. "It’s a sweet gesture, don’t upset yourself."

You smile softly, noticing the sincerity in her eyes. She’s really not mad. You start to think about it, why would you assume she’d be mad in the first place? Caitlyn has always been sweet to you, always patient. You kiss her softly, before quickly turning back around, hiding the stunned look on your face. She lets out a small laugh, her hand still resting on your waist. She watches with awe as you bake, "I’m so glad you can cook, because I sure as hell can’t. Thank you for this, by the way."

You don’t turn to face her while replying, clearly still engrossed in baking, "I was planning to make something, it’s our anniversary after all. And the thought of pie reminded me of you." you admit with a smile. "Well isn’t that cute," she nudges your hip, before releasing it. "Let me help you with that." she moves to the side of you, gently taking the pie out of your hands. She bends down by the oven, putting it in with a smile before turning to you, "there, now I can have your full attention."

As the night wares on, you watch a movie with Caitlyn. It’s Scream, a shared favourite. You still flinch every time at the jumpscares, your nails digging into Caitlyn’s shirt. Her arms drape around you before pulling you closer. "Scaredy-cat, huh?", she teases. It causes you to smile slightly, amused by her tone. For the rest of the movie, you cling to her tighter. She mocks you for it, but you can tell she secretly loves having you in her arms. She plants a kiss on your forehead, holding you closer than ever. You start to wonder, would tonight be the night? The night you two finally.. you know. You shake your head, burying it in her neck as the next jumpscare hits. As time passes, your eyes begin to feel droopy, and you can’t help but think you could stay like this forever. Your body begins to relax into Caitlyn’s touch, her hand stroking your hair. She smiles softly at you as you begin to fall asleep, your eyes fluttering to a close.

Maybe another time. Tonight, you just want to be held, and she just wants to show you how much she cares for you.

© myrrusstuff

This is reposted from my old blog: @myrruwrites. This was my first fanfic I’ve like, ever written about people. Before this I mainly wrote warrior cats and stuff like that. This fanfic is also pretty old,, but I’m re posting all my writing onto this blog

[baigepueckers]

Caitlin Clark X Reader

Full Circle

The Carver Hawkeye Arena has always been loud, but tonight it feels different. The energy in the air is almost thick, the kind of electricity that makes your skin prickle. The stands are packed with people who have followed Caitlin’s journey from the beginning, people who have watched her break records, change the game and redefine what was possible.

You glance at her beside you, standing at center court, back straight and hands shoved into her pockets. To anyone else she looks calm…collected even. But you know her too well to be fooled.

Her fingers twitch slightly like she wants to fidget but won’t let herself. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other every few moments. Her jaw tightens when the announcer says her name over the speakers, and you swear you catch the way she takes a deliberate breath, like she’s steadying herself.

This is the moment she’s waited for her entire life but now that it’s here…she doesn’t quite know how to sit in it.

You step a little closer… just enough so that your arm brushes against hers. She doesn’t react right away, but then her pinky hooks around yours for the briefest second before she lets go.

The ceremony begins and one by one, the people who have shaped her career step forward. Her old coach speaks first, talking about how Caitlin changed the trajectory of Iowa basketball, how her impact goes beyond the numbers and the records. The crowd roars every time her name is mentioned and Caitlin nods along, polite but visibly restless.

Then come the highlight reels. The deep threes, the impossible passes, the buzzer-beaters. The shots that made even her opponents shake their heads in disbelief.

But then something softer…..clips of her celebrating with her teammates, hugging her mom in the stands… grinning with Kate and Gabbie like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

You steal a glance at her and catch the way her throat bobs as she swallows hard. She blinks a few times, her lips pressing together like she’s holding something back.

When they finally pull the cover off the banner, revealing Clark. 22 now hanging high in the rafters, the arena erupts. The sound is deafening, shaking the building and Caitlin just stares at it, like she’s not sure if it’s real.

Her dad claps a hand on her shoulder… her mom reaches for her hand, and Kate and Gabbie are yelling something ridiculous probably giving her a hard time just because they can, but Caitlin doesn’t react right away. She just keeps looking up at her name.

You don’t say anything. You just stand beside her, letting her have the moment.

After a long beat, she finally turns to you…her expression unreadable. “That’s crazy” she mutters.

You huff a soft laugh. “Yeah.”

She shakes her head, still staring at it. “Like…it’s just there now.”

“Forever” you say and she blinks a few times like she’s still processing it.

The rest of the night is a blur of conversations, handshakes, interviews and pictures with fans. People are constantly pulling Caitlin in different directions but every time there’s a break, every time she gets even a second to breathe, her hand finds yours.

Kate and Gabbie stick close, teasing her in between moments of genuine praise.

“You know you’re officially old now, right?” Kate says nudging Caitlin’s side. “Jersey retirement is, like the beginning of the end.”

Caitlin rolls her eyes. “You act like you’re not older than me?”

“Yeah but I don’t have my name in the rafters” Kate counters. “I still have time.”

Gabbie laughs, throwing an arm around Caitlin’s shoulders. “Don’t let her get in your head, CC. You’re a legend now.”

Caitlin huffs but doesn’t argue.

Her parents are stopped every few feet by longtime fans, people congratulating them like they’re the ones who put up 40 points on any given night. Her mom eats it up, smiling through happy tears, while her dad keeps squeezing Caitlin’s shoulder like he’s making sure she doesn’t disappear.

At one point, her mom catches your eye and pulls you into a hug. “Thank you for being here” she murmurs.

You squeeze her back. “There was never a question.”

Eventually the crowd starts to thin, and Caitlin finally escapes to the tunnel, exhaling like she’s been holding her breath all night. You follow a few steps behind… giving her space but staying close enough that she knows you’re there.

When you finally make it back to the hotel, Caitlin drops onto the edge of the bed leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. She stares at the floor for a long moment, saying nothing.

You sit beside her, close but not crowding her. “You good?”

She exhales, running a hand through her hair. “It’s weird” she admits. “Like, I knew it was happening, but seeing it up there? Feels…final.”

You nod letting the silence settle. After a moment, you nudge your knee against hers. “Final in a good way or a bad way?”

She considers that for a second. “Both?”

You wait, letting her find the words.

“I gave everything to this place,” she says finally. “Every ounce of energy, every bit of myself. And now…it’s not mine anymore.”

You watch her carefully… seeing the weight of it all settle in.

“You’ll always belong here” you say softly. “That doesn’t change just because you’re not on the court.”

She nods slowly, like she’s not sure she believes it yet but wants to.

After a moment she shifts, leaning back against the headboard with a tired sigh. You follow her lead and lean back next to her.

“You know, your parents were really proud tonight,” you tell her.

She lets out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah, I could tell.”

“Kate and Gabbie were insufferable, though.”

That earns a quiet laugh. “Always.”

You glance at her, watching as she stares up at the ceiling, still processing.

“You don’t have to figure it all out tonight,” you say eventually.

She exhales, rubbing at her face. “Yeah.”

You don’t push her to talk more. You just sit beside her, letting her come down from the night in her own way. After a few minutes she shifts slightly, her knee knocking against yours.

She doesn’t say anything but you feel the way she relaxes, the way her breathing evens out.

And for tonight, that’s enough.

[myrruwrites]

A winters night.

. . . Caitlyn x Reader.

CW: SFW, a bit suggestive & references to sex briefly, but it’s mainly fluff. A bit of comfort (r!receiving). Caitlyn walks in on you baking her a surprise on your anniversary. :^)

WC: 1.06K | CC: 5.7K | Proofread: No.. | Notes: this is my first time writing a reader x character fic. One of my first times writing romance at all, actually. I normally write warrior cats. But I wanna branch out to my other interests, one of which is arcane. I hope you like it! | MEN DNI.

It’s starting to get late out, the sun setting. The kitchen’s dim candles are the only things leaving the room barley visible, although, you don’t go to turn the main light on. You’re much too busy for that. You’re working hard making a pie for your girlfriend, Caitlyn. It’s Apple and cinnamon, her favourite. It also happens to be the same dish you made her on your first date. You had worried you’d come onto her too hard, but much to your surprise, she was impressed.

While sprinkling the cinnamon onto the apple mixture, your mind can’t help but drift to Caitlyn. "I wonder what she’s doing right now?" you ask yourself. She’s still at work, you’re positive of that. At least you think you are. You shake your head slightly, as if it’d help you clear your mind. You have to finish the pie before she gets home, even if it’s the last thing you do.

You slowly mix the pie filling, folding it. As you do, you notice the time. "7:30.." you murmur, gulping. Caitlyn finishes work at 7:00 on Tuesdays, she’d be home soon. "Shit, shit, shit." you think to yourself, your breath strained. You try to press on, working harder, faster.

15 minuets later, as you’re beginning to plat the top-crust of the pie, you hear the front door creek open. Is Cait home already? She can’t be, you’re not ready. This isn’t how you had planned it. You were meant to present her with a slice of her favourite pie as she came home from work, snuggling up to her on the couch as you play a movie you both enjoy. This is not what was meant to happen, she wasn’t meant to be home yet. Had it been a Monday, Thursday, or even Friday, she’d be home at 9:00. You’d have more than enough time to finish your plan. But on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, you’re not so lucky.

Before you can start to panic, Caitlyn drops her bag off on the couch. She begins to slide off her uniform, and your gaze immediately begins to take in her curves. Her under-shirt rides up slightly, revealing the soft skin of her stomach. You feel almost sad as she pulls it back down, folding her uniform neatly as she hangs it up to wash later. You gulp, caught off-guard.

"Y/N, you home?" Caitlyn calls out, due to you not greeting her. Suddenly, you realise you hadn’t even said hello. You yell out quickly, almost shakily "I’m in the kitchen! Welcome home, honey!". How hadn’t you done that when she first walked in? You always do. Well.. you know why. You remember the sight seeing you did earlier. How could you not? The way her shirt clung to her body..

Your thoughts are cut off as she walks into the kitchen, she reaches for her ponytail, undoing it. Her eyebrow tilts as she realises you’re baking, a soft grin forming on her face. "What’re you making?" She asks, walking up to you. Her arm wraps around your waist, her hair brushing against your neck. "What do you think it is?" You tease, looking down at the pie. Caitlyn scoffs slightly, before tugging your waist slightly, pulling you against her. "Is it really the pie?". Her phrasing makes you giggle slightly, your hand reaching to cover your mouth. As you do so, her hand meets yours, moving it away from your lips. "Now, don’t go covering such a pretty sight."

The air practically became thicker, a slight blush creeping up your neck. She breaks the silence with a quick peck on the lips, as you lean into it you feel it deepen. Suddenly, you break away from the kiss. "I have to finish baking. How about we.. continue this after?" You explain to her about wanting the pie to be done earlier, but forgot to makeup for her early finish from work. She reaches to cup your cheek, turning you to face her. Her thumb strokes close to your lips. "It’s a sweet gesture, don’t upset yourself."

You smile softly, noticing the sincerity in her eyes. She’s really not mad. You start to think about it, why would you assume she’d be mad in the first place? Caitlyn has always been sweet to you, always patient. You kiss her softly, before quickly turning back around, hiding the stunned look on your face. She lets out a small laugh, her hand still resting on your waist. She watches with awe as you bake, "I’m so glad you can cook, because I sure as hell can’t. Thank you for this, by the way."

You don’t turn to face her while replying, clearly still engrossed in baking, "I was planning to make something, it’s our anniversary after all. And the thought of pie reminded me of you." you admit with a smile. "Well isn’t that cute," she nudges your hip, before releasing it. "Let me help you with that." she moves to the side of you, gently taking the pie out of your hands. She bends down by the oven, putting it in with a smile before turning to you, "there, now I can have your full attention."

As the night wares on, you watch a movie with Caitlyn. It’s Scream, a shared favourite. You still flinch every time at the jumpscares, your nails digging into Caitlyn’s shirt. Her arms drape around you before pulling you closer. "Scaredy-cat, huh?", she teases. It causes you to smile slightly, amused by her tone. For the rest of the movie, you cling to her tighter. She mocks you for it, but you can tell she secretly loves having you in her arms. She plants a kiss on your forehead, holding you closer than ever. You start to wonder, would tonight be the night? The night you two finally.. you know. You shake your head, burying it in her neck as the next jumpscare hits. As time passes, your eyes begin to feel droopy, and you can’t help but think you could stay like this forever. Your body begins to relax into Caitlyn’s touch, her hand stroking your hair. She smiles softly at you as you begin to fall asleep, your eyes fluttering to a close.

Maybe another time. Tonight, you just want to be held, and she just wants to show you how much she cares for you.

© myrruwrites.

I hope you liked ittt.. its my first time posting my writing. If you do like it, feel free to request! I really wanna write more, it’s something I really enjoy. I wasn’t quite sure where to end this fic, and I would’ve made it longer, honestly I don’t know why I didn’t. I can always make a PT2 if anyone’s interested. Thank you for reading! Reblogs & likes are appreciated.