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newestcool · 10 months

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''Cold Feet'' August 2020 Creative Director & Photographer Aaron Ricketts Newest Cool

#newest cool #newestcool #cold feet #Aaron Ricketts #surrealism #surrealism art #art surrealism #ice cold #visual artist

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an-experienced-gentleman · 4 months

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I'll warm your cold feet, Sweetheart.

Six Sexy Words

#six sexy words #ssw #warm #feet #cold feet #sweetheart #partner

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iconsfinder · 3 months

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#daisy edgar-jones #daisy edgar-jones icons #daisy edgar jones #daisy icons #icons daisy edgar jones #icons #girls #girls icons #female icons #twitter stuff #twitter icons #normal people #the fresh #war of the worlds #cold feet #where the crawdads sing #on swift horses #voyagers

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icallhimjoey · 2 years

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ok fine ill throw you a quick one: you warming up your cold feet with joe's body in the bed (he hates it)

thanks this is the shit i was after, short and sweet, let's go wordcount: 0.6K ----------

Cold Feet

“Fuck no,” Joe was quick to move away from you when you pressed your feet up against Joe's legs. “Get those ice blocks away- Get them away from me!” You’d found his legs again, pressing your cold feet to his warm skin. The covers flailed as Joe tried to escape them. “Do you see this line?” Joe turned to you and pushed his hand in between the two mattresses of the bed. “That side? All yours.” He sat up to push you over. You couldn’t stop laughing.

When you’d rolled over to your side of the bed to Joe’s satisfaction, he used his hand to paint an invisible line in between the two of you. “No limbs shall cross this border.” “Joey I’m freezing,” you whined. “Tough.” “You’re practically a furnace!” Your feet snuck back over to his body, going for his thighs this time. Joe yelped as they made contact and used his hands to quickly grab hold of your ankles. “I know you get hot, these babies will cool you down!” You laughed as Joe held both your feet and placed them back on the bed as far away from him as he possibly could. “Put some fucking socks on, I don’t know,” Joe suggested before turning to his side, facing away from you, ready to get some sleep. “Socks?! In the bed?!” You were appalled. “And what do you suggest I do about my hands?” You shoved them right up against the skin of his bare back, unable to contain your giggles, feeling Joe squirm away from you upon contact. “All right,” Joe sat up and got out of bed. “No, Joey! Come back!” You whined through laughs, not regretting a single thing. Joe stepped to a dresser and got a pair of socks out. Without looking behind him, he chucked them over his shoulder, hitting you square in the face. It only took a second for a hoodie to be thrown over too, landing right over your head. Then he left the room and came back a second later with the throw blankets you kept on the sofa, dumping them right on top of you. Next he grabbed hold of the covers and with a big swoop threw them off of you, exposing you to the cold air in the room. “Babe-” “Quiet!” Joe was quick to shush you. He took the ball of socks and sat down on the bed next to you. He wasn’t gentle at all, and the playful frustration only made you laugh more as Joe tried his best to get the socks onto your feet.The hoodie followed, pulling it over your head with enough force that it left a bunch of your hair covering your face within the hood. You were quick to swipe as much of it aside as you could, and before you knew it Joe was tucking you into the throw blankets. He was comically grunting when making sure the blankets really restricted your leg movement. He finished by flipping the duvet back over you before getting back into bed on his own side. “All right, sleep tight!” He said cheerfully, moving over to quickly peck you over the hood that covered your head and then turning over to his original sleeping position. If you’d been claustrophobic, this surely would’ve triggered you. You laid there for a couple of minutes, quite frankly unable to move. Joe had done a good job swaddling you. It was really toasty, you'd give him that. “Umm, Joe?” You tried carefully after a little bit, hoping he was still awake. You were met with silence.

"Are you still up?"

"Mmmh," is all you got. “I'm... I’m kind of hot.”

#requested #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joe x reader #joseph x reader #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader #fanfiction #cold feet #joey quinn #stranger things 4

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splatooshy · 3 months

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tiny little excerpt from my next chapter of ‘I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before’ by splatooshy on ao3.

reads as stage directions / an observation of the scene, rather than an actual narrative / novel-type of thing.

Six year-old Stefan, clad in just his nightshirt and nightcap, creeps down the hall towards Damon’s bedroom, where he opens the door with an ominous creak.

“Damon?” Little Stefan whispers, hovering in the doorway. When he receives no reply, he takes a few steps inside.

“Daaaaaay──monnnnn.” He approaches the bed, where all that can be seen of his brother is a mop of dark curls poking out from the white bedcovers. His next whisper is a harsh one, as he leans over his brother’s sleeping form.

“Damon!”

“Mmn… grhnn,” Damon mumbles as he begins to rouse. “‘T’s ‘t?”

“Damon, wake up!”

Damon moves to bury his face further into the sheets. “G’way St’fy. ‘M sl’p’n.”

Stefan doesn’t back down. “And I can’t sleep,” he hisses, “I had a scary dream. So let me in or— or…I’ll tell Father.”

“Th’s’tup’d. F’th’r w’ldn c’r.” But still, Damon shuffles around to make room for the boy.

Stefan drops the subject with a gleeful hum, and crawls right across Damon’s body onto the other side, eliciting pained grunts from the teenager. “Mng-rngh-AH—! Stefan! Gentle!” Damon chastises, but the younger boy just hums and continues to make himself comfortable, wriggling around and climbing all over his brother, who just wants to go back to sleep.

Stefan settles down quickly enough, squished against a (finally) sleeping Damon’s back, arm wrapped around him, and for a moment, all is quiet. Until—

“Argh! Stefan!” Damon hisses, trying to throw his brother off. “Keep your cold feet to yourself!”

Stefan doesn’t budge, and just hums happily. “‘M l’rn’ng to share. Sharing is caring.” He burrows his face into Damon’s neck, and the screen dims.