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[proton-selfships]

Selfshiptober: Day 4

Apple Picking/Fog

Ship: Laurelton Words: 1,212 Prompts from @sennamybeloved!

Peyton shuffled in her pajama pants into the kitchen, with a big stretch and an even bigger yawn.

She’d slept in as long as her stomach would allow, and now it felt like the emptiness was pulling on it from the inside. Not that it helped her decide what she wanted. If anything, the irritation from how hungry she was made it harder to actually think about grabbing and preparing something.

Then something in the window caught her eye, and the frustration in her brow dissolved into a look of pure tenderness. It was hard to see outside, with a thick morning fog hanging in the air and misting up the glass, but she had a feeling she knew what it was. And when she reached over, wiping away the droplets with her palm, her suspicions were confirmed:

The most beautiful woman in the world. The one Peyton had the honor of waking up to every morning.

Laurel sat out on the porch swing in her own soft cotton pajamas, her legs gently swaying in the crisp air as the seat softly creaked under her. A stray sunbeam that had made it all the way through the fog was shining right on her, as if the heavens themselves decided to give her the spotlight that Peyton knew she deserved. Her adorably messy bedhead sparkled subtly in the golden yellow light of dawn. Her eyes, focused on her hands with the intensity of an owl’s stare, caught glints of the light like facets of a crystal.

In her hands was a half-eaten apple, the remaining uneaten skin still lightly speckled with water from being washed in the sink. She raised it to her mouth and took a bite with a solid crunch. Peyton watched, transfixed, as the juices seeped out and ran off her lips the moment they parted from the apple.

A rumble from Peyton’s stomach caught her attention again. She looked down, blushing. How long had she been standing there staring? Whatever, now she had an answer to the food conundrum that wouldn’t involve much work.

She opened the fridge, pulled out the drawer where they kept their fruit, and pored over the light red-and-yellow gala apples left in one of the plastic bags. She swore, picking out an apple was like playing roulette—even when they were in season, even after the first stage of picking them out from the store display. Either she’d get the sweetest nectar she’d ever tasted in her life, end up with a decent snack, or a mealy, flavorless bomb would go off in her mouth. Or worse, a sour one.

As soon as she stopped futzing around, made her choice, and rinsed it off, she opened the door to join Laurel. The second she stepped outside onto the porch, she felt a refreshing chill enter her through the bare soles of her feet. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, taking a moment to let the feeling wash over her. Just being out in the cool autumn air and the morning sun on their own filled her with life. Together? Not even the most indulgent spa day could beat it. As much as her body wanted to be a night owl, it was worth it to resist if it meant she’d never miss a morning like this.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Peyton opened her eyes and looked over at the teasing Laurel. “Just wanted to join you.” She trotted over to the swing and flopped down next to Laurel, the loudest creak yet mingling with both of their laughter as the swing bounced under Peyton’s added weight.

“So,” said Peyton, resting her face on her arm propped up by her knee as she swung her legs below their seat, “what’s the plan for today?”

Laurel clicked their tongue. “Well, since winter is on its way, I was thinking we should find some more cat-friendly plants to bring inside.”

“Right, right.” Peyton nodded and watched, enraptured by the way Laurel’s hands moved when they spoke. If she had it her way, she’d never have to spend a moment not kissing them. “So no lilies, I know that.”

“No… much of anything, really.” Laurel took another loud bite of the apple.

“So what does that leave?” Peyton chuckled. “Cat grass?”

“Well, that. We’ll see if Pearl has any appetite for it.” Laurel tilted her head, stopping to think for a moment. “But I also found some ferns and succulents that would be fine to keep with our baby.”

“Yeah… Our baby.” Peyton smiled. She loved the sound of that a little too much.

“Babies, if we count the flytraps I finally got back from the conservatory. Lucky those are safe to have around Pearl, too.” Laurel reached over to rub Peyton’s shoulder. “We’ve got a little family now.”

Peyton buried her face in her hand. “Aaaaaahhhh, Laurs…”

“What~?” Laurel asked with angelic eyes and a devilish grin.

“You know what!”

A low gurgle interrupted their exchange. Peyton looked down at her stomach. Another laugh followed.

That’s when Peyton remembered the apple in her hand. “That’s right, I came out here to eat with you, not for you to bully me!”

Laurel tilted their head. “Would you consider it bullying if I were to suggest we keep our family growing?”

“Yes.” Peyton tossed the apple a few inches in the air and caught it again. “Place your bets now, is this gonna be delicious or shit?”

“Peyton, Peyton,” Laurel tutted. “My picky girl.”

“I’m not that picky. …Okay, maybe I am, but fruit’s just inconsistent.”

“All right, then. Let’s see.” They watched expectantly as Peyton went to take a bite.

“…”

“…”

“…Oh, goddammit.”

As Peyton set the bitten disappointment down on the table near the swing, she noticed a smirk growing on Laurel’s face. “What?”

“Here, you can have a taste of mine.”

“Wha—?”

And Peyton felt Laurel’s lips crash into her own.

Her muscles melted into a puddle inside her on contact, her lidded eyes nearly rolling straight back into her skull as Laurel’s tongue slowly caressed every surface of her mouth that it could find. The flavor that flooded her mouth reminded her of the way that apple juice used to taste when she was a little girl. It made her feel safe. It made her feel warm. That warmth amplified into molten heat as her hands grew restless, finding their way to Laurel’s hips and getting a few firm kneads in before Laurel finally pulled away for breath.

“So?” Laurel asked, licking her gorgeous, supple lips. “How did that taste?”

Peyton blinked a few times, dazed. “…What…?”

“Take your time.” Laurel quirked an eyebrow and made Peyton blush, subtly mocking the power she had over her little dumbstruck lover with just one little kiss.

Peyton took a moment to remember where she was and what she’d been asked. Her head was full of the fog surrounding them, and Laurel was the light.

Finally, her words came back online. “…Sweet. Really sweet.”

Laurel leaned over to Peyton again, resting their hand on her shoulder. “Just how you like it?”

She swallowed, her neck tingling from the sensation of Laurel’s hot breath against it. “…Yeah.”

Laurel pulled Peyton in by the shoulder. “Want some more?”

“Please.”

[mitskicentral]

an old tweet from mitski

[firelise]

God Evie, you are so sheltered. Well...unshelter me.

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love (1995)

[postcardaday]

Laurel, 1901 by Alphonse Mucha

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

oops! all ponies!!

you can tell these r sorta old because jons not MASSIVE HUGE TALL GIANT

But yk just.. pretend..

I really liked drawing pony designs for them I REALLY like ponies...also people liked this one on ig when I first posted it!! rare for me 2 like something and to have it do well

I've got no excuse for why everyone's all cute n gay I think drawing horses just MAKES you make them kiss

Jon doesn't have a cutie mark because uhhhhhh ermm ummm

their all earth ponies also because I kinda didn't...wanna figure out what they'd each be BUT IF I DID....

jon n tom are earth(toms pretty farm pony coded imo)

matt n duin pegasus

edd n mark unicorn?? maybe???

tord unicorn too I guess but I'm not used to including him

also one image being SUPER low quality is so funny to me genuinely but also FHUCK dawg why don't I save my art in high quality....I need to stop not sending people my finished stuff because otherwise it gets posted and is PROBABLY gone from my ibis gallery because........well tbf me clearing my gallery is my fault mostly but...cmon

[telffiin]

linda & mae!!!

[petrichorandarson]

i’m obsessed with how pink lightning washes out elphaba’s green skin and makes her look normal

[aipurjopa]

Hi fem laurels

[interstellar-t]

stay soft get eaten

[proton-selfships]

I had to .////.

(found the template here!)

[mitskicentral]

mitski shot by sarahí rosas (2023)

[forsapphics]

THE L WORD (2004 - 2009)

S01, E09: Luck, Next Time — directed by Rose Troche

[eky11]

Hello chat, how have we been doing, I have a little sketch to offer 💚

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

local freak gets doodle ask and draws whole art gone catastrophic

also albino mark..don't..know why take a process video too what the heck :3

goofy ass sketch ...I love you sketch Jon..Mark..hart emoji :)

alt finish pass

[yutamayo]

Well-behaved women seldom make history.

[wahhzo]

cleaning up the archives so enjoy the assorted eddsworld flavors. 🧹