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He’s a Winchester

Chapter 4

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, lots of feelings, Dean becoming a DILF

Chapter Word Count: 6338

MDNI 18+

A/N: annnnd I feel like we can get that ball rolling! Sorry guys, this should have been posted last night but my kid is sick again (germy little fuckers) so I'll post it now! Let me know if you like Deans POV and if you want more of it! Also do we prefer longer or shorter chapters? Lemme know. As always, it's only proof read by moi and my currently highly cold&flu medicated brain, so let me know of any errors. Also feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 4

Ice-cream went down a treat and the boys were loving every minute spent in each others presence. We were currently sitting in the window booth at the dessert parlour, my second coffee now clutched between my palms as both Levi and I listened to Dean intently. He was telling us some crazy story from his travels, and I couldn't help but smile as Levi hung off every word, urging Dean to become more animated in his narration. The crisp ring of a phone suddenly cut through the air between us and it took Dean a moment to realise it was his. After retrieving it from his jacket pocket, his eyes widened when he saw the caller ID. He mouthed ‘sorry’ to both of us as he answered the phone.

“Sammy!” he exclaimed before chewing his lip. He turned away and toward the window slightly so he didn't speak over us. Whilst Dean was preoccupied, I took the time to turn to Levi, warmth blooming across my chest at the smile that hadn't left his face.

“Hey there trouble, how are you doing?” I reached over to place my hand over his, tracing my thumb over his knuckles.

“This is the best day ever!” he said,  his voice practically bouncing with joy and excitement as he glanced at his Dean, still on the phone. “Mom, I have a dad!”

I laughed softly, giving his hand a final squeeze before letting go.

“Yes you do!”

“And he’s cool!”

I laughed again. “Very cool!”

We chatted for a few minutes whilst Dean wrapped up his conversation with his brother - Levi trying desperately to contain his enthusiasm every time his dad was mentioned. It didn’t take long for Dean to hang up the phone and turn back to face us, giving Levis’ hair a ruffle as he looked down at him.

“Hey kiddo, that was your uncle Sammy on the phone,” he shifted his gaze to mine for a moment before turning back to his son, “I’ve sorta left him hanging all afternoon, so I’m going to need to spend a few hours with him, ok?” Levi pouted, which triggered Deans’ expression to soften. He looked back at me with almost pleading eyes. “If it’s ok with your mom, I could come around later? Bring a movie and popcorn?”

Dean had barely finished speaking when Levi beamed at me and I laughed at his electric excitement. If he smiled any wider I feared he’d actually hurt himself.

“Of course, that’s fine with me.”

The boys high-fived before I gave Dean a light hearted warning look.

“But the film has to be age appropriate. Absolutely no slasher films.”

Dean held his hands up in mock defence.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a slight smirk on his lips

With that, he said his goodbyes with a pat on Levis’ shoulder and the squeeze of my hand before slipping out of the booth and out of the parlour.

Deans POV

“You have a son?!”

Sam looked just as shocked as I had felt less than twelve hours ago, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Yeah,” I grinned at him, “crazy, huh?”

Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times, almost getting words out before changing his mind at the last minute in favour of a different sentence. 

“Dean… You’re a dad,” he smiled in disbelief, looking over at me.

“Yeah,” I said again, feeling that goofy-ass grin reappear on my face, “it’s awesome. He’s awesome. I can’t wait for you to meet him, Sammy. He's so fucking cool.” 

“I bet he is.”

We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, my mind creating and then recreating hundreds of new scenarios I’d never thought I’d ever imagine. That I never thought I’d even get the chance to experience. I’m a hunter. I live a wild, dangerous, unpredictable life. But I have a son. A reason to live; to take care and caution for. 

“Hey Dean…” Sams’ soft voice derailed my train of thought.

“Hmm?”

“How do you know (Y/n) is telling the truth? That this kid is definitely yours, and she’s not just messing with your head? I don’t mean to sound horrible Dean, but your taste in women can be-”

“(Y/n) can be trusted,” I cut him off, his words souring my mood slightly. I know he’s only looking out for me, but he’s always the first to question when something seems too good to be true. “You sure?”

“Yeah…” I held his gaze for a few seconds before sighing, deciding to explain further when his stare didn't let up. “We were together for almost a year. She was different. She never judged, or got angry when I was a mess after a hunt. She knows what I - what we - do for a living, and she never freaked out over it, or tried to break things off. She would just say, ‘ok, just stay safe out there’, and carry on,” I paused, the memories of our time together replaying in my mind like an old movie. I could see Sam nodding at my words, listening. So I continued. “(Y/n) had just turned eighteen when we met. I took her to prom,” I smiled at the memory, remembering the tremble in my hands as I’d driven to her parents house to pick her up. I’d never felt so nervous around a girl before, desperately trying to get a grip on my nerves the whole drive there.

“Prom?” Sam smirked, a twinkle in his eye, “You took her to prom?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“How have I never heard about this? Did dad know?”

I chewed my bottom lip, feeling the embarrassment heat my skin a little.

“Yeah, dad knew. He never met her, but he still teased me for weeks. You never knew because I never brought her ‘round, and you were determined to get into Stanford. I stayed away a lot back then, trying to work some cases on my own, to get some more experience. But… (Y/n) turned out to be a huge distraction,” we both laughed, the sound light and easy as it filled the car. I reached into my jacket and pulled out my wallet, flicking through the various cards and slips of paper until I pulled out an old, folded photograph. I passed it to Sam and he eyed it before taking it carefully and unfolded it, smoothing out the creases before studying the image. The slight furrow between his brows quickly disappeared as he looked down, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Well I’ll be damned, you really did go to prom.”

He looked it over for a few more moments, taking in every detail before passing it back to me. It had been a while since I’d looked at the image, finding it hard in the past to look at (Y/n)s face and remember that I’d left her behind. But now… now I could stare at this photo all day and feel nothing but warmth. I looked down at the decade old picture, seeing the candid moment captured in time. She had her arms draped over my shoulders, her face in a contented smile as I leant in for a kiss. Her lipstick was slightly smudged and my jacket was nowhere to be seen - small signs of a night enjoyed. I remember her friend snapping the picture before running off with a giggle, passing the developed image to (Y/n) a few weeks later. It was only a few days after that I told her I was leaving, and she’d gifted it to me with a sad smile and lingering kiss. I never normally found goodbyes difficult as they were part of the job. I'd gotten used to them. But saying goodbye to her had been one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do. The promise of staying in touch didn't last as long as we’d both hoped - dad somehow commondering my phone and returning it to factory settings without telling me. I guess it was around that time she found out she was pregnant. 

The wince struck my face like a bolt of lightning, guilt and regret hitting like ice in my chest. The years she'd spent raising our kid on her own, working at the local garage in between school runs, Motocross trips and simple survival - it had me feeling nauseous. I should have been there. I've missed so much of Levi's life - of a life I could've had with (Y/n), as a family. My family. I mean fuck, I missed the birth of my son - I never got to hold him as a baby. I made him wait eight years for a hug. I made (Y/n) wait even longer, leaving her with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Crossing my arms over the steering wheel, I buried my head between them, praying that the tight knot in the pit of my stomach would disappear.

“You ok man?” Sam asked, twisting further in his seat to face me, the well-maintained leather creaking under his weight. I raised my head.

“Yeah… and no. I feel so, so good, like I'm on top of the fucking world, but…”

“But?”

“Do you think she hates me? Resents me? For falling off the face of the earth and making her do all of this alone?”

Sam smiled, a small laugh on his breath as he leant back against the passenger side door.

“Are you serious?”

I shot him an incredulous look.

“Dude…” he started, “(Y/n) doesn't hate you. She will obviously have feelings on the matter, but I think what she's feeling right now is relief, knowing that you're here now.”

I took a deep breath.

“Do you really think so?”

“Dean, I don't think things would have gone as smoothly as you described if she held any animosity towards you. She let you take Levi for ice-cream straight after meeting him. I think that's a good sign.”

I smiled, remembering my afternoon.

“Yeah, she's letting me go over to theirs tonight for a movie.”

“I don't think she'd be letting you into her house if she hated you. I mean, in the thirty seconds I'd met her earlier, she was all kind smiles and soft edges. Definitely not giving off ‘mean vibes’. Plus…” Sam smirked slightly, drumming his fingers on the back of the seat.

“Plus?” I raised an eyebrow, turning towards him.

“There's a chance she feels the same way you feel about her. That hug you shared said a lot.”

I scoffed slightly, finding his words ludicrous.

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you've kept her picture in your wallet for nearly a decade. She was the only long relationship that I've ever known you to have, and you're worried if she hates you.”

“And?”

“When have you ever given a shit about anyone's opinion but mine and dad's?” 

His words stopped my racing mind in its tracks, making me think for a moment. My heart suddenly picked up speed, finding it hard to ignore the truth in Sam's words.

“I mean, we were great back then, but she's a totally different person now. She had to grow up fast - there's no way she's gonna put up with my shit now,” I gnawed on my bottom lip, turning to look out of the front windscreen at all of the other parked cars. “I mean, what about hunting? We have jobs to do, I can't just bail on people - bail on you. (Y/n) Doesn't need that sort of chaos in her life, not now that she's got Levi. And I won't bring the hunters life anywhere near him. Fuck, Sammy, what am I going to do? I can't stick around, but I can't leave. FUCK.”

“Dean.”

“Why does this have to be so complicated?” 

“Dean.”

“I'm going to end up ruining their lives and-”

“DEAN.”

“What?!”

“Just shut up. Do you hear yourself? You're overthinking shit that doesn't matter right now.”

His abrupt words ceased the hurricane in my brain, slowing both my thoughts and my rapid pulse. I even released the steering wheel from my white-knuckled grip. I replied to him, my voice slower and less panicked.

“But it's important, I need to figure it out.”

“It is. And you can - with (Y/n). You don't have to figure all of this out by yourself, Dean. You can make those decisions together. You guys are a team now, so you can't go off and decide these things on your own.”

I found myself nodding slowly, letting his words sink in. Taking a deep breath I leant back in my seat and ran my hands through my hair before dragging them over my face. I thought for a moment; calmer, quieter thoughts this time as I mulled over what Sam had said. He was right. I needed to talk to (Y/n) before making any decisions. Any stupid decisions that I know she would prevent me from making - like she used to. I huffed out a long held breath, twisting in my seat to face my younger - wiser - brother.

“Yeah, you're right. Look, I'm sorry for freakin’ out, I don't mean to… it's just- this is crazy. I mean Sam, I have a kid. ME. Of all people.”

Sam's eyes softened, his puppy-dog glimmer returning with a small smile. 

“It's so crazy. I mean I never thought I'd get to be an uncle! But Dean… this is something good. All the shit we've seen, that we've dealt with and put up with - you especially - you deserve this. Embrace the shit out of this.”

I returned his smile in kind, a warm, fuzzy feeling I wasn't used to filling every fibre in my body.

“Yeah, I will.”

(Y/n)’s POV

Evening was drawing in, the sun starting to set as it neared 6:30 pm. Levi was busy tidying his room as I cleaned the kitchen, the small room bathed in a pink and orange glow. The sunset was calming as night slowly crept closer, the feeling of fall crisp in the air as the sun started to lower in the sky. As I dried the final dish from dinner and returned it to the cupboard I heard a rap at the door. I'd barely acknowledged it when Levi's footsteps came thundering down the stairs.

“Dad's here!” his giddy exclamation bouncing off the walls and bringing a smile to my lips.

“Well, go and let him in then!”

He practically leapt over to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open just as I stepped around the corner. There Dean stood with a happy smile and clean shirt, leaning lazily on the doorframe. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted Levi.

“Hey there kiddo!” Dean ruffled his sons hair.

“Hey dad! What movie are we watching?”

Dean laughed.

“Why don't you let me come in first, huh? I need to say ‘hi’ to your mom.” 

At the mention of me his eyes flicked up to meet mine, the sudden connection catching me off guard as his grin twitched upwards slightly.

Levi stepped back and let Dean in. It was a very rare occurrence for us to have a man in the house, and I couldn't stop the small flutter in my chest at the sight of Dean standing in my small living room. He dominated the space, his rugged exterior a little out of place in our domestic setting. Levi shuffled off to sit on the couch whilst Dean took a few slow steps over to me, his long legs swallowing the distance. 

“Hey,” his voice was low and soft, his smile not leaving his lips.

“Hey,” I smiled back, pulling my soft cardigan around me. I took a step back into the kitchen, Dean following suit. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds great,” the grocery bag he'd been carrying was placed on the kitchen counter as I filled the coffee machine with water. Watching out of the corner of my eye, Dean observed his surroundings, looking at where we lived - where his son grew up.

“Nice house,” the low softness of his voice was still present.

“Thanks - I'll give you the grand tour later if you like?” I turned the machine on and spun to face him, and I watched as he leant comfortably against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah,” he said, “I'd like that.”

There was a pause in the conversation as we took a moment to look at each other. Really look, as it felt like the whirlwind afternoon we’d had took away our ability to really see each other. I'd been aware of his unchanging fashion and his handsome face, yet I'd forgotten about the soft sun-kissed freckles that dotted his nose, now fading as fall dawned and the sun weakened. I let myself reminisce over those forest-green eyes, how the swirls of jade and golden hazel had entranced me all those years ago. Given the chance, they'd succeed again. His hair was the same soft brown, memories of combing my fingers through those short strands as he slept quickly resurfacing. And those lips. I daren't look at them for the fear of staring too long and getting caught, yet the thought of that plushness against my own mouth had my own lips tingling. I tried my best to hold his gaze and when my eyes slipped to his mouth for a split second, I knew he'd seen it. 

He reached out and took my hand, his rough palms gliding gently over my soft skin and squeezing gently.

“I know I said it earlier, but it's really good to see you, (Y/n).” Deans voice stayed low, but it harboured a gravelly undertone that told me that maybe, just maybe he wanted to say something else - something more. When he didn't, I squeezed his hand back, fighting the instinct to lace my fingers with his like I used to. Like when we used to lay under the stars in the field behind my parents house and talk for hours about everything and nothing all at once. Like when he'd lay me down in the backseat of his car and make love to me in the ethereal glow of the moonlight.

“You too Dean,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. With a final smile I released his hand, my own instantly feeling cold. The bubble of warmth and familiarity surrounding us slowly dissolved, Dean eventually clearing his throat and standing up straight. He looked at me again, this time without the nostalgia in his eyes.

“Hey uh… I don't suppose you'd be ok with Sammy coming by? It's just he really wants to meet Levi and I feel bad for ditching him earlier for hours. Plus he-”

“Dean it's more than ok,” I chuckled at his pleading and his desperation for justification. “Sam is more than welcome to join us tonight.”

A tension that I hadn't noticed before was quickly released from his shoulders.

“Are you really sure? I feel like-”

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Be quiet. I would love for Sam to meet Levi.”

He grinned a little at my quiet assertiveness, looking down at his boots.

“Ok, well thanks again though sweetheart. He would've suffered a fun packed night of research and cheap beer in the motel room otherwise,” his teeth flashed with his humorous grin. I returned it before a thought crossed my mind, my eyebrows knitting together.

“Wait, are you guys staying in that seedy motel across town? The one where the janitor looks like a serial killer?”

“Yeah, to be honest it's not the worst place we've stayed in. The Dahmer look-alike creeps me the hell out though.” 

I pondered for a moment, taking a lot less time than I should've before opening my mouth.

“Do you… do you guys want to stay here? I mean I have a couch and a spare camp bed. It's not much but at least you won't get murdered in your sleep. Plus I have unlimited coffee and bacon for breakfast.” 

I almost cringed as the words left my mouth, kicking myself for practically trying to convince him to stay. Dean looked a little stunned at the proposal, taking slightly longer than I would've hoped to make a decision. I could've smacked myself. “I'm sorry, that's probably the last thing you want, being surrounded by boring domestic life when you have a job to do. Don't worry about it, forget I said any-”

“That would be nice.”

“Wait, what?” 

“It would be nice to stay here. With both of you. I'd like that.” 

The relief exited my body in a poorly concealed exhale.

“Do you need to run it past Sam first?”

He shook his head.

“Nah, to be honest I think Dahmer 2.0 freaked him out the most, he'll be happy to get away.”

It took all of about half an hour for Dean to jump back in the car, drive across town to the motel, pack their things and drive back home. When he knocked on the door a second time, he had Sam on his heels looking a mixture of elated to be here and really don't want to intrude. Levi was ecstatic to discover he had an uncle as well as a dad, and I was almost grateful for the attention to be directed away from myself for once. It's always been me and him against the world, but being a single mom to a pocket tornado was hard fucking work, and it was a breath of fresh air to be able to sit down on my own couch and drink my coffee in peace. 

Dean had insisted on watching Mothra Vs Godzilla despite Levi's hesitation to watch such an old film. Dean won him over eventually with promises of ‘pop culture enlightenment’ and he now sat sandwiched between his two new favourite people - dad and uncle Sammy. The amber glow from the sunset slowly faded to indigo shadows, the only light now in the living room was from the TV and a few scented candles dotted around us. Around an hour into the film I looked over and saw Levi's head resting on Deans shoulder, eyes closed and chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Dean happened to glance up and our eyes locked, an adoring smile on Deans’ face as he looked between me and his soundly sleeping son. So as not to wake him, I pointed to Levi then pointed to the stairs, gesturing to Dean to carry him up to his room. He caught on to what I was asking of him and he manoeuvred his large arms under Levis shoulders and legs, lifting him with an ease I was slightly envious of. Levi was tall, much like his father and uncle, and with being tall came the title ‘big for his age’. He’d reached that point now where I was unable to lift him more than a few centimetres off the floor, and the thought sent an unusual pang of emotion through my chest. Which emotion, I wasn’t sure… Perhaps it was longing? Longing for the clock to rewind back to when he was just a few years old and I could still carry him everywhere on my hip. Maybe it was dread, knowing that he’s growing up so fast and I feel as though the last nine years have passed by in a blur, despite the fact that I’ve barely been able to keep my head above water. Or maybe, just maybe, it was simply the sight of a man such as Dean Winchester looking down at his own child in his arms with such a look of total, unfaltering adoration that my heart was swelling beyond its usual capacity for such affection.

I stood with Dean and headed up the stairs in front of him, leading the way. There were only three doors to choose from once you reached the top of the stairs; my room, the bathroom, and Levis room. And Levis room wasn’t hard to miss, with its poster of ‘types of classic cars’ pinned to his door along with a makeshift name sign that we made together when he was around five. I pushed the handle and opened the door, slipping in first so I could throw the covers back on his bed. It was a swift ordeal after Dean laid him on the soft mattress and I tucked the covers around him. We both left the room and I closed the door quietly behind me, both of us heading back downstairs quickly so as to not risk waking the sleeping kid. 

“Well, that is much easier with two people,” I said with a chuckle on my breath as I descended the last few stairs. Before I gave Dean a chance to say anything in response, I stepped into the kitchen, not wanting his reply to make that heavy pang appear in my chest again. “Beer?” I asked, opening the fridge and retrieving a cold bottle.

“Absolutely,” he stepped over to me with his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans, a lazy smile on his lips. I handed him two bottles, knowing he’d give one to Sam. Who, of which, was still sitting on the couch watching the movie. 

“So,” I started, looking up at Dean as we slowly made our way back to the living room, “how do you boys normally spend your evenings?” I tried my best to hide my almost playful smirk behind a swig of my beer. 

“Now ain’t that a question,” his expression mirrored mine as we both slumped down onto the couch again, much closer together this time now that Levi was counting sheep. Dean handed his brother a beer, barely looking at him as his eyes never left mine. “Oh, you know, the usual,” he started, leaning back against the plush cushions, one arm slung over the back rest and tauntingly close to my shoulders. 

“Oh? Feel free to enlighten me.”

“Well, it’s normally spent working on a case, so… researching lore, or on the road, or burning shit that I really hate having to burn. Maybe we’ll go out for drinks, but uh, that’s a rare occurrence.”

I laughed a dry laugh, raising my bottle.

“Amen to that, I’ve not been out for drinks in ages.  Not proper ones, at least.”

Dean looked away from me and down at his bottle.

“Huh...”

“What?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing, just… I would’ve thought you’d be going on dates and getting taken out for a good time. Like, a lot. ”

I couldn’t help but scoff at his comment.

“Dates these days are few and far between. And good dates are practically non-existent,” I paused, debating giving Dean the gory details before my mouth started working of its own accord. “I got taken out the other day by a guy who drinks kale smoothies and lives in boat shoes… tried to convince me that the church he belongs to is totally not a cult. I mean, he paid membership fees. And signed an NDA. Who does that?” 

Dean held my gaze, as though searching for something that he didn’t even know he was searching for.

“You chose to see a guy like that? Dear God, your taste has changed,” his words were meant to be humorous but there was a subtle bite to them. Or maybe I'd imagined it?

I shook my head.

“No way, he was definitely not my type. It was a blind date, and if it wasn’t a blind date, it wouldn’t have happened.”

We both took a swig of our beer.

“I’m surprised,” he said suddenly, “I would’ve thought a girl like you would’ve been swept off her feet by now.”

“Oh, I was,” my words spilled out before I could stop them, “but that was nine years ago and I’m pretty sure he’s moved on.”

It took a breath of silence between us and a pitiful smile from me for Dean to catch on to what I’d said, his eyes widening slightly. He didn’t get much opportunity to reply, however, as Sam stood quickly. I’d almost forgotten he was there, but I'm glad he was as it drew Deans attention away from the red heat rising to my cheeks.

“Hey, uhhh, I’m just going to run to the car and grab our stuff,” he said, jabbing his thumb towards the front door. “(Y/n), when I come back in would it be ok if I used your dinner table to do some research?”

I nodded before speaking again.

“Yeah of course, be my guest. But isn’t it a little late to start doing all that work?”

He flashed a small, almost knowing smile to both myself and Dean.

“Not for us it isn’t. Plus I just… I just really like lore.”

Dean practically spat his beer back into his bottle.

“Really?” he asked his brother with a quizzical expression, “that’s the excuse you’re going for?”

Sam shrugged.

“No excuse. I’m just dedicated to uhhhh, to learning about… ghosts. It’s a real passion.”

“Aw geez,” Dean shook his head.

“Am I missing something here?” I spoke up finally, shooting them both questioning looks.

“Nope, just my little brother is being an idiot.”

Sam just shrugged, oozing with amusement before leaving out the front door to the car.

I blinked away the confusion, however my face must've given away the fact that I still had no clue what had just occurred between the two brothers, because Dean came to my rescue.

“Don't overthink it sweetheart, Sam's just being a pain in my ass.” 

“I don't think I'm ever going to understand the secret handshake language you guys have. I feel like you have to be part of the ‘Winchester Boy Scouts’ to get the handbook for that one.” 

Dean laughed, the sound pleasant and carefree as he drained the last few drops of beer from his bottle.

“Sam's definitely more of a boy scout than I am.”

“Whatever you say, Winchester.” 

He leant forward and placed his empty bottle on the coffee table before turning in his seat so he faced me more.

“So, apart from childcare and Scientology weirdos, what else have you been up to?” 

I couldn't stop the amusement from taking over my face at Dean's question.

“You know, you seem very interested in my life for someone who probably forgot I even existed until this morning.”

 Deans expression fell slightly and he looked away, like I’d struck a nerve. When he looked up again, there was something simmering in his gaze, and I wasn't sure if it was pain, regret, guilt, or something else entirely. When he spoke, his voice was thick and low.

“I never forgot about you. Not once.” 

My breath caught in my throat and my heart stumbled. When I opened my mouth to say, me neither, he carried on before I could get the words out.

“I tried calling in on you once.”

“You- you did?”

He nodded, slowly.

“I was near your parents' place about three years ago and I stopped by, hoping to see you again. Get your phone number and maybe stay in touch - properly this time. But when I got there, your parents didn't look happy to see me,” an almost pained laugh spilled from his throat. “Now I get why.” 

I reached out, placing my hand reassuringly on his arm. My own emotions started to spiral. Slowly at first, a combination of pure relief that Dean never forgot. He even remembered where my parents lived, which coloured me very impressed. The other emotion, which was now growing in the pit of my stomach, bubbling and burning was anger. Rage. My parents knew that Dean was Levi's father the moment I fell pregnant, and it was no secret that they held a strong dislike for him, yet I never pinned them petty enough to let their animosity towards him interfere with the chance to set things right. For their grandson to know his father, and maybe, just maybe, act like the family they so desperately wanted their daughter to have. The saddest part was that, even though I was undeniably furious with them, I wasn't surprised.

“Dean, I'm so sorry, they never told-” 

“Don't apologise for them, (Y/n). I knew from the moment I saw you today that they never passed on the message.” 

My reply was quiet, the hot fury quickly simmering down to cold disbelief towards my own family.

“You're right, they didn't.”

“They told me that you'd moved on. That you had a good job and a husband, and that… and that you resented me for leaving.”

“Fuck. Dean, none of that is true. I have a mediocre job at best, I'm certainly not married - never have been and probably never will. And Dean,” I moved my hand from his arm and slipped it into his warm palm, “I do not resent you.” I offered him a reassuring smile which he returned, tension quickly leaving his shoulders. Squeezing his hand, I continued, “If anything, I should say thank you.”

“Why would you thank me?” He looked puzzled.

“Because you've taken this surprisingly well for a man of your… calibre.”

He looked as though he didn't know whether insulted or flattered.

“Of my calibre?” He repeated, learning back slightly.

“Well, yeah. In just shy of twelve hours you found out you had a son with someone you've not spoken to in almost a decade, you met your son, took him from Motocross straight to get ice-cream, then brought a movie and popcorn around that very same evening. For someone with an entire armoury in the trunk of their car, I didn't expect… I didn't expect this… I didn't expect you.”

“Didn't expect me?”

I smiled, that warmth appearing in my chest again.

“You're a natural father, Dean. You've made everything easy today, and I'm grateful. So fucking grateful, because over the years I've spent near enough every night laying awake, imaging Levi finally meeting you. And I braced myself for every reaction - every scenario - that you could've thrown our way. So, thank you. I mean it. And thank you for believing me.”

“Believing you?” 

“Yeah, for believing me when I said he was yours. I think most guys would've demanded a paternity test, especially after all this time,” I couldn't stop myself from picking the sleeve of my cardigan, anxiety creeping in at the thought that he still might ask for one. However, Dean simply shook his head. 

“I trust you, (Y/n). I know you're not the sort of person to lie about things like that, so I believe you. Plus…” his eyes shone with something akin to pride, “ you can't tell me that he's not mine. That's a Winchester attitude through and through.” 

We shared a laugh. A light, easy laugh that had me looking at him in that overly familiar way. In the same way that would make my heart skip beats in my chest. I simultaneously felt like I knew him like I used to - that we still had that connection, that bond that made it so easy to be around each other. To feel for each other. On the other hand, we’d spent so much time apart, living completely different lives and getting by in such different ways. He'd had adventures, experiences that I would probably never be able to comprehend, and through all of that I'd been here; living in a two bedroom house in a quiet cul-de-sac in a town far too similar to Stars Hollow than I'd like to admit. I went to work, did school runs, went grocery shopping and grabbed coffee with my best friend in the same fucking café practically every day. And last I remembered, Dean was balls deep in credit card fraud. I wanted to make this work so fucking desperately that it almost hurt. I wanted Levi to have his dad around, to have those experiences boys thrive off with their fathers. I don't expect Dean and I will ever live under the same roof or even be together again, but I'm pretty damn sure that we can be friends, and that is something that would rock Levi's world.

The sound of the door opening and closing startled me from my thoughts as Sam let himself back into the house, sliding the locks and chains into place before turning to face us. He carried two duffle bags, dropping one beside the couch and taking one with him to the table, placing it down carefully so as not to make too much noise. He unzipped it and pulled out a laptop and a small stack of books, holding them up for us to see, like a prize.

“I just… fucking love ghosts,” his tone was unconvincing yet he grinned like he knew something we didn't before taking a seat and getting to work. Dean and I shared a look before erupting into laughter, trying painstakingly hard to keep quiet.

“Is your brother from a different planet? Wait no, scratch that, you're both equally as strange as each other. Earthlings or not, you're certainly cut from the same cloth.”

Dean feigned hurt with a hand on his chest yet the grin never left his lips. He muttered a few things about Sam picking his moments before standing from the couch, jabbing his thumb towards the kitchen green eyes on mine.

“Another beer?”

I felt my grin stretch further across my face, my heart doing a little dance at the way he looked down at me, like he just wanted to sit and talk about everything and nothing all at once - just like we used to. I nodded, trying not to let the way the soft glow from the candles in the room made him look like ‘a night well spent’. 

“Yeah, I'd love another beer.”

Next Chapter: Chapter 5

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[mxstellatayte]

okay this is so vague but a something for lewis based off the song pretty please by dutch melrose ?

I LOVE DUTCH MELROSE OMG I ABSOLUTELY CAN. also this one is dedicated my simply simply lovely bestie and horny ride-or-die (not like that) pookie @vivi-81 who has recently converted to being a lewis hoe <3 love you bestie

this fic is multiple chapters because i couldn't help myself! writing this dynamic is really really fun and i'm going to do my best to finish the fic by 15 september, but here is a teaser of the first chapter and the release schedule/masterlist!

this fic spans literal years. prepare yourselves yall because you're in for a WILD ride lol

teaser (this post): 4 september chapter 1: 8 september (🌻/🥀) chapter 2: 22 september (🌻/🪷) chapter 3: 8 november (🌻/🪷)

teaser below the cut!

the conversation continues easily as the two of you finish your breakfast, then, as you begin to prepare yourself to stand and leave, he stops you. "actually, there's one last thing i wanted to do before we went on camera."

your head tilts in confusion as you set your signature lipstick back in your bag, a deep red balm that you've used since you started working at vogue. it's become your trademark product, and almost everyone in the office knows exactly which one you use. "do i need to be worried, lewis?"

"no, not at all! it's this," he says, and your eyebrows rise in complete and utter shock when he pulls out a small box wrapped in white paper and a crimson bow wrapped around it all. "i wanted to get you a gift as a way of saying thank you for all the curveball questions you've thrown at me this year." your hands shake as you take the box from him, and you already know exactly which brand it is. cartier. sure, you've written pieces about their timeless looks and elegant aesthetics, and owning a piece of their jewelry has always been a dream of yours, but it's always been just that: a dream.

"lewis, i can't accept this. i- i'm honestly at a loss for words. seriously, no." you can't help but flush at how he's looking at you, those annoyingly beautiful eyes of his and the stupidly perfect crow's feet that only show up when he really smiles- when he smiles the way he is now. gods, amelia was right. you really are down bad for the driver.

"please, just open it up. if you don't like it, i'll take it back and you can choose something you prefer." he nudges the box towards you once more, and the crisp wax seal that sits on top of the paper is incredibly enticing.

"are you serious?" a part of you wants to think that this is some sick joke, that there's cameras on you and it's all going up on one of those prank channels on youtube. a much, much bigger part of you believes lewis, though. that is the part of you that takes the box between your shaking hands, carefully pops open the wax seal, nimbly unties the beautiful ribbon, and gently unfolds the pure white paper. when you finally open the box, you gasp, tears threatening to well in your eyes. "lewis..."

"do you like it?" his voice sounds anxious and hopeful, and you can't help but realize how much thought he'd put into this gift. when you'd invited him into your office to review some photos that were to go into an article in the next vogue issue a few months prior, he'd seen the vision board on your wall and asked about it. bashfully, you had explained to him that it was a silly idea you had when you graduated from uni with your friends- each of you made one, cutting and pasting photos from pinterest, magazines, newspapers, and anything you could find, assembling your dreams in a mishmash of colors and ideas. one of your dreams on the board had been to own this exact necklace- the cartier juste un clou necklace in white gold. the fourteen diamonds set in the precious metal glitter back at you, and you can't help but smile.

"i love it, lewis. thank you so much." he visibly relaxes, his shoulders loosening and the crease between his eyebrows disappearing.

"i'm glad. here, turn around. let me put it on you?" you happily oblige, lifting your hair out of the way after you stand so that he can fasten the delicate clasp over your spine.

it's safe to say that both his and your fans noticed the necklace hanging between your collarbones, sitting just below the star necklace you wear daily on top of your dark grey high-collared shirt. you try your best not to look at the comments on the videos of your interviews, but amelia had shown you one that day after the unedited interview went up online.

"are they dating or something? i can't get over how lewis looks at her."

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[beomie3]

seoul - choi soobin

bf!soobin x reader

summary: a night in the sparkling city of seoul with your boyfriend is all you could ever ask for <3

content: rainy city night vibe, date night in seoul, extreme fluff, movie date, cuddles, soft smut, soobin is whippeddd and gives you everything you want bc you’re his princess :3 soob is a teeny bit dom in bed this time around hehe

wc: 1.8k

♫ title track: seoul - rm

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seoul city lights lit the wet cement under your feet, finding beauty in the way it reflected the buildings like a mirror. the scent of rain flooded your senses with every deep breath in, entranced with the gentle pitter-patter on the umbrella overhead.

"bin we're gonna be late!" you giggled, hugging your boyfriend tightly under the umbrella you shared, having to hold it a bit lower to his head with how much taller he was than you. you stood on your tiptoes, kissing the tip of his nose when he faced you, cold and red from the chilly breeze.

the corners of his lips curled upward, eyes nearly closing with a big smile as a giggle escaping his lips; the sight and sound you so loved, making your heart bloom every single time.

arriving at the theatre, soobin held the door for you, sliding the umbrella closed and tucking it under his arm. the warm, popcorn scented air brought nostalgia to you at an instant, wanting to hop around like you were a little kid again.

he found your excitement adorable, taking his phone out on the sly and capturing a few candid photos of you with your hands full with popcorn, candy, an icee; everything you wanted.

you situated yourselves in the cushiony loveseat, soobin's long arm immediately wrapping around your shoulder, bringing you close to his side. of course, it was natural by now, but your heart still beat like it was your first date. the scent of his fresh hoodie, the warmth of his chest against your cheek. he was your home.

enjoying the movie you'd been waiting to see for months alongside soobin was the perfect way to start off your night together; looking up at him when he laughed at something funny on the screen, feeling his laughter vibrate through his chest and immediately rubbing off on you like a happy pill.

when he caught you looking at him he'd smile down at you, leaning down to press his lips to yours for a quick peck. or two. or three.

stepping out into the cold night after sitting in a warm theatre for hours was refreshing, filling your lungs with crisp, damp air. your boyfriend ran a few finger through his black hair, showcasing his beautiful face you could just stare at forever. knowing that if you told him how handsome he is he'd cover his face and deny it.

on the way home, you ordered chicken and beer, your favorite late night meal to share together after a fun night out. curled up on the couch of his high rise apartment together, laughing over stupid jokes and devouring the drumstick in your hand.

"have i ever told you that you look exactly like a bunny?" you tilted your head, pinching his cheek, flushed from several drinks.

"you literally tell me that all the time!" he folded over into your lap with a squeaky laugh, coming up for a breath with a hand was over his mouth.

"stop covering your mouth and let me see your cute bunny teeth!" you wrestled his big hand away from his mouth, realizing he wouldn't budge so you tickled his sides, making him jolt away.

you held his face with two hands, the pretty face you could just hold and kiss for an eternity.

"such a cute bunny," you pressed a kiss to his puckered lips, then peppering them all around his face. he wrinkled his nose, hugging the plush of your thighs

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brushing your teeth together consisted of blasting music through his phone, using your toothbrush as a makeshift microphone for a solid 20 minutes before you decided it was time to actually use it for its purpose.

the city view from his apartment was the prettiest view of seoul there was; sitting at his bed in front of the large pane windows and just watching the city together, his long fingers raking through your scalp as you lay in his lap.

"i love seoul," his voice emerged from the stillness of the room, eyes following the droplets of water that scurried a long the glass.

"only because it's where i met you." you turned to face him as he tucked your hair behind your ear, sitting up on your arm, hair messy from him playing around with it. but what could you say, it was your favorite hairstyle only because he styled it.

"i love seoul too. only because of this one giant bunny." you grinned, his smile slowly growing in the dark, only lit by the city lights. you slowly met his lips as he leaned in, kissing them gently, forever entranced with how soft they were.

he ghosted his fingers along your jaw, then down your arm, it's faintness bringing chills to pelt your body all over, breath hitched in your throat.

you wore one of his oversized shirts, suddenly conscious that you wore nothing but panties underneath, wanting him to slip both off of you at this instant.

soobin was always slow and gentle with you, taking his time to properly warm you, give you the attention you wanted and needed.

pulling you to his straddle his lap, the kisses grew hot and heavy, sensing the tent in his boxers grow against you, wrapping your arms around him.

slowly lifting the large cotton shirt over your head he threw it aside, pressing your warm chest to his and exploring one another's mouths with the dart of tongues.

he switched your positions; laying you down on your back onto the cold sheets, gently lowering your head to the pillow. lowering his weight fully on top of you, loving the feeling of his bare torso and chest on yours, skin to skin, running your fingers across the plains of his back.

with the swiftness of his long fingers, your panties were off and just another mere article of clothing on the floor. one by one they collected in a heap on until you were both completely bare against one another.

"binnie," you whispered against his lips in between a heated kiss. "mhm?" he ghosted his lips over your cheek, soft yet needy eyes on yours.

"i need you, please-," you squirmed helplessly against him, afraid that you couldn't deal with one more second of him not inside of you.

"-need my pretty baby," you wrapped your legs around his hips to cage him in, hands around the back of his neck to pull him into your lips.

he moaned against your mouth at the sensation of your hot skin right up against his, the plush of your breasts squeezing against his chest. he just couldn't take it anymore.

"you need me baby? i'll give it to you, i'll give it all to my pretty princess," his voice was hoarse yet soft against your neck, his neediness to ram into you was through the roof. he just couldn't wait to be buried inside of you and make love to you.

after grinding himself against your wet entrance, he decided it was time and lined himself up with you, staring into your eyes to nearly catch a glimpse of your soul when he slowly thrusted into you.

the moans that left your mouth were unexplainable. the way your tongue danced with his, the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your hands grasped at each other’s skin and hair. in this moment, you were one. you loved this feeling more than anything, the feeling of being united with the love of your life.

your legs squeezed tighter around his hips as he interlaced your fingers and pinned them to either side of your head, heightening your senses as you were completely out of control. your binnie was feeling a bit dominant tonight…and it turned you on beyond comprehension.

"just relax and let me love you baby," he whispered into your ear and you nearly lost it. legs going limp by his sides and just letting him take over. it felt so amazing; your body moving up and down with each and every of his thrusts.

"i love you so much," he kissed your lips so softly, wrestling with your tongue in between every moan and whimper. the feeling of love that encapsulated your heart in this moment was overwhelming and you realized you were already so close to your climax.

"i love you so much bin- i'm getting…close-" you threw your head back and he knew what was around the corner.

"let it all go baby, give it all to me," his deepened his thrusts and quickened his hips against yours the perfect pace until you were right on the cusp, just one more thrust and you would completely unravel around him.

"oh god soobin!! right there” you whimpered and he caught your moan with his mouth, kissing you so deeply as your sounds harmonized, the twitch of his thick cock with the spasms of your walls as you came crashing down, catching your breath like it was your last.

he unpinned your hands and they flew directly to his hair, grabbing handfuls as you came so hard around him, his large hands grabbing a handful of your hips as he emptied his warmth deep inside of you.

you came quicker than normal tonight, maybe because you felt your love so deeply for him in this moment, or maybe because he was being a bit more dominant that it didn’t take much to have your heart racing with the heat of a fresh orgasm.

his forehead was gently plastered to yours, beads of sweat transferring from his ends of his hair to yours, mixing together in a sweet concoction of your love.

when your eyes fluttered open you were met with his deep brown, almost black eyes in this lighting. the city lights nearly sparkling in them as they shined so brightly through the window beside you.

this entire time he kept himself buried within you, that was, until he remembered the bath bombs he just bought and so direly wanted to try with you.

he slowly pulled himself out of you, placing his gentle lips to your damp forehead, kissing the spot more than ten times, going from soft to more aggressive as your laughs got progressively louder.

“my princess deserves a bath after being so good to me,” he looked at you with smiling eyes, wrapping his arms under your shoulder blades to peel you off of the bed.

your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively when he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.

he began showing you all of the bath bombs he bought the other day on his way home from work, displaying them all on the bathroom counter and going on about how he thought you’d love the scent of each one and how he’s been wanting to use them with you.

your heart was filled with so much joy in this moment, all day for a matter of fact. as long as you were with soobin you felt right at home. it felt like a dream, living in seoul with such an amazing guy who treated you like a princess.

your big bunny, your home, your soobin <3

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a/n: this idea was in the drafts for a while but i finally decided to bring it to life. i just love city lights so much and these rainy night pics of soob just went so well with it. hope u all enjoyed! <3

here is a other pic of soob from this night hehe

[venus616]

Hi!! Requesting a spicy tasm!peter fic where he puts his photography skills to use if ya know what I mean 🔥🫶🏽

his muse; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary: peter puts his photography skills to use when you're naked

Warnings: established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex (blowjob), praise kink (if you squint), photos during sex, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: hi. i love this trope So Much… like more than you will ever know, but bc i love it and i’ve seen it done multiple times with peter i was very scared to even do anything with it sjnksks but here is my finished product, i hope you like it~

(Also- it is my gift to anyone who actually likes reading my content bc ive been gone for a While and will be gone for another 2-3 weeks bc finals are not fun! so i hope this is good, enjoy!)

You’re putting away your shared laundry when you hear a loud noise on your window sill. You don’t even flinch this far into your relationship and only shake your head, separating your clothes from his. The window opens letting in a cool breeze and Peter’s book bag hits the ground before he gets inside. 

It's only then you look and give his body, clad in his suit, a scan and smile. “You okay?” You ask. The sun already set and the crisp winter air started to fill the room. 

He scoffs before shutting the window. You turn your body around from the basket in front of you to see Peter shaking his head while taking his camera out of his bag.

The professional camera Peter spent a year saving up for when he was 18 was sat next to your much less efficient Polaroid camera. On it, there was a photo of you two celebrating your anniversary together recently. The flash showing you kissing Peter on the cheek, he’s blushing at the attention and eyes closed from the flash. 

Peter smiled at the memory before he continued speaking. 

“Why do people think it’s okay to commit crime when I’m just getting off my shift?” He sighed before setting down his bag next to your bed.

“They’re so inconsiderate,” You pout playfully while folding his clothes into his reserved drawer at your place.

Peter looks up from unpacking and focuses on your ass poking up from your position. You feel his eyes on you as your t-shirt hangs loosely on your body, and the hair on your legs prick up from the cold in the room.

Peter takes off his mask revealing his disheveled hair and takes in the sight of you like it’s his last.

Your lacy underwear decorating the plump flesh of your butt, reminding Peter of how quickly he had to leave this morning before getting to appreciate for bandaging him up last night.

His eyes continued to scan up, seeing the old t-shirt frame your shape, admiring it as if he had x-ray vision.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Peter is brought out of his thoughts hearing your soft voice, taunting him for his staring problem.

“Don’t tempt me,” Peter quips back. He shakes his head before tossing his mask in your empty hamper. Sitting on your bed and bending over to remove his boots, his ears don’t miss your footsteps as you saunter to him.

You place your feet in between his while he looks back up to you, removing the rest of his suit. 

“It’s never stopped you before,” You cross your arms while he slips out of his suit, leaving his web shooters on. The suit is strewn across the floor and your eyes focus on Peter’s body. 

No matter how beat up he was, Peter remains to be the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. You ran your hands over his, now, yellow ribs. Compared to the purple constellation he had yesterday, you were grateful for his superhuman healing. 

He had a nasty fall yesterday, left with some scars and bruising, but thankfully this time you didn’t have to stitch him up. 

You even notice the scratch on his arm is almost gone but Peter liked wearing your special bandaids. He likes giving you a reason to buy more cartoon ones for him. 

Peter watches your eyes carefully scan his body for anything else and adores you for it. Still, he hates making you worry.

“You weren’t naked before.”

A smile creeps up on your face, a giggle disguised as a scoff when you answer: “I’m not naked.”

You don’t realize you set yourself up for Peter’s response until he smirks. His hands snake up underneath your shirt to toy with your nipples, already hard because of the cold air lingering in the room. 

A hiss escapes your mouth at feeling his larger, colder hands grip your boobs. Peter slightly grins at his effect on you. He pulls at the bottom of your shirt before raising it up your body. You oblige, pulling it over your head to toss it across your room.

His face lit up at your frontal nudity, hands placed on either side of your hips tugging at your underwear. 

“Let’s change that.” 

You roll your eyes at his response, but not without a smile plastered on your face. You could feel the heat pooling in between your thighs and the excitement in your stomach. 

“What position should I be in?” You shudder under his callus fingers. Peter lightly furrows his eyebrows when you turn, gesturing to your polaroid camera from your bedside table. 

His face relaxes when he registers what you guys are doing, not realizing how serious you were being. 

Your eyes flicker up and down his body when you turn to face him, noticing his erection bulging out of his briefs. Leaning down you use your hand to palm him through the fabric, feeling his cock pulsate in your hand.

“On your knees,” You whip your head up when Peter says that, his hands still roaming around your body. 

You quirk your eyebrow up in response. Pressing your forehead and nose to his, you plant a kiss onto his lips. Your hands are now on either of his thighs, sinking lower onto the ground as the kiss deepens. 

Before you can fully get down, you hear a light thwip and break the kiss. 

You see Peter’s wrist is flicked out with his web shooters activated, latched on to your polaroid camera. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes before he pulls it into his hands.

Resting on your knees, you’re before him with your fingers tracing the waistband of his boxers. You carefully watch for his reactions, but he’s refamiliarizing himself with your flimsy camera you got in your teenage years as a novelty.

You cross your arms on his legs and look up at him, the camera points at you and all you can focus on is his wide smile behind the camera. “Let’s see if I still know how this works,” Peter jokes.  

You repose with both your hands on your knees, pushing your breasts out in between your arms. You didn’t realize they were hardly the focus of the photo (but still included, Peter was only human after all). 

The photo snaps and you remember you have to get used to the flash again. Blinking a few times to get used to the discomfort, the photo prints out and Peter seems pleased with himself already. 

“It hasn’t even developed yet,” You taunt, you resume palming him as you assume that was the extent of his practice shots. 

Peter shrugs while shaking the photo as gently as possible. “Hey, who’s the photographer here? I know a good subject when I see it,” He nudges you. 

When the photo barely develops, he shows you and you see yourself: half naked on your knees with your face fully in the photo. You were surprised he included that much of your face, and managed to catch you looking as confident as you could. But it was easy when Peter was behind the camera, he never fails to make you feel like his only muse. 

You blush and look away from the photo as you continue to massage him. Peter’s breath hitches at the rate at which you go at, and you smirk to yourself. 

No matter how much control Peter took in bed, he wasn’t afraid to show you how quickly he’d fold for you. It was one of the many things you appreciated about him. Another one was just how vocal he was, his whimpers before you even got to touch him were making your underwear dampen. 

When his dick starts twitching, you pull his boxers down, his cock slaps up to his stomach while he watches your movements. Locking eyes with him, you wrap both your hands around his shaft before slowly jacking him off. 

You’re mesmerized by the way his body is flexed under your touch, you almost don’t hear what he says. 

“Your mouth,” He breathes out. 

You sit up higher on your knees and kiss up his happy trail, lingering when you get closer to his cock. You hear his groan and look up, meeting his eyes.

You raise your eyebrows. “My mouth, what?” 

Your lips quirk up again, teasing him. “Use your words.” 

He rolls his eyes in response but you shake your head.  “I can stop,” You remind him. 

His brown eyes almost bulge out his head when you say that, wrapping his own hand over yours to stop your movements from pausing. He leans over to get closer to your face, the scent of you surrounding him. Peter’s face softens at your smugness. 

“Baby,” He starts. You wait to listen to how he pleads for you to stay while he leads your hands.  

“I need that pretty mouth of yours to suck my cock,” He gasps out and removes his hand when you loosen your wrist in response. Your eyes soften at the praise and Peter mentally celebrates when he leans back to his original position. 

You reposition yourself as well, with your neck getting to work as you lick a stripe underneath the shaft of his cock. Peter sharply inhales at the feeling and brings his head back up. 

You lock eyes with him when you feel the jolt in his body and open your mouth in an ‘O’ shape around the head of his cock. 

Relaxing your throat, you lower your head on his length and feel the tip of his cock hitting your uvula before you begin bobbing your head. 

Caught off guard, you could taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue now. You gagged a bit and popped off him to lick it off in the most obscene way you could think of. 

Peter mutters, “Just like that.” and you look up. 

Forgetting he had a camera, the shutter went off to capture your tongue on the underside of his wet tip. 

You collect more saliva in your mouth while you run your hand up and down his shaft. Feeling prepared enough, you go back down on him with the drool dripping on his cock on your hands. 

Peter went crazy at the heat of your mouth and the sight of your lips around him. The only thought he had was to get the camera out again to keep this moment forever.

Getting slack jawed at this, he tangles his hands in your hair but doesn’t change your pace. He only starts pushing it out of your face as it gets in the way. 

You look up at him and see Peter pointing the camera at you as you have half his cock in your mouth. The first shot is taken, and he tries to not move too much as the photo prints out immediately.  He releases a few breathy moans at the pace you're going at while he places the new photo on the side. 

Peter silently gestures to you to get him out your mouth so you release him with a pop, flipping your hair to the side as you continue to jack him off.

“That’s good,” He mutters, when he places the camera at his eye before snapping a new photo. 

“I probably look insane,” You grumble, already feeling self conscious at how messy your hair looks, coupled alongside the drool and precum at your mouth. 

Peter shakes his head and pulls you in closer by your waist and you yelp, finding yourself now pinned under him on the bed. 

“Never,” He shakes his head, attaching his mouth to your tit as he pulls your underwear off. You immediately moan at his aggression on your sensitive nipples and he chuckles against your skin when he feels you flinch. 

Peter’s calloused hands find your clit and start massaging it, and you throw your head back in pleasure when he finds his rhythm. 

You feel a twinge of disappointment when he removes his mouth from your tits but you look up to see the camera watching you, and a shutter going off before you are even ready.

“Pete,” You warn. Your sternness doesn’t last when he slips in a finger in your embarrassingly wet cunt. You almost mewl at how full he makes you with just one finger. 

“You looked so pretty moaning like that,” Peter explains while his finger curls into you. He knew what he was doing when he smiled again, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Your annoyance was no match for his desperation as you eventually gave in. One of his hands cupped your cheek while his lips were frantic on yours. He’s greedy for you, almost lapping up your tongue with his own before he pulls away. 

“Just let go, forget the camera is even there,” He mumbles in your neck when you gasp at the absence of his lips. 

He slips in another finger and thrusts faster, making you nod mindlessly as you surrender all control.You grip onto his bicep as he pumps in and out of you, begging him for more friction. You can hear how wet you were, and while you were embarrassed, Peter relished in it. 

“Can you take a third for me baby?” He asks in a low voice as he sits up on the bed in between your legs. You nod vigorously but he quickly removes both fingers.

You open your mouth to complain but instead yelp out when Peter pulls both your legs closer to his chest as he kneels on the mattress. He set aside the camera briefly. 

“Yeah?” He searches for an answer.

“Yes,” You grunt out, already desperate for much more than his fingers. 

He massages your heat with his fingers again before he inserts three fingers in, jolting your body to sit up. You let out an obscene moan and couldn’t help but to massage your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. 

One hand being in competition with Peter’s while the other massages your boobs, you’re almost too dazed to notice the shutter then went off while you were closer to an orgasm.

“Fucking incredible,” Peter breathes out before putting the camera with the new photo down, and leans down to kiss you. His pace never falters, making you whimper against his lips. 

“I’m about to cum,” You announce shakily. Peter swallows your pleas with a kiss and just curls his fingers against your g-spot faster. You feel that familiar build up in the pit of your stomach and the pace of your clenching pick up. 

“Cum all over my fingers baby,” He answers, and you immediately let go. You hold Peter closer as you cum, heaving underneath him like you’re in heat. Your body Peter continues to finger you but only because he loves the way you suction around him. 

He still lets you come down from your high, kissing you through it and massaging your breasts with his free hand during. When your breathing slows down, he sits back up and removes his fingers from you. 

“Need you inside of me,” You remind him as you reach over to palm his already hard cock against his stomach.

“Gonna let me cum inside of you?” He asks, holding his cock in his hand already glistening with your wetness. He readjusts to line himself up to your pussy awaiting your answer.

You cock your head with your arms supporting your body from the bed. “I’ll let you cum wherever you want,” You say. 

Peter grunts at your answer before inserting himself into your entrance, and immediately throws his head back at the feeling, your warmth and wetness engulfing him. 

“So fucking tight,” He comments, and you silently agree as you feel yourself stretching out on him. Your eyes fluttered shut as you clenched around him. 

“Fuck,” you moan out as he finds a comfortable pace for the both of you. 

Or that’s what you thought. 

You hear a shutter from your camera and realize he took a picture (or two) of you in this position beneath him, moaning out for him flat on the bed with his cock inside of you. 

You didn’t have time to care as when he got his shots he immediately started to rock into you, and you felt the strength of him against your thighs before he picked up the pace. 

You watch him thrust into you and slowly lose himself above you.

“I love the way you feel around me,” He pants out, closing in on your body with his forearms framing your face. You nod as the bed squeaks and your hands roam his body, stopping at his shoulders and the nape of his neck. 

Peter obliges to your physical demands and dips down to suck on your neck, causing you to whimper as your body continues to jolt from his thrusts. His soft brown hair tickles your skin as his teeth chew at the sensitive skin in your neck. You don’t know whether to giggle or moan, but you’re vocal regardless. 

“Go faster,” You whine, becoming impatient with him. 

“I’m not gonna last if I go faster,” He growls against your skin, sending vibrations down your spine. He thrusted slower, bringing his hand down to the back of your knee to bend it closer to your body. You felt him hitting your g-spot repeatedly that you knew you weren’t going to last any longer like that. 

“I don’t care,” You cry out. Peter scoffs in your neck as if to say a begrudging ‘Fine.’ and kisses you on the cheek before kneeling back up. He’s already twitching inside you before he begins thrusting again. You almost forget what you got yourself into until you feel his balls slap against your cunt repeatedly. 

A string of curses escape both your mouths, yours because he’s just so big and you can feel the tension build up in your stomach again. Peter’s cusses are because you just won’t stop clenching around him in response, he feels like he might burst the next time you tighten around him. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” He mutters before spilling into you. 

You go slack jawed at the feeling of him cumming inside of you. It feels hot between your thighs, in between the burning feeling of his hard thighs slapping against your softer ones, and feeling him twitch and coat your insides and the outside of your cunt with his load. 

You cry out as he almost slips out of you, but realize he’s gonna take another picture. You’re not sure what to do, or what exactly he’s capturing but you decide to listen to his earlier advice and let it happen. Peter places the camera on his eye while his cock almost goes soft half away inside of you, and you can feel him rubbing his cum around your thighs and up your hips. 

He mutters another curse, before snapping the picture. You close your eyes and your legs when you decide that that was the last photo and miss how Peter compiles all of them on your bedside table. 

Eventually, you look up and see him pulling back up his underwear and beckoning you to see the photos. When you get up and see 6 photos lined up from tonight. 

One of you on your knees, your breasts protruding and almost being the main focus of the photo if it wasn't for your face. You want to laugh at how excited your eyes looked but you know it was only because of who was behind the camera. 

Two more during and after the blowjob, one of you in the middle taking Peter in your mouth and giving the camera (but really, Peter) siren eyes. The other was you slightly disheveled, but Peter swore you were the prettiest girl in the world with drool around your mouth.

A third of you being fingered, your head is thrown back in unfiltered pleasure from his fingers, your breasts sitting high on your chest as you’re on your back and your nipples were glistening in the photo due to the suckling that happened off camera. While scanning this photo, you realize that being caught in the moment wasn’t such a bad thing and Peter is silently celebrating he caught your O face in action. 

The fourth was similar but you had more control over your pleasure as you’re on camera massaging your breasts and hand on your pussy. You feel like a vixen with the way you’re fondling yourself, Peter silently agrees as he knows you look like one. 

Fifth and sixth photo show the before and after of Peter fucking you senseless. Fifth with your body being still underneath his, and the photo displaying that exhilarating feeling you both get when your bodies meet in the first thrust. And the sixth photo when you’re both comfortable enough to come down from your high together. The sticky, white cum is slayed over your sopping, wet pussy and Peter’s fingers and cock in the frame to remind you who fucks you like this. 

“Do you like these? I can burn them away if you don’t,” Peter runs his hands through his hair nervously, not trying to make you uncomfortable if the bit had gone too far. 

You only shake your head with a laugh bubbling in your throat at his consideration and hug his much taller frame from behind. It felt good to rest your head on his back, while his arms engulf yours from the front. 

“I love them, I love you,” You speak low but loudly enough so he can hear, and feel, your words. 

“Which ones do you want to keep?” He asks. 

You know it’s out of courtesy, just one of those things you two got used to asking each other after taking pictures on this camera. You kept the silly anniversary photo while he kept the very nice one he took of you. 

“It’s all for you,” You answer. Peter sputters quickly, turning back around to see your face when you say it, you only nod in full seriousness. 

He leans down to kiss your cheek as a thank you and you only smile back. 

“I think you’d get more use out of it than me,” You add with a tinge of humor. Peter only plays it off with another suggestion while hugging you from the front. His arms wrap around your shoulders while you rest your head in the crook of his neck. 

“You know what though?” He asks, trailing his hands down to your naked hips, stopping to cup the round of your ass. 

“What?” You mutter in his hold, already feeling your body heat up at the thought of round 2. 

Peter smirks before snaking one of his hands to your pussy. Knowing that you’re about to start throbbing, at the thought of him. You gasp before he speaks and he chuckles while he proposes his new idea. 

“I think it’s only fair if we make a movie now.”

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 12!!

July 12th <3

Gate - @jegulus-microfic words: 854

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Regulus finally let himself relax, he sat outside the cabin scanning his eyes over the soft still water, the sunrise reflecting and bouncing from the water and shining onto his face. His legs were tucked into his chest, his half steaming hot coffee on the floor at his side, he picked the cup up and cradled it in his hands, blowing on it gently and watching the steam dissolve into the crisp morning air.

He inhaled once, feeling the fresh air kissing his lungs before exhaling. It was early, unusually early for Regulus to be awake actually. He picked his phone out from his pocket, checking the time, smiling at the photo of him and Pandora on his lock screen.

5:05AM... he normally doesn't get up this early, but his head was running around and around and spiralling him into circles, so he thought he'd try and wind down outside. 

After a few moments, he felt his phone buzzing in his hands. Odd, anyone who would phone him would certainly not be up right now, if they were, he should probably send help. Especially Barty, he's an actual demon before 9AM. Regulus can't say much, if anyone were to wake him up this early he'd probably insult them, hit them, and go back to sleep.

It was a random number, one he did not in fact recognise. He pressed answer reluctantly, maybe someone had changed their number, and he also was not awake enough right now to think about who it could be.

"Hello?" He chewed on his lip and let out the mumbled word into his phone.

"Reg!" The relieved and excitable voice of James rang into his ear.

"When the fuck did I give you my number?" Regulus sighed out.

He heard a hearty laugh. "I nagged Sirius to give it to me in case I couldn't find you."

James couldn't see him right now, but yet he still rolled his eyes and felt a twitch of his lips at the care the older boy gave to him, it was nice. It felt sweet, promising, it also made his heart do that fluttery thing and his hands fiddle nervously on the hem of his baggy sleeping shirt.

"On that note." James added. "Where are you? You weren't here when I woke up."

"Outside the cabin, you idiot."

Laughing, he swore he heard James release a loud breath that sounded like he'd been holding it in all morning, before the sound of the cabin door opening then the fence gate swinging open and shut sounded in his ears.

Now is when he actually became very aware that he was wearing a massive t-shirt that dropped off one shoulder and long black boxers, his hair was an absolute mess and his cheeks most definitely bitten by the cold air and flushed pink. He promptly shifted on the bench and gave a wary look to his side when he felt the warmth of a figure slump next to him with the huff of a breath.

"Hi." The brunette gave a toothy smile. "I-" He cut himself off and his eyes seemed to widen to the size of tennis balls. Regulus felt a strange wave of nerves wash over him as James just stared at him, his gaze flicking up, down, left, right, and back to Regulus eyes, his smile wobbling and his eyes glowing with something unplaceable to the raven haired boy.

"What?" He felt tiny under James' eyeline, shrinking down further into his loose shirt.

"Nothing." James shook his head, but it clearly wasn't nothing, the way his face morphed into different emotions and how his eyes grew wide and lustful, that wasn't nothing.

He gave a hard blink of his eyes, swallowing his doubts and looking back up to see James smiling at him yet again, but a concerned glint passed though his eyes. 

"You look freezing." He tutted. 

Regulus immediately went to protest, but he in fact was getting quite cold and the hot coffee he was holding moments ago only did so much to warm him up. 

Swiftly, James took his dark jacket off, revealing a maroon jumper underneath, and he draped it over Regulus' bare pale shoulders. "There, can't have you being cold."

He should've taken it right off, shoved it in James' face, and waltzed back into the actual heat of their cabin, to preserve his feelings from being shredded to pieces when he realised James was just trying to be nice. But the coat smelt like James, pine wood and strong cologne, the warming smell of fruit tea and the soft collar that brushed against his neck. It made him feel safe, like he was in James' arms, this is the closest he would ever get to that anyway. 

He purposely ignored the adoring looks he was getting from the boy next to him, even though he could feel it shooting right to his stomach and fluttering like a hundred butterflies nipping at his insides.

So who was Regulus to deny the swallowing warmth and safety of James Potters jacket, the smell and the way he drowned in it in the best way possible.

Next part

[annievrse]

boyfriend!eren headcanons (summer edition)

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons a/n: it is currently winter in aus, but i need summer eren rn in my room asap c/w: some suggestive but not that bad

boyfriend!eren walks around shirtless 24/7

boyfriend!eren gets so tan in the sun, he is golden!!

boyfriend!eren wears white swimming shorts, the reallyyyy short ones. lord. (he has 3 pairs of the same ones)

boyfriend!eren complains about sand in his hair nonstop (it’s his fault for laying on the sand instead of on a towel next to you!!!)

boyfriend!eren digs holes in the sand when he’s bored (e.g. waiting for you to finish your chapter/sunbathing/napping—he can’t nap on the sand, hence why he starts digging and building sand hills HASHDJAH)

boyfriend!eren volunteers to put sunscreen on you just so he can cop a feel (gets distracted and rubs the lotion into your back for literally 9 minutes)

when boyfriend!eren orders ice cream, he gets cookie dough or chocolate, sometimes the rainbow kids one

and when boyfriend!eren buys you ice cream, he will ask if he can taste yours and take the biggest bite :( in return, he lets you do the same to his <3

boyfriend!eren tucks a tshirt in the back of his shorts

boyfriend!eren wears birks 🫣 (hot)

boyfriend!eren will pull you underwater by your ankles if you aren’t careful, so keep an eye on him at all times when in the water with him

boyfriend!eren’s hair goes curly from the salt water and you have rinse it out for him in the beach showers otherwise it gets all tangled and frizzy

boyfriend!eren eats any melon like it’s his last meal, especially at the beach and on the boat. bring a container of it (or just an entire melon and a spoon) and he will go to town (the juice from the melon always drips from his chin onto his bare chest — just gonna leave you with that one)

boyfriend!eren is actually good at beach sports, so when you go with your friends, expect a game of beach football, with you on opposite teams because sasha and connie said it was unfair :/

boyfriend!eren in sunglasses >>>

boyfriend!eren drives jean’s boat (he won rock, paper, scissors at the start of summer)

boyfriend!eren DRIVES THE BOAT 😵‍💫

boyfriend!eren can wakeboard and wakesurf and looks hot doing it

boyfriend!eren wears a wide brimmed straw hat whenever on the boat because he’s cute ok

boyfriend!eren isn’t allowed to control the music on the boat or at the beach (group rules)

boyfriend!eren has to have you on his lap whenever he can’t be bothered to drive the boat anymore, and puts his hat on your head (you look so cute he could DIE)

boyfriend!eren fishes off the side of the boat with jean & armin, waits until he gets a bite, and then drags you in front of him to let you reel it in

boyfriend!eren has a photo of you holding the fish he you caught as his lock screen lmao

boyfriend!eren always throws the fish back though!!!!

boyfriend!eren buys you a pool float for the lake (it’s always something random like a watermelon (his obsession continues…), a flamingo, a champagne bottle etc etc)

boyfriend!eren inevitably pops said pool float when he backflips from the boat onto it :/

boyfriend!eren and jean want photos, they want paparazzi!!!!, when they do simultaneous backflips off the side of the boat and they always make the instagram

boyfriend!eren roasts marshmallows and tries to feed them to you but he burns them to a literal crisp so you roast your own (makes him pouty)

but boyfriend!eren gets over it when you feed marshmallows to him that aren’t burnt to a crisp <3

boyfriend!eren and connie (and sometimes jean if he’s drunk enough) will jump over the fire because they are shitheads (they only get one go each before everyone stops them)

boyfriend!eren gets all warm and cuddly when he’s drunk (after his usual unhinged activities with connie) so expect him to lay all over you when you’re around the fire

boyfriend!eren gets a sunburnt back and shoulders so you gotta sit on his bum and rub aloe vera everywhere while he whines about the pain

boyfriend!eren posts an end-of-summer dump and 6/10 photos are of you <3 (the rest consist of: his and jean’s backflip; a photo of him, mikasa, and armin around the campfire; him and connie clinking beer bottles; and him, armin, jean, and connie around a pool table: eren smiling wide with a single backwards rock and roll hand sign (he’s winning), armin with a smile and thumbs up, jean emotionless holding his pool cue (he’s losing), and connie with double middle fingers, his pool cue falling mid-air)

[bupia]

Can you please do 2, 14, and 48 (smut prompts) with Copia? Thank you <3

TENDER SEX

"I've never done it before..." "Well, neither have I." "You've never even touch yourself?" "I'll guide you."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: semi public sex; dirty talk; swearing; Italian swearing; oral sex m-afab!r/afab!r-m; unprotected sex; breeding)

Available on AO3

Day 23 | Day 25

This is a part 3 from Erotic Photos and Phone Sex

As the days stretched on without Cardinal Copia, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing. It had been a while since you last laid eyes on him, and the emptiness in your heart was undeniable. You understood the demands of his commitment to the Ghost project, but that didn't stop you from missing him. Was it selfish to wish for his presence, even if just for a little while?

The memory of your last video call together was etched in your mind. It had been a bittersweet moment, knowing that it marked the last time you saw him, even if it was through a screen. Copia's relentless schedule had him hopping from one city to another, making it nearly impossible to have those long, heart-to-heart conversations that you craved. It wasn't anger that you felt, just an ache in your heart that grew with each passing day.

But life went on, and you couldn't let yourself be consumed by the void his absence left behind. The Ministry demanded your attention, just like any other morning. Today, it was the mundane task of dealing with the laundry, and you were diligently folding the crisp, white sheets. The routine of it all helped to keep your thoughts at bay, at least for a little while.

Your lips moved silently, humming a tune that brought a touch of comfort to the laundry room as you meticulously sorted the sheets. The early hour meant that there were only a handful of your fellow siblings of sin present, but it was enough to keep the laundry process moving along smoothly. The familiar sounds of fabric rustling and the soft hum of the washing machines filled the room.

As the door to the laundry room creaked open, you didn't immediately shift your focus, assuming it was just another member of the clergy coming to lend a hand with the chores.

However, the sudden movement and commotion among your fellow siblings of sin made you furrow your brows in suspicion. Something wasn't right. As the others shifted toward the direction of the door, a wave of unease washed over you. Before you could react, you felt two strong hands grip your hips from behind, sending a shock of fear racing through your veins.

In that moment, a surprised squeak escaped your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned your head, and there he was, the source of your longing and the cause of your surprise—Copia. His face broke into a wide, brilliant smile as his eyes met yours. The shock that had gripped you moments ago melted away, replaced by pure joy. Without a second thought, you turned your entire body to face him, closing the distance in an instant.

Your arms reached out, wrapping themselves tightly around his neck, and you felt him respond in kind, his strong arms enveloping your waist. The embrace was so tight, so close, that it felt as if your two bodies had become one.

You snuggled your head on Copia's neck, finding solace in his presence. "What are you doing here, Copia?" you inquired, curiosity and relief lacing your voice.

Copia chuckled softly, his breath a comforting rhythm against your ear. "We managed to come back earlier than I thought we would."

Your brows furrowed in curiosity. "How? What happened?"

Copia hesitated for a moment, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Eh... an annoying thing actually," he began.

Your concern deepened, and you gently pulled your face away from his neck to look into his eyes. "What? What happened, Copia?"

He met your gaze with a gentle smile and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. "Let's not talk about it now, sì? I want us to enjoy the moment now." His voice was filled with affection and a hint of mischief.

A smile graced your lips, and you whispered, "Well, I'm glad that you came back, Copia..." Your words trailed off as you leaned in to give him a sweet peck on his lips. "I'm really glad."

Copia's gaze held a deep affection as he responded, "I'm glad to be back to you..." He took a step forward, still keeping you securely in his arms, causing your back to gently bump into one of the washing machines.

Your eyes remained locked on each other, an unspoken connection that transcended words. With a soft sigh, you removed your arms from around him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and gently stroking them with your thumbs. Copia leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender and loving kiss.

You inhaled deeply, your entire being melting in the warmth of his embrace. Copia's lips felt incredibly soft, and the connection between your mouths was perfect, as though they were made to fit together. His arms gradually unwound from around your body, his hands finding their way to your back, where he caressed you with delicate and tender touches of his fingertips.

With a subtle tilt of his head, the kiss deepened, evolving into something more passionate. Your tongues met in a sensual dance, a symphony of desire that only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

The intensity of the kiss had your body instinctively pressing against his, and Copia responded by moving his hands to your hips, sliding them down to your backside. It was a heated, passionate moment, but your instincts kicked in, and you reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Copia!" you chuckled, your cheeks flushed.

"Eh? What?" he inquired, looking slightly bewildered.

"Someone can come in!"

His eyes widened in realization, and he turned his gaze toward the door, then back to you. "Should we... put a sock on the doorknob?" he teased playfully.

Your laughter filled the room as you leaned in for a quick peck on his lips. "Maybe just... lock it?"

"L-Lock... it?" Copia stammered, his own nervousness beginning to surface.

A hint of shyness washed over you, and you took a deep breath before nodding your head.

"Eh... I've never done it before... I mean... in a laundry room..." Copia admitted in a calm tone.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Well, neither have I..."

He began to say something, but you didn't let him finish. Instead, you nodded in agreement and bit your lower lip, your hand slowly trailing down his chest, making his eyes close and a sigh escape his lips.

"Lock the door, Cardinal..." you whispered, your voice laced with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Copia, with a sly grin, quickly moved to lock the door, ensuring that your intimate encounter would remain undisturbed. The audible click of the lock sent a thrill down your spine, intensifying the atmosphere in the secluded laundry room.

His eyes met yours, with desire and affection in his gaze. You felt a rush of anticipation as he drew you closer. The hum of the washing machines became a distant echo as Copia leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that reignited the passion between you.

"I missed..." Copia began, his words slipping between kisses, "...you."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you replied softly, "I missed you..." punctuating your words with sweet pecks, "...so much."

He withdrew slightly, his intense gaze capturing yours as his hands gently cradled your face. "You were really bad to me on this tour..."

Your eyebrows raised, and you played the role of the innocent one. "What? What have I done?"

Copia leaned in to whisper, "Made me want you. Want you so much that it made me feel like I was dying for you. All the moments I got hard on stage just with the thought of you... not fair... not fair, amore."

His confession sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well, I can't say I'm sorry for that," you teased, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "But now, you've got me all to yourself."

His voice was a soft, seductive murmur as he declared, "I intend to fulfill my promise of claiming you entirely..."

A thrill of anticipation danced in your eyes as you met Copia's gaze, his whispered promise sending a rush of desire through your veins. Lowering his head to your neck, he fervently pressed his lips to your skin, alternating between ardent kisses and sensual, gentle sucks.

Your fingers deftly moved to his biretta, lifting it from his head and carefully placing it on the washing machine behind you. Your hands then found their way to his hips, pulling him closer, and your arms wrapped around his back, drawing him in with an insatiable desire. With your eyes closed, you savored every sensation—the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the cool moisture of his saliva, and the gentle tickle of his mustache against your neck. It was an intoxicating symphony of feelings that enveloped you in the moment.

"Mmm... Copia..." you purred and began to giggle. "I can't believe we're about to fuck in the laundry room..."

Copia chuckled softly against your neck, his hand finding the back of your neck and tangling his fingers in your hair, his touch caressing your nape. You emitted a soft groan and raised a leg to rub it against his own.

"We can find somewhere else if you prefer, amore..." he whispered, his voice sultry and tempting.

"No," you replied with unwavering desire. "I can't wait for it anymore, I need you to fuck me here, to touch me, to make me yours."

Copia's playful tone teased, "You want me to touch you? Why? You've never even touched yourself?" He brought his face closer to yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, you're going to mock me now, Cardinal?" you teased back. "If you only knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you, and this..."

With your bold confession, you boldly reached for the bulge in his pants, and Copia's body tensed in response. He bit his lower lip, a low growl escaping him, and a devilish grin curved at the corner of his lips.

"Will you tell me about all those times?" Copia asked, leaning his face closer to yours, his eyes locked onto yours.

You brought your face even closer to his, your lips nearly touching. "I can..." you breathed, your voice a tantalizing whisper. "But I thought you would prefer to fuck me instead of talking."

"Cazzo, amore!" Copia exclaimed, his arousal evident in his tone and the hardness pressing against you. "You make me so hard..."

"Mmm... I can feel it..." you whispered, your hand gently squeezing his hardness.

"For the days I've been gone," Copia began, pulling away from you, and he started to unbutton his mozzetta. "Have you been attending the Mass?" he asked while removing his mozzetta.

"Some of them..." you replied, your gaze fixed on him.

"Bene," he said, untying his fascia from around his body, letting it fall to the floor, and then he moved on to his cassock, beginning to unbutton it. "What about confessions? Have you been confessing your sins?" he asked, peeling off his cassock.

You shook your head.

"It's not because our Dark Lord doesn't reprimand your sins that you should hide them," he admonished, moving his hands to his pants. "You have been sinning, sì?"

"A lot..." you admitted, biting your lip. "Especially when I think about a certain Cardinal..."

"And still, no confessions..." he shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"Is it because I don't want to confess them to our Papa," you said, taking a step towards him. "I want to confess them to my Cardinal..." you whispered, your hand reaching for his on his pants, your fingertips caressing his skin.

"In that case, on your knees for your Cardinal," he said with a mischievous grin, his eyes filled with anticipation.

You knelt obediently before him, and Copia's eyes smoldered with desire as he undid his pants. You eagerly reached for them, pulling them down. His member was already hard, and it sprang free from his pants. You gasped in surprise at the sight of it; it was larger and thicker than it had appeared in the photos and videos, the reality of it causing a surge of excitement and desire to course through you.

With a hunger in your eyes, you licked your lips and wrapped your hand around his throbbing member, stroking it slowly up and down. It quivered under your touch, and a pleasurable shiver ran through your body.

"Mmm...." he hummed in pleasure. "Molto bene, amore..."

You continued your attentive ministrations, feeling his member throb against your palm. The intoxicating sensation sent a rush of warmth between your legs, making you increasingly wet. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and with a bold move, you took him into your mouth, causing him to moan in ecstasy.

You began to suck on him, your head bobbing back and forth, your mouth expertly working over his throbbing length. The sounds of his pleasure filled the laundry room, a harmonious blend of your desires merging into a crescendo of passion and lust.

"I was right..." he began to say, his hand tenderly caressing your hair. "Your sinful mouth would really look amazing around my cock."

You moaned softly in response, your tongue swirling sensually over the tip of his throbbing member, savoring the salty precum that oozed out. With a tantalizing touch, you sucked on it gently, feeling it grow even harder within your mouth. You looked up at him, and saw his eyes glaze over with lust.

"I imagined this so many times," he admitted, his hands cradling your face, fingers tangled in your hair. "And..." he growled, biting his lower lip, "You look so beautiful, so utterly exquisite, while you're sucking my cock..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you took more of him into your mouth. Copia moaned loudly in response and began to thrust into your mouth, the rhythmic in-and-out motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You made every effort to accommodate him, trying to take more of him each time he thrust inside, but his impressive size proved a tantalizing challenge. The remainder of him hung over your tongue, and you moaned sensually around his shaft, causing him to groan with unrestrained desire.

"Is that what you wanted, amore?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Having my cock all for you?"

You nodded, your desire evident in your eyes, making words unnecessary. Copia, teasingly, pulled his member out of your mouth, and you whimpered softly, longing for his return. He extended a hand toward you, and you eagerly grabbed it, getting up from the floor.

Still a little breathless from the previous activities, you stammered, "W-What...?"

Copia inhaled deeply and shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unfortunately, your Cardinal also did a bad thing..."

Your heart raced as he knelt before you. "I need to confess..." he began, going with his hands under your habit. "I also have sinned..." he continued, his fingers tracing your skin. "Just pleasuring myself thinking about you, all those infernal days far from you..." His words sent a thrill through you, and as he reached for the waistbands of your underwear and pulled it down to your ankles, tossing it aside, you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

Copia's hands caressed your thighs, and he went with his head under your habit, moving it closer to your wetness. As you felt his warm breath against your already dripping core, your legs trembled with desire. You reached for your habit, lifting it. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of Copia, his face flushed with anticipation, looking up at you.

He gently traced his tongue along your sensitive area, savoring your taste, and you responded with a soft gasp, your body arching slightly in response. A smile played on his lips as his tongue teased your most sensitive spot.

"You're so wet already, amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I can tell how much you want me."

You couldn't deny it, nor did you want to. Your desire for him had been a constant ache during his absence. All you had longed for was him, day and night, in every way imaginable.

"I want you so much, Copia..." you confessed in a soft whimper. "I need you so much..."

Copia grinned at you and then eagerly returned to pleasuring you. His mouth closed around your sensitive nub, his tongue swirling and teasing as you cried out, gasping from the overwhelming sensation. You tossed your head back in ecstasy, but soon your gaze returned to the sight of his head between your legs, captivated by the lustful connection you were sharing. Your juices flowed freely over his chin, and he lapped them hungrily.

"Ah! Copia... that's so good... please don't stop..." you moaned in pleasure, your voice filled with a deep longing for him.

His tongue darted between your folds, and you felt yourself shudder. He lapped at your juices, and then pushed two fingers inside you. You cried out, and then he added a third one.

"Does this feel better than when you do it?" Copia inquired as his fingers worked their magic.

"Yes... yes... yes... so much better... oh, fuck!" You gasped and writhed in response.

"You are so tight here..." he commented, fingers pumping your entrance with expert precision.

He curled his fingers upward to search for your spot, and as soon as he found it, you screamed out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Copia grinned at your response, and you couldn't help but buck your hips, your body craving more of his skilled touch, your desires consuming you.

Copia began to move his fingers in slow, sensual circles, and you couldn't hold back your screams. Your entire body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure. But then, suddenly, he stopped. You looked down, curious, and saw his fingers glistening with your juices.

With an alluring hunger in his eyes, he brought his fingers to his face, opening his mouth and sliding his fingers inside. He sucked on them greedily, cleaning them thoroughly, savoring the taste of your desire. The sight of his unabashed desire and the intimate act intensified the desire between you, making you ache for more.

He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze locked onto you. Your eyes were drawn to the sight of his hairy chest being exposed, and you bit the corner of your lower lip in anticipation. Unable to contain your desire, you turned your back to him, leaning your body against the washing machine, and subtly spreading your legs.

"Please, Copia... Don't make me beg for it," you pleaded, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I need you inside me... Please, just take me now." The urgency in your voice conveyed your insatiable desire for him.

Your passionate words had the desired effect on Copia, igniting a fierce desire within him. He approached you with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down the center of your back until they reached your enticing curves. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and he placed his other hand on your small of your back. Leaning in, his lips brushed against your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Say it again..." he whispered in a low, demanding tone.

"Please, my Cardinal... Make me yours..."

As the words left your lips, he slid his hands up your thighs, his fingers caressing your flesh. You gasped at the electrifying touch, your body arching in response to his sensual exploration. He ran his fingers through your folds, teasing you before he pushed one finger inside you.

"Copia... Stop teasing me... Please, I need your cock!" you gasped, your eyes tightly closed, lost in the sensations.

"That's better, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He smiled at you, then began to slowly slide his finger in and out, while using his other hand to massage your clit. He removed his finger from inside you, and your legs quivered in response to the sudden emptiness. You pushed your hips forward, looking at him above your shoulder with pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, amore..." he purred, his voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your dripping entrance. You gasped as he slid into you, his size filling you completely. He began thrusting slowly in and out, giving you time to adjust to his girth.

"Copia..." you moaned, biting your lower lip. "So good... Oh! Your cock feels so good... better than I thought..."

Copia furrowed his brows, closing his eyes tightly. "Merda, amore... You are going to make me cum fast with that tight, hot pussy of yours..."

"I-It's... o-okay..." you stammered, your voice trembling with desire. "Just fuck me... fuck me, Copia..."

Copia's thrusts became even more intense, moving faster in and out of you, his hips maintaining a rhythmic precision as he explored the depths of your heated core. His body pressed against yours, his chest against your back, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

With one of your hands, you reached behind you, your fingers tangling in his hair. He began to kiss your shoulder, his lips caressing your skin while he continued to thrust passionately in and out of you. You pressed yourself closer to him, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations.

"Amore, Oh!" he moaned in ecstasy. "Your pussy is perfect, merda, I will never be able to stop fucking you..."

Your loud moans filled the room, and he maintained his relentless pace, thrusting harder and faster. The washing machine beneath you moved, banging against the wall, a testament to the intensity of his thrusts. Copia held you tightly, and with a deep, heated gaze, he pulled out of you. He turned you to face him, his desire-filled eyes locking onto yours.

Lowering himself, he retrieved his cassock from the floor, adjusting it. "Per favore, lay down, amore... I'll guide you..." he requested.

You nodded and obediently went to lie down on top of his cassock. Copia knelt between your legs, his anticipation evident in his eyes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, bringing you closer until you could feel the intense heat radiating between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around him, eagerly inviting him back into your warmth.

You sighed in pleasure as he reentered you, and Copia began to move his hips, thrusting himself into you with powerful and deep strokes.

"Uuuhh..." you moaned, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

Copia leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. You eagerly wrapped your arms around him, drawing him closer, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Your moans of pleasure mingled with his as he continued to pound into you, his member driving deeply and hitting your cervix.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too..." you whispered in response.

Copia's lips found their way to your neck, his breath ragged as he continued his passionate movements inside you. His teeth gently grazed your skin, sending electric waves of sensation through your body. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"Amore... I... I can't hold on anymore... I need to cum..."

"Me too, Copia... Ah...! Cum, cum inside of me... Please, I want you to cum inside of me."

Your words drove him wild, and his breath became even more ragged. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your cries of pleasure filling the laundry room. Copia's pace quickened, and he straightened his body, gripping your hips, guiding you down onto his throbbing length. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him close, and his thrusts became more urgent.

"I'm cumming, amore!" he cried out, his release erupting inside you.

You could feel his hot release shooting deep within you, coating your insides. You called out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you as your body shook with pleasure. The passionate connection between you both had reached its zenith, and you clung to each other as waves of ecstasy coursed through your bodies.

Copia's body collapsed on top of yours, and both of you panted heavily, lost in the aftermath of your passion. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss on your cheek, which made you smile. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and hummed contentedly.

"Do you think the washing machines covered our sounds, amore?" he whispered close to your ear.

"Hopefully they did," you chuckled.

Copia slowly straightened his body and withdrew from you, his release trickling out of your entrance. He collected it with the tip of his member and gently pushed it back inside, causing you to gasp.

"We don't want it on my cassock," he said, pulling away once more.

"That's okay, Copia..." you replied, chuckling. "If it gets dirt, we're in a laundry room anyway."

Copia looked at you, and then you both glanced around, before sharing a laugh. He lowered his body, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Finally, he was back with you, the longing and desire between you stronger than ever.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

for the 5 sentence fic game - malex (Max/Alex), forgiveness? if it's not too out of ur depth :3

ok this was such a good prompt that i bust past 5 sentences and just kept going. so…here we go:

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Forgiveness

a max/alex drabble, rated g

When Max meets Alex again, it’s a crisp autumn day — the kind where the leaves curl in on themselves, as if holding a secret. What secret, Max doesn’t know, but he has never really been in the habit of keeping many secrets.

The park is not where he expects to see Alex. But that’s the thing about parks. They’re a central nervous system for cities. City planners used to design with this in mind, before cars took over. Max remembers this fact from an encyclopaedia that he used to read, under blanket with a torchlight, when he still had the time to, during karting.

And now, Alex is in the park. Alex is older. Hair the same, if longer than it used to be in their F1 days. Face clean-shaven, but sharper in the cut of his jaw. Eyes, still creasing upwards when he sees a thing he likes.

As it turns out, Alex smiled a lot more when he left Red Bull. His smile practically a quantum force of its own when he finally won a GP.

And as it turns out, to his surprise, Max may be one of the things Alex also likes.

“Is that really you?” Alex exclaims, hands tucked in his pockets, wool scarf loose on his neck. Max feels somehow underdressed in his nondescript hoodie. Being a five time world champion, even over a decade later, meant people would stop you for photos.

“It’s me, mate.”

Alex makes a noise that seems like delight. They do the bro hug, and he animatedly explains that Lily is in Shanghai for a project involving augmented reality home golfing that is run through a mobile phone holoprojector. He rambles a little bit about weather — which for some reason the English still are obsessed with — and Alex asks whether Monaco has changed much (Max tells him it hasn’t).

“Are you heading up to Milton Keynes?” Alex says.

There is no loadedness behind the question. Max has only been back to Milton Keynes for Redline work since he retired.

One thing about Alex is that he was always carefully guarded when he needed to be. But Max never found him truly capable of ill intent.

“No,” Mad says. “I’m actually here because Pen has a thing about horses now. I have a break from touring stables and such.”

“Horses! Ah! There’s this great place down by Richmond, the owner’s an old classmate of mine. Let me pass it to you.”

Classic Alex. Always trying to help out, be nice, create a connection. So Max grabs his phone from his pocket, and lets Alex fuss around with it.

So the task is done, and there isn’t much to do now but move on. That is what Max has done well. Move on, in a way that he knows how, eking out a place for himself in Sim driver development and helping others learn the ropes. Much like Alex clearly has too, remaining as advisor to his last team.

Max finds himself reflecting on the younger men they were so long ago. Max was a lot more impulsive then. Quick to anger, a hunger inside him with so much to prove. But every person who did what they did always had the hunger. It just manifested in a lot of different ways.

And the interaction is nearing its end. But Max still can’t quite find a way to make his legs move. Around them, someone occasionally jogs past, and there are some ducks quacking happily at a nearby pond. It is peaceful.

Alex’s phone buzzes. He glances down at it, brows creasing in concern.

“Sorry, there’s some emergency at home involving my five year old and…” Alex squints at his phone. “A muffin tray of glitter. George is always far too lenient with his godson.”

Max smiles. “I heard about that. George, I mean. Not the glitter. I am not psychic.”

“That would explain your super-powered abilities, wouldn’t it?”

“Ha!” Max says, and he means it. “Anyway, I remember exactly how it is. That age.”

Alex smiles back knowingly.

The leaves rustle in the trees. The ducks are still quacking. The sun peeks out from behind a cloud, warming them both.

It is comfortable, in the way Alex always makes people feel, since the Williams years.

Max stops his leg from twitching.

“Listen, Alex. I never got a chance to say it before.”

“Say what?”

“That I…”

And Max finds himself pondering it. What does he mean? That he’s sorry? Sorry that a formula one team only truly ever has enough room for one person? That he should have asked how Alex was, like how he makes a point to do so now, with all his Redline youngsters? That he wishes he had called or texted him in the intervening years to see how he was, that he wishes they had stayed in touch? That he misses his old cars more than anything in the world, even if he’s happy with what he’s done and the way the puzzle pieces of his life have landed, and he always wonders if other drivers did too?

Max swallows a lump in his throat that he didn’t know was there. In the end, he says exactly what is on his mind.

“I’m really glad that you seem well.”

If that’s not the answer Alex was expecting, he doesn’t show it. He always seems borderline spiritual these days. As if he’s discovered a secret and invites you to understand it. A little bit like a monk, but one who definitely drives over the speed limit. (Max saw that video: a special karting one Alex did for family content, and he still carves a magnificent line.)

The monk in question smiles. It’s warm, like the sun. How lucky for those who grow close enough to Alex, to feel it.

And in that sage, still boyish way of his— surrounded by ducks, subjected to the inclement weather, in the artery of the place where worlds meet — Alex tells Max, back:

“I’m glad for us, too.”

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from prompt thing here except i will actually try to stick to 5 sentences for the next one(s)

[starfighters]

your gifs are sooo gorgeous, i love your work!! <3 if you don't mind me asking, do you have any tips or tricks, save settings, adjustments, etc. on how to get them to look so crisp and high quality?

anon, this made my entire day and thank you so much!! i'll link some gifmaking tutorials below since they deal with making high quality gifs, but i'll also share some of my own tips & tricks in response to your questions! also just some tips about giffing on tumblr in general. more under the cut, i hope this is helpful!

save settings

i always save my gifs under selective diffusion! when making a super colourful gif, sometimes i'll do adaptive pattern, but 99.9% of the time my gifs are selective diffusion with 256 colours

when making black & white gifs, you might be able to get away with lowering the number of colours, allowing you to squeeze more frames in.

keep every gif below 10mb because that's tumblr's size limit, so i keep my big 540px x 540px gifs to about 40-50 frames and my dialogue gifs to about 55 frames. mostly i just keep as many frames in as possible to push the 10mb limit

adjustments

sharpen your gifs! my sharpening settings are 500 at 0.3 radius and then 10 at 10.0 radius!

i start every colouring with a curves layer, then a levels layer. i like my gifs bright, so sometimes i add a brightness contrast layer on screen before i use curves

i loveee bright gifs. i love the whites in my gif to be white and the blacks to be black, so i use levels a lot in my gifs

my usual colouring process starts with brightness/contrast on screen (if applicable), curves, then levels

usually i try to keep the number of adjustment layers low because a lot of adjustments tends to mess with the quality

colour balance is your best friend. a lot of movies & tv shows have a yellow tint, so upping the blues can help decrease that — i use this a lot because i don't want my gifs coming out too yellow

selective colour is also your best friend. this helps you target specific colours in the gif, like reds and greens and magentas, and is especially helpful when correcting skin tones

channel mixer is the best for removing tints. whole scene coloured red? use channel mixer to make it look natural! showmakers decided the scene should just be yellow? channel mixer here to save the day! you can use this tutorial as a lovely guide to using it

overall, i like my gifs more colourful, so i also use vibrance and hue/saturation a lot!

make sure not to red/yellow/pink/white-wash the people in your gifs! having reference photos with decent lighting up helps a lot when colouring to make sure you're staying true to their skin tone

general tips and tricks

always, always, ALWAYS gif 1080p or 4k footage if you can get it. anything above 10gb will work just fine! honestly, the size of the actual file doesn't really matter that much unless you're doing large gifs (like 540px x 540px or 540px x 800px), but there'll be a quality difference between a 720p 1gb file from youtube and a 4k 12gb file for sure

(in all honesty.... the secret to my crisp gifs is the fact that i have massive files. my star wars movie files are 4k 38gb and i just downloaded a 50gb file for dunkirk because I Am A Nerd.) this is not required at all i am just blessed with a lot of storage and i love having the best files possible for my favourite media, but generally, large files = better quality. HOWEVER, the difference between 17gb and 38gb is practically negligible so don't worry

large files are also better for colour manipulation because the quality doesn't drop as quickly

tumblr dimensions are ALWAYS 540px for the width. you could go wider but tumblr compresses it down to 540px width anyways so you might as well just start at 540px to preserve it. i tend to do 540 x 540 for sets like this, 540 x 350 for dialogue, and 540 x 300 for wide shot scenes.

i like having colour schemes in my sets. if you look through some of my movie sets, you'll notice they usually have a theme — this a new hope set is mostly pink, while this dunkirk set is mostly blue. that's just personal preference but i find it helps me so much when picking scenes, and makes it a lot more cohesive imo

WATERMARK YOUR GIFS. twitter loooooves to repost gifs from here unfortunately and sometimes other people on this website will steal them too, so it's just a good idea to always watermark. i designed a fun little one for myself and it just makes me happy to see it on my gifs. you can just add a little text with your url down at the bottom of your gif!

tag people on your sets! tag source blogs, tag other creators, tag the general edit tags for your media, whatever! i usually tag the blogs i see post a lot within the fandom and my mutuals. most users will have their tracking tag in their bio, mine for example is #userkosmos

create a general edit tag for your works, and link it in your bio. makes it a lot easier for people to browse your works and also makes it easier for yourself to organise!

most importantly, have fun! gifmaking shouldn't be a chore, and sometimes taking a step away (or maybe ten steps away...) does wonders for your creativity

gifmaking tutorials

how to make hq gifs by cal-kestis

giffing 101 by cillianmurphy

giffing tutorial by breakbleheavens

gifmaking for beginners by hayaosmiyazaki

gif tutorial by kylos

how to colour yellow-tinted shots by nobodynocrime

how to avoid colourwashing

how to avoid pink and yellow washing by jeonwonwoo

how to fix orange-washed characters by zoyanazyalensky

[missanthropicprinciple]

Picture 1, top left: Yikes pencils from Nickelodeon - I can't remember if I intentionally snapped these in half but I really enjoyed using them when they were shorter. The erasers weren't great and smeared like most built-in erasers. The lead is kind of soft and unless freshly sharpened it wasn't easy to get crisp lines with them, but they were lovely. I'm so glad I have so many remains left. I also have some of the original packaging, as the inserts made perfect bookmarks.

Picture 2, top right: I love my vintage Lisa Frank pencils from 1989. They were hand-me-downs, as I was three at the time. I haven't used them after a certain point because I wanted to preserve the designs. My favorite was definitely the rainbow leopard pattern.

Picture 3, bottom left: My favorite short pencils are my "Raw" and "shaved" pencils from the 90s. When I went to Catholic elementary school for three years, we use to "shave" our pencils (usually at my instigation) on the side of our desks because the curved metal frame was perfect to neatly remove all the paint from virtually any pencil. The custodial staff must have hated us (sorry Ed, wherever you are!). Towards the end of the 90s they did actually manufacture "naturals" and "raw" pencils, mainly Eberhard Faber American Naturals Pencils. In my photo, the pencils on the outside are the ones that I shaved and all the rest are manufactured without a paint coating.

Picture 4, bottom right: Misc pencils - Not sure where I got all of these. The third one from the left is one that my dad used. He used to get them free from lumber yards and companies like that. The unique green and brown giraffe pattern doesn't have a brand name printed on it so I don't know where it's from, most likely another hand-me-down or stocking stuffer. Same goes for the orange circle pattern. The Marvin the Martian pencil was from a Looney Toons set circa 1994. While I'm not much of a Looney Toons fan, these pencils had the best lead and were a real joy to draw with.

I have such fond memories of all these pencils that were in almost every purse and backpack I ever had from my elementary school years to my teens.

[missrandomdreamer]

Apple Pickin'

~Smoker x (OC) Beatrice Snippet~

(Note: Vermouth is the owner of the pub Beatrice works at and is a father figure to her ;3 also reference of Smoker's outfit form the One Piece Grand Collection thanks to One Piece Grand Collection for archiving this photo because oof i love this outfit) Also pretty much wrote this and didn't look back so sorry if there is a bit of erros >>

A bear claw reached up and plucked an apple from the branch before it was placed in a wicker basket. A soft song came from the woman as she picked apples one by one. "Beatrice! You have company!" Vermouth called from the farm house yards away. Beatrice felt her lips twitch into a smile before she peaked through the large boughs of the apple tree in time to see her visitor: Vice Admiral Smoke, come down the steps of the weathered farm house. Today he wasn't in his marine attire perhaps trying to blend in more wearing a leather jacket, olive green button up with tight jeans. She watched him from her hidden spot before bringing up her legs completely hiding her from view. Her hazel eyes could still see Smoker who now looked confused as he looked from tree to tree. She had to admit-it was a very cute look on him. She suppressed a giggle as she still walked around confused.

"Bea?"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Smoker thanked the older gentleman who gestured to the backdoor of the farm. "Beatrice should be out there picking apples-somewhere. I haven't seen her in awhile, but the basket of apples is growing." Vermouth shrugged and gave a tired smile, "That girl doesn't know when to take a break, make sure she gets one, Admiral." He patted Smoker's shoulder causing the Vice Admiral to crack a smile, cigars hanging from his lips.

"Ill try, you know how stubborn she can be." The old man laughed shaking his head,

"Don't I know it. Good luck with her." Vermouth hobbled back into his home leaving Smoker to attempt to find the bear woman hiding in the orchard. The air was crisp, somewhere close by someone was burning leaves. Smoker took in a deep breath, his body feeling at ease. This had started occur since coming to visit Beatrice-he started to feel less uptight. Speaking of which-

"Bea?" Smoker eyebrows furrowing slightly looking from tree to tree, peeking up into the bows, "Bea? Where are you?" He kept looking from left to right until suddenly heard a hush of leaves behind him. He had just turned around and look up when something-someone jumped down from the tree. Smoker let out a yell in surprise as he felt a weight on him, knocking the breath out of him and crushing his bits---a bit. He grunted in pain as he looked up to see Beatrice sat on top of him, a large grin on her face,

"Boo!" She giggled as she took an apple from the basket on her arm, taking a bite out of it smirking. "Good to see you Smoky."

Smoker just laid there, wind knocked out of him, and his nether regions crushed just looked up at her with wide brown eyes and his face burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger, quickly spreading across his face: his cigars had fallen out of his mouth which he held agape. There was Beatrice straddling him as if it was the most normal thing to do, her smoky mousy hair cascading over her chest in waves, hazel eyes full of mischief, and maroon colored lips smiling down at him. She was wearing dark brown turtleneck sweater and patched up short overalls but the most endearing part of her appearance were the leaves stuck in her hair form being up in the tree.

"Beatrice!? What-what the hell was that for?" he breathed. " I could have hit you!"

Beatrice just laughed, "But you didn't and anyway I would have dodged it." taking another bite of the apple. He watched her swallow the piece of fruit before his brown eyes flickered away from her throat up to her hazel eyes, they were shining. "I actually wanted to jump on your back but this works to. Your lap is very comfortable." Bea laid down on his chest, still straddling him, chin resting in her hand, Smoker's face flushed, " I wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised?" Smoker grunted, he wanted to move his legs but he was to afraid too. "Y-Yes, very." Beatrice grinned again and put the apple she had been eating to his lips.

"Good-have a bite. These apples are absolutely delicious." Smoker nodded and took a bite, making the the bear woman smile, her soft ears twitchy cutely, before she slid off of him. Smoker sat up quickly, as she removed the apple from his mouth swallowing the piece of fruit looking away sheepishly, also trying not to choke. The bear woman looked down at him, head cocking like a curious bear cub before taking another bite. " I'm glad you are here. I'm almost finished up here, care to help, you can take some back to your boat?"

Smoker sighed, taking out two cigars then lighting them. He suddenly reached out and removed the leaves in Beatrice's hair eliciting a small blush from the woman. With one of the leaves he bopped her on the nose, her hazel eyes widening at him causing him to grin. " Yeah I'll help ya, Bea, but no more tricks."

Beatrice grinned and put out her bear claw of a hand, "All right deal." He just shook his head before shaking her hand. The two then took to it, Beatrice scurrying up the tree with ease while Smoker held the basket. The vice admiral watched her and couldn't help have a smile on his lips. With each time they met-she too seemed to let down the dark and intimidating facade.

It didn't mean she still couldn't be scary as hell but when it was just the two of them like this, doing the most mundane things, she seemed a lot happier and playful-sweet: attributes Smoker didn't want to admit he found endearing. Smoker just watched her move with ease in the tree trying not to stare at her backside and the little cute nub of a tail, nor the way he saw her muscles move or the way her hair look incredible soft in the afternoon light. Smoker coughed, shit, he didn't want to admit...maybe he had it bad for the woman...maybe.

"Smoker do you need some water?" Beatrice looked down from the tree eyebrows furrowed in concern, but he shook his head and waved his gloved hand in front of him,

"No-no I'm fine."

"Okay..if you are sure."

The two worked on, mostly in silent but comfortable in the silence of each other. By the time they were done, the sun would be setting in an hour or so. Vernmouth came out and waved them in,

"That's enough for the day you two. You both did more than enough." The old man grinned, "Feel free to take a basket home with you-each of you. "

"Thanks Vern-" Beatrice came up and gave him a hug and he just patted her head before she pulled back. Smoker just gave the man a handshake,

"Thanks, appreciate it." With that the two set off, each with a basket of fresh apples. They walked side by side-Beatrice flexed her bear claw and attempted to rush Smoker's hand but the man seemed to be lost in thought. She cleared her throat, Smoker's soft brown eyes looked over to her,

"You know-it will be dark pretty soon. You could stay at my place for the night."

Smoker laughed, "I ain't afraid of the dark, Bea. I could make it to the ship just fine." Beatrice frowned and looked away,

"Well-I thought you would be tired after all that labor and you might want to stay in a nice little cottage, with a warm fire and a good meal for the night." She tossed her hair over her shoulder, pouting. Smoker didn't answer her. "Not to mention, a comfortable bed to sleep in, better than that hammock you are used to on the ship."

Smoker furrowed his eyebrows, "You only have one bed." He turned to look at her and she met his gaze and smiled, her eyes looking a bit mischievous again,

"Oh I know-I don't mind sharing." Smoker nearly choked on his cigars and looked away, "I have a couch too, but it might be just a tad less comfortable then the queen size bed, and all those warm blankets." She shrugged.

Again Smoker couldn't answer her, his face felt heated. Silence again, came between them. Beatrice would steal glances at Smoker, trying to gauge his mood but his face was unreadable, except maybe for the blush now on his cheeks but that could just be the glow from the setting sun. Smoker didn't turn to look at her even though he felt her eyes on him. He heard her make a small noise before she bumped up against him causing another shiver to run through him.

" Smokey?"

"Hm?"

"Can you give me a piggy back ride?" Beatrice's voice came out a lot softer than her usual tone, perhaps she was embarrassed at the request. Smoker turned to look at her, eyebrows furrowed , cigars forever puffing, had he heard her right?

"What?"

Beatrice looked at him, perhaps a tad shy. She twisted a piece of her soft mousy hair around one of her bear claws, " Piggy back ride...Can I get a piggy ride back please."

"Do your feet hurt?" She shook her head no. Smoker furrowed his eyebrows more, " Did you hurt ankle?"

Beatrice felt her face heat up, "No- I just thought...

"Then why would I-?" Beatrice looked away blushing and lips pouted,

"Oh never mind." she snapped, her tone not angry just tired and perhaps a bit sad.

Once more silence, before Smoker just huffed and stomped in front of her, "All right Bea, get on, and stop that pouting." He grumbled, hiding his face from her. He heard a little excited 'eep!' before she scampered up onto his back. He felt her weight against him and her face rest against the back of his head. Her lower bear arms and claws draped over his shoulders while he held on to her legs.

He then felt a soft kiss flutter on the back of his neck causing another shiver to race up his spine, "Thanks Smoker." her breath warm and gentle against his skin. Smoker just grunted and cleared his throat,

"Hm. Whatever. Don't get used to it though, I'm not going to be letting you do this all the time."

Beatrice laughed, "How about only on special occasions?" "This isn't a special occasion."

"It's special to me." she said factually. "And you never answered my question?"

"What question?" Smoker adjusted his placement on how he was holding her, shifting his weight slightly, adjusting the basket of apples on his arm along with still holding on to Beatrice.

Beatrice sighed exasperated, "Are you staying over or what? Or am I going to spend a lovely fall night all alone?" He could practically hear her pouting. "Hmph." Smoker let smoke out through his nose, he chewed on his cigars a bit harder. He didn't want to admit it but he really wanted to. Not just because yeah, sleeping in a home would be nice instead of sleeping on the ship but he wanted to be with her. Though in his heart he knew it would be not wise. He couldn't -he shouldn't. "I can't keep seeing her like this....I should just cut ties now. I don't want to hurt her." He sighed to himself, he felt her lean more on to him, perhaps trying to turn her head to see his face.

"Smoker?" her voice was soft in his ears.

" I want to though...I want to be with her but I know with her living here and me being a marine-I don't know how long it's going to work out for us." "Hey Smoker...are you okay?" Smoker felt a gentle touch on his exposed skin, the skin that was peaking out from his button up shirt. He jolted and his grasp suddenly tighten on her as if she would suddenly disappear from him.

"Yes... I'm fine." he paused exhaling a breath, releasing his touch ever so slightly on her. "I'll stay over...if it isn't trouble." he muttered. He shouldn't but he would. Who knew how long he would get to be with her, might as well take all the time he could get.

"Wait what really!? You will?" Beatrice gasped and hugged him his neck causing him to choke.

"Be-Beatrice choking!"

"Oh-oh sorry I'm just happy!" she nuzzled her nose into the back of his neck causing that little tremor through his body, "I'm so happy you are here, Smoker." her voice going softer. Smoker just huffed a laugh, gently patting her legs, his chest tightening.

"Yeah...me too."

~The End~

[ask-emile-sdv]

Another Autumn (Emile x G/N Farmer Drabble)

Word Count; 1112

Genre; fluff

A/N; artem here! I thought it would be a good way to dispense lore so I made this little drabble <3

Autumn.

A beloved month for many. The smell of cinnamon, the sight of crimson, and the sound of laughter. The crisp air felt sharp in Emile’s lungs, as he swept a bead of sweat from his furrowed brow. He shivered slightly from the cold, despite the warm sunlight beaming down on him.

He wasn’t one for autumn, actually. The flowers were nice, sure, but the season itself was just another bitter reminder of being alone. Every time someone found out about his distaste of it, they would always gasp and go “Why? I mean, it’s autumn! Don’t you like the Spirit’s Eve festival? Dressing up with friends?”

As he dug his hoe into the fertile earth below, he let out a belligerent chuckle. Dressing up with friends? Spirit’s Eve? What a joke. The only memories of that damned holiday was the chiding remarks from his parents to his cousins and siblings, about taking him with them as he would stand in his ill-fitting hand-me-down superhero costume. A tacky thing it was, he wanted to be a vampire but his parents insisted on wearing the old costume.

The air would be thick with an awkward feeling as he trailed behind them, always the last to get candy, always the first one to get lost in the maze, always the one not knowing where to look in photos.

Always the one forgotten.

Then the new school year would continue, walking with his head cast down at the cracks in the sidewalks, uncomfortably walking in his new school shoes which were always a little too big. “You’ll grow into it,” his mother always told him. He would fiddle with the straps of his backpack as he waited for roll call, sitting in the cold plastic chair full of static in the cold autumn air.

“Hoa- Wa…” The teacher would squint and adjust their outdated glasses “Hon…”

“Hoàng.” He would say, quietly. “I go by Emile.”

He would feel everyone’s eyes on him, gazing into the top of his head, before completely overlooking him for the rest of the school year. That’s how it went every year, every autumn.

He was knocked out of his reminiscing as he heard someone open the gate, the squeaking of the hinges cutting through the garden. Looking up, his eyes met the farmer’s. Sighing, he squinted at them in feigned annoyance.

“I’m busy, what do you want? Look, if you’re asking where my trashcan is-”

“Emile! Hey! You mind taking this off my hands?” The farmer shoved a bag of quality fertilizer into his gloved hands.

He paused, confused. “... Fertilizer?”

They flashed him a grin, oh yoba, that grin. He felt his heart flutter, his face like a peony. They scratched the back of their head sheepishly.

“Yeah, accidentally bought too much off of Pierre, aha. So I thought hey! Why not hand this off to Emile!”

He felt his pulse through his fingertips as he held the bag, racing. “... You thought of me?”

They let out a light hearted chuckle, “Well, yeah! Of course, why wouldn’t I? After all, we’re both planting our new crops… Do flowers count as crops?”

“Of course they are, they’re floriculture.” He scoffed, “You should know this, farmer.”

“Right, right…” The farmer glanced at the turned dirt below, “What are you planting?”

Emile’s tea colored eyes lit up, as they always did when flowers became the topic. “Fairy roses, sunflowers, mums- the usual fall flowers. I’m moving them from the greenhouse.” He looked at the sack of bulbs by his feet, “Also preparing for winter flowers, such as snowdrops.”

“There’s winter flowers?” The farmer asked, kneeling down to take a look in the bag.

“Of course! There’s poinsettias, camellias, winter pansies, etc..” He excitedly listed off, “Oh! There’s also Christmas roses- those are nice. They have this lovely white color, but as the blooms age they can darken into pink or even green! You can deadhead those, so they can grow more white blossoms. They mean ‘Relieve my anxiety’ along with innocence and hope, so they make a great present for the Feast of the Winter Star and-” He quickly shut himself up. Shit… I said too much, Yoba, I must sound so annoying…

“Why’d you stop?” The farmer questioned. He looked up, and to his surprise they were staring intently at him, leaning closer for more. So close, in fact he could count every lash that surrounded their mesmerizing irises. He swallowed nervously.

“W… What do you mean ‘Why’d you stop’?”

“You kinda just- cut yourself off there.”

“Well,” He cleared his throat, “I’m sure someone like yourself wouldn’t be interested in this, after all you specialize in produce so…”

“But it’s interesting.”

His eyes widened, “You… You think what I’m saying is interesting?”

“Yeah, why do you sound surprised? It’s cool!”

He felt a strange feeling, one he’d never felt before. He felt… Heard. Seen. The farmer was looking at him so expectantly, with so much care. Care for the impromptu lesson, no, care for him.

The wind blew around them, carrying along leaves of scarlet and orange. But despite the cold breeze, he felt warm- almost too warm. “Well… I-I suppose if you came all this way, I might as well grace you with my knowledge!” His cheeks heated up, painting them rosy and bashful, “D-don’t think I’m doing this for you though. I just… I've just been working hard all day and I need a break. that’s all!”

The farmer tapped their chin, “A break, huh?” They hummed in thought, “Hey, why not tell me more about this over at the saloon then?”

“Oh, at the Stardrop?”

“Yeah, over some wine?”

“Well.... That sounds nice…. B-but you’re paying!”

The farmer laughs, putting their hands up in mock defense. “Yeah, yeah. I suppose I have to pay tuition for your classes somehow, right?”

Emile huffs, turning to the side. “That’s right, farmer-” He’s cut off as they take his hand and lead him out the garden, “Woah! Hey!-”

They looked at him with bright eyes as they dragged him to the saloon, “Cmon, let’s go!”

Emile cracked a small smile, shaking his head as he let them lead him to the townsquare. The crunching of the garnet leaves under their feet could be heard, the smell of cinnamon emanating from the saloon as Gus prepares his fall menu, and the sound of the farmer’s laughter echoing in his ears and ribcage. A sound so lovely to him, that he could just listen to it on repeat over and over again as if it was a love song.

Maybe he’ll give autumn a chance this round… Because this time he isn’t alone.

[miyamiwu]

Super, super late reply, but I was tagged by @variabels to list 5 anime/manga recs. Thanks for the tag! (I also love Durarara and Baccano ヾ(•ω•`)o)

I’m gonna list mainly Chinese media in this list, though, because that’s what I consume more. And ha! How brave, asking an ND person like me for recs. Prepare to be bombarded by my rambling!

Starting off with the media currently featured in my header (excluding Blue Lock coz most of my mutuals already know that)...

1. The Earth is Online (danmei* novel)

* Danmei - Chinese boys love stories

The plot basically: Everyone on Earth is pulled into a death game.

A good intro to the unlimited flow* genre. Each instance is thrilling and complex. The boys love aspect is not much, as it focuses on plot, but it’s definitely not subtle. The characters are also quite diverse. Most UF novels just focus on the Chinese characters and revolve around what happens in China, but this one actually features those from other countries. I also like how the protagonist isn’t treated as the entire world’s savior. Other people around the world are also doing their part.

Where to read: An official English release is coming out in 2024. Translations will be done by luckkoi, the fan translator. As such, they've taken down their translations online. There's an alternate translation by @leonsrightlations , but only a few chapters are out right now. There are several completed translations online, but they're all edited mtl (machine translation). If you don't mind that, you can go google it. I recommend the one by Rainbow Mushroom. Their translations require a password, though, and you can find that on their Discord server.

* unlimited flow - Chinese genre of web novels where the protagonist is pulled into different instances to complete challenges which, if failed, would result in punishment or even death. It’s basically the death game genre, but instead of just one game, there are multiple.

2. Legend of Hei movie + Legend of Luo Xiaohei series sequel (donghua*)

(I downloaded this video from YouTube years ago. I can no longer find it there, so I’m reuploading it here…)

* Donghua – Chinese anime

A story about the young cat demon Xiao Hei and his quest to find a new home after humans destroyed his old one. Cute cat + cool powers + awesome fighting scenes + clean and crisp animation.

You can watch this on Netflix, but it’s not available in all countries. There’s an English and Japanese dub available, but I strongly recommend watching it in the original Chinese. (I can send you the full movie with English subtitles if you want). The series, which takes place after the movie, can be watched on YouTube. S1 of the series is more slice of life, but s2 is action-packed.

3. Low Tide in Twilight (BL manhwa)

That BL trope where the bottom has a mountainload of debt, while the top gives him a way out… except, not really, coz the male lead Taeju is partly the creditor, and he’s forcing Euihyun into a relationship with him in exchange for money.

Typical BL story with an initially toxic couple, but better. Complex characters, and a manhwa that relies more on the art to tell the story instead of the words. Also, Taeju gives off that same annoying but hot vibe as Kaiser. What more do you want?

4. Link Click (donghua)

The title (时光代理人) would be literally translated as “Time Agents.” I have no idea why the official English title is Link Click.

The plot basically: Two guys with time-related powers run a photography shop, where they accept orders from clients to dive back in time through a photo.

Funimation did this donghua so dirty by not promoting it more back when it aired in 2021. The English subs were also terrible.

Did you know that it used to rank #20 in MAL, surpassing MP 100 S2, Jujutsu Kaisen, and many other mainstream anime? Now, it’s ranked #41 on MAL, lower than before, but still pretty high for a donghua on MAL. That’s just how good it is.

Here’s a link to the blu-ray version with fansubs. Just pick the normal English track option and not English (CR).

Edit: OKAAAY, it turns out that link has the episode order all mesed up. Just ask me if you need an HD copy with good fansubs.

5. White Cat Legend 2020 (donghua)

Title (大理寺日志) would be literally translated as The Journal of Dali Court.

Another cat boy donghua! Can you tell I just love cats?

The plot: Chen Shi travels from the countryside to the big city to search for his missing brother and inadvertently ends up working at Dali court under the cat guy Li Bing.

Slice of Life + Comedy + Drama + Supernatural + Mystery + Action

Baiting you with a hot guy gif~

It's a historical show btw, so expect some references to real-life events.

The animation is also really smooth in this one! You can watch it on YouTube. Here's a link to episode 1.

Season 2 is also out! I'm yet to watch it, though. I should really do some time...

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Tagging some mutuals to check these out, and also to list 5 recs (no pressure)~

@potato-longsocks @echarie @takeunknownroadnow @gachagon @bachirasbodyguard @blonde-batgirl @oo-mi-ru-oo @www98vikitoo @whiteapplesandblackblood

I recommend creating your own post instead of adding your recs in a reblog. My post is already pretty long. Turn this into a long thread, and we'll be a menace on the dashboard haha

[per-the-jellicle-magician]

TLDR: Warsaw Cori and Tanto's design got changed big way halfway through stage rehershals and here's how i figured it out

I am seething

We were potentially robbed of the Queen of the Night inspired Warsaw Cori and Tanto

Like

The widow's peak, the ears doing the buns, the long blue hair giving the veil vibe, the very pale and plain but eye-heavy make up

Coincidence? I think not

Cori seems be be pretty much the same but with bit less of a hair-veil and potentially some facial hair

And that's it, those 3 photos from Dec 13, 2003 rehershal are all i have of them like that, the next time they appear in rehershal photos in costume is on Dec 22 where they look like this:

And then finally like this around/at the premiere:

I have no idea if that early look was actually Queen of the Night inspired, although it is very possible given that it is confirmed that at least one Warsaw costume is movie inspired, and that recording of "The Magic Flute" came out in 2003 so right as they were working on Warsaw, plus like it very much looks like it

I think either it's a very heavy case of "just trust the process" with the wigs and makeup just being halfway done on the 13th and then mostly finished within the next week (which makes sense given it was just a few weeks before the premiere)

Or Queen of the Night/smth of the sort was their initial concept but they changed it around that time, had it done by the next week and those wigs were just a placeholder or a leftover from the initial design

Which could be the case as in those 2 group photos there's also a completly wigless Skimble (cut out when I zoomed in on the twins), and I have undated wigmaker's shop photos where they are working on Skimble wigs and what very much could be psychic twins wigs given the use of the blue fur (as opposed to the blue hair in both those Queen-esque and other characters' wigs)

So yeah, I have no idea what actually happend here

My only theory, if it was in fact a change, is that either London said "change it", or that someone realized it would make them look just like the rest of the cast aka "normal". And in their final design their thing is that they look way more cat than everyone else and it heavily differents them from the rest, at least visually, so maybe there's smth to this

Now i wish there was a version of Warsaw where that Queen of the Night vibe prevailed, or at least just a few more photos from those early stage rehersals

UPDATE a day later

I just realized it must have been a change of concept or smth because of how the costume cration process went. It was clothes - wigs - makeup, and it's confirmed in the Warsaw book by the makeup designer. This photo very much proves it

The characters whose make up is fully done, like Victoria, Fraszka, Turbo Ptyś and Munk (Vic and Fraszka even got their falsies on) have their wigs also fully done (although Munk's isn't fully styled)

Those whose wigs are about halfway done like Jelly, Bomba and Etcetera, have their makeup either halfway done or barely started

And Cori and Tanto very clearly got their make up fully ready, it's as crisp as any of the others' who have their's fully done and I am pretty sure Tanto got false eyelashes on. Which tells me that their wigs in this photo are either fully done or generally done but not fully styled

And coming back to the wigless Skimble (on the very right of this ^ photo) and the wigmaker's shop photos, it tells me they were probably taken around the same time. And judging by this photo, his wigs are about halfway done (they're mostly missing the long strands on the sides)

But the blue, definetly most likely psychic twins wigs, look to be started just now, when they very much should already be (mostly) finished. And sure, there were few character's (most notably pink Jenny) who's makeup was fully done when their wigs were still worked on, but it was "oh they're missing a few pieces in the back", not "their wig looks like a completly different one"

Which tells me that most likely something happened during those early to mid Dec rehershals, someone changed their mind or smth and they decided to fully rework the psychic twins' wigs and make up. Idk maybe the director liked the concept on paper and actors but not on stage, maybe London was asked to confim the finished design and they were like "nope, change it". Who knows, not me

All in all, i am ever so slightly salty about this change cuz it was a pretty cool design, but i do love a lot the one they ended up with and i think it works well on stage so no hard feelings there

Maybe if i'm lucky i'll stumble upon some more photos from that Queen-esque look time cuz yeah, it's really cool and i wish i had more of it

[tookishcombeferre]

It feels like it has been a million years since I decided to actually post my fan art. I doodled this in a sketch book and took a picture of it with my phone.

If you’ve read the latest installment of Perhaps Love, you get the significance of the Little Dipper. If you have not … well, I won’t give away spoilers! ;)

Surprisingly, the image quality isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Though, some of the shading isn’t as crisp or nice as it could be with a real scanner.

Alas … I don’t really have a scanner anymore.

ART REFERENCES:

I used some random pictures of Stitch as references for Papyrus’ eyes.

The reference for the position of MTT and Papyrus can be found here. (Basically, I googled “two people sitting in each other’s lap stock photo” and this was the 3rd thing I saw and liked it.)

The Rocky Horror T-shirt MTT is wearing is a blend of 3 or 4 different shirts I’ve either seen in person or looked up on Etsty but the lips belong to the ever beautiful Patricia Quinn.