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morallyinept · 6 months

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SUV Shenanigans - A Dieter Bravo GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 500

Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶 "It's the emergence, of."

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GIFLET MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Dedicated to @secretelephanttattoo She knows why 😉🖤

Enjoy! 🖤

This GIFLET was inspired by the below GIF 👇🏻

Your dress is bunched up around your stomach; sequins, every shade of violet, grazing across the top of your thighs.

His fingers dig into them too, holding you steady; you've foregone your seatbelt. The SUV winds down the same roads you've already seen for the last fifteen minutes.

Dieter told the driver to keep looping. He isn't finished yet.

Your hands are clawing, twisting in his hair; tugging tight in the riot of fluffy tufts. Messing up the fine job the groomer did to tame those unruly, greying curls, only hours ago.

Your ass hangs off the edge of the seat, your back arches; Dieter's face is stuffed tightly between your thighs, on his knees in the back of the SUV.

Tinted windows hide your lewdness, although you're past caring as you shudder, bucking into his face.

The last year or so rolling with Dieter Bravo has taught you not to give any fucks. Your jar is empty.

"Fuck, D!" You whine, tugging him closer as he sucks harder on your clit.

He licks quick, sucks hard; teases your hole. Leaves you hanging on, wondering if he'll fuck you with his tongue again or not.

You're almost suffocating him; legs thrown over his shoulders, creasing up his silk Gucci jacket, thighs shaking around his face.

His eyes flick to you when you mewl or gasp, noting what makes you cross-eyed and frantic; he does it on repeat making you yank harder in his roots.

His hand slips off your thigh and disappears out of sight, until you feel him penetrate you with two, thick fingers. Sliding into your sopping cunt and fucking you with them, as he rises up smirking; pefectly groomed scruff now shiny and sticky in the hairs with you.

"We're going to… be late. Mmm!" You pant, as he curls those fingers upwards, finding that sweet spot.

"Fashionably," Dieter mumbles sloppily as he tongues your clit.

You grip onto the leather, anchoring yourself as the SUV makes a clumsy turn, and Dieter's other hand steadies himself on the back seat too.

"One more time for me." He encourages. The leather under you is absolutely soaked.

He sucks harder, fingers deeper up to the hilt of his ringed knuckles. It's not long before you're gushing into his mouth, wailing loudly and soaking his chin again.

Dieter smirks, wiping at his face.

You can see his suit collar is sodden; his clavicle is shiny like he's been sweating, but it's all you.

You've made a complete mess of him. Minutes later, he's helping you out of the SUV as camera flashes reflect off your dress dazzling you.

You link his arm, and he adjusts his drenched lapels. A two thousand dollar suit that has your slick all over it.

Dieter smirks at you; hair an unkempt mess, and you grin back as you both make your way towards the red carpet.

Dieter waves at the cameras languidly, and licks his lips continuously; he'll taste you on them all night.

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#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x f!reader #dieter bravo the bubble #dieter bravo x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo giflet #jett's writing #jett's pedro boys

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zoobus · 2 years

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@dtwoh2

This ended up being super long so I decided not to harass OP's replies

(this is about my opinion that Elliot the billionaire from Breaking Bad S1E5 "Grey Matter" was not a generous, kindly rich friend offering Walt a way out with no strings attached)

First, let me say this: I know most people don't notice or care about fashion but BrBa actually did put notable effort in their costume design and it's because characters like Skyler are consistently well-dressed that made this point so glaring

When she's hosting, when she goes to the office, hell even her house robes are sophisticated, put together fits - I'm not sure how she affords those sumptuous silk kimonos she's always wearing but it hammers home Skye as an appearance-minded person, a woman who knows how to dress. Even with the shit camera quality, you can tell her hot pink baby shower dress was made for her.

And yet.

Walt and Skye go to that party in complementing loud, harsh, ugly blues for what they learn is a beige party - the literal exact opposite of blue.

Now, it'd be one thing if they'd known and worn beige outfits that were shabby in comparison and Walt got in his feelings about it. Or if they'd truly "missed the memo" as Walt snarks and come in normal-wear that was out of dress code - yep could see Walt assuming it was intentional and throwing a fit.

But this poor couple attending a billionaire's party for some reason thought they should wear gaudy blue, with Skye's dress in particular highlighting exactly how cheap it is. It's almost as if they were under the impression they had to wear a color a domesticated adult would be unlikely to already own and rarely looks good on a budget, doubly so if you're 8 months pregnant. Skye would NEVER wear that shiny ass prom dress with the ruched center seam, scratchy 100% polyester raschel lace shawl, and sequined evening bag in public unless she thought it was her only choice. She never wears anything like this again, not even in the same season. The only rational explanation is someone lied to them. The more I explain this, the more I realize why most people missed it.

Now for the less special interest type reasons:

Walt asks (then later confirms) the invite said "no gifts." You might say oh, maybe Elliot was trying to spare Walt's pride but if so, why make a point of sharing it like he did? Why even invite your broke prideful friend to this kind of party, like you can't think of any other way to meet, chat, and ask if he'll work for you?

Additionally, how odd that Walt's was the only invite that didn't say this was a beige party.

Really can't downplay how hard it is to swallow they forgot to tell the Whites not to show up in clown uniforms.

Elliot's loudly showing off his gifts, with the last being an autographed Eric Clapton Stratocaster® which on the low end today is a $2000 electric guitar, but can go to the tens of thousands. Then he spots his friend's meager, teensy little thing, smaller than his hand and LITERALLY POINTS WALT OUT so everyone knows for damn sure who did this. Elliot unwraps it and does this full body sigh. Hands dropped. Your dad getting another tie for father's day type reaction. Young Good Ramen. No this is great man. You can get 10 for 1.99.

Sorry, no it WAS malicious. Listen to his voice. Feel how long he held that unpleasant silence before forcing a chuckle. Holding eye contact throughout while the crowd darts their eyes and smirks. This isn't Harry Potter - you can't emphasize how shitty something is then magically negate it like "and that's why I love it hahaha!" Elliot made it clear where he thinks Walt stands. Beneath him.

The whole party is like this, a humiliating horror show of socializing out of your social sphere. We don't even know what their relationship was like before. The implication is that Walt separated from this guy before for a reason and the reason was probably in line with what we saw today.

Elliot isn't stupid. He knows Walt. He knows Walt's character. He knows their financial disparities. He knows Walt is sick. Presumably he's well aware of Walt's pride. An intelligent and well-meaning friend doesn't accidentally combo-hit the exact weak points that caused you to drift apart in less than an hour before asking hey how would you like to literally owe me your life? How would you like the kind of debt that can't be repaid? :) You're a smart man.

If Elliot really cared about saving Walt, he wouldn't have gone about it the way he did. If, however, he wanted to antagonize and flex on Walt, make him as uncomfortable as possible, keep in his wife's good graces by offering him a job, and end the night with two possible outcomes - either he accepts and gets richer or he rejects and elliot can say "Welp honey, your former lover and ex-fiance Walter White said no for some weird reason. oh well, I tried! :)"

Idk, I guess it could be a projection but the way Elliot talked to Walt reminded me of old friends whom, in retrospect, didn't even try to hide their disdain for me. Like wow how did I miss that.

I think Gretchen had honest intentions. Her husband didn't. I don't know what his deal was exactly but I'd exhaust all other resources before accepting this dude who publicly embarrassed me as my savior, livelihood, and future employer.

#breaking bad #brba #sorry but I genuinely do not understand the popular(?) read of Elliot as a benevolent and well-meaning friend #And Walt as a selfish prideful ass projecting malicious intent upon him #I mean Walt is that but he wasn't projecting this time #niche effortposts

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spooksforfun · 2 months

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Husk Overlord AU Fic, Chapter Two

i haven't added any warnings before, but here are the ones for this chapter. I won't be writing anything explicit to do with Angel's abuse, some refrencing to it, but nothing fully written out. i will be adding warnings to all the chapters that need them. Let me know if there are any I missed.

Warnings! Abuse, forced prostitution, toxic relationships, suggestive themes

When Angel left his apartment building he found the same driver waiting for him, and he opened the door to guide Angel inside again. The tall sinner was not expecting this to become a regular thing.

Angel took the hand offered to him and duck inside the car. He was especially surprised to find Husk inside the car. He shuffled into his seat, unsure how to proceed. He nervously spoke up. “Hello, Husk, erm sir?” He couldn’t help his greeting coming out like a question. But he genuinely had no idea why the casino owner would be picking him up himself.

Husk looked him up and down. Angel was sure the cat could tell he was not well rested. How could he be, he had no idea what his new owner had in store for him. Every time he did manage to fall asleep he would be plagued by the torture Val had put him through but now Husk had been in his place. But Angel was a professional, he had worked in worse conditions.

He wasn’t sure what kind of outfit to wear so he brought a bag with him, filled with dresses with lace and thrills, sparkles, and sequins, dozens of jewellery ranging from necklaces to bracelets, and dainty chains that would wrap around his body. He barely managed to zip the bag closed, still some fabric was poking out. “I er, brought more outfits with me. Not sure what you would like best.

Husk gave him a long look before taking a drag from the cigar in his hand. Angel watched as the end went a bright red, he subconsciously held his breath, used to Val breathing blowing his toxic smoke in his face, at first he loved the feeling, it gave him such a euphoric high, making relaxed and horny, immediately climbing into the tall moth’s lap and taking him right there and then, no matter who was watching, but as time went on, the smoke began to make him feel sick and dread, knowing what was to come soon after, the pain and panic he would go through as countless of sinners would tie him up and use his body however they saw fit, while Valentino would sit and watch as his crew would film all the sexual acts he was obligated to perform. Just because of that damned piece of paper he signed. He would try to hold his breath, not wanting to be under more of Valentino’s influence but he could never hold it long enough, but instead of him clambering to touch him, angel would now curl into himself as Valentino would grab him by the upper arms and force him to sit in his lap, forced his long tongue down his throat. Angel didn’t even fight anymore, it would only heighten Valentino’s wrath.

As Angel braced himself for the inevitable puff of smoke, his eyes widened. Husk turned his head toward the open window beside him, breathing the grey smoke out of the car. His eyes turned back to Angel.

“You didn’t tell me this is where you lived.” His face was emotionless. Angel wasn’t sure what to reply with. Opting to just raise an eyebrow questioningly. “This is a shit neibourhood.” The cat continued.

Angel realised he wanted an explanation. “The rent is cheap.” Why did this guy care so much about where he lived? He had never had a problem arriving late when working for Valentino, is that what Husk was worried about?

“It’s dangerous.” The winged cat continued.

Angel was starting to get annoyed. “I can handle myself.” Who does this guy think he is? The arachnid was perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

“Right.” The two stared at each other. Eventually husk rolled his eyes, taking another drag from his cigar and again blowing the smoke out the window. “You don’t have to live here yer know?” Again their eyes met. Now it was Angel’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah? And where am I going to live?” What was the overlord’s deal? Why was he butting into my personal life? Angel wanted to ask more questions, and even though he was plenty annoyed, on the verge of getting angry really, he knew to restrain himself, he had dealt with worse than this when working for Val, but something about Husk just seemed to set him off. When the cat demon looked at him he felt as though he could see straight through him, as if he knew everything about him, every dirty thought through his depraved mind.

When the cat didn't answer Angel settled into his seat, not wanting to continue the conversation, knowing if he did he’d say something he’d regret.

Finally, Husk looked away, he signalled to the driver to start driving. It wasn’t a long ride to the casino, but it felt like it was taking forever. Angel just looked out the window, watching the buildings and sinners blur into one another, as they reached the entertainment district. Here the buildings were taller and flashier than other districts. Bright screens everywhere, showcasing ads, and celebrities.

The driver drove behind the casino, entering through a garage door that lifted at the press of a button. When the car parked Angel reached for his door handle. But that’s when Husk decided to speak again.

“You can live here if you want.”

Angel turned back to Husk so fast he thought his neck would snap. “What?”

“In the casino, many of my employee’s do. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But, think about it.” and with that Husk opened his door and climbed out of the car. Angel didn’t know what to think. Why would he offer him a room here? So many thoughts were running through his head he jumped when his door quickly opened.

And there stood Husk, standing over him. As Angel looked into his eyes he saw no malice, but could he really be trusted? Husk reached out his hand, waiting for Angel to take it. No he couldn’t trust an overlord who owned part of his soul. That must be it, he only gets to tell Angel what to do when he is working. If he lives at the casino, he is always working. Husk must just be trying to trick him, pull him in by being sweet and then turn on him the first chance he gets. Just like Valentino.

But Angel knew better now, he was no longer the naive, new sinner on the block. He would not allow Husk to own him more than he already does. He put on a smile, finally he knew what part to play, he would pretend, like he always does, like he always had to.

He takes the hand offered to him and gets out of the car. He walks past the cat before turning his head back to him, a smile still on his face. “Thanks, Whiskers,” he said with a wink. Then he turned back around and walked inside the casino, not waiting long enough to see the eyebrow raise from Husk.

His day started by being shown around the employee areas of the casino, it was still early in the afternoon so it wasn’t open to the public yet. Husk had tasked one of his other employees to show him around, some young wasp looking sinner.

He was shown to the kitchens, employee break room, the area behind a large stage which he was told is where they had performers of many different talents, some singers, dancers, comedians, some magicians which the sinner mentioned were some of the boss’s favourite acts.

Then he was taken to a long corridor with dark walls and many doors, he was told they were the dressing rooms for the acts. He walked to one particular door, he saw his name at the top.

“This will be your dressing room.” The sinner took out a key and opened the door for him.

Angel walked into the room, looking around. There was a dressing table with a large lit up mirror. A rack for him to hang his clothes. And against the back wall was a pink chaise lounge, a small brown coffee table beside it.

He turned back to the shorter sinner who stood at the door, a seductive smile now on his face. “Is this where you’ll prick me with your stinger, handsome?” With every word he walked closer to the wasp. Who now was blushing madly. He reached him, picking up his tie and pulled him closer to his soft chest.

The sinner smiled nervously back at Angel, as he was about to respond a door at the end of the hallway opened suddenly and there was the boss man himself.

“You best keep your hands to yourself, Angel dust.” The man growled out.

“It’s alright sir, I don't mind.”

The two sinners had stepped out of the room, now standing in the hallway with their boss.

“Whatever fucked up shit you two get up to is none of my business, just do it in your own time.” Angel crossed his arms. “Angel, my office, now!” Husk turned back to the room he just came from. The wasp quickly closed the door to Angel’s room and locked it. Before he left he handed him the keys to the room. With a flirty see you later the sinner was gone.

Angel turned back to the door at the end of the hallway. The office door was still open. He made his way into the room.

The office was painted a warm dark brown. There was a bookcase filled with books he couldn’t be bothered to read the titles of. Sculptures and awards were sitting between the books. In the middle of the room was an expensive looking desk, a plush dark red chair was behind it. Some smaller chairs in front. To the side there was a window overlooking the casino, where he found Husk standing, at a small bar, pouring what looked like whisky into two glasses.

He grabbed the two drinks and walked to the desk, signalling for Angel to sit in one of the smaller chairs. He did so after closing the office door.

Husk sat in the plush chair and he handed Angel one of the glasses. Angel took the drink with a smile. “Thank you Whiskers.” he held back the laugh when Husk wrinkled his nose at the nickname.

“So your job here is to entertain, and make sure the guests feel happy. The happier they are, the more they spend. And like I said before, if you want a break, Tim showed you where your dressing room is.” The overlord took a swig of his drink. Angel took a sip of his. Keep the guests playing and spending money, he can do that.

“You can keep your tips, and you get paid at the end of the month. You got any issues, bring them to me. Don’t matter what it is, I'll deal with it. Got it?” Husk drank the rest of his drink.

Angel gave him a flirty smile, nodding his head. Husk gave him a stern look. “And no flirting with my employee’s on the clock.”

The spider rolled his eyes playfully, “Fine, I guess I’ll rock the little wasp’s world another time.” Husk gave out an exasperated huff before dismissing Angel to his dressing room, telling him that his first performance was tonight and to get himself ready, and to not choose a song that’s too vulgar.

Angel was now standing at the open door, he wiggled his hips at the overlord. “Well you're no fun.” He practically giggled as the cat waved him off. He made his way back into his dressing room, the bag he had left in the car was now on the seat of the dressing table. He began to hang his dresses on the rack, looking through the drawers in his dressing table he found a steamer.

He decided on an off the shoulder fitted black dress. It had a sweetheart neckline which sparkled in the light of his mirror. He made sure to steam out any wrinkles. It had a high split at the thigh before reaching the floor. Once the dress was ready, he undressign from his day clothes and slipped into the soft velvet dress. The sleeves sat comfortably at the elbows of his top arms, he slipped on some sheer black gloves with black embroidered vines which reached his sleeves. He put on another pair of sheer gloves on his second set of arms, these ones were grey with a slight silver shine to them. Around his neck he put a dainty silver chain which sloped down his chest, the chain sat at his waist, where it split and went around his body in a loop, hanging just above his ass.

He sat at the dressing table and began to do his makeup. He settled with a simple look of black and silver eyeshadow, and a dark wine lip. He looked at himself in the mirror. And no one could deny how good he looked. While admiring himself there was a knock at the door.

Tim, the wasp from before, poked his head in when Angel called out for him to come in. “The stage is ready for you Angel.” Angel stood and walked over to the door, he stood over the wasp, one hand leaning on the door, “Thanks handsome.” He winked and made his way backstage. A deep blush was settled on Tim’s cheeks.

He checked through the list of songs the musicians prepared, quickly learning the words. Some announcer was on stage, greeting the guests sitting at the tables and announcing the famous Angel Dust.

The crowd went wild with the news that the most famous pornstar in the pride ring was singing tonight. The curtain lifts and there is Angel Dust, with a microphone stand in his hands and the show begins.

Angel had never had a hard time being in the spotlight. He loved how all eyes were on him, and as he sensually shifted his hand up and down the mic stand, he could see several guests adjusting in their seats. He disconnected the mic from the stand and began to move across the stage, making sure to get a good look at everyone, he wanted to find the biggest spender, and bingo got him. He sat close to the stage, drink after drink was brought to him as he sang.

Angel made sure to make eye contact with the sinner, sensually rubbing his hands up and down the microphone. He paid attention to the other guests too, but especially the big spender.

He wore some flashy, purple suit that complimented his dark skin. While being surrounded by numerous wait staff, constantly giving him new drinks. The sinner didn't even pay attention to them, his eyes were only on Angel.

As the night wore on, Angel had just finished his last song, bidding farewell to the disappointed audience, he left the stage as the next act was presented. He made his way to the bar where he met one of the big spender’s waiters, he grabbed the drink from them, stating he would bring it to the guest himself. He made sure he was presentable before he walked towards the tables.

When he got to the sinner, who was now standing, waiting for his drink. “Leaving so soon handsome?” The sinner turned to Angel, his eyes wide for a second, surprised but he quickly got over it.

“Angel Dust, a pleasure to meet you.” Closer Angel could see that the sinner had the appearance of a shark. He stuck out his hand to the spider, who gently placed his hand in the much bigger one. “I was just going to check out the craps table, if you’d like to join me?” The shark smiled, big, pointy teeth.

Angel gave him a smile, handing his drink over to the man, while curling his arm around the shark’s other arm and they both walked to the game area.

Up above all the guests in the casino, Husk stood in his office, watching through the big glass window. It was hard to miss Angel, amidst all the other guests, the spider refused to not make himself a spectacle, wanting the attention of everyone around him.

Husk watched him cosy himself up to the bigger sinner, stroking the shark’s ego into betting more and more money, whenever he won angel would praise the sinner, and if he lost, he pressed his soft chest against the shark’s chest, making sure that the sinner would not get angry about the loss of his money.

Husk smiled, his plan was clearly working. With Angel in his employment, he was sure that the casino would see a skyrocket increase financially. He poured himself a drink and finally left the window, he had watched all of Angel’s set, making sure he was doing well. He walked to his desk to continue his paperwork.

As the night wore on, The shark got more drunk and spent more and more money, not even caring anymore when he lost, too engrossed in the spider in his arm. He got friskier, lay his hand on Angel’s ass. Angel laughed it off to the table dealer who seemed to have noticed the guest’s wandering hands, but Angel just waved them off, silently telling them to continue with the game. He wasn’t sure the Shark even knew what game he was playing anymore, and Angel has dealt with much worse than a drunk, horny sinner before.

By the end of the night and his shift, Angel was practically dragging the sinner to the lift, to take them up to the sinner’s room. Angel got the man to stand up on his own, and he looked up at the large window way on the top floor of the casino, he could faintly see Husk moving about, talking with someone in his office.

His attention was taken by the sinner beside him, who had grabbed onto his chin, leaning down for a deep kiss. Husk looked out to the casino floor once more, catching Angel in the lift, deeply kissing the bigger sinner. Just as the doors closed.

Now that they were alone the sinner got much rougher. His claws dig into Angel’s fur, eliciting a gasp from him, which the sinner immediately took as permission to shove his tongue in his mouth. He was pushed into the wall behind him, hitting his head in the process, but the sinner didn’t seem to notice, now piercing his sharp teeth into Angel’s slender neck.

The moment the doors were open once more, the shark grabbed onto one of Angel’s arms, dragging him into his room and closing the door, trapping Angle against it.

Angel looked up into the dark emotionless eyes of the sinner standing above him. He had done this many times before this, why was he so shaken this time. Maybe it was the lack of a filming crew, maybe knowing that he was truly alone with this man was finally settling in his mind.

But he couldn’t change his mind now. He threw himself into the shark’s arms. Wide grin on his face as they stumbled into the large bed. After all, he’s got to keep the guests happy.

#hazbin hotel husker #husker #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #angel dust #angelhusk #hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust

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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Coffee Date

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Spending time with Bucky outside of The Compound.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cursing, argument with parents, super feels, Y/N.

Word Count: 3k

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Sitting on the couch anxiously waiting for Bucky to get ready, you realize you're in the same spot that he held you just a few hours ago. You smile at the thought, taking your pointer finger and tracing a circle slowly on the sofa. The bedroom door opens, and there stands Mr. Barnes, looking more dashing than usual. He's not wearing all black. For once. Instead he has a grey shirt on with an opened black jacket complimented by dark blue jeans and of course, black gloves. In that moment you feel self conscious, looking down at the too big clothes that you slept in.

"Stop." He says, almost as if he can read your mind.

"Was telepathy a part of your training or just a learned skill?" You ask, smiling.

Bucky's head tilts up as he lets out a small laugh. "It's just observation, that's all." He dismisses. I wonder if that's partially due to being a super soldier. "Ready?" He asks, walking towards the door. You stand up and follow, willingly ready to follow him anywhere.

Well if I wasn't doing the walk of shame before, I am now. Until this moment it didn't click in your head that you now had to walk through The Compound, with Bucky, the morning after a party, in his clothes. You start to dread the side glances and grins you're about to endure. Here goes nothing... Bucky takes your dress that he hung up from the night before out of the front closet, and opens the front door. You put your hands out to take the dress but he waves your hand away. "I got it." He smiles and starts walking ahead. Following in his footsteps, you snort at the image of this man, as hard as stone and literally made of metal, walking with a golden sequin dress slung over his shoulder. I wish I could take a picture of this so I could always remember.

Walking out the main entrance, you realize that you have never had any interaction with Bucky outside of The Compound. It's strange. It almost feels wrong, like keeping a secret. As you follow him to the parking garage, he bee lines for an all black classic car. Everything about him is old fashioned. As he unlocks the car, you notice that it looks strangely familiar. It's an all black, vintage impala. You shake your head and laugh. "Are we meeting up with Sam, Dean, and Castiel to hunt some demons?"

Bucky has a baffled look on his face. "Who?" He retorts. You sigh, "I'll have to make some updates to that list I made you." He lays the dress across the back seat for you as you settle into the passenger seat. Bucky then gets into the drivers seat, adjusting how close the seat is to the steering wheel. (Which isn't much considering how tall he is.) It would be so embarrassing for him to see me drive. I'm so short I practically sit on the dashboard. Why is it that I'm surprised he drives? It's normal? People have been doing it for over a hundred years and he's no exception. The car roars to life, simple and relaxing jazz music pouring out the radio. Bucky quickly looks over at you trying to read your face, waiting to see what you think of the music.

"It's nice." You say, almost as if you're now the one reading his mind. He breathes out a sigh of relief as he puts the car into drive. "So, Y/N, where am I going?"

"You'll take the interstate South to exit 41. I'll explain more once we get closer." You smile in response to his nod.

The car ride is pretty quiet except for the soft music and the wind blowing through the open windows. Putting your hand out the window, you keep your fingers together, making a small airplane motion; moving your hand up, then down, just to repeat it again and again. The breeze blows into the sleeve of the henley you're wearing, giving you a small chill to bring your arm back into the car.

You look over at Bucky, enjoying watching him do something so ordinary. Being 16 and getting your license is a newfound sense of freedom. I expect for Bucky, it's similar. He's always being monitored and tracked. His every move is under a microscope. He notices, looking over at you. "What?" He says.

"Nothing. I was just thinking... aside from the music like this-" You gesture towards the radio, "That you grew up with, do you like anything that's more modern?" You ask curiously.

Bucky makes a disgusted look. "I don't care for it much. It's too noisy and I don't understand half of what they're saying." You shrug, "I'm not sure anyone does." You let out a small laugh. "How about we have you listen through the decades? I promise we'll figure out something that you'll like."

"That sounds nice." He says in agreement. And then it dawns on you; Maybe no one has ever taken the time to try and acclimate him to our world. Everyone has always just seen him as dangerous, unhinged, and untrustworthy. In this moment, you decide to commit to this, to him. Maybe this is just what he's needed all along. It sounds so simple and yet it was completely overlooked.

Before too long, the car is on a long dirt driveway, making it's way to your house. Bucky parks the car to the side to not block the front. It looks like my parents aren't home. He turns the car off but stays seated and doesn't say a word. "Um. Would you like to come in?" You ask, curiously. You're not used to a man who is patient and let's you take you're own time. It's true what they say, they just don't make them like they used to anymore. "Yeah, I would."

You fumble with your keys feeling suddenly frenzied that Bucky is not only with you on free time, but that he's walking into your house. Placing the clutch and keys on the table you turn to face him, nervous to look him in the eyes. "Well...this is home. No fancy clearance to get in here." You laugh, nervously. He smiles, looking around. "It's..." Strange? Weird? We have horrible taste in home décor? Cluttered compared to his strangely hygienic apartment? You didn't even realize you were holding your breath waiting for his answer. "Nice. Warm.." Warm? Like it's hot in here? Or has a pleasant atmosphere?

Clearing your throat, you intertwine your hands in front of you. "Make yourself at home. I just need like, fifteen minutes. Nothings off limits!" You smile but quickly scurry into the bathroom. Closing the door behind you, taking deep breaths with your back pressed against it. Why are you so nervous? Determined, you walk to the sink and look in the mirror. That's when you realized what you've actually looked like this entire morning. Smudged make up, tangled hair, eyes still puffy from the crying just few hours prior. Staring at yourself, your jaw drops. The pure mess that stood before you. I've looked like this all morning? Stubbornly, you make a commitment to not make this your look.

After taking a record breaking fast shower, which included washing your face and hair, you run out to quickly get dressed. Since you don't have as much time as you would like, you settle for a pair of light high waisted jeans with an off the shoulder dusty rose floral shirt. You're slipping into white flats in front of the mirror where your fluffing you long, damp wet hair; Praying that the humidity gods will have mercy on you since there isn't much time. Mascara and lipstick is what you settle for when suddenly you hear voices. Voices? As in multiple?! Fuck.

You quickly open the door to find, not only Bucky, but your parents sitting on opposite sofas having a conversation. Everyone turns to look at you standing there awkwardly. "Hey..." You say nervously. Bucky stands up immediately, always the gentleman. "Hi, honey!" Mom says cheerfully from the couch. "We were just talking with your friend, James." She smiles brightly. "Apparently he knew Grandpa! They escaped Germany together during World War II! What a coincidence!" Bucky gives a half cocked smile in agreement.

Dad doesn't say anything, he just sits and continues to observe the room. More like supervising Bucky. "Wow, I had no idea." You say, bewildered.

"I saw your fathers display of awards and such. We just struck up a conversation about his time in the military." He says, well mannered.

"Yeah, it's definitely interesting." Dad finally speaks. Your attention unintentionally looks at Dads decorated wall. Awards, ribbons, pins, patches, pictures, and a flag. Luke's flag. You exchange a look with your father, the warning look.

"Well..." You start, trying to change the subject. "We were just going to grab some coffee. I'll be back later." You say pleasantly, trying to break the tension in the room. Mom and dad stand up, walking over to hug you goodbye. Dad leans in close, close enough to whisper something only you are meant to hear. Although, Bucky can probably hear it anyway. "Be careful." He says cautiously. Pulling back, he grips both of your shoulders and looks into your eyes. Mom walks over to Bucky, "It was nice meeting you, James! I hope we see you again soon." She says, charming as always. "Thank you." Bucky says with a smile. He takes a few steps forward towards your father, extending his gloved right hand. "Sir." He says respectfully. Dad hesitates for a moment but reluctantly reaches his hand out, shaking his hand sternly. "James."

"Bye, guys! Love you!" It comes out just a little too quick. Walking towards the door you hear Bucky's footsteps behind you. A sigh of relief escapes from your mouth once you're outside. Being too afraid to make eye contact, you stare at the ground walking back to the car. Getting in, putting the seatbelt on, and sitting in silence. Bucky does the same.

"I'm sorry about that..." You murmur, still staring down at the floor.

"Hey..." He starts. "It's okay. I'm used to that sort of response from people by now." Bucky says, trying to make you feel better, but there was a sorrowful undertone in his voice. He's trying to comfort me? Maybe he should have my job instead. Aside from The Compound, I've never seen any sort of interaction between Bucky and other people. Is this why he never goes out unless it's for a mission? But why here? Why now?

"Well, I'm not most people." You respond, looking over your shoulder slightly at him. "You can't scare me off that easily." He gives a small smile in return, but searching your face at the same time. He's looking to see if there is any untruth in what you're saying. There's been multiple promises made to Bucky that were never kept.

Bucky is sitting across the small cafe table from you with furrowed brows, looking at your drink. “That doesn’t look like coffee.” He says observantly. You let out a small laugh in return. “It’s called a latte. Coffee has come a long way from just adding milk and sugar.” Gesturing towards his generic drink. “It’s okay. It’s what I would expect my grandfather to drink.” You add, snickering. His eyes widen in surprise.

“Wow! So that’s how it’s going to be? This generation has no respect for its elders.” Together you laugh. It’s clear that he hasn’t had much interaction with the outside world. His life had been revolved around Hydra, reconstructing his mind, and making amends to right the wrongs that he had done. Aside from Natasha, Bucky hasn’t had much experience with women. Especially ones that could be sarcastic and rambunctious.

“Is it weird?” You ask, curiously. “Hmm?” He asks questioningly in response as he drinks his coffee. “Well, for everyone else, our world and technology gradually changed over the decades. I would imagine it was a bit of a culture shock for you.” You say, sympathetically. Bucky cups both of his hands around the mug, thinking intensely as he as he watches the small amount of steam float upward from the hot beverage.

“The advancements are amazing to see. I never thought I would have seen as much as I have in my lifetime. But-“ He stops, choosing his words carefully. “I grew up with values that seem to have gotten lost with time.”

“Like women only belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?” You challenge.

“No.” Bucky says sternly and very visibly annoyed. “I believe everyone should have the free will to choose what they want out of life.” He says with a bite of truthful experience. “As I was saying…” He shoots a dominant stare that says 'Don't interrupt me again.' "Growing up, family was the center of everything. It was an honor to start a new life and create a household of your own. But-" Bucky shakes his head disapprovingly. "Family and marriage doesn't seem to be sacred anymore. It's just something I always thought I would have one day and..." He looks down at the coffee, eyes filled with remorse. "And I never will."

"Never say never, Bucky." You reach across the table with your right hand to touch his, but he quickly pulls back. "Please..." He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. "You can't trust me. I don't even trust myself." Leaning in, he says softly. "I don't want to hurt you."

He really hasn't learned to have confidence in himself. We can work on that. Bringing your hands down into your lap, you nod empathetically. "I understand. " Nodding in agreement. The air suddenly felt as though it became heavy, making it difficult to breathe. You two finish your coffee in mostly silence except for the pleasant exchanges about the weather, the cute dog walking passed the café with it's owner, and of course, the mundane question of, 'So, how are you liking the new job?'.

You both politely say 'thank you' to the workers on your way out of the café. Bucky making sure he's at least two steps ahead to open and hold the door for you. "Thanks." You say, timidly. He opens his mouth to respond when something behind him catches your attention. You grin and eyes go wide. "We put it out into the universe, and it answered!"

Confused, Bucky turns around to see what you're talking about. A record store. You ballet sashay to the next building down, twirling around to face Bucky again. "Come on!!" You wave your hands for him to follow. He hesitantly obliges, standing with you in front of the store.

"I don't know..." Bucky says unsure as he looks through the window.

"Pleeease?" You look up at him with pouty lips and begging eyes.

"Fine." He says, giving in. You jump and down in excitement.

"But it's because I want to! Not because of the puppy dog eyes. "He smiles as you skip into the store.

You go your separate ways, you with a mission to find the important music that everyone should know, and him to look busy to amuse you. Picking through records of each genre, you look up every once in a while to see Bucky staring.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a staring problem?" You ask playfully. He smiles, "Eh. Maybe once or twice." You both let out a small laugh.

"Ok so...Here's what I've picked." You say as you hand a stack of vinyl records to Bucky. He starts thumbing through each one, "Queen, The Beatles, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, Marvin Gaye...These sound intense." He let's out a nervous laugh.

"We'll start with these. I'm guessing you might like more classic rock but I guess we will see!"

Bucky drops you back off at home to get the interrogation questions from your parents.

"What are you thinking?!" Dad says frustrated.

"What do you mean?"

"Not only is the Winter Soldier your case, but you two are friends going out for coffee?!"

"Dad I-...I don't see what's wrong here?" You say, but know deep down what he's about to say next.

"What's wrong here is that my daughter is spending all day, everyday, with the most deadliest assassin in history!"

You take a deep breath, knowing that this conversation would happen eventually. "Dad, I-...I want to help him."

Mom is standing off to the side, fingers up to her mouth swaying gently back and forth restlessly. "Honey, she's not doing anything wrong here-"

He cuts her off. "It does not matter!" He shouts back. "We've already lost one child to war, I refuse to lose another one to some super solider who may lose his temper!"

"Dad, It-It's not like that. I'm being safe, cautious. There are many protocols at The Compound to ensure safety!"

"But they don't extend to outside of The Compound." Dad sighs, trying to calm down. "I just don't want anything to happen to you." He takes a deeper breath this time. "I saw the way you look at him..."

"What?" You respond, shocked and wide eyed.

"Honey,...he's right." Mom chimes in. "Even if you don't realize it yet, you have a soft spot for James."

"I'm not doing this." You throw your hands up and storm into your room, shutting the door just a little too hard behind you. Letting out a deep breath through your teeth, you hear a faint *Ding* from your phone.

It's lit up on the bed with a text notification.

Bucky: You were right. Thanks for today, Y/N.

Seeing his name on your phone makes your heart skip a beat. And this is the moment that you realize that your parents are right.

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stardust-swan · 10 months

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How to Be a Real Life Mermaid 🌊🧜‍♀️🐚

The Look

🐚 Wear sea foam green, aquamarine, teal, ocean blue, soft grey, lilac, periwinkle, emerald, pale gold, white, deep blue, and turquoise

🐚 Pick flowy fabrics such as taffeta, chiffon, linen, silk, muslin, and sequined fabrics that resemble fish scales

🐚 Choose garments like maxi dresses, flowy skirts, bandeau off-the-shoulder tops, tank tops, soft scarves used as tops, shell clutches, woven bags, and pretty beaded sandals

🐚 Accessorise with jewellery made from pearls, sea glass, seashells, turquoise, aquamarine, opals, gold that resembles the sun glinting on the sea, and silver that reminds one of the metallic sheen of fish scales. Examples of accessories you can wear are bangles, anklets, layered necklaces, and pearl earrings

🐚 Makeup Ideas: eyeshadow in nudes like a sandy beach, greens and blues like the sea, or lavender and pink like a coral reef, shimmery highlight, dewy skin, coral pink lipstick, and seashell pink lipgloss

🐚 Hair Ideas: loose curls that look like ocean waves, fishtail plaits, green and blue hair dye, pearl hairclips, and sea salt hairspray. Brush your hair with a pretty wide-tooth comb.

The Lifestyle

🐚 Listen to songs such as Martha's Harbour by All About Eve, No Ordinary Love by Sade, Come Into the Water by Mitski, Pearl Diver by Mitski, Mariners Apartment Complex by Lana Del Rey, and Call of the Sea by Claudie Mackula (a longer mermaid playlist is here).

🐚 You can also listen to the sounds of the ocean, like whale song or waves crashing on the beach

🐚 Watch movies and TV shows such as Aquamarine, Splash, The Little Mermaid, H20: Just Add Water, Mr Peabody and the Mermaid, Miranda (1948), Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi, Ponyo, Barbie in a Mermaid Tale, Barbie: The Pearl Princess, Neptune's Daughter (1914), A Daughter of the Gods (1916), Queen of the Sea (1918), Venus of the South Seas (1924), and Magic Island (1995)

🐚 Read books, fairytales, and poems such as The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, The Mermaid Handbook by Carolyn Turgeon, Mermaids: The Myths, Legends, and Lore by Skye Alexander, A Daughter of the Sea by Amy Le Feuvre, Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, The Mermaid by Alfred Lord Tennyson, and The Sea-Child by Katherine Mansfield

🐚 Mermaids are renowned for their beautiful siren song, so sing sweetly and brightly as often as you feel like it

🐚 Make your self smell like the ocean by using a deodorant like Old Spice Deep Sea, and perfumes like L by Lolita Lempicka, Acqua di Gioia, Salt Air by Skylar, Fleur de Corail by Lolita Lempicka, Seahorse by Zoologist, Nymphéas by Kismet Olfactive, Salina by Laborattorio Olfattivo, Alien Mirage by Mugler, Very Sexy Sea by Victoria's Secret, 20,000 Flowers Under the Sea by Tokyomilk, Nebbia Spessa by Filippo Sorcinelli, Tiziana Terenzi's Sea Stars Collection, Chant d'Extase by Nina Ricci, Sirena by Floris, Squid by Zoologist, and Orto Parisi Megamare (be aware that the latter two suit a dark siren who lures men to their deaths more than a sweet mermaid princess).

🐚 Make your home smell like the deep sea too, with sea salt scented diffusers and candles such as Yankee Candle Sea Minerals, Yankee Candle Seaside Woods, or Jo Malone Wood Sage and Sea Salt

🐚 Home Decor Ideas: silk sheets in blue, grey, and sea green, seashell jewellery trays, homemade terrariums, jellyfish embroidery, seashell candles, beaded curtains made from string and shells, paintings of maritime scenes, glass vases filled with layers of sand, seashells, and faux pearls, seashell shaped soap dishes, rattan furniture, woven baskets, treasure chests to keep your valuables in, mermaid figurines, a seashell or jellyfish mobile, a bowl filled with seashells, a glass bottle filled with ocean water or with a love letter inside to replicate a message in a bottle, mosaics with marine motifs like seahorses and shells, even an aquarium with colourful fish if you are able to care for them

🐚 Spend lots of time around near bodies of water, swimming in it to connect with your inner mermaid, or just walking in it and feeling the sand beneath your feet

🐚 Collect seashells and pretty pieces of sea glass thar wash up on the shore

🐚 Watch synchronised swimming, or even learn it yourself

🐚 Go diving, snorkeling, or mermaiding

🐚 Visit aquariums to see beautiful exotic fish and learn more about the ocean

🐚 Do your best to be sustainable; make the world a cleaner place for your fishy friends to live in. If possible, attend a beach clean-up group local to your area to help pick up litter

🐚 Carry a haircomb and hand mirror with you at all times (you can hotglue seashells and faux pearls on the back of the mirror to make it even more like a mermaid's treasure)

🐚 Watch documentaries and read books on the ocean, marine life, and nautical myths and legends

🐚 Enjoy snacking on seaweed soup, coconut water, and Guylian seashell chocolates

🐚 Take luxurious baths with dead sea salt, seaweed masks, small white bath bombs that resemble pearls, a coconut scented candle, and calming music

#mermaidcore #life aesthetic #mermaid aesthetic #femininity #hyperfeminine #hyperfemininity #that girl #that girl aesthetic #princesscore #royalcore #elegantcore #fairycore #cottage #oceancore

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missfishersmurderpolls · 6 months

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Phryne fashion tournament: looks one to eight

All credit for research on these wonderful costumes goes to @phrynefishersfrocks.

All caps from here.

Looks nine to sixteen available here.

1. Gold sequin gown (Framed for Murder)

[Image ID 1: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up wearing a gold sequined dress in her home. The dress has a wide neck with diamond ornementation. She has accessorised with a gold headpiece in a leaf design and dangly gold earrings. She holds a drink with an orange slice in her left hand. /End ID]

[Image ID 2: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from behind talking to some smartly dressed men in her parlour. Her gold sequin dress has a low, scooped back and her upper back is highlighted by three delicate gold chains strung across it. /End ID]

Our first look of the tournament is Phryne's gold sequin dress from Framed For Murder's dinner party scenes. It has a wide neckline, the low back scoop accented by three gold across her bare upper back.

2. Duster with hat and red patterned scarf (Death on the Vine)

[Image ID 3: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phrne is shown from the knees up standing in front of a horse and cart. She wears a cream duster, matching white hat, red blouse, brown skirt and a red scarf with an autumnal floral pattern. /End ID]

[Image ID 4: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Wider shot from the same scene as the previous image. Phryne's brown aviator boots are now also visible. /End ID]

Phryne's classic duster car coat and matching hat make an appearance in look number two. From Death on the Vine, they're matched with a red, autumnal patterned scarf and her aviator boots.

3. B&E beret and grey tweed coat (Dead Air)

[Image ID 5: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is in an old-fashioned radio studio, wearing a grey tweed coat with white panels, a black blouse, black gloves and a black beret. She has a black and white brooch on the coat lapel. /End ID]

[Image ID 6: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. A close up of Phryne wearing the same grey tweed coat and black beret from the previous image. /End ID]

Our third look is from the climax of Dead Air - Phryne's grey tweed coat with white panels worn over an all-black look and paired with her break and enter beret. It's a classic look, the beret and the coat appearing together previously in Raisins and Almonds. This time she's accessorised with a black and white brooch.

4. Green waltz dress (Death at the Grand)

[Image ID 7: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne stands inside an open doorway, buildings across the street out of focus through the doorway behind her. She wears a green dress and matching shawl. /End ID]

[Image ID 8: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne and Jack waltz in an empty ballroom. He wears a blue suit and brown shoes. She wears a the same green dress as in the previous image. Also clear from this angle are her gold shoes and headpiece. /End ID]

Look number four is Phryne's beautifully cut dress from the waltz scene in season three's Death at the Grand. The sutble pattern on the fabric is offset by simple details like the cord at the neckline and the clasp at the hip. She has a matching shawl but discards this to get down to risky business.

5. Sequin swing coat with black fur trim and B&E beret (Murder a la Mode)

[Image ID 9: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne stands examining an old fashioned camera. She wears a black beret, a black coat with a green and pink sequin pattern and black fur trim and black gloves. /End ID]

[Image ID 10: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up in front of a beige wall, wearing the same coat and beret as in the previous image. /End ID]

For look five, Phryne wears this wonderful sequined coat with a flower pattern and black fur trim. Seen when investigating at the House of Fleuri, she's paired it a black camisole and the ever reliable break & enter beret.

6. Silver patterned dressing gown (various episodes)

[Image ID 11: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne sits on bed beside Dot looking at a photograph held up in her hand. She wears a silver kimono with black pattern. /End ID]

[Image ID 12: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from behind sat on her bed wearing her silver and black kimono while kissing Lin Chung. /End ID]

Look number six is Phryne's silver kimono, the first but not last of her lovely robes to feature in our tournament. This one appears in several episodes, starting with season one's The Green Mill Murder. The silvery white fabric has a black floral pattern. The deep v neck at the back is accented by amber crystals.

7. Lilac damask dress and gold shawl (Queen of the Flowers)

[Image ID 13: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown from the waist up standing outside. Tree leaves and a window are out of focus in the background. Phryne wears a lilac dress with a low neck and metallic pattern, accessorised with a gold shawl, gold bracelet and gold leaf design headpiece. /End ID]

[Image ID 14: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is shown full length from behind in an open doorway. She wears an ankle lenght lilac dress with a flared hem, a gold shawl, gold heels, and carries a gold handbag. /End ID]

Phryne's lovely gold and lilac look from the end of Queen of the Flowers is look number seven. Her long shawl is complemented by gold accessories.

8. Santa ski look (Murder Under the Mistletoe)

[Image ID 15: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. Phryne is outside in a snowy landscape with a house and trees in the background. She wears a red coat with fluffy white trim at the collar, base and cuffs; a white scarf; a fluffy white hat; and red gloves. She is pointing at something offscreen. /End ID]

[Image ID 16: Screencap from Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. A closer angle shot showing Phryne outside in a snowy landscape with trees in the background. She wears the same outfit as in the previous picture, less the scarf. /End ID]

Look eight is Phryne's santa-esque outdoor wear from Murder Under the Mistletoe. An abundance of white fur, even with a matching hipflask bag. What's not to love?

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmm polls #mfmm phryne fashion tournament

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misspoetree · 8 months

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It's back: The Great KinnPorsche Fashion Showdown (still nobody asked for)

A few weeks months ago, I made a poll about the best dressed KinnPorsche character. Tankhun won that one, followed by Vegas and Tay. Legitimate results - but the tags had some really interesting arguments for a bunch of different contenders. So why don't we take a closer look? Why don't we go through all the characters and their outfits one by one, choose the best one for each of them and repeat the initial poll at the end?

Sooo...that's what we're doing again, after quite a bit of hiatus (sorry 😅)!

Tay - (CLOSED) - WINNER: PIRATE (AT THE HOSPITAL) 🎉🎉🎉

Tankhun - FINAL CONTENDERS (CLOSED) - WINNER: THE CAPE 🎉🎉🎉

Vegas - FINAL CONTENDERS (CLOSED) - WINNER: THE WITCHY SHIRT*TM 🎉🎉🎉

Kim - FINAL CONTENDERS (CLOSED) WINNER: BLACK TANK TOP (OF DEATH) 🎉🎉🎉

Porsche - FINAL CONTENDERS (CLOSED) WINNER: BLACK TITS OUT SHIRT 🎉🎉🎉

For easy excess, I'm going to update this (pinned) post with all the links to the polls (as I gradually post them).

LET'S GET VOTING! 🎉

#oh man that was another thing I did besides memes right 😅#so I have another gift for you I guess 😌#(starting off easily with a lovely character we can finish in one poll since Kinn will need...4 😅)#as always I'm going to tag all of these polls with my 'the great kinnporsche fashion showdown' tag #feel free to filter that one if you're not interested 😊#so without further ado #happy voting everyone! 🎊#kinnporsche the series #the great kinnporsche fashion showdown #kinnporsche polls #kinnporsche fashion #kinnporsche outfits #kinnporsche costumes #kinnporsche yok #in the queue you go

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freddiemercurylegendabovelegends · 6 months

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Today, on November 2nd, 1974 - Freddie Mercury interview

NEW MUSICAL EXPRESS

by Julie Webb relentlessly probes the cut and contour of Queen's Lead Trouser

The contents of Freddie Mercury`s pants are his alone. They belong to him and to no-one else.

Funny how times change. Seems like only yesterday that people were taking the mickey out of Queen. Of course, there were some who reckoned they had a genuine talent which would come to the fore, but for many they were merely a flash in the pan.

Two hit albums and two hit singles later, the band can afford a smirk at the expense of their journalistic detractors. This week Queen began their second major tour of Britain. Last time round they were just breaking “Seven Seas Of Rhye” – this time the new album “Sheer Heart Attack” will be featured, but strangely enough not their new single “Killer Queen,” since lead singer Freddie Mercury deems it “not necessary to add to what we are going to do on stage.”

It was Mercury, you may remember, who was so sublimey confident about the band`s chances of success – and he hasn`t changed. “Queen II” may have gone silver, but he reckons “it`ll go platinum” before long. Four months ago, you might have sneered – now it`s about time you listened.

The turning point for the band is really the new single. “A double A side, though no one seems to realise it because they keep playing `Killer Queen`,” interjects Mercury. It`s a turning point in that it sounds nothing like the noisy heavy metal sound to which we are accustomed from Queen, thus justifying their earlier claim of `versatility.` It`s more of a mixture of Beach Boys, early Beatles and 1920`s music-hall. Quaite naice, actually.

Says Mercury: “People are used to hard rock, energy music from Queen, yet with this single you almost expect Noel Coward to sing it. It`s one of those bowler hat, black suspender belt numbers – not that Noel Coward would wear that.”

And you?

“Oh no dear, just a nice little black number.”

It is apparent that success (in any shape or form) has not altered Mercury, who still insists on using the suffix “dear” at the end of many of his sentences. He is also still very much hung up on maintaining the `star` image.

For a start he never carries much money round with him. It`s not that he`s poverty-stricken or even mean – just that it`s difficult to keep cash in your shoes. A star to the last, he wears pocketless trousers and keeps his finances close to his feet.

“I hate pockets in trousers,” he stresses. “By the way, I do not wear a hose. My hose is my own. No coke bottle, nothing stuffed down there.”

Of course, Freddie.

However, sticking rigidly to the star image has its drawbacks. Satin trousers aren`t that durable (“I split a pair last week”) and velvet and sequins have a nasty habit of dulling in the rain. Still, they create the desired effect of getting people to stare. Mercury still adores the stares, of course – he`s insisted all along he`s a star and thinks he should dress accordingly. But for all the high camp, he`s got some grey matter in that head of his.

It was, after all, Mercury who wrote six of the thirteen cuts on the new album and being artistically inclined it was he who provided the idea for the album sleeve.

“God, the agony we went through to have the pictures taken, dear. Can you imagine trying to convince the others to cover themselves in Vaseline and then have a hose of water turned on them?”

Sheer agony, Freddie. The end result is four members of the band looking decidely unregal, tanned and healthy, and as drenched as if they`ve been sweating for a week.

“Everyone was expecting some sort of cover. A Queen III cover really, but this is completely new. It`s not that we`re changing altogether – it`s just a phase we are going through.”

But won`t Queen devotees be a trifle worried by this new image?

“They will love it. We`re still as poncy as ever. We`re still the dandies we started out to be. We`re just showing people we`re not merely a load of poofs, that we are capable of other things.”

The album, as detailed above, boasts 13 tracks – most of them a mere three minutes in length.

“Not a collection of singles, dear – although we might draw another one off later for a single. I`m not absolutely sure about that, though. No, not all the numbers last for ages. There were just so many songs we wanted to do. And it makes a change to have short numbers. It`s so varied that we were able to go to extremes. I only had about two weeks to write my songs so we`ve been working (expletive deleted) hard.”

(➡️ Read on https://geirmykl.wordpress.com/2015/01/10/article-about-queen-from-new-musical-express-november-2-1974/)

#new musical express #interview nme 1974 #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #freddie mercury interview 1974

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weer02 · 7 months

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Here's some of Max's outfits in chapters of my fic "Ambivalence":

I haven't drawn in ages (in 2 years to be exact) and kinda gave up on it, but lately as I saw so many amazing artworks here, I got inspired to draw something myself!

Fanfic outfits seemed like a perfect warm-up, I chose Max first cause she's ✨the main character✨, but what she was wearing was described the most (I also added her outfit from chap20 which I'm working on rn).

I forgot how much fun drawing was... and I might do more of this.

Here's single pics for more detail:

and fanfic excerpts describing the outfits if anyone cares:

CHAPTER 4: "[...]She pulled on a long-sleeved shirt with a geometric deer print and a warmer, dark grey hoodie on top of it. She went ahead with her plan and started to dress up in more layers. She ran her hands through her hair, and gave up on doing makeup, even though she knew how awful she looked after taking a look in the mirror, her dark circles under eyes even more prominent these days." CHAPTER 7: " As they were slowly pacing through the junkyard, Max could feel the icy, November wind. She was wearing all black today, black jeans, boots that she found deep in her closet, and a black coat borrowed from Chloe"

CHAPTER 15: "[...]She dressed up — her outfit was a white buttoned up shirt with a navy-blue skirt that went down to her knee. She looked down at herself and was so uncomfortable, it all felt too tight and too formal for her, reminded her of some kind school uniform she would hate to wear. She also took the oversized black coat borrowed from Chloe, just to have something over the top and not feel cold. [...] she couldn't bear looking at herself, she looked awful. Dark circles under her eyes from chronic lack of sleep, her bangs covering her eyes and hair overgrown to the point it almost reached her shoulders.[...]"

CHAPTER 18: "(the dress) was pale pink, reached below her knee, and didn't have any leg slits. It had short sleeves, because she didn't want showed off shoulders, and was plain, because she didn't want to draw much attention with lots of fabric and sparkly sequins. [...] She also had shoes of a matching color with a two inch heel, as anything higher than that she had tried on made her trip within the first step. She wore a thin silver chain necklace and a flower corsage on her wrist. [...] she took a look in the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself in the layers of makeup she had on her face. She never tried to do it before, because she was too self conscious about heavier makeup, and by heavier she meant what she had on right now, smoky eye shadow and a dusty pink lipstick."

"[...]She smiled at the thought, catching a glimpse of her expression it in the mirror. She realized she was wearing the same white shirt she had worn at the trial, but it didn't make her uncomfortable anymore, she paired it with black jeans and it surely felt more like her." CHAPTER 20: "November had already started and temperatures began to decrease, so Max pulled out a beige knitted sweater from her wardrobe, one she found in the boxes of things she didn't take to dorms. She wore it under her recently thrifted, oversized brown hoodie, and paired it with the usual blue jeans. She changed the black converse into a pair of brown boots to not get drenched in the puddles of rain."

#life is strange #max caulfield #my art #fic: ambivalence #this also made me sure that she looks better in a “jeans” formal than in “dress” formal #ps. to the people who had read the fic: is this close to what you pictured? i'm curious haha

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If you had to start your own podcast right now, what's one subject you could talk for hours about?

god probably fashion history but more specifically how often people just get it wrong 😂

like there was this insufferable hot take tweet about beau brummel and mens fashion that went viral years ago and every single day i seethe about it because it's so fucking WRONG and just a shallow take, and clearly the writer of the thread didn't do any actual research on him as a person or what was going on in the era to know that mens fashion was moving towards a more uniform silhouette regardless of whether brummel existed or not! and mens fashion did NOT lose all of the color and playfulness, that's such a fucking lazy take because all you have to do is look at period fashion plates and you'll see that mens suiting didn't get 'boring' until the 1990s. just because every single piece was no longer covered in embroidery and sequins that doesn't mean that men suddenly started wearing black, navy, and grey only. and the most gorgeously embroidered, extremely colorful and decadent clothes were only for the rich anyways just as it always was and always has been, beau brummel did NOTHING WRONG

and then i could get into warped stereotypes of what 'renaissance' clothing is, that renaissance does not equal trunkhose, that amadeo wore the precursor to leggings, damnit lmao and that daniel in the 70s and 80s did not dress like kurt cobain in soft grunge 🤣

I might seem like a total curmudgeon about this i'm so sorry lol but i'm really just passionate and wish people would see there's a wild and weird history out there and that google is free, you can so easily see extant examples of some really really cool period clothes to use in fic or film or whatever!!! all of the layering and buttoning things up and lacing someone in can be hot and fun and it's worth being explored!!

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gabriellademonaco · 3 months

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this anon: I don't know why but I can't seem to publish my reply to your message, so I'll write it here instead:

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Collectively, that's a difficult question since we have 4 ladies in SRF now (I'm assuming you don't want to me go back to the years when there were only 3) and it's HARD for them to be good at the same time, and I refuse to name a year without Madeleine.

2014: Sofia's mesh/sequin/see-through dress was a big no no for me; not a fan of the others either except Victoria

2016: Love the other dresses but Sofia's green atrocity ruined it.

2017: Both Madeleine & Sofia looked very nice, but I hated Victoria's fluffy high neck.

2019: the year of Vic'a B&W horror

So I guess, 2015? Madeleine was splendid, Victoria was pregnant and had a flowy purple gown, Silvia in her usual red queenly dress, and I don't hate Sofia's black dress either.

Favourite nobel prize outfit for Victoria: maybe the red one in 2014?

The purple one in 2023 was good as well.

She also had some great ones in her earlier years but less flashy.

Madeleine: definitely the blue/grey one in 2015. Together with the aquamarine kokoshnik tiara it's a dream come true.

The pink one in 2016 was also nice, but the top section was just too loose for me. The skirt was heaven.

Another honourable mention would be the strapless grey dress in 2012:

#ask #reply #anonymous #nobel prize

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roalinda · 1 year

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Here is a small contribution to prongsfoot microfics. Let's pretend it is still April 4th. 🙈

@prongsfoot-microfic

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This happens in an AU in which Voldemort has won and Sirius who had been the secret keeper is dead and James is captured.

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April 4 , Loss

( + March 22 , Lineage )

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Canis major was bright tonight.

No, it was not just bright, it was ablaze with radiance, stars shining too close, too blinding. They were beautiful and James shakily reached out to grab Sirius, his favourite one, the brightest.

But the sky was frigid through his fingers, solid yet empty to touch, and James whimpered pitifully to an obscure entity, his fragile hold seeking Sirius in Canis major desperately, seeking but not finding.

"Let go, filthy blood traitor. You're ruining my robes," an eerie voice snapped. It was overdosed with saccharine which masked tons of hatred.

James relented, disoriented and dizzy. He blinked rapidly, his bloodshot eyes nearly blind at this point. Glasses did him no good, not with his damaged eye nerves and overwhelming shock. He made his mind to focus, chasing dizziness away. It was hard, but he did it.

Oh, there was Sirius!

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at his weak body with cold amusement. His hair was longer than James remembered, wild yet still blessed with the Black effortless elegance. His lips were full and red, a shameless lure of a poisoned apple and his lashes were lush and long, framing his beguiling grey eyes.

"I said let go. Are you dim?"

"Si…Sirius…" James slurred feverishly, mind hectic with delusions. The surreal sky seemed distant now, a vivid sequin dress in it's place. He heaved, or maybe it was a sob. All this time, he was reaching out hopelessly for something that was not there.

How stupid of him.

Blood gurgled through his windpipe like sand through a broken hourglass and it bled on his lips along with Sirius' name once again, a prayer begging to be heard.

"Poor little Potter, Murderer little Potter..." The voice was giggling and singing now and James' blood turned into ice. This was not Sirius' pleasant baritone, it was softer and mockingly shrill.

Bellatrix.

"Regained some consciousness, huh?" She smirked at him before tilting her head. "What do you think of this dress? It's for the Dark Lord's victory party." She twirled around with careful steps. "It's magnificent."

"May you…and your dress..burn in hell," talking was hard and James was adrift.

"After you," Bellatrix sneered at him, her voice no longer scratching through the air like an angry cat's scream. It was deep, calm and cold , the Black voice.

"You killed my darling cousin," she said, voice clipped and raw. "You took him away from his family, poisoned his mind, made him betray his kin and then killed him."

Her words were daggers into James' heart and he could do nothing but to feel the sting of salt in his wounded eyes as tears fell.

"A secret keeper. A secret to be taken to his grave. You are a coward, Potter. You knew he would die for you," she spat bitterly.

Sirius and Bellatrix's bond was not of hate, James always knew. It ran deeper, way deeper. Bellatrix didn't hate Sirius, she hated James for shattering their crystal dollhouse, a dollhouse which was the House of Black.

"A pregnant wife, of course she was your top priority, not the stray you had taken in from the Black family," she giggled, playing with her wand nonchalantly.

"N…no…" James shuddered. Bellatrix's words were toxic and they burned throughout his body, making him numb, branding him with shame.

"You have his blood on your hands. It was your fault he died. Let me tell you something…Do you know who betrayed him the most? It was not me. It was not aunt Walburga or uncle Orion. It was not even Regulus."

James' lips were wobbling. He was disgusted with the world, with destiny and above all with himself, because in a way Bellatrix was right. Sirius would have been alive if he wasn't the secret keeper.

"The one who betrayed him the most was you, Potter. You failed him," she purred, enjoying the way James was drowning in a cesspool of guilt. She basked in James' brokenness and mourning, watching him falling apart gleefully.

"I…I didn't…" James moaned feverishly through vivid hallucinations, once again reaching out to Canis major, seeking Sirius helplessly.

"I may have killed my dear cousin with my own wand but it was you who drove him into this stupidity," Bellatrix's eyes had a strange hue in them, different and mad.

"When it comes to revenge, there is no inner hate in the House of Black. We are one. That's the rule."

James gritted his teeth and Bellatrix narrowed her eyes. "I'm going to keep you alive in this fancy cage and will make sure you will remain alive. Every day you will grovel in your guilt and despair, you will beg me to kill you and I will spit on your rotten body because you deserve no more."

She looked like Sirius now, more than ever. The same beauty, same insanity, same cruelty.

James wanted to curse her but somewhere dark in his sick mind, he knew she was right in a twisted way. His choice had been wrong. He was given the chance and he made the wrong choice and now he was nothing but a decaying corpse in search of sweet release, in search of death and Sirius.

Bellatrix was right.

#Prongsfoot #Prongsfoot microfic #James potter #Sirius black #honourable mention Bellatrix Black

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stressghoul · 10 months

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In Your Own World

A fic based on Ghost's new cover of 'Stay'.

Summary Stay with me. I didn't think when I ran. And I couldn't think when I saw him singing in a red sequin jacket with his mismatched eyes staring at me.

Papa Emeritus IV x fem! reader

AO3 link here

I took a deep breath through my chill-reddened nose as I stepped through the double glass doors of the restaurant. I am not usually one who socialises; I would much rather spend my night alone in a dressing gown, but I had already said yes to tonight. Why had I said yes to tonight? I cursed my past self under my breath as I kept walking.

Winifred’s was the fanciest place to eat in the godforsaken town. Crisp white tablecloths glowed under the warm lamplight on each dining table. It had attracted lovers of two to groups of six sitting down and eating and I felt my stomach flip as strode inside clearly missing the outfit memo. I glanced down at my black playsuit, long sleeve white shirt underneath, sparkly black tights, doc martins, and long dark grey overcoat with embarrassment. I saw one girl in a cocktail dress. Another in a corset. Why did I say yes to tonight? I didn’t belong here.

But as the second passed, I saw a short girl with long blonde curls. She waved at me excitedly from a window dining table. I took another deep yet sharp breath through my nose and pulled my coat closer to my body.

“I will only be here for dinner and that’s it.’ I said to myself. ‘No longer.’

Ruby greeted me as I removed my overcoat reluctantly and placed it on my chair. I hadn't been friends with her long, but she was outgoing and comforting to be around. Her golden hair shone in the ambient orange light, the reflections grabbing my attention when she moved to embrace me in a friendly hug. She was the kind of person who said she was introverted, yet in the same breath would say yes to going out to the sticky club on a whim. I was nothing like Ruby.

I was quick to tell her that I felt underdressed, but Ruby in her infinite kindness said my curves looked cute in the dark playsuit. I brushed it off. She was wearing a long flowing baby blue maxi dress with matching heels.

I ordered quickly. Anything with chicken and a side salad. I didn't want to be here longer than I had to.

Ruby ordered a margarita and a plate of pasta. She updated me on her job but I felt a million miles away in my own world. It’s not that I didn't care, it’s that my heart did not stop beating out of my chest. Anxiety had her claws in me more than normal tonight.

A waiter came by our table - a long, slender man with curly brown hair piled on top of his head. He was cute, I thought to myself. He placed a margarita in front of Ruby and a sav blanc for me. I eyed it and then gazed at Ruby.

‘I knew you needed one’ was all she said with a wink. I sighed but took a large sip. The burn woke me up. I might need more than one . But the waiter - still standing at attention beside me - stated that if we were too cold with the window slightly open, he was happy to close it. I immediately said it was fine; no need to do any more for us and after all, I know how to close a window if I started shivering. He bowed slightly and left us silently.

But I heard it in the breeze. A whisper of a voice through the same window.

If this world is wearing thin, and you’re thinking of escape …

With the wine glass frozen on my lips, I stared out the window. And the voice continued.

I'll go anywhere with you, just wrap me up in chains.

I don't remember standing up. I don't remember excusing myself from Ruby. All I heard was the voice from outside.

But if you try to go alone, don't think I'll understand.

The chill had bitten into my skin deeply as I left Winifred’s as quickly as I had entered. I shivered; I didn't have my overcoat. Fuck that. Where was the voice coming from?

I started running - I think it echoed from the old botanic gardens, or at least in that direction. My heart was pounding harder than my heavy boots on the pavement. I didn't bother to look where I was running. I was following my ears. I had never been this impulsive.

Stay with me.

It was getting louder. I was getting closer. Did anyone else hear that? Trees were a green blur and I ran faster than I had in my life.

Stay with me.

I had never heard a voice like this one. Full of emotion. Alluring. Quite literally pulling me toward him. If I see Ruby again, I will need to profusely apologise. But right now, I didn't care. Who’s voice was that?

I felt the bass then - it was a performance maybe? A full band was behind the man with an angelic voice. And he didn't stop singing as if he was whispering directly to me.

In the silence of your room; In the darkness of your dreams …

You must only think of me; there can be no in between.

My breaths came in quickly, but I was almost there. Through the metal gates of the botanic gardens. Down the pebbled path. I thanked my past self for wearing solid footwear but hated that I forgot my overcoat because the cold was digging deeper into my bones. Running was the only distraction. And the disembodied voice of course.

When your pride is on the floor, I'll make you beg for more.

I sprinted on soggy grass from earlier rains. Who was performing when it was so miserable outside, and more importantly where were they?

But I knew with every pound of my heart, the performers were on the other side of the gardens. I just needed to round the corner.

And I did, as I heard again -

Stay with me.

If his voice was beautiful and alluring, it did not do anything to prepare me for what he looked like.

I was right - it was a band on stage and they were surrounded by soft yellow and orange hanging lights. There were quite a few people here and they all wore black. They danced to the slow music and the soft voice.

The soft voice. Then the rest of the band kicked in, leading with the drums and my eyes were glued to him. My heart was in my throat.

You'd better hope and pray, that you make it safe back to your own world.

He was a picture of red and black. The jacket glinted in the light as he moved and swayed to his music, bouncing red every which way with his eyes closed. His face was painted like a skull in black and white, but he wasn't scary. How could he be when he sounded like an angel? He held the microphone close to his mouth as he opened his eyes. They were like two glistening gems; one geen one white. And they were looking at me.

You'd better hope and pray, that you'll wake one day in your own world.

'Cause when you sleep at night, they don't hear your cries in your own world.

Only time will tell if you can break the spell back in your own world.

I was out in the open. I was crashing this … party? Gathering? Why were all these people here? I was puffing out of exhaustion. I couldn’t breathe not just because I was running a second ago or the fact that I felt my nose freeze over; it was because he was staring at me with a curious gaze.

He was still far away, on stage in the middle of a clearing within the gardens. Trees surrounded everyone but the warm lighting kept the dance floor bustling. The stage wasn't too big; it didn't overwhelm the party, but his presence was more than enough to capture every ear there. By his side were other musicians, masked with dark helmets and matching outfits. But my gaze landed back on him. And I found myself walking closer. I was drawn to him like a moth to a very, very alluring flame,

Stay with me.

I was by the dance floor now, gazing up at him. Others ignored me, listening to his voice. How was this man so harsh looking, but his voice like the feeling of warm breath on cold cheeks?

Stay with me.

From here I could see the lines on his face, the greying hairs at his temples emerging from his soft brown hair. He was beautiful. He still gazed at me as he sang:

Stay with me.

Why was I here? What was I doing? Those were questions I should have been asking, but instead, my brain was wondering who he was.

Stay with me.

The music faded and he removed the mic from being so close to his face. I saw him fully for the first time. His chest was steadily inhaling and exhaling deeply from the effort of the performance. He put everything he had into it. I had no doubt of that.

He unlocked his gaze from me suddenly and left the small stage after he handed his mic to one of those masked musicians. I only noticed now that they appeared to have tails. What was going on? As quickly as he left, I heard him again.

‘What’s a girl doing outside in the dead of winter without a coat?’

I turned toward the voice that caressed my ear almost as much as his singing.

He was in front of me. The painted man. He was taller close-up and I could see each individual sequin on his crimson jacket and he engulfed my personal space. The delicate colours in his one green eye and the pure liquid pearl that was his white one stared into my own.

I had no reply. How could I? This person just pulled me from a restaurant with a friend. Shit! Ruby.

‘Are you okay, little mouse?’ he asked. This time concern wrapped his face in the form of his forehead creasing and eyes searching me all over.

I made a slight noise in my throat as a response and his lip quirked up a fraction. He smiled at me.

But before I could even process that, he was shrugging off that red sequin jacket from his broad shoulders.

‘This won’t do. And even if you can't talk, you don’t deserve to freeze.’ He said politely.

He moved closer and delicately placed his jacket on my shoulders. Oh god, I could smell him. Like cider and fresh florals from the market. His gloved hands adjusted the collar and I watched them as they made sure I was wrapped up in his jacket. His lingering warmth from being on stage still clung to the heavy material. His finger caught my chin as he moved it to look back up at him.

He said nothing, just analysed my face. And I hated not knowing, so a question sprung out of me.

‘Who are you?’

The smirk returned, and this time, I saw how it manipulated his face paint. The black lips moved, creasing his cheeks, and smudging the black into the white slightly.

‘So the little mouse does speak, eh?’ He laughed as he looked down at me in his clothing, and continued. ‘Call me Papa.’

#the band ghost #ghost #copia #ghost bc #papa iv #copia is my husband #papa emeritus iv #copia my beloved #fem! reader x papa iv #fem! reader #the band ghost fic

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 2 years

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BABY

For the prompts; come over here and overwhelm me + in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city.

BUT ITS DILF!JAKE please! Like they’ve attended a navy gala or whatever, Jake is an admiral, someone is watching the kids and it’s just them

DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE DILF!JAKE thank you for this Fe...I simply let this get away from me....

prompt: in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city

word count: 2029

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ONLY MINORS DNI ( some plot, dilf!jake, lots of teasing, slightly dom jake, kinda public sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected pinv, slight voyeurism)

Jake got down from the stage when his portion of the ceremony was over. When he was done pinning medals and ribbons on bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Lieutenants and Commanders. He shook hands as he serpentined his way back to the table where Ronnie sat waiting for him. Smiling and leaning in close to hear what the older Admirals and slightly younger Captains had to say. He laughed and schmoozed and made people feel important.

But no one felt as important, as loved, as seen as Admiral Seresin’s wife — sitting at their table with eyes only for him as she watched him make his way back to her.

“How many kids do you guys have now?” Mrs. Lawson, wife of some other Admiral, asked with a smile as she leaned closer to Ronnie.

“Three,” Ronnie sighed, smiling at the older woman. “Maisie, Noah, and Rhodes.”

Ronnie pulled her phone from her clutch and showed a picture of the three of them to Mrs. Lawson, who cooed. “Adorable. And where are they tonight?”

“The Admiral and I actually took the week leading up to this off — little vacation. So they’re back home with his parents in Texas getting spoiled rotten.”

“Oh, what fun! I love when the littles get to stay with us,” Mrs. Lawson said.

Jake finally made it back to his seat, sinking down beside Ronnie with a small sigh. He drank greedily from his glass of water, throat parched from the elaborate ceremony and then the chatter on his way back. He set his glass down and smiled as Ronnie continued to be engrossed in conversation with Mrs. Lawson. The two of them fawning over pictures of the Lawson grandbabies. Jake was more than content to sit and listen and watch. His arm propped up behind her chair as he looked at her with a fond smile.

Ronnie looked beautiful tonight. She wore that dress he had picked out for her especially. Green chiffon like his eyes with gold sequins on the bodice. He had sent her to the best makeup and hair stylists in DC just for this event — everything done to perfection and leaving Ronnie feeling just as beautiful as she always looked to him. She looked like a dream. A princess. His princess. His dream. Even after all these years. Even after three kids and too many arguments to count and tears shed and greys and wrinkles starting to show.

As he continued to watch her, watch her lips form around a laugh and words he couldn’t really hear, Jake felt his cock twitch in his pants.

He was quick to adjust himself, scoot back further in his chair and tug at the pant of his dress blues. He focused his gaze on the stitch in the cream tablecloth, willing himself to calm down and not walk out of this important awards ceremony with a visible semi. A gentle hand was placed on his arm and he looked over to see Ronnie smiling at him concerned.

“You good?” she asked, head tilted to one side.

“M’good,” Jake gruffed out in reply.

Oh, but Ronnie knew better. She knew his tells like the back of her own hand. Like her favorite novel. Her eyebrow ticked up as she took in the slight flush of his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils, and the way he was sitting in his chair.

Ronnie gave him an incredulous look as it finally clicked. “Jake Seresin. Right now?”

“What can I say?” Jake shrugged, not even slightly sheepish, as he grabbed hold of her chair and pulled her closer to him — arm wrapping around her waist. “You look really good, sweets.”

“Mm, you do too.” She leaned up and kissed his cheek as she placed her hand on his thigh.

He gave her a look as she squeezed the strong muscle just beneath, huffing harshly through his nose when his cock began to get that familiar ache. Then Ronnie went back to her conversation with Mrs. Lawson, leaving Jake staring at the tablecloth and breathing deeply beside her. Her hand still as could be on his thigh.

It felt like an eternity for the rest of the awards ceremony to finish. Ronnie squeezing his thigh, rubbing up and down the fabric of his blue pants, and occasionally snaking her hand over his growing bulge. Even after all this time, she could be such a tease.

They had to walk out of the ballroom with Ronnie walking directly in front of her husband, his hands firm on her waist to keep her in place, in order to hide what was no longer a semi and definitely a raging hard-on.

Another Admiral stopped them in the hotel lobby, wanting to quickly ask how the kids were doing and what Jake was getting up to at Fort Worth with his newest recruits. Jake tried to keep steady, keep his voice even as he talked about Maisie starting fifth grade and Rhodes loving to skate just like his mom. But then Ronnie took her teasing to the next level. As Jake switched subjects to discuss his training regiment with his pilots, she subtly ground her ass back into his hardened length.

He was able to cover up his groan with a cough and continue on his conversation. But he squeezed Ronnie’s sides tight. A warning for her to stop and she followed that warning with teeth clamped down hard on her lip. She knew she was pushing it, doing that in front of one of his colleagues — an Admiral with one more star than he had. But she really just couldn’t help it.

She behaved the rest of the way up to their hotel room.

With the door closed and locked, Jake walked to the center of the room as he undid the buttons of his dress blues jacket. He laid the jacket down on the desk chair in the corner and it was quickly joined by the white button-up he was wearing beneath it. Leaving him only in his white undershirt, blue dress pants, and his finely polished shoes. All of this was done in silence with Ronnie just standing there watching him — her clutch left on the table and her heels kicked off at the door.

Jake turned to her once his own shoes were toed off, socked feet padding towards her quietly as his green eyes bored right into her. It made her chest heave in anticipation the closer and closer he got.

“You can be such a tease sometimes,” he growled as he cupped her jaw in his hand.

She leveled him with a look. “So can you.”

“Touche.” But his expression turned dark as he pulled her in flush against his chest. “But I don’t tease you in front of your boss, do I?”

“I don’t have a boss,” she replied breathlessly, again, knowing she was pushing it but God this side of Jake didn’t come out often and she wanted to see how far she could take it. “Technically, if we think about it, Maisie is the boss of me. She’s too much like you.”

Jake bit back a grin at her comment about their daughter. It was the truth. But he was too keyed up and too annoyed at her teasing to laugh at it. Instead, he kissed her. Harsh and bruising and full of teeth nipping at lips and nearly bending her backwards as he searched blindly for the zip of her dress. He found it with a small noise of success as he bit down on her bottom lip — pulling back her swollen flesh as he yanked the zipper down. Leaving her in nothing but her delicate lace panties.

He groaned appreciatively as he stepped back from her, watched her thighs rub together to try and relieve the growing pressure between her legs. He smirked as his eyes landed on her flushed face, her blown pupils, the way her hands reached up to toy with her breasts in some gamble to entice him to touch himself.

But Jake had already made up his mind. She needed a bit of punishment, a reminder not to do what she did in the lobby again.

“Take these off.” He hooked a finger in the waistband of her lace and snapped it back against her hip. “And stand in front of the window.”

He jerked his head back slightly towards the window he wanted. Their room was on the fifth floor overlooking downtown Washington DC. There were offices and apartments right across the street. And the hotel was nice, really nice. The windows floor to ceiling and right now the curtains were completely open. Ronnie bit her lip as a thrill went down her spine, making her shudder.

She did as she was told quietly. Taking off her panties, Jake watched and held out his hand for them once she was done. Ronnie looked up at him as she passed them off, doe-eyed and batting her lashes at him innocently. Then she walked over to the windows, hips swaying in that way Jake liked.

Standing there completely naked, for anyone to see, Ronnie watched the DC nightlife go by as she waited for Jake to come to her. Over her shoulder, she heard Jake groan softly as he inspected her panties.

“Your fuckin’ soaked already, aren’t ya, darlin’?” Jake asked as he pressed his chest into her bare back.

She whined quietly at the feeling of his shirt and pants against her skin. He was still wearing them, even while she was completely bare. Jake’s hands clamped down on her waist to hold her still as he bit her earlobe.

“You were so mouthy just a second ago,” he hissed in her ear. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, yes!” Ronnie gasped. “I’m fucking dripping…Just for you, Jay.”

Taking hold his hand, he allowed her to drag his fingers down to her aching core. And she was right. She was wet, dripping down her thighs. She made a soft little oh noise as he pushed his fingers through her folds, teasing around her clit and at her entrance.

“Jesus,” Jake grunted as he easily inserted two fingers inside her, forcing her up on her toes as he curled them into that spongey spot he loved. “Is it the fact anyone could see you right now? Completely naked for me — getting off on my fingers? Anyone could just look up and see you. Even that three-star Admiral who was eyeing your tits earlier.”

Ronnie gasped as he pressed his thumb hard into her clit, her hands shooting up to the glass to keep herself upright. “Yes — mm — Jay. Want people to look. Want them to see you fuck me so good.”

Jake growled, a rumble deep in his chest as he pulled his fingers from her cunt. Ronnie cried out at the loss, falling further into the glass. Jake quickly undid his pants and pulled out his dick, pumping himself a few times before sliding completely inside her with one smooth thrust.

“Oh, yes, Jake — fuck — ah!”

He pushed her completely flush with the window, her tits pressed against the cold glass. A stark contrast to the heat of Jake moving, thrusting at a brutal pace behind her. He forced his fingers into her perfect updo, pushing her face against the window and making her drool as she took all that he gave her.

“Fuck, I want you to tease me,” Jake breathed harshly into her shoulder. “Want all those fuckers to know that I belong to you — that hot mama with perfect tits.”

Despite everything, despite how turned on and desperate she was, Ronnie laughed. And Jake laughed too. His other hand snaked around to strum at her clit — and after that she was a goner. Pushing back against his thrusts and clenching down on him so tight Jake was sure her pussy was trying to push him out. He thrust up into her once, twice, three more times before he spilled inside her with his teeth biting into her shoulder.

“I’m yours,” Ronnie panted, hand reaching back to hold the back of his head. “You're mine. Always. Forever.”

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