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hockeyshmockey · 3 years ago

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Lando Norris- Day in the Life

summary: ciara goes through old quadrant videos and decides recreate one

warnings: none just lando being a goofy person like i think he is

When Ciara had the idea to make her own version of the Quadrant video where Niran lived like Lando for a day, for her own channel, Lando had been more than happy to participate. Considering the two lived together, it wasn’t a hardship.

“Hello team!” the redhead grinned from her seat in front of her camera. “I hope you have all had an amazing week! I am super excited for you to tune into today’s video. You all know I love a good challenge, and the other night I was bored and watching some old youtube videos when I saw a version of this and had to run with it.”

“As you all know,” Ciara mean mugged the camera. “I have an acquaintance who’’s name rhymes with pando borris-

“Ciara are you kidding,” Lando chuckled from out of the camera’s view, the redhead shushing him quickly.

“As I was saying, I have an acquaintance who is in a sport that some may say requires a high performance athlete.”

Here the video showed a clip of Daniel Ricciardo in press calling himself a ‘high performance athlete’ with a voice effect over the clip.

“So this video will be me living my day like a formula one driver!” Ciara clapped her hands with a grin.

“Not just any F1 driver,” Lando came onto the screen and walked up behind the girl to wrap his arms around her neck from behind. “But the best F1 driver!”

“You didn’t tell me Seb was coming over babe,” the video cut with Ciara looking up at Lando who’s mouth had dropped open.

“Good morning everyone,” a sleep rumpled Ciara greeted from her bed. “It is half seven in the morning. This is horrific.”

“Get up!” the camera showed Lando wrenching the covers off the girl who pouted.

“Ok so, I am going to fix myself up a bit and then I will go eat.”

The camera followed Ciara into the bathroom while she did some skincare and her morning routine before heading into their closet.

“Ok so after breakfast we’re going to work out with Jon who is literally at our house everyday. I’ve done some training with them before so I’m feeling pretty good.” The redhead ended up in a pair of black shorts, with a tight tank top under a lulu lemon jacket.

The clip cut to Ciara standing side by side with Lando in the kitchen. “Alright mate, tell us what we’re eating,” Ciara turned to give the brunette her attention.

“So I keep it pretty light in the morning,” Lando held up a bowl. “Here we have a smoothie bowl with some granola and some berries on top.” Ciara hummed as she pulled out two spoons and the couple began to eat.

“This is delicious,” she nodded as she scooped some more on her spoon. “The right amount of sweet with some crunch.” The video continued for a moment, the only sounds being spoons clinking against bowls and a little burp from Lando, the scene fading to black with the couples giggles.

The video picked up with Ciara standing in the garden with Lando, Jon between them. “Alright guys, here we have Jon.” the man waved to the camera. “Jon has worked with Lando for years, and travels with him. But he spends a lot of time here at the house with us during the season and the off season to keep Lando on a routine. Jon, what do you have for us today?”

“Today we’ll start with some stretching, and then start with some light weight and resistance training, and end with some more car specific training.”

“How you feeling?” Lando asked Ciara in the next clip as he was balancing on the foam roller.

“So some of you know Quadrant did this same video a while back with Niran, and Niran struggled in the work out,” Ciara spoke to the camera. “I do have an advantage here as I have hopped in my fair share of trainings with Lando so I think I know a little about what to expect.”

The next clip showed Ciara collapsing under three weight plates from a wall sit.

“Holy crap,” she panted on the ground as Lando scurried over to help her get the weights off. “That was intense.”

“You did really well Ciara,” Jon praised. The video then showed a compilation of clips of both Lando and Ciara doing deadlifts, some banded arm exercises, hip thrusts, and sled pulls. Ciara’s editor had had some fun as well. In a few clips, the video would pause mid workout and zoom in on Lando. The audience would leave tons of comments making fun of the way Lando was caught checking Ciara out multiple times during the session.

“Ok guys, lets move on to the neck training,” Jon led the group over to the set up in the middle of the garden.

“What an eyesore,” Ciara remarked, Lando glaring at her over his shoulder. The girl simply smirked back, Lando huffing as he turned to adjust the seat. “As you guys may have seen, this seat was actually Mark Webbers.” Ciara threw up jazz hands as Lando moved to adjust the seat before gesturing for Ciara to sit.

“I have actually never done this so,” the girl smiled at the camera. “This should be an experience.”

“I’m surprised your feet reach the posts,” Lando commented as he went to set the set around her head.

“That is so rude!” she gasped, looking up at her giggling boyfriend. “Acting like he isn’t literally 5′6,” she grumbled as Jon came to squat in front of her.

He explained what they were doing and what she should do before going ahead with the test. Jon counted the girl in, Lando squatted by the seat as she began resisting. “Push, push, push,” he chanted with Jon, smiling as her face turned pink. She let out a puff of air as her body relented against the resistance.

“Alright Ciara, that was nice, you got a 28.3,” Ciara accepted Lando’s highfive. “For reference, Lando gets around a 51 on this currently.”

“Thick neck bloke,” Ciara grumbled as Lando keeled over in laughter. Jon smirked and shook his head as he set up for the next exercise. The girl went through the other exercises before she and Lando switched.

“It is so weird seeing him do this,” Ciara said quietly as she watched Lando concentrate on the exercise.

“Good look isn’t it?” Lando joked as he opened his eyes to see Ciara watching him intensely.

“Your little lip twisting to the side is cute,” she giggled making him roll his eyes.

“I am going to need a massage after this,” Ciara pouted at the camera after she had finished the neck exercises.

“Lando, that’s aimed at you,” Jon laughed as the group headed inside.

“Ok mates, now it is lunch time,” Lando was standing next to Ciara in the kitchen again. “What are we eating love?”

“So after a work out we like to do something pretty balanced,” he grabbed the warm plates from the stove. “So today we have some stir-fry vegetables, some rice, and some chicken.”

“Some of you know this,” Ciara said between bites. “But I am obsessed with stir-fry. We probably eat it three times a week?” Lando nodded in agreement, the two eating a few more bites before the video cut.

“So next in Lando’s day, is some time on the simulator,” Ciara grinned from the seat in the Sim room located in their home. “I have the pro himself here to guide me and give me a few tips and tricks.”

Following was a compilation of Ciara focused on the simulator. Clips showed her yelling a the screen, Lando leaning over her shoulder and pointing at things on the screen, before ending with Lando sitting with Ciara in his lap, guiding her hands while she was ‘driving’.

“Alright guys, that was fun, but now dinner time,” the camera followed Ciara back to the kitchen. “Lando get’s a lot of his meals prepped for him, but we have been able to slide in some cooking now that we live together into his plan. So tonight we are going to be making some pasta and sausage.”

The video cut to a short cooking compilation of Lando and Ciara working in the kitchen to prepare their dinner. The next clip showed the two siting at the island eating.

“So, after dinner, Lando usually films right,” Ciara asked the brunette who nodded while slurping some noodles. “But we aren’t going to show that since we have literally been filming all day. So from here, we are going to just relax and then go to sleep!”

The outro filled the screen. “Thank you guys for joining me in a day in my life as Lando! It was super fun to feel like it was a normal day but not,” she laughed, Lando popping in to wrap an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t forget to comment and let us know what you think!”

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #f1 #f1 driver #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #formula one #formula one imagine #formula 1 driver #formula 1 imagine #formulaone #lando norris x oc #f1 driver imagine #f1 driver imagines #fanfiction

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michals · 3 years ago

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May I request some Luther & the showgirls working for Jack, as they seem to get along well. Though it seems like you already got quite a few requests, so feel perfectly free to ignore this. Hope the muse will become a bit more cooperative <3.

Thanks for your patience with this, sorry took a little longer than expected! Put a little bit of asexual Luther in here, hope that's okay. Also this is Gordo and this is Valentina.

Luther’s dinner is interrupted when a newspaper appears in front of his face.

“Look at this Lulu!” Patsy chirps over his shoulder as she holds it, “First woman in space! Can you believe it?”

“Not even long after the men,” Sandra says, leaning on the bar next to him, proud smirk on her face.

Luther takes the paper, acts like he’s surprised, like he didn’t already know. “Wow, look at that!” he says.

He’d learned about Valentina Tereshkova when he was just a kid, hell he’d been able to list all the Mercury Seven by the time he was four. He’d been upset, actually, that he’d been dropped at the tail end of December 1962 and had missed almost all their flights. At the very least he’d seen Gordo go up, the first to stay up for a whole day. Despite how he got here Luther’ll remember that as one of his favorite days of his life.

“A woman,” Marvin the bartender mutters as he sweeps up behind the counter, “and a Russian at that!” He scoffs and shakes his head.

Luther bites back a smile, Marvin’s gonna be real disappointed by a whole lot of things if he lives a lot longer.

“Hush, you,” Patsy says, shaking her hands at him, “you gotta start being more modern, like Luther.” He rolls his eyes and keeps sweeping.

“Nice to have some forward thinking men ‘round here,” Sandra says, leaning over the bar to grab a bottle of brandy. She was the one who’d given Luther a tour of the place, had teased him when he’d looked away as they passed the changing room.

She pours herself a glass, tips the bottle Luther’s way. He nods and lets her top off the glass at his elbow. He says, “Thank you.” They love how polite he is.

The girls all like him, or seem to at least. Luther’s never been anywhere that…well, anywhere, ever, especially where he’s around actual people. He acts how he’s sure he’s supposed to act and so far it’s working. This is still new, even months later; he wonders often if the day’s gonna come when he slips up and reveals a whole lot about himself they won't understand.

But he does like them, that's true. “How’s Bobby?” He asks.

“That lout!” Sandra says, rolling her eyes, holding up her left hand. “The day I get a ring on this finger is the day the saints come marching just for me.” She and Luther take a drink together.

Autumn bustles through the door then, gives a cheerful hello as she comes up to the bar, setting down a Tupperware container.

“Tell me those are lemon bars,” Patsy says, peering over them with a grin.

“Ma made ‘em this afternoon,” Autumn says, cracking open the lid to give her a peek. She points a finger at Luther, “And you’re gonna take some this time mister, none of that ‘no sugar’ nonsense.”

Luther gives an apologetic smile, “I have a fight tomorrow.” He’s always had a strict diet, his whole life, to keep in fighting shape. Sugar was a luxury saved for mom’s birthday cakes. He’s found it’s not all that different- training for dad’s missions or Jack’s matches. It’s alright though, he’s used to it, even if the lemon bars are tempting.

“Again, so soon?” Autumn’s expression turns concerned, “This hasn’t even healed yet!”

She reaches out towards him, to the cut that sits over his right eyebrow still sporting three stitches, but doesn’t actually touch. The girls are sweet, used to being flirty with patrons, but they’d learned within the first week that Luther was strange about physical touch. They’ve all been careful about it ever since, an unspoken agreement between him and them. He’s embarrassed by it, he tells himself it’s a stupid hang up to have, but it’s a relief and he’s thankful to them for it.

“It’s really not that bad,” he assures her. He heals fast, he can’t tell them why though. “I just won’t get hit there again.” He already knows he won’t, but he can’t tell them that either.

“Jack!” Autumn calls, looking over Luther’s shoulder and he turns to see Jack arriving, starting across the room to his office. He doesn’t look up from the papers in his hands.

“Yeah? What now?”

Sandra twists in her seat, “You gotta give Luther a break! You’re gonna ruin that pretty face!”

Luther ducks his head, tries not to blush. The only times he’s been called ‘pretty’ or ‘handsome’ was in some magazines when he got older. He doesn’t think of himself that way, especially now.

“Pretty face isn’t what keeps the lights on girls, it’s the muscles,” Jack says.

That’s always why Luther’s been useful.

Jack stops outside his office door, “Those lemon bars? Save a few for me.”

“Of course Jack,” Autumn says with a smile. The girls like Jack, he’s easy to work for.

Music comes on as Marvin puts a record on, a signal for the girls to start getting ready. Patsy whines that she wants to listen to Elvis Presley and Sandra says of course she does. Patsy gives Marvin doll eyes and he relents and the song switches, ‘There’s Always Me’ filling the bar with Elvis’s smooth voice. Luther likes it enough but some days he misses Cyndi Lauper fiercely.

“Promise?” Autumn says, still behind the counter, looking at Luther with a soft expression, “That you won’t get hit there again? It’s gonna leave a nasty scar.”

Luther gives his best reassuring look, “Promise.” He can’t tell her it’s all planned, every punch and kick. Luther spent 24 years of his life training to fight much worse people than some thugs in an dirt floor ring in a shack, every hit he takes is on purpose. Jack’s the only one who knows something’s a little off about Luther and he says he has to bleed a little, can’t make it look too easy.

Luther sees it as a requirement, a small sacrifice. He’s got a room and a job and free meals, and he knows he’s gonna win the fight anyway. What else is he supposed to do? He was dropped in the middle of nowhere, decades out of time, and dad…well, he won’t help. He tries not to think about how dad spoke to him that day, about the look on his face.

Autumn smiles like she’ll believe him for now, then takes the Tupperware with her off to the backroom to change. Luther finishes his dinner and drink alone at the bar until the first patrons show up, rubbing their hands together in excitement, eyes on the stage even as they order drinks. Luther starts his rounds.

It’s an easy job, he just mills around, warns the guys who get too loud, shoves out anyone who gets too rowdy or handsy. There’s strict rules on how exactly the men interact with the women and Luther makes sure everyone knows it. And he always makes sure Jack’s happy.

Luther’s not really interested in all the skin on display, he never has been. It’s another item he’s added to the list of ways he doesn’t quite fit; he’s supposed to like this kind of thing isn’t he? All “red blooded American men” like it, that’s what Jack says. Luther just nods, says, “yeah, of course”; something’s always told Luther it’s just not for him..

“You’re not a slobbering goon like the rest of the guys in this place,” Patsy had told him once after he’d thrown out some guy who got too bold, “You’re a real gentleman.” But he doesn’t understand how he couldn’t be, not with them, and that’s not even because of the other thing.

The night goes well enough, he only has to talk down a group of sailors who get too noisy but they get an eyeful of him and simmer down. Autumn makes her rounds, comes up to him at one point.

“Can I ask a favor Lu?”

“Always.”

“Well April borrowed my car yesterday and left it with a flat, didn’t bother to tell me-”

“Oh April,” Luther says, shaking his head. He’s used to these kinds of stories about her sister.

“I know right? That girl, I swear. Anyway, I was wondering if you’d walk me home tonight?”

“Of course,” Luther says, “I’ll check with Jack, make sure he doesn’t have anything for me at close.”

She beams at him, “Thanks Lu, you’re the best.”

He has to check with Jack because he’s got to put Jack first, it’s just part of the deal. He doesn’t have anything to do with parts of Jack’s business, parts that he doesn’t look into or think about too much. There’s an irony there about being a former superhero working for…whatever Jack is, but he has to run errands, sometimes even at 2 a.m. But tonight he’s free, Jack waves him off saying, “Yeah yeah, make sure my girls get home safe.”

Autumn’s waiting by the door in her street clothes when Luther finishes with Jack. Marvin locks the door behind them as they step out onto the quiet street.

Autumn gives a sly look as she opens up the Tupperware container, now half empty. “Come on now, you’re gonna make my ma real sad if you don’t at least try one.”

Luther purses his lip against a smile, sighs. “A bite.”

Autumn’s nearly giddy as he breaks off a piece, pops it in his mouth. She watches him expectantly. “Your mom’s an amazing baker,” he says and she grins proudly.

It is amazing, reminds Luther of a lemon cake mom had made when they turned 14.

The night is quiet and warm, the only place still open is the 24 hour diner down the road. Autumn says she likes their pancakes but other than that they don’t talk much. Luther finds it’s kind of nice that they don’t have to.

Her place isn’t far and he stays to watch her unlock the door and go in, she gives a wave as he stands at the gate.

It’s a longer walk back to his place from here but he doesn’t mind it. He never just walked around his neighborhood, back when he lived at the Academy. He wonders how different it might all be if he did. He tells himself it’s not a thought worth wondering though, he’s here, there’s no changing it, all he can do is make the best of it, but he’s got a few people who make it easier. He looks towards the sky, thinks about Valentina passing overhead.

#tua fic #umbrella academy fic #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #my fic #t.ua #i got one more prompt on the docket i haven't forgotten!

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the-badass-journal-keeper · 4 years ago

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A Mixed Bag of Nuts

Taako and Kravitz get a new cat. They can't decide on her name, so Lup and Barry are invited to weigh in.

The link to read on Ao3 will be in the reblog!

"Cool Barry."

Barry didn't bother to sigh. He did, however, pick up his book from the coffee table and drop out of the conversation.

Lup did sigh at her brother's suggestion. "You're not naming your new fleabag 'Cool Barry' as if my husband isn't the coolest guy I know."

"There's no accounting for taste," Taako said, sticking his tongue out at her and crossing the name off his list.

"What about Her Lady Darkness of Eternal Suffering?" Kravitz asked, looking up from his own list.

"Babe. Babe, no," Taako said, shaking his head. "Look at her. Absolutely not."

Kravitz looked around. "Where is our sweet little Belladonna of the Night?"

"Also no," Taako said. He leaned over the arm of the couch to check some common kitty hiding spots. "She's probably just settling in, finding her favorite sunny windows. Whatever."

"C'mon, Taako, give me a couple more. Rapid-fire, hit me," Lup said, waving him on.

"Alright, alright. Let's start with... Angus."

"No."

"Dad'n'port."

"He would feel simultaneously so honored and so angry. No."

"Are you sure on Cool Ba-"

"Absolutely sure. Next."

"Lup But Never Lived In An Umbrella."

The twins' screeching started to sound genuinely angry. Barry glanced up from his book. He flinched slightly when Lup stole Taako’s pen and threw it in back at him, but relaxed when it missed by half a foot. He chuckled when he saw Kravitz eyeing the Fantasy Fire Extinguisher in the next room. Barry was more than familiar with the types and tones of the twins' fights. This one wasn't as bad as it looked. Kravitz would learn soon, too.

Barry was about to settle back into his book when movement on the edge of his vision caught his attention. A small grey cat was staring at him from the doorway to the sunroom. He smiled and slid down the couch towards her.

"Hi there," he cooed. "How are you liking it here?"

As if in answer, she glanced at the twins, who were now cuddled on the couch. They shoved Kravitz with their legs into a smaller and smaller section of cushion. They were still screaming at each other.

"Oh, yeah, they do get kinda loud." He chuckled. "You'll get used to it, I promise."

She gave a quiet, crackly mew. Barry held out a hand and she trotted over to nuzzle into his palm.

"Yeah, you'll do just fine," he said, scratching down her back. "You seem like you enjoy attention. That's a common trait around here. We'll all spoil you rotten in no time."

Lup fell off the couch with a thump. The cat twitched at the sudden noise. She evaluated Barry for a moment, then sought refuge between his thigh and the arm of the couch. Barry adjusted a little so he could read and pet her at the same time.

"Now, don't you tell the twins," he whispered, "but we spoil them rotten, too. The other crew members and Krav and me. But they'll never admit it. ‘Cause then we might stop spoiling them. Just like I'm sure you won't admit it when it happens to you."

Barry and the cat settled in together while the twins fought on. Every now and then, Kravitz would call his name, trying to get him to intercede. Barry barely pretended to "help," not looking up from his book for any interruption. He would call out for one or the other twin to stop whatever behavior was distressing Kravitz. Hair pulling, outfit criticizing, someone calling the other “sour little Lulu Lemon,” someone singeing the other's hat brim - the usual Taaco Twin Stuff.

"He's just as dramatic as the two of them," Barry said to the cat. She had been purring for a few minutes. Between that and his book’s plot picking up steam, he was starting to see the appeal of animal companions.

“Barold? Babe?”

Barry hummed in question while turning the page.

“Who you talkin’ to?”

“Oh, just lil Peanut.” He gave the cat an extra scritch behind the ear.

A hand yanked the book from his grasp. Barry made a distressed noise and reached for it, looking up to see who had interrupted him.

“Barry J?” Taako looked down his nose with a stony expression. “What did you just call my precious Mew-hann?”

Barry held out his hand for his book. Taako held it farther away.

“Is that what you guys settled on? ‘Mew-hann’? Cause- cause if that’s some kind of pun or goof on Johann’s name- It sounds more like a bad Fantasy Jedi name a kid invented for himself for a friend’s Kittens and Fantasy Star Wars themed birthday party, bud.”

“That’s basically what I said!” Lup said, bouncing across the room and taking the book from Taako as she did. “Or, I said it sounded like a Fantasy Star Trek species name.” She stretched out on the couch Barry was on, wiggling her fuzzy sock-clad toes under his leg and thumbing through his book instead of handing it back. “But I gotta say, I kinda like the sound of Peanut for the little fuzzball.”

“I can’t believe you,” Taako said. “Here, no, listen, she doesn’t like it either. Look.” He turned to face the cat. “Look at papa, Peanut!”

She did that.

Taako spluttered. Lup cackled.

“That- that was a- That doesn’t mean anything!” Taako said. “Lup, you call her. Use a different name, but use the- the- y’know, cat baby talk voice I used.”

Lup sat up to get a better view of the cat on the other side of Barry. “Hello, Ebony Sacrifice!”

The cat yawned.

“That means nothing!” Taako insisted. “My cat will not have a- that’s not a good enough name! We’re not calling her that!”

“Peanut! Come to Kravitz.”

The cat stretched and hopped off the couch Barry and Lup occupied. The room was silent as she crossed to Kravitz’s couch, rubbed up against his shins, hopped up next to him, and curled into a little kitty loaf.

“Huh,” Barry said.

“I hate you,” Taako said.

“The name’s kind of growing on me,” Lup said.

Kravitz sighed. “I was really hoping that Queen Vampiria, Destroyer of Realms and Hearts would be the one” He crossed off the last entry on his name suggestion list.

A/N: Barry “Are you afraid?” Bluejeans: The twins and Kravitz are so dramatic.

#taz balance #the adventure zone #taakitz #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #taako #lup #kravitz #reaper squad #fluff #humor #fluff and humor #terrible name suggestions #taaco twins being chaotic #taaco twins #my writing

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wavbleu · 4 years ago

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Vinnie hacker : Private yoga session

You checked your phones time, "3:58", "Shooot!" You stepped on your pedal to pick up speed, your yoga session started @ 3:30!

You glanced at your phone again and saw your instructor call ringing in, but just in time you pulled into a parking spot in front of the small empty gym.

You ran in, "Im here!" You panted out of breath.

"Good!" The dirty-blond haired boy smirked, you walked over to him and laid down your purple Polka-dot mat flat on the hardwood floor.

"So are you ready to begin our session?" He called out, you nodded and got into a position.

VINNIES POV

I was waiting for her presence, "new yoga pants?" I thought to myself she usually wears the black lulu-lemons, clear enough to wear i could see her panties, but today she wore gray nike leggings. Her panties didnt show much but it still wrapped around her curves beautifully.

"Doggy pose!" I commanded her, she obeyed me.

I watched her drop to the floor and raise her beautiful ass up in the air, her form was perfect, but i still wanted a chance to touch her.

I walked over and kneeled down, and pressured her hips down to where her but was on me, I immediately caught a boner and i made sure she felt it to.

"Isn't this the child position thingy?" She questioned with quakiness in her voice.

"Just keep arching your back ba- i mean Y/n" i still had my veiny hands on her waist making her back arch pushing her ass more up on my dick.

Im very aware im a pervert, i mean thats what makes me unique, i just really wanna feel myself inside of her and i wanted her scream my name.

Without knowing i grabbed onto her squishy but firm ass and started to pull her leggings down.

Her breath quickened and i quickly gained back consciousness , "Shit im sorry" i apologized profusely, i really wasn't sorry.

"Its ok, keep going" she said with a freakier tone, i was intrigued, i thought she was innocent.

I pulled down her pants some more to where i could see her pussy,i gazed at her panties that was fully submerged in juices and her wetness. After that sight ill never be the same.

I pulled her panties to the side and licked her up and down like i was some sorta dog, she was moaning my name loudly as i found a sensitive part.

I take off her yoga pants completely and throw them at the large mirror.

I sit her onto my lap and demanded her to open her legs, giving her a sight of what her beautiful pussy looks like.

I began to rub her clit and she watched herself moan and tried to look away from the mirror, i jacked her head back in place.

"Look how beautiful you look y/n" i stuck 2 fingers into her and started to pump them slowly, the way she moaned was amazing, music to the ears.

I started to pick up speed and she started to close her legs, "Open your god damn legs" i yelled into her ear, she immediately took orders.

White oozy cum came out of her like a faucet and got all over my hand, she watched herself have a powerful orgasm.

I started rubbing her now EXTREMELY sensitive clit making her whimper.

"Look at the mess you made," i mocked into her ear, she looked ashamed of the mess quickly coming out of her.

"Its fine we can clean it when we are done~" i reminded her.

I laid her down then towered myself over the gorgeous woman and pulled out my rock hard dick thats been waiting for play, i slid it deep inside of her roughly and immediately started pounding her, i made SURE my balls slapped her ass, i made SURE she would positively not walk tomorrow.

She clenched onto my back digging into my skin and leaving red scratch marks.

I adored the pain.

"Oh yes Vinnie-" she said with that sweet moan.

I sat up from her grip and held her legs open continuing to hit my strokes deeper than the other, thats when i noticed a major increase of volume on her moans, "I found it huh princess?" She just nodded along because she could hardly get an english word out.

She began to close her legs to prepare herself for another powerful orgasm, i slapped her thigh and yelled once again "LEGS OPEN" making her whimper.

I got down low to her level and whispered "Hold that cum babygirl." Then rose back up.

I bit my lip as i felt her already tight pussy clench around my dick more, im gonna blow soon.

She was searching for something to grabbed and i offered her my hands.

"A-UhUhuhuh" she gutted as she felt me in her womb.

"Fuck im gonna cum" i said in a deeper tone to signify it was about to happen.

"Please cum deep inside of me" she begged, i did exactly that, i filled her up with cum, pounding in every drop of me. Allowing our cum to flow together.

I got back down to her level and kissed her passionately as i rode through my toe-clenching climax.

When i pulled out of her all of our cum began to stain her yoga mat.

"Now for doggy pose.." i continued

#fanfic #smut #vinnie

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kingsboroaurora · 4 years ago

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Discord Thread | Berora

FT. Aurora & Beth ( @bethanyrob94 )

DATE: August 23rd, 2020

SUMMARY: Aurora comes over to Beth’s place to have a serious talk with her. She confesses that she has feelings for her and asks if they want to make things official. Rora receives an answer she isn’t expecting and feels like her heart got ripped out of her chest.

TRIGGERS: mentions of bipolar disorder, mental illness, and PAIN

It was pretty obvious at the point that Beth really, really liked Aurora. She wanted to date her. God, she wanted to date her so bad. But she was so terrified of relationships at this point. She just had so many thoughts going through her bad and such a negative experience with her last relationship she never really thought she’d be ready for one...ever. At least not right now. Beth was freshly showered after work and had her favorite pair of comfy Lulu Lemons on. Her and Aurora were sat across from each other on Beth’s couch. She liked having Aurora’s company, especially since Ellie moved out. Her tiny apartment had been more lonely than ever lately. Aurora always brightened her day. “I completely agree....I mean I could pick apart the symbolism in that book all day.” She mused, dipping a California roll in soy sauce and tossing it in her mouth with the chop sticks. “Have you practiced using chopsticks since I taught you?” She chuckled.

Each and every time that Aurora and Beth would hang out, they only seemed to get closer and overall more comfortable with one another. The other had asked if she wanted to spend her evening with her and she said yes without any hesitation. Sitting on her couch, she ate the takeout they had ordered and she was enjoying this time with her. “You know, I actually have! Here let me show you and you can tell me if I’ve improved at all,” she let out a chuckle as she grabbed for her chopsticks and went to grab another piece of sushi.

“hey there you go!” She exclaimed with a laugh. That was so endearing and overall just really fucking cute. Beth actually taught her something, and aurora cared enough to practice it. Beth was probably overthinking the fact aurora bothered to learn that because Beth was the one that taught her. “Impressive.” She joked, looking over at the blonde and smiling when their eyes met.

"See, I'm getting there," she pointed out, finishing the roll and swallowing it. God, sushi had became one of her favorite things to order for take out. It was light and she was about to mix and match the different kinds of rolls she might want to try out. It was nice that Beth also had such a strong liking to sushi, the two had so much in common. "Thank you, thank you. How has your week been by the way?" she asked her.

Beth looked down at her food when her crush asked her how her week was. "Fine." She began. "Honestly, good. Like...New York has been so good to me. I haven't been this happy in a while. I'm close with my sister, I'm going to be an aunt soon, I have a really good job, and..." She paused and looked up at the blonde. "I obviously really like spending time with you." She said shyly. She gave her a quick smile then looked back down at her food because now she was blushing. Dammit.

”I’m so happy that things are going well for you, Beth. You deserve it and deserve to be happy,” she replied with a nod of her head. Beth was something she had gotten close to in a rather short amount of time but somebody she already cared so deeply for. “That feeling is mutual, but I think you already know that,” she gushed out. Aurora, just ask her already she thought to herself. Just do it. Of course she knew she enjoyed being around her, no shit.

Beth flushed. Hearing Rora saw all of those amazing things about her - like how she deserved to be happy and the blonde liked spending time with her. It just made her heart flutter. Beth reached out to grab her hand and squeezed it lightly. Bethany leaned in to give Aurora a soft, yet passionate kiss. She brought her free hand up to cup the back of her neck and pull her in closer. She pulled away after a moment. "Sorry." She mumbled. "You just looked so damn cute I couldn't help it." She mused.

Aurora hadn't been expecting Beth to kiss her with that much passion, but it was a sweet surprise. The blonde accepted the embrace, closing her eyes just for a moment to enjoy it. "Oh god, don't say sorry to me," she let out a giggle. "You're a good kisser and I think I'll always appreciate that."

Her look of embarrassment turned to one of joy when she told her that she was a good kisser. Bethany giggled along with her for a brief moment until a flip switched. "Yeah?" She said, a tiny smirk growing on her face. "I could kiss you again, if you wanted." She said with big, pleading, brown eyes.

"You know what?" Aurora raised a brow, a playful smirk forming on her lips. She was liking where this was headed. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, at all," she added on, drawing closer to her once more. The blonde tucked a piece of the other hair behind her ear, looking into Beth's eyes.

Beth blinked several times when her brown eyes met the younger’s blues. She smiled, trying to keep herself from blushing a rosy shade of pink. She bit down on her bottom lip before placing another kiss on the other woman’s lips, this tone with more passion. Her hand found the woman’s waist to bring her in a little closer.

Aurora let Beth deepen the kiss, feeling her arms wrap around her waist as she pulled her in closer. She was about to get lost in the moment when she realized she hadn’t gone over to her place to make out. As much as she just wanted to do that, her actual goal was to have an honest chat with her. Do the thing she’s been putting off for so long. Pulling away, she smiled at Beth. “I’ve, uh, been meaning to ask you something...,” she muttered out.

God, this was really what Beth was dreading. She knew this was coming soon, and she knew exactly what this question was going to be. And yes, she wanted to be auroras girlfriend so fucking bad. She was just perfect for Bethany. Literally everything the brunette could ever want in a partner. The Canadian pulled away and cleared her throat as she sat back. “Yeah?” She asked, hesitantly.

Aurora took a deep breath. She had been waiting for what seemed like a million years to ask this, even though the two of them had only known one another for a few months. The blonde knew that she just needed to rip the bandage off and fucking ask her, so that is what she was going to do. “Look, I really like you. Like, so much. I was wondering if you maybe....wanted things to become official between us?” She asked. God, it was now out there in the open.

Beth actually blushed when the blonde asked her that question, even though she knew it was coming. She was still taken so off guard. She just didn’t expect herself to feel this way; so excited, so full. Things felt so right with Aurora. More right than any relationship she’d ever been in. Say yes, Beth. Smiling, the physical therapist opened her mouth to speak. “Y — um...” Her smiled suddenly faded. “I mean...” She hesitated as he’d heart fell into her stomach and she felt like she was going to vomit. “I don’t think I’d be a good girlfriend. Like...I’m still having a hard time...my ex...he...” she couldn’t form a complete sentence and her anxiety was getting the best of her.

Aurora was only expecting Beth to be hesitant when asked such a huge question. She had opened up to her about some of her past relationships and how she was still trying to heal from them. The last thing she wanted to do was pressure the other to do something she wasn’t ready for. Yet, she felt her heart dropping to her as Beth started to talk. “Um,” she stuttered a bit. “Are you not ready?” She asked.

Beth’s heart literally fell into her stomach. She really fucking liked Aurora, and genuinely didn’t want anyone else. They were cut from the same stone and Beth felt like she could understand Aurora without her even having to speak. There was never a time where she was around the younger when she wasn’t smiling. Until now at least.”Rora...” She began, putting her feet on the floor and facing forward. She hunger her head. “I really like you. But my ex fucked me up so bad.” She admitted, blinking several times. She took a deep breathe. “And I haven’t told you this, but I have bipolar disorder. And i really struggle with it. And i have anxiety and depression which I’m sure you could’ve guessed by now.” She rarely told anyone this information. There was really only one other person in Kingsboro that new that about her, and it was Ellie. “I’d be a really awful girlfriend. And I know I’ve opened up to you a lot. And I trust you. But I don’t know when I’ll be ready for a relationship. I’m just...he honestly traumatized the fuck out of me and I don’t think I’ll be able to be a good girlfriend.” She admitted, finally looking over at the teacher.

This conversation sure wasn't getting easier. While Aurora was appreciating Bethany's honesty, it still hurt getting a response like this. Ava, Alison, and anybody else in her life that she had spoken to about her potential relationship with the other girl had reassured her that everything would be fine. That only an idiot would say no to someone like her. Yet there she was, in the midst of being rejected. Feeling her throat close up, it was almost like she couldn't speak. "I," she muttered out. "I....should probably go," she shook her head, trying her hardest not to cry. God, this was so hard.

Beth just wanted to curl up in a hole and stay there forever. Dark, alone and where no one could ever find her. She was on the verge of fucking tears as Aurora got up to leave her apartment. She brought her legs into her chest and held the tightly, laying her forehead between her knees. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m sorry.” She her voice was muffled because she couldn’t look up. She’d cry if she did. She was so mad. SO mad. Her ex had really fucked yo her chances of ever being happy again. She wasn’t going to stop Aurora from leaving. She knew if she stayed things would only get worse. “I’m really sorry.” She repeated. She felt like she had completely lead the younger on; told her how much she liked her, liked being around and loved kissing her. What a tease, Beth. She probably hates you now.

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harryandmolly · 5 years ago

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Change of Pace - 11 (Summer 2019)

cowritten by @achinglyshawn

summary: Shawn and Maya meet again 10 years after life got in the way of love

warnings: language

wc: 7.1k

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Maya rolls on top of Shawn with a dramatic sigh. She props her chin up on his chest and pokes insistently at his shoulder, blinking quickly.

“Ok. Seriously. Wake up.”

Maya’s been rolling around for half an hour waiting for him to stir and wake with her. She’s got that itchy feeling in her skin that tells her she needs to get up and get out to the beach. She tries not to get too cheesy and spiritual about it, but the ocean is calling. She has to answer.

Maya lowers her face to his bare chest and leaves sweet, soft kisses all over before turning them into wet, sharp nips, hoping to get his attention. She knows she wore him out last night but it is definitely, absolutely time to get up.

Shawn is startled awake by a sharp sting to his chest. His head pops up, curls flopping over his forehead as he presses himself up on one forearm. He blinks blearily, a tired huh? falling from his lips.

He feels Maya draped on top of him before his vision clears. His eyelids flutter a few more times and there she is, looking down at him like an impatient kid on Christmas.

He grins, wide and lazy.

“Hi. Can I help you?” His voice is raspy with sleep and strained from his near-constant moaning last night. He lifts one hand to her back, pressing his palm into her warm skin and spreading his fingers. He strokes her gently as his elbow slips and his head falls back onto his pillow.

He wishes he could wake up like this every damn day. But he can’t, so he’ll treasure these mornings while there’s still time.

Maya smiles with childlike delight when her nibble on his chest finally wakes him up. She crawls a little further up his chest and feels the gentle pressure of his hand on her back. When she gets to her destination, she’s propped up over him so their heads are level. She nudges her nose against his playfully.

“Yes, hello there, I’ve been trying to gently wake you up for like a half hour but I had to resort to other methods.”

She decides to butter him up with lots of warm, soft kisses across the smooth planes of his face because she knows he’ll have a reaction when he realizes what time it is, or clues in to the fact that it’s still mostly dark outside. He won’t be upset, exactly, but he’ll roll his eyes and mumble and smash his face into the pillows. She drops her lips to his and hums because even with morning breath she thinks he tastes good. Or maybe she’s just totally infatuated.

“S’okay,” he says through a yawn, eyes closing as her lips explore his face, “I like it a little rough.”

His lips quirk into a smile but he keeps his eyes shut, lets the feeling of her mouth on his skin wash over his sleep-heavy body. He doesn’t even know what time it is, but he thinks he could lie here like this for years. Or at least a couple more hours. Maybe they’ll fall asleep like this and then when they wake up again, she’ll let him make her come.

Her lips find his and he groans softly into the kiss, his hand moving from her spine to cup the back of her head.

“Can we go to the beach baby?” she murmurs into his mouth, sliding her fingers into his hair to massage his scalp and bend him to her will.

His sleepy morning fantasy is ruined with her gentle request. He groans against her mouth and turns his face away from hers, pressing his cheek into the pillow.

“Right now?” he says groggily as he turns his back to her, finally opening his eyes once more. He realizes now that it’s basically still dark out, that he can barely see Maya’s pretty face in the dim light of dawn.

He won’t say no, but he doesn’t have to give in right away. It’s fun to watch her plead her case.

Maya smiles at the predictability of Shawn’s reaction. Her hand falls from his hair when he turns his face away to pout. As he groans at her, she sits forward and buries her face in his neck to tickle him with her fluttering eyelashes.

“I just checked the surf forecasts. Swells are 2ft at 15 seconds. Offshore wind only. C’mon, Shawn, it’s against my religion to miss waves like that. And I have to get there before all the loser surf bros do,” she reasons, dragging her lips off his warm, welcoming neck to widen her eyes at him.

Maya doesn’t have to use the weather and tides to convince him, but he likes when she talks like a surfer. It’s incredibly sexy. He keeps his face buried in the pillow, though, not one to give in too easily. She’s just so good at being persuasive. He wants to know what else she’s got up her sleeve.

When she sees no reaction, she purses her lips and lifts a hand to trace a slow circle around his adam’s apple. Her finger trails down his chest to brush over his nipple and continue until she can slot her fingers between his ribs and feel his heart beating smoothly.

She lowers her voice and hoods her eyes. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

Her fingers leave a trail of blazing fire in their wake, his whole body heating up from her attention. Her hand finds his ribcage, right over his fluttering heart, and he knows she can tell he’s a little more awake than he’s letting on.

He sucks in a gentle breath, turning his face from the pillow and blinking up at her. His tongue glides along his lower lip.

I want you to stay here, with me, forever.

“Okay. I’ll take a million dollars, rich girl.”

Maya snickers and pops up on her hands and knees over him, biting her lip.

“Will you take a check or do you want cold hard cash?”

She’s only kind of joking. She could probably give him a million dollars without too much trouble. She really does have entirely too much money.

“I want you to pull out as much cash as the ATM will let you and then dump it on the bed so we can roll around in it. Have you ever done that? Or is that a tacky thing only poor people dream about?”

Maya rolls her eyes. “It just sounds dirty, actually. And not in the fun, sexy way.”

She pushes off her hands and sits up so she’s straddling his torso. Her fingers brush over his chest teasingly. She cocks her head and decides to sweeten the deal a little more.

“I’ll roll us a joint,” she offers, lifting an eyebrow.

Checkmate.

Shawn’s hands quickly find Maya’s thighs, fingers curling into her soft skin, stroking gently over the stretch marks he loves. She’s looking at him like she’s coming up with a plan to somehow eat him alive. He wouldn’t mind, actually. What a way to go.

She offers something almost as equally enticing. He grins.

“Well, twist my leg, why don’t you, eh?” he murmurs as he slides her towards his thighs while he sits up. They’re chest to chest as he straightens out, and he curls one heavy arm around her waist to keep her close.

Maya’s nose wiggles as she bites down a snarky comment about his very adorable, very Canadian “eh?” and instead nestles up against him, wraps her arms around his shoulders.

“So I get to smoke the whole thing while you surf, right?” he asks with a teasing smirk before kissing the apple of her cheek.

“Don’t get greedy,” she warns him, running the tip of her nose along his jaw, “Or I won’t share with you at all.”

With a grin, she springs off his lap, stark naked, and yanks at her dry bikini and wetsuit that are hanging in the ensuite bathroom. “So is that a yes?”

She’s gone before he gets the chance to kiss her. He’ll chase her down for one later. She’s already in the bathroom, tugging her wetsuit onto her body before he can give a definitive answer. He laughs, falls back onto the bed, his curls flopping out on the pillow.

“It’s a whatever you want, Lemon,” he calls, letting himself rest his eyes for a few more minutes before rolling out of bed.

His entire body cracks when he stands. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s getting old, but he kind of is. He’ll be 36 like, any day now, and then he’ll be closer to 40 than 30 and that’s-- he groans, goes to pull on a swimsuit and decides not to think about it.

Maya scrambles into her wetsuit and feels her skin prickle with anticipation at the sound of the zipper as she tugs it. That sound means freedom and sun and sand and ocean and only positive associations. She craves it. Kind of like she craves him.

With a toothbrush shoved in her mouth, she looks out the window. The streetlights are still on. God, he really must be crazy about her because she knows he’s not really a morning person like she’s always been, even in college. The palms sing with the breeze as the deep dark of night starts to fade up into a hazy blue. She inhales at the open window and smells sea air.

He calls to her as he steps into his shorts, letting the band snap against his waist, “Do you want me to pack up some snacks or should we swing by the diner first?”

Shawn’s voice startles her. She turns around and bobs her head at him before she spits. “Snacks. No time for diner. No time, no time.”

He slides behind her at the sink, reaching over her shoulder for his toothbrush as she finishes up. He watches her flit around her room while he brushes his teeth.

She won’t relax again until she’s on the beach. Her board is already racked up on her ridiculous orange Wrangler. She has a go bag with beach stuff in the car.

She reaches for his hand. “C’mon!”

He barely has the chance to spit before she’s grabbing him and hauling him downstairs. He laughs behind her, scrubbing a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

“Lulu, the snacks,” he insists, stopping in the kitchen. He extracts himself from her vice grip to dig through the pantry for bags of chips and dried fruit, as well as trail mix and the beef jerky Maya is weirdly fond of. He grabs a cloth Whole Foods bag hanging on a hook and dumps the food there.

Right, right, the snacks. She’s practically buzzing around the kitchen while he stocks up for their day. The closer she gets to her board, the more eagerness she feels to fling herself into the ocean.

He hooks the bag over his shoulder and follows Maya out to the Wrangler, watching her double check her board that sits atop the orange vehicle.

Finally, finally, they’re out the door. Maya steps into the driver’s seat barefoot and wiggles her eyebrows at him, turning on her headlights in the still cool, dark morning. Before she pulls out of the stony driveway, she leans over the center console and plants her lips to his briefly.

“Thank you.”

The drive to the beach is short. Most mornings, Maya walks out in front of her house to surf but the forecasts this morning have her pointing a little further down the beach for the best swells. They’re parking in the empty lot in under five minutes. Maya licks her lips as she looks out to the water and feels the adrenaline start to rush.

She reaches for her beach bag in the back seat and pulls out her cosmetic bag she’s repurposed as a weed bag. She winks at him, leaning back in her seat and lifting her leg to fold under her as she uses her knee as a joint rolling surface.

Shawn likes to think that, even though she hasn’t said it, Maya shows him she loves him in little ways. Like the press of her lips to his, the gentle thanks she gives, the wink she sends him before she starts rolling the joint.

“Missed this,” she murmurs gently, keeping her eyes on her work.

Her quiet admission has his heart flipping in his chest. He settles back into his seat as he watches her deft fingers, temple tipped against the headrest.

“Missed you,” he replies, his voice a rasped whisper.

Maya ignores the way the hair on the back of her neck stands up when he tells her he missed her. The sudden alertness reminds her of what she hasn’t told him. What she doesn’t know how to tell him.

Shawn watches Maya lift the joint to her lips, little pink tongue darting out as she licks over the adhesive strip before smoothing it down along the length of the roll.

“S’pretty,” he murmurs. She’s always been better with joints than him. Small, nimble fingers and all.

She glances down at the joint she’s just rolled quite expertly if she does say so herself. She lifts her eyebrow haughtily and grins at him. “They always are.”

She slips her Bic lighter out of the center console and lights the joint, taking a deep, long inhale. She passes the joint to Shawn and smiles through her exhale, tipping her head back until the smoke surrounds her in a musky cloud.

“The sea is calling,” she whispers dramatically, a wicked glint in her eye as she leaps out the driver’s side door and goes about yanking her board off the rack on top of her car.

Shawn’s still choking down smoke when Maya leaps from the car, sighing dramatically about the sea like she’s secretly a mermaid. She might be, he doesn’t know for sure. He’s never been out that deep with her.

He tucks the joint back between his lips as he grabs the snack bag and hoists himself out of the car, not even bothering to keep up with her as he lazily wanders down the beach.

“Don’t hit your head on the board because you’re high!” he calls after her, taking the joint between his fingers. She’s not really that high, not from one hit, but he likes teasing her. He smiles as he watches her dump her bag with their towels on the beach and scurry down to the shore so she can paddle out to the waves she’s desperate to ride.

He could get used to mornings like this. He could get used to anything with her. He could dive head first into it, just like she dives head first into the sea.

He drops the snacks and flicks the ashy end of the joint, taking another hit as he lays a towel from Maya’s beach bag on the sand. He settles on his back, lifted onto his elbow with his legs crossed as he lazily puffs on the joint. He stubs it out on the bottom of his sandal after a minute, knowing how much Maya likes a nice big hit once she’s back from the water.

Maya barely hears Shawn’s teasing cries as she hustles toward the water with her ankle strap secured and her heavy board under her arm.

She grins at the cold water when she reaches it. A wave laps at her feet like it’s saying hello. She hums deep in her chest and kicks into it until the water reaches her waist. She lifts herself onto her board and starts paddling. It feels so good.

Those waves Maya was waiting for? They’re coming. She can feel them coming, but they’re not here yet. So she has time to think.

She knows sitting behind her, watching her with that smile on his face, is the man she once thought she’d get to spend the rest of her life with. When she walked away from him, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see him again. She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, waving shyly.

The truth is, she still has so much to riddle out about how she’s feeling about all this. The resurgence of them, the lies she’s told, her inner dialogue, everything’s getting so tangled. Surfing helps take that away.

Shawn watches Maya wade into the water, then hike herself up on her board. His stomach twists as she paddles her way into the horizon he can barely see at five in the morning.

His chest swells. He holds his breath. He always worries about sharks. He’s always nervous about riptides.

But she’s always beautiful when she surfs.

He knows she’s waiting for those perfect waves to start rolling in. He thinks maybe she can smell them, maybe even feel them before she can see them.

She’s always been good in the water.

He wonders if a mermaid could ever really love a human.

He lights the joint, takes another hit, and watches Maya wait for the waves.

Maya closes her eyes and starts paddling. She can feel the way the sea is sucking back away from her fingers into a building swell. She’s going to chase it down. The only thing about it is it takes her further from him. Her heart’s on the beach and her body’s in the water.

She duck dives beneath the surface. It’s cold and dark and startling. She gasps for air when she pops back up because the water is bracing. As the wave builds to where she wants it, she turns and paddles until she pops up to stand on the board. It’s fucking thrilling, the first wave of the morning. She breathes in slowly, shifting her balance, bouncing the board a little and giggling. She rides the wave until it caps off and she dives backwards off the edge of the board.

Maya resurfaces with a grin, looking for his approving gaze, trying not to feel like a child seeking a parent’s attention. She just… she loves the way he looks at her when she’s doing something impressive.

He holds a puff of smoke in his mouth as Maya gets up onto her first wave. She rides it with ease, but he can’t exhale until she dives back down into the water.

Shawn tugs his lip beneath his teeth as he waits for her to pop back up. When she does, he feels his heart settle against his ribs. It stutters, though, when she flips her salt-soaked hair over her shoulder and turns to look for him, a proud smile spreading her lips.

He grins back, just as proud as she is, but also incredibly awestruck. He’s never been able to surf like her. He doesn’t feel connected to it like that, though. He’s glad Maya does. He loves watching her get lost in doing what she loves.

Two or three waves later, she’s dragging her board back to shore, exhausted and ready for a break. She sweeps her hair over her shoulder and leans down for a kiss.

She doesn’t give him time to make some stupid comment about being glad she didn’t get taken by the kraken. She gathers her hair behind her neck and drops down to press her lips to his. He grunts, hand coming up to cup her jaw. The joint lies forgotten on the towel beneath him, if only for the moment.

Maya smiles into his lips, tasting the smoke on him. She tilts back before too long to look at him with a stupid grin. She pecks him one more time before plopping down on the towel in front of him, clocking the sunrise behind his shoulder.

“Feeling good, baby?” she teases, nodding to the mostly-smoked joint behind him.

She reaches back and tugs at her wetsuit zipper until she can wriggle her arms out and push it down around her waist, left in her bikini top. She turns and slides back into his chest, waiting for him to shrug his arms around her and relight the joint.

All he can do is give her a lazy nod and a crooked smile as he watches her peel her wetsuit down. His fingers itch to tug at the little bow of her bikini top so they can be totally topless together, but this isn’t Europe so he resists.

Maya settles between his legs, falling back against his chest like there’s no better seat in the house. Shawn smiles to himself as he reaches back for the joint, keeping one palm planted on the towel while he wraps his arm around her waist.

“Got the lighter?” he hums, holding the joint up to her between his forefinger and thumb. He drops his lips to her shoulder, kissing her salt-soaked skin as Maya grabs the bic in front of her.

Maya plucks the joint from his fingers. She lights it, takes a long inhale and holds it in for as long as it takes for a wave she’s watching to swell, crash, and then recede from the shore. She breathes out and holds it up for him over her shoulder.

She looks down at his arm around her waist. She traces the tip of her finger around a freckle on his forearm. She blinks lazily and smiles.

“You remember that summer we came out here together?”

He’s busy nosing gently at her neck, following a trail of freckles splattered from her shoulder to her ear. Her question snaps him from his daze. He takes the joint from between her fingers and smiles.

“‘Course,” he starts before hitting the joint, turning his head to exhale the smoke away from her. “I remember we rented that cottage like two miles down from here. You liked it because it was next to the surf shop.”

He nips at her shoulder, reaching around to lift the joint to her lips once more.

He remembers she also liked that the cottage had a beach facing patio with high fence so the neighbors couldn’t see in. She liked being able to watch the sunset over the horizon as they fucked on the weatherproofed daybed, she liked the hummingbirds in the bushes in the mornings, and how the sun would shine through the windows at 3 in the afternoon, so she could get the best light for her painting.

He remembers everything.

Maya tilts her head forward slightly to take the hit he offers her. She lets the smoke seep out of her mouth as she leans further back into him, indicating she’s had enough. She turns her face so her cheek rests against his chest.

“I was obsessed with the surf shop,” she recalls with a chuckle, shaking her head. She had learned to surf as a kid when she used to vacation in Hawaii with her parents. Avila Beach’s reputation as a great surfing community was one of the draws when she and Shawn rented there. She befriended Denny, the droopy-eyed, perennially stoned but deeply knowledgeable shopkeeper and his cat Frisco. Maya didn’t really like cats but she loved Frisco. He was enormously fat and gray and lazy and did figure eight circuits between her legs when she came to visit.

“I remember the first night we got here,” she whispers, closing her eyes, “I remember how the cottage smelled when we walked in. I remember ordering from the deli in town. I remember falling asleep on the daybed on the porch. And then we woke up in the middle of the night and--”

She doesn’t think she needs to finish. She thinks he probably remembers that too. She trails off with a giggle.

He smiles into the top of Maya’s head, snubbing out the joint on the sandal that rests next to the towel as she settles into his chest.

Shawn presses a kiss to her hair, letting her reminisce about their first night in Avila and remembering that first night, too. He laughs softly as she fades to a giggle.

“Just like last night, eh?” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose softly into her salty hair. He tightens his arm around her waist, trying to pull her closer into him even though he doesn’t think it’s actually possible.

Maya’s face warms at the thought of last night. Her whole body warms at the memory of waking up with him, lying on top of him, her head rising and falling with his chest. She feels him trying to pull her even closer like he won’t be satisfied until they’re one being. She understands the feeling.

Shawn reaches for the bag of snacks, plopping it between Maya’s thighs before settling his arm around her waist once more.

“Gotta eat, Lemon.”

Her bleary eyes perk up at his snack offering. She sifts through the bag and finds an orange to peel. She hands him a banana because it has the perfect number of spots that he likes his bananas to have.

“Do you have to be at the shop today?” she wonders, lifting her eyes to the sky as she thinks, “I can’t actually remember what day it is. I have beach brain.”

She tucks a wedge of orange between her lips and hums at the citrusy sweetness.

He accepts the banana gladly, sitting up a little straighter to wrap both of his arms around her. He tucks his chin over her shoulder, looking down as he picks at the speckled yellow banana peel.

Shawn shrugs. He probably should go into the shop. No one has a pick-up scheduled but he has a few guitars sitting in stands, waiting for his attention. Plus the piano. Not that he’s getting paid to build that, but the faster he gets it finished, the faster he can sell it and get more money in the bank.

“Probably should. But you could hang out if you want. Draw or something. I wouldn’t mind the company,” he hums, taking a bite of his banana and trying to act way cooler than he feels.

He’s vying for her attention again, just like he always would when they were in college. He’s perfectly capable of working alone, just like he was perfectly capable of studying alone, or writing music alone. But he always preferred being with her. He still does.

He hopes she can’t feel his frenzied heartbeat against her back.

Maya blinks. Something in her wants to back away slowly when he mentions her coming along to draw at the shop.

She used to draw with him all the time. Hell, she used to draw him all the time. He was one of her favorite subjects -- the slopes and planes of his face, the structure of his hands, the beautiful length of his body. But she hasn’t drawn in front of anyone since she tried to go to that weekend sketch class at the Met about 8 years ago and walked out almost mid-panic attack.

“I’d rather come watch you work,” she says, hoping it sounds breezy instead of strained.

Her eyes drop when she feels the quickened beat of his pulse. She tells herself she doesn’t need to feel guilty, she’s just not… there yet.

She reminds herself she won’t be if she just tells him the truth.

She could say it now -- just blurt it out and see what happens. “I’m not going back to New York.” It wouldn’t even be that hard.

But it is.

Shawn takes another bite of his banana.

“Okay,” he swallows, licking the corner of his lip, “Whatever you want. You can sit there and stare at my ass if that’s what you’re into.”

He kisses the side of her head before finishing off the banana and dropping the peel next to their towel.

Maya’s smile is half-hearted, but she’s facing away from him.

“That’s definitely what I’m into,” she jokes, picking at her orange peel. She holds up a wedge over her shoulder to feed it to him.

Shawn knows not to push Maya about the drawing thing. He’s noticed her relationship to art seems kind of… strained these days. If he were braver, he’d ask her about it. But these days he feels thankful that she just wants to be in the same room as him; he’s not sure he should push it by delving into the more personal stuff.

He pretends it doesn’t hurt, and that the rift between them that makes him feel like they can’t be truly open with one another isn’t painfully palpable.

He’s really good at pretending, these days.

Shawn tilts down, plucking the orange wedge from her fingers with his teeth. He sucks on it as Maya grows quiet in front of him, resting more of her weight against his chest.

Maya wants to pivot the conversation away from this. She’d rather dive into something else, but everything feels like dangerous territory. She wants to ask about how he learned to make instruments, how he decided to open a shop, why he came back to Avila. She wants to know more about the circumstances surrounding his divorce.

But how can she expect him to be honest with her if she can’t be honest with him?

She takes a deep breath and swallows the last bite of orange. She turns her cheek back to his chest and noses at him gently.

“I think I’m ready for a nap.”

She smiles. She always gets like this. She sprints out the door before sunrise, drags him to the beach, smokes, surfs for an hour, smokes some more. As soon as she gets food in her, she’s ready to pass out on his chest.

He finishes his orange slice and sucks the juice from his fingers while keeping one steady arm around Maya. He’s busy sucking on his thumb when he feels her nose against his chest.

“You wanna go back?”

Shawn tilts his head to look down at her, but her eyes are closed as she looks like she might fall asleep right here. He doesn’t blame her. It’s just now 6 am. The sun hasn’t even broken the horizon.

“I’ll drive,” he murmurs, dropping his lips to her hair.

Maya feels a little guilty for dragging him out for only an hour. She knows him, knows he would’ve rather stayed in bed and had a lazy morning with her. She can make up for that.

She flutters her eyes open and smiles at the warmth in his cheeks.

“Kay,” she hums, “Let’s get back into bed.”

Maya carefully extricates herself from his arms and stands, helping him up. In five minutes, they’re packed up and Maya’s yawning as she tucks herself into the passenger seat.

She gazes at him while he drives them home. He’s so patient with her, with her whims and her quirks and everything about herself she doesn’t quite like. She thinks maybe he’s an angel. She looks down at his fingers resting on the gear shift. She brushes her fingertips over them and closes her eyes again.

Shawn keeps his eyes on the road, but stretches his fingers when she teases over his knuckles. He reaches up and laces their fingers together, his palm still pressed to the gear shift.

Maya doesn’t say anything, so he doesn’t either. He doesn’t mind the silence. He just likes being alone with her.

They’re back at her place in no time. Shawn takes the snack bag and the beach bag with their dirty towels and slings them over his shoulder as Maya wrestles her board from the top of the car.

He stops at the top of the stairs of her deck, turning to look down at her as she trails behind him.

“How sandy are you?” he asks with a quirk of his brow, glancing back at the outdoor shower tucked in the corner of the deck. He looks back at Maya and smiles, tilting his head.

“I can wash your hair.”

Maya’s almost asleep when she feels the car gently lurch into park in her driveway. She is negotiating her board off the car to bring it into the garage because it needs a wax when Shawn pipes up.

Maya blinks and looks down. She’s hella sandy. And starting to get itchy.

Maya props her board up in its rack in the garage and hears her flip flops slap the deck steps as she climbs them two at a time. She stops beside him and presses a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Yes please,” she whispers, kicking off her flip flops on the way to the secluded corner of the deck where the doorless shower is installed against the wall. She has hedges high enough to ensure total privacy and Bumble and Bumble bath products on the built-in shelf. It’s pretty much perfect.

Maya turns on the water and starts wriggling out of her wetsuit, eager for Shawn’s gentle hands on her scalp.

Shawn only lets himself watch Maya undress for a moment. He could easily get carried away watching her, but she’s expecting him to join her. Quickly, he scrambles out of his shirt and swim shorts and follows her to the shower.

She’s pulling her wetsuit off of her feet when he approaches her. He cups her waist gently so she knows he’s there, then reaches for strings of her bikini, tied into a bow at the nape of her neck. He tugs gently, watching as the strings fall away from her shoulders.

Maya doesn’t jump at the feel of his hand against her bare skin. She doesn’t know if it’s her drowsiness or her keen sense of him that has her jumpy reflexes dulled, but she eases into his touch right away.

He’s always very helpful getting her undressed, she thinks with a chuckle as the strings of her little black bikini top fall and dance around her thighs. She tugs at the bow below her shoulder blades and tosses the triangle top away on the deck to dry off.

“These too?” he murmurs, walking his fingers down her side until he reaches the little bow on her hip. He teases the strings, but doesn’t pull. Instead, he drops his lips to her shoulder and presses a lazy kiss into her skin.

She feels his fingers even hotter against her skin than the water that’s coursing down her stomach. She nods, closing her eyes when she feels his lips. She lifts a delicate hand and rests it on the back of his neck.

“Mhmm,” she answers just as gently, “Those too.”

She drops a hand to her opposite hip and works on that little bow as he handles the other side.

Once the little bikini bottoms are pooled at Maya’s feet, Shawn takes a step into her, pressing himself to her back so they can share the shower stream.

He presses his neck into the small curve of her hand while his nose nudges her temple gently. He’ll lather his hands with shampoo and get down to business in a minute. Right now, he just wants to feel her pressed against him.

Shawn’s finds the soft curve of her belly with his broad palms. He presses his fingertips into her skin as he kisses the angle of her jaw. He’s not after anything, not when he knows how tired she is from probably not sleeping at all in anticipation of waves.

Shawn just likes being close to her. He likes leaving little hints, gentle gestures to remind her he’s here, if she needs him, and he loves her, if that’s okay.

Maya kicks the bikini bottoms out next to her top and focuses on Shawn. Her hand falls from his neck when his hands enfold her stomach. She places her hands on top of his and just lets him hold her. His hands don’t wander, his kisses are soft and chaste. He just wants to be close.

She can let him get this close. Not any closer. Not yet.

Maya exhales slowly. She tilts her head back on his shoulder, feels the salt in her hair scraping against his warm skin. She keeps her eyes closed because the shower head is directing water at their shoulders so she couldn’t pass potential tears off as shower water. She has to keep it together. But it’s hard, when all she wants to do is feel like she can be fully here with him, totally present, cards on the table. Every day she lies it gets harder.

He kisses her cheek, then the top of her head.

Eventually, he pulls away, but just enough to turn Maya and nudge her beneath the water so he can help her wash the salt from her hair. He gives her a quiet smile as he reaches around her for the shampoo.

“Ready?”

Shawn turns her gently. The rushing of water in her ears is a welcome reprieve. She smiles sleepily up at him.

“Thank you, baby.”

It’s a broader thank you than one just for his offer to wash her hair. She hopes he can feel that.

Shawn lathers his hands with shampoo as Maya lets the water soak through her hair. Her smile is tired as she looks up at him. He smiles back, shrugging a little as he reaches for her, sliding his soapy fingers through her hair.

“I like doing it,” he murmurs, gently massaging his fingertips in small circles. He moves over her scalp, from the top of her head to the nape of her neck, humming quietly as he does so. He gathers the length of her hair in one hand, giving it a squeeze before pulling his soap-covered fingers through it.

Maya watches him as he watches his hands in her hair. They’re so big they cover most of her scalp all at once. And he’s so gentle. This particular skill might’ve been one he practiced in her absence. That would be ok, she tells herself.

She fights her eyes that want to drift closed. She wants to look at him. She wants to watch him take care of her. A part of her knows she deserves the tenderness. She doesn’t want to miss this. She’ll want to hold onto it when she tells him the truth. She’ll need it.

He finishes his scrubbing, brings his thumb to her chin and tilts her head back so the water can rinse away the shampoo. Shawn reaches for the conditioner, squeezing a dollop the size of a nickel into his hand.

“Turn around, Lemon,” he murmurs, giving her a soft smile.

She does finally let her eyes slide shut when he rinses her hair. She lets a shuddering breath escape her chest and tightens her jaw.

She turns at his request and steps closer to him. She craves his touch, even just on her hair. She needs it. Maya needs him.

He brings his conditioner-slick fingers to her hair, slowly tangling his fingers in her locks, avoiding the roots because he knows she doesn’t like to use a lot of conditioner close to her scalp. Something about the extra oil, so he tries to be careful.

He tries to work the cream through her hair in the same way they do at the hair salon when he goes for a cut. He rolls strands of her hair between his fingers, gets carried away studying the contrast of her dark hair on his pale skin.

He’s meticulous and careful and completely focused despite the early hour. He holds her thick, snarled hair between his fingers and massages the conditioner through as though he does it every day.

It makes her dizzy.

She blinks and almost has to plant a hand on the shower wall. Instead, she reaches back and cups her hand around his hip. He’s sturdier than any wall, to her, anyway.

Eventually he’s able to tug himself out of his reverie, pulling his fingers from her hair and tipping her head forward carefully so he can rinse the conditioner away. He glides his palms over her head, watching the soapy water sluice down her back.

“Okay, sugar,” he murmurs once he’s satisfied her hair is thoroughly rinsed. He cups her hip and turns her carefully, reaching to tilt her chin up so he can look at her. “Back to bed?”

He turns her around again and places his warm, rough fingers under her chin. Before she answers him, she lifts onto her toes and plants her hands on his chest, kissing him slow and deep.

She steps back and turns off the water with a tired smile. “Back to bed,” she confirms.

She takes his hand, walking him around the corner to her stack of expensive, fluffy towels. She wraps one around his shoulders with a giggle and tucks hers around her chest.

He gladly accepts the towel, smiling down at her as he dries himself off.

“This is like a five star hotel, Lu,�� he says with a crooked grin, noting the fact that the towels are nice and warm. She’s got all kinds of amenities in this little cottage of hers. He knows it’s something she used to dream of, having the perfect beach house that has everything she could ever need for surfing and art. He’s glad she’s got it now.

They leave their cold, drying clothes on the deck as Shawn leads her inside and up the stairs to her bedroom. He drops her hand when they reach her way too comfortable bed, drying himself off once more before crawling under the sheets, settling back against the pillows with his arms tucked behind his head as Maya slips in next to him.

He doesn’t know how much more sleep he can get. Now that he’s been up, he’s pretty awake, but Shawn knows Maya’s teetering on the edge of slumber. She’s always sleepy after a good morning in the waves. Probably sleepier now that they’re like, old. He doesn’t feel old when they’re together, though. He never knew what adults meant by that before, but now he feels it in his bones with her.

He’ll rest his eyes as she sleeps. Maybe he’ll write another song about her in his head. It’s been happening more and more lately, since they’ve been spending more and more time together.

Maya shuffles the towel through her hair and slings it haphazardly across the towel bar in her bathroom. It’s the last conscious move she can make before she collapses into bed beside him.

Shawn settles in against the pillows. Her base human instincts have her crawling nearly on top of him, resting her head on his chest to hear his steady, comforting heartbeat beneath her ear. He’s warm and stable and the rhythm of his breathing feels like the waves she loves so much. She lets them carry her off.

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COLOURLESS DREAM set list

■■Vol.4 2017 12/17

■Conta 1st Under Two Flags / Masks It’s Immaterial / A Gigantic Raft In The Philippines The Laughing Apple / Precious Feeling JulianCope / 24a Velocity Crescent Blue Hollow / Inhale Presence / Act Of Faith Fools Dance / The Collector The Wild Swans / Archangels

■24no 1st This Mortal Coil / Sixteen Days - Gathering Dust Fra Lippo Lippi / Some Things Never Change Gene Loves Jezebel / Bruises (Orignial Extended Version) Radiohead / High And Dry Slowdive / Star Roving My Bloody Valentine / Never Say Goodbye

■久保田稔人 1st Repetition / The Still Reflex Style Syndrome / Shinning The Vail / Twist Dead Can Dance / Carnival Of Light The Creaturs / Mad Eyed Screamer Oate Wylie / Sinful The Blue Angels / Candy The Icicle Works / Love Is A Wonderful Colors

■小野島大 1st Alien Sex Fiend / R.I.P. (Blue Drumb Truck) Belfegore / All That I Wanted (Extrended Club Mix) Cult / Spiritwalker Bauhaus / Lagartija Nick Killing Joke / Tension The Birthday Party / Releace The Bats a clan of XYMOX / A Day (Remix) Sioixsie & The Banshees / Fireworks (12” Version)

■migon The Psychedelic Furs / Heatbreak Beat Clan Of Xymox / Loneliness TheCult / Dreamtime PlayDead / Propaganda Bauhaus / In The Flat Field Love & Rockets / Motorcycle MarchViolets / SnakeDance Gene Loves Jezbel / Desire The Bolshoi / Sunday Morning The Sound / Skeletons Sad Lovers And Giants / Echoplay

■Guest DJ Xerstorkitte From Australia Siouxsie and the Banshees / Spellbound Sisters Of Marcy / Vision Thing Alien Sex Fiend / Walk the Line She Wants Revenge / Tear You Apart Joy Division / Love Will Tear Us Apart Killing Joke / Love Like Blood Peter Murphy / Cuts You Up

■24no 2nd The Bubblemen / The Bubblemen Are Coming Tones On Tail / Christian Says Bauhaus / The Passion Of Lovers (Live) Death Cult / Christians (Live) U2 / Bad (Live) The Sound / Fatal Flaw All About Eve / End Of The Day Siouxsie & The Banshees / Candyman The Sisters Of Mercy / Walk Away

■久保田稔人 2nd 17 Pygmies / Chameleon The Colors Out Of Time / She Spins Blue China / Tomorrow Never Knows Modern Eon / Watching The Dancers The Church / Myrrh Silent Running / When The 12th Of Never Comes School Of Seven Bells / Ablaze The Horrors / Point Of No Reply The Chameleons / The Fan And The Bellows

■Conta 2nd All That Jazz/Banner Of Love The Cure / Lullaby Modern English / Swans On Glass Wasted Youth / Rebecca’s Room Flesh For Lulu / Roman Candle The Sound / Golden Soldiers The Teardrop Explodes / Colours Fly Away Joy Division / No Love Lost Siouxsie & The Banshees / Mirage Killing Joke / Sanity Peter Murphy / Blue Heart The Chameleons / Tears

■小野島大 2nd My Bloody Velentine / Soon (The Andy Weatherall Mix) Curve / Coast is Clear Lush / Sweetness and Light The Boo Radleys / The Finest Kiss Swervedriver / Rave Down Radiohead / Just The Cure / Why Can’t I Be You? (12” Mix) B-Movie / Nowhere Girl (Version) The Lotus Eaters / The First Picture Of You Echo & The Bunnymen / The Killing Moon (All Night Version) U2 / October

■■Vol.3 2016 12/11

■migon 1st Death In June /Black Radio Dead Can Dance / Carnival Of Light Cocteau Twins / Ivo The KVB / Night Games She Past Away / Sann/Hallucination The The / Flesh And Bones Virgin Prunes / Deline And Fall Bauhaus / Spirit

■Conta 1st Dole / Rumroad The Shamen / Happy Days Wah! Heat / Better Scream Care / Whatever Possessed You Black / Hey Presto Ian McCulloch / Lover Lover Lover Electrafixion / Zephyr Echo & The Bunnymen / Crystal Days

■24no 1st Chapterhouse / Breather The Boo Radleys / Lazy Day Sweet Jesus / Real Babe Catherine Wheel / Shallow The Charlottes / Liar Moose / Suzanne Ride / Here And Now Lush / Sweetness And Light (The Orange Squash Mix) My Bloody Valentine / Map Ref 41°N 93°W

■小野島大 1st Nico / Procession The Dance Society / 2000 Light Years From Home The Mission / Wasteland Killing Joke / Love Like Blood (Gestalt Mix) Southern Death Clut / Fatman Theatre Of Hate / Do You Believe In The West World Specimen / The Beauty Poison

■migon 2nd Marc Almond /Melanchory Rose Echo & The Bunnymen / SevenSeas The Cameleons / Nostalgia (7’’ Version) Scars / All About You Clan Of Xymox / Farewell The Beauty Of Gemina / One Step To Heaven Play Dead / Walk Away Siouxie & The Banshees / Cities In Dust

■Conta 2nd Bel Canto / White-Out Conditions All About Eve / D For Desire The Mission / Severina Dead Or Alive / It’s Been Hours Now Original Mirrors / Boys Cry The Mighty Lemon Drops / Happy Head Julian Cope / Bandy’s First Jump Echo & The Bunnymen / New Direction (Original Version) Associates / Party Fears Two

■24no 2nd The House Of Love / Christine Kitchens Of Distinction / Quick As Rainbows The Room / New Dreams For Old (7" version) Sad Lovers And Giants / Lost In A Moment Cocteau Twins / Feathers-Oar-Blades The Icicle Works / Love Is a Wonderful Colour Echo & The Bunnymen / Never Stop (Discotheque)

■小野島大 2nd The Mock Turtles / Wicker Man The Bolshoi / A Way II (edited Version) Pale Saints / harf-life,remembered whirl. / Clear Slowdive / Slowdive My Bloody Valentine / To Here Knows When Velvet Underground / Sunday Mornig

■migon 3rd Fields Of The Nephilim / Power Red Lorry Yellow Lorry / Walking On Your Hands Echo & The Bunnymen / Villiers Terrace The Sound / The Fire NewOrder / Broken Promise The Cure / Push U2 / Two Hearts Beat As One Killing Joke / Big Buzz Joy Division / Disorder

■Conta 3rd Tones On Tail / OK, This Is The Pops Nightmares In Wax / Black Leather The Sisters Of Mercy / Body Electric The Chameleons / Singing Rule Britannia The Essence / Only For You Echo & The Bunnymen / Clay Dead Or Alive / Lover Come Back To Me Bauhaus / Ziggy Stardust

■24no 3rd Siouxsie & The Banshees / Hong Kong Garden (‘Marie Antoinette’ Version) The Birthday Party / Dead Joe Virgin Prunes / Pagan Lovesong (Tormentallama) Sex Gang Children / Into The Abyss The Danse Society / Somewhere Killing Joke / Wardance The Sisters Of Mercy / Marian (version) Bauhaus / Dark Entries

■小野島大 3rd The Shamen / Young Till Yesterday The Jesus And The Mary Chain / Sidewalking (7" Mix) The Cure / Just Like Heaven Wah! / Forget The Down The Wild Swans / Revolutionary Spirit The House Of Love / Real Animal The Teardrop Explodes / Treason (It’s Just A Story)(Remixd Version) Echo & The Bunnymen / Silver (Tidal Wave) The Doors / Light My Fire

■ENDING Echo & The Bunnymen / Ocean Rain

■■Vol.2 2015 10/4

■migon 1st In The Nursery / Bumished Days Phycedelic Furs / Sister Europe Andi Sex Gang w/Marc Almond / The Hungry Years Bauhaus / All We Ever Wanted Was Everything Asylum Party / The Sabbath The Cameleons / Swamp Thing The Mighty Lemon Drops / like An Angel

■Zodiac 1st Opposition / My Room Is White Lines / Come Home Comsat Angels / Be Brave In The Nursery / Twins These Immortal Souls / Mary Me (Lie Lie) Tears For Fears / Change AR KANE / When You’re Sad

■Conta 1st Party Day / Glasshouse Seventh Seance / Another Empty Face Crown Of Thorns / Kingdom Come Western Promise / Promised Land The Sound / Deep Breath The Teardrop Explodes / When I Dream Ian MuCulloch / In My Head The House Of Love / Destroy The Heart The Names / Calcutta

■24no 1st Dif Juz / Hu Spacemen 3 / Revolution Revolver / Heaven Sent An angel Swervedriver / Son Of Mustang Ford Pale Saints / Sight Of You Zero Le Créche / Last Year’s Wife Wild Swans / The Revolutionary Spirit My Bloody Valentine / Off Your Face

■小野島大 1st Divine & Statton / Bizzare Love Triangle Care / Flaming Sword The Chameleons / In Shreds Sad Lovers & Giants / Imagination The Comsat Angels / Will You Stay Tonight? Blue in Heaven / Julie Cries Echo & The Bunnymen / The Puppet The Sound / Heyday Bauhaus / Dark Entries

■migon 2nd Play Dead / Shine The Dance Society / Hide Virgin Prunes / Baby Turns Blue Rosetta Stone / TheWitch The Sisters Of Marcy / Vision Thing Clan Of Xymox / Out Of The Rain The Cure / Object Sad Lovers And Giants / Clint Red Lorry Yellow Lorry / Spining Round The Sound / Resistance Joy Division / Ice Age Echo & The Bunnymen / Heaven Up Here U2 / I Will Forrow

■Zodiac 2nd Modern Eon / Euthenics Joy Division / Walked In Line Daniel Ash / Get Out Of Control Killing Joke / Tension FIELDS OF THE NEPHILIM / Back In Gehenna Sisters Of Mercy / First & Last & Always Ghost dance / Celebrate Rose Of Avalanche / Stick In The Works Theatre Of Hate / Eastworld THE MARCH VIOLETS / Steam And Also The Trees / Wallpaper Dying

■Conta 2nd And Also The Trees / Misfortunes Gene Loves Jezebel / Shaving My Neck Lulu Kiss Me Dead / The Ultimate Solution Snake Corps / Victory Parade The Chameleons / Perfume Garden Cocteau Twins / Carolyn’s Fingers Lush / Sweetness And Light Joy Division / Atrocity Exhibition (live) New Order / Singularity

■24no 2nd The Jesus & Mary Chain / Sidewalking (Extended Version) The Birthday Party / Zoo-Music Girl The Cult / Spiritwalker In Two A Circle / Rise 1919 / Caged Sex Gang Children / The Crack Up Echo & The Bunnymen / All That Jazz The Teardrop Explodes / Treason Magazine / Shot By Both Sides (Original Single Version) Siouxsie & The Banshees / Cascade Bauhaus / Telegram Sam

■小野島大 2nd Camberwell Now / Greenfingers Sonic Youth / Stereo Sanctity Belfegore / All That I Wanted Killing Joke / Adorations (The Extended Mix) The Mission / Serpents Kiss The House Of Love / I Don’t Know Why I Love You Siouxsie and The Banshees / Spellbound (12" Mix) Wah! / Somesay Associates / Club Country (12" Mix) Jesus and Mary Chain / Upside Down Joy Division / Transmission The Cure / high (higher mix)

■migon　B2B The Sound / Hothouse(Live) Modern English / GatheringDust The Pshychedlic Furs / Pretty in pink

■Zodiac　B2B Jesus ＆ Marychain / Neverunderstand The Cure / Boys Don’t Cry Jesus ＆ Marychain / Just Like Honey

■Conta B2B The Mission / Over The Hills And Faraway Julian Cope / Five O'clock World Echo & The Bunnymen / The Back Of Love

■小野島大 B2B The Smiths / How Soon Is Now? John Foxx / Europe After The Rain World Of Twist / She’s A Rainbow

■Ending Sad Lovers ＆Giants / Colourless Dream Bauhaus / Cloud

■■Vol.1 2014 11/24

■migon　1st Wasted Youth / Jealousy The Associetes / Tell Me Easter’s On Friday Fra LippoLippi / Barrier This Motal Coil / Song To Siren Dead Can Dance / Carnival Of The Light And Also The Trees / Shealetown Death In June / Fields Kissing The Pink / What Noise Cocteau Twins / Ivo

■Zodiac 1st Waterboys / The Whole Of The Moon Flowers For Agatha / The Freedom Curse Passion Puppets / Voices (Extended) TV21 / This Is Zero That Petrol Emotion / Mouth Crazy BFG / Higher Than Heaven…Is Echo & The Bunnymen / The Pictures On My Wall

■24no 1st The Charlatans / Happen To Die (Long Version) Modern English / I Melt With You The Icicle Works / Birds Fly (Whisper To A Scream) Ride / Like A Daydream Lush / Outdoor Miner Loop / Arc-Lite (Sonar) Curve / Fait Accompli (Extended Extended Extended) The Jesus & Mary Chain feat. Hope Sandoval / Sometimes Always

■久保田稔人 1st Schlimer K / She’s Gone Belfegore / All That I Want Red Beat / See Monsoon / Tomorrow Nwever Knows Section 25 / Colour Movement Sex & Violence The Essence / The Afterworld Lucy Show / Come Back To The Living Loard / RIBS

■小野島大 1st

■木下理樹 1st

■migon　2nd Clan Of Xymox / Muscoviet Musquito Xmal Deutshland / Qual The Dance Society / Somewhere The Names / Floating World The Wild Swans / God Forbid Sad Lovers And Giants / Colourless Dream The Shamen / Something About You Interpol / Roland The Cameleons / Everyday I’m Crucified The Mighty Lemon Drops / The Other Side Of You Ecoh & The Bunnymen / Clocodiles The Sound / Heatland

■Zodiac 2nd The Sound / Sence Of Purpose (What are We Going To Do) Snake Corps / Science Kills Julian Cope / 5 O'clock World Then Jerico / Let Her Fall March Violets / Snake Dance Alien Sex Fiend / I Walked Line Fields Of The Nephilim / Power Love & Rockets / If There A Heaven Above Specimen / Beauty Of Poison

■24no 2nd The Cure / The Lovecats (Extended Version) Siouxsie & The Banshees / Song From The Edge Of The World Skeletal Family / Promised Land (Extended Version) Gene Loves Jezebel / Desire (Come And Get It) The Mission / Serpents Kiss The Sisters Of Mercy / Walk Away Play Dead / Sacrosanct Virgin Prunes / Pagan Lovesong (Vibeakimbo) B-Movie / Nowhere Girl (Long Version)

■久保田稔人 2nd Opposition / The Man Who Almost Shaves 17 Pygmies / Chameleon Asylum Party / Julia Adrian Borland / Fast Blue World Bram Tchaikovsky / Robber Comsat Angels / Island Herat Toy / It’s Been So Long The Horrors / New Ice Age The Church / Tantalized Joy Division / Atmosphere

■小野島大 2nd （1st&2nd ※順不同） Blue in Heaven / Across My Heart The Mock Turtles / Can You Dig It? ART-SCHOOL / テュペロ・ハニー Chapterhouse / Pearl Curve / On The Wheel dip / 冷たいぐらいに乾いたら My Bloody Valentine / feed me your kiss Nine Inch Nails / Mr.Self Destruct Oasis / The Shock of the Lightning Radiohead / Just The Flaming Lips / Race for the Prize (Remix) The Novembers / Sturm und Drang きのこ帝国 / パラノイド・パレード血と雫 / 黄泉にひびく Animal Collective / Summertime Clothes Bauhaus / Third Uncle New Order / Everything’s Gone Green Pavement / The Killing Moon Killing Joke / Love Like Blood Towns / Get Me There

■木下理樹 2nd

■Last Echo & The Bunnymen / The Cutter The Cameleons / In Sherds

■Ending Echo &The Bunnymen / In Blue Skys

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