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FIC: "The Rain had Other Ideas" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024; Lemony Fresh)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Mind the rating - this one's a bit explicit 🖤

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Prompt 13: City Walks

Neither of them had been ready to call it a night yet.  Dinner was long past done, the bill had been paid, and the staff was starting to give them not-so-subtle little Looks that suggested they needed to vacate their table.  It was Friday night in Paris, after all, and they were far from the only customers waiting for service that night.  He had suggested taking a walk, because more than anything he had just wanted a little more time with her.  It was a nice night out: a little cloudy, a little cool, but not so bad that they wouldn’t enjoy some time strolling around the city catching up.

It had been too long, after all.  Since they’d seen each other for longer than a handful of minutes.  Since they’d both been in the same city for more than a handful of days.  Since she’d been able to remember what calm felt like, with his hand in hers and his presence grounding her.  Since he’d been able to get lost in the melody that always seemed to pour out of her, his favorite song for as long as he could remember.

He hadn’t wanted the night to end.  Not yet.

He hadn’t wanted them to be over.  Not so soon.

Not again.

Neither had she.

…the weather had had other ideas.

Her flat was closer than his, and added the luxury of no nosy sisters or sister-in-laws interrupting them with gentle ribbing or excited squeals.  And they’d both been soaked by the time they slipped through her door, so what happened next…

Well.

Could anyone really blame them?

Especially when she fell back against the door as soon as it was closed, looking up at him from under her lashes as her teeth pressed down on her lip, biting back a breathless laugh.  It was too easy to step closer, to rest his arms on either side of her, to crowd into her space just enough…

He waited.  Because of course he did – of course he was leaving the choice up to her, just like he always did – but she didn’t want to wait.  Not anymore.  Neither was really sure who moved first – whether he leaned in to close that last bit of distance, or if she tugged him down from the hands already fisted in his wet shirt – but the next thing either knew their mouths were pressed together in a hot, hungry kiss.

It was their first kiss.

It…didn’t feel like a first kiss.

It felt like a long time coming.

Like coming home.

Like neither was ready to be satisfied with just a kiss, and maybe that’s why.  Why his hoodie ended up on the floor by their feet, why her dress was already hanging open with the fingers steadily picking at the buttons moving lower and lower – and God damn it all, what masochist ever decided a dress needed that many buttons and how pissed would she be if he just…ripped the last few?  Why his mouth was already trailing along her jaw and down her neck and to the expanse of Marinette now open to him.  Why her head was already falling back against the door as she pushed herself closer, desperate for more and that and him.

He slid a little as his knees hit the wet floor – but that was only a reminder of how wet their clothes were, and wasn’t there some sage old wisdom about getting out of wet clothes before you caught cold?  He was still fumbling with the last few buttons – he wasn’t sure if the dress was a gift or a torture device anymore – when he noticed her shivering, her skin icy cold beneath his lips.  He did rip the last few when her fingers twisted in his hair and tugged, and she supposed she would have to forgive him for that – it wasn’t her favorite dress anyway, too many damn buttons – as he rose back up to press her against the door, covering her body with his own.

…even if his clothes were still wet, and they still needed gone, somehow it was still warmer.  With him against her like that.  It shouldn’t have been, she thought absently, but with his lips and hands on her like that…

But they had no idea what they were doing, beyond some carnal, primal instinct to get closer, so it was too easy for her to do a little hop-skip-jump, with the idea that she was going to be sexy and bold and lock her legs around his waist – just like all the romcoms said she was supposed to at this point – and…accidentally knee him in the groin.  And he dropped her as he stumbled back, his arms suddenly bracing against the door for an entirely different reason, but he was laughing – breathless, strained laughing – as he shook his head.  A thousand apologies tumbled from her lips, but the look in his eyes when he raised his head…his mouth was back on hers in a flash, and then she was squeaking when his hands cupped her ass and hauled her against him, lifting her just enough that she could scramble herself into position.

…neither really noticed, when her heels – because she wore heels now, and if that hadn’t royally fucked with his head when he’d met her at the restaurant earlier – dropped to the floor behind them, but he definitely noticed when her feet pushed just so against his ass.

And then he was moving, carrying her deeper into the flat – until his thighs banged into her coffee table.  They were both laughing as he stumbled towards the couch, dropping onto it less than gracefully as she asked if he was all right.  He kept her settled on top of him, and he was nuzzling her neck as he made some quip about how she was literally going to kill him.

He would still be hard-pressed to say what he’d meant, if what ultimately ended up killing him was her minefield of a flat or the sight (feel) of her half-dressed and sprawled out on his lap like…

…it was easier to carry on from here, though, so she just reached for his shirt and tugged it over his head.  There was a whispered promise about how that was the plan before she started kissing along his neck, and for a long moment he just…sat there, soaking up the moment.  Taking it all in: the feel of her against him, of her lips trailing fire along his skin, of fingers dancing down his chest.  To let his own hands wander, slipping into her open dress and sliding along smooth, smooth skin, until he was moving her arms back and watching her sleeves drop lower and lower, until the dress was barely a memory on the floor behind them.  To creep his hands higher, to find the hooks of her bra and, after a moment of curious fiddling, slip them open.  It was harder to be a passive participate once the straps slid down her shoulders and the cups dropped, revealing her perfect, creamy breasts to him.

They were lost in each other, ignorant to the world beyond the little space that was them and here and now.  Hawkmoth could come crashing through her balcony doors – not that he would, now that he’s been rotting in prison two, going on three years now – and it wouldn’t be enough to pull her away from him.  From the way his breath caught when she started fiddling with his belt – or how his hips rose to meet her when she started sliding his jeans off him.  How other things had already risen to meet her, and oh if that wasn’t something she wanted to spend the rest of the night – the rest of every night – exploring.  She had put him – them – on hold for too long, and now that she had him – now that he had her – neither were willing to give the other up.

Why had they waited so long?

Why had they spent so many years on wasted not yets and next times and somedays?

She remembered having a passing thought that first dates – first times – weren’t supposed to be like this, that maybe they were moving too fast, that maybe she should stop before they went too far…but too far was accepting his dinner invitation in the first place, and by the time he was hovering over her, desperate blue eyes searching her own as a whispered you’re sure? left his lips…there was nowhere else she’d rather be.  No one else she’d ever wanted to be with.

She’d made her choice, a long time ago.  She was just sorry it had taken her so long to finally act on it.

(…there had never been a choice, for him.  It had always been her.  It always would be.)

If kissing him had felt like coming home, she didn’t know how to describe the moment he was finally inside her.  He had no sooner pushed in than he’d stilled, and she was grateful for that – for the chance to adjust, to breathe, to just…be.  And maybe he needed that moment, too, so overwhelmed by the feelings – both physical and emotional, so much more than he had ever anticipated – suddenly crashing over him like the tide.  No, not…not suddenly, because there was never any suddenly with Marinette, but it was suddenly all too real, too much.

They were doing this.

They were finally doing this.

And she was clinging to him like she never wanted to let go – never wanted him to let go – and that was everything he had ever wanted.  And yeah, he needed a minute, to just lay there against her and soak it all in, to breathe and gather himself – as much as he wanted to gather her.  She moved first, her hand squeezing his shoulder as her face turned towards him, her nose brushing along his neck as she pushed out a steadying breath.  He felt like he was shaking, overwhelmed with it all, but maybe that was her – maybe it was both of them.  But then she was pushing up, lifting her hips just enough to press against his own, and a strangled little moan that sounded like move left her – and that was all the encouragement he needed.

And oh, once he started moving again…she surrendered herself to the moment, for once letting her brain shut off and letting herself just…be.  Every aching dream, every longing fantasy, the reality was so much better.  The feel of his lips on her skin, his cock buried inside her, the hand tangled in her hair and gently pulling with every thrust…it was so much better than she had ever dared to hope.  And when he shifted and sunk even deeper, hitting her just there…

If he had thought just being inside her was good, it had nothing on when she came.  She had already been gripping him so tight, but the way she clenched as her entire body tensed, trembling beneath him…he slowed, barely dragging out of her before sinking back in, over and over – anything to make the moment last longer.  Her head fell back, a quiet cry slipping past her lips, and oh.

He wanted more of that.

He wanted to hear that again, and louder, and for the rest of his life, if she’d let him.

He found himself redoubling his efforts, moving harder and faster against her until she was clinging to him again, barely hanging on as he drove her back to that point – back over that point, until it wasn’t just a cry but an outright scream she was gifting him with, and the groan that left him when she clamped down on his cock…

Her kisses were feather-light, little touches peppered along his neck and across his chest as she melted back into the couch.  Her lips lingered over his heart, searing his skin before her head fell back and hazy, satisfied eyes gleamed up at him.  He moved in for another kiss, his hand finding hers and holding it tightly as he pushed in and stilled, and God he was close…her other arm tightened around his shoulders, and her toes tickled along the back of his thigh, and he grunted as he pulled back and sank back in.

He wanted this to last.  He wanted to stay right where he was, safe inside her, forever.  He wanted to exhaust her, to make her come again and again until she was exhausted from the pleasure.  There was a part of him, a terrifyingly large part, that feared if he gave in, if he let this end…he didn’t want it to end.  He didn’t want them to end.  He…

“Let go,” she whispered in his ear, nipping by the stud before nuzzling her cheek against his.  “Come for me, Luka.”

And that was all he needed.  He snapped into her again, one, two, three more unsteady jerks of his hips, and then he was stilling against her as he emptied himself into her heat.  Her walls spasmed, fluttering around him, and he wasn’t sure if she was coming again – coming with him – or just still that sensitive from the last time, but the mewling little noise she made in his ear was one of his new favorite songs.

She was his favorite song, now more than ever, and he didn’t know how he could ever let her go.  Not again.  He wanted to spend the rest of his life…the rest of their lives learning how to play each other, familiarizing himself with their harmony until it was the only song he knew.  And maybe he was crazy, maybe it was moving way too fast, but when they had both finally started to come down and he was curled up behind her, nuzzling her neck as he fought the need to sleep he could feel drifting on the edges…maybe it was stupid, but it was too easy to voice that desire.

“…stay with me,” he whispered, begged, into her skin, and maybe it wasn’t so crazy, after all.  She was twisting suddenly, nearly knocking them off the couch – and God, she was going to hate herself for that later, because it was so much harder to clean a couch than a bed and they’d have so much more room besides – as she reached for his face, pulling it back to hers and kissing him as feverishly as she had before.

“Luka Couffaine, you silly, stupid, impossible man…” she breathed against his lips, her eyes burning into his, “…where else would I go?”

Outside, over the city, it rained on.  Inside, neither noticed as they drifted off, content to stay exactly where they were for the foreseeable future.

(…well.  Almost exactly where they were – Luka was willing to concede that the bed was a better option when Marinette moved in her sleep, rolling off the side of the couch and accidentally tugging him after her.  More room for lanky rock stars, she said.

Warmer, too.

And dryer.)

[dreamauri]

Whens the next part of My love all mine coming out?🤭

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“It’s so fluffy.” Max whispers, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You chuckle slightly, shuffling further back into his lap to get comfortable. The dutch, wrapped his arms around your waist to remove the space between your back in his chest. Max leaned his chin on your shoulder watching with you the tiktoks you scroll through.

You find yourself holding in a laugh when the video of drunk Max and Daniel on a plane. Max finds himself gasping, taking your phone and looking at it in disbelief. “How long–” “That's been there forever.” you tease taking your phone from him.

You press on the search bar, type drunk max verstappen to show him all the clips people have seen, including that one time he and Charles were calling each other from on a cruise ship.

“Ah, young love.” You tease him. Max gives you a deep frown and a confused face. “Me and Charles?” “There’s a whole hashtag dedicated to you guys.” You tease, scrolling through a bit more, you come across a video of you and max drunk sway dancing from the after parties from the monaco gp. You knew some girls were doing something. “I liked that dress.” Max nuzzles in your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. 

“You got me that dress, remember?” “Yeah, that’s why I like it.” He smiled widely and you felt yourself laugh, melting in his hold. You liked loved moments like these. Just you and your husband, sitting on a balcony under the moonlight.

You wish everyday could be like this, peaceful and calm, just comfortable nights for you and your husband. But you always have to remember that Max Verstappen was a world renowned sportsman. He spends his weekends driving and weekdays training.

And even when nothing was going on, there were still people in the media who wanted to bite you. Looking through the comments was a mistake. You sighed reading how people said they could treat Max so much better or just picked on your mistakes.

“What’s this shit?” Max grumbles, scrolling through the comments. There was a pattern. People were nice to him, praising him, complimenting him. Telling him how he was such a good husband. On the other hand, others were commenting on how you weren't enough for him. How he could do and how much he deserves so much better.

“I don’t think these people understand I’ve been . . . what’s the world? Simping? Crushing on you since high school.” You held a giggle at the statement. He took your phone from you, starting to report every hateful comment. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his determination. “You don't have to do that.” “Shhh, wifey. It’s fun.” “Sorry, hubby.” You gave him a soft kiss before he was standing up.

You went to get a glass of the lemonade you and Max had made earlier when you heard your phone ring. “It’s your mom.” He shouted through the hotel room before answering. “Hallo, mum. Het Max.” [hi, mom. it’s max.] He greeted her over the phone. You couldn’t hear what your mom said in return but Max laid back in his arms with a big pout. “Het is voor jou, liefje.” [is your mom, love] Max held the phone out for you. You chuckled, taking a sip from the lemonade and going to sit back outside with him.

“Hi mum.” You greeted her by putting the call on speaker. “Y/N, ik wil dat je met mij mee luistert. Ik kan zo ver niet met je leven en ik ga het niet langer volhouden dan dit.” [Y/N, i want you hear with me. I can't live with you this far and I'm not going to last longer than this] You found yourself freezing in your place. Tilting your head confused. “vergeet de verstappen. scheid dat kind en kom naar huis. Ik wil niet dat k wil je niet zo ver weg.“ [forget the verstappens. divorce that kid and come home. i dont want you so far from me]

Max snapped his head up, and you choked on your drink. Divorce? Your mom’s tone was harsh and mad. “Eh? scheiding? Dat wil ik niet. Ik boek wel een vlucht erheen, maar alles komt goed. je overdrijft.” [Eh? Divorce? I don't want that. I'll book a flight there, but everything will be fine. you are exaggerating] You ended the call before she could protest. 

A moment of silence evaded the space, a once warm space was now cold. You didn’t dare speak, you knew Max was looking at you to see what you’d do next. You shook your head, holding your legs and looking down at your phone. “I-i don't want to divorce.” You told him finally looking up to meet his eyes. Max relaxed at your reassurance, nodding quickly as he sat up properly facing. “I don't either.” He held your hand kissing your knuckles. “I’ll book you a flight right away.” He said standing up.

“Wait, Max.” You stood after him, stopping. “I don’t wanna go.” You found yourself admitting, a deep sigh leaving your throat. Max was the door of escape from your family. They’d always put pressure on you to be some perfect academic person. Graduating high school with honours and valedictory. You gave up on being normal when university came around. 

It was only when you married Max were you able to pick up a paint brush again. When Jos had approached you and your family about his son wanting your hand in marriage you took it right away. An escape. You didn’t know him, so marrying him was a risk. But if you never took that risk, you would’ve never found yourself living your life like you are now.

“It’s your mom and family.” He told you, turning to you confused, looking down at his phone for flights. “You’re my family.” You replied without even thinking.

The blond snapped his head up, taken aback by your words. “I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to leave you— Correction, I don't want to be without you.” 

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"There you are." Your mother hummed happily once you pushed the door open. She opened her arms and you immediately went for her embrace, wrapping your arms around her back with your head on her chest. "Awh, look at you." The woman cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your head.

Max always had an odd feeling about the woman, From the moment she first saw him, till now she always give him this disgusted glare. "And I see you've brought your husband too." The words were bitter in her mouth. "I thought it was clear I wanted just you."

"Well," You looked back at the blond. "I don't know how to drive, and Me and Max we're together. So, yeah." There was a long pause, long eye contact between you and Max. "He doesn't love you." Your mother whispered in your ear, cupping her hand over her lips so max wouldn't hear or see.

"Don't be naïve, sunflower. He's after your looks." She stroked your hair. Max could see your eyebrows furrow weather in disbelief or in betrayal. "Your a trophy. If he really loved you, he'd come a whisk you off your feet. Make you fall in love with him and ask for your hand in marriage himself."

Your heart panged against your chest. She had a good point. If Max really loved you, why did he do the things the way he did. Why did you have to pick yourself up at the airport and let yourself into the apartment, and clean it up yourself? Why did you not have a choice to see if you loved him before marrying him? Why did he pluck you out of the life you already had?

"He's not good for you." Your mom whispered, her manipulative words getting through to you. "He's using you. He likes your body, your face, your image. Come to mummy, i wont hurt you, yeah? I'll keep you safe."

You jumped up on your feet clearing your throat. Max immediately noticed the shaky and hesitant body language you displayed. Fidgeting with your fingers and tapping the top of your toes on the floor.

"We should probably go, visiting hours are going to end soon." He stood up tall, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Max was surly surprised to see you flinch, and even more angry to see the deceiving gentle smile your mother gave hi. "Hours start at 12:30 tomorrow. Don't be late." She said.

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Max found himself tracing the lines to the glass painting on your window. The hospital wasn't far from your mom's house which had your old tween room before your parents divorced. The faded purple walls with scenery painting on them with stickers and posters.

"They're pretty," He hummed. "We should try these out on our windows back home." He turned to you, pointing at the window. His body felt still once he caught your fear filled eyes. He gulped, moving over to you, sitting on his knees beside you.

"I don't know what your mother is telling you. But I love you. No matter what." Max held your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me and I'd never change anything about you or us."

You looked in his ocean eyes, too big for his head yet so beautiful for his own good. The second you looked away Max knew your mother was in favour at the moment. He knew that old narcissistic woman had won the moment you had slept with your back facing him. You never looked away from him.

And the sight or your sleeping figure facing away from him made him feel as if his heart was being ripped apart slowly and painfully. He was scared to even touch you. Max would never ever risk making you feel uncomfortable.

This would be your last night under the moon light together.

[aliwritex]

BLUE LIKE THE SEA yt22

AZUL DA COR DO MAR

summary: brazilian!reader x yuki. Your friends want you to get together with Yuki so they plan a whole trip just for you to see each other again. part 2

warnings: fingering, finger sucking, flirting, drinking, semi public.

wc: about 1.5 k

notes: writing for yuki even tho no one asked bc i love him. lmk if yall want a part two. this was originally titled “azul da cor do mar” after a brazilian song then i changed for a english title and now people are reading it sooo

When Kika asked you if you were up to play tour guide in your homecity for Pierre and his friends you really wanted to say no, but that was really not you. They were planing for their winter getaway to be more of a summer one, so what better than Brazil, where she had your guidance. If you were being honest with yourself, you only accepted because she said her boyfriend's ex-teammate would be there and she knew it. You had met Yuki a few months prior at the São Paulo GP, you went on a date and had been flirting through dm's ever since.

So you all met at the airport and drove straight to your family's beach house you would be staying at.

The day was fun, Pierre had rented a boat and you were making drinks all day till everyone was drunk enough to dance. Kika was brave enough to ask you to teach her how to dance funk. You would've hesitated if you hadn't had a few drinks but the alcohol in your body discarted all the second thoughts. Everyone watched as you first started to guide her hips and as soon as she got the rhythm you bent your body over her own, hands on her hips as you both started twerking.

You hadn't really seen all the eyes on you but Kika definelly did. When the song finished she pulled you back to the small litchen where you started making yourselves drinks, telling you how Yuki wouldn't take his eyes off you and how his jaw dropped at the way you danced. You denied it all, blushing at the idea that you could have that effect over him. She had just started telling you that Pierre can't take Yuki asking about you everytime when she saw him walk in.

"Vou ver se o meu namorado ainda consegue andar. E tu, vê lá quem é que está a chegar." Im gonna see if my boyfriend can still stand. And you, look who's coming over. She said, placing a straw in her drink and walking away.

"Te odeio!" I hate you

"Can I have a drink?" he asked increbly close to your ear as he came up behind you.

"Sure, what d'ya want"

"One of those with lemonade that you made earlier."

"Uma caipirinha" you explained, watching as he leaned back on the counter, his arms flexing in the process.

"Exactly, can I have one of those?" you nodded, gathering the ingredients and starting the drink. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you giggled, turning away from the drink to look at him.

“The dancing, this bikini, how gorgeous you look when you tan. You’re driving me insane.”

“Am I now?” he nodded “then do something about it.” you teased and he pulled you closer my the waist, lips crashing into yours harshly. You could taste the vodka on him when you pushed your tongue past his lips but it was cut short by him pulling away. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off, Yuki, that’s just how we do things around here.” you explained when you saw his eyes widen.

“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t prepared, c’mere” he pulled you back in as you threw your arms around his neck, this time he pushed his tongue in, showing he got the hang of it. His hands lowered to your ass, lifting you up to sit on the counter behind you. Your legs spread instantly, making him settle between them, his body now impossibly close to yours. After a couple of minutes you had to pull away before you did something stupid, your chin rested on his shoulder and his on yours.

“The sun is setting, don't you wanna get in the water one last time before we head back?”

“Only if you come with me.” you shook your head “you’re the only one that didn’t get in the water, come on”

“You have no idea what will happen with my hair if I wet it.”

“It’s just hair, cmon. If you don’t jump I’ll push you in.”

“Fine, let me just finish this drink first."

After your quick jump in the water you headed back to the shore. Everyone packed their things back in the cars so you could head to the house. You convinced them to let you drive since you were the least drunk and you managed to get everyone safely home. After everyone got settled in their rooms, you had dinner that you bought on the way there and played some pool. While everyone was outside you stayed in, cleaning and prepping some things for the other day.

“What the hell are you doing inside?” Yuki asked when he caught you in the kitchen.

“Baking bread”

“Bread? right now?”

“It’s for tomorrow, gotta have freshly baked bread in the morning for the full Brazil experience, just gotta make sure it’s ready for it. You like bread, right?”

“I’m not really allowed to eat it for majority of the year, so yeah”

“Great. I’m not a big fan, myself but apparently I’m good at making it.” you said, setting the dish aside and turning around to wash your hands

“And are you done yet?” he asked, watching as you walked around the kitchen. He just couldn’t get enough of you in those tiny little shorts, unbuttoned dress shirt showing your bikini and your natural hair up.

“Just cutting up some fruit for tomorrow, don’t wanna wake up hang over and still have to do this.”

“I could help” you nodded, handing him the knife you were using and shuffling to the side where you finished off your brazilian lemonade by pouring it in a jar and putting it in the fridge.

“You’re good at this, look at that, all your cubes are the same size.” he chuckled at your comment as you put the papaya cubes in a bowl, stealing some as he washed his hands. “so you just have hidden talents like this?” you asked, sat on the counter, head rested on the wall by your side as you sucked the remaining fruit off your fingers.

“I like cooking so it’s just practice.” he said as he walked over to grab the desk towel that rested beside you.

You hummed in response, still licking on the pad of your finger. “Come here. Try some, it’s really sweet.” you fed him a piece of the fruit and held them to his mouth. You watched carefully as your fingers went past his lips, you bit your own at the sight of him sucking them. He placed himself between your legs, finally popping your finger out of his mouth and kissing you. You kissed him back intensely, pulling him closer with your legs and your hands meeting the hair on the back of his head as his met your ass. Your tongue pushed into his mouth and he started guiding your hips back and forth against his own. His lips left yours to focus on your neck, first behind your ears, then under your jaw, and lower till he met your collarbones and going all the way back up.

“What are the chances you let me finger you right here?” he whispered against your ear as his hand cupped you through your shorts.

“Pretty high, I’d say” you smiled against the skin of his neck that was pressed to your face.

He wasted no time and started unbuttoning your shorts and snaking his hand inside them. Yuki smirked against your lips when he felt the wet spot on your bikini and circled it, making you buck your hips at his touch. His other hand pulled on the ties of your bikini that hanged on the sides of your shorts, making more room for his hand inside them. Yukis fingers touched you with nothing in the way now, spreading your lips to reach your clit, flicking it quite harshly before circling with the pads of his fingers.

Your mouth on his was nonstop, kisses so erotic you could hear the smacking and sliding of tongues, but it stopped when he penetrated you with two of his fingers. Your jaw dropped at how deep they were inside you and he smirked again, your reactions making him feel cockier. He started curling them up, hitting all the perfect spots inside you, his palm pressed against your clit giving you the slightest of friction. He caught your lips back in his, left hand going up your body and meeting your boob, kneading it ever so slightly. When Yuki realized your hips bucking into his palm he managed to use his thumb to stimulate you.

“Fuck, Yuki, so close, come on” you groaned making him shush you, not wanting people to come in and see you like this.

He sped up his fingers, feeling you start to clench around them but when he tweaked your nipple between his fingers you couldn’t take it. You came for him, bitting his shoulder to try muffling your sounds but a strangled moan escaped, making the person who was sleeping the the living room next to the kitchen turn in their sleep and start snoring. You giggled against his neck, feeling him smile against yours before stretching his neck to check who it was.

“It’s one of Pierre's friends. Don’t worry, he’s completely passed out.” he pulled his fingers out of you taking them to your mouth and making you lick them clean. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I get told often, yeah” you teased, before giving his thumb a quick lick. “So, i’ll be in my room, alone, if you wanna know. I’m done in the kitchen for tonight.” you slid off the counter and gave him a kiss before heading to your room.

PART 2

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: July 2023

In case you haven't noticed, I don't wanna meet. Have you ever seen me wake up without that stupid palm-tree hair? That's not normal. Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== Space Walk Rarehenwa (No Can Do) To You, Green Lights Vulgar Even If It Becomes Ash Someday Bouquet Garni Peerless Bird Demon Lord Golden Ray Not Normal Awo (Bleu) Which Is It! Propose Forever, Forever Hinparaka Auspicious Leaf Play From the Faraway Sky Connecting Stars Don't Wanna Meet Wake-Up Palm Tree Starlight's Location Parabolas I Wanna Be That Even Sooner! Nega

========== Worth Your Time ========== Is It My Fault? Mystic Parade Metafamille Indigo Sky (2023) Creation Siren Night shed Lonesome space I Wanna Be A Liar Passing Clouds Fluttering, Fleeting Philosoph Candor Drowning in Loneliness quantum rain I-So-U ghost New Retro Iria Fad-Follower Lemonade "", We Say meow All Cyan Ghost Lantern Angraecum 404 Artificial Flowers (short ver) From Show Window to Showtime Oratorio Labyrinth Affector Turning Last Love Song Turning Point. New Me New You Metamor melancolia My End ver. 2023 AI's Form (Retake) Guernica Wing Wandering Mania Train Cool Undertone, Fall in Love Bubble Worst Day of My Life Midnight Tea House Dazed By Blue Summer Sky Nostalgia Overdue Reminder Discotica Beastie Vase Boundary Driving Oxymoron Invisible Stories Mr. Joker BLUE OCEAN!!! 1212. Twintails Border Line Blue Ripple Lily Burning Thread Rewrite Girl HALO Play. r_e_i_! Wonder Lust Incubation Liking You That Much More HIGHWAY STAR What're You Calling a Retro Boom? Curtain Call I'll Sing Your Song Violet Sunflowers Bound For Dystopia Stellar Way Just Breathing Ran-Ran Escape Raspberry Miroir Dead or Like Anabel Backfire Spinner Light Suerte Retina Ponderings on Multilaterally-Seen Self-Sacrifice, Or the Behavior Called Love Time Travel birth Only One Love Letter Cool Me Down Summer Huge Watermelon Explosion Because There Was a Clear Sky Summer Bloom Loving Summer Night Drive Journey More! Jump! More! Pouring Even

[dojae-huh]

As i was reading ask by the ‘doyoung doesn’t stand out’ anon, I had a thought about Doyoung ‘strict’ singing. Most of the time, Do would always sing by the book. He rarely change the original melody or add more spice to it. I think the only time he did change the singing was during lemonade in killing voice. And Yestoday with Jae. For Haechan and Taeil I think they do change up every now and then. Oh, and also during one of Taeyong’s live I think Tae did say that if Doyoung were to let go during singing, he’d be the best singer in dance genre music? I think they were talking about magic carpet ride recording. Honestly, I can’t remember but it was sth along that line. So basically, Do is very careful when he sings and sometimes it shows. I just got reminded of this all of a sudden when i read the dramatic and flair words.

Actually agree on that. Doyoung follows the demo and his perfectionism reflects in the way he sings. He often isn't relaxed mentally, he seldom lets go during recording (he works and he records fast). This karaoke demonstrated his "hidden skills" well (ep10, ep11, short ver).

I do like his ability to stick to the recording though. Many 127 songs don't leave room for improvisations, they are too perfected (layers, transitions) and should stay as the original version.

[siren-darkocean]

Songs that fit the Ice Toa series

⚠️ Spoilers of Characters warning ⚠️

Sapphira

Shatter Me (Lindsey Stirling)

Shadows (Lindsey Stirling)

Crystalize (Lindsey Stirling)

Lost Girls (Lindsey Stirling)

Sunflower (Post Malone ft. Swae Lee)

Painted Faces Remix (Trickywi)

Breakout (Cyroshell)

Closer to the Truth (Cryoshell)

Mata Nui

Elements (Lindsey Stirling)

Legendary (Skillet)

We Are As One (Bayonetta 3)

Regret Message (English Cover)

Ride (Presence)

Night, I Stand (Bayonetta Bloody Fates)

Mysterious Destiny (Bayonetta Bloody Fates & Bayonetta 1)

Ackar

Go The Distance (Peyton Parrish)

My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark (Fall Out Boy)

Phoenix (Fall Out Boy)

Just Like Fire (P!nk)

Stars Align (Lindsey Stirling)

Sonne

Riot (Hollywood Undead)

Kiina

Queen Bee (Rochelle Diamond)

Dreams Dreams Sweet Snow Version (NiGHTS Journey or Dreams)

American Horror Show (Snow White)

Master of Tides (Lindsey Stirling)

Shut Up and Drive (Rihanna)

Raise Your Glass (P!nk)

Cardigan (Emotional Oranges)

Gresh

Locked Out of Heaven (Bruno Mars)

Fly Me To the Moon Lullaby Ver (Bayonetta Origins: Cereza and The Lost Demon)

Dance of The Moonlit Jellies (Stardew Valley)

Nightmare (NateWantsToBattle)

We Fell in Love in October (Girl in Red)

Heartbeat (Childish Gambino)

Song of the Caged Bird (Lindsey Stirling)

Berix

Parents (Yungblud Ft. Chloe)

Monster (Paramore)

Bullet (Hollywood Undead)

Gravity Hurts (Cryoshell)

Thunder (Imagine Dragons)

Something Wild (Lindsey Stirling Ft Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness)

Dragon Age (Lindsey Stirling)

Toa Glatorian (Together/Fully Formed)

As Above, So Below (Cryoshell & Essenger)

Bye Bye Babylon (Cryoshell)

Elements Dubstep Mix (Lindsey Stirling)

Make a Man out of You (Peyton Parrish)

Connect (Ama Lee)

Toa Celeste

Toa Hyria

Slaughter House (Phonkha & ZECKI)

Toa Irene

Fertile Roland (Bayonetta 3)

Toa Eric

Dernière Danse (Indila)

Toa Chaosis

Ainsi Bas La Vida (Indila)

Toa Clara

Pretty Girl Era (LU KALA)

Roodaka

No Other Way (Simon Gribbe)

Roxy Nui (Icy Eclipse ver.)

Spider Woman Theme (Across the Spider Verse)

Haunted (Evanescence)

Addict (Anna ft. Caleb Hyles)

Addict Metal (Jonathan Young & Cristina Vee)

Follow the Light/Mask of Time (Legends of Metru Nui)

Lhikan Theme Sketch *DVD Menu* (Legends of Metru Nui)

On My Own (Ashes Remain)

Kohli Tournament (Mask of Light)

Where Do We Go (Lindsey Stirling)

Don't Let This Feeling Fade (Lindsey Stirling)

Freak the Freak Out (Victoria Justice)

Ella/Midnight

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes (Cinderella)

Lavender's Blue Dilly Dilly (2015 Cinderella)

A Million to One (Camilla Cabillo)

A Million to One Reprise (Camilla Cabillo)

How Does a Moment Last Forever (2017 Beauty and The Beast)

Days in The Sun (2017 Beauty and The Beast)

Sapphira & Mata Nui

Rain's Ballad/Eda's Requiem Vocal Cover (The Owl House/Linferno)

Where Do We Go (Lindsey Stirling)

Closer to The Truth (Cryoshell)

We Are As One (Bayonetta 3)

ZITTI E BOUNI & SHUN TikTok Mix

Sapphira & Teridax

Strider Theme (Bayonetta 3)

Queen Butterfly Theme (Bayonetta 3)

Garden Wall (Flower Tale Song)

Livin on a High Wire (Lemonade Mouth)

Ella/Midnight & Makuta

Beauty and The Beast (2017 Beauty and The Beast)

A Million to One/Could've Been Me Mix (Amazon Original Cinderella)

Roxy & Matoro

Revenant 2021 Remaster

Alejandro (Lady Gaga)

Fearless (Lost Sky ft. Chris Linton

Toa Mata/Nuva & Takanuva

After The Blackout (The Fold)

Ghost Whip (The Fold)

May edit in the future

[angelst4re]

Protective Jace please???? Maybe someone hits on reader and Jace gets super possessive or something???? Maybe with a really soft and snuggly reader next to Jace’s hard stoic-ness???

possessive jace possessive jace possessive jace!!!!! <33

Hands Off- Jace (Wayland? Lightwood? Herondale?) x Reader

warnings: none?

note: i need to write more for jace, he's just so <33 and i'm still only on the 4th book rn i need to keep reading!!

Jace had decided it would be safest if you stuck by his side tonight. Him, Alec and Isabelle were out doing what they do best, demon hunting. This had led them into Pandemonium, a place you had never been before. The lights and the music was enough to give you a headache. 

As Izzy and Alec parted from you and Jace into another room, Jace had told you to stay at the bar and to not talk to anybody until he’s back. You told him how it would be quite mean if someone had started a conversation with you and you had to just sit there and ignore them, but Jace didn’t care. He didn’t want anyone thinking they could take what was his. 

You stood by the bar, looking around at all the people with very unique styles. You then took your phone out, checking to see if there were any texts to reply to, anything to keep you from this boredom that had been thrown upon you. 

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” A man said, appearing at your side. He was around the same height as Jace but had short, brown hair with matching brown eyes. “I’m Will, by the way.” He added with a smile. You knew Jace would be mad if you spoke to him, but he seemed nice, what’s the worst that could happen?

“I’m y/n, and you’re right, I’ve never been here before. I’m waiting for my boyf-”

“Can I get you a drink, y/n?” He asked, testing out your name. 

“No, it’s okay, I won’t be here long-”

“Please, I insist!” He said, his voice almost demanding. 

“Okay,” you chuckled uncomfortably, “well, I’ll just have a lemonade then, please.”

“Pfft, really? Nothing stronger?” He pushed, his hand playing with the strap of your black cami top. 

“No, I don’t want-”

“Hey!” A familiar voice shouted from across the room, causing a few eyes to be drawn to your boyfriend, “hands off my girlfriend!”

Will removed his hand and looked around, spotting a slightly sweaty, dirty Jace heading this way. 

“I told you I have a boyfriend.” You said softly. 

“Y/n, what the fuck, I told you not to talk to anybody!” He threw his hands in the air. 

“I didn’t mean to, Jace. I just-”

“I’ll admit it was entirely my fault.” Will said, stepping away from the bar as you now stood by Jace’s side, snuggling into his shoulder. 

“I know it was.” Jace said, pulling you closer to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist, “my girl wouldn’t even look at you twice otherwise.” 

“Jace, he was only offering to buy me a drink…” You attempt to stand up for Will, but Jace doesn’t have it. 

“Yeah, and then what about after that? Get her drunk and take her home with you?” He laughed, “I don’t think so.” He gently let go of you and stepped forwards towards the other man.

And at that, Jace threw the first punch. 

... ... ...

Back at the institute, you refused to draw a healing rune on your boyfriend, telling him to heal like a mundane, it may teach him a lesson, to calm his anger and possessiveness. However, you didn’t let him suffer completely, you did clean up his bruised, bloody knuckles. 

“I can’t believe you, Jace.” You sigh, wiping the blood from his hand. 

“What? Did you just expect me to stand and watch his terrible attempt at flirting with you?” Jace chuckles, “I don’t think so.”

“He wasn’t flirting with me!”

“He was.” 

“He wasn’t!” You insist.

“Darling, he was.” 

As you gently wrap the bandage over his hand, you can’t help but take in how beautiful his hands were. They held quite a few scars, telling a story of his unfortunate, troubled life. After wrapping him up, you place a kiss over the bandage. 

“Baby,” you say, standing up from the bed, “I think our ideas of flirting are very different.”

“I know,” Jace says, looking at his bandaged hand. You put away your mini medical box and come back, standing in front of Jace as he was still sat on your bed, “but he was still flirting with you.” 

You sigh and turn to walk away, but Jace quickly pulls you by the waist so you fall onto the bed with him. You giggle as he places light kisses on your neck, attempting to push him away as it tickled. 

“He was flirting. And only I can flirt with you, okay?” He whispers against you, his teeth lightly grazing your skin. “Everyone else can get fucked, you’re mine,” he says between kisses, “only mine!”

[omegawolverine]

give me tgc recs. NOW

*waggles fingers gayly* hiiii delilah...its tgc time 😏

group chat podcast episodes (tbh these all kinda blur together but i tried to choose the ones i remember enjoying most):

episode 21 - grunk is leaving 😥

episode 20 - the jschlatt episode (no2)

episode 17 - try not to laugh extra goofy edition

episode 12 - we all met up!

episode 10 - the jack manifold episode (jack is shit faced)

discord videos:

discord prank calls 2 (generally i think prank calling is a dick move but this video is so funny ill let it slide)

you laugh you lose 1k

last to leave vc wins 10k (gateway drug video)

making an album on discord (DONNA)

we found a better discord

making an album on discord (ACTIN UP)

my discord used my credit card

irl videos:

sneaking yumi from TN to TX

tgc house tour

tgc meetup vlog (softwilly ver)

work out vlog 😏

tgc meet up (isaacwhy ver)

we made a lemonade stand

misc:

not tgc but yumi playing res evil bc his reaction to lady demitrescu is everything to me

tgc play roblox backrooms

more tgc roblox backrooms

tgc watch mr beast squid games

tgc on otk with schlatt!

[appri-dot]

> “lemon demon caught you stealing from the lemonade stand! you can’t take one without paying you might lose your hand!” > guess who listened to the song :] lemon demon (song) is lemon demon (character)’s brother I guess? he just. shows up in the ship one day with a lemonade stand and no explanation and the other lemon demon Freaks Out > also we can distinguish them with lds for lemon demon song and ldc for lemon demon character?? idk maybe :eyes:

□■□■□ Golden freddy/ shadow freddy ver, they look absolutely huggable and that's probably why cabbi learned to use tongues instead of their actual hands

[mint-thread-blog]

dusk. 「第一章」

o1. Pairings: I.M x Jooheon

o2. Genre: Short story, thriller, mystery, alternate universe

o3. Trigger warnings: Explicit sexual content, gore, self-harm

o4. Synopsis: Set in Tokyo, Japan. Inspired by Shuichi Yoshida's Parade. You, a dispassionate twenty-someting-year-old from America, and a demi-soloist for a prestigious ballet company move into a shared apartment with four guys. There's Wonho, a haughty, sensitive pâtissier, who's lost his muse, I.M, a makeup artist, who hates his job, Jooheon, a bartender, who is knee-deep in the prostitution business, and Hyungwon, a freelance model, who suffers from insomnia. All are fighting uphill battles in their own lives. However, when a corpse surfaces and strange suicides occur at an abandoned building nearby, the five are forced to dig deeper. By the time they figure out who they're dealing with, it may be too late to back out.

o5. Chapter title: 3:38 am

o6. Word count: 1,055

o7. Song: “Danger (Japanese ver.)” - BTS

You wake at 3:38 am with a headache. Or rather, a nauseating headache that made you feel as though someone had grabbed you by the ankles and smashed your skull against a car's windshield repeatedly.

Pulling the cotton quilt over your head, you attempt to drift into a dreamless sleep. Except, as you're lingering on the cusp between consciousness and unconsciousness, your roommate, Hyungwon begins his nightly mutterings interspersed with soulless laughter.

Groaning, you shuffle out of the room into the deserted kitchen.

During the day, Hyungwon is quiet, mysterious, with an air of sophistication one would expect a successful freelance model to have. But come nighttime, his sleeping habits make him seem like an entirely different person.

There's not a night, ever since you arrived when he isn't sleep-talking. Sometimes, dead-exhausted from practice, you sleep deeply enough to block out the ruckus. Other times, Hyungwon's screeching of random phrases frighten away any possibility of sleep.

Sifting through the fridge, you pull a face at a Tupperware container with some rice topped with what appeared to be a rotten raw egg. Who the hell forgot his meal and left it in there, unlabeled?

You're searching for the pitcher of lemonade you'd made during your day off last week when you happen upon expired, canned apple juice. It's a wonder that the pâtissier among you hasn't lost his patience over the monstrosities left in there.

Giving up, you pop open a can of Kirin beer from the six-pack Jooheon brought home on Tuesday. Sitting on a raised metal stool next to the kitchen counter, you fall into a little daze.

For the past three weeks, you've holed up with four oddballs in a cramped flat conveniently located in the middle of Shinjuku. Besides Hyungwon, there's Jooheon, the bartender, who resembles a gangster, I.M, the makeup artist, and Wonho, arguably the most normal of us all, and the no-nonsense pâtissier.

Initially, like any ordinary person, you were averse to living with random strangers in an apartment - especially with random males, who could be psychopathic rapists in disguise. Moreover, what would your friends and co-workers think? Residing with four males is just asking for an erotic harem to happen.

Not to mention, this flat-sharing arrangement business that Wonho's in charge of is, strictly speaking, illegal too.

However, with limited funds, you could only afford some narrow flat on the outskirts of Tokyo, which would mean a four-hour commute every day.

Not that you regretted moving in so hastily though. Everyone's pretty welcoming, except for Wonho. You have no idea what's rammed up his ass that's making him so damned irritable and rude towards you.

Admittedly, Wonho's appearance falls in your ideal type category. Like most young men in Tokyo, he's got dyed dark brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and a physique that even Hyungwon would be jealous of.

You only love Wonho's face though. Despite being the youngest, he lectures all tenants about their flaws around the clock.

Just last week, you were reprimanded for your "American habit" of "blasting distasteful music." Yeah, well, what 20-year-old listens to classical music if he's not a music major in university? The answer is none, except Wonho.

Thirteen-and-a-half hours and three cans of Heineken later, you arrived at Narita on March 28th. You were 22-years-and-five-months-old, and utterly disinterested in the life ahead of you.

Sure, you'd landed your position as demi-soloist at an established ballet company in Tokyo that regularly performed at the prestigious New National Theatre in Shinjuku ward. Aside from the little popularity you received, though, there was nothing to be thrilled over.

Then again, you could only blame yourself for your dilemma. For the past seven years, you drifted through the School of American Ballet as a "technically flawless, but artistically inexpressive" dancer, who didn't know why she was dancing anymore.

When you're seven, all you dream about is flouncing onstage, pink tutu decorating your hips, with radiant spotlights focused on you from overhead. Then, when you're 20-years-old, the old reality of having to pay bills, fund your own education while repaying ancient student loans, filters in.

Your parents suggested a change of environment. Hence, you moved to the bustling city, where your grandparents were from, that Tokyo is.

Two hours more, and you were standing, dumbfounded, map in hand, underarms drenched in sweat, craving sweets of any kind, in the middle of the late spring streets of Shinjuku. Having asked for directions in broken, awkwardly-phrased Japanese from fifteen pedestrians, you wound up at some bakery.

Peering into the interior, you saw giddy high school girls in uniforms, pudgy housewives, and businesswomen tiptoeing on their designer high heels, crowded on every square inch of the bakery's marble floor.

As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, causing a young couple strolling nearby to cast revolted glances at you. Shrugging, you joined the line outside the automated glass doors that snaked around the corner of the street.

To make the most of your waiting time, you leaned casually against your luggage, Kindle in hand. You're barely down the first page when you feel curious gazes on you from all directions.

You're not surprised. When you're young, and you've got dyed, platinum blonde hair, you're assumed to be some delinquent.

Two businesswomen walk by, carrying adorable boxes, undoubtedly from the bakery. The packaging's rather lavish, even for a bakery in Japan - the box's edges have a golden lace motif, and the top of the box is tied off with a silky gold ribbon.

Eventually entering the air-conditioned paradise, you jostled your way to the front to get a clear view of the pastries, encased preciously in a grand glass display like Sleeping Beauty in her secure coffin.

Your gaze lands on the pastries, and you're speechless. The opulent decorations of the bakery must've served as some distraction from the hideous pastries.

You, sure as hell, didn't line up under the sweltering sun for over half-an-hour just to see such atrocities.

You're fixated on a mini cake labeled "Ambrosia." Contrary to its majestic name, it's a cheap-looking, cylindrical, layered sponge cake topped with white mousse.

This wasn't a version of "The Tongue-Cut Sparrow" where the plainer cake tastes heavenly, while the gaudily decorated ones taste disgusting, right?

"Is something the matter, miss?" A fluid baritone voice greets you.

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[ficsforfangirls]

An Untitled Tomco

@boopy-boop, who requested a Tomco where Star accidentally gives Marco hypothermia and calls upon Tom to keep him warm while she finds a cure.

Disclaimer: I did not know this fandom. I had to look up and rely on my friend @ouranose for information so that I could construct this ficlet. I’m not sure if these people are in character, I avoided physical descriptions except where necessary, and just sort of relied on the general awkward feeling of being a teenager with feelings. If it’s not good - maybe just pretend I didn’t write it. Boopy, I really hope I didn’t disappoint.

So, Read & Enjoy this shot-in-the-dark Untitled Tomco Ficlet.

Sunny.

 Unbelievable.

   Miraculous.

     Magical.

       Exciting.

         Romantic.

  Summer is Marco’s favorite season. There’s no school, there’s no schedule, there’s no cold. While everyone else is sitting by the poolside drinking their sweating glasses of icy soda and chilled lemonade, Marco keeps his hands tightly trapped around a warm plastic bottle of sweet tea.

 See, people constantly are trying to have the best of both worlds. Nobody moves to California to be cold, so why bother trying to cool down? Marco loves swimming and all that, but he’s the sort to take breaks to play volleyball on the beach or snack on the blanket in the sunshine. He has always been happy being warm. Besides, he doesn’t like the feeling of swallowing something freezing cold as it moves all the way through his digestive system.

 Marco shivers at the thought. And also the shout of Star standing right behind…

 “I need to make a new batch of lemonade. Can you help me get the cooler inside?” The music isn’t playing that loud and the people that are hanging around the sprinkler aren’t exactly making a racket. Still, Marco smiles at her and nods his head easily. Star is a good person and his closest friend. Also, she lives with him so there’s that whole obligation as well. If he doesn’t help, well, it’ll come up later. It really doesn’t bother him, though.

 Once inside, Star and Marco set their bottles down on the table and get to work with the lemonade mix. Star handles the water – using her wand to permanently chill the water. The whole process is short and in no time, they’re walking the cooler back outside with a new round of red cups. Without much thought, Star pours herself a glass and takes a sip. “Delicious!”

 “What about your tea?” Marco asks passively. Star doesn’t hear him, though, because Tom rounds the corner of the house and calls out her name. She goes running, naturally, because they’re dating mostly. Honestly, Marco knows they are dating but they’ve not exactly made it public information. She walks over, lazy hugs him, and then starts gesturing to Marco’s collection of warm bottles of tea.

 Though he hadn’t noticed before, being inside the house is sort of stuffy and sticky, so Marco grabs the bottle closest to him from the table and races back to join his friends outside. He doesn’t drink from his bottle for some time. This person wants to talk about summer plans, this person wants to make plans for a trip to the beach, and this person wants to go to the movies this weekend. So Marco chats for ages before breaking away from the group to get a breather. One quick gulp of the tea reveals a cold that is so unfamiliar that Marco doesn’t even realize it soon enough to spit it out.

 In a split second, he’s shivering where he stands. Star shows up asking if he’ll come help her again with the lemonade. “I-I-I d-don’t kn-know if I-I c-c-can m-move.”

 “How do you mean, Marco?” Star tilts her head to side with a bit of curiosity tickling her voice. He thinks it is sort of cute in one of those innocent-kid sorts of ways. His mouth wants to twitch into a smile but it can’t. It wiggles in defiance of his body’s will to star in place but nothing more.

Star notices. “Oh my goodness. You literally can’t move, can you?” She pokes her hand out and touches Marco’s cheek. It is cold. She runs her thumb over his lips. They are turning white, nearly blue. Unsure what to do, Star howls over her shoulder for the only person she thinks can help. “Tom!”

 Tom swaggers over in the way that a fire demon does, Marco thinks to himself. Their friendship is a strange one. As Star’s boyfriend, there’s this rivalry between them. It is petty and unwarranted. Marco isn’t necessarily vying for Star’s romantic attention in the way that Tom is, though he does like to have her attention and occupy her time. Tom also doesn’t always regard Star in the way that Marco feels that she deserves but that falls in this category of ‘neither here nor there.’ All in all, Tom swaggers and it’s not a good sort of thing or a bad sort of thing – it’s just a thing that he does.

 “Yes?” He asks, eyeballing Marco suspiciously.

 Frowning, Star explains what is happening to both boys. “I think I’ve given him hypothermia on accident. I’ve been charming the water for the lemonade and the ice so it doesn’t melt as fast. I tested it on my tea but I could see it was too strong. I left it in the kitchen earlier next to his and I’m thinking he might’ve picked it up by mistake.” Tom is nodding but not really paying attention. He’s eyeballing Marco as if he’s some sort of science experience, which isn’t actually accurate.

 He’s a magic experiment. Though, is that really any better?

 Marco decides not and chitters his reply. “S-so r-rev-vers-se it?”

 “Easier said than done,” Star coughs in perfect unison with Tom’s smooth voice. Their innate knowledge of the unreliable state of her magic with the wand escapes Marco at times, being an Earth person and all. Making a noise that is probably a sigh, Star makes a temporary order until she can manufacture a resolution. “Tom, take him inside and keep him warm. Hypothermia will kill him, and quickly, if we don’t warm him up.”

 “Sure. I’m not a fan of the sprinkler either way,” Tom speaks flatly. He picks Marco up unexpectedly in the same fashion as a husband might pick up a bride. Strange as it might be, the second that he’s touching Tom – he feels better. Hopelessly and shamelessly, Marco nuzzles his face closer to Tom’s cheek and his lower right eyeball.

 Inside, Tom drops Marco on the couch, which he’s not incredibly grateful for, and leaves to get some blankets. Sitting in the room, which is always a pleasant seventy-seven degrees, feels no different than sitting in an icebox. There’s a settling cold that’s there but not there. It doesn’t belong but it’s been manufactured. It’s hard for Marco to still think that it’s coming from within himself but there’s much to get used to with magic all around.

 “Hurry up and get back here,” Marco hesitantly commands through barred teeth. He doesn’t like the way he sounds when he stutters and he doesn’t want to sound particularly clingy, either, since it could set off Tom. His temper is unpredictable, even if it has gotten better to some degree. Marco rocks back and forth on the couch. Well, kind of. He can’t move more than an inch or two without creating a breeze.

 Tom returns with his comforter and the extra blankets from Star’s room and buries both of them in layers of warmth. Adding to it, at Marco’s request, Tom uses his pyrokinesis to create more heat. Truthfully, it only makes a marginal difference, but he is desperate for it. California isn’t a cold place and Marco isn’t a cold person. He doesn’t like it so he just scoots closer to Tom and snuggles him.

 At first, it isn’t clear how Tom actually feels about it, but he soon begins to prattle about how it’s nice to be needed for something good. He goes on and on about impressed he thinks Star will be that he is using his demonic powers for good. This seems really important to him but mostly in a boyfriend brownie points perspective. Eventually, Marco grows a bit tired of it and shakes his head against Tom’s shoulder. “You aren’t finding the cure, you know. She’ll be the hero of her own story.” Star Butterfly deserves her time in the spotlight, even if the spotlight is on a problem that she created and that she has to solve. Sometimes, heroes are self sufficient in all of the ways, even the bad ways, and that’s fine. It makes for a good story.

 Marco feels Tom tense underneath his body. “I’m sorry.”

 Tom laughs. “Apologize for what? I know I’m not good enough for her in your eyes.”

 “N-n-onsense,” Marco mumbles. Never once did it occur to him that Tom isn’t good enough for Star. That is absurd. Tom has his flaws and he has growing to do, but not so much that he wouldn’t tell Star to stop dating him. He isn’t jealous of Tom at all, either, so wherever he got the idea that he’s ‘not good enough’ in some way is absurd. “I th-think you’re f-fine. No-not perfect, no-not even great, but w-well enough. Star c-can make those choices f-for herself. I just think sometimes you need to give her the credit for her own actions.”

 This quiets Tom and they just sit there awkwardly in the silence while he deliberates what this reply means. He picks apart each word. Discerning each syllable, change in tone, and miniscule facial movement, Tom comes to the conclusion that something else causing his critical eye. Marco doesn’t feel like he has a critical eye for Tom specifically, but Tom feels that way, so he feels that he needs to find the answer. “Do you like me, then?”

 “S-sure,” Marco says. “I l-like having you around.” It’s as simple as that. Marco likes things to be simple. Magic is great but he’s not totally used to having it around. Mundane can be magical in it’s plain sort of way. “Really, I-I do.”

 “I like having you around too,” Tom replies steadily, turning his head just enough to peer down at Marco. They share an odd sort of glance. A surge of warmth spreads through the blanket when their eyes meet, which forces Tom to look away nervously. Marco wonders if the heat reflects emotions in any way. The curiosity invites a completely unfamiliar thought upon it’s passage through his mind.

 What would it mean if it did reflect his emotions? How would Marco feel if it did and he knew which emotion? Which emotion would he want it to be? A different sort of shiver works through his bones and even though he wants to lean away from Tom, he simply pushes himself closer. Rigidly they share a very small space until people begin leaving and Star shows up with a cup of warm green tea, steam rolling over the rim and all.

 “It took a few tries but I’m pretty confident I got it right,” her voice betrays her as it trembles the closer she gets to Marco. Tom has to peel layers of blankets away and help move his hands upward to take the cup away from Star. Then all three of them work to get the drink to his lips without spilling. Just as quickly as the hypothermia had set on him, it melted away with the charmed green tea as it soaked into his whole body. Able to move freely and speak without a stutter, Marco utters his ‘thank you’s to both Tom and Star.

 Later, long after Tom has left, Marco knocks on Star’s bedroom door. She calls him in but he stars at the door, leaning on the frame. “I’m really sorry about today,” she offers tiredly. It was a long day of hosting her friends and rushing around to fix the mess she unintentionally created with his nearly dying (a bit dramatic but not inaccurate). Marco waves it off.

 “I actually came with a question,” Marco counters, and details how Tom had sent off a quick heat wave during their conversation. It made him curious if his pryokinesis reflected his mood at all. Star paused to consider it very seriously before nodding her head.

 “Yeah, I think a bit,” she smiles. “What were you talking about?”

 Marco doesn’t want to reveal the train of thought he’d had or suggest that Tom might be anything other than loyal to her. It would be a stretch and far outside his place to suggest something so farfetched anyway. He lies, since he can’t really make heads or tails about what the heat wave meant, if anything. “We were talking about you being your own hero and all.”

 “How sweet,” she whimpers the way all human girls do when their boyfriends have flattered them in some way. There’s no need in correcting her. Tom isn’t a terrible guy, even if he is a demon. Marco mutters something like ‘goodnight’ and wanders back to his room. On his mattress is a freshly folded blanket, warmer than the rest on his bed, and a handwritten note.

 “In case you are still a bit chilly,” Marco reads the note in a whisper. As he crawls into bed, this is the blanket that he wraps around himself first. Cuddled inside and happy to be warm again. As he begins drifting off, teetering somewhere between being awake and being asleep, he hears Tom’s voice in perfectly clarity. “I like having you around too,” with imaginary surges of warmth reaching all over his body.

[basckctcase]

☾ my baby l u d v i k

Send ☾ + name for one of my muses for the following:

the basics:

-name: Ludvik Johannes Mijáilovich.-age: 18.-zodiac sign: cancer.-one good trait: altruista.-one bad trait: inquieto af.

habits:

-one bad habit: comer cosas dulces en exceso.-one good habit: siempre prefiere caminar.-one habit they can’t break: let’s be honest, flirtear con la gente, aunque la mayoría de las veces ni siquiera se da cuenta, pero es culpa de su carisma y la gente lo malinterpreta.-one they’ve broken: robar caladas de cigarrillos ajenos. -what they’re afraid of: perder a quienes ama.

family:

-their parents names: Meredith y Jakob ( @dcspertar my dear, pls corrígeme si me estoy equivocando bc mi memoria es horrible)-their siblings names: Minerva y si no recuerdo mal, el hermano era Ares (again, jo, my dear)-favorite childhood memory: debe tener muchas, pero probablemente sea cuando le regalaron sus primeros óleos and that kind of stuff y empezó a pintar for real.-favorite childhood toy: sus lápices de colores ??? also lo imagino jugando con esos soldaditos o animalitos de plástico lmao o de plano jugaba con barro, tipo hacía peleas de barro con sus amigos y así bc he never gave a fuck about su imagen.-embarrassing story: ok but puede que alguna vez haya cometido alguna imprudencia en un evento (la inauguración de un hotel o algo así de importante), por ejemplo, haber comido demasiados pasteles y vomitar en público o causar algún desastre como pasar a llevar algún objeto de valor y que éste terminara en el piso lmao -favorite family member: su mamá (sí, es un niñito de mamá y a mucha honra)-a story about that family member: con su mamá son muy cercanos y tienen una conexión muy linda, tipo ella lo mira y sabe cuando está mintiendo o cuando le pasa algo más que no quiere contar y se pueden comunicar sin palabras. Así que probablemente ella se haya dado cuenta de que está enamorado de alguien o que anda más contento de lo usual (y maybe maybe ella sepa que es Émeric ????)

what they prefer:

-coffee or tea? té exageradamente dulce.-showering in the day or night? es tan random que ambas dos.-taking baths or taking showers? showers but tomaría baths con émeric bc yes jkhgdg-tv or movies? películas-writing or reading? leer porque las cosas que escribe no se las muestra a nadie.-platonic or romantic love? los dos.-iced tea or lemonade? los dos.-ice cream or smoothies? los dos.-cupcakes or cake? los dos o cualquier tipo de comida dulce tbh.-beach or mountains? playa.

favorites:

-song: siempre cambia, pero, por ahora sería “Say yes” de Elliott Smith.-band: The cure, The Smiths y los Velvet underground.-outfit: este, este o este son muy él y la creatividad no le da para más en el ámbito de la -moda lmao.-place: cualquier lugar que le cause inspiración o cualquier lugar donde pueda estar con Émeric (bc he’s so in love)-memory: bc he’s so in love, vamos a mencionar un recuerdo con Émeric. Cuando estaban en Grecia y se alejaban de sus familias e iban a la playa o a caminar por ahí de la mano, mientras hablaban sobre mitos griegos o Lud salía con algún dato curioso sobre la isla (y probablemente ni siquiera tenía fundamentos, but Lud es Lud). Also cuando Ém lo besó por primera vez !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-person: Patti Smith, su mamá, Odette y Émeric.-movie: Stand by me *-*-show: no es mucho de ver tv shows, but le gusta mucho Freaks and geeks.

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: October 2018

You are the dolphin queen-a, doing her best, only Seventina.

========== Stand-Outs ========== Hatching Do My Best! Love Words III I'm Sure I'll Miss You Prague Cutting-Loose Ego Hit The Floor Didn't I Tell You? Shama (Gauze Paralysis) Midair Bouquet Dolphin Jet Music Like Magic! Ikka (Oh Well) Hydrangea And Yet the Reply is Clumsy QTQT Easy-Losing Solomon SCALE BLASTER Will you marry me? Hungry Lebel 17 seventh truth In the Bubble Precious Junk Seventina

========== Worth Your Time ========== S-K-Y Rumbling Girl World-Creation Diary Lily of the Dawnless Night Kiki Kaikai It's Your Fault Halcyon Longing From Me to Me Backlit Lips Clinging to Life Messed-Up Strange praise Showery Star Trail Morning of Goodbyes NO RICE☆NO LIFE Dawn Elegy Toy From Ghost in Room 201 to You. H:3!!! (Happy Halloween Holiday) 0401 FULL ver. Planet Traveler One Day Override hello See Illusion Requiem I'm in the illusion (10th 10.10 remastered) Crystal Pomegranate Until I Give Up My Dreams and Become an Adult War in the Brain Flip Flop Iced Tea Nananananana Good Girl Splashing Blue Feigned Ignorincess smoky pink Despair, 6 AM Twilight (Rerun) Celeste Black Lily Starmine Lonely Dance Samigu -Shamijami- Lemonade Lemonade Theoretical Ennui endless wedge Love Trap Angel and Holiday Pierce the Mouth Electric☆Super Girl Light That's Enough A Sardine Grows From the Soil A LITTLE The Anniversary Song Pandemonium Cavefish To Fight With Words Illusion Simulation Lying Foxy Girl Lamentabile Crowd and Noise Booo! Ubel Code affogato Spirits Paradise Touka Samhain Trick or treat in the nightmare Atrium no8xf's set Hide-and-Seek Song Game Girl Glad to Have a Minor Role Public Secret Like You

[kpopfanficsforthesoul]

Summer Vibes! Soyou (SISTAR Series)

Bora’s Ver. - Hyorin’s ver. - Dasom’s ver.

Summers with Soyou would consist of:

Writing your own summer jams with her guitar

Spring cleaning isn’t the only huge cleaning season. Summer cleaning is also very customary

Okay, there will be lots of cooking 

She’d cook fresh and healthy summer foods

You’d invite the girls over for a barbecue and Soyou would happily make a feast for everyone

You’d go camping and she’d cook over a fire

Listen, when it’s hot outside, modesty is thrown out the window. 

Not that that’s a problem

We’re all about being comfortable, am I right ladies?

Shopping trips with Key

You are their third wheel/ photographer. 

Like Bora, she’s another firm believer of waking up early to exercise, especially when the weather is nice

Taking her to get a manicure as a special treat

I can see her wanting to go on a fun trip

Not anything too expensive or far away, somewhere beautiful but simple

Jeju Island? (Sorry it’s my dream to go there.)

Visiting huge fields of wild flowers and green tea plants

Picking berries and other fruits

If seeing the natural beauty of the island while standing next to the natural beauty of Soyou doesn’t make your summer unforgettable, then I don’t know what will. 

Visiting farmers markets

Enjoying cold watermelon and lemonade

You thought Key would be gone after the shopping trips? Lol, think again. 

Key will be your summer wardrobe consultant.

You and Soyou are some of his favorite people, so he loves to be helpful as a fashionista

Collecting sea shells

Having a competition to see who can read more books before the summer is over

You both might give up and just go out for ice cream

But you know, it could happen

As a big finale of the summer, the girls organized a baseball game for all their friends. 

Bora invited Tiffany and Taeyeon, Hyorin invited UEE, Dasom  tried to invite BoA, and of course Key and the members of Infinite, Boyfriend, Monsta X, and the Cosmic Girls would come.

You offered to be their designated social media coordinator/ photographer

Which was just a made up excuse so you didn’t have to play because you know how intense Bora and Hyorin would get

Summer with Soyou would be non stop fun. You’d never be bored as long as you have this beautiful girl by your side. You lucky dog, you!               

Author’s Note: Aish, this girl is such a bias wrecker! I hope you enjoyed this! :-) The last member of the series is Dasom, which will be published soon. Thank you!

[Masterlist]

-Marie 💗

[abigailswager]

Cowboy or Business Entrepreneur,

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Cowboy or Business Entrepreneur,

Are you running your business like any type of “rdquo & Lone Ranger;, heroically and anonymously facing the dangers around you offwith at least one friend who can assist you , This is quite common in the world, and I will never deny that some cowboys do gain great success. But going it alone is not the way of the business perso: than were required to succeed in modern business you need more knowledge and skills. After our “cowboy” instance, movies and writers glorify the life span of a cowboy, yet it was a life that is dangerous and difficult. And most cowboys were poor, living a life of famine and feast according to the seasons. But a lot of cowboys were different: they were utilized the experience of being on the trail and also entrepreneurs and creating networks of contacts in different towns to build a kind of business into which they invested money and their time. Oft need to worry about trade agreements, over regulation or other obstacles that many people face, but they did have to deal with violence and natural dangers that we never face. In the 21st Century, though immigrants come from places rife with lawlessness and violence, and they know to bring their skills of negotiation and risk management to the countries to which they have migrated. Once again, some decide to work on their own and others build and invest in a team to work with. In the new Bitcoin / Cryptocurrency sector we can observe many &cowboys; ldquo & rdquo; trying to make lots of money for doing business without worrying about their community or the & ldquo; principles & rdquo and establishing business. We hear them yelling that there are no rules, that they’re free to do as they please… but then they need to exchange their virtual cash for tons of cold, hard money… their liberty to buy and sell bitcoins as they want seems to be tied to getting paid in what they, themselves are valuing as cash. Such is the life of the cowboy on the range, needing to be paid in legal tender, although taking cattle to market, knowing they’re worth a small fortune. Modern business is really not very favorable to the loner entrepreneur: reduce risks, we will need to work together to leverage opportunity, and find solutions which are possible when we all participate. Yet I see individuals start off on their own, possibly because their work team is not up to teamwork or because they are loners, every day, and those ventures are ver difficult to develop into a significant success. Regrettably, many build on prosperity and the skills of the & ldquo; cowboy & rdquo;, but falter when this lone leader is unable to maintain the effort. This can happen to family businesses, farms, corporations, candy stores, even lemonade stands! If they are to grow and flourish, a team is needed by all businesses. And that team must become a community of stakeholders for lasting success. Do you have a team, Do you have a community, Modern culture exists thanks to individuals working. To reap profits that are legal within culture, You need organizations in. That’s the reason why I work hard at bringing people and their voices. Are you ready to stop being cowboy, Need I say more, Contact me. Manny Perez

[selkiecide]

Gimme: heart, music suggestions, and ideals. Dream birthday celebration if you're up for it. For the second, I've been listening to Used To Be Better by Girls Rituals and Lauren Bousfield all morning. Good shit.

The word heart by itself to me obviously has the direct denotation of the organ that keeps me alive but if I’m going to derive an answer that would make an ask interesting to read I’d say the heart of me is really just someone that’s trying to be happy no matter what considering for the past 23 so years I’ve my life I’ve been decidedly unhappy and trying to fix that. Or perhaps I’m entirely misconstruing the meaning behind the question, Goodness knows.

It then makes a rather nice segue to my ideals. I’m not a complicated person. I’m not religious and I don’t take my morality from any direct teaching or moral compass. Instead, I’ve gathered my ideals instead from being privileged enough to live all over and meet all kinds of people with different ideologies and ideas of right and wrong and for better or worse my parents didn’t give enough of a shit about me to really censor anything. So, I think the closest thing I have to a true ideal is learning for the sake of making a more understanding world and to better understand how I stand in relation to it. In the words of Head Scribe Vree “It’s a fine day for learning”

My dream birthday celebration then is mostly simple. I don’t really have a picture in my mind of where I’d like to be. Nor am I nihilistic enough to say that It’s just another day and I’d continue to live as though it didn’t matter. But honestly more than anything I just like spending it with people that I love. Whether it be with my girlfriends or someone more platonic, I just enjoy being around the people I choose to spend my time with. Also some food would probably be nice. I’m not really much of a sweets person outside of citrus fruity flavors, so probably just a nice dinner somewhere. Yeah, there we go.

So, saving the most light hearted thing for last Music Recommendations; My specialty.  I typically tend to recommend albums over single one off tracks so I guess I’ll just give a combination of things that I think a non specific taste would like.

1. Pink Lemonade by Closure in Moscow

This is an easy one to recommend and one of the albums that i’ve recommend to a lot of people over the last few years. It’s so frenetic and all over the place in terms of musical composition and sheer atmosphere that I think anyone can find something to enjoy from it. Definitely check out Seeds of Gold and Church of the Technochrist, the Standout tracks

2. MoeJazz Dreamer Bossa Nova Ver.

Lily recommends some awful anime bullshit, what a surprise. But really the mood of this little track is evocative of something very interesting and beach-y which is just a happy little mood that I’m happy to have sometimes. I always smile when this comes into rotation so I guess, just be happy with it i guess. If you want some more of this I’m always happy to recommend the original soundtrack of Yokohama Kaidashi Kikou which is overall very good and gives me the same sort of vibe

3. We’re Beautiful by ARSRDST, Diveo

The closest thing possibly relating to the track you mentioned though much softer in tone and whatnot. It’s just a fun little track that gets stuck in my head a lot and I think that’s worth recommending.

There wasn’t really a coherent theme to any of those or some deeper meaning but I guess that’s just how I am with music. I just dump. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this massive pile of brain fluid.