#summertime au

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A congratulation art for my fanfic which just hit 500+ hits.

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[velvetwyrms]

Summertime - A Modern Sci-Fi/Horror/Monster Romance AU ft. Evolved/Machine Herald Viktor

Chapter 1: Wake up sunshine, the apocalypse calls. [Link]

Rating: Mature

Length: 2.6k+ words.

Pairings: JayVik, CaitVi, Timebomb

Characters: Jayce, Viktor, Caitlyn, Vi, Jinx, Isha, Ekko.

Additional tags: Horror, Body Horror, Uncanny Valley, Alien Invasions, Found Family, Starts off as alien horror and turns into something else, Don’t even worry about it, Jayce sleeps through the apocalypse and inconveniences everyone, Get up my boy we’ve GOT to GO!!!, Alternate universes of vast and varied numbers, Inspired by Cloverfield and Annihilation, This AU isn’t only set in an alien invasion scenario, I’m not sure how long it’ll be, but I do know two things, I need more Isha in my life and Jayce needs Viktor so badly it makes him look stupid.

Summary: The strangest summer of Jayce Talis’ life started with him sleeping through the apocalypse. Somehow, the events that followed just got weirder.

[Please reblog to stop my hours of hard work from dying in your likes. This let’s others enjoy it and motivates me to write more of this AU! <3]

[thenightmarketofdathomir]

Sugar, Baby

Three bros and an ice cream shop. That's it. That's the summary.

Warnings: Sex in public, oral (receiving), oral (giving), food play, smoochies and sexual tension

Feral: Half midnight and it's sweltering. Floors mopped. Chairs up. Moths fluttering around the street lamp. Shop's closed but he's got his feet up on one of the picnic table benches out front, elbows on his knees and a bar mop over the sleeve of his tank top. Vanilla dripping over his knuckles from the cone that's dripping. A quick tongue, but lazy to lick it up; not fast enough to catch every drop, but he's making eye contact while he enjoys it, half-smiling in that amber spotlight like the spot beside him is an invitation but you don't get the chance to sit. Five minutes and you're around back. Vanilla on your lips. Cold kisses between your thighs. Honeyed fingers pulling you closer. Your skirt up around your thighs. That slow tongue gives your clit the same treatment as the cone he was eating: like you're the sweetest thing he's ever tasted.

Savage: The apron doesn't fit him, and neither does the ridiculous paper hat perched jauntily between his horns. His thick arms. Those short sleeves. Little pinafore striping on everything. Those heavy thighs of his in shorts and flip-flops don't quit either. The big guy pulling scoops and making sundaes wears his uniform proudly, even when he's covered in chocolate sauce; even when you're on your knees beneath that silly little apron frothing whipped cream on his cock. The floors are immaculate, the tile cold under your knees, thank stars the air conditioner's still working because hard work like this gets you sweaty. With his hips against the bar, his clawed fingers gripping the edge, you count how many licks it takes to get to the center of this tootsie pop.

Maul: Works in back because he scares off the customers, churning the machines, making sure the deep freeze isn't too cold, keeping the proportions of sugar and cream and cherries perfect. Maul's Dark Side scoop is an exercise of passion: perfect ingredients, chilling timed to perfection. No one questions why he sneaks you in through the back door — you, the self-proclaimed taste tester — bent over one of the storage shelves, tasting his creations with tiny spoons while he watches and weighs your reaction when it turns rapturous. And him: more than indulgent. Devouring your expression. "This is good," you tell him — some dark chocolate and berry thing today. "Wait," he slows you, a thumb taking a smear off your chin, hovering in the moment where seconds pile together into tension. "Did you get it?" you ask him, but your gaze lingers on his lips, even as he leans in, smirking as he licks at the spot. "I did," Maul tells you, but the words are muffled against your kiss. He tastes like it too, you realize: currant and cherry and chocolate and sin.

[formsofcontinuity]

When the Light Leans Past Our Shadows (Chapter 2)

And it’s only been a little over a week! I’m sitting in a hotel room at 2am and should really get to sleep, but I just had to post this first.

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“Well, don’t you two look lovely together.” 

Kara startled at Lena’s voice, the slight jerk of her body causing Vermeer to spook. He sidestepped unexpectedly, a jarring motion at a canter. There was a suspended moment in time where she worried she might fall; Kara’s balance shifted dangerously to one side and the gravity of the sandy arena seemed to pull at her. Luckily, Vermeer recovered his footing quickly, and Kara was able to reseat herself, organizing the reins and straightening her posture, before soothing the horse with a palm on his neck. 

Kara brought Vermeer to a halt and then turned his head and her own body in the direction of the voice behind her. Lena, to her credit, looked absolutely mortified. Kara found herself smiling and waving away the other woman’s apology before she even started to issue it. 

“Oh my god. I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Lena. It’s fine.” 

Kara laughed, as she turned Vermeer fully and trotted over to Lena, who was standing at the far end of the arena, her hand over her heart. 

“Horses spook. It’s part of the package.”

Lena was shaking her head, flustered. “Well, I know better than to approach a horse from behind like that. I could have been a panther for all he knew.” 

Kara drew Vermeer to a stop at the fenceline, and Lena reached out a hand to stroke the horse’s nose in apology. Kara looked down at the heiress, dressed in what she supposed was what Lena considered casual: a tight-fitting pair of maroon pants, low-heeled boots, and a printed blouse. Lena’s hair was up in an elaborate, loose bun, her makeup delicate. She looked breathtakingly beautiful–but Kara quickly shook that thought from her mind before it had a chance to take hold.

She cleared her throat and Lena’s eyes, which had been lingering somewhere around Kara’s legs wrapped snugly around the saddle, snapped up to meet Kara’s gaze. Kara smirked, “You don’t look like a panther to me. I think we’re safe.” 

“It wouldn’t be the first time someone mistook me for predatory,” Lena quipped, before seeming to realize what she’d said. She took a step back from the fence, her tone shifting to something more practiced and careful.. “Don’t feel like you have to stop on my account.” She gestured expansively at the arena with one arm. “I just wanted to see how you were settling in, but I can come back later when you’re done, if that’s easier?” Lena started to back away from the arena to leave Kara to her own devices, which was exactly the opposite of what Kara wanted.

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[cherryflavr]

the ocean

[finntaur]

cameras and fireflies? for the ask thingy

Quackbur, set in the same AU as the last one-shot. Thank you anon! this came up to 700 words total dfhfg

Wilbur had promised Phil and Techno he would be home before dark. After all, Phil couldn’t stay up all night watching Fundy, and Wilbur had a class tomorrow, and then there was also Tubbo’s recital he had to go to at the end of the day… but Quackity was persuasive. One shot turned into two into four, and before he knew it, Wilbur and Quackity had wandered off from their friend group, abandoning their cars in the parking lot of the bar.

The two were shit-faced, meandering around singing random songs that came to mind, eventually just shouting words cacophonously into the air hoping it would find a tune. They managed to leave the beach and the marina beside it entirely, waving drunkenly at the men working at the docks in the wee hours of the night.

The city was not glitzy, it wasn’t glamorous, it was old as balls. Untouched plots of land were scarce, especially with the city’s attempts to modernize, so the moment Wilbur saw a field, he pointed and demanded the two go there immediately. Quackity, in his inebriated stupor, couldn’t agree more.

The two walked over to the field, which had actually been property, and jumped the fence. They giggled and shushed one another as they made their way into the center. When they got to it, Quackity flopped down on his back, making a grass angel. Wilbur sat beside him, looking at the other fondly. The giggling had stopped now, the energy starting to dissipate. Quackity’s arms and legs had stilled and he was now starfishing as he looked up at the night sky. The stars were out, and Wilbur couldn’t help but stare at Quackity’s eyes. The stars reflected almost perfectly from what Wilbur could see, and he found himself lost in them for a moment.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Wilbur chuckled at that and turned to look at the sky himself. He drew his legs to his chest, a small smile on his lips. “Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a camera.” Quackity scoffed, “You brought your phone, didn’t you?” Wilbur looked back at Quackity, lifting an eyebrow. “You really want me to take your picture?” Quackity sat up then and smirked. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll let you take more than-”

“Okay.” Wilbur interrupted, patting Quackity’s shin.

He leaned forward to grab his phone out of his back pocket. Wilbur pulled it out and opened it up, looking for the camera. Meanwhile, Quackity looked at the grass around them, delicately running his fingers through the blades. He moved his hand back towards himself and noticed a bug on it, but instead of throwing it, he examined it. It twitched a little, then it’s wings opened up and it lit up, emitting a soft glow. He moved and set the firefly on a blade of grass, watching as it glowed. And then he sneezed.

Wilbur managed to open the camera on his phone and turned towards Quackity at the perfect moment. Behind Quackity, hundreds of fireflies had flown up. Quackity basked in the glow, laughing as the bugs flew up. Wilbur paused for a moment, staring at the other before reacting. He pulled the phone up and took the picture.

He lowered the phone and looked, smiling at the scene before him. Quackity was still giggling a little at the fireflies, which had all begun moving on from the area. He stared at the stars again, a small smile on his lips and a fond look in his eye. Wilbur then looked down at the phone, checking to see if the photo was good. He smiled at it, giggling maniacally. He turned and showed Quackity the photo, giving him the phone when he reached for it.

The photo was of Quackity, his head leaned back and eyes closed, laughing. Behind him were hundreds of fireflies, almost like a curtain of twinkling lights. Quackity was silent, staring down at the phone. Wilbur paused, smile dropping as he watched him. “Is it okay?” Quackity quickly looked up, like he was startled. He took a second before smiling again and looking back down at the phone.

“...It’s perfect. Thank you, Wilbur.”

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[bazzybelle]

TITLE: A First Time for Everything

RATING: Mature (for now...)

CATEGORY: M/M

SUMMARY: How much can you tell about a relationship by their First Moments?

Can you tell how much they mean to each other? How much of an impact those moments had?

Can you tell whether or the relationship will blossom into something beautiful, or whither on the vine?

Baz is a lonely boy, who would like nothing less than to spend every summer vacation far from home, in a tiny town on the shore.

Simon is a scrappy orphan, recently taken in by his last living relative. He just wants to adjust to his new life and make some new friends.

Told through a series of their "Firsts" over the course of several years, Simon and Baz will go from enemies, to friends, to something more...

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For @aristocratic-otter !

HI! I got you as my secret Snowflake!!! I really hope you like this First Moments AU! I took your love for first times and just RAN WITH IT!

You are such an amazing person, a kick ass server mod, and just lovely all around. It was an honour to write this story for you. I truly hope you like it.

Thank you to @amywaterwings @carryonsimoncarryonbaz and @giishu for being my never ending support in writing this fic, and for being the best dang betas!

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IMAGINE: THE HAMILTON CAST BUT EVERYONE IS COMPETING IN WIPEOUT