Here’s the official instagram account of Manon Mimie. This seems to be a small shop in Shibuya selling all kinds of cute clothes.Apparently it’s rather new, their stuff doesn’t seem to be available in any of the popular online stores.
2017/4/23 (Sun) 「Kalafina “9+ONE”」 Waku Waku Holiday Hall Setlist
01.五月雨が過ぎた頃に Samidare ga Sugita Koro ni
04. 明日の景色 Ashita no Keshiki
05. 光の旋律 Hikari no Senritsu
06. 未来 Mirai
09. 五月の魔法 Gogatsu no Mahou
11. to the beginning
12. 春を待つ Haru wo Matsu 13. 輝く空の静寂には
(Kagayaku Sora no Shijima ni Wa)
14. メルヒエン Märchen
17. Heavenly Blue
18. One Light
19. into the world
Joe MacMillan (Halt and Catch Fire)/ Lee Pace Fan Fiction
18+, nsfw, all that jazz (it’s smut, people)
It was late. The office was empty. I thought I was the only one still there. Which was why I was barefoot, with my nylons off, and my hair out of it’s normal french braid. I was on my way back from the bathroom when I heard a door slam. Then the heavy tread of boots on the polished floor. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that it was him. Joe MacMillan. Not that he had any idea who I was, but I sure knew who he was. He was kind of hard to miss. Not too many guys are almost 6 ½ feet tall, but it wasn’t just his size, he was one of those guys who just took over the room when he was in it. He looked a little less polished than he normally did too. His jacket and tie were off, the sleeves of his white dress shirt were rolled up and the top couple of buttons were undone. His brown hair was messed up, like he had been running his hands through it, and he looked tired. He even had the stubble of a beard on his usually clean shaven face. He had a sheaf of papers in his hand that he was frowning down at as he walked toward me, his heavy eyebrows drawn together with a deep wrinkle forming between them.
I was frozen watching him, afraid to move and have him notice me staring at him. So, I was still standing there, like an idiot, when he walked right into me. I knew he was tall, but I had never had the opportunity to be so close to him before, so I was shocked at the sheer scale of him. His rib cage hit me square in the upper back and his shoulder bumped me in the back of the head. He looked up with an expression of annoyance on his face and I was sure he was about to tell me off. His chest was rock hard and I could feel the bulge of his muscles against my back. I couldn’t move away from him if I had wanted to, so I just stood there pressed against him. All I could do was turn my head to the side to look at up at him over my shoulder. I could feel the muscles in his shoulder flex slightly as my head leaned back against him. His eyes met mine and his jaw tensed. His eyes were a gorgeous hazel color, green along the outside with a brown ring around his pupils. He glared down at me, unblinking.
I couldn’t look away from him and was half expecting him to shove me out of his way at any moment. Or ask me what the hell I was doing. Instead he tossed the sheaf of papers onto a nearby desk with one hand and reached the other hand into the hair on the back of my head and grabbed a fist full of my hair. The ache of anticipation was already starting to build deep inside me. I took a deep breath, and caught the faint scent of the expensive cologne that he had probably applied that morning. He tipped my head further back, pulling it harder against his shoulder as he continued to glare down at me. He wasn’t hurting me, but I wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted to rip out a handful of my own hair. I was starting to breathe faster and I’m not sure what look I had on my face, but he leaned down and dropped an open mouthed kiss on my mouth. He tasted like coffee and oddly, chocolate. He was tugging a little harder on my hair now and his lips were hard against mine. His breathing had become a little uneven as he kissed me. Suddenly he pulled back, eyes hooded, with his jaw slightly jutting out.
He studied me for a moment, then his mouth was back against mine, even harder and more demanding this time. I couldn’t help myself and let out a moan as I felt his tongue against mine. I could feel his lips curl up into a smirk as he explored every inch of my mouth. He still had my head pinned against his shoulder by my hair in his fist, but now his other hand was sliding along my hip, pulling the rest of my body back, tight against his. His belt buckle was digging into my back about half way up and I could feel his heat and hardness pressing against my lower back. A matching wetness was growing between my legs. His breath was hot in my mouth as our tongues twisted together. We were both breathing hard now and he was pulling my arm up, over my head, and on to his unoccupied shoulder. I ran my hand up the back of his neck and buried it in the hair on the back of his head as he ran his hand down my arm and across my collar bone. Apparently satisfied that I wasn’t going to try to escape, he untangled his fist from my hair and ran that hand down the outside of my other arm to my hip.
He slid slowly down against my back, spreading his long legs apart so he wasn’t towering over me quite as much. He broke the kiss and without moving his huge hand off my collarbone, reached up with his thumb and pressed gently against my chin to turn my head to the front. He took a ragged breath next to my ear and then trailed a series of hot open mouthed kisses down the side of my neck to my shoulder. His other hand was holding my hip firmly against him as he started grinding his hips slightly against me. By this point, I was grasping his forearm with my unoccupied hand and breathing heavily as I started moving own hips in rhythm with his, pushing against him as he pushed against me. His was already as hard as steel and I could feel the fabric of his pants straining as he rocked against me, each time a little harder than the last.
He was almost gasping for breath as his mouth got harder and hotter against my neck. The stubble on his face was chafing my skin every so slightly, and I could feel a hint of teeth in the last kiss. His hand fumbled at the top buttons of my shirt, eager to expose more skin. I couldn’t hold back another moan as he slid his hand down my leg and started yanking up the knee length skirt I was wearing. He had enough of my shirt undone to expose my entire shoulder and he was moving along it now, leaving a hot trail behind his mouth. He finally found the bottom of my skirt and his hand slid up underneath it to caress the skin on the inside of my thigh. I still had one hand on the back of his head, feeling the muscles in his neck flexing as he kissed back up my shoulder to my neck. My other hand was still on his arm, urging his hand to move higher up my thigh. There was an undeniable fire between my legs now.
The hand on my thigh paused for a moment, as the hand on my collarbone moved back down to the buttons on my shirt. He undid a couple more buttons to allow him to slip a hand down the front of my shirt and slide it over my breast. I gasped as he brushed my already hardened nipple with his thumb over the outside of my bra. He cupped my breast in his large hand and slid a couple of long fingers over the top of my bra and down inside drawing yet another moan from me as he gently pinched at my nipple. There was no doubt about the teeth grazing my neck now in addition to his tongue. He was still rolling his hips against me and if possible he had gotten even harder, when suddenly the hand on my thigh was in motion again. He slid it all the way up and in one motion hooked the top of my panties and gave them a yank downward, so that they slid down my legs to land on the floor. I stepped out of them with one foot and then his fingers were sliding down between my legs and plunging inside of me.
At that point, I gave up any pretense of being quiet and started moaning out loud. His fingers felt amazing as they slid in and out of me. I started bucking my hips harder, wanting as much contact with his hand as possible. He slid his other hand out of my shirt and slid it down to my other hip, holding me even tighter to his body as he continued to grind against my back. His kisses and now bites to my neck were becoming erratic as he focused his attention on the hand between my legs. Everytime he slid his fingers out of me, he ran them up and over my clit, making me cry out. Then he would slide them back down inside of me, reaching deep inside me. I was so close already and he had barely started touching me. Suddenly he gave a groan, the first noise I had heard from him, and slid his hand out from under my skirt.
Before I could protest, he was pulling me around to face him. He looked down at me for a moment, then lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as he kissed me full on the mouth again, his tongue insistent. I didn’t even realize we were moving until my back hit the wall. He hoisted me up even further, pressing me against the wall with his body. He reached up and with both hands began fumbling with the rest of the buttons on my shirt. When he couldn’t get the last couple undone quickly enough, he simply gave my shirt a yank and the rest of the buttons went flying. I had managed to unbutton his shirt while he was working on mine. I ran my hands over his chest, wondering at the ropey, raised, flesh my fingertips encountered. Then he was kissing down the side of my neck and I forgot to wonder about it anymore.
His lips traveled down my neck and over my collarbone. By this point, I was almost incoherent, reduced to nothing but whimpers as his mouth moved even lower, towards the top of my bra. I had both my hands buried in his hair and was rolling my hips against him as he slid down a bit lower to get access to what he wanted. One hand was sliding underneath me and starting to fumble with his belt, as his other hand slid the bra strap down my shoulder. He unceremoniously yanked the front of my bra down, exposing me to him, as he moved his mouth ever lower. I don’t think I had ever been so turned on in my life. I was practically dripping and frantically rubbing myself against his stomach as he finally ran his tongue over my nipple. It was like being on fire and having gasoline dumped on the blaze. As he teased me with his tongue, sucking gently at first, but then harder and harder on my nipple, I heard the rasp of his zipper and the soft sound of fabric puddling on the floor.
He released my nipple and slid his mouth slowly back up to my mouth and kissed me urgently again. Then he let my body slide down the front of his until I could feel the tip of him pressed against me. He stopped, holding me at that point, and pulled his head back to look me in the eyes again. Whatever he saw in my eyes must have been what he wanted to see, because he started slowly rocking his hips, sliding bit by tiny bit into me. I was moaning and gasping for breath and he was breathing so hard it was almost a gasp each time he slid a little further into me. He never broke eye contact with me until he was fully seated inside of me. With a groan, he pulled almost all the way out, braced his arms on the wall on either side of me, and then slammed his full length back into me. We both cried out and he dropped his head onto my shoulder.
He slammed into me again, but I could feel that he was holding back. I wrapped my legs more firmly around his waist and rolled my hips against him as he thrust into me again and again. He was gasping and moaning against my shoulder and I didn’t think he would last much longer. Suddenly he slowed, visibly gaining control of himself, and put a hand on each of my hips. He pulled my hips toward him, changing the angle and hitting something deep inside me. I cried out and thrashed my hips, but he wouldn’t let go. He raised his head from my shoulder, his hair damp and curling with sweat, and looked in my eyes again. I cried out again as he hit that spot inside me with another thrust of his hips. His lips found mine again as he set a steady pace. My legs were starting to shake as the pressure built inside of me. He could feel it too and his rhythm started to falter a bit as I shook and moaned. He didn’t let up though, not until he could feel my muscles start to clench around him. Then he took a deep breath and slammed into me as hard as he could as I screamed. As the waves of pleasure rushed over me, he gave one final thrust and moan and I felt the hot gush of his release inside of me.
He let go of my hips and pulled me slightly off the wall so he could wrap his arms around me. He dropped his head to my shoulder again and I rested my head against his damp hair. We were both breathing hard and it took a few moments to catch our breath as we held each other. As our heartbeats returned to normal, he lifted his head off my shoulder and kissed me gently. He had softened inside of me and he shifted gently to slide out, without letting go of me. He looked at me, almost tenderly, and said in a low voice, “I’m Joe.” I smiled shyly back at him and said, “I’m Lily. Nice to meet you.”
Helena and I went to the mall together. She found the black mullet skirt (some people call them hi-lo, but they’re mullet skirts) at Forever 21 for $6.80!! not even marked down and exactly what I was looking for, swishy and knee length!
That green top, on the other hand was $40 bucks at Express and was not purchased. Damn good though if I had the money… Anyone want to buy it for me? :P
The two red/gray dresses are also Forever 21, but not special enough, plus I was on the skirt hunt. We also bought me a blue sleeveless top with neck ruching at Wet Seal (!!) for like $10 bucks which makes a spectacular outfit, that I wore to a party the next night. Went over very well, will post outfit pic later!
Thanks Helena! Go Malls!
P.S. that one mirror says “#liveyourlife” damn straight
New Start (Teenage!Dean Winchester Fluff for Anon)
You weren’t the most popular girl in school, that’s for sure, but Dean was one of the most popular guys.
You woke up to the annoying sound of your alarm, getting chills down your spine. The first day of school was never your type of thing, hell school in general wasn’t. You sat up in your bed, then slammed your face back into the pillow and yelled. School wasn’t easy for you, all the fake people, the judging, the stereotypes, and it all just got on your nerves. You were pretty unsocial, you chose not to associate yourself with things that made you upset. You got out of bed and thew on some black leggings, black ankle boots a black Led Zeppelin tee, and a red and black flannel. you wore your hair in a messy bun, doing your eye makeup as a heavy cat eye. You grabbed your book bag and headed to your car. You got in your car and drove off to school. When you arrived, you parked your car and started walking towards the school, already annoyed. The screaming, the “omg I haven’t seen you in so long” gig. As far as you were concerned, it was all fake, and chances are, these bitches probably saw each other in the same week. You popped in your headphones and walked to your first class– Chemistry II. When you walked in the classroom, everyone was standing up, waiting to get their assigned seats. Part of you liked assigned seats, it definitely took the anxiety off of finding someone to sit with, then ending up having to sit next to the weird kid because no one else wanted to sit with you. As the teacher called out the lab tables, everyone waited in anticipation, hoping to sit next to their friends– which never happened. Then you saw him, Dean Winchester, you have had a massive crush on him freshman year, and he found out, leaving you humiliated and horrified. “Y/N and Dean.” The teacher said calling out your seat. “Shit” you thought going to take your seat. “Hey.” Dean said sitting down next to you. “Hey” you said, avoiding eye contact. “I haven’t seen you in a while, you look great.” he said as all the blood rushed to your cheeks. “Th-Thanks.” You said. “It was Y/N? Was it?” he asked you. “Yeah, and your Dean right?” you said sarcastically as he laughed quietly. “He’s a douche, he’s one of the popular varsity assholes, no need to get flustered over this asshat.” You thought trying to make yourself feel better. “I like your shirt, Led Zeppelin is badass.” He said coolly. “Oh. This thing? I’ve had it forever.” You said shrugging and finally facing him. “Well it looks nice.” he said, leaving you blushing. You had forgotten how gorgeous he really was, his green eyes, flawless jawline, and perfect lips.“Thanks, I like your-” you paused trying to find something to compliment without sounding like a creep. “Uh, personality.” You said dying inside “Really Y/N? Personality? You thought ready to die. "Well, I have to say, you are quite solid with the compliments aren’t you? But, for what it’s worth, your personality isn’t too shabby either.” he said chuckling a bit. “I try real hard.” you said sarcastically and smiling a bit. As the class began, the teacher taught some chemical formulas, the boring stuff you remembered from chem I. “Hey,” Dean whispered “Do you get this?” he asked facing you “Yeah, all you have to do is balance out the electrons of the products.” you said teaching and walking him through the problem. “Thanks, you’re pretty smart you know?” He said as you smiled back at him. As the class went on, you had to constantly help Dean with problems, walking him through the class. The bell rang, marking the end of the class. “Y/N” Dean called out to you. “Maybe you could stop by my house sometime and help me out with this a bit, its a little fuzzy.” “I don’t know if I’ll be able to, I may have to work.” You said. “Well here’s my number, just in case you can. Plus, I’d like to see a lot more of you. Call anytime you wanna study.” He said handing you his number, smiling and walking out the door. “Is this some kind of sick joke? Usually kids like Dean are asses. Unless this is a fake number.” You thought getting suspicious of Dean and the foreign idea of trusting someone and genuine kindness. The rest of the day was a blur, class after boring class, Until the final bell rang and you could finally leave. As you were about to hop into your car and leave the hell hole, you heard a voice shouting. “Hey! Y/N!” The voice said calling you. You turned around and saw Dean jogging towards you. You faced him.“Whoa, sweet car.” He said looking at your black ‘69 Camaro. “Thanks, so what did you need?” you asked, wanting to go home. “I was just wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? Maybe just dinner or something, nothing too big. It’s just that I never really got the chance to talk to you after freshman year. And the truth is, I liked you freshman year too, you just always pushed me away.” He said a little flustered. “What? Dean, you just can’t drop a hammer on me like that two years later! Do you know how I felt? It was horrible! I got told I was stupid for liking you, that someone like me didn’t have a chance! And you didn’t do shit about it!" You said angrily "I was stupid, and I’m sorry, and I don’t know how I could have missed the opportunity to have someone like you. And I just want to have a second chance.” He said, and you could tell he was being sincere. You sighed, looking at the cars driving by, “Fine.” You said “Come get me a six.” You said getting into your car. “See you at six.” Dean said smiling at you as you rolled your eyes and shut the car door. You sat in your car for a second, before turning on the radio and driving off. You had a date. With Dean Winchester. Tonight. At six. As soon as you got home you ran into your room and started digging through your closet and drawers, trying to find something okay to wear. “What do you even wear on a date?” You said to yourself quietly. Finally you found a black skater skirt, some high heeled ankle boots, and a cute red crop top. You wore your hair down, and a little bit wavy. By the time you were ready, it was six o five. “What if he’s standing me up?” You panicked, knowing it was ridiculous. Six ten. Six fifteen. You were starting to get anxiety. You paced back and fourth waiting for him to arrive. Until you saw a black '67 Impala pull up in front of your house, giving you a sigh of relief. You sat down on the couch and waited for him to come to the front door. Finally, he knocked. You opened the door “Hey."You said smiling at him. "Hey, you look amazing.” He said as you smiled in thanks. He held your hand as he walked you to the car, and opened up the car door for you as you got in. Dean got in and flipped on the radio. “Oh my god! I love this song!” You exclaimed as 'Carry On Wayward Son" came on. You and Dean sang along with the radio as you drove to the restaurant. You got out to the car laughing with Dean. You went in and ordered and talked over dinner. He made you laugh, and he was extremely easy to. He reached over and held your hand on the table. “I should have been with you a long time ago. You put on a tough exterior, but once you break through it, there’s a perfect girl.” He said looking at you. “You’re so corny.” You said laughing together. After dinner, he drove you back home and walked you up to the door. “So I guess I’ll see ya tomorrow?” You said to him. “Yeah, I guess so.” He said as you opened the door to go in. Then, he grabbed your arm and pulled you in for a kiss. He wrapped his hands around your hips, as your wrapped yours around his neck. You wish you could have kissed him for an eternity. The kiss ended and Dean looked at you with you still in his arms. “I’ve been wanting to do that since freshman year.” He said to you as you smiled. “You have no idea.” you said laughing a bit. “Bye Dean.” You said kissing him again and heading inside. You shut the door behind you and leaned up against it. This was going to be a good year.
**Hope you enjoyed! Thanks anon for the request! Maybe I’ll do a part two or make this a series..? I don’t know yet, I could use your opinion! Don’t forget to leave requests/ suggestions in my inbox!!**
TAYYYYY yesterday i FINALLY found a high waisted black skirt 👍🏼 so now my 1989 world tour outfit is finished ! A cat crop top, that has 4 bows in the back 🎀
I’m so happy 😍 and now i just gotta figure out details … But taylorswift i can’t wait to see you in amsterdam and i’ll also have a pink heart light sign ❤️
See you in 24 days (!!!!!!!) 😘