#IMMA NEED A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE!!

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PLEASE JUST STOP IM TIRED....IM JUST TIRED

TF YOU MEAN "NEW MAIN CHARACTER"???????

Please just keep her as a student omg! Please she's already taking the Five's spotlight and now Po's??

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Stranger Danger~ {Genshin x reader} Teyvat Chapter 12 - The one and only Holy Lyre

*long chap

"Y/N! Y/N! Wakey wakeyyyyy!"

You groaned, pushing a certain fairy's head away. "Paimon, your hair is tickling me."

"We're going to meet up with Venti after dinner, you wanna go to Good Hunter's? Ooooh, Paimon loves their food!"

Abruptly opening your eyes, you shot up. "Dinner? It's night time already?"

Paimon crossed her arms, "Did you seriously sleep through the entire day? What were you doing when me and Aether were away?" 

"Stuff. Yeahhh, let's go to Good Hunter's, I think I have enough money for a fried egg."

Aether popped his head in through the door. "Umm, are you sure? I can pay if you want?" 

"Yeah! It's not healthy to just eat one egg for an ENTIRE day!" Paimon yelled, "Paimon would've eaten a hundred fried eggs if she could only eat eggs!"

"No seriously, I'm not hungry." You pushed Paimon out, "I'm gonna change, give me a minute girly pop."

The feeling of dread settled in your stomach when you read the clock, it had been over twelve hours and you, a gigantic foodie, still wasn't feeling hunger. "I would've eaten two burgers already." you grumbled, were you modified by the game? It would make sense since characters only needed to eat when they needed to heal or when they just felt like it. However, Paimon's words made sense for once. It wasn't normal. Would your body in Earth fail due to starvation and fatigue? 

"I should probably eat..." You couldn't afford to return back to Earth and find that your body was already dead and you also couldn't afford Paimon or Aether noticing your weirdness.

"I thought you were only ordering for a Teyvat fried egg?" Paimon gaped at your third meal.

"I was joking." You cried silently inside, all your mora that you've earned by climbing walls and running around roofs were all gone. You were seriously considering to go to Leila and ask her to find you a job. "I need to finish the job quest quickly, Imma starve at this point..." you mumbled.

"Huh? You say something?" Paimon scratched her head.

"Must be your stomach rumbling. Go eat some more Paimon, you're a growing fairy you know." You pushed her towards Aether.

"Ooooh Aether! Can you get me another Mint Jelly? They're sooo goood." 

"Paimon! That's your fifth Mint Jelly! We already have no mora for tomorrow!" Aether side eyed you.

Ignoring his eye daggers, you smile innocently, "But Aetherrrr , you could just pay up when you have enough mora..."

Sara who just happened to be passing by nodded, "Yes, we allow our customer to be in debt. They get to pay it on their next meal, however no more than ten thousand mora is allowed to be in debt. Should I write it up?"

Giggling, you stood up, "Aether, I'd be by the Cathedral. Toodles Paimon!" 

-.-.-.

"Heeyyy Venti." You whispered next to his ear. 

"Gahhhhh!" The boy yelped, choking on his dandelion wine. Venti wiped his mouth, glaring at you softly. 

"You knew that I was there the whole time Mr Anemo Archon." You rolled your eyes, swiping a bottle of dandelion wine from his hand.

"I wasn't expecting you to whisper in my ear! Hey! That's my last unopened bottle!" Venti gaped at you as you guzzled half of the bottle down.

"Thank you, I will be keeping the entire bottle." You ignored his protests, the bottle disappearing in your hands as you placed it in your inventory. You didn't bother to put it in the infinite capacity bag from Skirk, Venti was a god. Why the fuck would he bother asking?

"So uhhh, how did you find out?" Venti giggled nervously, taking a cautious sip of dandelion wine.

You snorted. "Mr Anemo Archon, there is a big ass statue of you right in front of us. I don't know how your citizens don't notice but it's quite obvious that you are you."

Venti leaned closer, his turquoise eyes sparking in amusement, "And you never doubted that I purposefully made it so that no one would recognize me?"

You shrugged, "Why would I doubt it? You're Barbatos. You do whatever shit you want and that includes casting random voodoo shit, oh, and stealing your own lyre."

The god snickered hysterically, "Voodoo? Of course not. Why would I ever cast Voodoo? However, I must say that I'm quite surprised that you noticed immediately. The power of my spells are quite strong. As for the lyre..." He hummed quietly.

"Blub."

"What the fuck. Didn't I put you in the closet?" Your eyes went wide as Bob landed in front of you.

"He was in your hair the whole time. Did you not notice?" Venti raised your eyes.

"What the- Nevermind." You glared at the little cryo slime. "Next time. Stay put."

"Blub." Bob's eyes turned teary, little icicles dropping on the stone floor.

"What- Hey. Hey! Don't cry! Bob!" You cradled the little cryo slime in your arms.

Venti stared at the two of you in confusion. Were slimes supposed to act like this? But ever since you and Aether's little group had been sighted, things had been getting weirder and weirder. Not to mention his occasional forgetfulness and moments when his memories get blurrier and blurrier.

The bard raised his brows as he noticed two jarring figures in the distance. He sighed, finishing his bottle of wine, the glass bottle crumbling under his touch before turning into gusts of wind.

Unaware to him, you were staring at him the whole time so the glass bottle literally folding into itself like some origami made you make a mental note on not to piss Venti off.

Bitch is definitely not the weakest Archon. If he is, I'm doomed.

"So... 'The Holy Lyre der Himmel' is..." Paimon waved at you before turning back to Venti.

Venti crossed his arms, "One of the most treasured items in Mondstadt. It's the lyre that Barbatos used to play."

You coughed, hiding the uncontrollable smirk that was creeping up your face.

Aether looked at you weirdly, he was still salty on you leaving him in Good Hunter and making him pay for the bill. Gosh, Paimon's five mint jellies, three honey roasts and two chicken skewers would be his nightmare.

"With it, perhaps I can help Dvalin draw his gentle nature back out of this nightmare he's going through."

"Will it really stop Stormterror from causing more damage?" Paimon raised her brows, ohhh, she was soooo suspicious of this green bard. She was going to give him an ugly nickname.

Venti puffed his chest out, "Of course! I'm the best bard in the world. There's not a single song I do not know, no matter if it's from the past, present or future."

Gee, wonder why...

"Look me in the eyes, do you not find me trustworthy?"

We met for a few days mate. If Aether wasn't Aether he wouldn't have bothered with anything.

"...Just what is that in your eyes!?"

"Soooo how we gonna get it?"

"Why do you think we're here Paimon?" You ruffled her hair. Goddd it was sooo fluffy. Were you jealous? Yes.

"It's in the Cathedral?"

"Aether, please don't tell me you're turning into Paimon."

"HEY!"

Venti coughed, "I'll go take a look around, you can come if you want."

You rolled your eyes, "Hurry up. I'll be waiting outside." Pushing the doors open, you threw the three of them in. You weren't going to embarrass yourself or get second hand embarrassment. No. Just no.

It didn't take long for the trio to emerge again. Around five minutes? Maybe three minutes.

"Y/N! That bard want's us to steal the lyre. STEAL IT!" Paimon hissed in your ear.

You snickered softly, "Paimonn, it's fine. You're going to do a lot more abnormal stuff." The last part was whispered.

"So uhhh, we're going to wait for some time before sneaking back in." Aether pulled Paimon back. 

The time function should work now right?

"Wait a second Aether." You rushed off, pulling your phone out, you tapped the glitchy Genshin App. Or the creepy Gen shit as you call it.

"Timmmee function. Ok, fast forward for two hours..." 

Suddenly, you were yanked backwards by an unknown force. "Holy-" 

Holy shit indeed. You, Y/N L/N, was looking at yourself, from a third person view.

You watched, mouth agape as the 'you' started to talk with Aether and the five of you started going around the city as Venti gave you guys a little tour. Since everything was happening double the speed, you had no idea what they were saying nor the details of the little tour.

"Yo Y/N. You there?" Paimon crossed her arms. "You're blanking out again." 

Your eyes gradually focused, a surge of memories attacking your brain. It was all the events that had happened the past two hours. They were all very vague, as if you had actually been there. 

A dark thought flitted across your mind, what if there's someone who could control time out there? People would be acting the same and no one would notice it. Except the unfortunate person would have to watch themselves do random stuff from a third perspective and then get attacked by memories depending on the time. It's almost like someone's possessing you but that someone is 'you'. 

And if someone managed to control time on someone that wasn't themselves, could it be possible that they could watch their entire life or even worse possess someone else's life? Ohhh, and if they had the ability to wipe away memories...

"Y/NNNN!!!!" Paimon screeched. "Are you even listening to me?!" Paimon could feel her eyes twitching, she called you for a million times and you were just standing there like a statue. 

"My bad. We're going to rob it now right?" You petted her head.

Paimon sniffed snidely, "Duuuhh. They're already inside, Paimon's only out here waiting for you because you're Paimon's friend."

"Awwww. That's actually so sweet." Paimon reminded you of a certain annoying pinkette that was actually pretty sweet if you ignore her arrogance.

"Let's head inside." She avoided your eyes, dragging you into the Cathedral.

"Don't be shy. Go." Venti beckoned the three (four if Bob on your head is considered) of you towards the basement.

"Why's there so many fucking stairs." You grumbled, you thanked mihoyo for not implementing the flights of stairs that it took to enter the basement, you counted up to a hundred and twenty before giving up. Basements were not meant to be this deep.

"We're here." Aether whispered.

"Let's separate. We have too many people. That's a big target." You whispered back, "Imma go that way. Bye bye."

Why's there so many guards? It seemed like half of the city's knights were all crowded in the basement. And yet there's barely anyone on the outside...

"Who're you!"

Oh well, they're there. You hurried to the chamber holding the Holy Lyre der Himmel.

A cicin mage stood there, she placed a finger to her lips. 

"Sshhhhhh."

And with a bright flash of purple, she was gone.

"She...disappeared?!"

You heard footsteps. "Aether, on my mark."

"Freee! What are you doing here?"

"Go!"

Earning a few startled gasps, the three of you managed to escape the cathedral with ease. Probably not the best decision to only have knights in the basement.

"Venti! We're busted! Run!" Paimon screamed as the stampede of footsteps started to get louder and louder.

"What? Follow me!"

With a wave of his hands, wind currents appeared. A wing glider appeared and he zoomed off.

"Y/N. You don't have a wind glider..." Aether yelled.

"I can fly if I want to. It's fine, I know where he's going!" Wind currents, unfortunately didn't work on anything that wasn't a wind glider but it didn't matter. You didn't go to the bar just for drinks yesterday. You found several routes and knew where people were scarce.

"Why walk when you can fly?" you muttered as the knights finally got out of the cathedral.

You snickered as one of them noticed you. "B-byeeee!" You jumped down from the railings, directing a gust of wind to catch you right before you were going to fall to your death. Your health stats were still pretty low due to zero artifacts equipped.

"You- You're here before us?" Aether panted. You and Venti were already in front of the tavern. "When you were away, I walked around."

Venti glanced at you suspiciously, he definitely didn't say that he was going to go to Angel's Share but he didn't bother asking.

"Master Diluc, this is the account's for this week."

"Hmmm, the disaster has greatly affected business." a monotone voice made your eyes light up. 

"Bitch is stunnninggg." Truth be told, Genshin's designers fucked up realll bad when the Diluc in game and this Diluc looked sooo different.

There was this urge to just poke his gorgeous face and mess up his floofy hair.

"Hi, we'd like a seat at your, uh...least conspicuous table." 

"Umm...The second floor has fewer customers. You'd be less conspicuous up there...But aren't you a bard? Why not sit front and center?" Diluc frowned slightly.

"Hahaha, let's save the paid performance for next time. We'll be heading up now, see you in a bit!"

"Hey, keep an eye on them. There's something strange about that bard. I'll go ask around." Diluc's eyes never left from your little group.

"Ask who, exactly?" Charles asked.

"The 'protectors' of Mondstadt."

Diluc noticed the girl from the group stopping at a crowded table when one of the guys waved at her.

"Oh! Master Diluc, that girl came yesterday. Not that the information is valuable." Charles mentioned.

"Ah, Master Diluc. Have you seen three thieves around?"

You and Aether gazed down from the second floor when Otto and Miles approached the man.

"What happened? Why have you mobilized so many guards?"

"Haven't you heard, Master Diluc? Two thieves were trying to steal the Holy Lyre!" 

Diluc frowned slightly, he could feel the gazes from other customers in the tavern. "Oh? How odd."

"Isn't it? The holy lyre is a treasure that was played by the God of Anemo themselves. Such a precious piece of cultural heritage-" Miles was cut off by Diluc.

"Why would one want to steal something they can't sell off? Would pay better to steal from my cellars..."

"..."

"Huh?"

Diluc waved his hand, "Sorry, off topic. Believe they headed that way."

"Understood. Thank you, Master Diluc!"

After the knights left, the four of you headed down. "Today I think I'll have a glass of..."

"You can put down that bottle you stole from behind the counter."

"...something cold."

Diluc raised his brows.

"Right. I want answers."

Blahblahblahblab. You were considering to go to a certain group of people who were eavesdropping on the conversation.

You were cued the moment you lifted your foot. "Hot shot? So you two and the bard are close friends?"

"We're not close, actually." 

Diluc nodded slightly, "Well...Despite only being passing travelers, you still offered your help to Mondstadt in its time of need." his eyes narrowed slightly, "A shame you joined the Knights."

"Nah, we did not." You shook your head firmly.

"You did not." Aether corrected you.

"Yeah. You, are helping out of the goodness of your heart. I'm helping for mora and rewards. Me and the Knights have a fat grudge." You scowled.

"Wait...So they actually threw you into prison?"

Diluc coughed, "So you were that person who they thought was a fatui spy."

"The Knights of Favonius...Inefficient right from beginning to end. And towards the Fatui? Weak and conservative. Forget it. I don't feel like talking about it."

"Imma agree with him on this one. It's pretty much just the vision holders doing their work. There are some good non vision holder knights that are good but most of them are just doing their own thing. Like those three bitches that landed me in fucking prison because of my clothes." You snarled.

"Seems the two of you don't really like the Knights of Favonius." Venti commented.

"Try going to prison man."

"Just differences in approach is all. I have my own hopes for this city." You raised your thumb. 

The security of Mondstadt was basically from: One, Jean and the vision holder knights. Two, Diluc the Darknight Hero. Three, other vision holders like Diona and Sucrose. Four, adventurers and good Knights. Five, Knights that barely do shit. Six, civilians and shitty Knights.

"Now, answers. Why did you steal the Holy Lyre?"

Ok this shit gonna take a long while.

"Aether, Imma go talk to some people. Bye."

With that, you plopped your ass next to Leila. 

"Wowwww, when I meant get yourself a job. I did not mean steal the Holy Lyre." The blonde looked at Diluc before focusing on you.

"Someone else stole it though. The fatui to be exact." You accepted the glass of dandelion wine. Quite refreshing after all those stairs and running.

"Fatui? Lemme guess, a cicin mage." Jace downed a shot of vodka. 

"How'd you guess?"

"Being a treasure hoarder means that we have to fight off any beings that wish to steal treasure that we've stolen. Some fatui fight us when they're low on mora and let me tell you. Loads of treasure hoarders die when they're up against them. The cicin mages and the burly ones are especially annoying. The cicin mages just teleport and teleport. I almost died to one a few years ago. I would prefer fighting other treasure hoarders."

"Other treasure hoarders?"

"Oh yeaahhh. You might not know but there's gangs. Probably not the official name but some gangs are allies, some gangs are rivals. Me and Jace are with different groups but we're allies and we're also pretty high up in terms of ranking. Normal treasure hoarders have no breaks. They're basically like servants and meat shields. Gotta work your way up or you'll die by blocking a blow." Leila clasped her hands together.

"Y/N, you should go. Your lil friend group's leaving. Remember to find us to get a better job." Raye shooed you away.

"It's not my job-"

"Yeah yeah. Shoo." 

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Teyvat Chapter 13:

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IN WHICH… I give yall sum baseline personas that will be reoccurring in my fics down the line. These personas are interchangeable meaning they can be used for any triplet of my/your choosing. Feel free to request any of these with any of the boys!! (These are the ones I decided on for now but if anyone has any they want to add feel free to send it in and I will update this post🍑🍑🍑)

WARNINGS: This should not have to be said but imma say it anyway. all the y/n's i write for are black and black only. I'm not saying if you arent black you can't read my fics or support but i do understand if it does become hard to read with the way i describe y/n.

feel free to still imagine yourself as y/n even if you arent black, i have no problem with that whatsoever, just wanted to make it clear i write for black girls and boys🍑

✯ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE THIS IS NOT A FIC!✯

Earthy boho Y/n

"Half of us chasin' fountains of youth and it's in the present now"

have you ever wanted to swim next to a waterfall naked, or frolic in fields as the sun beams down? have you ever danced in your livingroom with a blunt in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other?

this is y/n.

she's a earthy girl, finding joy in the simple things in life, finding joy in the heart and soul. you can always find her wearing some shade of green, brown, or orange. you often might find a crystal in her pocket or even in her hair. her whole body is usually decked out in jewelry. beaded bracelets on her writs, obnoxious rings on her fingers, multiple piercings on her nose and in her ears, beads on her waists, anklets, and even toe rings!

the curly brown tresses that sit on top of her head are usually in its natural form, or being protected by locs or some form of knotless braids. when she gets lazy she throws it into a puff and wraps one of her many silk scarfs around it.

she likes to do yoga and meditate in the early mornings before the world wakes up, followed by a quick smoke session and painting.

although you can often find her alone, blasting neo soul or her guilty pleasure genre (pop), she hates it. she hates being alone because being alone means you are left with your thoughts and she hates her thoughts. they can be so mean sometimes and she doesn't understand why.

shes soft spoken, never raising her voice or cussing anyone out. she doesn't see the need to act like that when everything can be talked out.

She has a brown cat named Janelle meow-net (named after Janelle Monet).

songs:

"my love, do you ever dream of, candy-coated raindrops" ☆ candy rain

"Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown face Black skin, black Benz, black plays" ☆ almeda

"Read my mind, free my mind, feed my mind, make sense" ☆ purity

Princess Y/n

"Raw bitch, ain't never been a groupie"

her daddy is baldheaded....meaning she has never heard the word no in her life. the few times she has been told no by her dad or her boyfriend at the time... lets just say it got uglier than amy scheumer. shes spoiled and she doesn't see anything wrong with it. why would she? she is a princess after all.

she has the face and smile men would go to war and die over. she has the fashion style that has you wanting to raid her closet and drain your bank accounts. there's never a day where she doesn't look good.

her hair, nails, and toes are ALWAYS done. and i mean always.

she hates getting dirty. meaning, dont ask her to do any hard labor. she refuses to get dirt on her hands or even break a nail. she (her dad) paid good money to get her hair done and she will fight to keep that lace melted and laid.

it's usually her dad who is supplying her shopping addiction and making sure she's pampered and well off. if it's not her dad, its whoever shes talking to at the moment. speaking of whoever shes talking to... she doesn't see her self as a player by any means, but she does talk to multiple guys at once. if they can do it, why can't she? shes just a girl having fun and she does not care what anyone has to say about it.

she may seem like a mean girl (she wears pink everyday, not just Wednesday) with her resting bitchface and a mouth that always talks shit, but she truly is a big baby. she loves love, is a girls girl, and hypes everyone up. shes always giving to people, whether its clothes, bags, makeup, or even money. she has a big heart and wants everyone to be happy.

songs:

"I taste like sugar but ain't a damn thing sweet bitch" ☆ beatin down yo block

"im pretty than a motherfucker hoes be looking ok." ☆ ok

"Penthouse suite, sitting pretty by the pool" ☆ pretty girls

MUA Y/n

"No makeup on, and I could still take your place, lil' bitch"

yall ever see someone with nice skin and know they never had a pimple a day in their life? or have you ever met someone whos makeup is always beat to the gods and not a lash is out of place?

yeah that lucky person in y/n.

she has her makeup and skincare routines down packed. so down packed shes able to do it with her eyes closed.

she's so into her craft, she could tell you what you need for your skin or what makeup would suit you best by one look. shes a girls girl, never judging anyone and always willing to help.

you want a new foundation? say less shes giving you at least five options and giving you multiple reasons as to why she picked that one. want to learn how to do winged liner? grab your liquid liner and get ready to learn because she is going to teach you until you get it right.

she loves the beauty world and everything that has to come with it, always picking up the newest products and testing them out. shes not a beauty influencer, but she does post on tiktok for fun, not caring about followers or pr.

she works at ulta (that discount helps her out A LOT), but still finds herself in the gloomy lighting of sephora. her makeup room (yes...she has one) is filled to the brim with different types of makeup and skincare products. she has drawers on drawers of eyeshadow pallets, concealers, setting powders, blush, etc in that room. she often lets her friends come over and raid the room because in reality, she knows shes never going to use everything.

songs:

"bad bitch im the bar, alien superstar" ☆ alien superstar

"I ain't one of them hoes who look better in they pictures (facts) Face like a model (what?), body like a stripper" ☆ conceited

"Bitch I'm fine Slim waist, pretty face, he know I'm a dime" ☆ beatin down yo block

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“MILF.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Y/N is the teacher of Chae, who is the child of single mother Jeongyeon. After Jeong came in late because she was working a double shift, she and Y/N got a chance to talk that was a little flirty. And Jeongyeon finally scores a date with her daughter’s hot teacher…and even a little more.

a/u: Hey, everyone! I’m back~ I’m so sorry I went missing for a month, there’s just been so much going on with my life and imma be honest, writer’s block was a real pain. But I hope this smutty yet very fluffy Jeongyeon fic makes up for being gone for so long. Thank you for 3.8k+ followers! I love you guys!

Word Count: 3.4k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

The newly fallen leaves crunched loudly below Jeongyeon’s feet as she jogged towards the school. She couldn't tell how many times she had been late picking up Chae because she had to pull a double shift at the bakery she worked at.

Her breathing was labored as she entered the nearly empty school as she made her way down the familiar quiet hall to her daughter's classroom. The door was left open as she quickly tried to fix her windswept hair as she walked in, her eyes scanned over the room as she saw Chae with her head down as she drew on a piece of construction paper. A soft smile grew on her lips as her attention went from Chaeyoung to you.

You were sitting at your desk cutting out a few designs for tomorrow’s lesson when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up from your desk as a smile akin to Jeongyeon’s spread on your lips. The brief moment was broken as Chaeyoung looked up from the paper she was doodling on to see that her mother had arrived.

“Eomma!” Chaeyoung shouted as she got up from the little stool she had been sitting on, abandoning whatever drawing she had been working on, as she ran into her mother’s waiting arms.

You equally rose from your desk as you made your way towards the pair, “Hello, Jeongyeon-ssi.”

The woman before you turned her attention away from her daughter and directed it to you, a guilty look adorning her features as she set Chaeyoung back onto the ground. “Hello, I’m sorry I was late again, there was this whole thing at the bakery and my boss wouldn’t let me go and…”

You held up a hand to stop her rambling, “It’s okay, really, I understand. Chaeyoung is such a sweetheart, I don’t mind staying with her.” You smiled softly, “And it gives me a chance to talk with you.”

A light blush spread onto Jeongyeon’s face at your words, there had been this small tension between you two ever since the first time she had been late to pick-up. Every time she brought it up with Jihyo or Nayeon, they’d always tease her about having a crush on a teacher, but she couldn’t help that you were just so damn beautiful and kind. “Likewise. But, I’m really sorry I keep making you stay late, I wish there was a way I could make it up to you.”

In a rare moment of confidence you felt yourself smirk slightly, “Maybe there is.” Jeongyeon raised her eyebrow in interest, “Next Saturday, would you be free for dinner?”

A small gasp of surprise left her lips before a smile took over, “I’ll need to get a sitter, but I’d love too.”

You could barely contain the grin that was threatening to split your face in two as you squeezed her hand, “Then it’s a date.”

—

The sun was just beginning to set as you stood outside Jeongyeon’s front door, a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of nice red wine in hand as you let out a breath. You felt almost comical, here you were a fully fledged adult with a steady teaching job, scared out of your mind as you built up the courage to ring the doorbell. You balled your hand in a fist to stop it’s shaking as you punched the button next to the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet to shake off the rest of your nervous energy.

Before your panic had a chance to set in, the door opened and you immediately ceased your fidgeting. Your jaw almost hit the ground at the sight of the woman before you, her once blue hair was now a beautiful blonde and you couldn’t help but notice how her black shirt had a teasingly low neckline that only gave you a hint of cleavage before you quickly met her eyes again, silently hoping she did not notice your wandering eyes.

You cleared your throat remembering you had to say something, “Wow.” As soon as the word left your mouth you couldn’t help but cringe at how stupid you must sound. But the blush that quickly spread over Jeongyeon’s cheeks halted your self doubt.

“Hello, Y/N.” She sounded as hesitant as the first day the two of you had met.

“Good evening, Jeong,” you transferred the bottle of wine to your free hand as you presented that and the bouquet of flowers to her, “these are for you.”

“Oh!” Jeongyeon smiled as she took the flowers and wine before she smelled the bouquet, “These are wonderful, thank you. Would you like to come in?”

You nodded, “I’d love to.” Jeongyeon stepped aside as you finally entered, toeing off your shoes by the door as she closed it.

“The kitchen is this way, I thought it’d be fun to cook together.” The mother of one suddenly stopped as she turned to face you, “Unless cooking isn’t really your thing, I don’t mind doing it if you don’t want to. You can…”

You held up a hand with a soft smile, “I’d love to cook with you.” You could practically see Jeongyeon’s shoulders immediately relax as you followed her into the kitchen, everything was already laid out neatly on the counter as Jeongyeon placed the wine you had brought on the breakfast bar before finding a vase in one of the cabinets and filled it with water from the sink as she placed them in and set it aside.

“Ready to start?” You nodded as Jeongyeon quickly threw an apron over the head and tied it in the back before handing one to you. You tried to repeat the motions but had a bit of trouble tying it behind your back when Jeongyeon stepped in, “Need a little help?”

“Yeah…if you wouldn’t mind.” She only smiled as she went behind you and tied the ending pieces around you securely, you knew you were blushing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Jeongyeon reappeared in front of you as she pointed to the various ingredients, “I made some seaweed soup earlier so I’ll reheat some of that for an appetizer and I have two steaks for us, which will pair perfectly with the wine you brought, could you please make the salad?”

You nodded, “Right away, Chef!” Jeongyeon giggled as she turned on the burner for the soup, bumping your hip with hers.

“Dork.”

—

Empty plates were left in the sink as you and Jeongyeon sat across from each other laughing, two full glasses of wine in each of your hands as the now empty bottle you brought laid in between. Your hand had somehow ended up on her thigh between the laughs and your date couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

“I’ve had so much fun tonight.” Jeong felt the words spill out faster than she could think as she cringed at the fact it sounded like she was kicking you out.

You nodded slowly, “Me too.”

Jeongyeon smiled shyly at you, she didn’t want to move just yet because that meant that the date was over. So the two of you continued to stare at each other, your eyes tracing over the woman’s face before you as you admired how the lowlights of the kitchen seemed to highlight her features in an ethereal glow.

“Have I told you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, as you did not want to disturb the atmosphere around the two of you. A light blush began to spread on Jeongyeon’s cheeks as she finally looked up to meet your gaze, “Wow, and here I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.”

A small laugh fell from her lips as Jeong grinned at you, “You’re such a sweet talker, y‘know that?”

You huffed out a laugh as you reached out and took one of her hands in yours, interlacing your fingers as you leaned in closer to her, “I don’t think it counts as ‘sweet talking’ if it’s the truth. You really are beautiful, Jeong, I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time.”

The mother of one nodded in agreement, “Me too. You really know how to make a girl feel special, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the smile that forced its way on your lips at the compliment, “Is that so?” You quirked an eyebrow at her as you brought your free hand up to cup her cheek. You felt her hand on the elbow of your extended arm as you leaned in closer to her, “Because I was gonna say I’ve never felt so seen and heard from someone, as much as I do from you.” Your lips were mere inches apart as your eyes met again, “May I kiss you?”

Jeongyeon could only nod, not trusting herself to voice how much she wanted you. But that was all the confirmation you needed as you closed the gap between the two of you and claimed her lips in a kiss. Her lips were just as soft as you’d imagined they’d be and you couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling as you pulled away for a fraction of a second to breathe, before she was chasing after you to deepen the kiss.

You untangled your hand from her as your hand found purchase on her waist as you pulled her closer to you. Her hands found their way to the sides of your neck as she kept you close to her. But the moment you felt tongues being added to the kiss, you reluctantly pulled away from Jeongyeon as you stopped her. “Jeong, wait.” By the way your date froze in your arms you could tell that by your tone she must have been expecting something bad, but you quickly gave a small squeeze to her hip to reassure her, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stop, but if we’re gonna continue. I don’t think we should do it in your kitchen. Maybe there’s somewhere more comfortable you’d like to continue this, if that’s okay with you.”

You quickly added the last part to offer her an out, just in case it was getting too heated for a first date and you would happily take a, ‘no’ if she wasn’t ready just yet. But much to your surprise and happiness, Jeongyeon nodded as she stumbled a little out of her chair. “My room?”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you nodded, “I’d love to.”

The kitchen was abandoned in an instant as you both made it a few steps before you were quick to push Jeongyeon up against a nearby wall. Your lips found each other’s again as you allowed her access into your mouth. Her tongue meeting yours as you placed your knee between her thighs, she whimpered softly against your lips as you guided her to grind down on your thigh. Her breath caught as you pulled away from her mouth to kiss along her jaw and neck. Nipping slightly as you left a few hickies for her to remember you by.

Jeongyeon continued to moan as she fisted the fabric of your shirt as she continued to grind down on your thigh, she practically felt herself soaking through her panties and figured that the garment would probably be ruined by the time it came off. Oh god, she really wanted you to take them off of her.

Suddenly, she wasn’t satisfied with just grinding on you, she wanted you on top of her, inside of her, just everywhere on her. Jeongyeon pushed slightly on your shoulder as you detach yourself from her neck to look at her again, “Sorry, too rough?”

Your concern was cute, but she shook her head, “No, it felt good. Really good, I was just wondering if you wanted to take this to…my room, now?” The blush from before returned ten-fold as you just smiled at how adorable she was.

You placed a kiss on her cheek before stepping back and offering your hand to her. Jeongyeon took it as she practically dragged you up the stairs behind her, she couldn’t help but smack your ass as soon as you both reached the top as she laughed out loud at your scandalized gasp. She winked playfully as she ran down the hall, it took your brain a second to process it before you were bounding down the hallway after her. You nearly slipped on the hardwood floor as you turned into the room she had gone into. You caught Jeongyeon around the waist as she jumped in surprise, you laughed as the woman turned in your arms. She grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you into a searing kiss, your breath was stolen from you as your hands rested against her waist. The both of you stumbled slightly as you continued into the room. You kicked the door closed behind you as you opened your eyes between kisses to see a bed behind Jeong as you walked the two of you towards it until the mother of one felt the edge of her bed against the back of her knees. The blonde woman landed on her back as she began scooting back until her head was against her pillows, she folded her arms behind her head as you began stripping in front of her. It was difficult to admit but after being a mother for five years, she didn’t get out much and she couldn’t lie. You were extremely beautiful and her very nice panties were unashamedly soaking wet, something she was hoping you’d find out very soon.

When her mind brought her back to the present you were already naked as you crawled up the bed in front of her, a small smirk appearing on your lips as you crawled above her. Your head dipped down to kiss her once again as a hand snaked itself under her shirt, your fingertips graced over the soft expanse of her tummy as you pulled away from the kiss and began tugging her shirt upwards. Revealing more of her delicate skin until the lacy, black bra she had worn was fully exposed to you.

A very pleased smile overcame your features as you pulled the shirt completely off and unashamedly stared down at Jeongyeon’s breasts. They were slightly bigger than you imagined and a few fine red lines that looked like bolts of lightning decorated the tops of them. You reached a hand behind her as you unclasped the brassiere, you smirked as you held it up to your eye level and admired the slip of lace hanging off your finger. A low whistle sounded as you looked from it back to her, “My, my, Miss Yoo. Am I to think you were hoping this was where our night would lead?”

A dark blush colored Jeongyeon’s cheeks all the way down to her chest, “N…maybe?”

You laughed lightly as you kissed her warm cheek, “That’s alright, I was hoping for the same.” You winked before getting off of her and scooting in between her legs so you could hook your finger into her pants, you looked up for confirmation before pulling it down her thighs. The sight of her very sheer black panties came into view as you reached down and ran your thumb over her clit, a small gasp of surprise fell from her lips as you once again hooked your fingers into the elastic and began pulling it down. A small string of arousal connected her dripping slit to the ruined fabric as you admired her fully. Yoo Jeongyeon was nothing less than absolutely stunning.

You placed a kiss square on her chest before leaning in to whisper into her ear, “I want you to ride my face.”

Jeongyeon couldn’t even respond with anything more than a nod that left a very happy smile on your lips.

—

You kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh as you made your way to where she had been wanting you all evening. A wicked little grin took over your face as you stared up at her, you watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. She was just so beautiful. Your eyes met as you finally ran your tongue through her folds, finally getting to taste the magnificent ambrosia that was, Yoo Jeongyeon. The blonde’s knee jerked as you playfully swirled your tongue around her clit, a small moan falling from her lips as you continued to lap up the wetness before you.

You reached up so that your hands rested on her soft waist to keep her from squirming as you delved deeper into her. Your tongue was coated with more of the viscous liquid, a low moan escaped from your throat as it vibrated her ever so slightly.

Her hips began grinding down in time with your tongue as her eyes fell closed. Jeongyeon placed a hand on the wall in front of her to keep her balance as she rode your face with vigor. Your hands began wandering upwards to her breasts as you pulled and teased her nipples as she continued to buck with every thrust of your tongue.

Your jaw worked furiously to match the roll of her lips as you licked a line up to the bundle of nerves that resided near the top of her pussy before taking it into your mouth and sucking. You could hear the sharp inhale Jeongyeon took in as your movement momentarily caused her to cease all of hers, a loud moan followed and you couldn’t help but look up to see her mouth open as her eyes were squeezed shut. You took the opportunity to bring one of your hands down from her breasts and lined it up with her entrance.

You prodded a single finger forwarded as you made sure to coat it in her juices before slipping it in with ease. A high pitched whine left Jeongyeon’s lips as you began thrusting in and out, her breath hitched when you added a second finger. Pistoning them in and out as you continued to lick and suck her now reddened clit. Your tongue made right circles around the straining bud as your fingers curled against her frontal wall. Jeongyeon’s breasts bounced as she began riding your fingers, chasing the high she knew was only a stone’s throw away.

You quickened your movements as the woman above you grasped your shoulder tightly, you could feel her nails dig into your skin as she finally felt the coil that had been tightening in her lower stomach snap. Jeongyeon’s eyes flew open as her release came gushing out in an instant. You were equally surprised as her orgasm came gushing out in small spurts as you moved to lap up the wetness that spilled out. Moaning lowly as the taste coated your tongue as the grip she had on your shoulder went slack as she slumped forward. You couldn’t help but smile as you sucked your fingers into your mouth as you gently lapped around her entrance to clean her.

Jeongyeon hissed slightly as she gently pressed a hand on your forehead to pull you away from her over sensitive pussy. You left one more soft kiss against the inside of her thigh as you patted her softly so you could get her to lay down beside you. It took a bit of shifting till she was wrapped in your arms.

You sat propped against her pillows as Jeongyeon’s upper half laid against your chest. Your guy’s hands were intertwined as she continued pressing soft kisses to them, a content smile on both of your lips as you kissed the side of her head, “That was amazing.”

You smirked slightly, “I’ve kind of been saving this but you are seriously a MILF.”

The second that left your mouth Jeongyeon couldn’t help give you the blankets stare before bursting into a loud laugh. It was honestly the most beautiful thing you had ever heard and you couldn’t wait to hear it again and again. Her staring caught your attention as you kissed the top of her nose, “What?”

“We need to shower.” You pouted slightly, not wanting to let go of her just yet, “And I think I owe you an orgasm.” Her voice became sultry as she watched your eyes light up.

“Yes ma’am.”

[00l6]

think everyone on this day thought I was a legit food critic cause I dressed the part & was a party of 1.

Every costumer is a food critic but it was a certain energy the staff gave me so guess what, imma act like a certified food critic, an a certified food critic that can say I would have enjoyed a 5 dollar hot & ready from little Cesar's more than the food I was served that day.

As I sat there waiting for my appetizer, an older gentleman struck a conversation by saying he would love to have dinner with me while his beautiful wife was apologizing on the behalf of his liquor intake. They talked about how they supported the business for~40 years & how they visit the area for vacation from time to time, while also trying to pry answers on how l like the food, by that time l've already had my appetizer.

As I looked around getting a sense of the ambiance, I noticed multiple achievements on the wall throughout the years & a newspaper article talking about how amazing the restaurant is. Honestly I couldn't help but think they're over compensating, still kept an open mind tho. My waiter poured my selection of choice, "the prisoner" (great wine btw). This is where the certain energy comes into play cause I felt though as if the whole restaurant stopped to observe if I was a legit food critic. Cause how you approach a glass of wine is a dead giveaway. After my first sip I felt the need to compliment it & talked about the name matching the taste (cracked under pressure) cause the owner & the staff surrounded my table at a distance tho.

He starts showing me different art covers & names of the wine he had & said the wine I chose was actually the most popular. Shortly after, my main course arrived, and many more sips of wine, having small talk with the lovely couple in between & observing the type of ppl that were coming & going, it was giving Sopranos tbh Imao. But to cut it short & sweet amazing staff & attentive (ofc), the environment was good, food overall was way too salty, down to the bread even. But the WINE, superior 🤌🏾. As I'm writing this I'm wanting a bottle right now. 1/10 based on the food, l'd give it a solid 5

-The Food Critic

[kaedeakeshisworld]

Sérum de Vérité

wc: 668

cw: reader's parents not minding their business, reader's parents are the plug(bless parents that fill your fridge after you moved out of their house), reader ooh got attitude I like that (Self indulgence at this rate honestly), reader does not like men but she is not labelled either, mentions of self pleasuring while thinking about Rangiku and feeling guilty, reader and Rangiku are literally a couple but they are oblivious about it just get married already, Rangiku is such a sweet woman 😭 Imma cry brb, reader in denial due to her parents expectations and societal pressure, feelings are reciprocated, reader scoot over to the side and let me rest on rangiku's bosom too okay I am done with my tangent

cs: Always wanted to write for Rangiku san but no smut for the moment 🙃 that's for the future 😊

gist: reader san constantly has an ear full whenever she comes back from her parents place. Dinner with her roommate results in a love confession…

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Relationships? Meh.

Your life was completely fine without it, of course there are inconveniences about this matter: your parents. Each time you go back to their house, they start mourning your life decisions concerning motherhood, dating and so on. What are they doing exactly now, acting like a broken record saying stuff along the lines 

“People that don’t have kids are unhappy” 

“You’ll change your mind, just give it time”

“What about my grandkids?”

"When am I going to meet my son in law ?"

To which your reply has always been a threat 

“I’ll stop coming if you keep this up mom and dad, just so you know. I am not changing one bit what I am doing, also you don’t seem to get it I do not do men”

You were furious. Don't people know how to mind their own business and let you live peacefully? Yesterday, some elder lady had the nerve to tell you 

"It's about time you have kids" 

Bro, have they considered the sole possibility of one being infertile maybe!?What if you don't want them? You are not evil, are you for not having children?Going back home was fine, you were always greeted by your lovely roommate. She helped you with all the bags you had to get out of your car and store them in the fridge. With all of the food your parents gave you, you were safe for a whole month. Hell, you didn’t need to cook.

Dinner was simply a glass of wine and a charcuterie board shared with your roommate. She was in charge of getting the cheese and you were the one that had to get cured meats. Some biscuits, sliced cucumber, carrots, sun dried tomatoes, olives, grapes, foie gras and some strawberries. 

You discussed several topics that piqued your interest, she was a breath of fresh air. There were times where you felt so guilty being her roommate because when you masturbated the first person that came to mind was her. It was so wrong but it felt so darn good. Why does it have to be her? She’s your sunshine! Your life has significantly gotten better ever since you met her, any time you doubted yourself she was there for you. You don’t feel okay, she takes care of you. You both have somewhat of a couple dynamic going on without the romantic feelings.

“Y/n are you listening?” she says 

“Sorry, I was thinking about something else!”

“I knew it, we should check out this new store. They have high end blankets and we also ran out of alcohol so remind me to buy some because it’s on the way there.”

If there’s one thing Rangiku noticed is whenever you make charcuterie boards, you get drunk quite fast because you down the red wine bottle like there’s no tomorrow. Now, she is left with a mellow and unfiltered version of you that is really adamant about how attractive she is. And she cannot ignore it. It starts with you telling her how much you love her, she nods yes.

“Rangiku I love youuu, I hope you know that” 

“Yes, I do.” She takes the glass of wine away from your hands.

 You are going to marry her so you take her hand and kiss it.

“I am going to put a ring on it soon. I just have to make sure I save some money first!”

“Oh, really?” she chortles, you’re the reason she rejects men too.

She is amused by it but what you don’t know yet is that your feelings are reciprocated. All this tends to end when you rest your head on her pillowy chest. She strokes your back and you say those last words before you finally drift off to sleep “Rangiku is my woman, my wife and I wouldn’t have it any other way!” Now, all that is left to be done is for you to do the same thing but without being drunk next time!! (wink wink)

Part 17 of the Pride Series

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[buckymylove]

Believe Me - B.B.

Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You not feeling great about yourself when you and the team take a day trip to the beach but Buckys there to help.

Warnings: swearing, insecurities, body image, sweet Bucky, avengers being chaotic, lots of fluff

Word count : 4,000 (i got carried away 😬)

A/n: look I lowkey hate this just in terms of writing quality or ~complete lack of~ but i wrote this to feel better about myself so I hope it helps someone else who might need to hear this! PLEASE be kind to yourselves! Im always here to talk. Enjoy! :) xx

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Tony had suggested a beach day one day when everyone was free, so the whole crew piled into the team bus with mixed emotions minus Thor who was currently attending to business in Asgard and Bruce who insisted he had work to do in the lab and that the beach wasn't really his thing anyway.

Tony of course spent the whole ride droning on to anyone that would listen about how amazing his idea was (no one was listening but no one dared to tell him as they didn't want to suffer through another one of his child like tantrums and have him grumbling for the rest of the trip), Sam and Clint were bickering about something as usual, another thing no one bothered to interfere with since it hadn't got physical. Yet. Steve was reading an article on his phone about the dangers of excessive sun exposure. Apparently he thinks it's ok to dive head first into war but too much sun is just to risky.

Bucky was reading the hobbit. Again. Vision and Wanda were playing a game of uno and Nat, well she was being Nat, didn't care either way if they ended up at the beach or not, though secretly she was looking forward to sunbathing.

You were staring out the window, earphones in and music playing. In all honesty you weren't all that excited about going to the beach so you were trying to distract yourself. You liked the beach, you just weren't a fan of the running around in only a swim suit part. It was especially difficult when you lived with the avengers, standing next to Nat and Wanda you just felt really bad about yourself. Of course you never brought this up, you'd learnt to accept it for the most part, but some days just felt harder than others, and today was one of those days seeing as you were going to be around the whole team in just a swimsuit for the first time. No one else seemed to have any insecurities when it came to the swim suit thing so you just kept it in, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

Thats what lead you to sitting on your beach towel, sundress still overtop of your swim suit, curled into yourself a little. Everyone else had started having there fun, minus Steve who was going round the team with a bottle of sunscreen. Wanda and Sam were throwing around a beach ball, while Bucky and Clint made there way to the ocean and Vision was taking pictures of anything and everything.

"Who wants drinks!" Tony yelled holding out plastic glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

Nat cheered and made her way over to where Tony was standing. So she was awake. Sneaky little bitch.

You huffed but followed behind her deciding a little liquid courage is exactly what you needed right now.

Once everyone had grabbed their drinks along with some snacks tony had packed they headed back to whatever they were doing. Sam and Clint got all competitive again and you heard them yelling something about a sandcastle competition, sure enough three minutes later they had buckets of water and were working on their creations, jabbing at each other every chance they got.

"Hey y/n, imma head into the water for a bit, you coming?" Nat asked as she set her drink down and started walking towards the sea, that you had to admit looked beautiful.

"I'm good Nat, maybe later" you called back with a smile. She nodded and ran off.

You just sat and watched for a while, it was peaceful, but you noticed everyone slowly making there way to the water and knew that soon it would get much harder to avoid.

A few minutes later Tony wandered over to you. "Hey kid, even i'm getting in now, Steve said the waters nice, you should join us"

You looked up at him with your arms still wrapped around your knees, sitting on your towel. "Uh yeah maybe in a minute, I'm really enjoying just relaxing over here right now" you half lied. You were enjoying it but you also really wanted to get in the water, especially since the team were all together having a good time, you just really didn't feel like taking your dress off.

"You sure? You all good?" He asked with a hint of concern in his features.

You were quick to wave him off. "Yeah, yeah i'm fine just relaxing over here"

"Yeah you already said that..." he said suspiciously.

"Well yeah, thats.. what im doin' i guess" you replied awkwardly.

He gave you a weird look but eventually left to join the team. You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched him run off but you knew you weren't going to be able to put it off much longer.

You felt kind of left out watching the team having a great time, but you knew it was no ones fault but your own.

You got away with it for another 20 minutes or so, which was honestly longer than you expected but the inevitable happened as you watched Bucky emerge from the water.

The worry of removing your dress subsided for a second when you took in the sight of the gorgeous Bucky Barnes. You could've sworn he was moving in slow motion as he made his way over to you. Water droplets running down his sun kissed skin, his hand running through his newly-cut, wet hair, which showed off the bulging muscles in his arms and the perfect set of abs that came towards you. You were broken out of your daze when Bucky called your name. It was then that the panic returned, except this time it was ten times worse and hit you like a truck. How in the hell, were you meant to walk past this perfectly built man in your swim suit that showed off basically everything you were insecure about; battle scars, stretch marks, blobs of fat that shouldn't be there. You were on the edge of tears as you realised how disgusting you felt right now.

Bucky noticed your mind was else where as he approached you, determined to bring you to the rest of the team and join in on the fun. "Y/n" he said again, quieter this time as he stood in front of you.

You looked up at him trying to will your tears away. "Oh hey Buck, whats up"

He took a seat next to you on Nat's towel. He looked at you with concern as he noticed the glassy, grey look in your eyes but decided to brush past it for a second, not wanting to overstep.

"Why don't you come join us, it doesn't feel right without you there for all the fun" he said with a smile nudging your shoulder with his.

You forced out a chuckle and looked to him. "I like it here, just not really in the mood for the water right now" you were going to say more but decided not to, not wanting Bucky to sense your fear. But no such luck because of course Bucky was an ex world class assassin, so noticing fear was kinda a specialty of his, but he still had no idea why.

"Aw come on we all miss you over there"

"I said no Bucky" you didn't mean for it to sound so snappy and immediately felt bad.

Bucky looked a bit taken aback since he'd literally never seen you be anything but nice to your family and friends. But quickly got over it realising there was obviously something bothering you.

"I-i'm sorry B-Bucky" you stuttered. "I didn't mean that, I know you were just being nice I'm sor-"

"Hey it's ok I shouldn't have pushed you" there was a moment of awkward silence.

"Uh may I ask why you really don't want to go in the water? You know I wouldn't judge you for whatever you say right?" He really wanted to help but was nervous, as he desperately didn't want to make you mad at him.

You looked up at him no longer able to hold back the tears. Bucky's eyes widened in fear as he realised that he did this to you.

"Y/n im really sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, do you want me to go?"

"No no it's ok, i swear it's nothing you did Bucky I'm just scared to go over there" you admitted through your light sobs. You were scared you'd already said to much, but this only confused Bucky more.

"You're scared of the water?" He asked gently, there was no kind of malice or judgement behind his words, just a sort of curiosity, which did make you feel more comfortable.

"No, nothing like that" you said shyly, knowing that eventually you would probably end up admitting your reasoning to Bucky, but trying to hold it back as long as you can.

"Then what is it doll? Is someone on the team being a dick? Do you need me to kill anyone?" He said the last part with a more playful tone but something about his told you he wasn't kidding. You let yourself chuckle a little at that, as the tears continued to run.

"God no, no I love that bunch of idiots" you chuckled before you sniffled again.

"It's just..." you shrugged.

How do you tell someone the reason your sitting alone whilst your entire family is having fun without you is all because your insecure about the way you look? People make it seem like it should be easy to talk about, but no matter how much support you get, it's still hard, because there's very little other people can say to change your mind. Although being reassured by other people can be helpful, at the end of the day, your the only one that can change your opinion of yourself. And it's really fucking hard to do.

"It's stupid don't worry about it, you're missing all the fun" you said, wiping away your tears and forcing out a smile, using all your might to not burst into tears in front of Bucky.

"It's not stupid if it's upsetting you babydoll"

You looked into his eyes and all you saw was a gentle, kind soul, who wanted nothing more in this moment than to make you feel better. That's what made you lose it. You broke down into sobs that tugged at Bucky heart, he felt awful. He pulled you into is arms so that you were situated on his lap, and held you, he let you cry as much as you needed to. After a while your cries started to die down. He took this chance to gently lift your chin and look at you.

"Please tell me whats wrong sweets, I promise I'll do whatever I can to fix it"

This was it. He was being so kind that you almost felt like you owed him the truth, which of course you didn't and Bucky would never imply anything of the sort but the care he showed towards you made you think, that maybe, you could trust Bucky enough to let him in.

You looked down to your lap. "I hate the way my body looks" you whispered it so quietly he almost missed it. Bucky had to ask again because he had not expected that response at all, then again he really didn't know what to expect. "What was that doll?"

"My body Bucky, it's not like Nat or Wanda's, I'm not perfect like them, like the rest of the team. I have fat in places it shouldn't be and I have more curves than either of them, and I know curves are beautiful, but not on me. They don't look right on me. I'm all wrong." You'd mostly stopped crying but Bucky wished you would start again because the look he saw in your eyes now was much more unsettling. They were empty, grey, they looked completely defeated and he couldn't stand seeing you like that or knowing that you thought that about yourself.

He couldn't quite understand what you were going through, why on earth would it matter to have extra skin in certain places? Why are you supposed to think that it's wrong to not be shaped a certain way? Who decided that you were supposed to be skinny? Seriously, who came up with that idea? In Bucky's day it was seen as beautiful for a woman to have extra curves, but no more beautiful than a woman without them. There were a lot of morals that weren't right in those days but at least people weren't judged for the size of their body's.

In that moment all Bucky could feel was anger. Not at you but at the people that made you feel this way. At anyone who had ever said it was wrong to look a certain way, because why should a person be judged by how they look?

He tightened his embrace and tried to stop his own tears from falling before he started talking. "Babydoll" he started shakily. "What god damn idiot put all that in your head? You have every right to feel the way you feel but not if your going to be horrible to yourself. Hey, look at me" he gently held your face in his hand. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, now hear me out. I know that sounds generic, or like I'm only saying it to make you feel better, but that's my fault. Now is not the first time I should be telling you how absolutely gorgeous you are, I should've told you everyday since the minute we met, because if I had known that this is what you'd been thinking about yourself? I would've started reminding you a lot sooner. You body is just as beautiful as Nat and Wandas, you don't have to be the same to be beautiful. Look at them doll" you looked over to where nat and Wanda were splashing about. "Do they look exactly the same?" He asked, you sheepishly shook your head no. "And are they exactly the same shape?" You shook your head again "but you still think they're beautiful right?" He asked looking at you expectantly. "Of course I do Bucky, who would think otherwise."

"Ok so what makes you any different? Why, just because you're not the same as them, are you not beautiful? Because believe me doll, you are gorgeous. And all this 'extra' fat your talking about is nonsense, it's not extra and it's not out of place it's a part of you that's just as important as the rest of you. Doll, no one is perfect and I promise you faithfully that every. single. person over there has something they're insecure about, it's completely normal. You think I like people seeing the awful red and white lines that are scribbled all over my shoulder? I hate it, and for so long I thought it was ugly and out of place, and I still don't like them, but I've learned to be ok with them and accept that they're a part of me. They represent a part of my story and that's what makes it important. Because at the end of the day what really matters is what's on the inside, and trust me I know how that sounds, but it's true. I would rather marry a woman that looked identical to a tree that has a good sense of humour and kind, caring heart that makes me happy than a woman that ticks the boxes from some magazine article but has no personality and no good nature.

The only people you need to think about are those who love you for you, and I know that me and the rest of the team all love you unconditionally, especially me doll, why can't you see how incredibly happy you make me and how much of a better person you make me." He wiped a tear from your face.

"Now please do me a favour and learn to be kind to yourself, I know it's easier said than done, but once you learn to love yourself, i Promise it's so worth it and so rewarding and I also promise that I'll be there every step of the way. Its also important to remember that no matter how much you love yourself you can still have bad days. I mean look at Tony" you chuckled at that. "I can't make you believe the truth, the truth being that you are beautiful inside and out, but I sure as hell, can and will help you learn to believe it yourself."

You stared at him, wide eyed, with a mix of pure shock and awe. You couldn't even put what you were feeling into words, but besides the way it made your heart soar and the butterflies in your stomach go wild, you couldn't ignore how proud you felt. Proud that after 2 years of knowing him, he'd gone from being this empty shell of a man who's soul was torn away from him and destroyed over and over again, to a man that's created a new soul for his new self, a strong, kind, wonderful man who'd learn to accept who he is and push past his demons, of course you still saw when he had bad days but he always bounced back. You were completely in awe of this man. And thats when it all made sense.

Everything Bucky had just said to you was poured directly from his heart, all from personal experience. He'd shown you a part of him that not even Steve has seen. Knowing this made you feel a surge of confidence, a feeling of power, that if Bucky could do it after everything those monsters put him through, then you could too. It was going to be pretty rough, but you felt truly confident that Bucky would keep to his word and be there every step of the way.

You felt tears rolling down your cheeks again but they were for a whole other reason now. Of course you didn't suddenly fall completely in love with your self and the way you looked, but you felt for the first time ever, that you could at least try taking the first step.

So that's exactly what you did.

You took a deep breath and stood up. Bucky panicked for a split second thinking you were mad and about to run away, but that fear left him as you reached your hand down to him. He took it and smiled. He stood up and you let go of his hand for a second to take off your dress. Your hands paused and you too another deep breath.

"You got this babydoll" he winked at you as you swallowed down the nerves and threw off the dress in one quick motion and dropped it to the floor. You suddenly regretted wearing that new two piece, to be honest you thought you would manage to get away with not taking the dress off, but you decided now was a better time then any to try something new.

You felt your hands instinctively move to cover yourself but Bucky stopped you, with a kiss pressed lightly to your forehead, "your absolutely stunning" he whispered against your skin, then took your hand in his and started walking to join the rest of the team. You didn't quite believe it yet but you truly believed that Bucky thought it was true, and that helped just a little.

The team cheered when you finally joined them and you smiled but found yourself hiding slightly behind Bucky. So he turned around, scooped you up bridal style, and before you could protest, started running straight into the water. When he was about knee deep in water, you screamed as he - gently - threw you in the water. The team laughed and ended up in a full on splash war. Although you still didn't love your appearance you found yourself forgetting about it while you splashed around with your friends and make shift family, like you were all 5 years old again. You hadn't had this much fun in a long, long time, and you had Bucky to thank for that, except you didn't know how to put into words how grateful you were for him, so, while the team was distracted with the splash war you and him drifted away from the group slightly and you took your chance to show him how thankful you were.

Without saying a word, you moved your hands to gently cup his face while he moved his hands to rest on your waist. You smiled up at him, unshed tears in your eyes, before leaning up and pressing your lips to his. You poured every ounce of love and appreciation into that kiss and Bucky returned it just as passionately. His lips moulded perfectly to yours and his arms wrapped around you, holding you closer as he deepened this kiss. You felt his tongue brush your bottom lip and opened your mouth to grant him access. You were so lost in the kiss you didn't notice the noise from the rest of the team die down, and eventually stop completely. You pulled away from Bucky, completely breathless, but Bucky wasn't to pleased at the loss of contact, and leaned down to capture your lips once more before pulling away to let you breathe and press a soft kiss to your cheek.

It was only then that you noticed the silence from the team. Well, truly it was the absence of bickering from Sam and Clint that caught your attention, because you know it would take something seriously intriguing to shut those two up.

You slowly turned your heads in unison to met with a mix of expressions. Although you were surprised to see that the majority of faces wore a completely smug look or a shit eating grin like they all knew something you didn't. In a second, the silence was gone and replaced by an uproar of cheering and whooping and wolf whistles along with a "old man still got game" from a much too overexcited looking Sam. You blushed while Bucky just rolled his eyes at their antics. You once again didn't have time to process when Bucky picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. He brought your lips back to his in a much softer kiss but filled with just as much love. "Alright alright" Steve said with a happy smirk. "GET A ROOM GUYS!" Clint yelled and you pulled away to giggle.

You looked at Bucky, still being held securely in his arms. "Thank you" you whispered, "I love you" you said nervously. Bucky smiled, you'd said it as friend's before but he could tell it had a deeper meaning now.

"I love you too, my beautiful babydoll"

You blushed and moved to press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips.

And he kept to his word. Bucky spent everyday making sure you knew just how beautiful you were, and it took a while, and a lot of hard work, but eventually, you learned to believe it too.

[homoo-wan-kenobi]

does your heart ever break when alcina gets surprised at reader/oc saying that they trust her and she's just like "??? but I'm a monster. how can you trust me??" like the villagers, and let's be real miranda too, convinced her that she cannot be trusted. they convinced her that she was a monster for what she needed to do to survive. miranda convinced her that she's a monster for the research and probably the experiment she had alcina conduct for her. then those rumours spread, probably with the help of miranda, pretending to be the hag who was very conveniently all about mother miranda. and alcina fed into them. they said that she was a monster so she showed them how monstrous she could be. my fucking god, do you really believe that alcina got the cadou and was just immediately like "I'm all evil, I'm a monster, I kill people for shits and giggles lmao murder murder murder"?? like no, that's not how it works, probably. like she has to kill people for their flesh and blood to survive which is valid. same as her daughters. and like, what if she doesn't even put real maiden's blood in her wine?? what if it was just to feed into the rumours that were spreading around about her?? like honestly, it sounds like something she would do. like I'm sure she probably does have batches with blood in them but those are like just for her and then the other sanguis virginis bottles are just wine. like obviously it was confirmed in the game that there was blood in the wine (right??) but what if?? anyway, this is me just rambling because my feelings got hurt and I needed to do something to help me not cry. anyway, cadou didn't just suddenly make alcina into a killing machine, it was the villagers fault and it was miranda's fault. but do people wanna fucking believe that?? nooooo. because alcina should be held accountable for her actions. and hello, she is?? like I said, her reason for killing people is pretty fucking valid. like you'd do what you needed to do to survive, right?? I would. regardless of the fact alcina is a murderer, whoop dee fucking doo you fucking guessed that she kills people, here's a cookie! kidding, regardless of that fact, alcina was made into a murderer. she didn't just wake up one day and decide to kill people. she woke up one day in a whole new body, with a different mindset, a new diet btw, and a whole new life tbh. all because of who?? mother miranda. that fucking bird bitch that I love ngl cause I love the re8 women! back on topic, and so yeah when alcina gets into her head about how the fuck can reader/oc trust her after all the things she's done or had to do, yeah my heart breaks. because she doesn't deserve to not be trusted. she doesn't deserve to not be loved. and she definitely doesn't deserve to be treated like shit. and I don't think half of what I said makes sense or ties together cause I haven't been reading back what I've written so Imma shut up now. if any of this is unclear, I apologise for that. or if you want to add something to this, feel free to do that. just remember that my opinions and my thoughts are 100% my own and you don't have to agree with them at all, just don't try and shoot mine down because they don't align with yours :)

[seasonofthewicth]

A Groovy Kind of Love - Epilogue

AN: It’s here... THE END!!! I’m almost sad to finish this fic off but I have absolutely loved writing it. Thank you so much to everyone who reblogged/commented/sent asks or spoke to me about this fic it means so much to me and I really appreciate you!!

warning: adult content ahead

previous chapter - masterlist - ao3

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~1 year later~

“You need to rip the band-aid right off.”

Rowan could barely hold in his sigh at Lorcan’s pronouncement. He shared a look with Aedion who looked as baffled as Rowan felt. 

“What the fuck?” Aedion shook his head. “This is not the kind of thing you just ‘rip off’.”

“How do you have a girlfriend?” Fenrys’ bewildered voice came from Rowan’s side. 

Lorcan shrugged, unbothered by each of their reactions. “Don’t mess around. Just ask her, simple. Then it’s done.”

“Gods, above,” Rowan muttered. 

“I should never have asked you three, I should have gone to Aelin. Or even Dorian.” Aedion sighed before clasping his hands in front of himself. “Okay, serious suggestions only.”

“That was a serious suggestion.” Lorcan said, not attempting to hide his indignation. 

Aedion ignored him. “Fenrys go.”

The golden haired male took a moment to consider, barely holding back from stroking his chin as he considered the prompt. Of all of them, Fenrys had been in a relationship for the shortest amount of time, he and Dorian had only declared their relationship a few months earlier, even though Rowan knew things had been brewing for far longer. 

It was strange to think that all four of them were in committed relationships, especially as they all still lived in what had been the bachelor pad of their first apartment together.

Rowan would never admit it out loud, but he felt sentimental to the old loft, even with it’s broken window and ever leaking shower. The draughty exposed brick would always remind him of the parkour phase Aedion and Fenrys had gone through not long after they had moved in. They had taken every opportunity they could to throw themselves around the loft without any kind of skill and they had only stopped after their neighbour complained of unexplained banging noises.

The red stain on the hardwood floor, now covered by a blue bean bag chair, would always remind him of the time Aedion had brought home a girl who had–for reasons still unknown to Rowan–thrown a bottle of red wine at his head. None of them had bothered to clean the stain, in fact Lorcan had posed for a photo with it and Fenrys had framed it on their refrigerator where it had stayed for years. 

His main memory of their loft however, would always be their front door. The slab of wood, with it’s peeling grey paint and the lock that often stuck shut unless it was jiggled just so, would always remind him of Aelin. Rowan knew he wore a ridiculously soft smile at the thought, but he would always be grateful for the loft for bringing him to Aelin. Or more accurately, for bringing Aelin to him.

He swallowed the sly smirk that threatened at the memory of the time he had taken her against the door. She had wrapped her long legs around his waist as he had pounded into her and her nails had clawed his back as she had moaned in his ear. He had buried his teeth into her neck, savouring the salty and sweet taste of her skin on his tongue. He hadn’t been able to leave the loft without getting semi-hard for weeks. 

“What are your first memories of Lysandra?” Fenrys asked eventually, somehow pulling Rowan’s thoughts from Aelin. It was a difficult task, even over a year into their relationship Rowan was still completely enamoured. “If you want to go big you could do something to do with that, girls love sappy shit.”

Rowan smiled as Lorcan nodded solemnly, finally appearing to take Aedion’s request for help seriously. His best friend seemed to consider the suggestion, crossing his arms over his broad chest and surveying the three of them where they sat before him. 

“That could work.” He said slowly. 

“Great.” Fenrys grinned. “We need to brainstorm. What are your big moments with Lysandra? Like when did you and Lys first meet?”

Aedion shrugged again. “I knew of her for years through Aelin but I only remember meeting her properly when Aelin moved in.”

Fenrys’ enthusiasm was rapidly gaining momentum. “Right, and any special memories from then? Any big gestures you could make as a throwback?”

Aedion’s eyes widened before a burst of laughter sprung from his lips. Rowan shared a look with Lorcan who shrugged. 

“I told her I’d marry her then,” Aedion said, shaking his head and running a hand through his shoulder length hair. 

“What?” Rowan barked his disbelief.

“You’re not serious.” Even Fenrys seemed bewildered.

Aedion only laughed again. “I said ‘girl, imma marry you’.”

Rowan groaned as he lifted a hand to cup his forehead before dragging it down over his eyes. 

“You’re no better than him.” Fenrys said with a shake of his head as he gestured to Lorcan who did nothing but smirk back at him. 

Aedion flipped him off. “I don’t come close to his level of inadequacy, at least I can actively take steps towards relationship milestones. Have you even brought up moving in with Elide to her yet?”

Lorcan scowled, before muttering, “don’t change the subject.”

Aedion took a sharp intake of breath, reading himself to speak, and Rowan dragged his hand away from his eyes. There wasn’t time to let those two get into it.

“Not to in any way agree with Lorcan but I think he could have a point,” He said quickly. “You love her and want to marry her, tell her that. Down on one knee with the ring, I doubt she’d say no.”

Rowan knew his words were the truth. He had known Aedion for a decade now and he had never seen his best friend as smitten as he was with Lysandra, nor had he seen him so secure. Aedion and Lysandra played off each other, she settled him and he excited her. 

Rowan knew Lysandra would say yes but he understood Aedion’s need to over-prepare. While it was standard for Aedion to mull over the details, his mind was one for strategy and weighing-up the risks and it was part of what made him so good at his job, and Rowan knew that while this wasn’t a risk, it was important to his friend to get it right.

Proposing to Aelin was a thought that had drifted around the edges of Rowan’s mind for a while. From the start Rowan had known Aelin was it for him and he knew he wanted to marry her at some point in the future but the pressure of how to do it right, the way to make it right for Aelin was a task he knew he’d work hard on. 

He knew Aelin would say yes even if he asked her over a mouthful of food at their kitchen counter but he also knew that she was a princess at heart with a taste for finery and he wanted to spoil her. It was a luxury in itself for Rowan that he could. Since taking over the bar, even with the large loan he had taken out, his bank account had a healthy level of cushioning that he loved using to take Aelin for weekends away or to fancy restaurants. 

There was a savings account that he and Aelin threw money into every month for whenever they felt ready to move out of the loft, but there was also a separate savings account that Aelin was unaware of that Rowan was saving for something shiny. 

“Thanks,” Aedion said, shaking himself somewhat. Rowan nodded, amused at the level of detail and reassurance Aedion appeared to need.

“You need to relax,” Fenrys’ chimed in, voicing Rowan’s thoughts aloud. “You’re overthinking it.”

“He’s right.” Rowan swallowed. “Just tell her the truth. Tell her you love her, how much you want to spend the rest of your life with her and how much she makes you smile every day. Tell her how you want to be eighty and still holding her hand, or how you hate the thought of going a single day without her.”

“Gods,” Fenrys scoffed as Lorcan snickered. “You’re making me want to marry you.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “You’re welcome to take notes.”

“Thanks, but I don’t need to.”

“Really? Not thinking of getting down on one knee for Dorian?”

Fenrys smirked. “I get on my knees for Dorian plenty, but no.”

“Why not?” Rowan asked, ignoring the comment and daring to bite, knowing he’d likely regret it.

“He’ll be the one proposing to me,” Fenrys explained as if it were obvious.

Rowan laughed, Aedion and Lorcan’s laughter echoing his own.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing,” Fenrys turned to Lorcan. “Your proposal skills need some serious work.”

Lorcan shrugged, unfazed as ever. “Maybe I’ll let Elide propose to me too.”

Rowan snickered at the image of the tiny woman on one knee before his giant of a friend. He sobered when he paused to consider it, Elide probably was the kind of woman who could propose to Lorcan, she had him wrapped completely around her little finger. 

“I can see it.”

“She takes what she wants, it’s hot.”

Rowan laughed again. “You could take her name too, Lorcan Lochan has a good ring to it.”

Fenrys’ howl of laughter from his side brought a grin to Rowan’s lips as he looked to his friend who’s eyes darkened at the ribbing. 

“Lorcan Lochan,” Aedion repeated through a laugh. “Please, I’d pay money to see it.”

Rowan smiled as his friends continued their teasing and his mind wandered through the possibilities. Aelin had a number of surnames already but he quite liked the sound of Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. 

-- 

“You are not allowed to move in here.”

The panic in Lysandra’s green eyes as she hurtled around the corner was almost comical. 

“Why not? What’s wrong?” She demanded.

Aelin ran a thoughtful finger along the sleek, oak mantelpiece admiring each of the twisting lines running through the wood. To the side of the fireplace sat a tall window, letting in plenty of warm daylight that reflected off the shining hardwood floors and crept into each of the corners of the large room. The archway Lysandra stood under led to the open plan kitchen-diner with it’s sleek marble countertops and extended dining table that could seat their whole group of friends. 

“If you move in here I’ll be too jealous.”

Lysandra slumped in relief, leaning a shoulder against the archway as she smiled. “He’s done well.”

“I didn’t know Aedion had this in him,” Aelin said with a snort and Lysandra waved a hand. 

“He has spent months putting it together,” her friend admitted and Aelin smirked. 

“How much did he let you choose?”

Lysandra winced. “It was fifty-fifty.”

Aelin waited. 

“Forty-sixty.”

Aelin only cocked her head as she waited a moment longer. 

“I won’t go any lower than thirty-five. And I picked the paint for the bathroom walls.”

Aelin’s poker face cracked at her friend’s admission. She knew her cousin wanted their house to be perfect but he had taken his attention to detail to the extreme. The number of interior design magazines that were littering the coffee table in the loft was well into double figures and Aelin had been dragged on multiple trips to a number of shops to offer her opinion on almost identical shades of paint and patterned wallpapers. Lysandra had been content to sit back and let her boyfriend take the reins, confident that Aedion would choose well. 

He had. The house was beautiful, and the dedication her cousin had offered was obvious. Each room had a multitude of tiny details that revealed the love Aedion had poured into the house, in the kitchen it was the large window that overlooked their garden, offering a glance at the wildlife that flocked to the numerous native plants Aedion had selected. In the living room it was the stuffed bookshelves, housing almost anything from Aedion’s old college textbooks to Lysandra’s abundance of romance novels. 

Aelin’s favourite was the study her cousin had decorated for Lysandra to house her newly developed modelling agency. Lysandra had chosen more recently to take a step away from posing in front of the camera and had opted to manage a small group of models. The office was bright and welcoming, with splashes of soft green accents that suited Lysandra. The office sat next door to a room that was carefully neutral, but Aelin knew it wouldn’t take much work for it to be converted into a nursery. 

Aelin took another glance around the living room they stood in, Aedion had truly curated a home. She could see herself and Rowan curled up on the loveseat in the corner with Aedion on the armchair by the fire and Lysandra perched in his lap. She could hear the sounds of Fenrys rummaging through their fridge as Lorcan barked orders from his space on the sofa. 

Aelin was going to miss having them all under one roof, even if it meant her and Rowan having the loft to themselves. But she knew that as quiet as the loft would feel without the others, she was excited to make the space their own. And to get some much awaited privacy. 

Lysandra watched her with knowing eyes as she surveyed the space. “You’ll all be welcome any time to come and visit.” 

Lysandra plopped down onto the plush couch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she settled into the pliant cushions. Aelin took the seat opposite, throwing her feet onto the footstool set carefully in front of the sofa. 

“Just make sure your doors are locked at night, I think Fenrys could take your open door policy a little too liberally.”

Lysandra shook her head. “I’m not sure Aedion would mind, he’ll pretend he won’t but he’ll miss having the guys around. He’ll give them all a key.”

“What about me?” Aelin gasped, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. Lysandra rolled her eyes as she settled further into their couch, it was an agreement that didn’t need to be stated that Aelin would get her own key to the new house. “I’m glad you’re not living with Blackbeak anymore.”

Lysandra’s eyes stayed shut as she laughed. “She’s really not that bad. You’d know if you ever bothered to get to know her the entire time I lived with her.”

“Lys, she’s awful. She’d strut about as if she was the queen or something whenever I came around. Making sly comments to… I don’t know,” Aelin waved a hand, searching for the words. “Assert her dominance or something.”

Lysandra cracked her eyes open to level Aelin with an unimpressed stare. “And you wouldn’t?”

Aelin shrugged, whatever displays she and Manon had put on were in the past. Hopefully she’d never have to see the scarily beautiful woman again. “I’m your best friend, I don’t need to try and posture.”

Lysandra grinned. “And yet you do anyway.”

Aelin stuck her tongue out at her friend, knowing the comment was too true to justify a middle finger. Her phone buzzed in her lap, signifying the text Aelin had been waiting for.

I’m 5 minutes away.

Aelin fought to keep her face neutral as she tucked the phone back into the pocket of her jeans and stood from her comfortable seat on the couch. 

“You’re leaving?”

Aelin nodded, “Rowan just texted, he needs help with something at the bar.” A lie. “Meet us there later after the delivery has come?”

A serious invitation hidden within a number of half truths.

Lysandra dipped her head in a nod as Aelin swept to the front door, calling out her parting words as she did.

Once out the front door she allowed her smile to break through and it widened again as she spotted her cousin walking up the path in front of her. Aedion wore a shirt, and his golden hair was carefully styled. He was practically vibrating with excitement as he approached her.

“Good luck,” she whispered, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

“I don’t need it.” Aedion flashed an easy grin before wrapping one arm easily around her. “Thanks, Ae.”

Aelin drew back soon after. “Don’t make us wait too long to see you guys.”

Aedion only smirked.

“Gross,” Aelin couldn’t help screwing her eyes shut before turning away to make her exit. She flashed her cousin a final thumbs up as she got into her car and headed to where she knew she would find her boyfriend.

— 

Rowan hadn’t changed much when he had taken over the bar, but what he had changed made it even more enjoyable. The first thing he had done was replace the ancient jukebox in the corner, he had replaced the jukebox with one that didn’t need to be turned off and on again every fifteen songs and had updated some of the music in its catalogue. 

Each of their loft-mates had been allowed to offer suggestions for the updated library and Rowan had criticised every single one, his own music taste leaned into older rock songs Aelin had never heard, but the choices had all made their way in there anyway. 

All apart from Lysandra’s only half-joking suggestion of a best-of-boy-bands compilation. That suggestion had received a hard no.

One of Lorcan’s choices, some alternative track with lots of drums, was playing as she made her way to the small office in the back corner of the bar. She nodded at the bartender who nodded back with a soft smile. He was a young man called Luca and he had been recommended by Malakai upon his exit. Aelin liked him, he was young and sweet but competent enough to make a mean drink.

She pushed through the door to the office and smiled as she took in the sight of her boyfriend. Even just the sight of him made her smile, and he smiled back as he dropped the papers he held. 

Aelin flopped into Rowan’s lap, looping her arms around his neck as he leant in to kiss her. Even the softest brush of his lips against her own loosened every muscle in her body.

“Hey,” he murmured against her lips, unable to resist pressing another kiss to them. 

“Hi.”

“Missed you.”

Rowan shared comments like that with a regularity that made her heart squeeze. Each one brought a kernel of warmth to her chest. 

“You saw me this morning.”

“And?” His gaze was unwavering, and his sincerity made Aelin bite her lip. 

“Everything all set for Aedion and Lysandra?” He asked smoothly. 

“I left just as he arrived,” Aelin confirmed.

Rowan ran a gentle hand up and down her side as he spoke. “I’ll be relieved when it’s over and he’s finally asked her. I can’t give any more thought to the best way to propose to Lysandra.”

Aelin snorted as she pressed a kiss to his temple. She loved that her friends and family were all so intertwined. “He’s nervous, give him a break.”

“Why?” Rowan asked. “She’ll obviously say yes.”

Aelin cocked an eyebrow. “And you wouldn’t be nervous if you were proposing to the love of your life?”

Rowan shrugged. “Nope. I’m sure she’ll be very lovely and not at all scary. I’d have no doubt in my mind she’d say yes.”

She pinched the skin of his bicep and he hissed a laugh through his teeth. 

“I can go if you need to find someone sweet.”

Aelin made to move off his lap but his hands tightened around her. “Don’t you dare.”

He skimmed his nose around her hairline, brushing the gentlest of kisses to her ear. A soft gasp crossed her lips at the sensation. Aelin leaned into the warmth of his hands at her hips and the touch of his lips at her neck as she turned to survey his desk. 

“Working hard?” She asked playfully and Rowan buried his face in her neck and groaned. She ignored the heat that stirred in her at the sound and laughed as she petted his hair. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Invoicing is the worst. I have no idea how Malakai did it all on his own for so long, I don’t know how I haven’t made a catastrophic error yet.” Her boyfriend’s eyes widened. “Would I know if I had?”

Aelin laughed. Rowan worked hard and Aelin was confident he was handling the management of the bar well even if Rowan himself wasn’t. Financially there were no problems, the re-branding that had taken place after Rowan had assumed ownership had managed to attract a number of new regulars as well as large numbers of casual visitors that kept the bar easily filled with patrons. 

One night, not long after Rowan had signed the papers giving him majority ownership, Fenrys had suggested a weekly karaoke night. The idea had started out as a joke until Elide had brought her tiny karaoke machine one evening and the bar had ended up packed with people cheering others on, so much so that Rowan had invested in a proper system and every Thursday hosted a karaoke night. 

“Anything I can do to make it easier?” Aelin asked, scratching her nails against Rowan’s scalp. 

He groaned again at the sensation and this time it was harder to ignore the heat stirring in her core. He looked up to her, his fingers curling more tightly around her hips, as his tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip. 

“Do you know anything about accounting?”

Aelin laughed again. 

“Absolutely not, but I know a lot about relieving stress.” She shifted where she sat in his lap, making sure to grind her backside against his groin. “And I have many techniques that I know are effective in releasing pressure.”

Rowan let out a deep, throaty sound at her words, pulling her hips down as he leant in to kiss her neck. 

The start of their relationship had been a blur of passion. About a month into their relationship Aedion had attempted an intervention when he had walked in on them in a state of undress for the third time in a week, and Aelin loved that it hadn’t faded. She wanted Rowan every single time she was so much as in the same room as him, and even when she wasn’t. 

Aelin tugged at the silver strands of Rowan’s hair as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat. She gasped as he scraped his teeth down across her jawline to nip lightly at her pulse point. She shifted impatiently in his lap and tugged his face up by his hair to press her lips to his.

His tongue caressed her lower lip and she eagerly opened to let him lick into her mouth. Each stroke of his tongue set her skin on fire and it wasn’t long until she was writhing in his lap.

“We don’t have long until the others are due.” Rowan slid his face back down to her neck, unable to draw his lips away from her skin. 

“We have enough time if we’re quick.” Aelin heard the desperation in her voice, and Rowan did too if the way he rocked her across his lap was any indication. 

“I don’t want to rush,” He said, his voice a low growl in his throat. “I want to take my time with you.”

“And you can.” Aelin pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Later. First let me be quick with you.”

Aelin stood off his lap and Rowan moaned his disappointment until she leaned back in to caress her hand over the bulge in his jeans. His head rolled back as his eyes fluttered shut and his hips jerked into her hand. 

Aelin loved having Rowan at her mercy like this, usually he was the one who liked to take his time and watch her fall apart under his teeth and tongue until she was shaking and gasping his name, but Aelin loved to take care of him too. 

She slid to her knees between his thighs and ran her hands up the thick muscles she felt straining against the desire to take her. She knew they didn’t have long so she wasted no time before unzipping his jeans and sliding a hand beneath. 

Rowan’s head fell backwards against the back of his chair as her hand dipped into his boxers. Aelin bit her lip at the feeling of him, already hard and heavy in her hand. She gave a few pumps of her hand, enjoying the catch in his throat as she did, before tugging him out of his trousers. 

Aelin trailed her hand along the length before wrapping her hand tighter and twisting slightly the way she knew he liked, enjoying the way his hips jerked off the chair slightly. She pressed her free hand to his hip, holding him in place as she leaned in to run her tongue up from his base to tip. At the first touch of her tongue his hips jerked forward and his hand slid into her hair.

“Easy,” She chided with a wicked smile. Aelin loved the way he reacted to her, the slightest touch would have him solid beneath her and kissing her forcefully the way she liked.

Rowan brushed his free hand along her cheek, before tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. 

“Beautiful,” He murmured, his voice low and thick with arousal. Aelin smiled up at him as she worked her hand again, and she let her gaze fall to where she held him, enjoying the contrast of her red nail polish against his skin.

He let out a curse under his breath as she leant in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along his considerable length. His hand twisted more securely into her hair as she took him fully into her mouth, using her hand to work the base. He didn’t force her head, which she appreciated, but she loved the feeling of his hand holding her to him as she moved. 

Aelin felt her eyes flutter shut, she loved doing this for Rowan, it made her feel sexy and the sounds he made were hotter than anything.

“Fuck,” He hissed. “You look so good like that.”

Aelin moaned, breathing in deeply through her nose as she bobbed her head. She loved how vocal Rowan was, how he would curse her name and anything he could think of as she worked her mouth around him. 

She pulled back to press her tongue right under the tip, the way she knew sent him wild, and she was rewarded with a sharp thrust of his hips. She looked up to him finding his deep green eyes blown with lust as she swallowed around him. She read the question in his eyes and nodded as best as she could. 

Rowan let out a groan. “Gods, I love you.”

His thumb trailed the corner of her lips as they stretched around him before sliding to join his other in her hair. Aelin moaned as he began to fuck her mouth, lifting his hips in a torturously slow rhythm that had Aelin grinding her hips against the air. 

His pace increased as his hands twisted more tightly into her hair. Aelin moaned around his cock and he hissed a breath at the sensation. She slid her free hand down into her own jeans, matching her own strokes with Rowan’s thrusts and it wasn’t long until she felt her own climax building. 

“Aelin,” Rowan cursed. “Oh, fuck.” 

His eyes screwed shut tightly as his hips stuttered, Aelin moaned her permission as she stroked herself even faster. She was close, and the pulling of her hair combined with the hard thrusts into her mouth, timed perfectly with her own fingers, sent her quickly to a climax. Rowan’s hips jerked as he groaned, his head tipping to the side as he gasped her name. 

“Gods.” His chest heaved as his jaw strained. “Fuck, Aelin I-I’m close.”

Aelin met his gaze and offered a shallow dip of her chin. Rowan clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut, each muscle in his powerful body straining beneath the touch of her tongue.

He spilled into her mouth with a groan, and Aelin swallowed around him, allowing her tongue to coax him along. He gave a few final shallow thrusts as he settled back into his chair, his eyes blinking open slowly to meet her own. 

Aelin slid her hand out of her trousers as she drew her lips off him. She tucked his still half-hard cock back into his jeans and stood to press her lips to his, revelling in the blissed out expression on his handsome face. She crawled back onto his lap as his breathing evened out. 

Finally, he blinked his eyes open and brought her hand to his lips to press a kiss to her fingers. 

“You’re phenomenal, thank you,” He said, his voice still breathy. “But you did my job for me.”

Aelin smiled at the disappointed tone in his voice before she pressed her lips to his once more. “You can make it up to me later.” 

He cocked a brow in a way that she knew meant he wanted to splay her out on this desk and taste her the way she had tasted him, but at that moment her phone chose to buzz. The second signal of the day. 

“We have to go,” She said, beginning to slide off his lap. “We have a pair of fiancés to congratulate.” 

Rowan grinned, a crooked flash of his teeth. “How long, do you think, until he asks me to be his best man?”

“I think he’ll ask Lorcan.” 

“Right,” He grinned. “And Manon Blackbeak will be Lysandra’s maid of honour I assume.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little bit funny.”

“I think you’d prefer me being the maid of honour to your best man, much more than Manon. If it’s Manon your night won’t end up like today.”

He cocked a brow. 

“You know, it’s tradition for the best man and maid of honour to hook-up in the bathroom and Manon would bite your dick off before she blew you.”

The fear in Rowan’s eyes drew a cackle from her chest. 

“Don’t worry,” She patted his cheek with a hand before fully rising to her feet. “I’d protect you from the evil witch.”

Rowan smiled as she pulled him to his feet. 

“And then I’d definitely blow you in the bathroom.”

“You’re filthy.”

“You love it.”

Rowan nodded, a sincere light in his eyes. “I do.”

He slung his arm around her shoulders as they made their way out into the main part of the bar to discover their friends already gathered in a booth. Lysandra sat in the center as Elide examined the sparkling diamond now gracing her left hand, Lorcan frowned at the same ring and Aelin barely managed to conceal her snort at the sight. She was sure Lorcan would get there someday, but she’d enjoy his discomfort in the meantime. 

Aelin snuck out from under Rowan’s arm to throw her own around Aedion and Lysandra, unintelligibly cooing her congratulations and excitement. It was almost hard to believe sometimes, that her cousin and her best friend were together and now getting married. 

“Nice of you to join us,” Fenrys snarked as she released her friend and collapsed onto Rowan’s lap. Aelin flipped him off, despite the wide grin she wore. 

“We were barely late, we had things to finish off.”

Aedion winced as Lysandra and Fenrys cackled. Rowan hid his smile in her shoulder but she could feel his body shaking with laughter beneath her.

“Tell us more about these things you were finishing off Aelin.” Elide had a wicked glint in her eye.

“Please don’t.” Aedion sounded pained and even Lorcan grinned. 

The booth was filled with her friends and roommates and Aelin wasn’t complaining as Rowan slung his arm around her waist, holding her tightly to his chest. Aelin pressed both of her palms to the table as she surveyed the group. 

“I propose a toast,” she said. “To the happy couple.” 

She made a gesture to Luca who flashed her a thumbs up and immediately made to collect enough glasses for the group. 

“On the house I hope,” Lorcan quipped as Luca brought over a couple of bottles of champagne.

“When do any of you pay for drinks in here?” Rowan questioned as the group laughed. 

Aelin leaned back into Rowan and lifted her glass in a toast. The sounds of her friends bickering wasn’t enough to damper the happiness she felt for Aedion and Lysandra, and the old Phil Collins song playing on the jukebox only added to the contentment she felt sitting in Rowan’s lap surrounded by her friends. 

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[herstarburststories]

It's Time To Go

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Dean is always good with knowing when it's time to go. He already postponed too much with you, selfishly living in the delusion of your love. But it's a brand year now.

A/N: GUYS, I DRABBLED! My last imagine of the year goes is my part for @holylulusworld 's new millestone! Hope you like it, honey and congrats again. ♡ HAPPY NEW YEARS, EVERYONE!

Warnings: smut, angst, unedited (mistakes are mine)

He throws you against the wall, causing a strangling moan out of your red-stained lips. Dean can sense the Merlot tangled with your natural flavor on your tongue, that frivolous wine which you fancy weekly more evident because of the occasion. Yet, he doesn’t want to focus on that. Everything about you two is so often about something else. Not now, not when he’s ripping your panties off, while your teeth make a mess out of his neck against the bathroom��s wall in the middle of your New Years Day party.

‘’Dean,’’ His name sounds like a prayer when you need him the most. You both know it’ll work. The hunter is always a pious man when it comes to the people he loves, the gods’ stolen faith given to the ones on the road with him. His pants are forgotten, and so is his underwear. ‘’Please. I need you.’’

That’s such a delicious lie. Dean can’t wait to devour that, savoring the con as much as he does when he eats you out.

Though, you two don’t have much time, so he slams his hungry mouth and takes what he can get. He groans against your lips and holds your thighs as you give a little jump, his crotch pressed so close to your wetness now; only that stupid, marvelous dress acting up like the Gardens of Babylon.

You whine. ‘’Dean.’’

‘’I know, honey.’’ Sadly, the nickname is sweeter than his gestures. This would be so much easier if it was just bodies wrestling in the hoax of what lovers do. ‘’Imma give it to you. Scratch you open and fill up that needy pussy with my cum.’’

Your legs are around him as you whimper between kisses, until he ultimately pulls up the expensive dress and slides inside you. A howl echoing through Dean’s throat as he trusts inside your tight walls, your pussy squeezing his hard length just the way you both need it.

You can’t stop. Hips moving wildly, growing harder and more animalistic as they tangle with your own noises. To him, you’re his moon, the venom confused by the medicine, or maybe a medicine being taken so much to the point it becomes venom. Dean knows he has to leave this unhealthy pattern of showing at your porch, spreading his problems on you as kisses, wrecking all your plans, and then leaving only to start it all again.

To you, Dean’s like a stray cat that appeared in your backyard on a sunny day. You keep feeding him adamantly and the cat still show up every night until you find yourself waiting punctually for the visitor. Until you understand you’re in love with something broken that can’t be fixed, you’re offering a nomad man a house. That’s not love.

He knows it, too. He knows his whole heart is in the bottles of beer you two share when he comes here, but this is the last drop. You don’t love him; the Winchester can see it in the way your weary eyes glance at him, and how you don’t laugh like you used to do, or how you don’t ask him to cook pancakes anymore. You don’t want his divided life.

Therefore, Dean attempts to only care about his cock opening your tight cunt as you share a kiss out of lust - that four-lettered word, not the other - messing you up for any other man that might come and make you feel what he can’t. The thought awakens wrath, so he goes even rougher on you, catching a shameful scream of pleasure out of you. Your nails digging in his skin, scratching and getting a little of skin under them. Closures aren’t tender.

By the morning, Dean will leave for good. Somehow the bravest act of courage he could ever do feels a lot like cowardice. But he will do it, choose himself and take care. He won’t be here for the New Years kiss, and that will be his resolution for the upcoming year: not to come back to you. He will be free.

But first, he’s gonna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.

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[venomous-ko]

Wine Drunk while watching Godzilla vs Kong

Some major spoilers up ahead!

Mans really just annoyed the shit out of his coworker until he left so he could hack shit, huh?...I love it! 🤣🤣

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You mean to tell me that the explanation for why Godzilla attacked the one tech company site by the dude who studied Kaiju communication and behavior for a living is just, “sometimes people (and creatures) change”???? Like some dumbass justifying a toxic person/relationship??? Like excuse me???? Why are the literal teenagers making more sense than you?????

Also, we’re all in agreement that this facility is either housing Ghidora’s dead head, Mecha Godzilla, or Mecha Ghidora, right?!?

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Lol! “Apex Cybernetics!” That’s not foreshadowing! 🤣

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Apparently, I didn’t get my fill of white nonsense from Falcon and Winter Soldier, bc someone decided to put this blonde-hair-blue-eyed little bitch in charge! That’s not ganna go wrong somehow. 🙃😑👀

Like this bitch literally wanted to send a fucking child into unexplored hollow earth territory without a second thought! 🙃🙃🙃🙃 I was literally like 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕 for that entire convo.

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I’m sorry! This conspiracy man just met these teenagers, and his first impulse was, “yeah, theses seem like some good people to break into a tech conglomerate with!” 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Why are these people surprised Kong knows sign language? These are people who study Kaiju (and presumably other animals in order to draw conclusions about certain behaviors) for a fucking living!!! We have primate species that recognize and communicate in sign language already! Why is this surprising???!?! Like...has NO ONE except this precious child tried this????

Also, nothing bad better happen to this child.

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That ship literally fucked around, and Godzilla let it find out! Lmao!

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Kong: Hey, Godzilla...look at me...

Godzilla: >:[

Kong: ...bitch.

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Precious girl: Thank you, friend 🧏🏽‍♀️

Kong: ☺️😴

THIS GIRL IS TOO PRECIOUS!!!!

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Bitch-ass White Man: How’s Kong with heights?

BITCH, you really ganna try that?!?! You really think you ganna find any aircraft(s) that are ganna be able to support all that weight?? Never mind any other problems with Kong trying to nope the fuck out of that situation and all kind of other hosts of problems!

And if you do somehow have one (or multiple) WHY TF DIDN’T YOU USE THAT BEFORE KNOWING FULL AND WELL YOU RAN THE RISK OF GODZILLA MERCING KONG’S ASS IF YOU TRAVELED VIA SHIP!?!?!?!

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Down the Hell Naw tunnel we go!

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“I think it’s romantic,”

I fucking love Millie Bobbie Brown’s character!! 🤣❤️🤣

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WHY IS THIS TEENAGER SMARTER THAN EVERYBODY OMG!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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“This is page one in the ‘Playing God’ handbook, right?”

I’ve decided I love this character! 🤣

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WHY YOU GETTING INSIDE THAT THING—Oh god! 😨 Why y’all got eggs!?!? This is like if Weyland-Yutani succeeded in getting Xenomorphs! 😬

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Oop! Locked in! THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T HIDE OUT IN MYSTERIOUS ROOMS!!!!

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Oh shit! Apex Cybernetics think they on that Wakanda shit now!

Also, why was that one Apex Cybernetics bitch bitching about how one of those HEAV crafts could power Vagas for a week if y’all clearly have a whole network or transportation using this tech!

And I never understood how tech companies kept that shit to world domination shit! Build a public transportation system with that shit! Boss man said he likes ideas that make him rich! Pretty sure that would do the trick!

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WINE BREAK!!!

Saving the rest of the last bottle for coking Gumbo, so gotta open up a new bottle

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Aw, Kong is so sick of this bullshit! 😂😭

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“It’s not working”

Bruh! Give it more that two seconds!

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HOW DARE Y’ALL USE KONG’S LOSS AGAINST HIM!!!! HOW DARE Y’ALL!!!

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HEAV go Brrrrrrr Shoooooooooooom!!!!

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LMAO!!! Monarch has their own brand of bottled water!?!?! Idk why that amuses me so much!

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This hallow earth portal thing is some Pacific Rim bullshit right here, lol!

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NYOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

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Are we...are we really Ice Age: Dawn of Dinosaur-ing this shit rn??? 😂😂😂

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“It’s beautiful,”

Of course it’s beautiful! No hoomins have touched it! Lol

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Y’ALL GOT FUCKIN DRAGONS IN THIS BITCH!?!?!?!!! 8D YO!!! SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!!!!

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*marvels at the creature creation ideas*

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Kong’s first thought: *nom the dragon guts*

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THE ROCK HAND OMG IM GANNA CRY!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 It’s the same gesture the Precious Girl did OMG!!!!

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“We going in?”

“Yeah”

The BALLS on this child!

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“AAAAHH 😐”

*fear*

LMAO!!!!! I’M FUCKIN WHEEZING!!!

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“Sacrifice Pit”

OMG 🤣🤣🤣

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I KNEW IT!!!! MECHA-GODZILLA MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!! 8DDDDD

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YO PACIFIC RIM RAN SO MECHA-GODZILLA COULD FUCKIN SPRINT!!!!!!!!

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YO IT’S A GOOD THING I AIN’T SEEING THIS IN THEATERS BC I’D BE FLIPPING MY SHIT!!!!

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“Humanity, once again, will be the apex species,”

THERE it is!

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Why Mecha-Godzilla so skeeny?!? He need ta be thicc if he ganna take down REAL Godzilla!

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*Ryan Bergera conspiracy voice* Is this the real reason Kong was contained!? So this douche could snatch up Skull Crawlers without Kong intervention???

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OH SHIT!!! I think this thing is emitting alpha waves (or whatever we’re calling it) and THAT’s what set Godzilla off!!! He fought Ghidorah, heard this shit and went, “Nu-uh, bitch! NOT AGAIN!!!”

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Monarch dude: Yo, Godzilla’s headed to Hong Kong for some reason?

FUCKIN CALLED IT!!!

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This look like the door to fuckin General Grievous’s lair,da fuq?!? 🤣🤣🤣

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I got waaay too emotional over that handprint, y’all! 😭😭😭

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Y’all, the fucking art history major in me is fuckin screaming at this temple scene! The fact that some of these Kaiju not only had the urge and drive and capacity to build a fucking temple around this power source or some shit and create weapons like the axe that Kong just fucking Excalibured the shit out of that one skull crawler’s skull fucking implies the fact that there is intelligent civilization amongst these fucking Kaiju and all that shit! I want to know more about this shit! Take that you fucking racist-ass white historian motherfuckers!

(Note: I definitely needed to use talk to text for much of this bit, because there was no way I was going to be able to contain all my excitement in just typing, alone, lmao)

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BRUH!!! Why y’all exiting g the HEAV without no breathing apparatus or lead suits or nothing!?!?! In previous movies, y’all implied that these Kaiju lived in environments in which their environments were hella radioactive compared to our own!!!

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Kong is s the true heir to the iron throne, Lmao!

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FUCKING CALLED IT!!!! THEY HAD GHIDORA’S REMAINS IN THERE SOMEWHERE!!!!

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OH FUCK!!!! Y’ALL AINT JUST SENDING OUT ALPHA VIBES WITH YOUR MECHA-GODZILLA!!!! YOU SOMEHOW USING GHIDORA’S HIVE MIND OR TELEPATHY SHIT TO DO IT!?!?!?! AAAWWWWW SHEEEEEET!!! Y’ALL ARE BONED NOW!!!! FUCKIN BONEROWNED!!!!

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Godzilla! My bruh! My dude! You didn’t HAVE TO get up right where that bridge was!!! 😂😂 Ya douche bag!!!

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At the same time, tho, I can just hear him going, “Ah! FUCK! NOT AGAIN!!! Sunova bitch!! Motherfuckin!! STOP BUILDING sHIT SO DAMN HIGH!!! Goddammit!”

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You know, with all the Bright twinkly lights in Hong Kong, I can’t help but think of the sequel to the original Gojira movie ( that I can’t remember the title of ,rn) where he was fucking triggered by fucking lights. And I wonder if this little scene where he’s stomping all through Hong Kong is a tribute to that or whatever. But I’m probably overthinking it.

[Sober Edit: it was Godzilla Raids Again]

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*GASP* HOLY SIHIIIT!!! The axe is made out of Godzilla skute!?!?! GOLY BALLS THAT’S NOT ONLY COOL BUT CONTRIBUTES MORE TO THE FACT THAT THESE KAIJU (likely Kong’s species, in particular) WERE REALLY FUCKING INTELLIGENT AMD TJOUGHT, “Imma beat this muthafucka with their own spiky thing! Bc that’s what screws us over, so, why WOULD’nt it hurt them!?!” I need SO MUCH MORE of this Kaiju/Kong culture studied and shit! HOLY FUCK!!!

It even fucking glows!! Like ... they managed to fucking piece together that its glow was a fucking warning sign like Sting or some shit!!!! Holy fuck!!!!

Also, how does that work? How are the skutes still connected even after dismemberment???

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NO FUCKIN WAY WRE YOU—AAAAAAAAHHH!!! Excalibur that shit my boi!!!!

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I FUCKIN LOVE YHIS MOVIE HOLY SHIT!!!

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“ that’s Apex property now,”

Excuse me bitch! Are we really not gonna listen to the scientist who saying “hey we don’t understand the shit out of this fucking power! Maybe we should hold off on taking some fucking samples!”

Are we really just gonna ignore that shit???????

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Kong said: TRY ME BITCH!!!!

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Oh thank the GODS this Serizawa dude is taking precautions like his old man! Also, what is his relation to Ken Watanabe’s Serizawa!?!?!

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UH OH!! SOLDIER DUDES GETTIN ATE!!!

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OH SHIT!!! PILOT JUST GOT ATE!!! FUCKIN DRAGON BASEMENT UP IN THIS SHIT!!!

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BITCH YOU REALLY GON THROW A ROCK AT IT!!! FUCKIN NONSENSE OF THIS BITCH!!!

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LOVE AND FITE ME ENERGY IS STORED IN THE ATOMIC BREATH

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“Shoot him!”

WHY!!!???!! He literally had NO problem with you before then!!!

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Why does white man who don’t know anything about this vehicle suddenly know how to pilot this shit!???!?!!!!!

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Y’all love had SO MUCH wine!

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The FUCK this dude got a flip flop phone for!!!?!????!!!?

Da fuq!?!?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣 yeah that’s the most unrealistic part of this entire fucking movie! Not the fuckin Kaiju robots. Not the fucking hollow earth bullshit! The fucking flip phone! LMFAO!!!!

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“Maintenance! I’M MAINTENANCE!!! This bitch ain’t buying it”

That made me laugh WAY FUCKIN harder that it should have!!!!

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Y’all really ganna try to shoot at a kid!?! REALLY!?!?!??!

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GAWD, I’m so glad I impulse bought these oatmeal bites from Dominos! 🤤😋

[Sober Edit: I have no idea how my autocorrect managed to convert “Parmesan” to “oatmeal,” but okay! 😆😅]

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Kong be like, “Hey, bitch!!! You lookin’ for me!?!?”

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Find you a partner that bites your neck like Godzilla does! Lmao!

Sorry, I’ll be crawling back into my hell hole, now.

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EAT YOUR FOOKIN VEGETABLES GODZILLA!!!!!

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Did Godzilla just axe throw with his fuckin teefs!!!????!?!?!

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THIS IS THE FOOKIN MONSTER VS MONSTER FIGHTS IVE BEEN CRAVING SINCE KING OF THE MONSTERS HOLY SHIT!!!!

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“Really? Groupies, again?”

First of all, again!?! What happened last time???

Secondly, where tf are YOUR grpupies, asshole! No need to judge! Ya cunt!

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“There can only be one alpha,”

Really! You really gotta bring your toxic masculinity into a fuckin monster fight, my dude!?!

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Kong said, “Yeet! YEET SELF!!!”

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I am living for the feral fight scenes!!!!

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Kong’s expression , tho! 🤣🤣🤣

Like, “Can you ducking NOT, Godzilla?!? Can you, like, fucking chill??!!? Aight, fine! ASDASHKLSDJKLDZJL ADKLKDZDJ!!!!!!”

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Awwwww! Godzilla let Kong go, bc he knows what it’s like to be the last of his species! 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

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“This is how we [...] win!”

Oh, honey, you ‘bout to die! Lmao! 😂

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Oh god! I knew he was going to use the sign for “coward” at the most inappropriate time! Lmao! At least the Precious Girls is smart enough to know what Dumbass White Man means, lol

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Oh, thank god we do t see this dumbass in any sequels!

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Dammit, he escaped!

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This girl is too good!

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Did y’all really think you were ganna break into a semi-sentient Mecha-Godzilla by GUESSING ITS FUCKING PASSWORD!!?!?!?!!!!???? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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YEAH!!!! TEAM-UP COMING THROUGH!!!!!

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“I was hoping to die with adults, but that’s okay,”

🤣🤣🤣

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“I’VE GOT TO DIE WITB YOU AND SOBER!!?!?!”

GOD, I love this movie!!!!

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OOOOOOHHHH HOLY SHIT!!!!! 😱😱😱😱😱 He powering up the axe!!!!!

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YOOOOOO KONG WENT PREDATOR/YOUTJA ON MECHA-GODZILLA’s ASS!!!!

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Kong said, “I’m done, y’all! Imma take a nap!”

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“Dad. Uh...Bernie.”

I fucking love Bernie!!! 😂😂😂😂

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JIA NOOOO!!! Don’t go running between two disgruntled Kaiju bby!!

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Yo, why do monsters have less toxic masculinity than we do??? Lol!

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Yaaaaaay! Kong has a new home!!

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WELP!!! I fucking loved this movie, and I highly recommend it to everyone!!!

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a Tom Holland x black model / actress reader where there in ffh together maybe she Palau’s Gwen Stacy and they were fwb while the press tour was happening then they get into a heated argument... then they see each to her at the premiere and they end up sleeping together later that night in maybe a Limo and getting caught by maybe zendaya or Jacob 💀💀💀  

I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY- IM PRETTY TIRED, I DRUNK MILLIONS OF COFFEE TO DO A ESSAY I DIDNT EVEN FINISH ALL NIGHT LMAO, THATS FOR DISTRACTING ME, I NEEDED IT!

Warnings: long smut, arugeing, getting caught, basically it! Idk what else, probably terrible smut btw

T.H| premier or how ever you spell it

“This is so boring” “why? Because you aren’t meeting Batista?” “Oh I’m meeting Batista Thomas” he only laughed at you, it was the press tour today, everyone fancy and shit.

You and Tom have been friends for a long time, friends with benefits for a short one, you’ve only fucked a few times..... totally, just in the two hotels, the dressing room, on the couch, on the back of the couch, on the front door, the wall- anyways. But you’ve both always had a bond.

You both were making it to your hotel, in his car, he had his hand on your thigh, taking it higher and higher until he cupped you, you turned to him while he bit his lip still looking at the road, you pushed his hand down as he looked at you confused.

“Wow you look” “amazing” Tom finished your assistants words, triko (tree co) looking back him and nodding in agreement, your hair in a natural kinky Afro and a poofy dress, two layers, and off the shoulders, the color was yellow and it radiated off your skin, matching your dark colored acrylics (basically Rihanna’s dress but yellow, let’s act like it was invented yet) “Thanks” you say, smiling at yourself. “Well I have to go take care of something, uh your hair shouldn’t dry out so you should be fine” triko said, walking out.

“I-uh hi” he stuttered, coming up behind you as you turned to him. “What Thomas” you ask. “I was thinking about you-“ “so you just wanna fuck huh?” You cross your arms over your chest raising your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t just want to fuck, I want to talk to you, while we fuck” he smiles, thinking he is funny. “I’m not doing this anymore” you push past him, sitting on your vanity chair. “What are you talking about?” He asked, turning to you. “I’m not sleeping with you” you look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your makeup. “What did I do?!” He almost yelled.

“You only want to sleep with me! We don’t even talk any fucking more Thomas! You cup my vagina out of the blue, you come to my house almost every night with a bottle of wine, it’s like I’m a fucking booty call” you slammed your brush down, looking at him through the mirror.

“Hey you aren’t a booty call! What the fuck is up with you!” He yelled, his lips in a thin line. “Tell me the last time we actually had a sit down conversation Thomas” you said, he stops in his tracks, trying not to look away. “In the car-“ “in the car?! You mean the one you cupped me in! In the same day! Like I’m some sex toy and-“ “you know what fuck you, you can’t make random decisions like you didn’t like it!” You stood up, bit your lip sure it would bleed, walking up to him. “You right, i did like it, until what it did to you” you take your pointer finger, pressing it on his forehead and pushed it back. “And to me” you put your finger to your chest “and to us” you pointed and both of you. “Find some hooker on the street Thomas, or even better! Zen fucking daya, I’m not fucking wit chu, and you better leave my room or i swear-“ “swear what?” He asked, crossing his arms and looking at you. “Or I swear I will call you out for the user you are, think about it with me ‘Thomas the slut’ ‘can’t keep his hands off of y/n’ ‘using her for a fuck?’ ‘Isn’t using his brain’, I’ll ruin you and anything you’ve worked for, try me. And it doesn’t only have to be about me, I’ll just dig up more dirt” “now that’s childish y/n” “not when my feelings are hurt! Your fucking clueless man, I- fuck you!” You stormed out of the room, leaving Thomas there stranded trying to understand what even happened at that moment. “Fuck” he whispered, looking around and noticing he basically couldn’t slam anything because it is all yours.

“Hey y/n!” Jacob smiled, you smiled back at him “hey Jacob” “how are you” “eh things could be better” you shrugged. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked, really worried. Both of you making your way to the limo “not really if I’m being honest, I know I don’t wanna be alone though so do you want to take pictures with me?” You questioned looking at him, he only nodded.

Each of your arms wrapped around each other’s, smiling at the camera. Giggling as Jacob told you stupid jokes.

On the other hand thomas was taking pictures with zendaya, his hand around her waist and hers around his shoulders. “Hey can we do questions?” An interviewer asked, Tom nodding and coming forward.

Thomas answered a few questions and shared a few laughs until the question came up “so Gwen Stacy, you said you’ve always wanted a black cat but you have a Gwen Stacy, how does it feel?” “I feel like peter is a very lucky man” he laughed “but I am to, I’m lucky enough to work with y/n how by the way is sooo” he opened is hands as if somethings is in between spacing them “talented, I’m glad we have her and Gwen Stacy here, I mean at least we don’t have anyone bad right?” He laughed again, the interviewer laughing with him.

“I’ve always had the most biggest crush on Spider-Man, it’s honestly my brothers fault because he forced me to watch it” you laughed “what’s your favorite suit of his?” “Probably venom, he looked really cool but his attitude wasn’t it” you giggled. “Did i mention how beautiful you are, I just felt like I had to say it or else I’d regret it later” “ooo are you hitting on me?” You grinned, placing your hand on your collar bone. He nervously laughed “I mean, I guess so” “oo imma get you fired” you teased making him laugh, did I mention Tom was basically right next to you both?

His jaw clenched many times, trying not to glance over, his mind roaming into violent things, until he had it, he’d just talk to you or something, oh well.

“I forgot my bracelet, I’ll be right back” you waved at tony as he only nodded “I’ll be right here waiting for you” he smiled. You walked off the the same limo, staying there for whatever reason you asked the driver to unlock the car, instead he just gave you to whole keys. You went to the limo, unlocking it and getting in. You digged in the side of the seat, trying to find it until you heard the door open and close again, you screamed and tried to stand for some odd reason but hit your head, you groaned and sat down rubbing over the spot.

You looked over to find Thomas, you both made eye contact and you groaned again turning away from him “okay okay look! We are going to talk, to fucking talk!” He said, you look at him and rolled your eyes, trying to open the door until it was locked, you looked at Thomas and he dangled the keys smiling at you. Then you groaned, once again. “You aren’t going anywhere until we talk about this” he said. “I’m not talking about shit” “well you aren’t leaving” “I got hot spot” you pulled out your phone, only to get it snatched, you had your Apple Watch on, “don’t even” “oh I’m going to” “I don’t wanna break it” “fine then, let’s talk” you gave up, sitting up straight, taking off the watch and throwing it at his head.

“Okay- whatever, anyways talk” “you wanted to talk! Not me!” “Alright then! Can you tell me what hurt your feelings?” “I be-“ “spit it out, stop being hard headed for fucks sake” you sighed, crossing your arms. “What hurt my feelings is that you- i- we don’t talk anymore all we do is just sleep around, I miss you Thomas, not your dïck, I miss you, I miss the talks over tea and the you coming to my modeling. If you want to have sex I get it but why almost every other week? I feel like you collect all of your shit and use sex to get out of it, I don’t want to be the one you do that to” “shit y/n, I don’t want you to feel that way, I don’t do that nor feel that way- now that I’m noticing it I am doing something wrong to make you feel that way” he frowned, coming closer to you and sitting next to you, taking your hand. “I can make you feel better I promise, I’ll do anything you want me to do” he kissed your hand, you looking at him and your hand. He trails up to your neck, not going to your sweet spot but everywhere else then it, you let out small hisses and shuddered. “I-“ you cut yourself off by a moan, his hands finding its way to your thigh “I won’t cup you if you don’t like it, I’ll do things for you, I really don’t want you to feel that way” he whispered, rubbing your thighs and breathing on your neck and your jaw, still moaning from the hand on your thigh. “You can be my pillow princess, you won’t have to do anything because I will, I’ll make you happy” “promise?” “Yeah i do, let me pleasure you, please” he then looked at you, lips so close you could almost feel them on yours, eye contact, so deep making it feel like your exchanging souls, the lust and love in both of your eyes, just now exposing you have feelings for each other.

His hand on you thigh raising to your underwear, pulling them down as he gave a kiss to you. “Can we take this off?” He asked, his other hand coming up to your chest, rubbing over each of your breasts and you whimper and nod.

He smiles, knowing your dying by his touch, all he had to do really his make sure he is your bitch at first, but this time he really wanted to have sex, not a fwb sex, there is a difference.

Your back lifts as he finished to take down your lacy white underwear, soaked. “Do I make you like this?” He asked, holding them up wanting you to look at them and you only nodded at him. “Look at it princess, look at the things I do to you, how wet you get when I touch you, you were probably wet the minute I even came close to you, yeah darling?” He bit his lip, taking your underwear and stuffing it in his back pocket. “Open up” he tasks and you follow, opening up your legs revealing your sweet angel smell. “I can smell you, it’s fucking perfect” he murmured, wrapping his hand around your back and unzipping the dress, pulling it down until your breasts were on display. “I wish I could take the whole thing off, but I don’t want us to get caught” he smiled, wetting his thumb with his tongue and rubbing over your nipple, he maintains eye contact with you, feeling your chest deeper as you breath in and out.

You could feel your clit wanting stimulation, slowly reaching your hand down you softly rub over pearl, letting out whimpers as Tom watched. “Touching yourself darling?” He lifted the dress, revealing you touching yourself, his hand came off your nipple and just watched you pleasure yourself, “mm” you bit your lip, your eyes getting slightly clouded. “Faster, for me” he said, now getting on his knees, standing infront of your womanhood, you start to speed up, Tom pushing your legs open more. “Buck your hips down” he ordered, you followed, a moan escaping your lips as Tom spit on you. “Good girl” he purred, kissing your calf’s, you bit your lip to contain the moans, “stop what you doing” he said, making you stop your tracks, he took your hand and suck the wetness off, smiling up at you and coming in between your legs, kissing your clit. “I want you to watch me princess, lift up that dress” you lifted up the poofs, meeting his eyes and he smiled “ready?” “Ready” you nodded. He took a strip of you, your folds open from your legs, your back arched, holding in to your knees, he kitty licked your pearl, you whining as you held tighter hearing the sounds as everything else was silent, he then harshly sucked you, “ah! Fuck tommy” you bit your lip humming, trying to open them more. His tongue trailed down to your slit and entered, fucking you with it, the texture of his tongue rubbing against your walls, feeling so good, he brings up his fingers, taking his tongue out and replacing it with his fingers, so wet and warm, easy to slip in. “Mmm” he pressed on your clit with his tongue, harsh circles and quick sucks, shaking his head side to side your breathing became heavier, him fucking you faster and your hand going down, running your fingers through his hair, tugging as he moaned in you, “mm!” You moaned louder, his name spilling out your mouth as you released. He lapped up some of your come, wanting to leave the rest.

He left your heat, on his knees still he unbuckled his pants “did you know you taste so good?” He asked, pulling himself out, thick and a bit over circumcised, precum on his head, “please fuck me” you whined, one organism not enough. “I hear ya” his knees in between your legs, he pumped himself before placing it in you, not wasting time. “Fuck” he whispered, bottoming himself in you and pulling out, just to go inside again. His hand came behind the head of the seat, fucking himself deeper and snapping his hips “Tom!” “Yes baby?” “Mmm” “that’s what i like to hear” he smiled, mostly to himself, looking at your dazed state, your eyes filled with so many things. After getting comfy he started to speed up, your body rocking with his, you grab his arms, digging in his skin as he hissed and fucked you harder making you let out a harsh moan. “Like that?” He asked, getting close to your spot. “Fuck tommy yes, I love it- ah!” He hit your spot, noticing the differences you made he continued fucking that spot, taking both hands and putting them behind the head of the seat he slammed into you, harder, faster, fuck it’s everything you want, everything you need, the skin slapping on skin, him hitting your spot and looking at you like a goddess, he moaned as you clenched so close, so so close.

Until the door opened “what the fuck-“ zendaya said, you quickly covered your breasts, looking over and seeing her eyes wide, Jacob behind her just starring at both of you, Tom kinda pissed because he was just there. “So uhm, I’m kinda hungry but I guess I’ll just take like a Uber or something” Jacob cleared his throat, couldn’t see this any longer. “Can’t we just drive the limo and leave them back here?” Zendaya distantly asked, closing the door. “I thought you locked it!” You whipped your head at Thomas. “The keys are in my front pocket! I’m guessing you accidentally pressed the button with your thigh!” He whispered. “Me!?” “Yes you” “Thomas get up” “can you just ride me because I really want to cum right now” you sighed as you nodded, him flipping both of you over. You rode him until both of you came, pressing kisses on your neck the car started moving. “What is happening?” “WERE GOING TO BURGER KING BITCHES!” Zendaya let out ‘whoos’ and Jacob laughed. “How long were we out here?” “For a while” Tom nodded, a bump causing both of you to moan, you get off of him and grab baby wipes to clean both of you up, don’t worry there’s a window separator, they can’t see you.

“You don’t get your panties back, there mine now” he smiled at you while you tried to fix your hair and your makeup. “Here’s some fabreeze! Might want to open the window while your at it” Jacob opened the window, throwing fabreeze in the back and Tom opened the window, letting the sex air out as both of you were dazed kinda, breath still heavy.

[thewritingginger]

Valentine’s Day In

This is a bit late to say the least, I was hoping to post this on Valentine’s Day but school work had my ass occupied so for the past week I was going back and forth between school work and writing 😒 

Also I know I have a bajillion wips todo, a few of which are Valentine’s Day prompts 

bUt

I got a super cute fluffy idea for Valentine’s Day and the motivation came to me so I hope we can let it slide for now. Right?  😅

Anyways I hope you enjoy ~ Also I wrote this while listening to THIS, so if you want you can listen to it while you read as well :3

Fandom: Obey Me! Pairing: Satan x GN! Reader  Word Count:  2,866 words Warning(s): Cheesy, kinda rom-com-y, probably not perfect lol

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The forecast was said to be sunny with slight cloudiness. When you opened the window this morning the sky was indeed cloudy, but instead of sun it was matched with a downpour.

You and Satan had planned the whole day together.

Starting with a relaxing morning of talking and reading in eachothers arms. Then to go for a walk around town, window shopping till dinner time. But since it was stormy outside and you weren’t really in the mood to get dressed up to then get soaked.

But although going out wasn’t really an option anymore, you were still going to spend your day relaxing with Satan as you’ve already planned.

The agenda was already in motion as you and Satan started your day having breakfast together, followed by hanging out in his room reading and cuddling. When it came to be around noon you went to take a shower. Once you were out, your hair still damp, you headed back to Satan’s room. But when you knocked on his door and opened it, the room was empty.

“Hmm.” Since he wasn’t in his room, you went to the study. But came to find he wasn’t there either, infact, he wasn’t anywhere in the house. ‘Where the hell is he?’ Letting out a sigh, you headed back to your room and texted him.

Y/n: “Hey, where are you?”

Satan: “Sorry, something came up and I didn’t get a chance to tell you. I should be home in a couple hours. 💚

Closing your messages you sigh, falling onto the plush mattress of your bed.

Since Satan wouldn't be around for a while you spent your time doing some work. In the time waiting for him you finished up an assignment for class and tidied up your room a bit. Nothing too exciting but it beat just sitting around. While scrolling through Devilgram you got another message from the awaited demon.

Satan: “I’m probably gonna be another hour or so.”

Sitting up in bed, feeling a bit defeated, you leave to go downstairs. On your way down you ran into Beel and Belphie. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hey, Beel. Whatcha guys up to?”

“Nothing much, actually we wanted to see if you wanted to come hang out for a bit.”

Considering the request, you accept. “Sure, why not. Satan won't be home for a bit longer anyways.” You say, a bit sadder than you intended.

“Great! I got some new snacks I want you to try. Come on.” Beelzebub says with a smile, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

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It had been awhile since you’ve entered the twins room. The time was spent eating different treats and chatting. Feeling ready to leave you stood up, “Well I think Imma head out. I had a lot of fun with you guys but I don’t want to intrude anymore.”

“Wait!” Beel says. Belphegor sighs at his brother's outburst.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong.” Belphegor corrects. “It’s just that we don’t get to spend much time with you it seems. With you dating Satan and all, Beel just thought we could have you around a bit longer.”

You frown a bit. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just sit back down.”Belphie sighs, making you laugh.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Door’s open.” Beel hollars, not looking up  from the card game the three of you are playing. The door opens,

“There you are.” You turn towards the familiar voice to see the man you’ve been waiting for. “Sorry I kept you waiting.”

“You should be.” You sass.

“Mind if I take her from you guys?” Satan asks his brothers. They nod their heads, engrossed by their game. Putting your cards down you say your goodbyes to leave the room with Satan. Once the door is closed you smack his chest, causing him to laugh. “Woah, easy.”

“You know, you left me high and dry, right?” You cross your arms, brow raised.

“Yes, yes I did. Won’t you forgive me?” Placing his hands on your hips, he looks down at you with his gemstone eyes.

“Fine! But don’t think I’ll let it slide again.”

“I wouldn’t expect it.” He smiles, punctuating his sentence with a chased kiss.

Back at your bedroom, you walk in while Satan stays on the other side of the door. “Well, aren’t you gonna come in?” You say.

“Nope. That’s because I’m leaving you to get dressed.”

“Wait, why?” You asked, confused.

“You’ll just have to find out, won’t you.” He grins, “Now get dressed. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Before you can say anything else, he closed the door. And with that you spent the next hour getting ready.

Stepping in front of a mirror you take a look at your work. Wearing your best outfit, admiring how the rich green fabric accentuates your body perfectly. Your hair styled. Face fresh. Brushing the invisible wrinkles from your front you head to the stairs. From the top you see Satan standing at the bottom, dressed in his finest suit. His eyes light up when they land on you, a smile accompanying the starlight gaze.

Descending the staircase you take your time letting your eyes wander down his frame.  His hair is combed back, allowing a clear view of his shape features. His body’s adorned with a well fitted suit, the breast pocket housing a pocket square in his signature color. Trailing your vision down to where his hands join at his stomach. A bouquet of peonies resides between his palms.

Nearing the end of the staircase he extends his hand, guiding you down the last few steps. Standing before him he looks down at you, words yet to be spoken between you. Bringing your hand to his lips he places a kiss on your knuckles.

“You look perfect.” He confesses, almost in a whisper as if speaking to himself. “These are for you.” Offering your hands the flowers, he smiles.

Looking down at the bouquet you admire the layered petals in variants of blush pink. Taking a breath of the sweet smell you sigh. “They’re gorgeous, Satan. You didn’t have to get me any~.” You’re cut off by a strong arm taking yours.

“Of course I did. Every beautiful person deserves the small treasures of life.” His voice is like butter. The way each syllable rolls off his tongue effortlessly, always seeming to have an answer for everything.

“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.” He says with a wink.

Reaching the back of the house you are led to a door that leads into another study of sorts.

Upon opening the door you hear soft jazz and the fireplace crackling in the air. Looking around you see candles lit and flowers everywhere. A few vases of the same pink flowers in your hands scattered around the room and petals trailing a path through double-doors that lead to a patio area that has a full view of the lush garden with a pond. Outside under the covering you see a table set for two with more candles littered about. A bottle of wine and two glasses reside there waiting for you. Breathing in the smell of the earth mixed with the rain you sigh.

You’re speechless. The music. The setting. Him. It’s all perfect.

“Oh, Satan. This is… amazing. How~ When?” Your mind is racing.

“I’ve been working on it all day. Since we couldn’t go out for Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d bring it to us. Do you like it?” He asks, worried he might have done too much.

Placing your bouquet on the table, you turn around to wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him in for a kiss.

Pulling back you gaze into his eyes, your fingers gently raking through his golden locks. “I love it.” Satan smiles, relieved. ”So, I’m guessing that’s why Beel and Belphie asked me to hang out. You just needed a distraction, and here I thought they actually missed me.”

“Well, truthfully, I did ask them to make sure you didn’t come downstairs. Though, what they did to accomplish that I had no part in. But enough about that, please ~.” Satan says, gesturing at the quaint table. “Would you like to sit down?” Satan asks, pulling out your chair. Accepting his invitation you sit down. His fingers linger awhile after  pushing you in, as he makes his way to the other side of the table. Handing you a glass of wine he poured, your fingers hold his for a moment before separating once again. “You’re not cold are you?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m fine.” You were definitely more than fine, you actually began to feel a bit warm. The way his eyes look over you. Unable to read what he must be thinking. Your guesses and wishes of what those thoughts may be only made you warmer. Shaking yourself from those thoughts you relax into your chair.

Sitting in comfortable silence. The music playing, lulls you into a trance. Sipping your wine you sway to the mellow notes. You don't notice right away how Satan is watching you. His chin propped on his hand, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. When you see him eyeing you, you sit up straight and laugh a bit. You feel your cheeks heat up slightly. 

Getting up, Satan offers you his hand once again.

“Won't you dance with me?”

“Of course.” You say, taking his hand.

Standing in the middle of the covered area, your left hand enclosed in his as your right rests on his shoulder. His strong arm wraps around your back holding you close. Swaying to the notes playing in the air, you rest your head on his chest. Breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk. His cheek rests upon your head, pressing a gentle kiss in your hair.

Looking up, your eyes meet, foreheads touching. His eyes alone are enough to speak a thousand words for him. They tell you everything he doesn’t.

They compliment you. Say how much they adore you. They say, ‘I need you!’

In this silent conversation your free hand moves to cup his cheek. The sweet touch makes him sigh into you. Reachin up he holds your wrist to kiss your palm. His eyes, never leaving yours. You can’t help the giggle that leaves your throat. The sweet yet sensual motion creates butterflies in your stomach.

Releasing you, allowing your hand to resume its place on his shoulder as his, goes to rest on your hip.

“You know I love you, right?” He says. A flirtatious glint in his eye.

“Well of course you do. It’s only natural.” You say playfully making him laugh. His toothy grin makes your heart flutter.

“Is that so? Then tell me Y/n, what else is ‘only natural’?”

Your breath gets caught in your throat for a moment. No matter how long you’ve been together he still somehow manages to make you flustered and giddy. Biting your lip in thought, you smile.

“Well, ignoring the fact you’re a demon and I’m a human.” You start. Pulling another low chuckle from the blonde. “I’d say, this moment and every other moment shared between us is. Being with you, whether in sweatpants on your bed or dressed up like we are now, every minute spent with you is perfect.”

“So you’re telling me I didn’t have to do all this then? I wished you told me sooner, it would’ve saved me a lot of time” He says with a chuckle and slapping his shoulder only made him laugh harder. But you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“You think you’re so funny, huh?”

“Well I’d like to think I’m quite humorous” He says, pulling your waist into his. Leaning down for a kiss but you pull away.

“Is that so? Then prove it.”

He studies your challenging eyes. Kissing his teeth he accepts your jab. “Ok. Then how do you suspect I’ll do that?”

“Hmm.” You look to the side, pondering the question. Then an idea popped in your head. “Ok Mr. Humorous, why don’t you prove to me just how fun you can be by jumping into the pond.” You say, holding back a smile. Seeing him process your request, you are about to laugh when you see him beginning to take off his blazer. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m doing as you asked.” He says with a smirk.

You watch him remove his blazer and button up, followed by his shoes and socks. Standing straight in all his shirtless glory you take a moment to appreciate his physique. His smooth skin stretched over toned muscles. The flexing of his arm as he moves to sweep his hair back to look at you.

“What are you waiting for? Take off your shoes, unless you want to get them dirty.” He says. You let out a hum as his words shake you from your thoughts. He laughs, as if knowing what had you distracted. “You didn’t really think I’d be walking out there alone did you? I expect you to help me out since you’re the reason I’m going to be in there.”

“Fine. But only if I get to push you in.” You say taking off your shoes. He smiles at your requirement.

“Fine by me.”

Holding your jacket over your head to shield yourself from the rain as much as possible you and Satan begin to walk across the grass.

At the pond Satan turns to you, “So are you gonna push me in or do I have to jump in?” Laughing at his question but mostly at his appearance. Already drenched without stepping a single foot into the water.

“Oh I’m gonna push you in.” You say. Inching to the edge of the pond, ready to push Satan in. When your hands make contact with his hot skin a hand wraps around your wrist and before you knew it you were going down with him.

Splashing into the water you come up gasping at the frigid temperature. “Satan!” You say splashing water in his face. All you can hear is the rain and the hearty laugh coming from the demon’s chest. Slicking your hair out of your face you look at the man still laughing. “It’s not funny!” Though despite your words you couldn’t suppress the laugh that comes out of your mouth as well.

“It’s pretty funny if you ask me.”

“That was not part of the deal.”

“Well actually, our deal was you get to push me in. Nowhere in that agreement did we state I couldn’t pull you in with me.” He says, stepping closer to you. His strong arms holding you close edging away the cold around you.

“Well remind me next time to cover all bases because that was cheap and you know it.”

“They don’t call me a demon for nothing.” He says. His voice low, a small smirk playing his lips. Droplets of water fall from the loose strands of hair around his face.

“You look like a wet dog.” You say, pushing his wet hair back.

“I think we both do but that doesn’t matter, right? What was it you said earlier? No matter where we are, as long as we are together, it's perfect? Well to that I couldn’t agree more.” His words make you smile, warmth fills your chest. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in. Once your lips touch the arms around your body tightens, lifting you up. Encircling your legs around his waist your kiss deepens. Your tongues dancing with one another. The taste and feeling of him sends electricity through you. Your fingers coil in his wet locks. Everything around you faded away. You couldn’t feel the rain or hear the music playing in the house anymore. Your senses are completely consumed by him. His touch. His smell. Everything. You wanted it all. You couldn’t care less where you were at this moment. You’d sooner let yourself drown in the water around you than let go of him. How can one person have such an affect on you?

Pulling away, both catching your breaths, your foreheads resting against each other. Though separated, the heat between you two is ever-present. His large hand cradles your cheek, keeping you close. His eyes shut for a moment to collect himself before looking back to you. His gaze is softer than before,

“I love you more than you know. Thank you for being mine.” Your chest swells. Stocking his cheek you kiss his lips once more.

“You don’t need to thank me, Satan. But I will ask you to warn me next time you decide to throw me in water.” You tease, but you both know you don’t really mind how things turned out.

“Let’s go back inside and warm up by the fire.” He smirks.

“I’d love that.”

Satan carried you back to the study where the rest of the night was spent by the fire where many more heated touches were shared. Maybe getting soaked in the rain wasn’t so bad after all.

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But I hope you enjoyed this somewhat. I know it’s not perfect but I still think it’s pretty cute. Cheesy ... but cute :3

I hope you had a good Valentines day with your 2D or 3D baes.

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egg’s digestible guide for attainable rides: cyberpunk 2077

(cheap to mad expensive) post then later a (free quest cars) post

Car Model >  €$ (Fixer). All details about each are my own experience. Location of vehicle by district and waypoint.

(Reminder that if you’re short on eddies you can do Gigs, Sidequests, and “Assault in Progress” mini quests to get rich and level up.)

1. Thorton Galena G240 > €$ 13,000 (Regina)

Rusty hunk of junk but functional, especially after your car gets bodied in the beginning of Act 2. Located in the garage of your apartment building.

2. Makigai MaiMai P126 >  €$ 14,000 (Wakako)

Small. Super fucking small but decent and could turn into a red bullet on the highway at the cost of absolutely no control on your turns. Located in the southern part of Charter Hill, Westbrook sitting neatly in a small parking lot.

3. Mahir Supron FS3 >  €$ 16,000 (Reyes)

Sort of van type situation but compact. Cheap and definitely made of plastic. Like it says that in the lore. Located East from Hargreaves St waypoint in Arroyo.

4. Chevillon Thrax 388 Jefferson >  €$ 17,000 (Padre)

It’s a smooth ride, I’ll give Padre that. Long in length and takes years to turn with but it’s not made for street racing so it’s still decent for traffic and looking like a corpo. Located directly South of the Pumping Station waypoint in Wellsprings.

5. Villefort Columbus V340-F Freight >  €$ 19,000 (Dino)

Another van-type situation with plenty of seating. Could drive your kids to soccer with this one and get there in one piece. Average vehicle overall but can go 210mph if needed. Located SouthWest of the Downtown Central waypoint and sitting in a parking lot.

6. Thorton Galena “Gecko” >  €$ 21,000 (Dakota)

Found in the Badlands this is a great choice for rocky roads at 100mph. Go crazy and go stupid outside the city with this bad boy. Shred rubber and whatnot. Be wary of turns and speed in rocky areas as you can make as much airtime as a dirtbike on a ramp! Located SouthWest of the Old Turbines waypoint in the Eastern Badlands.

This is where Street Cred Level will come into play along with your pocket full of eddies:

(cred = streetcred level)

7. Kaiba Kusanagi CT-3X >  €$ 22,000 > 12 cred (Wakako)

Right after Jackie’s Arch, this is my favorite ride in the game. She’s sleek, perfect for bypassing traffic, and very well-designed. Located in an abandoned parking lot in Japantown, Westbrook directly NorthEast of the Skyline and Salinas waypoint.

8. Archer Quartz EC-L R275 > €$ 29,000 > 12 cred (Regina)

Another great set of wheels for burning rubber and kicking up sand in the Badlands, if you have the eddies for it. Located South of the Offshore St waypoint in Northside and immediately next to a Neutralize the Perps mini quest.

9. Chevillon Emperor 620 Ragnar >  €$ 32,000 > 12 cred (Dino)

First of the heavy duty SUV you acquire at 30k eddies. Didn’t drive this one very much since I’m a small and sleek kinda dude but if you need to ram a taxi or show off to your video game girlfriend your chunky ride, here is the car for you. Located in Corpo Plaza SouthWest of Arasaka Tower waypoint or NorthWest of Reconciliation Park waypoint.

10. Villefort Cortes V5000 Valor >  €$ 37,000 > 12 cred (Padre)

If you want to look like an asshole you can check this one out. Pretty much a bougie limosine type situation. Long car so long turns my guy. Located in Wellsprings, Heywood sitting in a parking lot West of Berkeley & Bay waypoint. 11. Thorton Colby C240T (aka Thorton Colby C125) >  €$ 39,000 > 20 cred (Regina)

Vehicles to pick up your gf/bf and go to a drive-in theater with? This one. Smooth ride with plenty of seating to do you know what at said drive-in theater definitely not watching Bushido 3. Located Northside, Westbrook South of the Docks waypoint in a small parking lot in front of the Ded Zed clothing store.

12. Thorton Colby CX410 Butte (Green) >  €$ 43,000 > 12 cred (Reyes)

Imma be honest... I’m a slut for Thorton car models. This one is straight up satisfying to my ears and eyes. Located in the parking lot of PieZ waypoint in Rancho Coronado, Santo Domingo.

13. Thorton Colby “Little Mule” >  €$ 49,000 > 12 cred (Dakota)

Truckin and fuckin around the Badlands? This is definitely the car for you!  Located near the Sunset Motel parking lot in the Eastern Badlands.

14. Quadra Type-66 Avenger >  €$ 55,000 > 20 cred (Dino)

Remember those Need for Speed games? No? Well imagine it for a second and look at this preem ride. Got that image in your mind? Now look at your wallet. Located West of Metro: Republic Way waypoint tucked under the Empathy club building.

15. Quadra Type-66 “Jen Rowley” (aka Quadra Type-66 640 TS)  >  €$ 58,000 > 20 cred (Reyes)

If you haven’t noticed, Quadra Type-66 are very good at designing cars that make you look like you shred these streets since you were a babe. Like, Baby from Baby Driver would fuck this ride up, you know it choom. Located West of Kendal Park waypoint in Rancho Coronado, no more than 2-minute walk away.

16. Villefort Alvarado V4F 570 Delegate >  €$ 62,000 > 20 cred (Padre)

Another Limo! I’ll be honest, six wheels on a car this low is crazy but Villefort always finds a way. This is the ride you’d drive to your corpo apartment to go pick up your corpo wife so you can take your corpo ride to a nearby corpo restaurant and only drink Spunky Monkey in a wine bottle. Located directly West of the Palms View Way waypoint in The Glen.

17. Herrera Outlaw GTS >  €$ 62,000 > 30 cred (Dino)

Limousine type body but god damn if it ain’t gorgeous to look at. A real sexy piece of wheels, this one. Located in Corpo Plaza, North of Ring Road waypoint. 

18. Quadra Type-66 “Javelina” >  €$ 73,000 > 30 cred (Dakota)

God am I a fan of rides that pick up hefts of sand and dirt? Yeah, I am. Do I love how this car looks? Absolutely. As a Nomad V, is this one of the sexiest rides you can get? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY. Located in Southern Badlands near the Protein Farm waypoint.

19. Mizutani Shion MZ2 >  €$ 75,000 > 30 cred (Regina)

Not gonna lie, this is the car that occupies my headspace every time I boot up Cyberpunk. Maybe it’s the name, maybe it’s the design, maybe it’s the car I would take to my honeymoon, idk. Located in the same garage as the Thorton Galena in Little China, Watson.

20. Quadra Type-66 “Cthulhu” >  €$ 76,000 > No cred requirement (Regina or Sampson)

Condition to receive for free: Sparing Samson in “The Beast In Me” side quest

Okay other than Beast which is a chonky beast this one is a very speedy beast with classic racecar features but bulky armor. The wiki literally says this ride has 666 horsepower so you KNOW this shit is gonna slap as soon as you get in and hear that engine, dawg.  Can be found in Little China, Watson in Megabuilding H10.

21. Brennan Apollo >  €$ 94,000 > 30 cred (Padre)

If you thought Jackie’s ARCH and the Yaiba Kusanagi was sexy boy you will not be disappointed. Smaller and more compact but a speedy on the highways and countryside. Side Effect is you’ll look like the coolest pizza delivery driver in Night City. Located in Vista Del Ray, Heywood a short walk away East of Delamain HQ waypoint. 22. Mizutani Shion “Coyote” >  €$ 115,000 > 20 cred (Dakota)

... Look at her. Just... just look at her. Look at those wheels, that build, the spoiler, look at her! I would own so many Hot Wheels and have her in a display case alright. Like, you know what you’re signing up for at 100k eddies for Dakota. Like this car that was originally used for scooting around the city was LITERALLY modded for the Badlands. As a Nomad this is a must-have. Located in the Eastern Badlands, North of the Sunshine Motel waypoint.

23. Thorton Mackinaw MTL1 >  €$ 128,000 > 30 cred (Reyes)

The most SUV that ever SUV’ed in Night City. Reyes calls you for this one and shit, it’s new, it’s spotless, it’s a shiny new car, and trouncing down Badlands, the streets of Kabuki, Pacifica, name it. This beaut does go maximum of around 150mph but with how big this bad boy is, it can charge through the highways but be wary of how you turn corners! Located around the block from the Red Dirt Bar waypoint to the East in Arroyo, Santo Domingo.

24. Quadra Turbo-R 740 >  €$ 129,000 > 30 cred (Wakako)

TURBO-TASTIC ride. Again, of racecar design, you can almost smell the 1980s nostalgia from the picture alone. Located in the Dynalar building/waypoint in Charter Hill, Westbrook.

25. ARCH Nazaré >  €$ 138,000 > 40 cred (Wakako)

Writing this guide up to this point I have discovered that Old Lady Wakako knows what “fucking nova” means because all the cars she offers are fucking bangers so of COURSE she would offer an ARCH bike like this bumblebee badboy. You can see all the fun bits in and around the bike to know what you’re getting into so expect some hella smooth sailing. Located on the way TO the Drive-In Theatre in the lot of the Gig: A Shrine Defiled. South of Drive-in Theatre, North Oak, Westbrook.

26. Rayfield Caliburn (White) >  €$ 157,000 > 40 cred (Dino)

Dino actually coming in clutch with this last call for vehicles he offers. Like, I had to look up what “hypercar” meant to logistically know how hype this car makes me every time I hit the gas. At high speeds the engines purr like a cat, which is a whole other satisfying experience after driving hunks of junk. Located West of the Corporation St. waypoint in Downtown, City Center.

27. Rayfield Aerondight S9 “Guinevere” >  €$ 225,000 > 50 cred (Wakako)

Um... so... this is- this is the last car from Wakako. I haven’t even gotten to the point of being able to afford this... this... work of art. I can only imagine, with the Rayfield brand, that it’s better than the Caliburn. Which I don’t even think that’s possible but once I buy it I’ll let you know. Located North of the Columbariam or directly West of the North Oak Sign waypoints in North Oak, Westbrook.

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Spin the Bottle

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Summary: Peggy finds out Steve’s type. Y/N admits her one weakness.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: swearing

A/N: yeah ok it’s a series then  

Here’s Bet? and here’s I Dare You; you can read them in whichever order you want, the timeline is irrelevant ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The first thing Steve sees when he enters the living room is the tv turned on to a Ted Bundy documentary. He doesn’t have to go around the room to know that Y/N is currently laying on the couch, and he’s even less surprised to see Bucky’s top bun peeking over it.

“Didn’t you already watch this one?” He asks while he takes Peggy’s coat and hangs it next to his own.

“That was the movie with Zac Efron, you uncultured swine.” Y/N grumbles from her spot, head in Bucky’s lap while he’s brushing her hair absentmindedly.

Peggy walks into the kitchen after greeting the two. Neither of them pays too much attention to her, and when Steve walks in after her, he can see the small smile on her face. Placing his arms around her body, he rests his chin on her shoulder, as she looks through the cabinet for wine glasses.

“What’re you smiling at?” He murmurs in her hair.

“Nothing in particular. It’s just fascinating to watch those two.” She hands him four glasses and proceeds to look for a corkscrew. “I can’t believe they don’t realise how much they love each other.”

“Oh, they know.” Steve laughs, as he takes the bottle of wine out of the fridge. “They just think they’re friends.”

“You mean nothing ever happened between them?” Peggy raises an eyebrow, attention turned to taking out the food from takeout boxes and placing it onto plates. “Not even a tiny kiss?”

“Does spin the bottle count?”

“You did not play spin the bottle.” Peggy laughs, stopping in her tracks. “What are you? Twelve?”

“Oh, you have no idea how many stupid games we’ve played either because those two have the weirdest sense of humour or just because Sam and Y/N like to mess with each other.”

Peggy makes Steve promise he’ll tell her the highlights of these games before they take the food and the wine to the living room. She smiles as she follows him with a fondness that doesn’t go unnoticed by either Y/N or Bucky, but neither comments on it, as they stand from their respective places to dig in. They content themselves with watching the couple from their corners of their eyes, excited by their budding romance. They don’t, however, realise that Peggy and Steve are actually mirroring their own cuddling position when they sit on the armchair together with their glasses of wine.

“Ok, I wasn’t going to comment on it.” Y/N starts, mouth full of noodles. “But I would like you two to be my parents. Please! I haven’t been this well fed and looked after since my sister moved out to get married to that doofus.”

“I didn’t know you don’t like your brother-in-law.” Steve says confused.

“Don’t be fooled, bud.” Bucky laughs. “She loves David. She’s just bitter she doesn’t have her sister to clean after her and not let her starve anymore.”

“Well, considering you’re here nearly all the time, I wouldn’t say you need to worry about that.”

“Uh, excuse me. That is exactly why I’m here all the time, so I don’t have to be alone in that itty bitty apartment.”

Chopsticks raised in defiance towards Steve, Y/N turns towards Bucky while eyeing his plate. He looks at her for a second and with a sigh, feeds her one of his spring rolls. Peggy giggles softly, but only Steve hears it which earns her a shake of his head.

“Idiots.” He mouths with a shrug.

“So what’s this spin the bottle I’ve been hearing about?” Steve’s head whips towards his girlfriend, but there’s a mischievous grin on her face that he’s only ever seen on Nat whenever she likes to poke fun at Y/N.

“What about it?” Bucky replies, completely oblivious, as he takes Y/N’s empty plate and places it on top of his on the coffee table.

They both resume their places on the sofa, Y/N cuddling under his shoulder, his arm easily going over her arm, pulling her closer. Peggy has only been part of their group for a short amount of time, having been introduced to Steve’s friends months after they started dating, so the friendship between Y/N and Bucky is still baffling to her. Having been reassured time and again that it’s only typical to those two, and not any other member of the group, she can’t for the life of her understand exactly how they function or how every single one of them can act as if it’s normal. She guesses it wouldn’t be that hard, however, when you get used to it.

“Anyone I should feel threatened by?” She laughs, amused by Steve’s horrified expression.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns, a finger raised in Y/N’s direction as a smirk appears on her face.

“Oh, babe. Peggy, my love, you surely already know Stevie here likes brunettes. Tall, muscular and rugged, to be more precise.”

A cushion lands on her face, before she can go on with her little spiel. Bucky takes it and throws it back at Steve, fast enough so she can’t retaliate.

Peggy turns in her boyfriend’s arms, laughing at how beet red he is now. “Is that so?”

“You’re one to talk!” He splutters after his head turns from Peggy to Y/N.

“Hey, I only like to kiss people whose hair is so glorious it makes me weep.”

“Is that why you kissed Nat so many times?” Bucky chuckles.

“Duh.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

“And here I was thinking you were talking about Bucky.” Peggy comments with a well-crafted innocence.

Y/N shifts in her place, gaze following the line of Bucky’s jaw, then that of his nose, his eyes that are trained on her, to his hair. She ponders for a second, as if only now inspecting his hair for the first time, before she pulls on the elastic band, letting his strands fall onto his face. A hand brushes through them, grabbing at the ends and tugging once.

“Yeah.” She replies with a grumble. “The fucker does have amazing hair.”

“You either stop that or I’m going to cut it.” He warns, as she starts pulling again.

“No!” She gasps. “You wouldn’t dare hurt me in such a cruel way.”

“Then stop being a dick.” Bucky kisses her forehead, while he lowers her hand back onto his chest. “At least now I know what scares you.”

“Bitch, you can’t use my one weakness against me like that.”

“Y/N, the entirety of Bucky is your goddamned weakness.” Steve laughs.

“He’s the love of my life, of course he’s my weakness.”

Y/N raises a hand in confusion, as if he’s just stated that water is wet. Bucky just nods his head in agreement, showing that he shares the sentiment exactly, to which Steve just rolls his eyes. Peggy stops in the middle of raising her glass to her lips. She is dumbfounded – this whole friendship makes completely no sense to her. Steve will later tell her not to worry, it doesn’t make sense to anyone either.

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[irondad-not-ironsad]

A little late, but here are the notes I took during my first listen to the red vault tracks (yes I listened to ten minute all too well first), if this seems rambly and nonsensical it’s because I was taking them in real time and progressively becoming more wine drunk throughout 😂

ATW 10 minute

THE INTRO IS DIFFERENTTTTTTTT

IMMACULATE VIBES OMGGGGGGG

ITS SO DIFERENT AND THERE HAVENT EVEN BEEN NEW WORDS YETTT

EVEN THE ORIGINAL LYRICS SOUND DIFFERENT

big pop vibes I love it

SHE SAID FUCK

HE NEVER SAID I LOVE YOU

JAKE HAD COMMITMENT ISSUES

SHIT

IM GOING TO LISTEM TO THAT BIT AGAIN RN

HITTING TO HARD TAYLOR

SHIIIIIIIIIT

SHES COMING FOR HIS THROAT

SHIT SHE CAME FOR HIS PREDATORY ASS

maturity is seeing how back them she cut all the lyrics referring to the game gap but now she’s grown and is unashamed to call out his bullshit

This long outro gives me “I promised ten minutes so I gotta stretch this” vibes but I love it

Second listen time

Starting with this was a mistake because now I can’t bring myself to stop looping it

This is my new favorite thing ever this is all ok gonna talk about for weeks

“Anytime now he’s gonna say it’s love, you never called it what it was” I needed to hear that

YOU KEPT ME LIKE A SECRET BUT I KEPT YOU LIKE AN OATH GIRLLLLLLLL

They say all’s well that ends well what the fuckkkkk

“If we had been closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine” Taylor I’m so sorry girl he didn’t deserve you

“It’s supposed to be fun turning 21” go off papa swift

Ronan

Not gonna give to much commentary here but it’s beautiful and devastating and I’m sobbing

(Also my roommate doesn’t understand Ronan and she’s listening in album order so she doesn’t get why I’m crying)

Better Man

Amazing vibes from the intro

SHE SOUNDS SOOOOO GOOD

whole different lens hearing jake songs post ten minute all too well

Nothing new

Confession I’ve never heard a phoebe bridgers song beg for so I’m hyped and hoping she has a verse

Oh noooooo right off the bat huh

Ugh I wanna hug 22 year old Taylor

Is this phoebe?!

I LOVE HER VOICE

This is perfection

I think this is my favorite kind of musical vibes

Okay but 9 years later and Taylor is still thriving I wish 22 year old Taylor could see her now

BABE

it’s so pop but it’s a much needed break from sobbing I hope?

I heard her sing this live on rep tour but this is so different

Im dancing like it’s still sad but it’s a sad bop

How was she so brilliant in her early twenties? Like I’m around the age she was then and I couldn’t imagine being this genius

THE BRIDGE IS IMMACULATE

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

1989 vibes

was not expecting it to be this POP I love it

I just wanna dance to this at a club

Like ultimate early 2010s pop vibes

This is enchanted but more upbeat and pop I can’t explain it just is

Like big “we’re not officially a thing but I could really see this going somewhere and it scares me and thrills me all at once”

I Bet You Think of Me

Is this country/folksy vibes I detect?

Love the storytelling spoken singing vibes

I FUCKING LOVE THIS IS THAT A FUCKING HARMONICA OOOOO

her talking about his snooty friends reminds me of the academic snobs in my philosophy classes

I love the yeehaw vibes juxtaposed with criticizing there snobbiness

FUCK JAKE GYLLENHAL GO FOR HIS THROAT GIRLLLLLLL

Imagine thinking Taylor swift wasn’t good enough for you

“When you say oh my god she’s insane she wrote a song about me” I love this

Also not Chris only getting backing vocals, iconic

This is red’s mr perfectly fine

Forever Winter

I’m scared

Love this intro but I know imma cry

This is speak now meets evermore

Okay lyrics reminding me of renegade

The naivety of thinking you can fix a guy is beautifully captured here

Wait is this song about trying to stop someone from commenting suicide?

If so this is a whole new layer of devastating

Run

1234 I LOVE

was not expecting this to be slow

But I’m in love with it

Is this a love song? Awwww

About a hidden relationship it seems

Don’t come for me but I like this more than everything has changed

This is adorable

Oh no sadness in the bridge

Ok I loved that

The Very First Night

Immediately speak now vibes which I love

Ooh that bass

Okay pop vibes now

1989 is that you?

This went from speak now to red to 1989 in less than a minute

Iconic

Not at all what i expected but I am obsessed

GORGEOUSSSSSSS