#soft shell tacos

[antvnger]

#hardshelltacosforever

- Scott Lang

[drinksss]

fish tacos

[mmphmmphmrf]

Pyro! Opinion on Mexican food? [holding up a taco, a REAL TACO NOT A HARD SHELLED TACO WE EAT REAL FOOD IN THIS HOUSE🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥📢

OoOo! Hudda Hudda huh! ❤️❤️👍👍🔥🔥

Uh-huh!

[mylifeisweirdok]

Y'all there's a Mexican restaurant in my town in a building that used to be an old bank. They turned it into a drive thru and never have I been so thankful I would get on my hands n knees for whoever thought of a drive thru Mexican place

[rabbitcruiser]

National Taco Day 

Have a taco party with friends, go to a Mexican restaurant, or hit up a taco stand for one of the world’s most beloved and time-honored cuisines.

Tacos are the Mexican equivalent of a sandwich. Instead of bread, a hard or soft tortilla is wrapped or folded around a spicy filling. But, also, in essence, these little folded pockets of goodness are so much more than just a sandwich!

And this is the day to find out why. Because it’s National Taco Day!

History of National Taco Day

It is not known exactly when this tasty food originated, but tacos themselves seem to have been around for a long time. They were first referenced by their current name at the end of the 19th century, but the conquistador Cortez mentioned a meal prepared with tortillas as far back as 1520!

Back in those days, this would have been referring to a type of soft wheat or corn tortillas. Hard taco shells are a much more recent innovation. Of course, as Americans got their hands on this delicious food, it has evolved, morphed, and grown into something that is less of a food and more of an institution! And that’s why National Taco Day was created. To celebrate the grand institution of the taco.

While some people may find themselves celebrating this tasty Mexican dish every week on Taco Tuesday, this is a special National Taco Day that only comes around once a year. So get ready to celebrate and enjoy the beauty and flavor of the taco!

How to Celebrate National Taco Day

Enjoying National Taco Day is super easy with all kinds of options that involve making, eating and celebrating everything that has to do with the taco! Try these ideas out for inspiration:

Go Out to a Mexican Restaurant

And this isn’t referring to Taco Bell. On this day, it is important to find the most authentic, genuinely Mexican establishment possible. Preferably this will be a locally owned and operated restaurant, hopefully with a cook who truly has some Mexican roots!

The tacos at a truly authentic Mexican restaurant will be different from what might be found at an Americanized joint. These genuine tacos will be made with soft corn tortillas (not deep-fried or baked) that are filled with meat.

The meat options will typically be “pollo”, which is chicken, “pastor” which is pork, or “barbacoa” which is usually made with beef. No ground beef here! The meat will have been slow-cooked to perfection in spices that bring the flavor all throughout.

On top of the meat will be a selection of toppings, such as onions, cilantro, pico de gallo, or even sliced radishes or cucumbers. And they absolutely must be served with lime to be freshly squeezed over them just before eating. Delicious!

Throw a Taco Party with Friends

Taco day is often celebrated by having taco parties for friends. Of course, the main activity and one of these parties AND the food would all be the same thing: Tacos! Making them and eating them is all part of the fun.

There are many possible combinations when it comes to making tacos–whether at home alone or at a party. Start with a base filling of beef, chicken, fish, seafood, beans, or vegetables, and then mix and match preferred toppings.

For additional flavors, try a favorite combination of sour cream, guacamole, lettuce, chopped tomato, onion, salsa, pico de gallo and cheese for a tasty treat that’s great for sharing.

Try a Unique Take on Tacos

While most people have a basic idea of what a taco would normally be like, the sky’s the limit when it comes to getting creative with this form of cuisine! As long as it comes in a little pocket, almost anything can become a taco. Try out these unique taco recipes to insert a bit more pizazz into National Taco Day:

Hawaiian Huli Huli Chicken Tacos. Taking it from south of the border to over in the pacific, this fusion taco recipe is amazing. Huli Huli is a kind of chicken that is grilled over mesquite barbeque and basted with pineapple juice, soy sauce and fresh ginger. Add a salsa made from pineapple, mango and avocado, and this taco is absolutely to die for.

Shrimp Tacos with Mango Habanero Salsa. The heat of the habanero pepper combines with the fruity sweetness of the mango to create a balance that will bring tears to the eyes. Plus, simmering red onions in a bit of vinegar creates a pickled flavor that brings everything together.

Chicken Cabbage Potato Tacos with Apple Pico de Gallo. Another rather unique one, this one pulls in those random ingredients left in the kitchen and makes them into something absolutely wonderful.

Irish Guiness Tacos. Where would the Irish be without their beer? The pork in this taco is braised with Guiness, bringing out the deep flavors. Add a bit of lime zest and some crema, and this Irish/Mexican fusion is ready to go.

Finish Things Off with Dessert Tacos

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with adding a little sweetness to the end of a meal. People have used all kinds of different ingredients to morph this dish into something dessert-worthy.

Consider these delicious ideas for dessert tacos:

Apple Pie Tacos. Take an all-American dessert like Apple Pie and put it in a Mexican taco? Yes, please! Regular flour tortillas are deep fried into a taco shape and then dipped in a cinnamon sugar concoction. Fill them with apple pie filling and top with a scoop of vanilla or cinnamon ice cream.

Brown Butter Crepe Choco Tacos. Turn those crepes (made with browned butter) into taco shells by draping them over a taco rack. Allow to cool and fill them with all kinds of deliciousness, such as chocolate ice cream and nutella.

Sugar Cookie Fruit Tacos. Folded just slightly, large sugar cookies make the perfect “shell” for a dessert taco. Add chopped fruit, such as strawberries and kiwi, and top with sweetened whipped cream. This is a delightful summer treat!

Waffle Cone Choco Tacos. Make mini waffles into taco shapes instead of cones. Fill with homemade ice cream or frozen custard, and dip into chocolate. Freeze for 20-30 minutes before serving.

Find National Taco Day Discounts and Deals

Depending on the location, some Mexican themed restaurants may be putting out some special deals in honor of National Taco Day. Although they can change every year, here are some places that have offered deals for past National Taco Days:

Taco John’s. This American chain with more than 400 restaurants in 23 states, has been known to give away one free beef taco (crispy or soft shell) to those who have a coupon–which has been sent out on Twitter in previous years.

Del Taco. WIth more than 600 locations in the southern and western United States, this chain has been known to offer BOGO (Buy One, Get One Free) on various taco platters in celebration of the day.

On the Border. Sick of fast food? This chain offers sit-down service but still has been known to sponsor 50 cent tacos for National Taco Day.

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[oh-gh0st]

what's your opinion on water bears . do you like any animals from the cambrian era ? :3

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH <33 i love the little guys!! if i were to be more specific id probably say my favs are the marrella and the anomalocaris :333

[wellnesscard]

the ipa to reinstalling doordash app and spending 50$ on tacobell pipeline

[gleraa-blog]

[apeshit]

i packed myself a really good lunch with food i like a lot and a lot of it because i need to drive 2 hours tomorrow right after work and i need to be full and not get like i was yesterday because that was so scary .

[killbaned]

fucking woke up at ten because my back was all twisty and couldn't get back to fucking sleep so i only got like five hours of sleep last night. i'm fucking mad about it. i only ate half that pizza last night bc i didn't wanna stuff myself and wasn't as hungry as i thought but i guess eating at all WAS a bad idea.

[dawnedon]

“I am so hungover. I need Taco Bell. Anyone want anything??”

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 17] || [Chapter 19]

Pairing: Soap x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Soap is cute.

Chapter 18: Picnic

It’s 11 A.M. on Sunday when you wake up to your phone ringing. Normally you wouldn’t sleep in so late, but it’s a Sunday and you’ve got no plans, so you’re tucked into bed, lightly dozing off and feeling comfortable.

You roll over and hiss at the cold sheets next to you before you grab your phone from the charger and take it to your ear without looking at the Caller ID.

Clearing your throat, you greet a rough: “Hello…?” and rub your eyes. 

“Oh, someone’s sleepy, huh?” Johnny asks from the other end. “Did I wake ye, sweetheart?” He asks you, amused.

“Yeah… What time is it..?” You ask as you roll back to the warm side of your bed.

“11 A.M..” He tells you with a chuckle. “I’m bored and alone… You mind if I come over?” He asks you.

“Sure…” You reply softly. “Just give me like… 20 minutes to get ready…” You tell him,

“About that…” Johnny replies and then you hear your doorbell ringing through your flat. “I’m downstairs.” He chuckles on the other end of the line.

“Johnny!” You groan. “You can’t show up unannounced like this! The flat’s a mess and I’m not dressed! I need to shower ans all…” You trail off.

“It’s not ‘unannounced’, I called you to announce myself!” He replies and, by the tone of his voice, you know he has a smile on his lips. 

“Besides, I don’t mind if you shower… Hell, I’ll join ye.” He says with a mischievous chuckle. “Get you all lathered up in the shower, soapy skin and all, hm?” He continues.

“You know what?” You say as you snuggle into the blankets. “No.” You say directly. “You’re going to stay down there while I get ready.” You tell him.

“Wha-?” He asks in surprise with a gasp. “But… It’s pishin’ out here.” He tells you.

You turn to look out your bedroom window and sigh at the sight of the cloudy grey skies and rain hitting the panes.

“Well, tough luck! I’m not dressed so I’m not letting you in yet.” You reply. “Hope you’ve got an umbrella.”

“I’ve brought food, mo leannan, it’s going to get cold!” He announces.

“Goddamn you.” You grumble as you toss back the blankets and get up, rushing across the flat to buzz him in at the intercom.

“Thanks!” He adds as he hangs up the call. 

-

“You know, most people would say thank you for getting to have warm food picked up by their boyfriend and spend an afternoon being lazy and having a picnic in the living room.” Soap quips and nudges you with his elbow while watching you eat the soft shell taco he bought you.

You’re sitting on the floor across from each other, using the coffee table to hold your meal and drinks. You’ve noticed that you barely use your actual dining table for what it’s designed… Especially since the boys entered your life.

Johnny sits across from you wearing a pair of navy joggers that cling onto his bulky thighs way too much, and a grey Henley shirt that clings to every muscle of his arms and torso and leaves his collarbone exposed, since the buttons aren't done up.

“Excuse me?” You retort. “A) You’re not my boyfriend,” You begin to say as Soap quips “Yet.” halfway through, which causes you to shoot him a look for interrupting you.

“And B) You didn’t give me time to get ready. I need a shower…” You grumble, to which he, also, has a reply ready. “Ye can shower after. We can even have a nice bath together.” You shoot him another dirty look.

He knows that you’ve noticed that he thinks with his lower head more often than not… And the way he’s smiling at you, all impish and mischievous makes you roll your eyes.

“And C) this hardly counts as a picnic!” You finish as you finish your taco and reach to grab a new one from the box.

“I disagree. It’s food you can eat with your hands and you’re sitting on a blanket on the floor.” He replies. “That’s a picnic.”

“Is not, a picnic is meant to be had in nature.” You retort as you take a bite of your new taco.

“Oh? You’d rather be out there in the pouring rain to make your point?” He retorts with a playful smug on his lips as he points out the window.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “No.” 

“Then it’s a picnic.” He retorts. “And my point still stands that you shouldn’t complain so much.” He adds.

“You’re impossible, Johnny.” You tell him.

He smirks at you and continues eating, his blue eyes watching you closely as you eat the meal he’s bought you, a soft smile on your lips despite the fact you’re a bit annoyed at him.

“Ye know…” He says as he reaches for his can of Coke and takes a sip. “Ye make Simon and Kyle really happy.” He tells you.

Your eyebrows rise as you keep chewing your food. “I do?”

“Aye.” He replies as he leans his elbow on his knee to keep looking at you. “Simon doesn’t talk much about it, but I see it in the way he looks at you. The way he touches ye. Never ever seen the L.T. be so gentle with anyone.” He explains.

“And Kyle… He’s usually upbeat and all but he’s more… well… unbothered, ye ken? Doesn’t fuss about things, always relaxed, chill.” He continues. “Haven’t seen him smile as much as he does as when he bounces up from his chair at the end of the day and rushes out to go pick ye up.” He admits.

Your eyes soften a bit and you find your whole face getting hot as you hear him so you shovel the rest of your taco in your mouth so you can’t say something embarrassing.

“And, to be honest, I get it.” He replies. “I see the way ye light up when you see them…” He admits. “Ye’re so bonnie when ye’re smiling… And yer jokes and banter just put a smile on my face too…” He trails off.

Swallowing your food, you take a greedy gulp of your own soda to try and process what you want to say and you just end up blurting out a soft “I’m just me…”

“And ye’re great.” He replies and smiles as he goes back to eating his food, as if he hadn’t just said something so… sweet and deep.

The rest of the meal is spent talking about other things, less important, less deep things. You look at him with interest and intrigue, as if trying to figure him out, as you two talk about inconsequential things and make banter.

He shows you a couple of his art pieces on his phone, causing you to coo at them, especially a page he’s been working on that’s just got little portraits of everyone he works with. Ghost, Gaz, John… But also some other people he introduces to you. An ‘Alejandro’, a ‘Rudy’, a ‘Nik’, an ‘Alex’... And a ‘Farah’ and a ‘Laswell’. 

You come to realize that he’s… interesting, fun, easy to talk to, silly... Despite how stupid and silly and boring his profile on Tinder made him out to be… Soap’s… great.

Once the meal is done, you tidy up the living room a bit. He takes the trash to the bin, while you fix the pillows and blankets and run the roomba over the kitchen and living room… And, once you’re done, you turn to look at him while you both stand by the couch.

Biting your lip, you look up at him. “So… about that bath?” You whisper.

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[arealphrooblem]

Mutually Assured Destruction Part 5

Synopsis: Villain x Civilian. Civilian can sense other people's powers through auras but hides this ability. They are terrified of the most boring person at their office job, who hides the most powerful aura Civilian has ever felt.

Warnings: near death experience, gets a lil dark

Part one here:

Part four here:

“You know, if I didn’t drag you out of your apartment every Saturday night, you’d just spend all your time at work or home, wouldn’t you?”

It had started to snow, the flakes falling fat and lazy outside the window of the taquiera. Civilian glared at Jonathan over their tacos (soft shell this time).

“I go out,” they protested. “I’m not a complete shut-in.”

His mouth curled into an infuriating half smile. “Is that so? What does Civilian like to do on their time off? Enlighten me.”

“I like to hike,” said Civilian.

Jonathan kept staring and Civilian squirmed under his gaze.

“What? Why are you looking at me like it’s weird?”

“It’s not weird. I just thought there would be more.”

“I walk around outside, get fresh air. What more is there to say?”

“Do you hike all year round or only in the warmer months? Do you rock climb? Scale mountains?”

“What is this, an interrogation,” they demanded, feeling uneasy. “Are you going to ask me where I was the night of the 7th?”

He chuckled. “Maybe I want to get to know you. Is that so terrifying?”

“Coming from you? Yes. Absolutely.”

His smile only grew. It was boyish and disarming and Civilian hated it.

“Take me with you next time.”

“You want to go hiking? Isn’t that a bit rough for you?”

“Consider it payback for the movie, if that makes you feel better.”

It was Civilian’s turn to smile. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

It had snowed the night before their hike, just a scattering. The first snow of the year. The ground looked like cake dusted with powered sugar. Even though the high would be barely above freezing, Civilian cheerfully met Jonathan at the small parking lot before the trail.

“Are you certain we can’t reschedule?” he grumbled, arms tight around his middle.

“And miss seeing the woods in the snow? Absolutely not.”

“I knew you would say that,” he muttered. “Well. You lead the way this time.”

“Usually the polite thing to do is let the slow people set the pace,” Civilian pointed out.

Jonathan glared balefully under his toboggan. “I can keep up.”

“If you say so.”

The woods really were breathtaking, like something out of a Christmas card. Civilian stopped and took several pictures, the added benefit of which gave Jonathan time to catch his breath. Civilian may or may not have picked the trail that snaked up hill, rather than one of the flatter trails, and even their legs were protesting by the time they made it to the top.

The view, however, made it all worth it. The pine trees parted at a rocky outcropping, offering a view of the slope below and the city beyond it. Even Jonathan stared out, mesmerized, for a long moment.

Civilian had seen this view quite a few times, but not in the snow. They stepped close to the edge of the outcropping, twisting their phone to get a better panoramic view, when it slipped from their gloved hand.

Instinctively, Civilian dove forward to catch it — and tumbled head first over the edge.

They barely had time to scream before an invisible force grabbed them and flung them back on solid ground, their phone landing harmlessly beside them.

For a full thirty seconds, lay on the ground, pulse roaring in their ears, as they tried to process what happened.

“Civilian?”

Jonathan’s face swam into view as he leaned over their body.

“What . . .what just happened?” Civilian staggered to their feet.

His eyebrows rose. “Well, you threw yourself off a cliff — like an idiot — and I saved your life. Rather heroically, I might add.”

“But you — you were over there. You couldn’t have reached me in time.”

“Yes,” he say slowly, like they were stupid. “That’s what powers are for. I’m telekinetic.”

“Telekinetic,” they repeated faintly.

Their mind whirled at this new information. And to their surprise, they found themselves getting angrier and angrier.

“That’s what you can do? Telekinesis? That’s it?”

“That’s it?” he repeated flatly.

“Lots of people have that power! It’s not special. I thought you could like . . .warp reality or travel to different universes or something. All this time I’ve been freaking out, walking on eggshells over — over fucking telekinesis?”

Civilian was shoved, painfully, against a boulder behind them by that same invisible force. Jonathan’s aura grew thick and stifling, the pressure in Civilian’s ear’s popping. He crowded into their space, his hand braced against their collarbone and leaned in close to their ear.

Civilian could not move, not even to open their eyes. For a moment all they could hear was Jonathan’s even breaths against their ear. And then a strange dizziness started to fall over them, followed by growing exhaustion.

“Do you feel that, Civilian,” he said. “That’s the feeling of your heart slowing down. Shall I keep going, until it stops? Or perhaps I could speed it up —“

The pressure in their chest turned painful as their heart rate kicked back up, thudding like a drum. A wave of intense light-headedness washed over them and only Jonathan’s power kept them from collapsing to their knees.

“ — until it exploded in your chest.”

The tiniest whimper managed to escape from their tightly closed mouth. Their throat felt tight with unshed tears. Gradually their pulse evened out.

“I don’t need to touch your heart, though. I could just stop your lungs from breathing. Your blood from moving. Your synapses from firing. I could reach down to your very atoms and split them apart, Civilian. I could turn you into a mushroom cloud and lay waste to this entire city from miles away. So no, it’s not just telekinesis.”

Just as sudden as it began, his invisible grip ended. Civilian did collapse to the knees, chest tight with delayed panic, tears stinging in their eyes. They were too far gone to care about the humiliation of such a display of weakness. Why did it matter? Jonathan had always been one second away from completely obliterating them at any point regardless.

“ . . .Civilian?”

They heard dimly through the roar in their ears the sound of Jonathan crouch down before them. Civilian tried to hide under the curtain of their hair, the tears slipping out fast and unbidden. Their breath stuttered in their chest.

They had made the fatal mistake of getting too comfortable. Of letting their walls down a bit. Of teasing him, mouthing off to him in between bites of the food he bought them. It was easy to forget, holding his hand in the movie theater or dragging him around the aquarium gift shop, just what exactly he was.

A dangerous enemy. A person who held their life and their freedom in his hands, a person who was exploiting them for his own gain.

The one person Civilian should never let their walls down for.

“Breathe, Civilian,” he murmured. Something reached into their chest and stabilized their lungs into slow, even breaths, their heart into steady beats. Letting their fear freeze in their veins with no outlet.

Invisible fingers tilted Civilian’s head up while his real thumbs, cool and smooth of callouses, wiped away their tears.

“I’m not getting out of this alive, am I?” they asked, voice shuddering.

“That depends on you.” He said, his gaze terrifyingly kind. “I like you, Civilian. I have no desire to hurt you. But I have a goal I must complete and no one can get in my way, not even you. If you don’t fear me, you may feel emboldened to do something stupid and reckless and heroic. And then I would have to kill you. Do you understand?”

Civilian nodded, feeling numb.

“Good.”

He stood up and offered his hand. Civilian reluctantly took it, allowed him to bring them swiftly to their feet. Another rush of dizziness hit them, unprovoked this time, and Jonathan steadied them with an arm around their waist.

“Civilian,” he said, voice soft, almost unsure.

Civilian looked up at him, a jolt of flight fizzing in their veins.

Jonathan looked them over, gaze searching for something, and he brushes one last stray tear from the corner of their eye.

“Shall we head back?”

They nodded.

The trip back down was quick and silent.

Part six here

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[sacredcyber]

I Think I Like When It Rains

A soft smutty SilverV oneshot, 3k words. A/n: fem V from a corpo background, nsfw.

The long trek towards her northside apartment was unusually silent and painfully dull. Normally Johnny's comments would be firing at a rapid pace. When can they start looking for Alt? Let him take control just for an evening, take a smoke break. Instead she found herself walking through night city alone, in the rain, shooting off random questions hoping it’d rouse him from whatever recess of her mind he’d hidden himself in. Nothing. No answers at all, not even a huff of frustration.

‘It’s fine.’ She thinks to herself. ‘It’ll be like that when he’s gone.’ And that thought brings out a burn in her throat. Something pained and sharp has burrowed itself in her chest and made itself home. V stops short at the corner about a block away, she leans against a light post and sighs.

‘You’re being weird again.’

It’s her voice but it’s not. The sudden realization dawns on her that Johnny could read her thoughts. It makes her feel exposed. She quickly runs the block home in the downpour, the rain soaking through her too big tank top and leather pants.

After fidgeting with the broken card reader, V stumbles inside her small apartment. The pink neon lighting and blue beaded curtains make it feel so homey, so lived in. She remembered the day she bought it, Johnny berated her about her lack of taste. V wanted to tell him about her luxury condo she had to give up when she got sacked, but a sudden wave of shame had washed over her and she simply answered with a small hum in agreement. Arasaka seems like a lifetime ago. Another life, another person, another V. Her Watson home was too painful to stay in after Jackie died, the memories of the both of them shooting the shit, Misty coming by after her shift with tacos and yakitori were all things of the past. The northside apartment had become like a sanctuary, she could be at peace here in this small shoebox of a room.

Just her, Nibbles and her tapeworm.

As she crosses the threshold, a friendly meow greets her. Nibbles jumps off the arcade cabinet and rolls on her back exposing her equally bald tummy. V chuckles and closes the door behind her, as she bends down to bless the feline with a generous scratch behind her ears, she can hear the familiar sound of Johnny’s static reappearing.

He groans and makes his way over towards the armory. V pretends not to notice him, not to be excited he’s left whatever shell he was in earlier. Instead she fishes out a pack of cat food for nibbles and walks over towards a small porcelain bowl.

Johnny immediately moves away and heads over to the bed, she watches him out of the corner of her eye. He’s a bit tense, wound up. As if he could sense her questioning gaze he simply lights up a cigarette. “I’m tired.”

“You’re tired?” V asks incredulously. Johnny��s static form stutters a bit as he shifts himself onto her small bed. “Well actually you’re tired. I’m just feeling it too.” He mumbles. V makes a face, this fucking guy. “I thought engrams don’t need to sleep?” She stands and walks over towards him, his legs planted firmly on the linoleum floor. A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “You really gonna fight me over this? Fuck V...” The bite he normally has in his voice is mostly gone, Johnny sounds exhausted, miserable. She sighs, the day's events hadn’t been easy on them, the sudden rainstorm plus the non working fast travel pods around the city only added to her frustration. If only her car wasn’t in the shop, she could have just driven home.

Nope, it was just her trudging through the rain. Now she’s home, dripping wet and muscles aching. V sighs, there’s no fight in her, hell she’s not even hungry. All she wants is a hot shower and sleep. “You can sleep with me tonight.” She mumbles. Johnny looks up as V begins to turn away, “ I know you don’t need to but…”

“But what?” He asks, ready to tease her. “Someone’s eager to get me into bed.” He observes her as she slips her boots off.

“You seem…I don’t know…off? Quiet maybe.” She says before disappearing into the bathroom. Johnny scoffs, before he knows it he’s in the bathroom ready to argue.

“As if I-“ he begins before he stops himself. V stands topless in front of the shower, her wet samurai top already on the ground, her hands on her pants zipper. She raises an eyebrow. “What? Never seen tits before?” She turns around and begins to remove her pants, Johnny knows he should fuck off right now, give her some kind of privacy. But something’s compelling him to stay, see what happens, V doesn’t seem to mind it.

“Wasn’t expecting to see yours.” He chuckles. “Didn’t know my little corpo rat was an exhibitionist is all.” V turns the shower on trying not to focus on the “my little corpo rat” comment, he notices the way her breasts jiggle a bit, they’re bigger than he’s used to, Johnnys always had a penchant for petite women, V’s musculature had been a bit of a turn off for him, recently he’s been rethinking that.

She turns to face him and something in Johnny’s chest tightens. She’s bare, with nothing but his tags on. Something about that does it for him, maybe it’s her lack of aggression or just how intimate it feels. “Not gonna take those off too?” He lifts his cybernetic hand and places his fingertip onto the tag, V can feel slight pressure there. She cocks her head a bit, “I’ve never taken them off.” She says following his wandering hand as it travels from the tags to her navel. She can feel him and she doesn’t know how or why, but she doesn’t want to think about it. She doesn’t want to ruin it.

V makes a motion with her hand, “You coming in?” Johnny is a bit stunned, he’s not used to V being so nonchalant about contact. Normally she’s very cagey about him being near her. He doesn’t blame her, especially since their meeting was terrible. He’s conflicted, but the need for touch is overwhelming. “You want me to?” He asks, hesitation sprinkles his words. V nods. ‘Yes’ she thinks and so he follows.

V stands under the hot shower, the steam feels so comforting, like a warm blanket hugging her. As she stretches she can feel her back bump into something solid. As she reaches back Johnny catches her hand, his ganic hand gently caresses hers. She hesitates but turns to face him, he’s there naked as the day he was born, only with the addition of that familiar blue static. She studies him, he’s definitely handsome, not that she wanted to admit that but something about his little grin tells her he already knows that. Her eyes wander from his dark brown eyes to his sloped nose down to his happy trail, she lifts her head to face him, not wanting to focus on the obvious.

“You look like you got questions.” He murmurs. V looks for her shampoo. “Can you feel the water?” He nods. “Yeah, feels nice, I guess it feels nice to you.” He moves to stand under the shower head, it merely goes through him but V supposes it adds to the experience.

She grabs the coconut shampoo and begins to work up a lather. Her back is towards him, “Where did you go?” She asked. Johnny notices a slight hitch in her voice, he watches as she scrubs her scalp. He steps in and replaces her hands with his, lightly massaging the product into her hair. “Can’t exactly go anywhere…” he avoids the question. V steps under the shower head, her back pressed against Johnny's chest. He watches as the shampoo runs over her breasts down her toned stomach. His hands move from her scalp to the sides of her waist, before he grabs her and presses her firmly against him, his mouth pressed against her ear.

V presses harder against him, he feels so real, so solid against her skin. The only difference is the lingering fuzziness he gives off, maybe it’s the static. “You…didn’t answer my question.” She manages to mumble out, Johnny simply hums “I’m here now.” His metal hand traces down from her collarbone in between her breasts. V wants to prod him, demand he tell her why he left her alone with her thoughts but his touches are so reverent, so gentle.

“I was angry.”

She turns to face him, Johnny’s brown eyes scan her face, he looks vulnerable, soft, uncomfortable. She grabs his ganic hand and presses her face against it, his thumb strokes her cheek. “Did I do something?” He simply shakes his head, everything pisses Johnny off to some extent. The shitty weather, his PTSD, the way Fuckin’ Takemura and River give her those looks when she’s not paying attention. V used to piss him off too, her selflessness, the way she’d always get involved in shit that didn’t concern her, her kindness. Her ability to just give parts of herself to anyone in need.

Now he’s before her, a starved man seeking it out for himself. He hesitates and leans down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. V slowly allows herself to be soft, to be open for him. Love isn’t something you come across in Night City, it’s something you buy for an hour or two. But this isn’t that, this is something else, something that’s needed by both of them.

His kisses are rough, they’re desperate for dominance, to lay a claim on her. She can feel how needy he is, the way his hands press into her bruised back, how his fingers find those sore spots and rub into them. V lets out small pained cries, as she opens her mouth Johnny simply probes deeper. He wants all her sounds and cries, all of them. The good and the bad.

“V…” he whispers, her bitten lips skimming over his down to his neck, she bites into him like forbidden fruit and such as original sin she knows she’s crossed over into temptation. That pained thing that burrowed into her earlier is now growing between her ribs and it flutters so gently she can barely breathe.

How strange.

Johnny grabs V’s face and pulls it to meet his gaze. He wants to see her, needs to see her face when he’s worshiping her. Her eyes are hazed over, glazed in want and desperate for release. He plants more swollen kisses on her lips. “Let’s go to bed.” He whispers hungrily. V turns off the shower and grabs a towel. “Let’s go to bed?” She begins to towel herself off. Johnny simply grins and reappears sitting on the bed, he can see her though the beaded curtains and even though he’s mapped out her curves and scars with his fingers it’s still exciting to see only bits of her behind the blue plastic beads. Like a private show meant only for him, something no one else can have.

Because how could they? No one knows her like he does, no one ever could.

V emerges from the bathroom, her hips sway a bit as she closes in on Johnny’s personal space. “Sit on the bed.” He whispers in that whiskey’d tone. She does as instructed and immediately he appears on the floor in front of her, kneeling. Johnny’s not used to being subservient, but it feels so natural with V, so easy. Like he doesn’t have to be that “rowdy asshole rockerboy” everyone wanted. He’s simply Johnny, touch starved, pent up, needy Johnny.

He slowly trails his fingers over V’s thighs, it makes her shiver under his touch. “Know how frustrating it is watching you play nice with a pig and a corpo dog?” His tone is dangerous with a veneer of playfulness. V raises herself up on her elbows, she watches as Johnny kneads her inner thighs.

“Has Johnny Silverhand always been the jealous type?”

He chuckles, “Possessive might be the better word.” He spreads her legs out further and places a wet kiss on her clit. Her hips buck into his face a bit. “Fuck…” she gasps out. Johnny chuckles “Not yet, I wanna have some fun first.”

His ganic fingers circle her entrance, she’s already wet and dewy but he’s never been one to half ass eating someone out. He doesn’t want to rush anything. “Thinkin’ real hard down there, silverhand?” V’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. Her half lidded stare and the way she runs her fingers through his tangled hair makes him feel alive again.

“I need you to ride my face.” Before V can protest or tease, Johnny’s already teleported under her. He’s taken the liberty to spread her legs as she precariously balances over his face. She holds on to the wall in front of her. “I-I’ve never done thi-“ Johnny licks a swipe over her clit and she shudders.

“Just relax.” He says as plants a tender kiss on her entrance. “Don’t think, just do.” He presses her wet cunt onto his lips as he moves her hips in rhythm. V holds onto the wall in front of her trying to set a pace for herself, worried she might hurt him.

‘You won’t, trust me. Ride my fuckin face like a cowgirl.’

Before she can even ask what the hell that means, his tongue makes its way inside her. “Oh fuck yes…” she moans as her hips move against him, her clit brushing up against his nose and moustache. Johnny holds her down even tighter against his face, sucking and tongue fucking his way through his host. He wants to make her see stars, to become so undone by his mouth alone that even after death, she’s ruined by him.

“Johnny…john- I’m gonna…” her hips swivel in that familiar way, her pussy tightens around his tongue, she’s looking for it, searching for release. He removes his tongue and replaces it with his fingers relentlessly pounding into her. “Come on V just let it go baby…” he holds her hips and presses his lips onto her stomach as she fucks herself above him. “Goddamn…fuck yes yessss…” she sighs as her climax washes over her.

V wobbles a bit as her legs give out on her. Thankfully Johnny teleports and reappears to help steady herself. She’s on the precipice of sleep, yet it doesn’t stop her from trying to crawl into his lap. He laughs a bit “what are you doin’?” V presses up against him, his cock nestled between her puffy lips.

“I wanna sleep on you like this.” She moves her hips and positions his cock at her entrance. Johnny watches as V slides herself on his thick cock, his girth makes it sting so deliciously. Johnny grins and lays back in bed with V content and filled on his chest. He spreads her legs out over him and slowly fucks into her. He throbs with each stroke.

“This how you want me inside you every night?” He asks, his lips hovering over her ear as he caresses her sore lower back with his metal hand. “Get home from running around this city? Fixing everyone’s fuckin’ problems…” He whispers in her ear as he continues to slowly pump himself inside her. Agonizingly slow.

“That’s what you want right? You want someone to take care of you too.” He grips her hips and plunges himself deep into her core. V calls out for him, begging him to go faster but he relents. “Nah, I wanna savor this, wanna make sure it only fits me from now on.” He bites her harshly and with intent. Savoring the wet sounds they share between them.

“How do you think people would feel? Knowin’ Night City’s golden girl is getting dicked down by the dirty old man living in her head?” He punctuates his question with another harsh thrust. V mewls against him and sobs “t-they wouldn’t….get it!” His pace begins to pick up as he holds her down and fucks into her used hole.

“That’s right, they wouldn’t…but we get it, right baby?” His forehead touches hers as he continues to fuck into her.

“Y-yeah…”

“Yeah? Because we belong to each other. From the day I met you, you’ve been mine, all fuckin’ mine…” he grips her throat with his metal hand and keeps a brutal pace. It’s a strange feeling, the agony and ecstasy of relishing in unhinged coitus, of bearing your ugliness out on the same table you fuck your lover on. It’s liberating because he knows what she’s thinking. There’s no guessing games, he doesn’t feel any fear, no hesitation, just complete and utter synchronicity.

Johnny knows he’s needs it and fuck if V also needs this as well. So he fucks her hard into completion, into submission, into a promise. A silent accord, for as long as they have each other. To have and to hold, to fuck and to kill, however the hell people pledge themselves to each other in this day and age. His very soul belongs to her.

The silence between them is comforting, only the sounds of rain drizzling outside and nibbles playing with the beaded curtains next to the minibar. V slides over to lay on his ganic arm, his heartbeat, his warmth, feels real. She shuts her eyes tight and holds onto him for dear life, as if he’d disappear if she let him go.

A whisper floats through her mind, “I’m not going anywhere.” He promises. He can feel her smile and press herself closer to him, less out of fear and more out of need. He lays and watches the ceiling fade from view, letting sleep take him for the first time in over 50 years.

[incorrectbatfam]

Stephanie: I want to punch whoever came up with the phrase "the customer is always right" because the customer is wrong. Like really fucking wrong. Ninety-seven percent of the time.

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Customer: I want the tacos with the hard shells.

Stephanie: Ma'am, we don't serve hard shell tacos. We have soft flour tortilla or soft corn tortilla.

Customer: Oh. Then I want the corn. Those are the hard shell ones, right?

Stephanie: No, ma'am, we don't serve hard shell tacos. We have flour or corn tortillas.

Customer: Flour or corn? So... which ones are the hard ones?

—

Customer: Hey, the lettuce from the salad bar doesn't taste right.

Stephanie: Uh, sir, we don't have a salad bar. That's the decorative kale for our salsa bar. It's not meant to be eaten.

Customer: Well if it's not meant to be eaten why are you serving it?

Stephanie: Sir, it's decorative. We aren't serving it.

—

Customer: What's this extra charge on my receipt? Why are you charging me extra? I demand to talk to a manager!

Stephanie: Sir, that's the tax. It's five percent in our state.

Customer: No, you're trying to steal from me. I'll have you fired!

Stephanie: Sir, it says right there that it's the tax.

—

Customer: Are these bananas locally grown?

Stephanie: We are in Gotham.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

ICH LIEBE DICH matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. 'ich leibe dich' translates to 'i love you' in german

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. saying "i love you" in a different language not knowing they understand

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

getting home from a date that ended way to soon, you lazily kick off your heels before sighing and sitting down on the couch with a smile. matt stands hesitantly at the door, waiting for you to say goodnight.

you've been dating for a few months now, but you are yet to make things official. the feeling of love had been creeping up on you for a while now, but you're just incredibly terrified to actually voice your emotions to the boy. so you decided it was best to wait to see if matt would make the first move; little indications proving that you aren't alone in this brain-numbing headspace.

matt smiles, running his hand through his slightly wavy hair before stuffing his hands in the confined but fuzzy pockets of his winter jacket. "so, did you have fun?" he asks, rocking back and forth on his heels.

the small motion easily added to your uncontrollable feelings of love for him- even though it was an action that all stereotypical dads repeat on the sitcom side of midnight television. but you didn't really care, it was undeniably sweet. matt is the first person in your entire history of dating that genuinely cared for your input after a night out.

lightly biting on your lip to hide a stupid, growing grin, you laugh and nod your head. "i did, thank you, matt." and it was truthful, you had the most fun you've had in a while. it's not everyday you're asked to get all dressed up for an insanely expensive date, only to go play glow in the dark minigolf and play trashy 2000s music in a van that your grandma drives. eating messy street tacos as you desperately try to keep the delicacies inside the shell, and not all over your fancy clothes.

his face undeniably gets washed over with a rosy shade of pink, a delirious grin setting on his face as he plays with the collar of his dress shirt. "yeah?" he giggles. "well good, i'm glad you enjoyed it."

you stand up with a giggle, happy to see how flustered he still gets four months into the relationship.

walking over to the brunette, you gently cup his face in your hands, pulling him close for a quick kiss. "did you, have fun?" you smile, repeating his previously asked question.

"i did." he smiles, lightly nodding his head. he turns his face into your palm, gently pressing a sweet kiss to your hand.

you delicately trace your fingers over his star crossed skin. quickly and silently reminding yourself that one of these days you're ought to count each freckle that he so smoothly calls yours. just like he calls everything yours, his eyes? yours. his nose? yours. anything and everything belonged to you and him, and nobody else. which just so happens to make your feelings blossom.

matt closes his eyes, sighing into your palm as your thumb grazes comfortingly over the bridge of his nose.

"ich liebe dich." you mumble, you've said this simple translation many times before, but this time felt different from the way his breath quickened before he opened his eyes.

as he meets your eyes, you cant help but watch as the way his pupils quickly dilate and shrink back to the normal size. butterflies harshly swarm your stomach due to this action, even though he doesn't know it happened. causing a soft smile to swiftly perch your lips.

"ich liebe dich auch." he smiles, closing his eyes and leaning in. pressing his lips against yours.

pulling away, your eyes widen. finally processing the words that just left his mouth. you knew he was gonna pick up on some of the randomly mumbled sentences that you effortlessly put out in the air, but certainly not that. it never even crossed your mind that you said it enough for him to learn it.

finding the look of shock on your face, he giggles. "do you want me to say it in english, or do you got it?" he teasingly remarks, furrowing his brows with a contagious smile.

you playfully roll your eyes, "i got it." you smile, pulling him back in for another kiss.

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