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W I N N E R | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART VIII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.

wc: 2.9k

rating/warnings: [a little drunk] [one spit][take a shower together][ride on thigh][Pedro begging in Spanish][little fluffy][Smut][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f]

a/n: This was kind of a request. Enjoy whoever asked us for it! And sorry if there’s any mistakes on our English.Pedro was freaking HOT that night MY GOSH!Consider commenting and reblogging if you like it!

Its been a busy beginning of the year, Pedro has a lot of work going on and you as well.

You can barely see each other but when there's an opportunity to meet you just jump on it by him invinting you or just to be there at the same event.

When he won the People's Choice Award you just had to call him congratulating for the winning, and while you were talking he told you he was going to fly back to LA for SAG awards and really wanted to see you before come back to Canada.

That news made your day, and you had a good feeling that he was going for good.

Unfortunatelly you couldnt attend the award not even the after party for other reasons but you kept texting insanely each other during the event.

Pedro P: Hey honey, I'm already here. drinking some Casamigos with awesome people, wish you were here...

You: It's ok babe, have fun tonite! I bet you going to win and we can celebrate later..

Pedro P: Not sure, my dear. Kieran is taking them all 🥲 can't wait to see you later tonite.

You are laying on your couch with pajamas watching the award and his category comes up with an surprisingly announcement. Pedro wins, you start screaming on your apartment like your team scored on final championship.

DAMN, you are so proud of him and turn up the volume just to hear his speech loud and clear. Well, wasn't one of the best ones but you swirl your glass of wine bitting your bottom lip while he is saying he is a bit drunk and tear up with him as he mention how important this is for himself.

You realize is time to get ready to meet him, you let the TV on while going to take a shower and hear he's back live with Tan on backstage interview. It looked like more shenanigans than possible. The moment you hear him saying he would make out with Kieran and this is his revenge you automatically raise your phone for a sassiest nude pic and send him..

You: So, you want to make out with me or him? 🤣

You know he is buzzed and feeling the moment and know his not going to reply so soon but still piss and laughing at the same time.

After a couple hours you get a message

Pedro P: Mine or yours?

You: Inside me

Pedro P: This is what I wanted to. I will be there in 20.

You: Come to me Don Juan

Pedro P: haha 🤣

It's 1:30 am and you debating with your sleep just to keep yourself awake and see that Chilean Don Juan appear in front of your door. To keep it up you still drinking and looking at the app because he always share his location with you. Not to bother, you just wait with patience and see its moving faster. Means that he is coming towards your place. Your heart starts to accelerate and definitely you cannot wait to see him holding that heavy award on his hands..

You live in a quiet neighbour in West Hollywood, nothing happens like the crazyness on the other side. You sit in front of your door wearing a comfy robe when his car approaches the street.

"MAMA I WON!" He screams while getting off the car

You are like "SSSSH Pedro! It's 2 in the morning..😂"

Pedro holds you leading you back to your house and closing the door behind him.

"I'm so proud of you, even you saying those things on live TV, you were so funny, light and emotional. Can you believe I cried when you got on that stage saying anything but everything?"

"Yeah I, I, I was drunk babe..haha"

He leaves his award carefully by the door on the floor and when he comes back up to you his hands are already on your thighs sliding up giving you shivers and taking off your robe for good. Pedro holds the back of your neck while licking on it tracing a pat to your right ear saying "I win twice tonite huh..”

He grabs your hand and make you feel his hardon throught his pants, you let out a soft moan and rub your hands harshly on him, your mouths meet each other in a sloppy wet kiss. You can feel the taste of tequila and his tongue is tender and he is gentle on you.

You keep on your toes and whisper in his ear "are you sure this is all for me? Isn't it for Kieran or the other thousand people you wee flirting P?"

Pedro looks at you, those brown eyes getting darker, he raises an eyebrow and moves away from you, your heart beating faster when you see that man going to the middle of your living room.

Pedro stops and looks at you,

"Do you really think my cock is hard like that because of anyone other than you and this tight pussy?"

Each word Pedro was saying, he was opening a button on his shirt, so slowly that you felt your legs soften with every inch of skin that was emerging in front of you.

"Eyes on my dear, tell me, do you know how hard I got when I saw that pic you’ve sent me? How did I have to disguise it by holding my award?"

The last button is undone and Pedro takes his clothes off quickly now just on his undies. He sits in the sofa, legs open, he pops out a cigarette, you face him petrified, the way Pedro takes your living room, how this room seems ten times smaller and warmer with him there.

Pedro lights up the cigarette and drags it slowly, his head falling on the back of the sofa.

"Come here mama" he pats his left thigh twice. The view of him with the cigarette hanging on his lips, shirtless, the slightly reddish skin, the curls on his forehead, and those eyes that look like a burning brown sea drives you crazy.

You sigh, approach and ride on his left thigh.

You take the cigarette out of his mouth, take a drag and land on the ashtray.

While making sudden movements on his thigh you hold his jaw squeezing his cheeks and say "so, it means we have a winner here..." putting two fingers in his mouth, he sucks them and say softly.. "go down, I want to see how wet you are for me" you obey with a peck on his lips.

Sliding down your left hand through his hot chest giving a quick pass through the bulge over his boxers. the feeling is very hot and pleasurable..moving the fabric away from your panties you dip one finger only and move back into his mouth.

He opens his mouth slowly giving permission for you to pass on his lips and that was enough for him to hold the edges of your panties and strip down making you get up quickly and get rid of it.

Sitting back again on his thigh and making more abrupt movements and wetting him completely, a feeling of drowning, a smell of sex and expensive perfume with the taste of tequila coming from that mouth.

Pedro guides your hand to his cock and asks with some difficulty to caress him the way he likes it.

You drag your nails through the contour of his cock, the wet fabric of pre cum shows how Pedro is looking forward to you. You stroke his thighs, going up and down slowly, feeling how his skin chills, how his stomach contracts when your fingers get close to his cock.

You take back the cigarette and drag looking at him, your head falling to the side, watching how he seems lost and anxious.

“You look so beautiful kneeling to me," Pedro says taking the cigarette off your fingers.

Biting your lip you hold the sides of his undies, Pedro raises his hips helping you, the fabric going down his legs, you throw it to the floor.

Pedro holds his throbbing cock with his right hand, uncut, thick and veiny with a swolen red head looking like a huge strawberry, he makes movements up and down.

"Déjame sentir esa boca mama. Please" he says with half close eyes and husky voice.

You approach and hold his cock over his hand, squeezing and feeling how he pulsates. You lick the wet tip of pre cum, looking into his eyes you slowly suck only the tip, Pedro takes his hand off the cock and holds the armchair stroking it, cursing softly while you lick and teases him with your tongue.

"You're so hot, I've been wishing to suck you all night" before Pedro can answer you put his cock in your mouth, feeling the tip hit your throat, you feel him pulsating on your tongue, the bittersweet taste of the pre cum invading your throat. Pedro runs his hand in your hair, moving in circles encouraging you to swallow more, you choke but don't take him out of your mouth.

"Shit! I love it when you do that. Don't stop!"

You look into his eyes, Pedro wiping the tear that accumulates in the corner of your eyes. You take him out of your mouth just to jack him off while sucking his balls, Pedro throws his head back and moans loudly, no caring if anyone will hear him.

"Gosh! You're going to kill me"

You go up with your tongue licking his length, until you reach the tip you swallow it again feeling Pedro grabbing your hair tightly, guiding how he wants to fuck your mouth.

"Por favor…”

You feel that Pedro is about to cum in your mouth, with a pop you let it go and ask looking up at him "will there be a second round, babe?"

With his eyes closed and his mouth half open he nods a yes and you grab him again passing his tongue with more intensity on the frenum. He lets out a dense moan slightly squeezing the sides of your temple and arches his hip releasing jets of hot cum in your mouth. Pedro's moans get louder as you swallow his hot juice by sliding your nails on his thighs making him having goosebumps.

You get up and sit again on him facing front, caressing his graysh beard and kissing his neck and corner of mouth. He mouths a lazy smile biting his lower lip and says "I want more, I don't want it to end like this today without me satisfying you..."

Pedro looks at you from the corner of his eye, pointing to your bedroom.

“..taste you Ma’am..."

Lifting you up on his lap, you interlace your legs on his hip and he goes towards your bed throwing you into it and opening your legs with his knees.

He starts kissing your knees looking up at you, going down to your thighs alternating between each one licking and giving light nibbles, sometimes some bites that will leave you marks making you complain with pleasure "stop, Pedro"

"Stop?"

"No, no, keep going.." giggling.

This time Pedro went straight to the pot licking the sides of your folders, holding your hips pulling you to him so you can reach his curly hair, already messy and sweaty.

He fucks you with his tongue, grunting while smearing himself from you, you feel your pussy pinching with his beard constantly scrubbing against your skin. he alternates between licking, and sucking on your clit leaving on the edge.

"Cum to me babe, you're so delicious... I missed you"

You feel your pussy contract, squeezing, your stomach on fire, a hot numbness taking over your body. Pedro moans against your pussy while sucking on it, begging you to cum for him.

"Cum in my mouth cum in my whole face, babe"

Pedro spits onto your pussy, a long line of saliva while his eyes do not detach from yours. He fucks you with his tongue, his pretty aquiline nose poking your sensitive clit.

"Pedro! Sn't it!" You shout his name, cumming on his tongue, his hands squeezing you, snakeing your body, leaving scratches.

"Every day more delicious" Pedro crawls on top of you, finding your lips he kisses you, you feel his hard cock again against your thigh.

Pedro moves away kneeling on the edge of the bed, you don't even have time to assimilate before you feel him pull you by the ankles, causing your legs to curl around his waist.

Pedro holds his cock hard cock with his right hand and rubs the tip against your swollen clit, you moan when he slide the tip in your pussy.

"So fucking tight..ah”

He takes off and stimulate you again, and so he does one, two, three times teasing you.

"Please papi, fuck me…"

Pedro growls looking at you, he holds his cock by the base and push into you. You two moaning together, that little pain mixed with pleasure taking over your body, Pedro seems like a sex God, a fallen angel looking at your pussy while

fucking you deep, his lips half-open, the side vein of his neck pulsating, drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead...

Pedro grabs your waist, sitting on the bed and rolling you on top of him. He holds your ass making you rub on it, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy.

You lean on him, sinking your mouth into his sweaty neck while he already without forces slaps you in the cheeks holding firmly making you move up and down. with a low grun he lifts you slightly and fucks you even harder. the sound of skin to skin and his moans mix while he pumps you in order to reach his climax but you give in first leaving his cock wetter and slippery, making it escape more than once from inside you but he quickly guides his hard cock again inside until he grabs you tight on your waist and cums hot inside you saying cursed things. You quickly shut him up kissing him roughly.

The kiss turns sloppy, and decreases as your lungs fight for air.

Pedro kisses your jaw, his tongue passing through your neck, leaving a bite on your right shoulder. He lies on the bed, still with his dick inside you, he smiles as if he were high. You watch him, his eyes closed, the satisfied smile on his lips, the curls of his hair now completely wet with sweat.

You bend over and kiss his collarbone, raising your tongue to his neck, feeling the salty of his skin. Unique.

"Are you trying a third round?" He says opening only one eye and looking at you. You laugh coming out of him, immediately missing the feeling of his cock inside you.

"Come, take a shower with me"

The bath is relaxing, the warm water falling on you, Pedro kisses you while you pass the soap through his body, it is sensual and calm.

You tell him to turn around, passing the soap behind his back, leaving a kiss on the back of his newly operated shoulder, he laughs and turns to you, kissing your lips calmly, taking advantage of every inch of your mouth. It's so relaxing that you feel your muscles give way every time he hugs you next to his body.

While you talk and get dry, Pedro tells you about how he doesn't remember anything of the speech, that he was so nervous and happy that he just said what came to his mind, and blames himself for not having thanked more people.

"You made a beautiful speech, Pedro, I’m serious"

He smiles and holds your hand.

"Can I ask for something? Can you wear my shirt? From the minute Julie gave it to me, I imagined how beautiful you would look wearing it. Hah”

You smile at his request, nodding your head giving a quick kiss on his lips, you send him to bed and run to the living room. You just see chaos, clothes thrown on the floor, ashtray, glass of drink and TV on. You find the shirt on the couch, you put it on not wearing anything underneath, leaving the same amount of buttons open that he left during that night.

The moment you head to the room, he brought the trophy to the bedside table and catches your attention, you take it, looking at his name engraved, smiling, happy for him.

"Papi I’m a winner!" You mimic him when he told you in the early evening, raising the heavy trophy.

You walk slowly to the side of the bed, leaving the trophy on the bedside table. Pedro climbs his right hand down the back of your thigh, gently squeezing your ass, looking at you while his left hand plays with one of the buttons on the shirt.

"Jesus, you look so sexy! Much better than I imagined. Come here" Pedro whispers looking at you.

You know exactly what that look means. The night will really have no end.

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irisintheafterglow · 4 months

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smoke his ass! (pro racer!gojo x you)

cw/tags: a lot of swearing lol, established relationship, banter and dialogue driven

note: didn't think this would get too long, but i liked writing this a lot! hope you enjoy :)

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"that fucker in the ford is going to get smited if he doesn't stop being the ass-est human to ever exist."

"is it smited or smote? smot?" your pit lead shoots you a smirk, absolutely certain of who the 'fucker in the ford' was that was making your driver so infuriated. "i'm not sure smited is a word," suguru whispers through your mic.

"you're gonna be next, suguru geto. burnt to a crisp that would make hell jealous."

"geez, satoru," you mutter, praying that a convenient line of static or the sound of the wheels revving distorted his threats on any live feeds of his pov. "what's got you so worked up?"

"he needs to take me to dinner first before he rides my ass!" the last three words of his declaration blare in your headphones and you wince, already aware of the hearing loss you must experience from being around deafening engines all the time. the engine temperature spikes as satoru flicks the lever up a gear and makes a narrow pass around the second-place porsche. with the ford and the porsche eating his dust, he was able to regain some momentum with such an unexpected maneuver. he's quick to rein in the flare in his temper, though, and he can already predict your protests to pushing the car at an unnecessary time. "i know, i know. that pass was untimely, but i'm mad as hell right now."

"you're about to be madder," you say with no ounce of remorse and automatically tune out the groan of frustration crackling through the line. "i'm pitting you for new wheels and i wanna check your windscreen. that mcclaren crash during lap four probably threw some bad debris your way." his silence speaks volumes, his irritation obvious. yes, the stop may force satoru to work harder on his way back to the podium, but it was necessary to keep him safe for the remainder of the race. his car swerves unceremoniously into the pit lane and suguru's crew make quick work of replacing the tires. you meet his eyes through the window and find them seething, his gloves holding the wheel in a white-knuckle grip. before you could blink, he was zooming away again, adamant on showing the ford driver what the honored one is truly capable of. "you with me, satoru?"

"loud and clear. can i get a 'who's who' on that ford?"

"magic word?"

"i'm in shambles for you," he replies without missing a beat.

"look, you're climbing back to second and he's in fourth, satoru. he doesn't matter-"

"he plays dirty, so he does matter if he keeps trying to flip me into fucking oblivion," he counters and you sigh, defeated. you double-check the roster and see a name you weren't familiar with, someone who must have flown under the radar from the lower circuits.

"fushiguro. fushiguro toji." you watch the ferrari icon next to satoru's name steadily climb the leaderboard as he returns to his spot in third, with the porsche in front of him and the ford on his tail.

"new?"

"to these races, yeah, but it seems that he's dealt with drivers like you before."

"what do you mean, 'drivers like me?'"

"i mean that we've found a more reckless driver than you." the ford cuts a hard left to come parallel with the driver's side, barely missing one of satoru's back wheel wells. "case in point."

"then i think it's time he learned his place," satoru snarls. within seconds, he throws the car into a higher gear and swings wide on the following right turn, accelerating at the peak of his centripetal force and slamming on the gas at the straightaway. "how's that for reckless driving, asshole?"

"take a breath, hotshot," you chuckle and hear him click his tongue in defiance. you're slightly in awe of his move, but you weren't going to tell him that over comms. "you've still got a few more laps to go and you can easily burn out if you're not careful," you remind him but feel in your bones that he's found his way back into his groove, his own little pocket of racing that was created when it was only you on the line, him on the track, and a podium finish in sight.

"stay on the line?"

"i'm not going anywhere, sweetheart." you can hear him smile at the rare slip of affection, something you're very cautious about when you were both in professional settings. while your relationship with satoru was no secret, you tried to keep public reminders to a minimum to avoid overshadowing his racing career. you knew which story the press would choose first between his love life and his titles. "just get back faster."

"i'm trying, but this mercedes is giving me a rough time." you fight the urge to laugh, having seen this sequence play out numerous times in the past. towards the end of races where something threw him off, he tended to lose morale during the last few laps. however, since you became his lead engineer, you've developed the uncanny skill of saying the three magic words to fire him up again.

"you're in a ferrari, gojo satoru," you say. "smoke his ass." like clockwork, the words register in his mind and he finds a new sense of determination, rocketing past the mercedes and over the checkered line for another first-place finish on his shelf. "there you go, there's my speed demon boyfriend," you murmur in his ear when he tugs off his helmet and gloves and holds you close.

"sorry for getting pissy about the ford," he says quietly so that only you can hear it. "i hope i didn't hurt your ears too badly."

"they're still ringing," you joke, "but i'll be fine as long as you aren't arrested for assault on fushiguro toji." a dangerous glint catches in satoru's bright blue eyes, one that makes the corner of your mouth turn down in a scolding frown.

"i'm not doing anything," he sings innocently while you make your way up the stairs to the winners' stage. "not yet, at least. and, for the record, i'm elated that he didn't make podium." before he leaves, he's quick to give you a peck on the cheek that makes your face heat. "and, i love you a lot. i'm gonna go get our trophy now, so wait here."

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sweepweep · 5 months

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Something I love about Arther and John’s level of trust, is that they trust each other enough to drive

Now, Malevolent is set in around 1930. The first automatic car was invented in 1929 and they were only widely distributed in the 1950s.

Arthur trusted John enough to help him drive a manual. John trusted Arther enough to drive a manual.

But just IMAGINE the complications

“Shift to 3rd Arther we can speed up.”

…

“ARTHER FUCK! NO! YOU WENT TOO FAR OVER ARTHER WE’RE IN 5th ARTHER YOU STALLED THE CAR SHIT RESTART IT HURRY”

“I THOUGHT I HAD THE MUSCLE MEMORY”

“CLEARLY NOT ARTHER”

“ARTHER. WHY WOULD YOU SHIFT TO NEUTRAL??”

“YOU SAID THE CAR IN FRONT OF US STOPPED”

“HE SPED BACK UP ARTHER GET IN GEAR”

“STOP YELLING”

“ARTHER FUCK NO WHY WOULD YOU SHIFT TO 4th WE’RE TOO SLOW FOR THAT WE’LL NEVER ACCELERATE LIKE THIS. NO DONT DOWNSHIFT NOW WE’RE GOING SLOWER HIT THE CLUTCH FUCK”

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seat-safety-switch · 9 months

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When I was growing up, people used to get all froggy about how many cylinders their car’s engine had. Mine’s a V6. Well, mine’s a V8. Nowadays, that doesn’t matter so much: if you have a V8, that’s cool and all, but technology has moved on. Now, automakers will sell you cars that come with little three-cylinder lawnmower engines. With enormous turbochargers attached.

All these big automakers are finally returning to the glories of turbocharging, after having abandoned it in the 1980s for being “too dangerous” and “kind of crap.” Modern technology has made turbocharged engines more reliable, smoother-driving, and easier to live with in general. Those of us who never abandoned the forced induction lifestyle are wondering: what took you folks so long?

I remember the first time I strapped a turbocharger to an engine. We’d lured in a handful of art-college students and made them create an intricate turbo manifold for a 1993 Plymouth Breeze. The Breeze, as you may remember, was not any good at acceleration. Adding a turbocharger made it really good at acceleration. Eventually, one of the art students defected, becoming a mechanical weirdo like ourselves, having transitioned to the cult of boost from whatever pitiful religion he used to follow. I don’t remember his name. Let’s call him Choo-Choo.

Here’s the problem with a turbocharger: once you get bored of how much power it makes, you can tell it to make a little more power, but then you will get bored again. Then, you realize that since you’ve put in infrastructure to support a turbo, you can pull it and put in a bigger turbo, very easily. Say, one from a semi truck. And then one from a bigger semi truck. And then one from a Komatsu heavy loader that requires you to cut a hole in the hood just so that the compressor housing can fit.

Choo-Choo learned the limits of human enterprise on that day, when the Breeze ejected its pitiful automatic transmission into the heavens while on its way to what we all believed would be a 10.16 pass at 139 miles an hour. He survived, albeit forever changed. The last thing he told me was that he was going to go work for Ford, to spread the gospel of the snail to them, too. We laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and yet here it is. Ford’s greatest performance monster: the base-model 1.0-litre EcoSport.

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heyidkyay · 3 months

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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name | Before we grew up

A/N: Hey! Back with another addition to the George and Birdie universe since it was so well loved!! Honestly, the whole thing still surprises me and the fact that some of you wanted more of them actually made my heart hurt!! But I've missed them and writing this brought me a whole lot of joy, so I hope you enjoy! If this does well or it’s wanted I might write a few more like this sooo let me know x

Flashback moments | 'Before we grew up'.

“Okay, so when you’re ready just let go of the brake.”

I blinked, holding the steering wheel with an undeniable grip. “Right.” I murmured but didn’t make a move to follow the words.

George, whose brilliant idea this had all been, sat in the passenger seat of his dad’s Volkswagen, buckled in and attempting to exude an air of calm I really didn’t feel.

“You gonna let go?” He asked me after a long minute passed.

I swallowed thickly and removed my stare from where it’d been burning a hole in the windscreen so that I could look over at him. “How do I know when I’m ready?” I asked him and really didn’t appreciate the laugh he gave in return. I scowled. “What’s so funny about this? It’s a valid question!”

George just shook his head and exhaled breathily, obviously trying his best to dim the amused smile he now wore, “Honestly B, you’re just overthinking this and besides, you have it easy. It’s an automatic, barely have to do a thing.”

My scowl deepened. “Barely ‘ave to do a fing.” I mimicked in an accent similar to his deep drawl, it was his turn to frown then. I merely smiled sweetly.

“I’mma ignore that for now, ‘cause you’re a twat.” George retorted, “But also ‘cause I need to get the car back before dad notices it’s gone. So, can we get a move on?”

I inhaled deeply and fought off a whine that wanted to escape me- who the fuck said driving was easy?

“G, I’m being dead serious right now.”

He simply snorted, humoured by my anxieties, “I know, babe, and you’re doing so well.” I raised a brow at that and he smiled, “What? You are! You’ve turned the thing on, ain’t you?”

I took a hand off the wheel just to swat him, “Hilarious.” Before I was gripping it again once more, “Come on, just give me a count down or summat.”

G shook his head and looked towards the sky, as though anyone up there cared for the likes of us, then he sighed, “Fine, on three yeah? Then you let go of the brake and go.”

“On three.” I agreed with a nod, though it sounded breathy even to my own ears.

George reached out a hand to squeeze my thigh, probably in hopes to spur some proper motivation into me but all it did was make me think back to the previous evening when he’d had a free house. I shook my head, along with the thoughts of his hands and his lips, and settled into my seat with a newfound determination as I looked out onto the road.

It wasn’t as though it was anything too terrifying, I didn’t even have to bare left or right, just keep going straight. But still, I had the horrible feeling that this would be the thing that would seal my fate- imminently, or when George’s dad finally got home to find that his car had a barge pole sticking out of its front.

I released a shaky breath.

“Okay- one, two…”

And on three I finally let my foot slip away from the pedal, screaming a little to myself as the car began to roll.

“Yes, Birdie!” George grinned over at me, bouncing in his seat as he moved, “Now the accelerator.”

I laughed stiltedly, eyes wide as I pressed down on the other pedal, feeling the car bob at the sudden pressure.

“Easy.” George corrected but he was still smiling away, hand tapping at my leg. “Good girl. See? You’re doing it!”

And I was. I really was.

“Oh shit- break, break!” He then shouted out and I slammed on the brake pedal hard enough to have us both jerking forward in our seats, though the cat that was crossing the road continued in its languid stroll, barely even sparing us a glance.

It was after that I let go of the jittery excitement I felt, heart beating a mile a minute and my grin kilowatt. “Fuck.” I giggled, then glanced over to my left. G seemed to follow the former motion, chuckling to himself whilst we sat in the middle of a side road full of dimmed townhouses. “I wanna go again.” I told him.

He snorted, shaking his head and grinning. “Thought you were shitting yourself a second ago?”

I shrugged, not caring in the slightest how much truth his statement held. “Can we?”

G huffed another chuckle but ultimately dipped his head, “Go on then, when we get to the garages I’ll walk you through parking.”

“Alright, but only if I can do a doughnut or somethin’ first.” I countered, like I had any authority here. But George just laughed and said nothing more whilst I went to pull away from a stop once more.

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Christmas was always a hectic time of year. No one could deny me that. But since my dad’s passing, it had become a holiday that always came too quickly and dragged on for too long. This year though, this year was gonna be different.

See, I’d been living at Matty’s since the summer after the ‘incident’ as I liked to call it- everyone else seemed to roll their eyes at the name though. And whilst staying with them I'd come to realise a few things about myself.

Firstly, I loved all kinds of food.

Sure a strange thing to find out at my age, but I had an excuse! Alright? Staying with mum I’d pretty much had to feed myself and with money so scarce we’d only ever really had enough for the basics, or at least I did. Most of mum’s boyfriends had practically kept the food they liked under lock and key, even though nine times out of ten they hadn't been the ones to buy it. And so, this meant that I hadn’t had much opportunity to branch out, to get a feel for anything that wasn't canned, bagged, or frozen.

Secondly, I had a tad bit of childhood trauma lagging behind me. Most of which I’ll spare you the intimate details from, but that had an impact on the things I did even when I felt safe. Like, I hated not knowing if there was someone new stopping at the house, made me feel all itchy in truth. And the way I went out of my way to make sure I’d locked everything was a bit much; windows, my bedroom door, the backdoor, the front door, the bathroom door, the side gate. At one point I’d been stressing over the front entrance late at night but had felt too stupid to go and make a check to see if it was in fact closed, which had resulted in me waking Matty up to help me deal with a panic attack.

And thirdly, I had no idea how normal people spent Christmas.

This came to light when I’d all but baulked at the many traditions not just Matty and his family had, but also the rest of the lads.

Ross and his lot often ate their Christmas roast at lunch time then went out for a chinese later on that night. How they had the room for it, I have no idea. Hann, on the other hand, was dragged back and forth between all of his family members on the twenty-sixth instead of the fifth, due to extended family coming to visit from all other parts of the country.

Denise had a list of things she loved to do this time of year.

She’d set up a nativity outside, alongside the rest of the lights and usual decorations for the neighbours to come see. She ordered a real fur tree and then sent the boys out to go collect it with their dad once the day came. It was humongous and dropped needles everywhere, but was oh so beautiful. They always decorated it as a family, taking turns to put the topper on and finding the best branches to place sentimental ornaments. Stockings were hung by the fireplace with initials hand stitched on. And chefs typically came to cater Christmas day.

Gifts were also a big thing.

A very BIG thing.

As in, they were all so lovely and thoughtful to the point that Matty and his younger brother would have an actual meeting over what to get their mum and dad- which had melted my fucking heart, because what?

This year, I’d been forced upon them. But instead of making me feel like an intruder, they did what they always did and made me feel like one of their own.

“Love, will you get that for us?” Denise called out to me just as the doorbell went, “It’ll only be the postman.”

I smiled and nodded, happy to be of some help whilst she sent herself into a tizzy over tinsel. There’d been many deliveries as of late, so I was pretty much used to adding to the post-pile that was going on in the downstairs office.

Wandering out of the kitchen I padded over to the front door, opening it only to find that the postman wasn't there at all.

I blinked stupidly at the sight I was met with, a bright pink cab had taken over the majority of Denise’s driveway and getting out of the backseat was only my Nana.

The door handle fell from my grasp as I stepped forward on instinct, unsure of what the hell was even happening. “Nana?”

The older woman smiled over at me, eyes twinkling with mirth. Then a voice shouted out and I spotted a head of bright red curls fly out from behind the car’s boot to greet me, “Aunt Del too, Dove!”

“What?” I muttered, still so bewildered, but then I caught sight of another familiar face, a face that I didn’t think I'd be seeing until tomorrow. “Did you do this?”

George just chuckled softly, stepping closer to help my Nana over the gravel walkway, but he wasn’t the one who replied to my question. “Came down to fetch us, din’t he?” Nana replied in his stead, stretching a hand out once she got close enough, I blinked again and hurried to take it.

“He did?” I heard myself murmur, still so in shock. Practically rocking with the explosion of it.

Nana gave a sweet laugh, wrapping me up in a much needed hug and pressing a gentle kiss to my head before she pulled away, “Phoned us up a bit ago, wanted to surprise ya, darlin’.”

“Well, God. I’m surprised, that’s for sure.”

They all laughed, probably at the expression cast over my mug, but I couldn’t find it in me to even rebuke them. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“Best believe it, doll.” Aunt Del replied, smiling over at me whilst she and George trailed the bags they’d seemingly brought with them up onto the front step. “Our Georgie here went an’ planned it all, picked him up from the train station this morning.”

I let Del tackle me into another tight hug, allowing her to pepper me with a barrel full of kisses. All the while it seemed that Denise and Matty had come out to see what all the fuss was about, only- they didn’t look shocked at all.

“Surprise?” Denise sang out when she caught my gawping, waving a hand out from where she stood in the doorway.

“Did you all know?” I asked, my mind racing to catch up with the situation at hand. “How- I- This is so mad.”

Matty snorted at my crappy attempt at a sentence but I watched as he made his way on over, his mum just behind, so that they could introduce themselves. “All G’s idea, mate. Knew you were missing them and so, yeah we made this happen.”

“I can’t- just, wow.” Then I glanced over to where the one person that currently meant so much to me stood on the outskirts simply watching on. He glanced back.

“Merry Christmas, B.” George said, grinning slightly over at me, obviously pleased with my stuttering reaction.

I released the heavy breath I hadn’t even realised I'd been holding and strode over towards him, he caught me in his arms and held me with a prominent strength I didn’t know he had.

“Thank you.” I whispered once I felt as though I could, tears threatening to fall at the sincerity of it all. Never had I ever been so surprised. “Thank you.” I repeated and pressed a light kiss to the skin of his neck that was hiding behind the collar of his shirt and other many layers.

George squeezed me a little closer, then rocked us back and forth. When I finally pulled away I peered up at him with wet eyes and the brightest smile.

“I can’t believe you got away with all this.”

He laughed, but not his typical kind, no, this one was loud and carefree. Honest.

“Is that all you really care about?” He asked me, teasing, hands now at my hips.

I grinned upwards, “‘Course, can’t believe you did all this under my nose!”

Turning back towards the crowd that had gathered by the door, George’s arm fell to a loose hold on my waist and we made our way back over. Denise was already chatting away with Aunt Del and Nana had somehow roped Matty into an explanation about the band and the few stories she’d heard through G and I during our catchup calls.

At that moment, my heart had never felt so full. In fact, I don’t know how any other Christmas could top it.

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It had been a lovely day. The most amazing time, actually.

It still felt so unreal to look over and spot Denise in her wedding gown, all happy and glowing. In Portugal of all places, too! Matty was currently off trying to get with one of the many girls attending his mum’s reception, whilst his younger brother, Lou, tested his charm on a couple of the older folk in an attempt to make a bit of money, everyone else seemed fine to just putter about from table to table.

It had started to spit a little while ago, summer rain they’d said, and so I was the only one still standing out in the garden now, the rest of the party somewhere inside the villa or over at the gazebo. My bridesmaid dress was speckled with tiny water droplets that shimmered in the late setting sun but nothing too heavy. The rain here was almost a total contrast to that back home.

“There you are.” I heard someone say just as a pair of hands came to wind themselves around my waist, I leant back in their hold, smiling at the familiarity. “Thought you’d done a runner.”

“Nah, just enjoying the last of the sun.” I hummed, intertwining my fingers with his atop my stomach.

“As well as the rain.” George added with a light chuckle, but he didn’t seem to mind it much either. I nodded lightly, then felt him tuck my head under his chin. “Ross is sloshed.” He told me.

“Already?” I asked around a soft laugh, he hummed. “Lightweight.”

The noise from the party seemed to trickle out to greet us, but no one else seemed to want to step out into the rain. Content with the warmth inside.

“You havin’ a good time?”

I smiled at the question as well as the thumb that soothed the back of my hand. “The best.” I told him honestly, “It’s all been so lovely. Reckon I’d want something like this, you know.”

George was quiet for a long second before he spoke again, “Thought you didn’t want to be tied down. As free as a bird and all that.”

Chuckling, I shrugged a single shoulder. “Dunno. Seems cool, plus you get all that cake.”

An ugly snort escaped George at that, “Only in it for the cake then, I ‘spose.”

With a grin I tilted my head back so that he could see me, “Always!”

He narrowed his eyes down at me, eyelashes fanning the skin beneath them, then tugged me in a bit tighter, “You’re a right menace, you know that?” He murmured against the jut of my collar. I squirmed slightly in his hold, his breath tickling my neck.

“I guess it’d be nice to have a big party too.” I tacked on, if only to tease him further. And it appeared to work too, because he spun me around in his arms and I laughed at the unexpectedness of it.

The rain started to come down a little harder then, but I could hardly feel it with the weight of his gaze on me and the beam of the sun. An old Billy Idol song echoed out into the courtyard from the main room and George grinned at the sound, a favourite. “Fancy a dance?”

“What, back in there?” I wondered, not really all that up for being back amongst everyone else just yet.

George just shook his head though, as if reading my mind, and then dragged me further out onto the grass where the dampness which clung to the clipped stems soaked my feet.

He started to sway then, in time to the beat of Eyes Without A Face.

“Didn’t think you even could dance.” I murmured to him, then giggled as he spun me out, raindrops flicking up the backs of my legs before roping me back in.

“Full of surprises, me.” He quipped before dipping me into an exaggerated bend.

I gasped, unable to help myself, then shook my head, hair falling with it. “Warn me next time.”

George just grinned, eyes squinting with the power of it, then pulled me in closer, chest to chest now. His hands on my back, mine wrapped behind his neck. “Would make things boring, wouldn’t it?”

“What’s so bad about boring?” I shot back.

He huffed, the force of it fluttering my dampening hair and catching on the shell of my ear. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He assured me and I heard more than saw his smile.

Pleased, I hummed, loosening my hold on him so that I could rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. The rain continued to fall on and around us, neither George nor I caring for the way it clung to every available inch of our skin.

“I love you.” I heard him mutter above me, so softly I hardly even felt it resonate in his chest.

I turned to glance up at him again at that, eyes trailing across every inch of his face, taking in every detail he had to offer. “How do you know? For sure?” I questioned him in a faint whisper even though there wasn't another soul about to hear. I was still smiling away, only it was ever so soft, so warm.

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I know I love you because even on my worst days you’re all that gets through. There’s no pretending with us, you know every inch of me, the good, the bad, and still, you choose to stay. So I’ll love you today, and then tomorrow. I’ll love you til the day I die, and if there’s life after that, I'll love you then too.”

My eyes watered at the hit of his words, having expected something stupid like ‘you give good head’, or something as simple as ‘I just do’.

“You always manage to surprise me, you know that?” I chuckled quietly, fingers threading through the length of his hair.

George lifted his brows in turn and so I just smiled, humming as I coaxed him closer so that I could finally lean in for a kiss.

“I love you.” I repeated his earlier words once we parted, laughing loudly when he swept me up off my feet and around in a circle.

“You’d better.” He quipped straight back, laughing now too before he slipped on the damp grass beneath us and sent us both sailing to the ground.

“George!”

But he continued to just chuckle away, eyes bright and beaming. God, I thought, I was so, so gone.

#the 1975 #george daniel #fic #i guess i’ll take this pain fic #the 1975 band #matty healy #fluff #x reader #ross macdonald #adam hann #birdie #birdie and G #heyidkyay #george daniel x reader #george daniel the 1975 #george daniel fic

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aneptuniana · 7 months

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SELF [spotify]

"I am made of — junk, I’m just junk."

inspired by "money" by martin amis (1984)

"the plastic age" - the buggles :: "the last film" - kissing the pink :: "no more heroes" - the stranglers :: "both ends burning" - roxy music :: "modern love is automatic" - a flock of seagulls :: "the black hit of space" - the human league :: "dog eat dog" - adam & the ants :: "hit that perfect beat" - bronski beat :: "edge of seventeen" - stevie knicks :: "girls on film" - duran duran :: "legs" - the art of noise :: "the telephone always rings" - fun boy three :: "dead pop stars" - altered images :: "cars" - gary numan :: "get the balance right!" - depeche mode :: "plaza" - john foxx :: "showroom dummies" - kraftwerk :: "acceleration" - bill nelson :: "1981 - 2011" - public image ltd :: "ghost town" - the specials :: "up all night" - the boomtown rats :: "the damned don’t cry" - visage :: "the last of the international playboys" - morrissey :: "secret life" - soft cell :: "just give ‘em whiskey" - colourbox :: "sweetheart contract" - magazine :: "to cut a long story short" - spandau ballet :: "every 1's a winner" - hot chocolate :: "shoulder pads 1#" - the fall :: "the american" - simple minds :: "walking on thin ice (pet shop boys electro mix)" - yoko ono

[gapless playback and automix on - crossfade 5s]

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tiniedemon · 1 year

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superposition

part one

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high school had come and gone, and so had the first three years of college. summer was mild back home in south park, the sun hidden behind clouds and a soft breeze floating through the small mountain town.

y/n was woken by the sound of loud talking downstairs, barely muffled by the thin walls and a pillow over her head. she groaned and pulled the duvet further over her, huffing into the sheets smothering her face. after a few minutes of trying to sleep, she decided to give up and drag herself out of bed.

the sun pierced her eyes and attacked her head, a groan bubbling in her throat as she rubbed her fists against her eyes. she and kyle hadn’t gotten in until early in the morning, having spent the night on the road. upon checking the time on her phone, she groaned again. it was only nine in the morning, meaning she’d gotten about four hours of sleep.

she pulled a pair of pants over her legs and trudged her way down the stairs, using her fingers to comb out her hair. kyle was seated in the dining room around the corner with his mom, arms outstretched and yawning loudly. y/n let a small smile break on her face, attempting to quietly sneak up on her boyfriend. she grabbed him from behind, lacing her arms over his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to the stubble on his jaw.

“morning kylie, morning sheila,” she greeted hoarsely, plopping down in the chair beside her boyfriend. sheila’s face lit up, a bright smile forming as she leaned forward against the table.

“y/n! so good to see you again!” she exclaimed, the younger female chuckling fondly as she rubbed her forehead.

“good to see you too, sheils. how’s gerald doing?” the girl inquired. sheila huffed and launched into a long winded rant about her marital struggles. y/n listened for the most part, her mind preoccupied with twisting the many rings on kyle’s fingers. the male slouched in the chair beside her, one hand on the table and the other in his girlfriend’s lap.

“so, kyle was just telling me that you’re going out for a brunch date,” sheila gushed, y/n looking up at her with a confused scrunch of her nose. kyle groaned and threw his head back, dragging his free hand down his face.

“ma, you weren’t supposed to tell her,” he whined. sheila blushed and heaved a sigh, smacking a palm to her forehead.

“i’m sorry, bubbale,” she hummed. “i had no idea.” y/n laughed lightheartedly, looking to her boyfriend with a bright smile. his eyes were tired when he met her gaze, a frown pulling at his lips. the girl poked her boyfriend’s cheek and pushed, pulling one side of his mouth into a smile.

“it’s alright, love. we’ll still have fun,” she soothed. kyle stared at her for a few moments, a soft smile playing on his lips, before he patted her cheek and pushed his chair back.

“we should go get start getting ready for the day,” he spoke, announcing both to his girlfriend and his mother. y/n rose from her chair and bid sheila a quick farewell, following her boyfriend back to his bedroom.

after a quick shower together and an hour’s long makeover, the duo left the house. they settled into kyle’s small bmw, the male automatically passing his phone to his girlfriend.

“you can have aux today,” he hummed as he slowly accelerated through his neighborhood. they were quiet for the entire ride to the nearest coffee shop, save for y/n quietly humming along to the playlist she’d chosen. they arrived at tweek bros. coffee before long, the drive being a total of a few minutes. kyle parked along the sidewalk and turned to his girlfriend with a soft grin.

“why are you looking at me like that?” she inquired nervously, blushing under his loving stare. he shrugged and leaned in to plant a lingering kiss on her lips, thumb stroking her cheekbone.

“you just look especially beautiful today. c’mon, the guys are waiting on us,” he hummed. she raised an eyebrow but moved to exit the car, stopped by kyle’s hand on her wrist. he tugged her back in for another longer kiss, hand cupping the back of her neck.

“okay, what is up with you today?” she chuckled against his lips. he merely hummed, pressing a few more sweet kisses to her lips.

“you just looked like you needed a kiss is all,” he responded. she rolled her eyes and exited the car, kyle following her closely into the small coffee shop.

tweek tweak was behind the counter, a paper cup against his lips. he greeted them kindly after a long sip, a slight twitch to his eye but otherwise no sign of the spazz he was in his youth.

“the usual, guys?” he inquired, kyle giving a definitive nod. he was quick to insert his card, giving his pouting girlfriend no time to pull cash from her wallet. she huffed as she dropped a ten dollar bill into tweek’s tip jar, taking a moment to glance around the small coffee shop. it hadn’t changed since their visit last summer, aside from a few new knick knacks spread across the shelves and counter space.

wendy testaburger noticed y/n before the other girl had a chance, rushing over to pull her into a tight embrace.

“i missed you!” she exclaimed, dragging the girl towards the booth in the corner. stan marsh sat in the very center, neighbored by kenny mccormick and craig tucker. the three of them greeted her with polite waves and smiles, aside from craig, who flipped her off and continued speaking with stan across kenny.

“it’s so good to see you guys,” y/n gushed as she slid in beside craig. stan turned his attention from craig to y/n, aiming a big smile towards her.

“you’ve grown, l/n,” he commented, running a hand through his black hair. “you’re not as short as i remember.”

y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes, responding, “stan, you saw me, like, six months ago for christmas. shut the fuck up.”

“how’s the college life?” kenny inquired, leaning forward to better look at the girl he was speaking to. y/n cast a glance to her boyfriend, who was deep in conversation with the blonde behind the counter, and drummed her fingers against the table.

“i’ve got one more year at denver before i can go into med school and i’m pretty excited. it hasn’t been as hard as i thought it would be,” y/n responded, tugging at her earlobe. kyle approached then, bumping his girlfriend’s shoulder with his hip. she scooted closer to craig, the entire group shifting to give kyle a seat beside his lover. he settled in and slid a latte in front of y/n, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone as he did. she flushed and muttered her thanks, taking a short sip as her friends began discussing their own college experience.

“you look absolutely divine,” kyle whispered in her ear, the girl scoffing and casting her boyfriend a misbelieving glance.

“yeah, right kyle. i’m wearing a sweater and yoga pants and my hair is a mess,” she uttered. kyle sighed, adjusting the hem of her sweatshirt on her shoulder.

“you still look gorgeous to me.” y/n chuckled and twisted a loose red curl around her index finger, then letting the same hand fall against his cheek.

“i appreciate the compliments, handsome, but you are most definitely buttering me up for something.” kyle scoffed, rolling his green eyes and leaning forward.

“you know i don’t do the whole complimenting to get my way thing, sweetheart. i wouldn’t say something i didn’t mean.” y/n exhaled through her nose and narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before darting forward to deliver a quick peck to the tip of kyle’s hooked nose.

“as much as i’d love it if you guys fucked right here on the table in front of us, i wouldn’t. your pda is triggering my vietnam flashbacks,” stan deadpanned across the table, wendy delivering a sharp elbow to his ribs. y/n whipped her head to the side, noticing the eyes of all her friends trained on their show of affection. she flushed and slumped down in the booth, bringing the straw of her coffee to her sheepish smile.

“you act like you didn’t finger wendy under the table during our first double date,” kyle shot back, wendy sharing y/n’s humiliation as she sunk down in the booth as well.

“yeah, yeah. shut up. at least i didn’t hook up with a girl in a port-a-potty,” stan retorted, all eyes turning to kenny. he shrugged with a crooked smile, his missing front tooth showing. kyle rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, bumping y/n’s shoulder with his own.

“i love you, y’know that?” he hummed, y/n suspiciously nodding in response. he took a deep breath before he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and slid out of the booth. once he was standing, he pulled a small object from his pocket and dropped to one knee, a gasp immediately leaving y/n’s lips as her hands flew to cover her mouth.

“will you marry me, then?” he asked, hope glimmering in his green eyes. he opened the small box in his hand, revealing a simple wedding band. y/n nodded vigorously, joining kyle to kneel on the floor. he welcomed her embrace quickly, letting her sob happily into his neck and blubber her words of affection in his ear. he stroked her hair and cast a thumbs up to the camera wendy had aimed at the couple, smiling brightly.

y/n held out her left hand as he slid the ring onto her finger, pressing a chaste kiss to her knuckles. she pulled him into a soft kiss, followed by many more, followed by a sharp smack to his chest as she sniffled.

“you didn’t warn me, you assholes?” the girl whined as kyle helped her back into the booth, wiping tears from under her eyes. wendy grinned sheepishly at her, elbowing stan in the ribs again.

“sorry, y/n. kyle swore us to secrecy,” craig droned, cracking a small smile. y/n smiled so wide that her cheeks hurt as she gazed up at her fiancé, lacing their hands together over the table.

he pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below her ear, whispering, “i love you endlessly, kapara.”

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translations —

bubbale: sweetie, darling (term of endearment)

kapara: slang for sweetheart, “i love you so much you are the atonement of all my sins”

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park #superposition series

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diabolus1exmachina · 1 year

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BAE Vantare V12 (1 of 10).

British Automotive Engineering (BAE) is currently working on a new Bond-style sports car in Essex, Great Britain. Of course, it will be a grand tourer with a V12 under the hood. To avoid having to start on a blank sheet of paper, the BAE team led by actor and TV presenter Bradley Walsh looked around intensively and finally selected a good existing base. This comes from the Aston Martin DB9, which rolled off the production line at Gaydon between 2004 and 2016. By using base cars that have already been approved, it is possible to concentrate on other things that have to be developed. Only the roof and windows remain from the original body. All other body parts are given a new look in the style of classic sports cars, such as those driven by Sean Connery as James Bond 007. State-of-the-art hybrid materials such as carbon fiber composite are used for this purpose.

An the end, the newly created vehicle goes by the name of Vantare and is limited to just ten units. All upcoming owners will be able to configure their respective cars completely freely. In addition to colors for the paint and interior, this also includes mechanical upgrades that provide more power. Without these modifications, the six-liter V12 with automatic transmission already ensures that the Vantare accelerates from a standstill to 60 mph in 4.7 seconds and on to a topspeed in excess of 180 mph. Leather upholstery is available in a choice of smooth or suede and in modern or classic colors. There are also polished aluminium elements and hand-finished exposed carbon trim. Standard equipment also includes an advanced infotainment system with nine-inch touchscreen display, navigation system, DAB radio as well as Apple CarPlay and Android Auto.

#BAE Vantare #Aston Martin DB9 #James Bond 007

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asnowfern · 11 months

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Waiting on your badges by the phone

Was I supposed to be writing something else instead of this? Probably🤷🏻‍♀️

Inspired by Claudia by FINNEAS. Because Lucien would simp so hard after just one date.

CW: Slight NSFW

He licked a line down the length of her throat, relishing the feel of her pulse accelerating, the hitched breath, the unwitting whimper. He smiled against the soft skin and brought himself back up, capturing her lips once more.

As Lucien's eyes met the lidded brown eyes of Elain, he knew he was a goner. All over the span of one whirlwind of a day - from a random bump on the subway to the surprise meet at her bakery. A bright smile that had him waiting eagerly by the phone all afternoon for her to agree to dinner.

You were supposed to wait three days, her message teased. He could've scoffed.

No, one day was all it took for Lucien to know he would follow her to the ends of the Earth if she would have him. Walk when she said so, jump when she said so. It came as no surprise to him when his brain automatically offered to drive her home even though his apartment was an hour drive in the opposite direction. Especially not when the ride led to this in the car.

Elain sank her fingers into his hair and tugged on the long tresses roughly. He groaned into her mouth and slid a wandering hand under her skirt and up her thigh. He kept the contact light as he skirted back and forth, raising bumps along the soft skin with his callouses.

"Lucien" she gasped, her eyes blown wide with arousal.

"Elain" he replied teasingly as he inched his fingers higher. Higher and higher until he could feel the heat radiating through the damp cotton. She whined at the near contact and pushed her hips down for the much needed friction. He abruptly pulled back his hand, lifting it up to palm her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb as he purred, "Is there something you need from me?"

He caught a hint of a mischievous glint before she pushed him back into the seat with a strength he was not expecting. Her face beautifully flushed as she swung one leg over to straddle his lap. There was no hiding the evidence of his hard arousal pressing insistently against her core. She lowered her face for another searing kiss as she grounded herself into him.

Gods, he doesn't think he can ever get used to that sweet, sweet taste.

Lucien growled as his hips bucked upwards. More more more.

Elain broke off the kiss, her face hovering less than an inch away from his, "The question, Lucien, is what do you need from me?"

Her lips curved up into a smile that was entirely too sinful for existence and breathed into his ear, "Something for you to think about tonight."

She pushed herself off him, her hands lingering a touch too long on his chest. She grabbed her purse and gave him a jaunty wave.

"Good night." She laughed in a singsong voice and exited the car, leaving Lucien still and hard like a statue in the backseat.

His phone in the front buzzed, breaking him out of the spell.

Thanks for the fun night. I really enjoyed myself. Let's do this again sometime ;)

Lucien's fingers flew across the screen, sending out a reply before his brain could even comprehend the situation.

Minx!

Lucien swore he could still hear her laughing as he read her reply.

That night, Lucien sat in front of his laptop, giving his email one last contemplative stare before clicking send.

Thank you but I would have to kindly decline your offer for the opening in Adriata.

He thought there was nothing keeping him in Velaris anymore. But maybe, just maybe, there was still something or someone, worth him sticking around for.

Thank you for being so encouraging💞 @shadowriel @reverie-tales @thelovelymadone @octobers-veryown

#elucien drabble #elucien #acotar #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #modern elucien AU

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vexicwrites · 1 year

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The Strange Case of Dr. Wells & Mr. Thawne

Summary: the start of what may be a series of AUs examining the concept of Eobard framing Harrison rather than killing him

Warnings: none

Harrison didn't know much about the man who had been following him. He'd assumed, initially, that it was only a coincidence that he saw him so often - odd, but not malicious nor intentional. Starling City was, after all, only so big and if they both lived in the same area they were bound to see each other every once in a while. Then he'd gotten some notoriety and he began to wonder if the blond man was a stalker, an obsessed fan - though, that didn't seem right either. He'd been around before the fame and accolades and...he never did anything, Harrison had never even caught him glancing his direction. It really would have seemed entirely coincidental if it weren't for the fact that for the past 15 years every one of his worst days had coincided with a glimpse of the man, even after he'd moved to Central City, too upset by his wife's death to stay. Hell, he was pretty sure he remembered seeing him the day of the car accident that had killed Tess.

Harrison wasn't superstitious but he also wasn't blind, that damn man was a constant silent presence like a foreboding omen. He'd even been in attendance the night the particle accelerator had been turned on - the night everything had gone so horribly, horribly wrong. But, not every visit coincided with a tragedy, at least not that he could see. The man had also been present in the hospital when Harrison had seen Barry Allen code and spoken to Detective Joe West. He'd only seen a glimpse of the blond man but Harrison, perhaps foolishly, had decided that he wasn't going to let this harbringer of misfortune cause anyone else to suffer and convinced the detective to let Barry be taken to S.T.A.R. Labs where he and whatever team he had left could help.

Maybe he should have said something to someone, perhaps he could have prevented any future trouble, but at the time he truly hadn't thought it anything worth bothering Barry or the CCPD about. He had no reasons to bring it up, the man had never actually done anything that he could see, his suspicions were completely irrational. Until they weren't.

The last thing Harrison had expected upon arriving downstairs was Cisco standing in front of what appeared to be The Reverse Flash in the containment field he'd built months ago but in moments, the man in yellow had vanished - a hologram. Cisco looked hurt and betrayed when he turned to face Harrison. Harrison didn't have to be a genius to put the pieces together.

"Cisco-" He started but Cisco cut him off.

"You're him," Cisco said, quiet anger coloring his voice. "You're The Reverse Flash."

Harrison sighed, trying to keep his own emotions under control. "It certainly looks-"

"You killed Barry's mom, you killed all those people! Why?" Cisco asked, voice raising slightly.

"Cisco, I know that you're upset, but I need you to calm down-"

Harrison wheeled forward and Cisco automatically scrambled back, onto the containment unit, afraid. Harrison hadn't expected that, he'd never expected to see such a look on any one of his team's faces.

"No," Cisco said, slamming the on button for the unit. "No. This ends now. I'm not playing your game anymore, you're not using me or Caitlin or Barry ever again!"

Harrison paused, looking over the scared younger man critically, surveying the situation.

"You altered the polarity of the containment field. Smart man. That would probably stop me if I was The Reverse Flash but I am not. You have the wrong man." Harrison said, beginning to lose his patience.

"Stop lying! We know, we all know!"

Harrison wheeled forward again and heard the faint click of the safety on a gun being turned off to his left. Eddie or Joe, maybe both, were present - good information to have. Barry was probably near as well. Harrison wondered how long they'd been planning this setup.

"I promise you that I am not lying to you and I am willing to do whatever you need for you to trust me again - you and Caitlin and Barry. All of you." Harrison said calmly before reversing his wheelchair and wheeling towards the elevator, adding; "by the way, you can come out now."

"You can't just leave!"

Barry. Harrison paused in front of the doors with a resigned sigh though he knew he didn't have to, Barry could easily catch up to him. He couldn't imagine how much time and resources had been wasted on trying to trap him - he was frustrated for himself and on Barry's behalf.

"I'm not going anywhere but back to my lab, Mr. Allen." Harrison said, turning his chair to face the young speedster. "I have work to do but if you are so inclined you are welcome to accompany me. In fact, I'd prefer it if you did, I'd like to see what led you all to the conclusion that I am The Reverse Flash."

He could see the indecision on Barry's face and he felt a wave of sympathy wash over him. It had to be difficult, to be so sure that someone you trusted with your very life was the one trying to destroy it.

"I'm not asking you to trust me again," Harrison said quietly. "I'm asking you to give me the chance to earn that trust back. To prove to you that I am not the man in yellow."

He waited, hoping the young man would give him a chance. He saw the conflict in Barry's hazel eyes, the way his jaw set in silent anger and frustration, but eventually he nodded.

"Fine." He said, gesturing for Harrison to enter the elevator.

Harrison did so, feeling somewhat relieved. He'd have to start from square one with the team but at least he still had a chance.

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marauders-but-chaotix · 7 months

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how the marauders drive a car:

remus: obviously holding the wheel with his left hand only and the other on his or sirius' thigh. he drives with music but only allows his own playlist and no-one else's, claiming "driver's rights"

james: right hand on the wheel at 2 o'clock and the left arm against the window. taylor swift and indie pop playing as loud as possible and nodding along with it. as the flash mcqueen variant he is, he would sometimes make these crazy acceleration when everyone is in the car to piss them off

sirius: bold of you to assume sirius is allowed to drive a car. he only drives his motorcycle and doesn't get "why should he learn to drive a car when he can take remus behind him on his motorbike"

peter: definitely drives an automatic car and didn't want to bother learn manual shift. hands in 10-10 position with the music depending on who he's driving with but it's always good vibes

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radical-revolution · 4 months

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Dear fellow beings,

In yet another of our human narratives, we’ve labelled the old year as finished. And therefore, the old year must inevitably be followed by a “new year”. With those man-made categories, along comes something even more ludicrous called a “new year’s resolution”.

These new year’s resolutions require looking “back” and looking “forward”. When we do that, we see that things in the world haven’t been too easy in the recent past. And from the way it’s all going, it looks like the future won’t be easy either. Ecological destruction is one big reason. Another is that the old lords and masters are so threatened by newbies who want to be just like them and particularly by those who are managing to achieve that.

But we’re caught: How can we stop a billion Chinese wanting to clean their butts on the toilet seat the way a few million Japanese clean theirs? And how can we deny the aspiration of a billion Indians to water their lawns and dry their clothes with automatic dryers the way Americans do? The pain felt by those who were once lords as they watch the rise of subordinates is splendidly captured by none other than the great Satyajit Ray in his beautiful film Jalsaghar.

And if all the wannabes do get what they want, like a billion Indians and Chinese getting their own cars, taking holidays in campervans or on Mallorca and Aruba, and a whole lot more, which they surely deserve as much as those who presently have all that, then what? Surely that will not only accelerate ecological destruction but may well lead to global warfare as the former lords and masters use all their might to cling to their old privilege and control.

So, in the big picture, it’s hard to make an upbeat new year’s resolution for the world from anyone’s point of view. All I can do personally myself, is re-resolve to follow what Gautama taught.

I came to this resolution because the only way I can liberate myself from the delusion of expecting a perfect society is to follow this man Gautama. And because the only way I won’t be caught in the games of the dream is to wake up from the dream, not by adding even more systematic dreams in the name of politics, the economy, science, technology and the rest.

I also want to put effort into letting other human beings know what Gautama taught. I have come to realize that the only reason why people like Gautama, Lao Tzu and Mahavira are not widely known today is because of colonial and neocolonial might that has convinced itself that its own modernity is “the end of history” and convinced the rest of the world that westernization and modernization are one and the same.

That is why Obama quotes Kant and not Mahavira, why Deng Xiaoping quotes Karl Marx and not Gautama, and why people in the larger world only know about Kama Sutra not Arthashastra. I have read philosophers like Aristotle, Kant, Hegel and Marx, though of course not thoroughly. But I have also not read the Buddha’s teachings thoroughly. Still, I’ve so far not found any insight into so-called reality that these western writers have said that the Buddha has not said, and I’ve found so much that the Buddha said that those writers have not even begun to say.

It's one thing for traditions to die out if they are archaic, useless, or harmful like female infanticide, genital mutilation or forced enslavement. But the degeneration of genuine wisdom traditions into nothing more than objects of anthropological interest is a grave and even dangerous loss to humanity.

So I ask those who share my concern and aspiration to join me in this or a similar resolution. May this year bring you wakefulness and cheerfulness. And in doing so, may that bring us confidence and free us from panic and anxiety.

— Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse

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