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blissfullyecho · 1 year

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how to start living in your “it girl” era | 2023 🍸 pt. 1

this is just a fun, random list. feel free to start implementing these ideas into your life to make you feel more like you’re in your “it girl” era 🤍 again: this is meant to be fun. no negativity please.

i. when at lounges, casinos, cocktail bars, nice restaurants, etc.

if you’re of age, try ordering more “upscale” beverages at the bar like classic cocktails (the manhattan, negroni, martini, etc.), wine, or champagne.

it’s also more fun to go during the downtime, late night hours on the weeknight (monday-thursday… even though thursday might start getting busy). unless you want to be in a louder environment where everyone and their mom is on top of each other, ordering over your shoulder because the bar is packed, then go at more quieter times. dressing up nicely, going to a nice establishment, and ordering a nice drink when it’s dimly lit, upscale, and there’s only a few people in there is such a vibe.

if you can, try ordering an uber luxe/premium to the restaurant or valet your car. ***make sure to tip***

ii. when at home

lounge in nice quality pj’s. silk/satin shorts and a sleepy shirt work very well. if it’s cold, opt for longer sleeves and pant legs.

drink water or any beverage you have in a glass, not the bottle or the can it came in.

of course, keep your place smelling good and clean. burn a high quality candle (i find that the expensive candles are definitely worth the money). for a home fragrance, lean less towards scents like vanilla, and more towards scents that are more perfume-like.

if you’re in the process of adding decor to your place, a lot of luxe interior designers like to add those random “art” pieces like sculptures, bowls, paintings, and other random decor around. but they like to keep the furniture minimal. the ambience is almost always natural sunlight during the day, and dark, dim, moody lighting during the evening.

iii. your social media

remain mysterious— posting several times a day, everyday is a bit much. unless you’re an influencer, limit posting to a few times a week, if that. “oh she posted again” doesn’t necessarily scream that you have a life.

keep your photos of similar quality with one another. using the same filter or preset keeps everything uniform if social media matters to you.

refrain from posting when you’re not at your best. refrain from posting you venting about something. be mindful of what you post. does it represent you as a person?

iv. your attitude (to others and yourself)

don’t be a rude person. don’t be bitter. don’t be resentful. don’t be negative. don’t gossip about others. don’t participate in the weird trend of self-deprecating “humor”. you should know you’re that girl, and you should move like her too. you should act in a way that you won’t accept nothing but the best, but still remain humble enough to know that it might take a bit of work on your part. raise your standards with men, raise your standards with friends, raise your standards with yourself. don’t compare your journey or yourself to others, even if they’re on a similar journey. be kind, be loving, and keep it moving on a positive note at all times

again, this was just a FUN post. if you wanna implement some of these ideas, perfect. if not, that’s fine too. love you lots xoxo

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melanated-writersblock · 5 months

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OMGP Prologue

For those of you that actually appreciate some sort of plot😩🍸

For as long as you’ve known him, Toji Fushiguro has never been one to back down from a challenge. He’s always going out of his way to prove you wrong and it only got more frequent after you two got together. So when you made a passing joke about how Toji wouldn’t be able to survive the infamous No Nut November, he took that shit to heart.

And the challenge was set.

But it’s not like he was just doing it for the sake of novelty, there was a reward. You and Toji made a pact that if he completed No Nut November SUCCESSFULLY, then when the clock stuck 12 midnight on December 1st, he could have you. Whenever he wanted. However he wanted. You offered up more days, in case he’d need breaks. But he insisted, saying he only needed one. And when you two shook on it, Toji smiled, because he knew he’d win.

The month was long, and obviously it was a pain not being able to touch him and him touch you. The sexual tension that radiated off of the both of you when lounging in opposite sides of your apartment felt stronger than any cursed energy a sorcerer could possibly harness. It was almost concerning. Finally, November 30th came.

2:30 PM.

There was a certain…peace…that fell over the apartment, all day. You knew Toji was around, because you could hear his footsteps and movements when he went to do stuff….but it seemed like he was purposely avoiding you. Matter of fact, you KNEW he was avoiding you!

7:45 PM.

You were in the kitchen making dinner and needed something from an overhead cabinet above the stove, and SOMEONE decided to conveniently place it further back than you could manage. Toji watched you from the living room couch as you bent over the stove slightly, reaching as far back into the cabinet as you could for garlic salt that genuinely shouldn’t have been there. He studied the way the hem of your shorts rode up your ass cheeks and got caught between your thighs. He wanted to be between them so badly. He NEEDED to. He wanted to see you struggle for a bit, before he could put you out of your misery. At least in the only way that was allowed, for now. “Stop, before you hurt yourself. I got it.” You hadn’t even processed that Toji was already behind you when he leaned over you to grab the seasoning salt. Oh god he was so close. He smelled good, he FELT good, big and firm, like he’d gotten impossibly stronger or something. It made you wonder how many poor sorcerers had to suffer because of this silly little bet. His abs pressed against the folds of your clothed back, and maybe you were just that feral, but you swore on your soul you could feel his hardness right against your ass. You didn’t dare look him in the eyes…unless you were ready to throw your 30 day streak down the fucking drain. He knew what he was doing to you, and he enjoyed that it was working. Toji handed the spice to you, smiling to himself before walking off. You finally stopped holding your breath, and went back to cooking.

9:26PM.

Time was tormenting you both. You took your 2nd cold shower of the day and it didn’t help a damn thing. Toji flipped through channels to try to distract himself from even looking in the direction of the bathroom in your shared bedroom.

10:32 PM.

Toji poured a glass of water in the kitchen, and you watched from behind your phone screen on the couch as he drank, and droplets of water trickled down his chin…down his neck…down to his fitted SavagexFenty shirt that you actually regret buying for him right about now. This man had the actual BALLS to LOOK AT YOU while this was happening. Your eyes stayed locked on each other while he came back to sit on the other couch across the room. He was almost at the finish line.

11: 45 PM.

You laid in bed, dozing off. You decided to turn in after you felt like the tension between you and Toji started to die down. In and out of sleep, your eyes lazily swayed between the clock on your nightstand and the cracked bedroom door where faint light from the living room TV reflected on it. Everything was so peaceful that you hadn’t even noticed your clock inching towards 11:58 PM. You close your eyes for a mere few seconds, opening them to see Toji removing his shirt as he walks through the bedroom door tossing it off to the side as he walks towards you, undoing his sweatpants with a devilish smile.

It’s officially midnight. December 1st is here. And you’re in for a long day.

December 1st

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butterfliesandblueeyes · 20 days

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IF YOU WANT IT

🍸 You spot Bucky staring at you from across the club. The sexual tension overpowers the room. So what will you do about it? pairings : Bucky Barnes x reader w/c : 1.6k warnings : 18+ Minors DNI, p in v sexual intercourse, semi public sex, unprotected sex a/n : As always, I hope you enjoy reading and thank you for the support! ‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗‗

The club is filled with the smell of alcohol, sweaty bodies and an array of perfumes. Your friends dragged you here after a few days of lounging around in your pajamas and feeling sad over a guy who never deserved you in the first place.

The light blue dress that Stella lended you is surprisingly a perfect fit. Your black strappy heels are starting to make your feet ache and to top it all off you've had enough alcohol to make you at least tipsy but you don't feel drunk. Not even in the slightest.

Blue eyes bore into you. Bucky's eyes found you as soon as you entered the club and he couldn't take them off of you. You were stunning. Beautiful. When he heard your voice ordering your drink of choice, he melted. Your tone was sweet and kind and when you flashed the bartender your gorgeous smile, Bucky smiled with you.

He was nudged in the ribs by his blonde best friend Steve. "You keep staring at her like that and someone here will call the police." Steve joked. Bucky scoffed and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. His eyes found you again but this time you were looking right at him. A drink in your hand and a small smile on your lips. Your tongue stuck out to wet your bottom lip and Bucky gulped. He flashed you a shy smile. Bucky's eyes followed your movements as your drink was lifted to your lips and you begun sucking your straw seductively. Buckys pants felt a little tighter.

Stella leaned into you to whisper something into your ear, not paying too much attention to her you gave a giggle in response. Your eyes never left this beautiful stranger. His dark brown hair curled around his ears. Blue eyes shone in the dark club and a muscled body was covered in a plain white t shirt and some dark jeans with sneakers covering his feet. You thought he was perfect.

Stella wrapped her hand around your arm and dragged you towards the dance floor. Your eyes left the man you were eye fucking seconds ago.

When you were in the middle of the dance floor, you looked towards his table but he wasn't there anymore. A sadness washed over you. You wish he would've come over to talk to you, say absolutely anything to you so you could hear his voice. You imagined it to be deep and masculine. Sexy too. You lost your chance with him.

You turned around to face your friends when you caught sight of him. Standing at the edge of the dance floor watching you. You smiled to yourself, feeling giddy inside. You started swaying your hips while maintaining eye contact with him. You wanted him to know you were dancing for him and only him.

He slowly started making his way towards you. Various girls latched their eyes onto him as he walked past but you didn't feel jealous. After all his eyes were only on you and they weren't leaving anytime soon. You felt beautiful, powerful even under his gaze. When he was standing in front of you, you turned around and he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him so your ass was almost pressing against his crotch.

He swayed in time with you, his big, strong hands moved to grip your hips. You lifted your arm to curl around the back of his neck. This brought your bodies even closer and now your back was flush against his chest. You felt his hot breath fan against your exposed neck. "I'm Bucky." he introduced himself. Your panties felt even more wet as he revealed his name to you. It was unique but sexy. It suited him. And his voice was just how you imagined it to be.

You turned around in his arms, looking up into his eyes. His hands were still placed firmly on your hips and your hands on his chest. You gave him your name and he smiled. "Beautiful." He spoke. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to meet yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues entered each other's mouths and your other hand came up to hold his stubble covered cheek.

You pulled back from him, scanning your surroundings to see if anybody was watching you. When all was clear you laced your fingers with Bucky's and dragged him towards the bathrooms.

You push Bucky into an empty stall. With his back flush against the wall he lets out a breathy laugh. "Well this is unexpected."

You went right back to kissing him. All teeth and tongue. It was desperate and rushed. You wanted to feel more of him so you wrapped your hands around his neck and brought him closer to you. His hands started on your hips but moved to cup your ass and give it a squeeze here and there.

You ran your hands down his front, feeling all the bumps and ridges of his toned body. When you reached his hardening cock you grasped it through his pants, rubbing your hand up and down.

Bucky pulled away from your lips and grabbed your wrist. "You really wanna do this?" he asked. You nodded your head. "Say it."

"Yes Bucky." You breathed. He crashed his lips onto yours. His hand going between your thighs to rub your clothed, soaking pussy. You threw your head back and let out a breathy moan.

Bucky hooked his fingers around the tops of your panties and slowly started to pull them down your thighs then your legs to your feet. You lifted one foot after the other. Leaving your panties on the floor, Buckys hands found the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up and you locked your ankles just above his ass.

With one hand under your thigh and your back supported by the stall wall, he started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His pants fell around his ankles.

He ran a finger up your slit, from hole to clit. You spasmed as his finger grazed your throbbing clit over and over. "Fuck, you're soaking for me. Don't even need to lick your pussy." Bucky whispered.

Your pussy became even wetter at his filthy words. "Fuck me already." You begged him.

"I'm getting there, sweetheart." Bucky responded while laughing at your desperation.

He pulled his boxers down his thick thighs as his rock hard cock sprung out. Your eyes widened as you took in his size. Thick and long, leaking with precum.

He grabbed his cock, fisting it a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

"Yes please." At your confirmation he slowly started to push his cock into your tight hole inch by inch. He stopped halfway after hearing a hiss escape your mouth.

"You okay?" he questioned.

"Yes." You nodded. "Keep going." Bucky pushed in further until he bottomed out inside you.

"So tight." he laughed in which you blushed.

He started to move his hips, slowly until you got used to the feeling of him inside you. Breathy moans left your lips as Bucky sped up. Snapping his hips into yours.

"Oh fuck, faster." You begged in which he sped up. You grabbed onto his hair as he fucked you against the bathroom stall.

Your moans turned into high pitched squeals as he was hitting every spot inside you. He placed his hand over your mouth so you two wouldn't get caught.

You pulled his hair in which his head fell back as he picked up his pace, going faster and harder. "Yes yes yes." You chanted.

Bucky rubbed circles over your clit and your eyes snapped shut as you felt tingles start in your lower belly and gradually move all throughout your body.

"Oh Bucky. I'm gonna come." You announced.

"Yeah? Come, sweet girl. Come on my cock." He egged you on, rubbing your clit faster.

Your body exploded into euphoria. Tingles all throughout your body and you gripped Bucky's shoulders for support. "Oh God."

Bucky kept snapping his hips into yours, chasing his own high now that you had yours. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

A few seconds later Bucky pulled out of you and exploded all over your thighs and the bottom of your dress that was bunched around your waist.

Both your panting filled the empty bathroom. "Wow." Bucky breathed.

You gave him a quick peck before unlocked your ankles from around his waist as he placed your legs back on the ground. You bent over to pick up your panties as Bucky pulled his boxers and pants back up.

You bunched your panties up in your hand and placed them in his pocket. "What are they for?" he asked with a smirk on his face.

"For you to keep. To remember our time together." You said as you unlocked the stall and walked to the sink to wash your hands and check your appearance. You could see Bucky staring at you in the mirror with a puzzled look on his face.

"We aren't gonna see each other after this?" he asked.

You turned around to face him after wiping your hands on a paper towel. "Of course we are Bucky. I would never let a cock like that go."

The smirk returned to Bucky's face as he walked towards you. "Just my cock huh?"

"Maybe you're a little good looking too." You joked.

You walked towards the exit. Bucky's eyes trained on your ass.

" You coming?" you asked over your shoulder.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader

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midnightfms · 2 months

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are we in the mood for a little shorthand character development?? i thought it might be fun to do a little late night themed inbox game where we can send out some question adjacent emojis and delve into our muses' nighttime routines! if you'd like to receive questions for this game, make sure to like this post! if you are playing, make sure to send out some emojis associated with the questions below to everyone who likes this post!

💭 what was your last good dream about? 👹 what was your last nightmare about? ⭐ do you have any hobbies that can only be done at night? ☕ are you able to drink coffee at night? 🤳🏼 post your most recent late night selfie. 🌜 what's the last thing that woke you up in the middle of the night? 💙 are you the big or little spoon when cuddling? 🍾 what's your craziest after hours story? 🎧 make a late night playlist of 5 songs. 👻 do you believe in ghosts? 🖐 have you ever stolen anything? 🌠 what wish would you make on a shooting star? 😴 are you a back, side or stomach sleeper? 🛌🏼 describe your bed in detail. 🍼 did you have any special bedtime rituals as a child? 🍚 what's your favorite midnight snack? 🪐 which planet do you identify with the most? 🍸 what drink, if any, do you usually order from the lounge? 🧼 list your muse's nighttime routine step-by-step. 🛸 have you ever seen a ufo? 💀 what did your last regretful late night text say? 🌇 sunrise or sunset? 💤 what helps you fall asleep if you're feeling anxious? 👕 what do your favorite pajamas look like? 🌃 make a small aesthetic moodboard of what night means to you.

#midnightgame

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pedromirfilho · 11 months

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🍸 lounge

#gif #animation #artists on tumblr #pedromirfilho #toonsquid

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kindlingkeen · 2 months

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I find joy in thinking about Jason Todd just about anytime/anywhere. Lounging on a pool deck shaded by palm trees is definitely my new favorite way to do it, though. 🏝️🍸😎

It does wonders for writers block, too. 👩‍💻

#if only i could stay on vacation forever #i would write so much fanfic #just think of all the AUs 🤤#jason todd #writing #fanfiction

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xhyllacreations · 2 months

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Oasis Spring Re-done

My favourite builds and townies re-done for Oasis Spring!

Lot types legend: 🏘️Residential 🍸Bar 📦Community Space 🎤Lounge 🌃Nightclub 🏊Pool 🍴Restaurant 🛒Retail 💆🏻‍♀️Spa 💒Wedding Venue ✨I made some small alterations to this building and uploaded edited version to my gallery

Acquisition Butte

🏘️Yuma Heights by tiffsaskia 🏘️Refur. Affluista Mansion by Zoroxfin 🏊Desert Bloom by Jironizette ✨

Skyward Palms

🏘️- Courtyard Oasis - by catatron16 🏘️1256 Rio Verde Road by enzoferrari583 🏘️Sultry Springside by maydussa 🏘️Granada Place by JustJoshin007

Mirage Canyon

💒1001 NIght Wedding by SimjaSim 🎤The Solar Flare - Reno 2 by SpecterKitsune 💆🏻‍♀️Tranquil Spa/Gym/Pool by TeaaLuni 🍸Moroccan Tea House by pmiguelviegas ✨ ----- CC: Moroccan Tea Set (CurseForge)

Bredrock Strait

🏘️Moroccan Oasis by pmiguelviegas 🏘️Slipshod Mesquite (Reno) by Simlicy 🏘️Agave Abode by JetSetSimmer 📦Oasis Comunity Space by Amalily 🏘️Sandtrap Flat Remodel by InBell

Parched Prospect

🛒Moroccan Market by pmiguelviegas 🍴Tiny Moroccan Restaurant by SpeechlessMJfan 🏘️Moroccan Villa by piotran92 🌃Luxurious Moroccan Lounge by anaquadros 🏘️Moroccan Family Home by misssimreno

Townies

Landgraab Makeover by simmaddness

~♨ Caliente ✽ Makeover ♨~ by rikkedonkii

Johnny Zest Makeover by Sims4Sarah

Roomies household:

Zoe Patel Skilled ♡ by Choupie2009

Roomies Mitchell Kalani by mudduck3000

J HUNTINGTON III Makeover by BitterCreations

♥ New Gavin Richards ♥ by MeekaDenimore

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 download #xhylla save file #sims 4 save file #sims 4 save files

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frootjice · 2 years

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The Solar Flare 🍸

I just feel like The Solar Flare deserved a much needed re-decoration! I wanted something a little more “old” and just kind of dated, i think it’s cute at-least!

info 📂

- CC Included

- 30 x 20 lot

- Located in: Oasis Springs

- Lot type: Lounge

added packs needed: spa day, outdoor retreat, moshino stuff, romantic garden stuff, decor to the max kit

download 📂

#TS4 #ts4 simblr #ts4 screenies #ts4 build #ts4 custom content #ts4 build mode #ts4 buy mode #ts4 lot #ts4 lounge #ts4 community lot #blorm dl

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altocat · 2 years

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It’s the weekend! HC of AGSZ drunk shenanigans please XD 🍺🍹🍸🍷

Everyone gets TRASHED. Hoo boy...

Angeal:

-Typically just starts laughing at everything, even if it isn't that funny. Literally the dumbest, loudest doofus you could have ever imagined, wobbling about snorting and giggling over complete nonsense.

-Barfed in the big plant pot in the hallway.

-FINALLY had enough courage to ask the cute girl at the front desk out! Go Angeal! You got this! Too bad he's pretty unintelligible and swaying about.

-Has thrown dreams and honor aside for a comfy blankie and some rest. He sleeps for twenty hours after this bender.

Genesis:

-Is in full chaotic gremlin mode, causing all sorts of trouble and being as LOUD as he wants! It’s PARTY TIME and you gotta DEAL WITH IT!

-Has pulled Sephiroth into a corner multiple times for “private time”.

-Is strangely enough the most sure-footed out of all of them? No stumbling or falling. He’s actually even more graceful than ever when he’s like this.

-Humor is sharp enough to cut a knife.

-Takes Sephiroth’s face and nuzzles the hell out of it. Doesn’t care.

-Has completely forgotten even the most simplest of lines from Loveless??? For some reason, it all completely escapes him.

-Will happily fly out the window if you don’t grab him in time.

-Oh look, that “nuzzle” turned into something else 8′D

Zack:

-Is technically NOT of legal age to drink! Shame on you, Angeal!

-Mostly just gets sleepy and overly chill. Just kinda laying there vibing.

-No one actually knows what he’s saying??

-Spouts random bits of helpful wisdom that break the tension. Might actually be the smartest person in the room at the moment.

-Will wingman whatever the hell Genesis and Sephiroth are doing in the closet.

Sephiroth:

-Gets oddly visibly shy and easily flustered when drunk. Emotions are suddenly 100% more prominent than his typical stoic façade. It’s pretty cute tbh.

-A clumsy baby animal. Has run into anything and everything in the vicinity. Sad murder kitten. Having a bad day.

-Is trying his actual best to sound logical and in control. Mostly just ends up wandering into the supply closet and gets lost.

-Is, in fact, completely useless at the moment. Might actually just full-on wander into traffic if no one keeps an eye out.

-Incoherently mumbles some weird shit asking when “Professor Gast is coming back?”

-Ended up kind of just strolling into the lounge and curling up into a ball on the sofa there. No one bothers him.

Cloud:

-Has to clean up the next day =___=

#sephiroth #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #ffvii #ff7 #cloud strife #crisis core #AGSZ #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #honorcanons #gencanons #zackcanons #asks #loling #sephgen

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fctyacts · 1 year

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( 🍸 ) 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝚰𝐆𝐇𝐓 *

La puesta del sol indica que el día está por alcanzar su fin. La ciudad, apenas iluminada por el cielo anaranjado y las luces que empiezan a encenderse, encuentra uno de sus apogeos de movimiento: gente apresurada que abandona sus lugares de trabajo y camina de regreso a casa por las calles de la Gran Manzana.

Otra jornada laboral concluye, en especial para les miembres de The Factory. Y esto no es sorpresa, pues el misterio alrededor de la primera reunión fue suficiente para captar la atención de los paparazzi que les siguen a diario. La información del club llegó a las manos de los medios, que se preguntan desde cuándo es que estas personalidades se conocen. ¿Hijes de políticos, gente de negocios, celebridades, modelos e influencers? Estos mundillos tienden a encontrarse, claro, pero cada uno tiene sus esferas bien marcadas y diferenciadas, por lo que esta mezcla extraña ha dado de qué hablar. Acciones en subida, potenciales inversores, propuestas laborales… La notoriedad del club ha encontrado la forma de beneficiar a cada une de sus integrantes.

Sacando el máximo provecho de que el club va de boca en boca, Xavier García, magnate de los bienes raíces y aficionado al arte, extendió una cordial invitación para todes les miembres. ¿El motivo? La pre apertura de un espacio que funde lo artístico con un merecido descanso post trabajo. Rockland, ubicado en Dumbo, Brooklyn, está especialmente pensado para que empresaries, artistas y personas de la élite se reúnan al atardecer luego de una extenuante jornada. Jazz, house, bossa nova y una iluminación tenue que invitan a la calma y la desconexión. No solo se ofrece un bar con una ilimitada carta, sino que, en el piso medio, existe una pequeña galería de arte que expone obras contemporáneas y clásicas. En la entrada, fotógrafos te reciben para darle rienda suelta a una noche apacible.

INFORMACIÓN OOC:

Esta actividad tiene duración de una semana, por lo que concluirá el próximo jueves 9 de marzo.

Otra vez estaremos roleando con starters abiertos. Durante el transcurso de esa actividad, de todas formas, estaremos implementando algunas dinámicas.

No hay un código de vestimenta estricto pues es más que nada una apertura afterwork. Sus personajes pueden llegar al espacio con lo mismo que utilizan para sus ocupaciones. Es casual, no una fiesta. ¡Les invitamos a compartir sus looks!

Rockland está en un edificio ubicado en la costa del barrio DUMBO, en Brooklyn. Desde la terraza, donde también hay un bar, puede apreciarse la vista de Manhattan como también el famoso Jane's Carousel del Brooklyn Bridge Park.

Para mayor inmersión, les dejamos un vistazo al interior del lounge: salón principal, 02, 03, 04, bar interno, vistas a la ciudad desde el interior / x. También les dejamos una playlist de la música de fondo.

Por último, queremos agradecerles el compromiso y el interés demostrado hasta ahora. Ojalá les guste lo que vamos planeando. ¡A rolear y divertirse! Un beso.

#actividad.#act: opening night.

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sjsmith56 · 8 months

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We Danced

Summary: Bucky meets a beautiful woman in a Washington, D.C. hotel bar (how original, right?), helps her get rid of a creep, then spends the night with her. They make tentative plans to see each other again. This is the first part of a planned three part story.

Length: 2.4K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, named original female character, Sam Wilson, named creep.

Warnings: Bucky’s not having a good time at first, implied foreplay and smut, creep won’t take no for an answer at first, referral to Bucky’s past as an assassin, implied oral sex (f. receiving).

Author notes: Original female character is physically described as dark-haired and dark-eyed with nice legs. Image pictured was chosen to represent the pose, not the actual look of the woman. In many ways she is much like Bucky, with a profession that requires her to project a certain image to the public. Underneath, she feels isolated until she spends the night with Bucky. She is multilingual (but I’m not) so if I couldn’t find a natural translation of the phrase it will be in italics.

Chérie - translates to “dear” but Bucky means it as “dearest,” as he’s already enchanted by her.

À la prochaine - means “until next time.” When it’s said, they’re unsure when they’ll see each other again.

🥃🍸

Part 1

Washington, D.C., August, 2024

The two Avengers stood there, drinks in hand, as the dance floor was set up. Various people stopped to make small talk with them, although only Sam Wilson actually conversed. His partner, Bucky Barnes, looked uncomfortable every time they were approached and would make sure he was sipping his drink whenever they were asked a question. When he did speak, it would be to say, “I don’t know,” or “No comment.” Before the music started Sam looked at his friend like he was deliberately being uncooperative.

“What?” asked Bucky. “You know I don’t like these things. I feel like I’m on display.”

“It’s part of the job,” replied Sam. “These are the people who decide on funding. We need their goodwill to keep the Avengers going.”

“You should get Torres or Pepper, or Scott and Hope to do these then,” retorted Bucky. “They’re much better at this.”

“I suppose you’re not going to stay for the dancing,” noted his partner. “There’re some nice-looking women here. You could get lucky.”

The dark-haired man smirked. “I don’t dance, not to what they call music now. I’m going to the lounge, have a couple of drinks and call it a night. Meet you for breakfast?”

“Yeah, unless I get lucky,” smiled Sam. “I’ll text you if I do.”

Downing the rest of his drink, Bucky gave his friend a nod of acknowledgement and left the banquet area of the hotel. Stepping down the wide stairs to the main floor he headed towards the lounge and sat at the bar, ordering a scotch, neat. There was a jazz trio in the corner, a woman on piano, a drummer, and a guitarist. They were playing some soft instrumental jazz that made him feel a bit mellow and he watched them, as the lounge slowly filled up with others, almost all couples or groups. Two seats away from him a woman in a short but elegant black dress sat, placing her clutch on the edge of the bar. It fell off and Bucky reached down to pick it up, almost at the same time she did. Extending her foot down from the rung of the high stool as she reached for her purse, Bucky had a good view of her leg before he straightened up to hand it to her.

“Thank you,” she smiled, her dark eyes meeting his. “A nice gesture like that deserves a reward. What are you drinking?”

“Scotch,” he replied. “You don’t have to. I just got this one.”

“Please, allow me.” Bucky nodded and she ordered him another scotch plus a martini for herself. When it came, she raised her drink to his. “Here’s to good manners and the men who still have them.”

They both sipped their drinks and neither said anything at first until Bucky turned to her. “Okay, you’ve got me wondering what idiot didn’t have good manners.”

She looked at the mirrored wall in front of them where the liquor bottles were. They could see everything behind them. “The man out in the lobby in the grey suit with the red tie.” Bucky looked for the man as she shook her head. “I’m here for a conference and we had a few sessions together. He asked me out for dinner, seemed nice, so I said yes. He began coming on to me in a very blatant way before the salads were even served. Tried to sell me on going to a swinger’s club with him. I wasn’t buying it, so I left. Shit, he just saw me.”

Bucky looked at the mirror, picked up his drink and sat on the empty seat next to her. “Follow my lead,” he said, as he leaned close to her ear and gently kissed the edge of it. “Giggle.”

The dark-haired woman reacted as he suggested and gazed at him adoringly. Pretending to be absorbed in each other they both didn’t react at first when they heard the man in the grey suit say her name.

“Quinn? Um, I’m sorry.”

She looked away from Bucky and fixed a steely gaze on him before shaking her head in dismissal. “So am I, Larry. Good thing I saw James at the bar here. I haven’t seen him in … when was the last time?”

“Last year,” he replied. “Paris, wasn’t it? That little jazz club in the Latin quarter. You wore that black dress with the plunging back. We danced all night there and back at the hotel.” He gently ran his fingers down her bare arm. “It was a night I’ll never forget.”

“But your food has arrived,” said Larry. “It will get cold.”

Bucky turned to him. “Then it will get cold, Larry. You offended the lady with your bad manners. Now, you can learn from your mistake and leave with some dignity, or I’ll remove your phone from your pocket and call your wife about how much of a bad husband you’ve been.”

Larry turned red but stood his ground. “I’m not married, and who are you to say I have bad manners. I know who you are. You’re a killer.”

Bucky looked apologetically at Quinn and stood up towering over the hapless Larry. Reaching out with his right hand he picked up Larry’s left, pointing out the pale strip of skin on his ring finger where his wedding band had been. Then he reached into Larry’s pocket, found his phone and held it up to his face so it unlocked. Scanning through the pictures he found one of Larry with his wife and kids. Shaking his head, he handed the man his phone back.

“You’re right, I was a killer, but Quinn knows who I am and my past doesn’t seem to bother her,” said Bucky. “You seem to have a pretty wife and some cute kids, yet you came on to this woman at a conference, and asked her to go to a sex club with you.” There were several muffled laughs around them as those seated nearby listened in on the exchange. “It offended her, so she left and you seem to think that because her food has arrived she owes you a second chance? It doesn’t work that way. If this were a poker game I would tell you to fold.”

With a sound of disgust Larry turned around and stalked out. Several people applauded, entertained by the spectacle of a cheating husband being exposed. Bucky took his seat next to Quinn and looked at her with some deliberation.

“You knew who I was,” he stated.

She nodded. “I recognized you. You’re right. I don’t care about your past. What you do now is honourable and you have great manners. Your restraint with Casanova was admirable.”

Picking up his glass he sipped his whisky again. “Is Quinn your real name?”

Smiling broadly at him she took another drink of her martini before answering. “Yes, Quinn Olman. I’m a legal researcher with the International Court of Justice. We’re here for a conference on international disputes.”

“High powered job,” noted Bucky. “You like it?”

“Very much,” she replied. “Don’t get back here often, three or four times a year.”

He nodded his head, understanding the subtext of what she was saying. “That’s too bad, I thought we had a moment.”

“We did.” She sipped her martini again then addressed Bucky in Russian. “Would you stay with me tonight?”

Turning to look at her he breathed out as he ran his fingers down her arm again before answering in Russian. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”

“I don’t care. I like you very much.” She finished her drink then stood up and whispered in his ear. “Room 1624. Give me ten minutes. Don’t stand me up.”

Picking up her clutch she left him at the bar and he watched her walk away, her image on the mirrored wall behind all the liquor bottles. Pulling his phone out he checked his messages, not seeing anything from Sam. For a moment he considered sending him a text about not being in his room but part of him wasn’t sure how this was going to play out. Deciding against it for now he finished his drink, paid his tab and headed out to the elevators. He saw Larry trying to chat up another woman as they sat together on a couch in the lobby and shook his head at the man. Bucky wasn’t kidding about the pretty wife and cute kids but the guy obviously wasn’t the type to cherish what he had. Inserting his key card in the slot in the elevator Bucky pressed the 16th floor button and waited quietly for the elevator to reach the floor, opening its doors. Finding room 1624 he gently knocked, hearing the sound of Quinn approaching the door. She opened it, wearing a silk robe. Stepping aside she let him enter then locked the door, following him into her room. There was music, which he recognized as John Coltrane.

“Before we do anything I wanted to make it clear that I’m 34, divorced, clean and I’m on birth control,” said Quinn. “As part of the International Court we’re expected to live an exemplary life, even though it’s not as regulated as the judges’ personal lives. If I’m ever asked if we were together I have to be truthful. But that’s only if I’m asked.”

“I’m 107, and as a super soldier I’m immune to just about everything as I’m very healthy,” replied Bucky. “I was last with someone in 2017 but it was the 1940s before then. I haven’t really dated since I got my freedom. I have anxiety and still have the occasional PTSD nightmare.”

“May I?” asked Quinn, approaching him.

Bucky nodded and she helped him off with his suit jacket, then began unbuttoning his shirt as he stroked her arms. Gently he ran his hands over her back and down to the curves of her cheeks, confirming she wasn’t wearing anything under the robe. When she undid his shirt cuffs he held his left hand out to her, allowing her to remove his glove, having worn only that glove. He placed his left hand on her neck pulling her closer then kissed her, starting with just his lips then opening his mouth more as she accepted his overtures. While he caressed her breast with his other hand she ran her hands over his chest then around his waist to his back. Briefly they pulled away and she started to lift his shirt off his shoulders, exposing the metal of his left shoulder.

“Do you have feeling in it?” asked Quinn, in a hushed voice.

“Yes, I can feel your touch,” he answered, watching her eyes closely as she pulled his shirt down his arms before finally tossing it on a chair.

Her hands were feather-light on Bucky’s skin, as she traced the seam of the shoulder insert before kissing his chest. Taking her hand in his he kissed the palm, then her wrist before lifting it to wrap around his shoulder. Holding her other hand close to his chest Bucky began dancing, making her smile. He shrugged slightly.

“Just so we could say we danced in Washington, if we ever meet each other again.”

“Alright,” she whispered, before laying her head against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin on her face.

When they finally laid their bodies together, after foreplay that both teased and tantalized each other, then joined their flesh in passion, Quinn knew she wanted to see Bucky again. Their release into bliss was almost earth shattering by itself. The fact they did it several more times before spooning together to sleep was unprecedented for her. There was no way she wanted this to be a one time thing. She told him so in the morning before they got up to shower.

“I want to see you again,” she murmured as he lazily buried his face between her legs.

“Tonight?” he asked, looking up briefly.

“Can’t, we’re flying back to The Hague right after the closing keynote speaker,” she gasped.

“Then when?”

Her orgasm prevented Quinn from answering just then and for a moment she couldn’t even think properly. Then he crawled back up towards her face and kissed her, sharing her taste between them.

“We’re back in November at the United Nations, as five new judges are being voted on,” she mumbled, between kisses. “Unless, you come to The Hague sometime.”

“I’m only in Europe if I’m working,” he answered, nuzzling her breasts, as she arched her body up into him. “Maybe I could manage a night.”

“Thank you,” she groaned, pulling him onto her again for one last session before she really had to shower and get to the conference.

After they both were dressed and stood inside her hotel room door Bucky touched her face with his left hand while Quinn leaned into the smooth coolness of the vibranium. It had been the most incredible night she had ever spent with a man and she found herself wanting it to last even longer. Reaching into her purse she pulled out her wallet and extracted a business card giving it to him. Bucky reached inside his pocket and took his phone out, unlocking it and offering it to her. With a smile she entered her personal phone number and email in the contacts. He sent her a text and smiled at her as she read it then saved it as a contact.

“I’ll see you in New York in November, unless I’m in the neighbourhood sooner,” he said. “Til we meet again, Chérie.”

“À la prochaine,” she replied.

They kissed once more and she let him out, with her waiting until she heard the sound of the elevator arriving before looking to see if he was gone. Then she entered the elevator herself, getting off at the conference floor level and heading to breakfast with the other researchers.

Bucky went to his room and changed into jeans and a casual shirt as he and Sam were visiting a hospital today, then visiting a veteran’s facility. He headed towards the restaurant, looking for Sam and sliding into the seat across from him. The server poured him a coffee right away and he confirmed he would have the breakfast buffet. His partner watched him carefully, seeing subtle changes in his friend’s demeanour.

“So, anything happen?”

“Had a couple of scotches in the bar then went to bed,” replied Bucky. “You?”

“Nothing, except I knocked on your door to ask if you wanted to watch a movie and you didn’t answer. So, where were you, really?”

Bucky blushed at being busted and he smiled politely. “I’m a gentleman and it would be rude to talk about the lady,” he said. “I’ll only say she’ll be in New York in November and we’re going to try to see each other then. She works in Europe.”

Sam accepted the brief update, happy that his best friend seemed to have found someone. Perhaps, if they were called to Europe for a mission, Bucky could reconnect to the mystery woman who put a spring in his step and a glow on his face.

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