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Hi hon, I've been reading your work for our lovely Jethro Gibbs, and I had a lil fic/drabble idea of my own- if you have the time
Lets say you and Gibbs are on vacation, and you convince him to go biking with you. He grudgingly agrees, and when he sees you happy and looking back at him smiling hes just so whipped- maybe thinking about how he got so lucky and just tooth rotting fluff, yk? (He would def try to race you) ♡
I’m so sorry this took me so long to get to 😭 But this request is too cute 🥹 I hope I did your idea justice!
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“Come on, Jay,” you groan, “When’s the last time you rode a bike? 1914?”
“A little earlier actually,” he fires back, barely repressing a smile, “before we boarded the Titanic.”
Dropping your phone in the wicker basket attached to the handle bars, you make your way over to your husband of 4 days and 16 hours, give or take a few with the time difference in Italy. You slide his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and settle them in his hair before lovingly running your thumbs back and forth over his cheeks. “You look downright fabulous for your age. What’s your secret?”
He gently brings your left hand to his lips and kisses the band adorning your ring finger. You can’t help but smile at the gesture. “I marry younger every time.”
Your smile drops immediately, and you playfully glare at him. “Ruined it.”
Jethro barks out a laugh, tugging you closer and pressing his lips to yours until he feels them twist upwards into a grin again. “Better?”
“No,” you answer cheekily, pulling away to get settled on your seat. “As punishment, I hereby declare you enjoy a leisurely bike ride with your wife down to the coast.”
He shakes his head with a smile as you take off down the road, ringing the little bell and taunting him over your shoulder. Jethro swings his leg over his matching bicycle and readjusts his sunglasses before pedaling to catch up. He’s admittedly a little wobbly at first and he feels the tiniest bit ridiculous, but when you turn to look at him with a brilliant smile, all of his insecurities melt away.
You’re positively glowing in the Amalfi sunshine, your nose crinkling in delight and a laugh bubbling out of you when you narrowly avoid a street vendor selling flowers on the sidewalk. Jethro slows to apologize to the vendor, surprised when he shakes his head and offers a single flower to the older man before pointing in your direction. Your husband angles his head in thanks, then doubles his efforts to reach you again.
“What happened to ‘leisurely’, you little speed demon?” Jethro calls, and you crest to a stop to wait for him.
“Sorry, slowpoke,” you tease, your face lighting up when he presents the vibrant red rose to you. Your eyes flutter closed as you inhale deeply, and when they open again, Jethro feels his heart skip a beat at the pure adoration swimming in them. “It’s perfect,” you declare, sweeping your hair into a low bun and tucking the stem behind your ear.
“You’re perfect,” your husband croons, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. He says it almost subconsciously, but the meaning behind the words is genuine. He can’t help the slow smile that spreads across his face as he takes in your beautiful features, the way your head is tilted just slightly while you study him in kind, the delicate wisps of stray hairs framing your face, the twinkle in your eyes. A soft dusting of pink colors your cheeks under his intense gaze, and you turn away bashfully with a quiet, “Stop looking at me like that or I’m gonna melt, Jay.”
He lets out a soft chuckle and nudges your back tire with his foot to get you moving again. You start pumping your legs to continue down the street, and when you turn back to see where Jethro is, you find him looking up at the sky with a small smile on his face.
“What was that about?” you ask gently when he’s by your side again.
“Oh, that?” He places his hand over yours on the handlebar and gives it a squeeze. “Just thanking Shan for sending you to me.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the raw emotion in his voice, and you think about how far you’ve come since the day you first met Jethro. Your reminiscing is short-lived, the cheeky bastard taking advantage of your pause to get ahead of you and yelling, “Race ya there!”
You laugh in surprise, hastily swiping at your eyes before kicking off from the street. “Get back here, old man! You’re supposed to let me win! You’ve been married enough times to know about happy wife, happy life- hey! Cheater!”
#jethro gibbs#jethro gibbs imagine#leroy jethro gibbs#leroy jethro gibbs imagine#leroy jethro gibbs x reader#jethro gibbs x reader#leroy jethro gibbs x you#leroy jethro gibbs x y/n#jethro gibbs x y/n#jethro gibbs x you#leroy jethro gibbs x female reader#jethro gibbs x female reader#ncis imagine#fluff#gibbs x reader#ncis gibbs#reader request
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DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 17 | Friends to Lovers
Touch Me, Sit With Me, Tell Me To Stay | @aaronthe8thdemon
Rating: Teen & Up
Word Count: 3,634
Main Tags/Warnings: Post-Season/Series 15, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Castiel Out of the Empty (Supernatural), Grieving Dean Winchester, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Angel Castiel (Supernatural)
Summary: The day the car dies, Castiel thinks that he (and a great many humans, too) would give up so much to be loved half as well as Dean loves Baby.
Heartcatcher | Maetheheller (AO3)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4,975
Main Tags/Warnings: Nick Nelson from Heartstopper is a dean Winchester parallel, hand jobs, frottage, best friends to lovers, Charlie Dean Cas movie nights, The Boys references
Summary: Charlie, Dean, and Cas have a Heartstopper “movie night” and Dean doesn’t expect to relate so much to Nick Nelson, or find the courage to confess his feelings to Cas, his blue-eyed best friend, but sometimes good things do happen.
aperture | ilarual (AO3)
Rating: General
Word Count: 5,000
Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends To Lovers, It's Not Actually Unrequited They're Just Both Idiots, Oneshot
Summary: Dean keeps a photo collage of all the people he loves. Castiel is barely in it.
when the stars align | @twinone1221
Rating: General
Word Count: 20,550
Main Tags/Warnings: Camping AU, Mechanic!Dean Winchester, Teacher!Castiel, Car Trouble, Stargazing
Summary: Camping was something Castiel’s family loved for different reasons. Amelia loved to cook over an open fire, Jimmy enjoyed hikes the most, his niece Claire preferred riding her bicycle, and his son Jack always asked for stories while stargazing.
The plan was simple. Drive to the lake, spend some time with his family, eat some good food, sleep under the stars and then drive back in time for work on Monday morning. It was the perfect plan for a perfect weekend.
Then his truck broke down.
Love As Blue And Rainbow Feathers | @aaronthe8thdemon
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 37,388
Main Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Season/Series 13, Major Character Injury, Wingfic, Castiel Possessing Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Light Angst, Fluff, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Past Child Abuse, Internalized Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary: Narrowly escaping death in an alternate reality? Grievous injuries with only the most outrageous solutions available? Pranks as a form of flirting? Unresolved sexual tension driving everyone else nuts? Teaching a toddler how to fight an archangel and actually stand a chance of winning? Juggling a bunker of refugees and the problems in Heaven and the threat of the devil himself?
Only on any day ending in Y for the Winchesters.
The barista and the bookshop | @abi-cosmos
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 55,794
Main Tags/Warnings: Coffeeshop AU, Mutual pining, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Angst with a happy ending
Summary: In a sleepy mountain town, stitched together with fairy lights, Dean Winchester has been running Squirrel and Moose Coffeehouse since his Dad died. Next door, anchored by family obligation, librarian Castiel has been tasked with taking over Chuck’s Bookshop.
Wanting a distraction after his brother leaves town, Dean offers to help Castiel fix it up. It’s a job, something to get his hands on, it doesn’t matter that the librarian is hot and kinda weird.
Castiel doesn’t understand why Dean is helping him, but he’s happy that he is, and their friendship grows until he can’t deny what’s right in front of him. But when their time together is cut short, both face a decision they aren't ready for.
In a sleepy mountain town, stitched together with fairy lights, what's it gonna be?
Peace or freedom?
The guy next door | @castielific
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 61,653
Main Tags/Warnings: AU!Neighbors, AU!NoSupernatural, Dean Smith, baby!jack, TheEnd!Cas, minor Cas/OC, Dean has a sexual identity crisis, single parent!Cas, miscommunication, self esteem issues, emotional constipation, angst with a happy ending, pining, friends with benefits
Summary: When Dean Smith quit his job at Sandover, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He definitely didn't plan for his hippie neighbor and his four years old kid to make him question everything he thought he knew about himself.
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Happy Holiday Truce @banchagu !!! I'm really rusty at writing but when I saw "Kitty and Johnny" and "Ghost part" my brain went into punk history brainrot mode. I really wish I had the time to flesh this out better for you, and I'm not sure I did all the topics justice.
Regardless, I really hope you enjoy!!
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Kitty remembers the first time back in '76 when she still went by Kathleen and she didn't know a Siouxsie from a Shane- She knows she ain't supposed to remember, maybe it's 'cause she died so slowly, bleedin out on the ground next to Johnny; he died on impact. But she remembers the first time that she felt the rumblin' beneath her not too worn and nothin fancy shoes.
The ol' boarded up building that she thought used to be a smoke shop had been promising new business for a while but she'd never seen it before was lit up and the street around it shook. It sounded like a riot.
She remembers the shiny new cruisers (not that she had known that name back then) parked in a neat little line up front. Beat-up cars parked in reckless zigzags and more than a couple of lonely bicycles tied, chained, and just sitting against anythin' that even slightly allowed it.
And she remembers walkin' closer to it, weaving across the street, tiptoeing around the shiny bikes to glance on through the windows.
Inside was a hazy den of smoke and flashing lights- this was before the punk scene got too wild but back then she didn't know quite so much- with moody stompers shouting and sceaming. After looking for a minute she had realized they were singing along to a barely audible guitar. The stompers were dancing, she had thought then a little mad, but she had leaned closer all the same tryin' to make out what had them all excited.
"You can go inside ya know."
It hadn't meant much to her back then, but this was the first time she met him, his voice all gravely and smokey, a cigarette in his left hand. He was even slighter back then, all bony awkward elbows in too big clothes. His coat- the same one he wears now the one he died in was even bigger on him, the poor leather hem dragging on the ground. Maybe the meeting would have been better, more impactful, if he hadn't been leaning against a wall and she hadn't been craning her neck to peer through a tiny window. But she only remembered thinking this asshole before stomping over to the door.
She'll never forget this moment, if she dies again, somehow, after her souls faded into less than dust, this memory will stick to the wind, cemented for eternity- or somethin' like that. But when she opened that door the casphony made sense. The musty stompers all clad in denim and safety pins surrounded her and she couldn't see the stage but she knew this sound. Not because she'd heard it before but in the pounding in her chest when she was angry and the drive in her feet before she jumps. Yet somehow in it's familiarity it was overwhelming, awe-inspiring to the point where she felt like she had opened a door to a roaring river and then stepped inside.
Kitty wishes she could say she remembers that night crystal clear- but it's all 'twixt lil scraps of images and things she objectively knows happened. An' unlike Johnny it's not 'cause she died that she forgot. Just that the whole night was the same empty ecstatic feeling of breathing for the first time.
She knows she had stood around a while 'fore Johnny had somehow got her to dance. She remembers this one wicked blue haired stomper lookin her dead in the eyes and piercing her straight through the ear with a safety pin.
Johnny and her had blown the joint once it got too late, him sayin' how she didn't need to be involved with all that stuff. She had tucked her face into his lean back and clung on for dear life. It was a kiddie ride but back then she'd never touched a motorcycle much less ridden one. High on life and too caught up in it to head home, they mosied around town.
When the wind blew through her wooly school blazer and carried the raspy muttering of Johnny, Kitty remembered deciding this would be her eternity.
It wasn't. Not yet at least. Kitty had woken up then next day ice cold in a park all snuggled up 'gainst Johnny an' his bike. Even back then he'd called it 13- didn't know why people couldn't figure out that the man who claimed his own shadow wouldn't claim his bike, but Kitty had been around too long to not realize they were all fucking idiots. Lovingly.
Back then though, she had just desperately tried to remember the night before- twasn't nothin' bad, just her and Johnny clicking like that. She wasn't even slightly sorry when she gyped with Johnny and they rode around town all day.
They had cussed out neighbors and fogies and snuck their way Ol' Freddie's yard, just to see what was back there (a worn down shed and scraggly bushes of molly, Johnny snuck some in his pocket).
As 4 rolled around she met his crew; a silly bunch of goofs, all covered in safety pins and shitty tattoos. Kitty remembers the first time she rode with the pack. Everybody howling an' actin' like crazed wild things; they had been playin it up a bit for the new gal, but the shit they would get into together certainly topped this Rowley brigade. The record shop was near close when they rolled in and looted, pulling out records with labels like "Nipple Erectors" and "Hammersmith Gorillas". Good taste. Back then she thought they were fucking loons.
After it closed they had all rumbled their way around lookin for something cheap to spend their pocket lint on. What they ended up actually finding was a wide storm drain that Johnny had lept down from the short bridge dragging her by the hand down with him too.
"First dibs!" He exclaimed with a wicked grin. Kitty hadn't known it was possible for someone her age to be missing so many teeth.
She kinda liked it. Who would've thought she'd spend her whole life and afterlife with this same dumbfuck?
Sittin' in that drain with Johnny, their legs kicking to and fro, and the gang crouched on the banks, was serene. Kitty had a picture still of her an' Johnny, just sitting there. A tall kid from their gang, Galaxy, they went by, kept pullin out the funniest faces and a sullen girl kept deadpanning things down so that even as Kathy lost track of the conversation she still caught herself roarin with laughter. When footfall passed overhead they all hushed up, but Johnny kept grinning, starin' each of 'em in the eyes trying the break the first laugh. It worked too. They were lucky back then. They didn't get caught this time.
The sun would begin to set and Kitty would have Johnny drive her on home with the promise of seein' her at school the next day (she had doubted, she went to a Catholic girls school). At home she got the first scolding of many before she packed up her things and left. But even that day, before she was used to it, Kitty remembered not feelin' an ounce of regret.
To her surprise, the next day, she did see Johnny, all dressed in a skirt with his hair pulled back in braids. She punched him straight in the face. She didn't get it till her upperclassman, Mary, put her arm around "Joanne's" shoulders and dragged him off to class.
She had chewed her lip raw thinking about it back then, in her first period class. When that final bell rang she had already sprinted over to the shed behind the school- she had bet Johnny stashed his bike there.
Back then she was an arrogant piece of shit and so the first thing out of her mouth was:
"What're you doin' at a school like this? Trying to perv on girls?"
Johnny had given her that little half smirk of his, his canine looking sharp. "I'm 13 for a reason."
He grabbed her hand as he swung his leg over the bike
"You wanna ride or you wanna talk, Chatty Cathy?"
Kathleen had had almost stood there too long, his hand began to pull away.
"Call me Kitty," she said, "And you're lucky to know someone like me."
And yeah, maybe Kitty regrets sayin' that kinda shit back then, but they were both just stupid kids trying their absolute hardest to be cool. An' even if it was cruel Kitty was glad that he got it. That he took her on that bike and they went far. Maybe they took it too far.
She remembered when they rode around like madmen, only getting wilder after they both dropped out, together. Livin' on the "no plates no rules" mindset. As long as they could outrun it an' make it to their next thrill, that was all that mattered.
One time when they were running from the police, Kitty hollering in his ear, they drifted over 70 miles per hour- which may sound like nothin' but with a passenger it ain't nothin'. Kitty remembered leaning so hard her elbow almost touched the ground and a hysterical laugh breaking out as she squeezed her eyes shut for the first time in a long time.
Since then they only got more reckless and the rest is history. Maybe they shouldn't have tried that last turn in such a tight ally and maybe Kitty shouldn't have gotten them in the mess in the first place.
But when she woke up next to Johnny again, sky green or not, she didn't care.
That first day she remembered shaking him awake and calling him Johnny, and him saying he didn't know who the fuck Johnny was. An' when she told him everythin' and called home her Johnny, she remembered this-
"Maybe I was your Johnny, but I ain't nobody's Johnny until I decide to be. But you can stick around if ya like." He held out his hand again, as he was already on the cursed bewitching bike. She grabbed on.
"Call me Kitty, and 13's my lucky number."
He'd remember everything later after they'd ridden for a while and he told her she'd be his ride and die for death. He never remembered that wicked turn or why they tried it in the first place. Kitty would tell him someday- he wasn't so lucky to know a girl like her.
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Bonus sketch of storm drain photo
#phandomholidaytruce#holiday truce 2022#danny phantom#kitty and johnny dp#whosvladagain saves#dp#did u see the ember cameo?
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Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #8 To the ocean
Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.
(Iori, Rikai and Terra cycling out on the road)
Terra: Haah, the weather’s so nice. It’s great~
Iori: Feels like forever since I’ve rode a bicycle
Terra: Right?
Rikai: Mmh~ It’s truly refreshing indeed.
Rikai: I quite welcome spending our time healthily.
Terra: You know Rikai-kun
Rikai: Yes?
Terra: We’re getting to finally enjoy ourselves here
Terra: So why are you wearing a helmet?
Rikai: EH!?
Rikai: When taking the aspect of safety in consideration while riding a bike, it makes a helmet necessary!?
Iori: We aren’t kids though
Terra: Also it’s lame
Rikai: It is NOT lameeeee—!
Rikai: I’ve told the both of you to wear one too, I’ll even buy you one each later
Terra & Iori: Don’t need it, don’t need it
(PPPPPIIII)
Rikai: Terra-san, you’re slightly going off the road there, be careful.
(PPPPPIIII)
Rikai: Iori-san, when turning right you ought to stick out your right hand
(Rikai stops while the other two keep cycling)
Rikai: AH! HEY! Red light! Stop there!
Terra: There’s no car in siiiiight~
Iori: It’s all gooood~
Rikai: DAMNIT~~~!
(Scenery changes to a forest)
Terra & Iori: Ahahaha
Terra: He’s such a square, isn’t he. Really a funny guy
Iori: Uwaah~ Look at this Terra-san
Iori: Such nice scenery. It’s beautiful~
Terra: Beautiful? Thanks.
Iori: No, that wasn’t about you
Terra: Impossible
Iori: The scenery.
Terra: Aah, the scenery. It’s certainly pretty. A worthy rival for Terra-kun.
Iori: Please stop competing with nature.
Terra: Oh? Could that person running upfront be…
Iori: Ah! It’s him!
(Sarukawa panting)
Iori: Saru-chaaaan! We caught up~!
Sarukawa: I told ya to quit the Saru-chan
Sarukawa: Agh whatta pain in the ass
Sarukawa: What’s so enjoyable ‘bout needing to pedal a bike. The hell are we even.
Iori: You say so and yet Saru-chan’s nicely keeping up the pace
Sarukawa: Shuddup
Terra: When I saw how “you shouldn’t come” you opposed me and came either way. You’re pretty simple
Saru: I’ll kill you.
Saru: Whatever. I’m off
Terra & Iori: Eeeh!?
Iori: Wai-! Saru-chan!?
Terra: Sarukawa-kun!?
(Sarukawa leaves)
Rikai: Saru
Rikai: Already giving up here or what, such a deplorable man. But well it’s expected, for surely a blockhead as you cannot keep up with the speed of my bicycle.
Rikai: Fufufufu. HaaahaAHAHAHA!
Sarukawa: Hah? Damn obvious that my bike’s faster than yours
Rikai: No, mine is faster.
Sarukawa: Mine’s faster.
Rikai: Mine is faster.
Sarukawa: Mine’s.
Rikai: Mine is.
Sarukawa: Mine!
Rikai: Mine!
Sarukawa: MINE!
Rikai: MINE!
(Both start cycling really fast and competing)
Rikai & Sarukawa: UUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Iori: Hmmm, makes you wonder who’s the kid there
Terra: Rather than kids, they’re a bunch of idiots
Rikai & Sarukawa: ?
Sarukawa: T-that’s…?
Rikai: Amahiko-san…?
(Amahiko cycles by really fast)
Amahiko: HOO HO HO HO HO!
Rikai: So fast!
Sarukawa: The hell kind of speed is that!
(Amahiko turns back around)
Amahiko: HOOOOO HO HO HO HO!
Rikai & Sarukawa: WHY DID YOU COME BACK!!
(Scenery changes to the roadside)
Iori: Haaah~ So heavy~
Terra: Iori-kun, you okay?
Terra: I kept wondering about it but what exactly is that massive luggage you’re carrying with?
Iori: Lunchboxes for everyone
Terra: Lunch!? You made these!?
Iori: Drinks are included too, making the total weight exceed 20 kilo
Terra: HAH!?
Iori: Don’t worry~ It’s not often that there’s a chance for obedience during cycling
Terra: A chance for obedience you say
Iori: Aah.. But I’m reaching my limit soon… I’m getting overwhelmed….
Terra: Iori-kun!?
(Iori starts hallucinating everyone being happy)
Iori: Eh? Are the lunches I made that delicious now? I’m glad I made them~ So happy~
Terra: You’re hallucinating! Iori-kun, stop stop! Rest!
Iori: Please eat more and more~~~~
(Iori falls off his bike)
Terra: Iori-kuuuuuun!
(Amahiko catches up to Ohse struggling to keep up)
Amahiko: Hello Ohse-san
Ohse: Ah!
Amahiko: Everything okay? You’re not looking too well there
Ohse: I’m deeply sorry for falling behind
Ohse: Everyone is so fast it’s amazing
Amahiko: If you’d like to, how about a push from Amahiko? If you leave it in my hands you’d be able to spurt ahead in front of everyone, see? Fufufufufu
Ohse: No… I-I’m good….
Amahiko: ?
Ohse: I’ll do something about it myself, please don’t fuss over a sore loser like me. Sorry.
Amahiko: How sexy of you Ohse-san. I understand. Amahiko shall keep you company.
Ohse: Eh?
(Scenery changes to a farm field)
Iori: Saru-chan? What’s the matter? You’re absent-mindedly staring at the landscape
Sarukawa: Nah, just recalled something from when I was a lil’ scamp
Sarukawa: Back then I’d be often running around in a place like this
Iori: Aaah, that’s right. You’d always be covered in mud
Terra: Thinking back about your home? I wonder where you’re from
(Iori and Sarukawa both don’t respond)
Terra: Eh…
Iori: Sa-…Saru-chan is…
Sarukawa: Yanno ‘bout that, I got no idea where I was born, or who raised me
Sarukawa: Was always just a piece of scrap
Sarukawa: Got any problems
Terra: Got none. You’re so cool I’m falling in love
Sarukawa: Right?
Terra: Actually where have we been going until now. Where is this?
Sarukawa: Dunno
Iori: Rikai-kuuuuun
Rikai: Yes
Iori: Where are we headed off to?
Rikai: I’m none the wiser.
Iori, Sarukawa, Terra: EEEH!?
Sarukawa: What the hell, does no one know our destination or what
Terra: Who’s the one leading?
Rikai: It’s Fumiya-san
Sarukawa: Him again eh
Iori: He’s peddling pretty fast~ It’s hard to catch up
Rikai: Well he is the youngest one here, 19 years old to be precise
Iori, Sarukawa, Terra: 19!?
Sarukawa: Eh! That bastard’s 19 for real!?
Rikai: Yes
Sarukawa: No way. Seriously some brat younger than us
Iori: I had no idea. He’s really in his teens?
Terra: And yet there’s that feeling? Of calmness? Wonder what that is.
Iori: I wonder too
Rikai: F-Fumiya-san, I finally caught up…
Rikai: I wonder where all of us are headed. It seems that everyone has grown curious about our destination
Fumiya: Aah. We’re almost there. On the other side of that hill.
Rikai: Hill?
(Scenery changes to a hill. Rikai is struggling to cycle uphill)
Fumiya: Just a bit more, Rikai. You can do it
Rikai: Ooooh…! T-this is…!
Fumiya: Nice view, right? I wanted to show this to everyone
Rikai: Everyoneeee! Get up heree~~~!
Terra: Eh? You mean we gotta climb this hill? Seriously?
Iori: Duly noted!
Sarukawa: Don’t underestimate me
(The three of them are going up the hill)
Sarukawa: Io. Gimme that
Iori: Eh.. but…
Sarukawa: Now!
(Amahiko and Ohse are going up the hill)
Amahiko: Ohse-san, may I give you a little push?
Ohse: S-sorry….
(Everyone is cycling up and they finally arrive. Scenery changes to the ocean)
Terra: It’s the ocean…
Iori: Amazing…
Amahiko: Did all of us pedal that much? Since when did we end up so far
Fumiya: It’s surprisingly something you can get to with effort
Iori: It feels so nice
Fumiya: Then, let’s go?
Everyone else: Eh?
Fumiya: Doesn’t everyone want to try going down the hill? Without any brakes.
Terra: What the hell. Sounds fun
Sarukawa: Let’s do it!
Iori: I’ll accompany!
Rikai: No that’s a risk! Let us leave such dangerous things aside
Terra: Again with the strictness. How boring.
Rikai: Nonono it IS dangerous
Iori: Rikai-kun….
Amahiko: That is not sexy….
Sarukawa: Scared or what?
Rikai: Oi what was that Saru
Ohse: You’re scared aren’t you? I understand it too.
Rikai: Even you Ohse-kun!?
(Rikai keeps complaining how it’s dangerous, while the others talk over him)
Sarukawa: You bastards ready. Brakes are a no go. Now let’s hit it! Reaaady GO!!
(They all go down the hill)
Rikai: Huh…. HUH!? The path! Everyone, the path is-!
Everyone: ?
Rikai: Please look ahead! That’s the end of the road!
Rikai: Fumiya-san!?
Fumiya: Eh? Really? Prolly a cliff
Everyone: HAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!!!????
Fumiya: Haha, my bad
(Everyone starts to panic and plunge into the ocean)
Everyone: FUMIYA-SAAAAAAAAN!
Sarukawa: FUCKING BASTAAAAARD!
#charisma house#ito fumiya#kusanagi rikai#minato ohse#motohashi iori#tendou amahiko#sarukawa kei#terra#charismahouse
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The Girlfriend Experience- First Date- RM’s Version
Fandom- BTS
Relationship- RM/Reader
Rated- General
I’ve been living here for a week, getting to know Namjoon and all the other guys. They finally have a day off so I’m still in bed when someone knocks on my bedroom door.
“Come in.” I murmur sleepily, sitting up and making sure I’m covered.
I yawn as Namjoon comes in, looking bashfully at me.
“Hi, you okay?” I ask, trying to straighten my hair with my fingers.
“Yes. I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date today?” He asks, looking at the floor shyly as he asks.
“I’d love to but are you sure that’s what you wanna do on your only day off?” I ask softly, not wanting to ruin his day.
“Yes. I planned the whole day if that’s okay with you?” He smiles at me.
I can’t help but stare, loving the way his genuine dimples smile always appears for me now. His face falls and he looks bashful again.
“Oh! Sorry! Yes I’d love to spend the day with you.” I grin excitedly.
“Great. Get up then. I’ll meet you downstairs.” He grins just as excitedly.
“Wait, what should I wear?” I ask quickly.
“Something comfortable and fit for the weather. Can you ride a bicycle?” He frowns like he’s just considered asking.
“Yes I can. Is that what we’re doing?” I ask with wide eyes.
“One of the things.” He nods with a smile before leaving the room.
I get up and quickly shower then choose to wear jeans and T-shirt. I do some light makeup and put my hair into a braid. I head downstairs and see Namjoon filling a basket with food and drink. He smiles at me, eyes roaming my body and making me blush.
“Is that a picnic?” I ask with a smile.
“Yes.” He grins, lifting the basket up.
He heads towards the front door and I open it for him. He nods in thanks and heads to where a couple of bicycles are. He straps the basket onto the back of one of them and gestures for me to get on the other bike. We both get on our bicycles and then we set off, him in front as I don’t know where we’re going.
We cycle for a while all the way to Seoul Forest Park where he sets the picnic up under a tree next to the lake. I sit down and stare at the view. He lays the food out and takes out a bottle of wine. The view and park are gorgeous and the sound of nature makes me feel calm.
“Is this okay? I know it’s not fancy.” Namjoon asks softly.
“It’s wonderful.” I sigh in awe, eyes wide as I take everything in.
He smiles, looking pleased. I look at the food and then glance at him questioningly.
“Yoongi-hyung made it for us.” He says, blushing slightly.
I giggle at his confession and start eating as he pours us both a plastic glass of wine.
“Don’t get drunk though because we’re still going to ride somewhere after this.” He warns before handing me my drink.
“I won’t.” I smile at him, happy that he would worry about that.
He smiles back at me and starts to eat too. We eat in silence for a while and then start chatting about each other. Time flies as I’m enjoying my time alone with Namjoon. We throw food for the birds and Namjoon even feeds a squirrel. I can’t help but smile and feel my heart swell at his kindness. After a while he begins to pack up the picnic bits. We throw away our rubbish responsibly and Namjoon straps the basket back onto his bike.
“Where are we going now?” I ask, stretching before I get back on my bike.
“One of my favourite art museums.” He smiles at me. “It’s a bit of a ride but if you get tired just say and we can stop.”
“I will.” I grin at him.
We take a pleasant ride to the MMCA. It’s a long ride but it’s a beautiful city to ride through so I don’t mind. He leads me inside the museum and we spend the rest of the day wandering through the building. I can’t help but get butterflies every time his face lights up as he explains which art works he likes and why he likes them. He’s almost as passionate about art as he is his music and my heart skips a beat whenever I see him smile.
Once we’ve been around the entire building we slowly ride home again. We have dinner, everyone talking about what they did for the day and what they have to do tomorrow. I find myself staring at Namjoon more and more but I refuse to think about why. After dinner we all sit down to watch some comedy the younger members want to watch.
I must fall asleep at some point because the next thing I know, Namjoon is carrying me up the stairs to my room. He lays me on the bed and I blink up at him sleepily.
“We gotta stop meeting like this.” I chuckle.
“You’ll have to make it through a movie some time.” He chuckles back at me.
“Thank you for today. I loved it.” I smile, yawning and stretching.
“I’m glad you liked it. Goodnight.” He says, heading to the door.
“Night Joonie.” I mumble already half asleep again.
He hesitates by the door for a second and then leaves as I drift back off to sleep.
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Unveiling Love: Unique Pre-Wedding Photoshoot Ideas
Are you trying to find the ideal pre-wedding photo shoot to capture your love story in the most compelling way possible? There's nowhere else to look! It is important that you capture this unique time in your relationship through a pre-wedding photo shoot as you set out on this path towards married happiness.
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In this blog, we will discuss some unique yet memorable pre-wedding photoshoot ideas that will bring the best possible light to your love tale.
Destination pre-wedding shoot idea
Break away from conventional settings and embark on a journey to a breathtaking destination. Whether it's a serene beach, majestic mountains, or historic ruins, choose a location that resonates with your love story.
Imagine posing against the backdrop of a sunset-lit beach or amidst the lush greenery of a forest. Not only will the pictures be stunning, but the experience of traveling together will also strengthen your bond.
Vintage-themed pre-wedding shoot idea
Choosing a vintage-themed photo shoot will allow you to embrace the appealing qualities of traditional beauty. Put on vintage attire that dates back to a bygone age, such Victorian gowns or retro suits.
Select settings such as historic buildings, libraries, or retro cafes to give your pictures a genuine feel. With the help of the finest pre-wedding photographer's lens, allow the vintage ambience to take you back in time to a romantic period.
Adventurous pre-wedding shoot idea
For the adventurous souls, an adrenaline-pumping photoshoot amidst nature's wonders is the perfect choice. Plan a hiking trip to a scenic spot, go kayaking in a tranquil lake, or ride bicycles through picturesque trails.
These action-packed moments will not only result in captivating photos but also create unforgettable memories of laughter and spontaneity.
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Top 5 Best Things to do in Virginia Beach 2024
If you’re going on vacation in Virginia Beach in 2024 it’s good to have some insight from a local (born and raised) like myself to give you some help into the best places to go and things to do so you don’t waste precious time and money on trial and error! If you’re like me when I go on vacation or when I’m just enjoying home in Virginia Beach I want a blend of good food, relaxation and some adventure! In this list of the top 5 best things to do in Virginia Beach in 2024 I will show you how to make wonderful vacation memories and get you the most bang for your buck (and your time). Get ready to live the life in Virginia Beach!
1. Go on a Guided Kayak Dolphin Tour!
There are only a couple of companies that offer this extra special experience where you paddle through the natural habitat of wild bottlenose dolphins in the calm water of the Lynnhaven Bay and Chesapeake Bay! GoKayak! Paddle with a Porpoise! is an industry leader in guided kayak dolphin tours with expert local guides that know the best routes to find wildlife and give you all of the details of the local history, ecosystem and the dolphins!
2. Eat at Watermans Surfside Grill!
This is by far the best restaurant in Virginia Beach. Locally owned and operated for multiple generations and situated right on the Atlantic ocean on 5th street. The only thing that beats the view is the extremely fresh, perfectly prepared seafood and the exceptional staff. This probably won’t be the last time you get recommended Waterman’s before you end up there and it may quickly become your go-to for great food and service while you’re in Virginia Beach. You’ll be happy you went!
3. Go to First Landing State Park!
First Landing State Park is a stone’s throw away from the action at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront but once you’re there you’ll feel like you’re miles away. With over 19 miles of trails and 3,000 acres of maritime forest it’s easy to get away from it all and truly connect to nature. There are multiple entrances to First Landing State Park and the closest one to the oceanfront is on 64th street. There are multiple bodies of water that surround First Landing which are Linkhorn Bay, The Narrows, Broad Bay, Long Creek and The Chesapeake Bay. First Landing State Park is a great way to see another side of Virginia Beach that’s just outside the action of the boardwalk.
4. Go to The Shack!
The Shack is one of the most unique and fun places to hang out in the evening you’ll ever come across. Located on 7th and Atlantic The Shack is an outdoor bar with food trucks that’s like a big luxurious backyard feeling. Lush flowers and palm trees surround the property with string lights overhead and great music. Then there’s the yard games like cornhole, bocci ball and ping pong! As the evening goes on it’s gonna be party time under the stars with a famous fresh squeezed drink in your hand! The Shack is a must do for an awesome night out!
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5. Rent Bicycles and cruise The Boardwalk!
Live like the locals and ride bikes all around the boardwalk area of Virginia Beach. Biking is the best way to get around and see all of the different parts of the 40 block, 2 1/2 mile long boardwalk. From 1st street where Rudee inlet is to 40th street you’ll take in the people watching and cruise along with an ocean view! The best part is you can stop along the way and grab a drink and a snack to sample the different selections along the way! If you want a leisurely adventure where you can see and do a lot in a short amount of time do what the locals do and cruise a bike up and down the Virginia Beach Oceanfront!
Well that sums up my Top 5 Best Things to do in Virginia Beach 2024! Now get out there and make the most of your vacation in Virginia Beach with your family. You’ve got the inside scoop from a true local! You can thank me later 😉💪🏼!
Love, Bryan!
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Hot Weather Cycling – Top Tips To Keep Yourself Cool
Are you planning to go cycling in hot weather? Don't worry, with the right preparation, you can still enjoy your ride without feeling too hot. In this article, we'll share some top tips to keep yourself cool while cycling in hot weather.
1. Dress Appropriately
Clothing is a crucial factor in hot weather cycling. Choose lightweight, breathable, and moisture-wicking clothing to keep yourself feeling cool and dry. Avoid darker colors as they absorb more heat and make you feel even hotter. Opt for light-colored clothing that reflects heat and allows air to flow freely.
2. Stay Hydrated
Make sure to drink water before, during, and after your ride to avoid heat exhaustion. Carry a water bottle or hydration pack and prioritize drinking water over sports drinks or caffeine-rich beverages. Dehydration is a common issue during hot weather cycling, so make sure you take enough water breaks to keep yourself hydrated.
3. Ride During Cooler Times
Plan your rides during cooler times of the day. Early mornings and late evenings are the best times to go cycling as the sun is down and the temperature is lower. Avoid riding during the hottest hours of the day to prevent heat stroke and exhaustion.
4. Protect Yourself From the Sun
The sun's rays can be intense, especially during hot weather. Shield yourself from the sun by wearing a hat, sunglasses, and using sunscreen. Sun protection is crucial to avoid sunburn and skin damage, so give it your priority on hot weather cycling.
5. Equip With The Best Premium Bicycle
Investment on the best-premium bicycle can provide a good ventilation system, which can help you cool off. The air flows so easily with the best-premium bicycle, which can make you feel comfortable during long rides. You can check out wifibikes.in, a bicycle provider that offers the best premium bicycle options and other cycling accessories that you might want to check out.
Final Thoughts
Cycling during hot weather is fun and exciting; however, it comes with certain hazards. By following these top tips, you can keep yourself cool and safe during your rides. Remember that preparation and prevention are key to making hot weather cycling enjoyable. Stay safe and happy cycling!
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8 BEST THING TO DO IN HOI AN ON TET HOLIDAY
In Asian culture, Tet is a special occasion and everyone in these countries celebrates it in their own unique ways. If you come to Vietnam Hoi An during Tet, check out ‘8 BEST THING TO DO IN HOI AN ON TET HOLIDAY‘, you will not be disappointed.
What is the Tet Holiday?
Tet Holiday is concerned to be the biggest, happiest and festival in Vietnam. As the longest public holiday in Vietnam, Tet is a wonderful time for people living far from here to look forward and gather together because they often have one week off to celebrate the festival. For Vietnamese people, Tet is the days of love, hope, and luck. Whenever I think about Vietnam, “TET” is a familiar word to Vietnamese people because everyone knows that their relatives are waiting for their return. The Tet’s atmosphere is only warm and cozy when all members of their family stay and talk together! Tet Holiday 2020 is on January 25th, 2020 (New Year’s Eve is the previous day).
What should the foreign do during Tet Holiday in Hoi An?
1. Celebrate Tet on the town streets
You should come here and enjoy the festival atmosphere. It’s a great time to explore Vietnamese culture and join traditional activities. Visiting Hoi An this time, you will see a bustling city, becoming increasingly more vivid. The streets were decorated with plenty of paper lanterns, trees, and flowers such as apricot or peach blossom, daisy flowers, kumquat trees,… Locals also proudly hang their flags outside of their houses on these special days. Moreover, they clean their houses, festoon streets and cook various delicious food with the hope that they will achieve wealth, happiness and prosperity in the following New Year.
2. Don’t miss The New Year’s Eve
Celebrating Tet with local people has always been an unforgettable experience for tourists, especially on New Year’s Eve. The old town will close to motorized traffic and switch off its light. At that time, Hoi An was an absolutely stunning town especially with multi-colored and shaped lanterns in the streets and flickering candlelight. You can see a lot of people releasing their lanterns on the river to make a wish for the New Year. Or they enjoy the peaceful and marvelous views by taking a sampan ride on the river. This is not only a great way to grab a bit of space from the crowds but also a great way to enjoy the festival.
The highlights will be a lion dance performance on the streets and inviting tourists to join the holiday. Then, at the sacred moment of transferring from the old year to the new year, there will be fireworks lighting up the sky at the public places. Venues may be changed every year depending on availability every year.
You can also choose to stop at a local homestay to enjoy a traditional and fun stay.
Alsahar Hoi An – The Miracle in Hoi An
Location: 77/5 Nguyen Duy Hieu, Cam Chau, Hoi An
Tel: 0905 519 971
When talking about a perfect combination of modern and classic, unique Moroccan style and romantic Hoi An Ancient Town, Alsahar Hoi An is one of the few villas that can meet the above criteria. On special occasions, the villa will redecorate the space, and of course, the most important holiday of the year like Tet, the decoration will be more special than ever. From small items to traditional plants at the villa, you can discover something interesting about the traditional festival here.
Villa is located 2km from Hoi An Ancient Town and 2.5km from An Bang beach. If you want to slowly walk around, admire the scenery and people in Hoi An, the villa always has free bicycles available for you.
If you feel a little lazy, want to take the time to heal yourself, build your soul, then rest assured, Alsahar always has everything you need. A fresh betel nut garden, filled with greenery, a relaxing jacuzzi massage pool and cool air are definitely what you look for this vacation. You can relax, take a bath at the lake and order an extra set of afternoon tea floating trays to experience more promotion.
At Alsahar Hoi An, an à la carte breakfast is also served. All you should do is rest comfortably, breakfast will be served to your room. Enjoying a strong cup of Hoi An coffee right at the super-wide and windy balcony is also a good idea. Each bedroom at Alsahar has a balcony and from here, you can watch the peaceful and beautiful Thu Bon river.
Alsahar has a total of 7 bedrooms with a maximum capacity for 14-16 people. In addition to the above facilities, the villa is also designed as a smart home, quiet and absolutely safe. Each bedroom is equipped with a private bathroom, smart TV with Netflix premium, air conditioning, ceiling fan, large wardrobe and free wifi. The sand castle always welcomes you.
3. Experience traditional customs during Tet
The locals place offering flowers, fruits, Chung cake- sticky rice cake wrapped in banana leaves, some candies and other cake on New Year’s Eve. Then they burn offering papers and incense to make a wish and welcome to a greater year coming. In the first moments of the New Year’s morning, family members will be together to drink cups of hot tea, enjoy sweet cake and different kinds of seeds( such as sunflower seeds, watermelon seeds, etc). Children will wish grandparents first, then parents and other people according to the family hierarchy. Exchanging Tet wishes and giving of “Red envelopes” containing Lucky money to each other.
4. Join traditional activities
To maintain Tet tradition and serve tourists and local people, Hoi An ancient town, the atmosphere in parts of this small, animated with traditional folk games of Vietnamese taking place such as Bai Choi, lion dance, human chess, tug of war, racing boat, etc. Most of the traditional folk games were only seen in old documentaries and childhood memories of many locals. But now all the people have the chance to try and have fun. Don’t miss this amazing opportunity to join a great fun and explore Vietnamese culture, these folk games and arts.
5. Visit temples and pagodas in Tet
Traditionally, during the first three days of The Lunar New Year, everyone goes to pagodas and temples to burn incense and pray for health, happiness, and prosperity, etc no matter how busy they are. Moreover, the best way to enjoy spring is wishing with your family. Then people will take a picture to capture these happy moments.
Tips: There are some taboos which you should not do. The first thing that does not say bad things during the Tet holiday. People always make wishes for others, not debate them. The second thing is not to wear black or white clothes because it is considered to be an unlucky sign. Last but not least, do not sweep the house in Tet Holiday because people believe that you are sweeping all luck and money out of their house.
6. Learn How to Cook Delicious Vietnamese Food
Foodies and cooks rejoice as the availability of cooking classes is endless – you can choose from full-day classes, half-day classes, and even evening classes that only last one or two hours – and some of them even include boat trips and tours of a local market. You can learn to cook everything from grilled fish in banana leaves to Cao Lầu (a specialty dish unique to Hoi An) to Phở.
One of the best cooking class options available is the Hoi An Eco Cooking Class. This half-day experience begins with a hotel pick-up before heading to a local market. There you’ll explore and experience the sights and sounds of the local market while getting tips about bargaining techniques. The experience doesn’t stop there, as you’ll hop into a traditional Vietnamese round boat then cruise through the river surrounded by nipa palms (mangrove palms).
After relaxing on the boat and fishing for baby crabs, it’s time to put on an apron and get cooking. In two hours you’ll learn to make rice papers by hand and the secret art of making delicious Phở. The cooking continues with fresh spring rolls (Gỏi Cuốn), crispy sizzling Vietnamese pancakes (Bánh Xèo), banana flower salad (Gỏi Bắp Chuối), and more. We promise you won’t leave hungry, but you will leave with a happy tummy and a taste of Vietnamese cuisine. This two-hour hands-on cooking class is also vegetarian friendly, and can cater to celiacs and other dietary requirements. If you are searching for a truly authentic Hoi An experience, this cooking class is a must.
7. Get a Tailor-Made Suit or Dress
The tailoring in Hoi An is known throughout the world. There are hundreds of tailors in the area ready to help you add to your wardrobe, and typically you can get a quality tailored suit or dress within 24-48 hours. It’s one of the best things to do in Hoi An for everyone because they have shops for every price range. But with so many options, beware of the tourist traps that have no problem overcharging you and selling low-quality clothes.
Everyone from the hotel receptionist to the cab driver are likely to recommend a tailor because they earn commissions from tailor shops. Try to do your research before you arrive, and once you get there you can check out different places so you can bargain and test out fabrics. The best tailors are sure to provide excellent clothing and service that will make you remember Hoi An for years to come.
8. Get Crafty
One of the best things to do in Hoi An is to discover your inner artist. The culture and creativity here is undeniable. When you get crafty in Hoi An, not only will you have a unique souvenir to take home with you, but you’ll learn more about their history, culture, and tradition in the process. Some of the most popular activities are lantern making, mask making, and bamboo carving.
Lanterns are especially popular in Asia – some believe they bring luck, happiness, and wealth – and there are even festivals dedicated to them, like Taiwan’s annual Lantern Festival.
Mask making is one of the crafts that’s great for the whole family. Some workshops even allow you to choose from an intensive mask-making course or a less structured mask-painting workshop that may be a better fit for the little ones.
For anyone interested in crafting your own creation with bamboo, Taboo Bamboo is where you need to be. At this workshop you can craft everything from a bamboo train to a natural amplifier for an iPhone. Getting crafty is a fun way to share in the culture of Hoi An.
Above are our suggestions to make your Hoi An discovery even more interesting. Hope you enjoyed the article ‘8 BEST THING TO DO IN HOI AN ON TET HOLIDAY’.
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Nepenthe : ep178
Cheyenne: Going back to college is like picking up dog shit in your yard.
Me: How so?
Cheyenne: The longer you wait, the harder it gets.
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An hour south of Carmel on Highway 1, and nestled high along the cliffs of Big Sur is Nepenthe, an eatery with a mouthwatering view. Nepenthe’s main structure is an open-timber arched masterpiece of mid-century modern architecture. The majority of the restaurant's seating is outdoors on a patio featuring a majestic ocean view and multiple fireplaces to keep guests warm as the Pacific sea breeze creeps up the cliffside.
The menu is pretty straightforward with fancy takes on classics, such as steak frites, and the so-called “Ambrosia Burger.”
Aside from the monarch butterfly sanctuary, sleeping next to the fireplace, the tandem bicycle ride, the animalistic love making, the beach walk in Carmel and the drive down the coast in a Ferrari, this lunch is sure to be the highlight of our weekend.
We’re seated at a small circular table at the northwest corner of the outdoor patio, the one with the circular teak bench built into the hillside rather than the chintzy folding chairs that most of the other tables have. It’s cozy, kitschy and cool with a panoramic view.
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Cheyenne is feeling philosophical about the challenges of college that lay ahead as she enjoys the simple pleasure of a warm, freshly baked baguette with cold butter. Six months from now, moments like this (like the whole of this weekend) will be few and far between, as Cheyenne will be busy studying for her degree, working, and trying to “fit me in” when she can.
But in this moment, she’s happy. Call it what you want, God’s Grace or Mother Nature’s Glory, whatever it is, Cheyenne is feeling it as the afternoon sun warms her cheeks. The light off of the ocean fills her eyes and her smile fills her face.
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The hostess approaches the table.
The Hostess: Excuse me, Miss Benjamin?
Cheyenne: Yes, that’s me.
The Hostess: Forgive me for interrupting your lunch, but the valet needs your car keys. We just need to rearrange a few vehicles in our little parking lot.
Cheyenne: Oh, of course.
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The hostess disappears with the keys to the Ferrari.
Cheyenne: I hope the valet hasn’t seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.
Me: Oh Jesus! Maybe I should go supervise?
Cheyenne: Nah, these valets only drive rich people cars.
Me: Yeah, I didn’t see a lot of jalopies in the parking lot. Hahaha.
Cheyenne: Exactly. It’ll be fine.
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A few moments later, the hostess returns.
The Hostess: Miss Benjamin? Here’s your claim ticket. You can collect your keys with the valet at the end of your meal.
Cheyenne: Oh okay, thank you.
The Hostess: Also, I was asked to give you this package.
The hostess hands Cheyenne a small, neatly wrapped package that’s about the size of a bible, tells us to “enjoy your lunch” then disappears again.
Cheyenne: What’s this?
Me: I have no idea.
Cheyenne: It’s not from you?
Me: No, it’s not from me.
Cheyenne: You’re serious?
Me: I’m not joking. It’s not from me.
Cheyenne: You’d better not be lying to me. If I see you get down on one knee when I open the box, I’m going to punch your lights out.
Me: Shy, hand on heart, I have no fucking idea where that package came from. Swear to God.
Cheyenne: Well, what’s in it then??
Me: I hate to be Captain Obvious here, but if you want to know what’s inside …
She gets the hint, then peels back the wrapping paper and opens the lid on a little cardboard box. There are two envelopes inside. One thick, one thin. Cheyenne looks at me confused. I think she was still convinced that there would be an engagement ring inside, but I can’t tell if she’s relieved or disappointed that there isn’t.
Cheyenne: Which should I open first?
Me: Go for the thick one.
She tears open the top of the envelope, glances inside and immediately slams the little cardboard box shut again.
Cheyenne (shouting but whispering): There’s money inside!!
Me: How much?
She opens the cardboard box again and looks in the big envelope. It’s a stack of $100 bills held together with a mustard colored currency strap from the US Mint.
Me: That’s ten grand Cheyenne.
Cheyenne: Holy fuck. Who would give me $10,000??? This can’t be right. This wasn’t you?
Me: Not me. I promise.
She is completely flabbergasted. She collects herself, then opens the thin envelope and is so shocked by what she sees that she begins to cry.
Cheyenne: It’s a letter from the Dean of my college saying that they’ve given me a full scholarship. Books, tuition, everything. One hundred percent covered. What the hell is going on here??
Me: I guess someone out there really wants you to get your degree.
Cheyenne: I can’t accept this. How can I accept this?
Me: You have to accept it.
Cheyenne: Why?
Me: Because you can’t decline a gift if you don’t know who the giver is.
Cheyenne: You’re in on this. Who did this?
Me: I swear to God, Cheyenne I have no prior knowledge.
Those were carefully chosen words, because it’s true, I have no prior knowledge of who did this for her. But I did quietly notice that it was delivered in an empty cigar box that was previously filled with genuine Cuban Romeo y Julieta Churchill cigars.
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Crank Masters - The One Stop Cycling Shop in the UAE
Crank Masters - The One Stop Cycling Shop in the UAE. Our cycling store has been in business since 2018 and we’ve earned the reputation of the premier cycling shop in the UAE based on our passion, customer service and expertise in the industry. Our specialty is commuting bicycles, but we also carry road, mountain and hybrid bikes as well as bike accessories like pedals, tubes and tires. Contact us to learn more about how to start cycling to work or school! We’re here to help you find what you need so you can enjoy every ride.
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Commuting on an electric bike.
For years, I've commuted to work on my e-bike. With my trusty BRE E300B, I conquered many of Seattle's hills and confidently rode electric bike through the cityscape.
From driving every day and parking a few blocks away to commuting on my e-bike for the first time. I took a crash course in, well, not crashing ...... And other things. To help you better understand electric bike. I want to share what I learned and maybe you can ride your ebike to work too.
It's as fast as driving.
Assuming you live 20 miles down the highway from work, then yes, a car would be faster. But for me it takes the same amount of time to commute to work on an e-bike (24 minutes to get to work on an electric bike, no time to park) as it does to drive (22 minutes and another 1-10 minutes to find a parking spot to park, depending on how lucky I am). On my e-bike, I can use the bike lane and avoid the traffic jams. When I arrive at work, I don't need to find parking. It's a win-win.
It is cheaper than driving.
Bicycle repairs are usually much cheaper than car repairs. In my first 90 days of commuting by ebike. I rode my e-bike 650 miles, had my brakes adjusted twice, and spent a total of $34. That's almost exactly what I spend on gas every week. Or but the car repairs and gas cost over $400 in three months (plus $60 for an oil change). My co-worker did a cost comparison of e-biking vs. driving and he has since saved thousands of dollars.
Lunchtime = happiness.
I have so much more freedom on my lunch break! I can slip in and out of various restaurants a few blocks away, or grab a bite to eat, and then come back to the office with plenty of time to eat. I'm not limited by distance or time, while still getting a breath of fresh air to fuel my day.
Multiple layers of clothing, for the win.
With the temperature change in the morning and evening, I learned to carry a few different pieces of gear with me so that what should have been a fun 5-mile ride didn't turn into a daunting escapade with no end in sight. I always carry a pair of warm gloves, a pair of light gloves, a hat and rain pants. This keeps every ride comfortable and attainable, so you don't have to end your ride because of the weather and change transportation to get where you need to go.
Beautiful day, beautiful neighborhood.
I was able to enjoy the scenery of Seattle streets during the ride, which was so much better than being in a car. I can turn easily and quickly on any street and stop anywhere, and likewise get lost at will, which makes every ride an adventure. Since starting my e-bike journey, I have discovered many new places, new restaurants, and good looking neighborhoods. Even though I grew up in Seattle and think I know the place, there are still many hidden treasures to be discovered, and I can enjoy the city better through ebike riding.
Since I started commuting by ebike, I've found that I love riding. Typically, on a weekend ride, I ride 10-15 miles just to explore. If you want to try biking to work too, try out different routes on the weekend first and find the one that works best for your commute so you don't have to worry about being late. When you feel you have your route, gear and time under control, then start enjoying your ride, enjoy the views and think about how good it feels to be surrounded by nature.
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BIKE RIDES AND CIGARETTES
Brad Pitt X Reader
Biking around the city with your husband!!!!!
Just a little drabble I wrote while I find the motivation to finish my other fanfictions :)
The spokes of your bike tires made cute little noises as the cards you had stuck to them flapped in the wind. Your footing on the pedals loose as you allow yourself to fully relax and enjoy the sunrise coming up from the east overhead, creating a nice yellow/blue tone over everything you saw. It was a perfect temperature; the petrichor from the rain that morning had left a dewy feel to everything you touched and made it perfect for a light sweater and ripped jeans. Your hair blew around in soft movements as you pedaled faster down the edges of the Seine River, the cool breeze being picked up from the water made its way to your face as it gently caressed your skin. Today was perfect.
Following suit, your husband of a year and half was behind you, looking out towards the scenery and the hazy light of the sun stretched across the sky. His hair was a perfect mess and his smile was brilliant as he flashed his lovely teeth. Brad loved bike rides almost as much as he loved you; being able to participate in both loves at the same time was the best feeling in the world to him. He was also clad in dark jeans and a light beige cardigan. He looked like he was straight out of a Renaissance painting.
Continuing down the cobblestone paths and around the bridge, you push through the soft wind to try and get to the spot you and Brad often shared your coffees on a park bench. The Eiffel Tower was on full display and there was something about it that looked extra breathtaking today, although you didn't know if it was because you were genuinely very happy or if it was the weather.
"Babe!" You slowly started to stop your bike as you waited for Brad to catch up with you. Wind blowing his sweater around him, he stopped his bike next to yours and took in the sight before him. You were beautiful and he could've sworn that if he had the opportunity to, he would fall in love with you in every country the two of you traveled to. Being a bit of a movie star definitely helped him with travelling.
"What's wrong?" You asked, voice laced with a slight worry.
"Nothing, everything is absolutely perfect." Brad smiled to you and leant in slightly as he delivered that line.
"May I ask why we stopped then?"
"There's a bookstore that you missed in your hurried attempt to escape me." He smiled and went to kiss you softly on your cheek before mounting his bicycle once again and kicking the stand back.
Excitedly, you hop back on your bike and feel for the pedals, pushing the flyaway strands of hair away from your eyes and allowing a smile to adorn your features. Taking one last glance at the edge of the river, you turn towards the direction of your husband and follow him on your bike to the little corner store you happened to completely glance over.
A worn out and faded sign was placed outside the front of the store, reading the name of the shop: "The Delicate Spine- used and renewed books of all sorts." It was a hand-me-down bookstore so there was definitely some treasures to be found on it's shelves. Itching in anticipation of what you might find to add to your book collection, you chain the front of your bike to the stand out front next to Brad's and the two of you walk in.
Wooden shelves scattered in no particular order were all around the entirety of the small place, a staircase leading to the basement which presumably had more of the same visual. The walls were a light yellow with a white trim and the paint was chipped and faded. The bell sounded above your head signalling your entrance to the older man who worked at the front desk and a sudden exhilarating smell of coffee filled your nose. It was a quaint and beauteous little place; you wondered how you could've possibly missed it before.
"All hardcovers are 20% off." The man stated with a smile as he shuffled around grabbing a box of books and walking towards the back of the store. Brad looked to you and grabbed your hand, leading you immediately down the stairs to the more abandoned shelving units in hopes of finding books of odder taste. It was funny how even a place full of items people didn't want anymore had a place within it that was even more abandoned by the public eye. With your free hand, you lightly touched the chipped paint on the walls with the tips of your fingers, gliding your hand along the wall as you made your descent; noticing the way the paint turned into a flowery wallpaper. The air was significantly cooler down here, giving you the notion that you were finally underground in the basement as you took in the plethora of books and scripts in front of you.
"I'll start on the left, you on the right?" Brad asks as he makes his way to the opposite end of the room.
"Sounds perfect to me." You replied and found yourself rummaging through the spines and loose papers. The smell of the basement was so nice, the earthy scent and the ink on paper would be one that you would remember for a long time. You wished you could encapsulate it into your memory for forever, going back to this moment whenever you felt so.
While searching through the faded titles, you come across an old favorite. Pulling out the familiar art deco cover, you notice the giant coffee stain on the front of it. Snickering to yourself, you flipped through the pages of The Great Gatsby by Scott F. Fitzgerald. There were highlights and notes in the margins signifying that whomever owned the book previously certainly got their use out of it. Grinning at the familiar name Jay Gatsby, you remembered your love for his character.
Eventually, you found yourself running your fingers over more and more titles, some of which were familiar and others that went by names you'd never heard of. Amidst your gazing, your fingers brushed over Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. However, it seemed that someone else had a similar idea and your hand grazed Brad's. Meeting his gaze, he flashed that brilliant smile once more and flipped his sunglasses above his head to push his hair back, allowing for his bright blue eyes to be on full display. Everything about him was enthralling.
"Why hello, sir. I do believe that I had my hands on Kafka first." You grinned.
"Hm...but it seems to me that you've already read this one. Therefore, I feel like I deserve the book more," He gently pulled the book off the shelf and held it out to you, "Or a pretty lady could read it to me and I'd call it a truce."
"Something like that could be arranged." You added the book to your small stack in your hands as you walked back up the stairs to pay for them. You insisted on paying for Brad's too, despite the fight he put up against you doing so.
You won, of course.
Placing your books into small paper bags, the shop owner printed out your receipt and handed you the items with a knowing glance. "You're a collector." He said with an eyebrow raise.
"Yes! How did you know?" You asked, now intrigued by what this man had to say.
He smirked. "All of them have outrageous stains and writing on the inside. My wife and I enjoy collecting the outcasts too."
You felt an admiration burning in your chest. It was nice to meet someone who also had an appreciation for things like this.
After you had finished at the desk, Brad helped to unchain the bikes. He had a determined look on his face as he busied himself with the task at hand, allowing for your leisure time to be spent searching for the cigarettes in his jacket you were wearing. You knew he always had a pack on him, yet you couldn't seem to find it anywhere in any of his pockets.
"Looking for this?" Your husband asks you, holding out his half-empty pack which he presumably took out from his back pocket.
"Why, yes actually." You go to reach for one of the cancer sticks, but he pulls it back from you.
"These things'll kill you, you know. You should really quit." He said with a teasing laugh.
"Oh yeah? And you're going to quit anytime soon?" You rebutted, knowing you were already winning this mini battle against him. Brad smoked way too much, for him to tell you to stop was complete ridiculousness.
"Fine, you got me." He pulls out a lighter and lights the end of both your stick and his, both of you deciding to take your drags while sitting outside the bookstore on the curb. Brad's cardigan was pooling below his waist now that he untucked it from his jeans, and you watched as he exhaled the smoke ever so delicately. Brad doing anything was graceful, but nothing compared to the way he smoked. The cylindrical spirals of grey coming from the edges of his mouth reaching up towards the sky and creating pretty patterns.
After a time, he sighed and looked in your direction. You were currently staring across the road, lost in your thoughts. Your face was pressed into a hard gaze as you pondered over whatever was going on in your pretty little mind; completely oblivious to your husband's staring. Brad felt his heart lurch ever so slightly as he watched you finish your cigarette and stomp on it to put out the burning embers.
"Ready to go?" You asked, motioning towards the bikes.
"Yeah."
Brad didn't say it in that moment, but he went over the reasons he married you in his head. The way you looked at him when he supposedly wasn't paying attention was one of them. He was so in love with you, he would buy you all the libraries in the world and had offered to do so. However, the little library full of misshapen and ragged books you had at home was perfect enough for the two of you.
He couldn't wait to continue these bike rides and cigarette stops all over the world.
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not the greatest feeling ever | 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝.
the less i know the better masterlist
main masterlist
summary: fuck it, i’m not doing a summary, i’m so bad at it. oh! there’s smut btw.
warnings: smut, cursing, mentions of blood, underrage drinking
last thought: i’m proud of this one, took me a lot of time to write, but i think it was worth it! enjoy your reading! love, milz.
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The gentle breeze twirls her golden locks in all directions. She hums the lyrics of You never can tell, having watched Pulp Fiction for the hundredth time last night. Her irises are fixed to the slightly damp roadside covered with fresh fallen leaves from this morning rainstorm. The last rays of sunlight caress her baby-like skin as they disappear into the horizon, painting the sky in a mixture of orange and rose.
“C’mon grandpa, you’re slow as hell!” she teases Marcus, turning her head back to stick her tongue out at him. Standing on his skateboard, he sends her the finger, scraping the pavement with his over-used black vans to gain speed and eventually catch up with her.
“That’s how the turtle won the race, dumbass,” he gently nudges her shoulder with his hand as he rides his board besides her. She gives a sharp turn of the handlebars to move her tires out of the sand and back on the pavement, giving him a death glare.
“I almost fell in the ditch, shithead!” he simply laughs, his head falling backward. His dark colored hairs, normally slicked back, are ruffled by the warm September wind, giving him a laid back look that fits him perfectly. She adores hearing his laugh; it's one of the purest and most delightful sounds. It was only recently that she heard him laugh again, having not heard it for months after the day they lost the third musketeer of their trio. It was one of the hardest moments of their lives, but sharing this kind of experience brought them closer than ever. Charlie was there for him when he hit rock bottom, stroking his back while he cried on the shower floor, freezing water running down their damped bodies. She was also by his side the first time he went to therapy, soothingly squeezing his hand before he entered the office.
“If someone had to fall in a ditch, it would be me.”
“You know that Max and I made bet on how long it would take you to fall in a ditch?” she replies, checking his reaction at the corner of her cerulean eyes. He grins.
“How much did you bet?” he curiously asks, one eyebrow arched.
“Fifty bucks,” his eyes almost snap out of their sockets. He stops, stepping off his board.
“Fifty bucks?! That’s insulting, thought I was worth more than that,” he shouts as she makes a u-turn, retracing her steps, stopping in front of him.
“I’ll give you half of it if you wait ‘till June,” Charlie sarcastically says to him, elbows leaning on the handlebars of her bicycle. He caught a glimpse of light in her gaze; a twinkle of amusement he always finds in the corners of her softly crinkled eyes when she smiles truthfully.
“Deal,” he winks at her, drawing a small laugh from her slightly parted lips. He picks up Charlie's polaroid from the basket at the front of her bike, signaling for her to ride so he can immortalize the moment for her. Marcus knows she keeps those famous polaroids in an old converse box as a source of happiness; they're memories of moments she doesn't want to forget.
He takes the little camera to his eyes, snapping a picture when Charlie turns her head to the side to look at him, smiling like there is no tomorrow. As the picture is slowly developing, he hears a squeal of tires and a squeal of surprise from the distance.
“Fuck Charlie!” he shouts, running towards her as she sits, holding firmly her right forearm. His heart tightens at the sight of her painful face, her traits are torn by pain and he can see tears gathering at the corner of her squinted blue eyes. Marcus hates to see her in pain; he knows she's not the type to complain about anything so when he sees her azure eyes filling with water, he knows it's serious.
“You got a few scratches,” he whispers, running his eyes over her legs and arms. “We’ll go to your house and clean you up, okay?” she nods, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Marcus tucks his skateboard under his arm, grabbing the handlebars and seat of Charlie's bike simultaneously.
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“Hold still,” his hazel eyes are focused on the mid-depth cut on her forearm. His bushy eyebrows furrowed, giving him a severe, almost cold sober look. She takes a big gulp of the rich whiskey she borrowed from her father's secret stash.
“Oh fucking hell!” she swears between her clenched teeth when the rubbing alcohol makes contact with the exposed flesh of her forearm. “That’s not the greatest feeling ever,” she whimpers, her forehead resting on his shoulder covered by his green olive shirt.
“I know, angel, I know,” he runs his hand through her blonde hair, gently stroking her scalp in a soothing way. She keeps her head resting against his shoulder, holding back the tears that threaten to run down her flushed cheeks.
“I’m usually the one taking care of you,” he knows it refers as much to all the times he fell off his skateboard as it does to when he hit rock bottom when their friend passed away. Charlie isn't used to being taken care of; she has always been able to look after herself without anyone's help.
Crying is for the weak.
She swallows her tears, putting her mask back on with a slight smile.
“Your new neighbor saw me fall,” she changes the subject, pausing to take another gulp directly from the whisky bottle. “Great way to make a first impression,” a light laugh escapes from her lips, but she halts when she notices his gaze turning away almost discreetly. “What’s wrong?”
Over the years, she has learned to read him like the palm of her hand; she knows he looks away to the left when he is hiding something from her and that he scrapes the back of his neck when he is embarrassed.
“I-I had sex with her,” he blurts out, avoiding her gaze while he still applies pressure on the bandage covering the wound on her forearm.
“Holy shit,” her eyes widened, not expecting this kind of disclosure. “Wait, what about Padma?”
“You know she is not my girlfriend, Charlz,” he sighs, finally sustaining her non-judgmental azure irises. It' s one of the things he likes about her; she never judges him and even if she did, he wouldn't know since she hides it so well.
“Was it good?” she does not insist about Padma, knowing perfectly well that she is the first one to know. He doesn't answer, looking thoughtful as if a million thoughts are running through his head. He steals the bottle of alcohol from her, gulping down a few ounces of the throat-burning liquid.
“What aren’t you telling me, Marcus?”
He shuts his eyes, exhaling loudly.
“I don’t know if I was good… God, I don’t even know if she came!” her heart tightens; he looks distraught and she knows that this is a big deal to him, after all, he just lost his virginity. He breathes heavily, his jaw as tightly clenched as his fists.
“Show me.”
“What?!” he opens one eye, eyebrows furrowed as if he was questioning if she was being serious.
“Show me what you did, I’ll tell you if it’s good,”
“You’re drunk, Charlz…I don-” he stops as soon as her silver rings coated hands grip the hem of his olive shirt, grazing the soft skin of his lower abdomen with her fingertips. Sitting on her knees, she brings her head up to his neck, pressing her lips against the skin. The feeling of her wet lips on his burning skin sends a shiver running through his spine.
“I’m sober enough to remember everything and give you my consent,” she whispers to his ear and he almost moans when she slightly nibbles his lobe. Her hands slips to the back of his neck, forcing him to hover over her as she lies on her back.
Both his hands are lingering on the buckle of her belt, struggling to undo it. She clutches his chin with one hand, plunging her reassuring gaze into his. He looks nervous, his hands trembling slightly when he takes off her jeans. She presses her lips to his Adam's apple, feeling him tense up at first, but relax as she sensuously slides her tongue up to his sculpted jaw.
“A-are you good with two figers?” he nervously asks, his right hand resting on the edge of her panties.
“Yes,” he hesitantly slips his hand into her panties, parting her legs with his other hand before sliding his index and middle fingers up and down her folds. She can see him blush when an almost quiet moan escapes her lips at the feeling of his fingers inside her core. He pumps them in and out slowly, as if he was afraid to hurt her.
“Try to curl them in a ‘come here’ movement,” she demonstrates with her own fingers. He nods and mimics her actions, making her whimper under him.
“That feels good,” she encourages him. “What did you do next?” she softly asks, rubbing her thumb against his cheek to sooth him.
“Hum, well, we-um, you know, did it,” he says, blushing like a little child who just got his first kiss with the popular girl.
“You didn’t go down on her?” she asks, looking quite shocked. He seemed clueless. “I mean, you didn’t use your mouth?”
“Uh no, should I have?”
“You boys really know nothing about female pleasure,” she sights. “Try watching lesbian porn next time, you will learn A LOT more,” He almost chokes, not expecting to hear this come out of his best friend's lips while his fingers are still inside her. They've always been comfortable with each other, but not to the point of talking about the kind of porn they listen to. The idea of her best friend watching porn and getting herself off almost made him cum in his pants.
“You do know what a cunniligus is, right?”
“God, Charlz, I’m not five years old! Yes, I know what it is!” he exclaims, his ego lightly bruised by her question.
“Well, show me then, playboy,” she challenges him, a cocky smile slipping on her lips. the alcohol going slightly to her head.
He pulls her to the edge of the mattress, kneeling at the foot of the bed between her legs. His lips kiss the skin on the inside of her thighs, sucking it until he sees a dark red mark appear. He gets rid of her underwear in the blink of an eye before placing her legs over his shoulders. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, licking a long strip between her folds without giving her the chance to acknowledge what was going on. He stops once his tongue rests on the bundle of nerves, licking around it in a circular motion.
“Fuck,” she moans. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“You really think I've never watched lesbian porn?” he teases her, biting the inside of her thigh, making her body jolt. He dives back his head to her core, sucking her clit into his mouth.
At leats he know where the clit is.
"Oh my god Marcus," she moans, squirming against his grip. He places his arm over her lower abdomen, pinning her body against the mattress. She can feel his two fingers sliding back into her core, the sudden feeling causing her hips to buck up against his face.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hun?” he praises her, fingers curling inside her just like she taught him. She could barely feel herself, letting out a series of high-pitched moans as Marcus tongue was working on her bundle of nerves.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she whimpers, her head pressed down against the matress. Her fingers tangle in his dark hair, tucking at the roots as she let out a cry, the euphoric feeling taking over her body for a moment. Marcus looks up to see her eyes shut tightly, her legs shaking on his shoulders. He can feel her core pulsating around his fingers as she comes down from her high.
He took a mental picture of her, engraving this moment in his memory forever.
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