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prettyg1irlstears · 2 months

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the pool deck (rafe cameron)

pairing: bfb!rafe

warnings: smoking, unprotected p in v sex, pool sex, breeding

you were spending the day with your best friend sarah. you were by the pool the whole day, just swimming, tanning and gossiping.

“oh no, we ran out of lemonade!” sarah says with a frown when he comes bavk from inside. “gotta go buy more.”

“i’ll wait for you” you smile while putting on sunscreen. sarah nods and you watch her disappear with her wallet in her hand.

ten minutes pass and you get a message from her: got distracted by john b. probably up to his place. sorry!

you just chuckle and shake your head. you still couldn’t believe that a kook princess would date the pogue king himself.

the sound of footsteps take you out of your thoughts and your heart skips a beat when you see their owner.

“hi ray” you smile, taking your sunglasses off to look at him and standing up from your sunbed. “how are you?”

”’sup, bunny,” rafe smirks, the nickname he gave you smoothly coming out of his mouth as he lights up a cigarette and taking a long drag. you were his favorite friend of sarah’s, always so sweet and caring, asking how his day was, all innocent.

“i’m doin’ good, how you doin’,” he blew the smoke out the corner of his mouth, watching her as she walked towards him. “you look good in that bikini.”

“thanks! i bought it last week,” you smile. and look at your bikini. “they also had a blue one but i thought this one was better.”

he chuckled at your words, flicking the ash off his cigarette “well, you have pretty good taste.” he commented, stepping closer to you, his gaze lingering on your body.

“thanks!” you smile and then look at the cigarette. you weren’t much of a smoker, but you took one when someone had them. “can i have a drag?”

hesitantly, he handed you the cigarette, his lips twitching into a smile. “sure, if you must.”

his eyes were focused on your lips, the way you suck on the filter, imagining how they would taste and feel wrapped around his dick.

rafe watched you take a long drag, your lips wrapped around the cigarette looking so tempting. he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving you. he was getting hard. “you look hot as hell.”

“really..?” you smile shyly. you’re not used to getting attention from guys, and you’re definitely not used to comments like this. “i don’t get that often.”

his eyes roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your figure with a predatory gaze, his breath hitching as his cock hardened in his swimming pants. he coudln’t take it anymore, he reached out, grabbing your ass, squeezing it softly.

you gasp, looking up at him with a shocked and confused expression that only made him grow harder. “what are you doing, ray??”

his hand slips lower, his fingers finding the damp fabric of your bikini bottoms. he chuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. he wants you, wants to strip you naked and ravish you. “i'm going to fuck you in this pool soon.”

that takes you off guard, making you swallow as you try to talk yourself out of it. “that’s unhygienic.. i- i could get an infection or something—“ you stutter, trying to stay calm.

“you'll be the cleanest bitch in town after I finish fucking you.” rafe whispers, rubbing your butt cheeks. he was already imagining what it would feel like to have you writhing beneath him, moaning his name.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue slides past your lips, exploring your mouth as his hand playfully slap your butt. if only you knew how much he wants to strip you and have you bent over the pool deck for a good, long, hard fucking.

“rafe— wait— sarah—“ you attempt to say between kisses.

his fingers dig into you hips, pulling you closer against him, his kiss turning more hungry as his arousal presses against you, his cock throbbing pants. “shut up and let me fuck you.”

you want to protest, to tell him that this is a terrible idea, that sarah will kill you when she finds out. but before you can respond, you have his fingers knuckled deep into your pussy

he devours your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours. he could feel your wetness coating his fingers and he couldn't wait to slide that sweet cunny onto his engorged cock.

you leave tiny moans and whimpers into the kiss as he fingers you, shamelessly moving your hips into his hand as your knees bend in pleasure.

he whitdraws his fingers before you can cum, a smirk on his face as he looks at you, his hands on your thighs. "get down on your knees, i wanna fuck you doggy right here.”

his eyes devouring your body as he watched you get into a kneeling position on the edge of the pool deck. he undoes his swimming pants and slides them down, revealing his big, hard and throbbing cock. “spread those legs f’me.”

you do as he says so and he positions himself behind you, his cock pressing against your wet folds. he reachs around and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it gently as he begings to push into your tight pussy.

you gasp, your pussy gripping his cock tight. “ray..” you whimper, followed by a low groan from him.

he pulls your hair harder, causing you to let out a small whimper. "shhh, baby. i'm gonna make you cum." he begins to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust, your plump butt jiggling.

all you can let out are small ah ah ah sounds, and god, that could make him cum right on the spot.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your neck. "i can fucking feel your pussy clenching around me, sweet thing. you want me to fuck you harder? or do you want me to pull out and leave you wet and needy?"

“harder.. harder, ray..” you whine out, the thought of him stopping makes you wanna cry.

without missing a beat, he thrust into you harder, pounding your soaking wet pussy. the sounds of his hips slapping against your plump butt combined with your small and needy whimpers filled the air. “look at you.. taking your best friend’s brother balls deep inside you..”

your eyes roll into the back of your head, feeling the knot in your stomach threatening to burst. ”ray!” you moan out, your pussy clenching.

feeling the sensation of your tight pussy clenching around his cock as you reach your peak, he pulled your head back even further and slammed into you one last time, holding you there as he came inside you with a long grunt. "i fucking told you i was going to make you cum."

small whimpers are leaving your mouth, feeling his warm and sticky cum dump inside you and his lips attacking your neck, all while still coming down from your high.

he stayed inside you for a while, waiting until his panting calms down. after a while he gently pulled out, leaving a mess of his cum in your wrecked pussy. "there's my good girl."

even though you’re completely fucked out, you still somehow manage to get up on your knees, turn around and hug him, seeking out comfort.

feeling your small body against his, he pulled you into a tight hug, basking in the afterglow of your intense fuck session. his voice was deep and soothing as he soothed you in his arms. "come here, my little mess."

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#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #outerbanks rafe #rafe imagine #rafe x you #drew starkey #best friends brother #prettyg1rlstears #blurbs𐙚

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mewhenimanangel · 10 months

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everywhere ʚɞ miles morales x reader

pairing: 42!miles morales x reader

synopsis: you were a wreck. it’s your mom’s one year anniversary since she passed. miles helps you feel better

wc: 3.0k

warnings!: swearing, death, death jokes, violence, kissing, n word used

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you begrudgingly pulled your blanket off you and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth. you were fighting so hard to not crawl back in your bed and sob into your pillow. it was the anniversary of your mom's death and all you wanted to do was cry.

you got in your uniform and put sunscreen and lotion on your face, not bothering to do anything else. you grabbed your bag and your phone and went out your door. your dad was standing there making coffee when he turned around to walk over to you and embrace you in a hug. "good morning baby" he pulled you back to see your quivering lip.

"i know, i miss her too. say what how about i make her special pasta that she always made. or at least attempt to." he joked. "yeah sure whatever" you fanned your tears and went out the door. safiya was standing outside your building waiting to walk with you. "hey bebe how you doing?" she rubbed your back. " i'm fine" you faked a smile. she knew you were lying but she didn't say anything and you two just walked to school.

your classes went by quickly, probably because you spent 90% of them staring out the window. currently you were in physics class doing the exact same thing, it's been a month since your schedule switched and you and miles grew a little closer, as close as he'd let you. you'd exchanged numbers and followed each other on social media. and he would join you and safiya on the walk home, silently walking at your side while you chat with your best friend.

miles looked through the side of his eye and noticed you hadn't even picked up your pencil since class started and were just staring into space, dejected expression on your face. he nudged your shoulder and whispered "what's up with you today, chiquita?"

"mm? oh, nothing." you mumbled looking back down on your desk. "you ain't even write your name, ms bennett's gonna get on your ass" he snickered. you just snorted a bit before going back to stare out the window. it was a rainy day out, how ironic.

he could tell something was off with you so he decided to help you out. "here, i'm done" he moved his paper to your desk. "just copy it" he told you.

you smiled at him before writing down everything he had on his paper, on yours. "you look different today" referring to your bare face "in a good way" he added when he saw your eyebrows furrow. "um thanks" you finished your paper just in time for the bell to ring.

you were in the bathroom washing your hands when the melanie came in. "oh..hi y/n, we miss you in math" she said with a condescending smile on her face. you rolled your eyes and dried your hands before getting ready to leave. "oh by the way since your fine daddy's single, do you think you could give him my number." you face twisted in disgust and you turned around and shoved her up against the wall. "fucking say shit bout my parents again and i'll fucking kill you." you snapped, pushing her head back against the wall.

"bitch is that a fucking threat?!" she pushed you off her. "yes bitch! i'll fucking gut-" "girls, where are we supposed to be??" a hall monitor interrupted coming into the bathroom. you grumbled an insult before pushing pass her and heading to the roof.

miles looked over from his conversation and saw you storming off from the bathroom, melanie following shorty after with the monitor trailing behind her. "yo i'll see you later aight" he dapped his friend up and followed behind you.

his eyebrows furrowed when he saw you sneak through the rooftop door. he followed through the door and snuck up the stairs. he saw you hunched over on the ground and he could hear your sniffles from here. he didn't mean to slam the door but he did and it startled you. you darted your head over your shoulders, quickly wiping your tears when you saw him. "what are you doing here?" you put your head back on your knees. "saw you when you stormed outta the bathroom, you looked upset. then i saw you come up here and i wanted to make sure you ain't kill yourself" he joked, making you giggle.

"why you up here anyway? and why you crying?" he asked, sitting down next to you. "i told mr brown i'd water the garden." your voice was breaking. "doesn't explain why you're crying ma" he looked at you. you didn't say anything for a moment, taking a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "today was the day my mom died, like a year ago today" you told explained. "i promised myself i wasn't gonna cry today but that fucking cunt melanie loves to piss me off"

"that why you said you fought her?" he asked. "mhm" you mumbled. "well she's a fucking bitch. don't take that shit from her." he told you, you nodding your head. "but...i get it. my dad's dead and when he died, niggas thought something was funny? so that's why i had beat lincoln's ass" he said. "god the people here suck so bad. m'sorry about your dad." you told him. "it's aight, i'm sorry about your mom" you smiled and nodded your head, holding back the tears that dared to slip down your face. "it's alright to cry ma. don't hold back i'm not gonna judge you"

you blinked and your tears came flowing down your face, you leaned your head on his shoulder and he didn't move it he just let you cry. "i just wanna go see her grave, but it's all the way in westchester" you wiped your tears. he stayed silent for a moment "then let's go see it. i have my license and i know where my dad's old car is" he told you, rising to his feet. "what? we can't do that. we have school and you can't just take your dad's car." you rose to yours too.

"what, is he gonna stop me?" he said making you giggle. "that's crazy. you don't have to do this really it's fine" "it's alright, if it'll make you feel better i don't mind. come on let's go through the door in the green hallway" he said going through the roof door, you following behind. you opened your phone to tell safiya you were skipping with miles.

'miles is taking me to my mom's grave??😭

we're ditching come with us' you sent the text.

'girl WHAT 💀' she sent.

'that emoji feels familiar 🤔' you sent back.

'stop. anyways i cant come, bout to start a test. just be safe baby. i love you' she sent back.

miles scoped out the hallway making sure no teachers or monitors were around. he pushed through the door and you two made a break for it down the street. "wait, i wanna get something" you pointed to the grocery store down the street.

you both went in and you picked up a bouquet of pink roses, her favorite flowers, from the front. you went to another aisle and picked up a pack of ferrero rocher chocolates "these were her favorite. one time my dad stood her up with work on valentine's day so she and i watched her favorite movie and ate a whole big pack of these. we were so sick afterwards. after i threw up she gave me medicine and sang me to sleep" you lightly laughed, biting your lips to hold back your tears. "she sounds great" he said giving you a comforting smile. "she really was"

you checked out and miles took you to an old garage, tugging open the door, a black buick sat on the other side. "does this even still work?" you asked opening the door. "should. if not i'll just make it" he turned the key in the ignition, engine sputtering in response. he groaned, opening the electrical system. he pulled out two wires, hitting them together until a spark emerged and the engine started. he looked at you with a cocky smile "there, all we need is some gas" "how do you know how to do that?" you asked putting on your seatbelt. "don't worry bout it" he drove off.

after stopping at a gas station and filling up the tank, you two drove the hour and a half drive to westchester graveyard. he let you control the music and would occasionally glance over at you while you just stared out the window. he watched you put your legs up in criss cross apple sauce and doze off, smiling at the way your mouth fell open and he could hear your soft snoring.

he pulled into a nearby parking lot and tapped your thigh "we're here" he told you. you stretched and rubbed your eyes, looking around to make sure it was the right place. "you were snoring mad hard" he teased you. "i was not!" you gasped. "yes you were" "nuh uh, i do not snore" you retorted. "yes you do, could barely hear the music" he lied. you rolled your eyes fondly and opened the car door, grabbing the chocolates and the flowers.

he followed your lead to her headstone and you let yourself plop down next to it, resting the flowers down gently. "hey mom" you leaned your head back. "miss you, god even after a year it still doesn't feel real" your voice was breaking and miles figured he'd back off a little, sitting back on a bench nearby.

"i'm a junior now, me and safiya are still as close as ever but i've been making new friends. dad and i have been weird but if feels like it's getting back to normal now?? his cooking still sucks ass tho" you giggled "oh i got a job now, i'm a barista at mel's. i've been letting my hair grow longer and i redecorated my room. i started reading those poetry books that you had always wanted me to and brandy's been in my playlists on repeat, maybe it's silly to do this because i like to think that you know all this already cause you're watching over me."

"i miss you so much mommy. god i wish you would just come back, how is this not some stupid joke" you wiped your tears, but they wouldn't stop streaming down your face. you turned around and kneeled, knees sinking into the soil beneath you, hands resting on top. you couldn't control it anymore you let out a broken cry and shoved your face in your hands.

you felt miles tap your shoulder and pulled you to your feet. you looked at him, face scrunched up with bloodshot teary eyes. he moved a hand up to your cheek wiping away the tears that rolled down your face. "ugh this is embarrassing" you grumbled, shoving your face in his chest, and he put his arms around your shoulders. "it really isn't. i get it y/n, trust me it'll be okay. i'm not saying it's gon stop hurting but it'll hurt a little less with time." he told you.

he reached in his book bag and took out a small pack of tissues. he handed them to you so you could wipe your tears off. "put your leg up" he told you putting his hand on the underneath of your knee. you put your hands on his shoulders to support yourself and he used the tissues to clean your knees. you let out a small laugh "thanks. really thank you so much for this, you genuinely did not have to do this at all." "it's alright ma"

you checked your phone seeing a missed call and texts rom your dad. 'where you at? school call me tell me you not there??' 'answer me before i call the police' they read. you giggled a little before telling him you were in westchester, which he did not take lightly and told you you were in trouble but right now you didn't care.

you went to the bench miles was sitting on and grabbed the chocolates. "you wanna eat some with me?" you asked him, holding out one to his hand. "you not gonna eat till you throw up right. i don't fuck with vomit." he put out his hand. "no!" you laughed which made him smile.

the two of you sat there on the bench for about another half an hour talking about whatever. your parents, your lives outside of school and knowing each other, etc. while eating the chocolates. you stopped yourself before you got too into them. "ah we should probably start driving back" you told him. "you sure?" he looked at you. "yeah, dad said i'm in trouble when i get home anyways" you got up and closed the container.

"well. since you're already out can i take you somewhere?" he asked. you twisted your mouth in thought "but my dad-" "well if you're already in trouble when you get back why not stay out a little longer" you let him convince you and got in the car for the drive back to brooklyn.

when you got to brooklyn he drove straight past your buildings and to a nearby unused subway station. you went down and he walked you all the way to the end of the platform going onto the side of the tracks. "alright are you trying to fucking kill me" you hesitated in following him. he chuckled "relax ma, no trains run here anymore it's an old track" he put his hand out to you and you took it and you both walked down the tracks. "alright we gotta hop the fence" he told you.

"are you crazy" you furrowed your eyebrows at him. "it's not even that high up, i'll go first" he climbed the fence and jumped down, swiftly landing on his feet. you followed behind and lost your balance when you were on top causing you to fall over but not before he caught you and put you down. "will you chill out" he laughed at your annoyed expression.

you kept walking for about a minute until you saw a wall full of graffiti. "my uncle takes me down here sometimes and we just paint" he told you, tossing a can at you. "you wanna do a mural for her?" he asked you. you smiled and nod your head "what does she look like?" he asked you. you pulled out your phone and opened the photo album you had dedicated to her, picked a photo and gave him the phone.

"wow she's beautiful. you guys look like twins" he said holding up the phone to a blank part of the wall. "she should fit right in there." "you think i know how to spray paint?" you said shaking the can. "i can help you."

and so he did, he found a color to match her skin tone and her facial features. he did most of the artwork, putting you on his shoulders to do the hair and the top of the rose. you stepped back and admired the finished product. it was your mom with a big smile on her face with her signature red lip, you added details such as your matching necklace, the beauty mark on her cheek, her smile lines and a hand that held a single pink rose.

you smiled and tears stung your eyes, mix of happy and sad but mostly happy. you looked at the time and saw it was almost 9 o'clock. "ohh my dad is gonna kill me" you groaned. "do you think you could take me home now?" you asked him. "yeah it's mad late" he picked up his bookbag and you guys walked back out of the track.

he drove the car back to the garage and you grabbed your book bag before you guys got out, walking to your block getting to the front of your building. "thank you for today, like seriously. i don't know anybody who would've drove me out for two hours just to sit at a grave." you giggled. "you were sad and i didn't like that, wanted to make you feel better." he nudged your shoulder. "you did make me feel better, thank you" you threw your arm around him, pulling him into a tight hug wrapping around his waist.

you threw your arms up to his face, pinching his cheeks "who knew you were such a big softy morales" you said in a playful baby voice. he rolled his eyes before looking into yours, face softening. your hands were still on his face and his were still around your torso.

your eyes flickered down to his lips before going back to his eyes, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. you quickly pulled back "oh sorry! don't know what came over me" you frantically apologized. "don't apologize" he whispered before pulling you back in. you threw your arms around his neck, hand rubbing against his fade. his hands were on your waist pulling you closer to him.

you were interrupted by your dad poking through the window five stories up. "y/n! you had me going crazy wondering what the hell you were doing and you out here kissing boys?!" he shouted, baffled expression on his face. "girl get inside" he told you through gritted teeth. "goodnight miles" you giggled pulling away from him. "g'night" he said back to you. "and boy who your parents is? cause i will be giving them a call! got my damn daughter out at night kissing all up on her" he pointed at miles, grumbling the last part. "dad relax!" you shouted up at him. "get inside!" "what does it look like i'm doing?!" you shouted back, opening the building door.

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flyingfabio · 23 days

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le mans thoughts dump!!!

sorry it’s gonna be a picture-less dump because i wasn’t prepared and i only had only my phone with shitty camera quality… also this going to be a mess. first general remarks and then a fabio special part of course… under a read more because i think it’s gonna be longgg

general remarks about the event

well not a surprise but le mans is CRAZY. so many bikes so many people and the atmosphere… you don’t need beer or anything else to feel PUMPED there

the weather was GREAT and i felt it made the experience so enjoyable. i wore long jeans and big tshirts and applied sunscreen and spent time in the grandstands away from the sun and yet my face is red. i have a sunburn on my chin. MY CHIN.

i didn’t feel unsafe or witness anything gross during my time there. important to mention that i was with my brother and didn’t camp on site so the experience can definitely be different for others. there ARE overly drunk people at the circuit and some entitled people smoking weed with families with kids nearby…

as for the camping sites you could see them from the circuit and HEAR them from afar and it is WILD. never in my life i think i would be capable to camp there lmao

so many things to do at the venue: the village, fanzones, a stunt show, fireworks… you can feel how this gp is organized as a whole experience for the fans

did i mention a lot of people?

obviously some things to improve especially the management of the entrances/exit points of the circuit but with so many people at a venue that is not that big i can understand the struggle. maybe they need to think about implementing a limit for the attendance at some point

i had grandstands tickets and it was really enjoyable to have a place with shade to sit down at any moment though i LOVED going to sit on the grass trackside to watch the bikes, especially with the warm weather. sad that we only had time to watch from only a few places at the last turns of the circuit (raccordement, “s” bleus, chemin aux boeufs). would have loved to sit at garage vert for example.. we only did this on friday and saturday because we thought sunday would be too crowded. people literally come at 6-7 am to get the best spots!

the NOISE. thank god i brought my earplugs with noise reduction. the bikes are very loud on their own obviously, but if you are trackside you can watch without ear protection easily. but in the grandstands on the straight? HELL NO! i think it’s very special to le mans where the place is acting like a “soundbox”, amplifying the sound

where we sat in the grandstand we could see the canal+ booth from the other side of the straight. at some point i was like wait a min… isn’t that maverick and rivola out there? and i was right, my bro was shocked i could recognize them from their backs and so far away… also guessed raul, miguel and lin jarvis. maybe i’m too deep in the motogp hole? also recognized the back of a fabio cut-out that people had installed at the bottom of our grandstand but this is a given i guess

idk where to put that but i saw pecco’s mascot so many times i’m starting to think there are actually two of them

also the speaker at the circuit was shit. he flopped so many times

the races

overall good races!

moto3 was good, especially because they were close and there were overtakes for the win at the end

moto2 was meh, some good battles in the pack but the race was over after lap one... probably was the only one looking for tony at every lap and cheering for him. rude speakers saying how he was fighting for the championship last year and how he is struggling this year. bitch it's not his fault that speedups are suddenly rocketships 😭

motogp sprint… it’s better that i don’t talk about it. thank you acosta for the overtaking crumbs

motogp race!! i thought it would be a repeat of the sprint, but it turned out to be such a good battle at the front! the crowd went NUTS when martin and then marc overtook pecco. obviously it’s so nice to get battles like these at the front for the win, but this doesn’t erase the fact that it’s still ducati only. and for me motogp CAN'T be at its best unless it’s different brands fighting it out

you know my distaste for the sprints, but i have to admit it adds something to the experience at the track, especially for casual fans like my brother. for me i really enjoyed friday, seeing the different bikes go around the track and observing the different riding styles. my brother much more enjoyed saturday and sunday when there was more “at stake”. this sprint was shit though

my grandstand was… something lmao. a mix of marc truthers and booers. pecco haters who had beef with the pecco grandstand next to us lmao. pecco grandstand started to cheer for pecco after people clapped when the speaker announced martin as the poleman… you can imagine they weren’t as loud after the race lmao 😭

the japanese bikes… it’s so depressing to see irl you have no idea. this weekend basically all of them (except fabio) were hanging out at the end of grid with augusto fernandez...

the marini case is even worse man. it’s so bad that i think i had left my grandstand before he even crossed the finish line on sunday and i’m not even kidding (many people were leaving just after the winner arrived to try to get out of the circuit quickly)

pedro acosta was probably the most applauded after the frenchies and marc

that jorge martin guy is REAL fast on a ducati i’m afraid

marc marquez is a showman

weird personal observation but i was less stressed before the race start than i am when i’m watching on tv

FABIOOOOOOOOO

as i said last year, he really is his people’s DARLING

but first about his performance this weekend. INSANE. straight to q2 with an insane lap. with fellow fabio truther lady sat next to me we held our breath until the very end of the session… then during q2 i remember thinking well let’s see fabio qualify p12 now and then when he pushed that tractor and it got him to p6 at some point? my jaw was on the floor and everyone around cheered

the sunday race… man. i felt it IN MY BONES that fabio would crash at some point. i knew it when he was just in front of aleix and he was manhandling that bike in every direction just to stay in front. then i saw that he had managed to make a small gap to aleix and i thought “he wants too much and he’s overriding it too much…” next when the yellow flag alert appeared i knew…

it was clear that he wanted to give his everything this whole weekend, no matter how shit the bike was. it was no coincidence that the cross necklace was back this weekend…

even my brother who is the casual of casuals noticed the difference of riding style. said that it was obvious how much fabio was fighting the bike compared to others

the special livery. my god it was SO beautiful on camera and irl… the bike looked so good on the track and fabio looked radiant in those leathers. i tried the special le mans cap but it was a flat brim which i don’t like very much and it looked ugly on me so i bought this baby instead

i was pleasantly surprised not to hear any fabio slander during the entire weekend. when you look at the comment from moto french “fans” on facebook it’s always full of hate (he only thinks about money, he is too “feminine” or whatever bullshit, homophobic shit etc.) even with his special livery (shit like omg can you believe he is a MAN and likes to wear PINK???) i heard nothing. probably for the best or i was ready to throw hands

rins didn’t come with fabio on stage in fanzone for the “meeting with riders” event and it’s understandable poor guy probably wouldn’t have had any question for him

it’s crazy how fabio’s voice sounds different to me irl. at some point i thought he sounded like mbappé 😭

when asked who was his favorite rider (the question didn’t mention past or present, but then the host said well let’s go from the current riders) fabio answered marc marquez is a legend of the sport. also joked don’t worry valentino fans lmao

got asked if he thinks there are too many ducatis on the grid. you can imagine the reaction of the crowd lol. then said that “yamaha and myself are working hard to have two more yamahas on the grid… and two less ducatis smirks”

someone asked him the obvious question of why he stayed at yamaha. answered how he understands why people don’t understand his choice right now, but that they will in the coming few weeks and right there i believed him. this man could sell me the moon

hardcore fans who take this rare opportunity to ask fabio to sign their fabio related tattoo will never fail to make me cringe but what’s way worse is the man who thought himself entitled to ask fabio about his private life in front of everyone and how “we never see the many women who are after him” posted there (do you get the gross implication there?) anyways. the cunt got booed and fabio got applauded when he answered that he has the right to keep some parts of his life private while he already shares many things with the fans

maybe i will conclude on this but going there you understand why yamaha had to do everything to keep fabio. going beyond the performance element which is obvious, fabio’s marketing power is insane. when fans were asked about their favorite brand, yamaha got the most applause. i didn’t count but i think the yamaha/fabio merch was the most worn among fans (maybe alongside with vr46 lol). and like yeah we’re in france so obviously it’s more visible but having managed to keep the face of their brand is essential in rough times like these. take honda for example, it’s like they weren’t even there this weekend, even with zarco riding one…

probably forgot many things but i think that’s enough lol. i’m already missing it (thank god i took this day off to recover) and i will certainly go again in the future!! (maybe not every year because it’s A LOT though)

#motogp #fabio quartararo #elie at le mans #elie.txt #tagging fabio because there is a strong focus on him obvs #then going back to work tomorrow... what if i kms

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madebyrolo · 4 months

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𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺 ོ

𝘑𝘫 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳

Y/n and Jj decided to have a beach date without the rest of their pouge friends. They love hanging out with them but they just needed a one on one day after everything they been through.

sort small blurb

not proof read/edited

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Y/n sat on her beach chair under an umbrella with hard lemonade in her cups holder. Y/n and jj decided to have a beach date taking time away from the group. They went to a public beach surrounded by family’s, friends and couples on vacation. The sounds of segals mixed with the different genres of music playing in the background including reggaeton, country and pop. The smell of sunscreen, saltwater and bbq filled their noses. Although it wasn’t the most peaceful setting they loved the community vibe. They needed some happiness and sun after everything with losing the gold.

Soon jj came back with food he got at a stand. He got them sandwiches and more beer.

“Here you go darlin’. I got you turkey” jj said handing her the sandwiches as he placed the beers in the cooler.

“Thank you love” she grabbed the wrapped paper that said turkey unwrapping it taking a big bite.

“Ooh these are so good oh my” she said with her mouth full.

“Yea maybe keep it in your mouth then..” he said with a small laugh.

Y/n gets her speaker playing the pouges beach playlist called “the bitch” with a picture of jj passed out on his surf board. Omar Apollo’s,“Kamikaze” started playing which cause y/n to immediately perk up.

“Oh my god he’s go good I can’t-” she put her sandwich in a sand free spot and got up turning up her music. She started dancing getting a few looks from people but she didn’t care. She was vibing.

“Alright y/n sit down and eat your sandwich.” Jj joked with her

“Fuck you boy, imma leave this state and never come back, never never come back.” She sang along. After the song finished she finally sat down finishing her sandwich.

After a few minutes jj got up grabbing her hand and leading them to the ocean. They had to zig zag through the groups of people but they made it to the coast. There were little kids in the shallow part, they walked passed them going waist deep into the water. The swam closer to now being shoulder deep floating in the ocean. They were farther away from the shore in a little more secluded area with just them but not too close to the surfers.

They swam and play fought in the ocean, splashing each other until one of them got pissed off. jj making sure y/n wasn’t floating or drowning as they got farther in. They floated at least 30ft above the sea floor engulfed in each other arms, jjs chin rested on y/n head. Just taking in each other presence and enjoying the peace and safety they craved.

“In a way I’m glad we lost the gold.” Y/n spoke

“Like don’t get me wrong I wanted the money but all the danger and drama that was in it wasn’t healthy.” she said as jj pulled away getting a better look at the girl.

“Yea I get it but it all would’ve been worth it if we got it.” Jj said trying to make her feel better.

“Laying in silk bed sheets on a California king, jaguars and lambos in our drive way. Endless refills of Budweiser given from our butlers.” He said with his eyes sparkling.

“Yea your paradise” she rolled her eyes.

“Still, mine or yours we would be happy and filthy rich. Full kook remember?” He said looking for a bit of happiness in her eyes.

“Would it though ? Rafe literally killed a cop, John b almost died? we were getting chased by death every. single. day. If we were to got it, who knows who would’ve went after us again.” she said as a small tear fell down her cheek.

“Even now with gold is gone. People are starting to believe John B killed Officer Peterkin. Ward with his power can put us all in jail. Or worse.” with another one trialing down.

“Hey hey hey- don’t cry. It’s all going to be okay, we have each other alright? I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He said pulling her into a hug.

“Let’s just enjoy the sun yeah? Happy wife happy life” he said giving her a kiss in the cheek.

“Wife?” She questioned. Yes they were boyfriend girlfriend but they haven’t been together long enough to even consider getting married.

“Yes my wife?!” He scoffed giving her kisses all over her face.

“Didn’t know we got married, must’ve missed it” she giggled return.

“Ah yes everyone was there, John b, Pope, Heyward catered. Even Rafe” he joked

“Rafe? Can’t believe he got the invite AND accepted it” she joked with him

“Yea, he was jealous, saw the tears in his eyes.” He said hinting about Rafes small feeling for you.

“Oh shut it, that was traumatizing. I rejected him and he actually looked hurt yet so angry. If you wouldn’t have gotten there in time who knew what he could’ve done. You saw what his did to Peterkin.” She pushed him away.

“I’m sorry my princess. I wouldn’t let him or anyone lay a finger on you.” He said pulling her back.

“You’re not going anywhere Mrs.Maybank.”

“Oh like you can tie me down ?” She smirked looking up at him.

“Oh honey I already have.” He retuned the smirk bringing her into a deep heated kiss.

“Come on let’s go home Maybank.” She said swimming towards the shore.

“Right behind you Mrs.Maybank.”

-time skip-

Jj and y/ns car came to a stop in John bs driveway. They followed eachother hand in hand giggling from the past convo they had in the car. As they made their way through the front door jj spoke up.

“JOHNATHAN ? SARAHHH?! KIE??? PROOPEEEE!?” He yelled out checking to see if anyone was around, throwing their nicknames in.

A couple seconds pass and no a single sound was heard.

“Hmm house to ourself. What to do, what to do….” He said looking around perusing his lips acting all innocent.

“Let’s head to the guest room, might as well take it before someone else comes home right?” she said playing his game.

“Might as well ya know?” His noses scrunched up.

Jj dragged y/n by the hand entering the room locking the door behind her. She turned towards the bed before jj quickly picked her up, legs around his waist and his hands holding her on her lower thighs slowly working their ways up.

“So what did you say about tying me up?” She said grabbing the side of his face.

“Better I show you yea?” She said throwing her on the bed.

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Heard there was a jj fic drought 💋

maybe I’ll do a pt.2 with a smut lmk

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#jj maybank #obx netflix #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #rudy pankow #jj smut #outerbanks rafe #ob

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2knightt · 1 year

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heyyy i love ur acc. SM. do u think u could do johnny x reader w some type of argument or the gangs reaction to having an argument?? like i dunno some one tryna come onto johnny and reader throws a lil bitch fit? IF NOT LITERALLY JUST IGNORE THIS LMFAAOA LOVE YA

↳you the fucking coldest₊˚✧

➬ johnny cade x fem!reader

a/n; THANK U OMFG!!! ILYT!!! ALSO I GOT TOTALLY CARRIED AWAY LMFAO IM SICK AND BORED SO. also,,,SORRY I DIDNT ADD IN SOMEONE GOING ONTO JOHNNY I HAD NOTHING FOR THAT LOL

you and johnny were the perfect couple, but every couple has their rough patch.

you had heard that your cousin was in, the two of you were real close before he moved up north.

but it’s not like you were gonna see ‘em. too lazy, you said.

one day, you were just chilling on your couch. it was hot in oklahoma, but who’s surprised? it’s always hot.

but this time, it was so bad you wanted to go into soc territory just for the pool they got.

you were about to say fuck it and go, until you heard a knock.

all your friends and johnny just come in, they should know that by now.

you sighed and got up and walked towards the door.

“hey, y/n! long time no see?”

“ANDY?”

your cousin just smiled and opened his arms, welcoming you in for a hug and you gladly took it.

you dragged him into your house where you talked for hours, catching up, reminiscing about the old days, laughing, all that good stuff.

the next day, it was still unbelievably hot.

so, you and andy thought it’d be funny to go into soc territory for at least an hour of being cool.

jam packed in there, you joked about how you felt like a fish in a sardine can.

the two of you got in after andy started scolding you for not putting on sunscreen.

you and him had so much fun! so much fun that you forgot about the people around you, like johnny’s friends.

two-bit thought it’d be funny to be a well known grease in a soc’s pool.

until he saw you, laughing with some GUY in the pool! splashing, chasing each other and basically flirting!

so you better believe he rushed right over to the curtis house to see johnny cade sittin’ on the couch.

“JOHNNY! I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING IT’S IMPORTANT.”

“wo-woah, calm down two-bit. what is it?”

“I’M PRETTY SURE YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS CHEATING ON YOU! I SAW HER IN THE POOL WITH SOME GUY! THEY WERE BORDERLINE FLIRTING TOO!”

and johnny’s world came crushing down.

he was devastated, but even that would be an understatement.

was he not good enough? was he too quiet? too shy? did he not take you on enough dates?

the poor boy was on the verge of crying, ‘till dallas winston came in and started shouting some nonsense.

“how ‘bout we go pay your broad a visit later? right when they come back, huh?”

“why?”

“to confront her, ya dummy.”

his friend said, smacking the top of his head lightly.

and pay you a visit they did!

you put on your cousin’s favourite movie, made some popcorn, gave him his favourite soda, and right when you got comfortable, you heard another knock.

weird, again.

you opened the door with a sigh to see your boyfriend and dallas winston right behind him.

johnny looked pissed while dallas looked…normal.

his friend bent down and whispers something in his ear and walked off.

“so, where were you? at the pool?”

“yeah? wait—how’d you know?”

“oh so you don’t even TRY to hide it?! cheatin’ on me in public, y/n?! are you fucking kidding me??”

he shouted at you as you scrunched up your face.

cheating?? with who??

“what? i wasn’t cheating on you?! i never would, johnny! be serious right now.”

“i bet you have him in here right now. two-bit told me how he looked. wouldn’t be a problem if i looked, right?”

he said, squeezing his way into your house.

he locked eyes with andy real fast.

“…are you fucking with me, y/n?”

“what? that’s my cousin.”

“yeah fucking right!”

he threw his hands up in the air and stormed out of the place while you tried to explain.

he just slammed the door shut, leaving you speechless.

you cried and cried on your cousins shoulder while he apologized for not speaking up.

the next day, you went on a hunt for johnny cade.

you found him in the lot, he looked like he was cryin’.

“johnny? johnny please let me speak.”

all he did was give you the stink eye and walk away.

you kissed your teeth and rolled your eyes.

if he didn’t wanna hear you out, fine.

let him be like that.

dallas knew he fucked up. he knew he fucked up real bad.

he caught a glimpse of what he thought was your side fling through the window but he noticed, he looked an awful lot like you.

dallas winston went on his own misson, to find your mother.

he found her at her workplace and he dropped the question that’s been on his mind.

“hey, uh, mrs.l/n.”

“oh my! hello dallas, lovely to see you again.”

“yes, yes you too. uh, do you know this guy that’s been at your house? has brown hair, tall, sorta looks like y/n.”

“oh, andy? that’s my nephew. he’s just the sweetest! you should go talk to him, he’s visiting this crummy old city for awhile.”

ah shit. shitshitshit.

he just ruined your guy’s relationship!

scratch that—two-bit just ruined your relationship!

he ran while thanking your mother, he ran his ass alll the way to two-bits home.

he knew he’d be there, drinking, watchin’ mickey mouse, and whatever other bullshit he does.

dallas barged into his home and shouted for his friend, only to find him on the floor.

“what d’ya want, dal?”

“you fucked up, you fucked up realll good.”

“what?”

“that was her COUSIN YOU DOPE.”

fuckkkk.

how was he supposed to know?

and that’s exactly what he asked, after the feelings of guilt washed over him.

“how was i supposed to know?”

“i knew with just one look! how couldn’t YOU TELL?!”

“WELL SHOOT WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO NOW?!”

two-bit asked, jumping up to his feet.

dallas licked the inside of his cheek while looking of to the side.

“i dunno, explain it to johnny?”

“if they end things for real, i ain’t never believin’ in love again.”

dallas shook his head as two-bit walked through his door. he couldn’t help but agree with his friend.

they drove until they seen him walkin’ around, lookin’ like a bum.

“hey, johnny! get in! we gotta talk.”

johnny nodded and got in the back seat.

“we gotta talk about y/n.”

he groaned and leaned his head back against the head-rest, looking up.

“seriously? can’t we talk about somethin’ else?”

“no, johnny! we messed up.”

it’s too late for ‘mess ups,’ now.

johnny rolled his eyes and got out of the car while dallas chased after him.

“hey, man. we’re being serious.”

“how much she pay you?”

“nothing! i ain’t spoken a word to her.”

“yeah right.”

dallas sighed as johnny started walking in the opposite direction.

he walked to two-bits car and knocked on the window and two rolled it down.

“go n’ find y/n and tell her johnny’s sorry. he ain’t yet, but he’s gonna be when i tell everyone else.”

two-bit nodded and drove off while dallas started walking to the curtis house.

steve and soda were off work, ponyboy wasn’t in school since it’s the summer, and it’s the weekend so darry can’t work.

he basically kicked the door down, and shouted for everyone to get into the living room, NOW.

“what is it, dal?”

“yeah, what happened?”

dallas sighed and said answered their questions,

“johnny and y/n broke up over a the uh,”

“the cheatin’? yeah we heard.”

“yea..can’t believe she’d do that.”

“but she didn’t. that was her goddamn cousin. even asked her mom to confirm.”

the house erupted into gasps and groans.

“so what do we do?”

“convince them to talk to each other. they gotta come ‘round sooner or later.”

they annoyed johnny, and they annoyed you.

your whole days were filled with the gang shoutin’ your name, but you thought it was to argue over the false accusations.

so you walked the other way, and johnny did the same.

until, sodapop and steve finally cornered you.

“if you guys are here to yell at me, i ain’t no cheater!”

“we know, jeez.”

oh. now you kinda seem like a douche.

“oh. so, what do you want?”

“TALK TO JOHNNY, PLEASE!”

“PLEASE!!! IF YOU DON’T I’LL UH—I’LL BREAK UP WITH EVIE!”

“what the fuck, steve?”

“go with it, soda.”

they whispered to each other, while still glaring at you.

“yeah’ an-and i’ll kill ponyboy!”

“okay not that far.”

steve said, turning to look at soda.

you giggled to yourself watching their banter. you kinda missed them, just as much as you missed johnny.

“does he even wanna talk to me?”

“uh-totally!”

“yeah girlfriend! let’s go to my house! he’s there, just bawling!”

even though you were confused at the nickname, you still went with the two best friends.

you three walked into the curtis house where you seen ponyboy rubbing johnnys back while they sat on the couch.

he was sittin’ with his head down and his hands intertwined.

they pulled darry’s chair so it was right in front of johnny.

steve sorta, pushed you into the chair.

johnny looked up and soda wasn’t lying. he had looked like he’s been crying.

the gang walked into darry’s room to leave the two of you alone.

you were the first out of the both of you to speak.

“i-i’m sorry johnny.”

“no-no. i’m sorry, y/n. i’m sorry i ain’t believe you, i don’t know why i acted like that. it was so stupid of me. and i still love you, i really do.”

you smiled and got out of the chair to sit next to johnny.

“that was real stupid of you. next time, just let me talk, okay?”

“i will. i swear, i’ll be a better boyfriend. just give me another chance.”

you kissed his cheek and grinned at his shocked face.

“couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, but you.”

you guys were having a sweet moment, just staring into each others eyes, living in the moment.

until you heard cheers.

“YESS!!”

“FINALLY!!”

“good for you guys.”

“I DON’T HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH EVIE!!”

“AND I DON’T HAVE TO KILL PONYBOY!!”

“wait, what?”

may 27th, 2023. 8:56PM

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #johnny x reader #johnny cade x reader

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miss-americana-reputation · 1 year

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a/n- haven’t wrote for eddie in such a long time but i needed to do this omg. thanks for the lovely @oneforthemunny for this.

the prompt i chose- 🦀- eddie's sunburnt. he refuses to wear sunscreen and now he's burnt. how do you take care of him? how does he let you? coddle him, baby him, bitch him out and tell him "I told you so" the choice is yours lol.

mafia!eddie x reader

fluff, eddie is a stubborn bitch, cussing, he lightly spanks her, and a bit of petty reader. please use sunscreen this summer

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“let me.” i say, holding the bottle of aloe vera in my hand. “no.” he pouts. “it’ll make it not hurt.” i state. “i’ll be fine.” he shrugs. “eddie.” i state.

“it’s not that big of a deal.” he shrugs. “you could have cancer.” i point out. “why didn’t you use sunscreen?” i ask. “it was your idea to have a pool day.” he points out. “and? you’re a grown man. you should’ve used sunscreen.” i point out.

“i didn’t think i would get sunburned.” he says. “oh, because your a big bad mafia guy? the suns afraid of you?” i tease. he shoots me a very disinterested look and i smile at him.

“please, let me. it’ll make it feel better, not as itchy and painful.” i answer. “fine.” he gives in. he’s shirtless and he sits down on the edge of the couch and i kneel behind him.

i squirt some of the gel onto my fingers and rub some onto his upper back. “feel better?” i ask after a moment. he just shrugs and i put some more onto his back. i rub it all over the area, his back and shoulders, with a bit of his neck.

“it’s gonna peel probably.” i explain. “i’ll help, don’t worry.” i kiss his now sticky shoulder. “okay.” he nods. i softly massage his shoulder until i pull away. “eddie.” i whisper softly, mumbling it against the side of his face. “yes kitten?” he smiles. “please wear sunscreen.” i state.

“i’ll do it. only for you.” he promises. he softly takes my hand and holds it. “i love you.” i say softly, kissing his temple. “i love you.” he melts into my touch.

we stay there for a moment, resting against each other. his large hands keeping mine inside of his.

“does it feel better?” i ask. “a little bit.” he nods. “eddie.” i sigh. he softly laughs, getting cut off by me playfully slapping his sunburn. i laugh at the noise made and as he tenses up.

before i realize it, he has me flipped onto my stomach with my hands held behind my back. “i’m sorry. eddie.” i giggle. “wanna slap it?” he says with a heavy playful tone, he fails to not show his amusement. “does it feel good?” he smiles as he playfully slaps my ass.

“eddie!” i say as he lets me flip around. i’m now looking up at him, caging me in. “you’re a little sun kissed, huh? got some freckles.” he smiles at me. “you have some.” i point out. “not as cute as yours.” he says and softly kisses me.

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have a fun summer :)

#munnysummergame #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #mafia au #mafia!eddie munson #mafia!eddie #mafia!eddie x reader #writing challenge #summer #he’s so babygirl

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horanghater · 10 months

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Who Wants to be a Dumbass?

Summary: Seungkwan wins the olympic gold medal in overthinking in under an hour and Jeonghan wins some money on the side.

▸ Pairing: Seungkwan x AFAB!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+, humor, f2? Minors / Ageless accounts DO NOT INTERACT. You will be blocked.

▸ Warnings: suggestive dialogue

▸ Word Count: 961

▸ A/N: More for KBCS’s Bon Voyage Bingo event! Prompt: Sunscreen (yes again but different lol) Kisses for @shuadotcom my forever-beta!

Seungkwan has been pacing for the last 20 minutes trying to make sense of this, but the longer he thinks the more he works himself up. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. He spies his phone light up on the coffee table in his periphery, reminding him of the unread message waiting for him. Really deep breath in, ok?

Finally, he grabs the device, bracing himself as he reads over the preview of your texts.

Y/N💐: i wanna go to the pool tomorrow, but… 11:23pm Y/N💐: Attachment: 1 Image 11:25pm Y/N💐: Kwannie :( 11:35pm

The attachment is dangerous. When he saw the preview come in 20 minutes ago, he glimpsed your bottom lip, quirked up just slightly. And from what else he could see in the minimized image, it also included your chin, neck, and the suspiciously bare expanse of the top of your chest. You’ve sent Seungkwan plenty of selfies, but something was different about this - he just knew it. But different how? What would he see when he actually opened his messages and saw the photo in its entirety? What if you sent something by accident? What if…what if you sent something on purpose? Seungkwan lives a moderately stressful life, but this is definitely the most stressed he’s ever been. The thought of seeing his crush - seeing what he’s pretty sure could be the love of his life, actually - indecently shoots equal parts excitement and terror through his veins. It’s that excitement that pushes him to unlock pandora’s box.

He enters his password and holds his breath. Y/N💐: i wanna go to the pool tomorrow, but there’s no one to help me put my sunscreen on! will you help me? 11:23pm The image beneath the message is better than anything Seungkwan’s imagination could have conjured up. You’re smirking, chin up and confident. His eyes stroll down your neck, past your collarbones to your exposed upper chest, image cut off just at the top of your cleavage. White sunscreen is smeared everywhere - oh. Oh. It looks a lot like cum. Like Seungkwan's wettest dream that he has on a regular basis at this point. As if you’ve never applied anything to your skin in your life. As if your hands suddenly stopped working. As if you specifically wanted Seungkwan’s hands to do the work instead.

When he eventually does remember how to breathe, he reaches out to a lifeline. In times such as these, it’s helpful to phone a friend. “It’s midnight, loser, what do you want?”

“Y/N sent me a bunch of stuff and I’m freaking out,” Seungkwan cries, numb to Jeonghan’s (typical) greeting.

Jeonghan sighs dramatically on the other line. “You’re always freaking out. What’d she say?” “She sent me a photo.”

There’s rustling and suddenly Jeonghan’s voice is so much clearer in the receiver. “What kind of photo?”

“Y-You know. Like, a photo.”

“Like, a photo-photo?”

Seungkwan is still reeling from the image of you in such a suggestive pose. “I guess? Maybe? I don’t know.” Shit, what if he’s blowing this out of proportion? What if he just saw what he wanted to see?

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’? Did she send nudes or what?”

“No!” Even though he was literally just imagining you naked, hearing anyone else talk about you like that makes Seungkwan almost offended on your behalf. “It’s just her chest and–”

“Tits count as nudes.”

“It’s not her-” why is he whispering? - “boobs, it’s just, like, the top of them, you know?”

“I don’t know because I can’t see the pic and you’re being a bitch.”

Y/N💐: hey Seungkwan the read receipts are on i’m sorry can… 12:03am

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Jeonghan tries again, “Just try to describe it.”

“There’s, um, sunscreen? I think? All over the top of her chest. It looks kind of like… Her face isn’t even in it. But she said she’s going to the pool tomorrow and needs–”

“Yyyes!” Jeonghan claps. “I called it!”

“Pardon?”

“Shua and I were betting on who’d confess first. I was right, naturally.”

This guy.

Wait, is this a confession though? Seungkwan really needs to check his messages. What if he wasn’t supposed to look? No, that text was for someone else. Oh no. He shouldn’t have looked. He’s such a fucking creep. You’re never going to talk to him again. “Seungkwan!”

“Yeah? Sorry, man. What if she’s not into me like that?”

“Are you dumb?”

“Jeonghan, shut up. It’s just that - what if it was a butt dial?”

“Oh my god, you are dumb!”

“Look, I’m just–”

Y/N💐: Facetime Video

“Fuck, Han, she’s facetimeing me!”

Another clap from Jeonghan. A condescending sendoff wrapped with love. “Break a leg! Just tell her the truth!” The line clicks dead and Seungkwan is left staring at your incoming call with seconds left to pick up. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no rrreally deep breath in no no no no no exhale through the mouth no no no no no. “Y/N?”

“Seungkwan, listen, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just misinterpreted–”

“I-I’d love to rub sunscreen on your tits!” Seungkwan gasps loudly and covers his own mouth, mortified. What was that? Now he’s definitely a creep and this will be the fumble that haunts him to his grave.

You’re not saying anything. Did you hang up? No, you’re still on, but you’re not saying anything. Phoning a friend right in such a critical moment was the absolute stupidest–

“Actually, there’s something else you could rub all over my tits if you want?”

“...Pardon?”

#kbcsbonvoyage #kvanity #boo seungkwan #seungkwan x reader #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seungkwan fic

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paranormalactivity5 · 8 months

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the swimsuit situation

eddie munson x chubby!fem!reader

a/n: AHHHHH FIRST FIC. please feel free to give feedback and constructive criticism!

you can still remember exactly how you met it was the year 1978, you were in 7th grade. you saw a boy who you knew from always goofing off in your english class being picked on by some girls you also knew to be well.... bitches, in plain terms. you can't quite remember exactly what they picked on him for but that didn't matter, what mattered was that you chose to stand up for that boy and that decision changed your life for the better. Since that day you and the boy you came to know as Eddie Munson have been attached at the hip.

However, in 8th grade, there were small changes, barely noticeable if you weren't looking for them hoping they mean what you think they mean. It was small things like, walking together when your hands brush and you both look at the ground in nervousness, someone asking if you're dating and you both look to the other to see how they react before saying no, usually the question was the annoying part but lately the answer became the problem.

Now, it was the summer of 86' and things had changed, you were less awkward, and Eddie had to redo senior year twice but he had finally graduated. Steve had decided to throw a pool party for the group as Nancy and Robin were graduating as well. So here you were putting your swimsuit on, it was a dark red two piece with black stars on it and it fit just right, still showing some of your chest and bottom while also not being too revealing, it hit that sweet spot perfectly. You looked in the mirror one last time, you saw the round of your stomach, the stretch marks littering your body, the bumps and dents in your thighs and felt...happy. Over the years as your body changed you grew to resent it for doing so, hiding it with baggy clothes and always wearing shorts and a shirt when swimming but you had recently come to the realization that bodies are supposed to change and look different and that this is what a real body looks like, you and your body are beautiful and anybody who disagress can fuck right off.

You heard the familiar sound of Eddie's van horn honking outside your house and quickly threw on a loose DIO shirt as a coverup and grabbed your beach bag containing towels, sunscreen, and all the pool essentials and walked out to Eddie's van. Opening the door, setting your stuff down and being hit with the smell of weed and cigarettes which seems to never leave the van. "why Hello there sugar" oh yeah, eddie had taken to calling you every pet name in the book, almost never failing to make your heart skip a beat. "hey eds" you replied, using a nickname you had called him since you were young. "so, what are we feeling today?" he asked blowing cigarette smoke out if his mouth as he speaks "Lets ride the mother fucking lightning!" he lets out a small whoop of excitement from your choice as he pops the cassette tape in the player.

You arrive at Steve's house and walk through the house to the back where you're greeted by the rest of the group and begin chatting with everyone. About 10 minutes later Nancy and Mike arrived. Nancy gave Mike oversleeping as a reason for being late but you quickly walked over to hug her and give your congratulations to her on her graduation, knowing how hard she worked for this. A few moments later robin loudly asked "come on, are we gunna swim or what?" and that triggered everyone to remove their covers and pile into the pool. You remove the loose shirt from your body and get in without having any idea what you've just done.

Steve sees Eddie visibly malfunction, eyes blown wide, and face red at the sight of you and pulls him away. "You gotta get your shit together man" steve tells him "w-what" eddie replies clear nervousness in his voice "oh come on eddie stop the bullshit, the way you look at her, the way you're looking at her now, its plain as day you're in love with her and, Eddie, she looks at you the same" eddie mouth feels dry, his face bright red "you really think so?" he asks making sure Steve isnt fucking with him "I know it, but heres the thing, other people see how amazing y/n is as well and i know of a couple people who have been waiting to get the chance to ask her out and if you dont do it she'll get tired of waiting on you and go out with one of them." Oh shit, he's right. He can't blame them, he believes you are damn near perfect and somehow it didn't occur to him that other people would take notice of that too. Fuck, he has to do this soon.

The day had since calmed down but Eddie hadn't, thankfully you had put your cover up back on before his body had the chance to betray him in front of you. You were all sitting around the fire pit in the Harringtons backyard, everyone who was old enough to drink was doing so, letting the younger ones sneak small sips every now and then. Jhonathan had then decided that you needed more beer so you stood up and began walking to get more, Steve looks at Eddie and nods his head in your direction, Eddie got the hint and got up to follow you.

Eddie has been in his head so much that you didn't even notice him until you got to the fridge "Jesus christ Eddie! You scared the shit out of me!" you exclaim as you bring your hand up to your chest trying to steady your breath. "sorry…" "It's fine..so..why are you being all creepy following me around silently?" you say in a joking tone with a slight awkward laugh, you were put off by his nervous demeanor; he was never like that, especially with you. You had been trying to keep your distance from him today because he just looked so fine, black swim trunks, shirt off, tattoos on display and now with the same trunks but now a cropped metallica shirt with cut off sleeves and half dried hair pulled into a loose pony, safe to say he looked drool worthy.

"i think i'm about to do something really fucking risky" he says, his voice shaky "wha-" then he does it, halfway through your sentence he fucking does it, the thing you have been waiting on for years. He kisses you nervously, hands slightly clenching and unclenching at his sides. He feels like heaven, you put your hands in his hair, as soon as he realizes that you're enjoying this all the nervousness leaves his body and he becomes the teasing, cocky Eddie you know. One of his hands rests on the side of your head, the other kneading the plush of your hip. Your lips moving together like they were maybe to do so, hell, maybe they were. His tongue swipes your bottom lip asking for permission, which you grant, your tongues fight for dominance but he quickly wins. The only reason you pull away is because of the need for oxygen, when you do pull away you're both gasping for breath with dopey smiles on your faces. "Oh my god" Eddie says in a low tone "so just so we're clear, you like me?" you ask. Eddie laughs. Fuck. Your nerves are quickly relived when he says "Shit sugar, how much more clear could i be? I fucking love you….y/n." His tone becomes more serious towards the end. "well I fucking love you too Eddie Munson" you say with the most love drunk grin on your face. He pulls you in for a hug and the two of you just sit there basking in the moment. Robin busts the door open "hey where the hell is the beer-oh, well finally" and shuts the door again, you both burst out laughing, and grab the beer. Hearing a series of "ouuuuuuu"s from the group as you rejoin, hand and hand with your boy.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #fanfic #paranormalactivity5

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nykie-love-anime · 1 year

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Day 18 ~ Road Trip

The team during a road trip to the beach and their roles while on this road trip.

Daichi

The one driving

Because coach and Takeda are tired after the year they just had and they deserve sleep

No other answers are accepted, except for Sugawara, because they want to arrive to the beach safely

Yeah coach Ukai and Takeda are there but the boys wanted to treat them for everything they have done for them

Reader

The one that brought snacks and drinks

Tissues for Tanaka because he usually cries during some movies

A first-aid kit because they are rowdy boys, they get into a lot of accidents

And movies to play on the car screen for said rowdy boys

Tanaka

The one that screams punch buggy the whole time when he sees a Beetle

He punches someone “gently” because man doesn’t know his strength

He is the one that cries at the movie playing

He loves to play dumb car games along with Asahi

Nishinoya

Man loves to snack

“I want one.” He points at the chips in Hinata’s hand

“Give me that.” He takes the box of cookies from Asahi

“Let me just take that.” He takes the bag of chips from Hinata because he is less likely to bite him

Asahi

Likes to play car games like the old man that he is along with Tanaka

Let’s Nishinoya eat his cookies because he brought extra just for that reason

Not that the rowdy boy ever lets him eat alone with the second box

Brought a volleyball ball and a net just for beach volleyball

Sugawara

Plays the games along with Asahi and Tanaka when he is not giving directions

The one that actually know how to read the roadmap when the GPS gives out

The co-driver whenever Daichi gets tired or just needs a break

Just being an amazing navigator not missing any signs where to turn or somethings like that

Tsukishima

Backseat driver

He just likes to bitch about everything and everyone

If he doesn’t like the food you packed you will not hear the end of it

“This is a boring movie Y/N.” to “Could you not pack better snacks?”

“Can you guys shut up I am trying to focus on my music.”

Has his headphones on for most of the ride after he is done bitching

Hinata

The one that sits in the very back, quietly for once while looking out of the window not bothering a soul

Because Kageyama is out cold for most of the drive he can be a bit calm

Just waiting to get to the beach to play volleyball because boy is obsessed

Kageyama

The sleeper

He loves his sleep and he knows once they get to the beach he is not going to sit still for a minute

The eater

But going back to sleep after filling his stomach

Yamaguchi

The one who reminds the driver to pull over so that everyone can go to the bathroom

Also remind the driver the boys needs to stretch their legs

And telling interesting facts about what he knows

“The cornea is one of only two parts of the human body without blood vessels.”

Then he goes on and on about what he knows but they love him so they pretend to listen to all his facts

Loves to give his 2 cents when Daichi and Sugawara are talking about certain things he knows a lot about

Ennoshita

The one that has the perfect music taste

He plays music every time they are on a trip

Will accommodate everyone’s need when it isn’t crap songs

Kinoshita

Like Hinata he sits in the very back

Reading the newest spy drama series he is interested in

Not talking unless he is spoken to

Narita

Also sits at the very back

He likes to play video games on his switch only bothering you when he is hungry for something

Like Kinoshita he is quiet unless spoken to

Takeda

The one who reminds everyone to put on sunscreen once they get to the beach

Also the one who reminds everyone to drink enough fluids as it is very hot as to not pass out from dehydration

Coach Ukai

He is the one that doesn’t listen to Takeda and catches a nasty sunburn

He fell asleep after getting to the beach because he didn’t sleep to well the night before

Thanks to Takeda keeping him awake stressing about their safety on a phone call

Yachi

Buys everyone an ice cream of their choice

Reads quietly while watching the boys play beach volleyball

Will participate when they ask her to help the with extra players

Like Takeda reminds the boys to drink water

Kiyoko

Keeps the rowdy boys in check when they start to get to loud in the bus and on the beach as well

Plays volleyball along with the boys without being asked

She is not afraid to dive for the ball and everyone is impressed with her

Including you, her twin brother, who could not be prouder that you taught her how to play in your first year as high schoolers

Day 17 | Masterlist | Day 19

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alyswritings · 2 years

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hi! can i request a jj maybank x daughter reader where they are having a beach day with the pogues and she somehow gets away to the water without any of them noticing? jj freaks out because he can’t find her but then sees her at the shoreline collecting shells for him..fluffy ending💜

The pogues get to the beach, JJ keeping a firm hold on Y/N's hand so she doesn't run off into the water. They find a good place and set all their stuff down, Y/N requesting to make a sand castle.

"Here." Kie holds a bottle of sunscreen out to her blonde friend.

"Kie, I'm not putting sunscreen on." JJ says.

"I don't care what you do. It's for Y/N." Kie states.

"Sunscreen is for wimps, Kie." JJ complains.

"Wimps, smart people, and babies. She falls under the baby category." Kie says.

"Well, she's my kid." JJ retorts.

"Fine. But don't come bitching to me when she's crying and all red." Kie says, tossing the bottle onto the towel.

JJ glares at her, reaching for the bottle, hating his friend's triumphant grin and his other friends' laughing.

JJ applies the sunscreen to all visible parts of Y/N's body, putting maybe a little too much on her face.

"Aww... it's the female Frosty the Snowman." John B jokes, seeing his niece's sunscreen covered face.

"Shut up, man." JJ grumbles. "Come on, princess, let's go build your sandcastle. Away from your annoying aunts and uncles." He says.

- - -

JJ spends most of the day looking after Y/N and doing what she wants. The others would join or go surfing. At some point, Kie and Sarah took over Y/N duties so JJ could go surf.

Now, the pogues are all settling down to eat the picnic that the girls packed for them.

"Okay, baby, you want grapes or orange slices?" JJ asks, digging through the basket of food. Not getting a response, he turns back to look at his daughter, but doesn't find her. "Y/N?" He looks around their area, still not finding the toddler.

"Uh... uh, guys?" JJ calls, the shakiness in his voice making the other pogues' laughter go dead. "Where's Y/N?"

The group look around, finding no sign of the toddler.

"Y/N!" JJ screams.

"Y/N!" All the pogues call out. They continue to yell out for her as they search the beach.

Pope and John B stand the water, looking out at it.

"You don't think she would've gotten in the water, do you?" Pope asks.

"No. Nah, man, she knows better than that." John B says.

"Unless she say something interesting." Pope argues.

"What would she see in the water that makes her go in?" John B asks.

"I don't know. Maybe a reflection got caught on the sun. She likes shiny things." Pope shrugs.

Sarah and Kie ask around if anybody has seen the toddler. JJ continues to yell out for Y/N, hurrying down the beach, doing his best to find the girl.

"Y/N!" JJ shouts again. He looks around, stopping when he spots his daughter crouching and picking something up from the sand. "Y/N!" He calls, running over to her and he practically slides on his knees as he reaches her.

JJ grabs her arms and makes her stand up.

"Y/N, what the hell?! You don't run off like that! You scared the hell out of me!" JJ exclaims, feeling anger, worry, and relief all at once.

Y/N whimpers at his loud voice, her eyes getting teary. All the other pogues run up, standing a few feet behind the father and daughter.

"Sorry." Y/N whimpers. "I got you sea shells." She holds her hands out, a bunch of sea shells of different colors and sizes being held in them. JJ looks down at the shells, his heart still pounding against his chest.

JJ takes a deep breath as he starts to calm down, bringing Y/N into a hug. He cradles the back of her head, his other arm wrapped around her tighter than ever.

Kie motions for the others to leave, letting the two be alone, the group making their way back to their picnic.

After a few minutes, JJ pulls away, smoothing Y/N's hair down.

"Thank you for getting me sea shells. That's very nice of you. But next time you wanna do something, make sure you have me or one of your aunts or uncles with you. You're not allowed to go off alone, especially by the water." JJ tells her.

"You could've gotten hurt or run into somebody bad and I don't want that. I know you're still in the learning stage and we're usually at the chateau where you don't have to be glued to me, but out in public, you gotta at least stay in my line of vision. Got it?"

Y/N nods, sniffling, as tears fall out of her eyes and JJ wipes them away.

"I don't wanna yell at you, baby. But you really scared me and you shouldn't go off by yourself." JJ tells her.

"I'm sorry." Y/N says.

"Why don't we go eat lunch? I think we could both use some food." JJ says and Y/N nods. He wipes a few more tears away and kisses her on the forehead.

"Do you want the sea shells?" Y/N asks.

"Of course I do. They're for me, aren't they?" JJ says and Y/N nods. "Here, you hold some and I'll hold some." He says, taking about half of the sea shells from her. He uses his free hand to hold her free hand, his grip soft but protective.

"I'm sorry." Y/N tells him again.

"Don't run off again, okay?" JJ says and Y/N nods. "You want grapes or orange slices?"

"Grapes!"

Taglist: @glxwingrxse @venomsvl

#jj maybank #jj maybank x daughter reader #jj maybank x daughter!reader #outer banks jj #obx jj

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jrooc · 10 months

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Heat Syncope

A.U.gust 2023 - Day 16, Soulmates, @gallavichthings

Here's a little something I whipped up this morning for A.U.gust.

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It was mid-summer and hot as hell in Chicago. The heat had reached that peak where it just beat down on you, radiating off the concrete and making you feel like you were baking. It was making Mickey grumpy as hell.

Mickey being grumpy in the mornings (or in general) wasn’t exactly news, but it was especially bad today. He lit a cigarette and poured the freshly made coffee into a mug adding his three sugars and some cream, walking out onto his tiny balcony that a tiny table and two small chairs. He sat down in his usual seat. Ian usually sat in the other chair.

Normally by 9am he’d start to feel more human but his black mood just hung over his head. It wasn’t just the heat, if was being honest with himself - and he definitely wasn’t - it was that a certain redhead he’d recently started seeing had had to work the night before and got stuck at work. He'd had texted late the night before saying he couldn’t make it over. So Mickey had woken up alone and hot, his apartment feeling like an oven. A miserable empty stupid oven. He ignored the irony that his huge ginger.. whatever he was to him, ran hot and an extra body in his bed would only have made things hotter but he didn’t care. That redheaded asshole had wormed his way into Mickey’s life and bed and now he seemed to sleep terribly without him.

They hadn’t been dating that long.. dating.. fucking.. whatever. But Mickey felt like an addict. He felt totally outta control around the redhead. He wanted to be around him all the time. He said and did all these stupid soft things now, who was he even? He basically couldn’t say no to him. Would do anything for it. It was fucking terrifying. It always felt so big, like he’d jumped - or been pushed- off a cliff and was free falling. He kind of hated it. But also didn’t hate it at all.

Fuck. He shook himself. There was a tiny breeze on the balcony but no reprieve from the intense heat of the sun that was already picking up momentum this early in the day. He didn’t work until that night but didn’t know if he could stay in this apartment all day. His mind turned to Ian but he shook his head. That was it, he hated feeling like a little bitch. He was done. No more messing around with Gallagher. That asshole thought he could just come and go as he pleased? Probably already moved onto someone new. Maybe he didn’t even have to work? Maybe it was an excuse. Maybe he’d gone out to some bar. Mickey got madder as he sat there.

His phone buzzed.

Gallagher: Hey Mick, how’d you sleep? Sorry I couldn’t make it. The hospital was crazy busy last night.

Mickey read the message and he felt his resolve fall away a little. He put his phone down. He wasn’t going to answer.

Gallagher: I missed ya. Gallagher: It’s hot as fuck today. I think my brain is melting. Would you wanna go to the beach with me? I know it’s far but I don’t think I can’t stand the city today. Gallagher: I’ve never really gone to the beach, but I dunno. Thought you might come with me. 🤷 Gallagher: Probably not your thing but thought I’d ask.

Mickey swallowed hard. He knew Ian rambled when he was nervous. He reread the messages 3 times over.

I missed ya.

Ian missed him.

They’d only spent one night apart in days. His reflex was to reply with something that was snarky. Or call it gay. But he couldn’t stop rereading it. He couldn’t even remember why he’d been mad before. He saw the 3 dots appear again, probably meaning more nervous rambling from Ian was on its way.

Mickey: Calm your tits Gallagher. Fine I’ll go to the fucking beach with you.

The three dots disappeared and reappeared.

Gallagher: Ya?? I’ll bring towels and snacks. Do you think they sell snacks there? Wanna meet me at the L in 30 mins?

Mickey: Better bring some sunscreen. I bet your freckled ass burns like a motherfucker.

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An hour and a half later Mickey found himself standing in freshly purchased bathers in a place he never really pictured he’d be.

At the beach.

Stood next to a man who in this moment he really wanted to fucking kiss. He looked up at Ian who was standing in his bathing shorts and a white t-shirt. He held a hand up to shield his sunglass covered eyes and took in the scene before turning and grinning at Mickey.

“It’s nice!” Ian decided. “It’s hot. And crowded.” Mickey countered. He felt nervous. He couldn’t swim and didn’t know how to tell the redhead that. Which made it even more ridiculous he’d said yes to this plan in the first place. Fucking Ian. But the water did look cool and inviting.

Ian grinned at him, “Okay Mickey. We just need to cool you down.” Mickey’s stomach did an uncomfortable flip when Ian grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the water, their towels safely stowed under an umbrella behind them. Mickey followed a few feet behind, looking down at where their hands were clasped. In public. For anyone to see.

Ian pulled them until their toes touched the cool water. Mickey felt the sweet relief of the coolness sweep up him and he did feel better. He felt like he’d been hot for days.

“Oh god that’s nice.” Ian groaned beside him, tugging him a step further into the water and not releasing his hand. Mickey felt his blood speed south at the sound.

“Not sure you can make sounds like that here, Gallagher. These shorts don’t leave much to the imagination.” He hissed back.

Ian looked at him, his grin growing even wider, an evil glint in his eyes. “Oh? You’re that easy to get going, Mick?”

“Well no one was in my bed this morning to suck my dick so I'm a little on edge.” He grumped.

Ian’s eyebrows lifted and he chucked. All sorts of amused by Mickey’s grumpiness. It kind of blew Mickey’s mind, while everyone else in the world seemed to fear him and his moods, Ian seemed to take it as an invitation.

Ian let go of his hand then, pulled off his shirt and sunglasses and tossed them on the beach. Winked at Mickey and then ran a couple steps and dove into the water.

Mickey stepped backwards, hands up to shield himself from the splash.

Ian surfaced, flipping his red hair back, water pouring down his head and strong shoulders when he stood up again in the waist deep water. He looked hot as fuck. If the cool water hadn’t been enticing, Ian in it certainly was.

“Come on in, Mickey, the water’s fine.” He called.

Mickey took another tentative step in and stopped, “Think I’m all good here, Gallagher. Cooling down already.”

Ian frowned, a thought crossing his face. He walked over to Mickey and reached out, putting his hands on the brunette’s hips.

“Can you swim, Mick? I didn’t think to ask.” He asked quietly so no one could overhear. Mickey didn’t know how he always seemed to read his mind. Also he was being so considerate, how was this guy real.

He swallowed and without thinking answered honestly, “No man, when would I had had time to go to a pool. Who woulda taught me? My asshole Nazi Dad?” His cheeks burned red.

Ian nodded, Mickey had told him a bit about it.

“Right!” He said, decided. “Guess you’re just gonna have to trust me then.”

“Wha-?” Mickey started to ask but Ian had already grabbed his hand again and was pulling him gently into the water.

“Come on, Mick. I promise I’ve got you. You need to cool down.” He stopped their plight and turned around, “Do you trust me?” He asked, suddenly sincere.

Mickey looked into those green eyes and couldn’t help himself, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. “Yeah, man, I trust you.”

“Good, come on then.” Ian said and pulled Mickey into the water.

When it got deep enough, Ian pulled Mickey towards him and made him wrap his arms around his neck.

Mickey couldn’t believe he was doing this in broad daylight with another man, but it just felt so good. Ian felt strong and his muscles hard in Mickey’s arms. Their chests pressed against each other, hearts beating against each other. The water was deliciously cool and refreshing, giving him a reprieve he hadn’t felt in days. He glanced around, there was no one near them in the water. He relaxed into it.

They floated together for a few mins, Ian’s long legs resting on the sand keeping them above water. Mickey wrapped his legs around Ian’s hips. Ian pulled him closer and nuzzled into his neck.

“Mmmm you smell good.” He mumbled. “I missed ya last night.” He said quietly. Mickey’s heart skipped a beat and then restarted at double the pace. He knew Ian could feel it with their chests pressed against each other under the water.

“Ya man, I, uh, missed ya too.” He mumbled back, the big feelings were back making his chest ache.

He didn’t get how Ian’d known. How he’d figured out exactly what Mickey had needed all day and made it happen. This wasn’t a sex thing, I mean the sex was fantastic but this was more. His heart felt like it was going to explode.

Ian pulled his face back and placed a chaste kiss to Mickey’s lips. He looked into Mickey’s eyes, an emotion shining there that Mickey knew was reflected in his. It felt too big, he didn’t feel ready to talk about it.

Ian opens his mouth to speak and closes it. Seemingly changing his mind.

“Wanna ditch work tonight? Just say fuck it. Stay around here, maybe get some tacos and beer?”

Mickey knows in that moment. Such a small thing. But it just hits him. He thinks he’s known for a while. But it’s in all the little moments of their day. Everything leading up to this moment.

Ian’s his soulmate.

#a.u.gust 2023 #gallavich #soulmates #drabble #Mickey's cognitive dissonance #mickey milkovich #fanfic #beach day #Ya I guess it's hot out today and I'd rather be at the beach #a little fluff for your day

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dumbkatsu · 2 years

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omgg hi!! I saw your post about writing your own TGCF X readers- Would you mind if I were to request a Mu Qing X Reader istg this man only has X Feng Xin stuff and I'm on the brink of insanity T^T THANKS MAN

Hey anon! I understand your struggles for real

Mu Qing is so pale that he turns so red when he blushes that you might be afraid that he has a sunburn

Speaking of which. If you convince him to go to the beach he'll dip himself in sunscreen and stay under the umbrella the whole time.

Be careful though bcs Feng Xin might throw him in the sea when he is taking a nap

Contrary to Feng Xin I think mu Qing would be more of a ghost of tsushima and dark souls type of guy. Even shadow of the colossus.

He had his fnaf phase and he's not proud of it

This bitch has a full 12-step face routine.

He feels very relaxed afterward though

We all know this dude is a first-class tsundere so be prepared.

Sarcasm is a constant in your relationship.

A lot of teasing comments to make you scoff and laugh with him.

He can be a prick at times but the intention is there.

After all, he expresses his feelings better with actions than with words.

When it's raining and you forgot to bring something to cover yourself with. Don't worry he'll be there with an umbrella at hand.

He would first nag you about being stupid and not being prepared when it was obvious it was going to rain -_-

But he then makes sure you are fully protected. Even if his shoulder does get wet.

If he is in a specially good mood. He'd treat you to some nice warm food or drinks.

On the outside you might think he finds you annoying as hell.

But deep down he loves you sosososo much you have no idea how much he loves your silliness.

A lot of comfortable silence moments for sure. He feels so at peace with your presence.

Also, I can totally see some library dates and museum dates.

Cuddling with Mu Qing would be incredibly relaxing. He would dim the lights and put some soft R&B to chill.

He would stroke your hair and listen to you talk about your day.

He has a bit of a tough time waking up, but he isn't a sleepyhead. He just needs some incentive.

And seeing you in the kitchen preparing coffee for both of you and feeding his cat Min couldn't be incentive enough.

If you want to try random things with him. You do need to convince him a little. He thinks some things are lame. But then he sees your excited face and he reckons that if it makes you happy then it's worth the try.

He can surprise you at times too! With a bit of help from his trusty f-friends (and surprisingly enough Hua cheng and Pei ming), He prepares a night out doing the things you love and going on sappy romantic dates.

(He won't admit it but he got emotional when you saw me before you. You saw him tear up at the end of the movie)

When it comes to kissing he can be a bit hesitant at first. But when he gets more confident his kisses are direct and passionate. They make you know how much he loves you and wants you.

He generally holds his liquor but when he gets drunk you've never seen him more clingy. It's crazy he won't let go of you and he only wants cuddles and lowly rambles on how you are so beautiful and how thankful he is to be with you.

As cold as he can be and as hard as it is to get him to open up to you and get him to talk about what bothers him to you, you have to keep trying because deep down this little boy just wants to be understood and to be listened to without judgment. So when you see him obviously upset at something, sit him down get him to relax and talk to you.

A/N: I'm baaaaaack. I'm so so sorry anon for the delay but I've recently entered a writer's block bcs I had no idea what to write. If you think this is too short don't hesitate to ask me for more! Don't worry other anons that sent requests, I will respond to you soon ;)

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phantomtgm · 1 year

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Phantom - Chapter Twelve

Phantom’s P.O.V

Something extremely bright disturbed me out of my sleep and I peeled an eye open to see that the sun had risen. I groaned, rolling over and caught a whiff of cologne. I immediately froze. Where was I? I opened both of my eyes and saw a messy bed with a black sheets. Yeah this was not my bed.

What the hell happened last night? I sat up, looking around and saw several pictures of Maverick, Goose, Rooster…and my dad.

Oh no, this cannot be happening!

I was in Maverick’s bedroom.

How drunk did I get last night? Did we sleep together? How did I even get here? Questions just fired off in my brain and if they didn’t stop I was going to actually scream. I jerked and looked down to see I was still clothed. Thank God.

I would much rather prefer us having sex sober than drunk, not that that was even important at the moment but it still left me to wonder what happened last night.

Ughhhh!!! I rubbed my hands down my face and sat there for a good ten minutes before even getting up.

Scooting off the comfy bed, I tiptoed around the room to find the bathroom. Maverick wasn’t in the bed so I figured he slept on the couch. For someone who was a wild card, he sure was neat and organized, unlike me. My dorm room was a hot mess.

I found the bathroom and shut the door. I looked in the mirror and found myself to be a hot mess. My hair was a rat’s nest, my skin looked horrible from all of that sunscreen yesterday, and the mascara I had on was just plain awful. I looked like a freaking raccoon. I couldn’t go out there in front of Maverick like this!

I could feel my heart racing but I gripped the counter in an attempt to calm down. “It’s okay. Everything is just fine.” I muttered.

Looking back into the mirror, I told myself not to be a little bitch. It was going to be okay. I took a deep breath then turned the water on to rinse my mouth and try to freshen up the best I could.

Feeling a lot less like a zombie, I walked out of the bathroom and tiptoed into his living room, if you could even call it that and the smell of bacon assaulted my nose. My stomach immediately growled.

Well that’s just cute.

“Mornin sweetheart…I made breakfast.” Maverick said with a smile. I looked everywhere but him while he was at the stove.

“You can sit down, I’ll bring it to you.” I remained silent as I sat at his makeshift table. I smiled at how he lived in a freaking airplane hangar. Very typical of Maverick.

Not even a moment later did he slide a plate of bacon and eggs along with some orange juice in front me.

“Thank you…” I said quietly.

He just smiled and began eating his food meanwhile I picked up the fork and took a tiny bite of the eggs. My stomach was feeling a bit queasy, not just because of last night but because I don’t remember what happened and how I ended up at Maverick’s house.

Silence passed and I couldn’t take it any longer so I nervously rubbed my hands on my legs and said “What happened last night? Because I do not remember how I got here…” My voice sounded small but he heard me because he very slowly put down his fork and looked at me with worry.

“You don’t remember?” I looked up at him and saw how amazing he looked which caused my heart to beat erratically. Ugh. I couldn’t stand how much he affected me.

“I remember being at the bar and having some beer but don’t remember how I got here.” Maverick took a sip and confidently said “I brought you here.” I lifted my eyebrows, surprised.

“Oh.” I said and I could see a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Do you remember what you told me last night?” Immediately, my cheeks begin to heat up. I did remember that. I just didn’t expect him to say something about it this morning. I don’t know why though because I volunteered the information and I should feel better now that I full on confessed it.

The screech of a chair caused me to look up and see that Maverick had scooted next to me and grabbed my hand.

“It’s okay if you don-” “I do remember what I said.” Rubbing circles into my skin, he said “I don’t want to pressure you.” He simply said and I was confused. “What do you mean?” He took a breath and said “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to -” I interrupted him once more because I could see where he was going with this and I didn’t want him to think I didn’t want him but I did. Probably a bit too much.

“Pete…I do want you, more than you probably know. I know I was drunk when I said it so…don’t think that what I said wasn’t true.” I reached out with my own hand, touching his face.

Apparently that boosted his ego a bit because he said “Oh I know…” A pause then “They say drunk words are sober thoughts…”

“Yeah….” Too nervous to say anything else.

I was looking everywhere but him and he was probably questioning it.

Fingertips reached out and swept the hair out of my face. With one hand, he touched my jaw, bringing me face to face with him. There was a sweet look on his face and my heart melted. Leaning in ever so slowly, he placed a tender kiss on my lips and my hands clenched in nerves. It was a kiss I’d never experienced before and I wanted more but he pulled back.

I furrowed my brows as I watched him get up, grabbing our plates to take them to the kitchen. I should have helped but a thought came over me suddenly.

“Mav…” I said quietly. He turned around and said “Yes?”

I stood from my seat and walked towards him. “What are we going to do?” I asked and he looked confused so I elaborated. “I mean…how is this going to work? You’re my instructor…isn’t that against the rules?”

At that revelation, I was scared he was going to put an end to this before it even began. I didn’t want this to end even though not much had happened.

“Ahh…well we all know I’m not a stickler for rules.” Maverick said that in a joking tone but I was serious. I wanted to know how this was going to work. He must have seen it on my face because he dropped what he was doing and walked over to me, grabbing my hands.

“No one has to know right now….we can make it work if you trust me.” His hand came up to cradle my face and I leaned into it. “You should already know I trust you.”

“Mmhm…didn’t seem like it the other day.” I opened my eyes and said firmly, “That’s because you pissed me off.” He chuckled and pulled me in for another kiss. This time it was more intense and I had to clutch the countertop, keeping myself from pouncing on him.

Our mouths moved in sync and I placed one hand on his abdomen, letting myself roam. Maverick pulled back with a smirk and said “Are you feeling me up?” Flames erupted on my face and I said with a small laugh “Maybe.”

“Hmm…I like that.” I laid my forehead against his and said “Good.”

We stayed like for a moment, soaking it in.

Suddenly Maverick grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards his plane. “Uhh…Mav…what are you doing?” Pete turned around with a wide grin on his face. “I’m taking you up in my plane.” Excitement fluttered through my chest but then I realized that today was still a training day so I spoke up.

“Aren’t we supposed to be on base training today?” With his usual grin, he said “They can wait.”

“Wow…really testing the limits there aren’t ya Mav?” I said jokingly.

“An hour at the max?” He asked and I looked over at the clock on the wall. “Ughh…fine. One hour, that’s it.” I pointed at him, not being able to resist his charm.

“Let’s go.” He said as he reached out for me with his hand.

I pushed myself onto the wing of the plane, stepping into the plane. I had never been into a vintage plane before and I was somewhat nervous although I was an experienced pilot myself. My concern was the age of this plane but considering Maverick trusted it then maybe I should put some trust in it myself.

I sat in the back seat, in awe of how well preserved it was. Maverick stepped into the plane, helping me get buckled in.

“You know I could do this myself right? After all, I am a pilot.” I wiggled my brows.

He leaned in, causing my breath to hitch and said “I know, I just wanted an excuse to touch you.”

Shaking my head, I then said “Alright captain, show me what you’re made of!”

I watched as he got in the cockpit, put his earmuffs on, his voicing coming through mine. “Are you ready?” He asked with a smile in his voice.

“Never been more ready in my life.”

With that, he started the engine and I could hear the muffled engine in my ear. Oh I could definitely tell it was old but it still seemed in good shape so I relaxed and admired the view as he took off down the runaway.

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bumblepony · 7 months

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for the ficlet thingy!

I finally got to your request @clickergossip, and I can not say how excited I am about it!!! Here is the story under the cut and cross-posted to AO3.

This is based in an AU that @mariatesstruther and @clickergossip created on Tumblr, where Maria is a superstar who ends up with Tommy as her fake boyfriend to appease the media. They soon become not fake boyfriend and girlfriend.

Joel Miller's Day Off

"Joel, it's so great to see you. Where are the girls?" Maria asks, taking some of the bags from Joel's hands.

"Sarah is tryin' to talk Ellie down from leavin' her swimmin’ suit in the car. She ain't too happy with what we bought at the store, but it was all they had after she left hers at the house." Joel says, looking back to the rental car where Maria can see the two girls arguing hotly.

"Oh, poor kid. Ok why don't you go in and Tommy will show you to your rooms. I'll talk to the girls and see if I can get this figured out." Maria says, moving away quickly. She's almost out of earshot when she turns suddenly and says, "Oh, and Joel, I invited one of my friends, Rose, along, if you see her, please be nice."

"When am I not nice." Joel responds, and Maria gives him a look like 'really' before moving off to the girls.

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"So yeah, this is gonna be your room, and Sarah and Ellie are sharing a room down on the east side of the house. Kevin's room is over there, and little Mateo' is bunking in with Maria and I except on the nights the nanny is gonna be here." Tommy says, handing Joel a mini-map of the house with directions to all the different activities in the area. "You got this wing pretty much to yourself, except for Maria's friend, who's the next door down."

"Yeah, Maria was saying somethin' about her. Rose or somethin' like that." Joel says, dropping his luggage onto the bed so he can start unpacking.

"Yeah, Rose, that's her name." Joel hears a hesitation in his brother's voice, and he turns around.

"What? Are you gonna tell me I should be nice to her too? Maria already beat ya to it," Joel complains, putting his hands on his hips and popping his knee out in frustration.

"No, nothin' like that, I was more gonna say you might wanna watch out for her. She's ah, I can I say it. Your type." Tommy smiles when he sees Joel's face get flushed.

"What do you mean my type, I don't have a type." Jole grates and turns back to his bag.

"Well, we'll just see, won't we," Tommy says with a laugh before closing his door.

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Joel comes out to the pool with black swim trunks on and a white t-shirt on top. He's just putting his bag down with sunscreen and water bottles when Sarah and Ellie come out of their side of the house. Sarah has got on a purple one-piece with sparkled detailing down the side, and Ellie is dressed in a black one-piece with white piping and matching black board shorts. She’s also wearing a bright lime green rash guard sleeve on her right forearm. He pushes his sunglasses up and looks her up and down.

"Where'd ya get that," Joel asks, his brow furrowing.

"Ah, Maria's friend gave it to me. She said she didn't need it she has another suit." Ellie flops down on one of the beach chairs. "This place is pretty bitching, it's gotta be nice having rich and famous relatives who can fly you out to that Bahamas for Spring break." She says enviously. Ellie was a foster kid who had been placed with him and Sarah about 6 months ago, and she was still getting used to the idea that she wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon. It had been a rough go so far, but things seemed to be getting better.

'Yeah, it is nice, I'd say." He reaches into his bag and throws a bottle of 60 spf sunscreen at her. "Put that on."

Ellie moans when she looks at the bottle. "C'mon Joel, this stuff is like a damn sweater."

"I don't care, with your fair complexion, you are gonna burn at the drop of a hat, put it on." He says, his tone brooking no arguments.

Ellie groans again, and Sarah comes over and sticks her hand out. "Here, Ellie, give it to me I'll put it on for you, then you can help me with mine." Ellie huffs, but she hands the bottle over to Sarah, and they work together to get the job done. Joel can't help the smile that creeps on his lips while he watches the two of them laugh and joke like they've been sisters forever. He hasn't told Ellie yet, but he and Sarah had talked about it, and they had decided they were gonna try to make her placement with them permanent. He'd already reached out to Marlene at the foster agency and got the paperwork started for adoption.

He tugs his shirt off and starts to apply his own sunscreen when he gets to his back and is about to call Sarah over to help him when he hears a voice behind him.

"Would you like me to help you with that cowboy?" Joel turns around and nearly does a double-take. It's a woman, her skin brown and lustrous in the sun; she only comes up to about the middle of his chest, and now he understands how Ellie was able to borrow a suit from her. Though she's got a fair amount more going on in the top area than Ellie probably ever will, Joel immediately cuts his eyes back up to her face in embarrassment when he realizes he was staring a little too long. She's wearing a bright blue one-piece with cutouts in strategic places, Joel can feel the blush creeping up his chest and neck when she smiles at him, a knowing look on her face.

“What’s that?” Joel stammers.

She reaches up to push up her matching blue heart-shaped sunglasses, and Joel can see that she's got a set of long blue acrylics on her fingers. "I said, would you like some help getting your sunscreen on? Then you can help me with mine." She says, holding a hand out to him and wiggling her fingers as she slides her glasses back on.

"Oh sure, thank ya," Joel says, handing her the bottle. "Ah, you must be Rose then. Maria's friend?" Joel asks, turning his back to her.

"That would be correct," She says before sucking her teeth and hitting him gently on the shoulder with her hand. Joel turns his head to look at her his forehead creased with confusion. "Could you sit down, maybe, I don't usually climb guys on the first date, and there's no way I can reach your shoulders properly otherwise."

Joel blushes again and shuffles over to one of the beach chairs. He hears her make her way over and then her hands are moving on his back and shoulders, carefully rubbing the sunscreen in. Joel hears a snort and looks up to see Sarah and Ellie staring at him, their hands covering their mouths, holding back laughter. Joel gives them both a glare, and they turn around and run off laughing to the other side of the pool, where Maria has just come out with Tommy and a baby Mateo in his adorable onesie swimsuit.

"Those your daughters?" Rose asks.

"Ah yeah, Sarah, she's the taller one. She's mine by birth. Ellie, there is a foster, but we are hopin' to have her with us permanently soon. Ah, shit, we weren't tellin' anyone that yet, we want to talk to her first about it. Please forget I said anything." Joel's not sure why he told her that, she’s got him felling wrong-footed somehow.

"Don't worry, cowboy, I won't say anything." She slaps the bottle onto his shoulder, and he reaches up and grabs it. "My turn." Joel stands up and moves out of the way. She doesn't bother to sit down, knowing he will have no problem reaching her back and shoulders.

"Thank ya for lending Ellie a swimsuit. She left hers at home, and the only ones they had at the store were not her style. She’s a might self-conscious.” Joel says, working the sunscreen into the soft skin of her shoulders. The back of the swimsuit cuts down her back to an almost indecent level but lets up just before it reaches too low, Joel finds himself wondering what the rest of her body looks like under the swimsuit. When he feels an uncomfortable heat start to build up at the base of his spine, he moves his eyes back up to her neck.

“It’s not a problem. I remember what it was like to be a 14-year-old girl.” Rose says, waving her hand in a shooing motion like it really wasn’t a big deal. Joel moves his hands down to her back, managing to finish without sneaking any more peeks. He places his hand gently on her shoulder and squeezes when he’s done.

“Finished.” He says, and she turns and gives him a megawatt smile. “I’m gonna go dip my feet in the pool. Wanna join me?” She asks, resting a delicate hand on his forearm.

Joel gulps his adam’s apple, bobbing up and down, and he has to clear his throat before he can answer. “Ah, sure, I’d like that.” She moves off, and Joel watches her sway her hips as she leaves.

Shit, Tommy was right. Joel knows he’s in fucking trouble.

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller #ellie williams #sarah miller #tommy miller #maria miller #Rose is a hotty #Joel wants are girl #she is just his type #I love modern day AU rose #that swim suit though #Joel's got eyes don't he #Tommy is no fool he know what was going to happen #putting their rooms next to each other #with the kids on the other side of the house #tsk tsk Tommy

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ceasarslegion · 1 year

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What is the gift card story?

Oh boy.

So when this happened, I worked at a Kiehl's. To those who don't know, it's a luxury skincare company that charges 80 bucks for a tub of moisturizer. Not even the specialty kind, either. It's honestly stupid overpriced for what it is except for a very small list of products and discount sets and I do not recommend it now that I'm no longer working there and can give my honest opinion of it.

The company also tries to feel special to embarrassing extents. They made us do this service where we'd basically sit you down and stick this machine to your cheek that was basically a flaw finder and we'd spend half an hour telling you everything wrong with you in an attempt to get you to drop 300 dollars on a 6 step routine. In all honesty, just wash your face, moisturize, and use sunscreen if youre going out in the sun. You don't need a 145 dollar anti aging serum, you cant permanently reverse aging, that's not how the science works, and aging isn't a curse or a sign of lesser worth anyway. It's a blessing not afforded to most. The stuff they claim they're "reversing" are usually just skin dehydration side effects. You get the same results from a run of the mill moisturizer. If your acne's persistent and uncomfortable then retinol serums do actually work for that, but don't fuck your self esteem by convincing yourself you need retinol to keep wrinkles from forming. It's not worth it, you'll end up with an empty wallet and depression and none of the lasting results you were promised the second you stop using it.

Anyway, we got quite an entitled customer base because of the combination of unaffordable price gouging and these frilly free services that made them feel special for 30 minutes of their disconnected bourgeois lives. The kind of people who think that theyre better than the employees because they got lucky enough to have a rich husband or nepotism'ed their way into high paying positions and convinced themselves that they're self-made. A lot of them im convinced only spent that much money because they could.

So one day this lady comes in and buys a hand cream. Shes a little rude and off-putting but whatever, she's not yelling at me over prices i cant control so pick your battles, right? I ring it through, ask how's she's paying, she says visa. I hand her the machine. She goes through the whole thing. It gets approved, I give her her reciept and say "have a nice day~!" to which she growls "why didn't you take my gift card?!"

This caught me off-guard, and I kinda blinked vacantly at her and went "I... w-what?"

She takes out a gift card from her wallet, which at no point she showed me or made me aware she had, and said "why didn't you take my gift card?!"

With all the self-control I can muster, I say "I... was not made aware that you had one, ma'am."

Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say. She started staring at me like she wanted me dead. Started going off about how the customer is always right and demanding a full refund while still keeping the hand cream. I told her that this is very much not a scenario where that would be appropriate.

Adult temper tantrum ensues. She calls me stupid and says that I clearly don't know anything. My eye is starting to twitch, and my manager on duty catches this interaction and gracefully saves me from cussing out a bitch by taking over and running a return, followed by a second transaction with the gift card as payment.

You wanna know how much was on it?

Two dollars.

Two fucking dollars. She pulled that shit and called me stupid and started throwing a temper tantrum over TWO. DOLLARS. In a store that charges FORTY for that bottle of hand cream. If you're dropping forty fucking dollars on hand cream in the middle of an inflation crisis worse than that America is going through, you can afford to swallow a toonie. If you're shopping there in 2023, you're not struggling enough that two dollars is a legitimate concern, you know very well what you're doing here, and I'm not gonna fucking have that as someone who was struggling to get by on 16 an hour.

So I got her banned from the store. Fuck off and die, toonie gift card lady.

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