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Agreed.
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"[Motel name], how can I help you?"
"Hi, I came in a few weeks ago."
"Okay, how can I help you?"
"I came in a few weeks ago and borrowed that hairdryer from the front desk."
"..."
"..."
"Okay. Can I help you today?"
"Do you remember me?"
"No, I'm sorry, I don't."
"Sure you do, I stayed in the room across from the office, I borrowed the hairdryer, I had a red Ford F150."
"We get dozens of customers every single day, I don't remember everyone who has ever stayed here."
"You asked us to return the hairdryer to the front desk when we left, but we told you we left it in the shower, so you went in and got it as we were packing up. I SAW you!"
"Okay? And? I'm sure that happened, I just don't remember it. Did you call just to ask about the hairdryer?"
"For fuck's sake, I want to make another reservation!"
"Okay. What's your name?"
"You should have me on file."
"I need your name and your phone number, OR the date of your stay and the room number, so I can look up your last reservation. I can't just pull it up out of thin air. How do you expect me to search for it if I don't know your name?"
"This is fucking ridiculous!"
"..."
"..."
"Hello? Hello?!? You're cutting in and out, I can barely hear you. Hello?"
"Yes, I'm here, I said I want-"
*Click* I hung up. He called back, and I let it go to voicemail. I'll leave it for the next shift to deal with.
#my job#work#motel#all tourists are bastards#the customer is always wrong#tourons#customer service#i am wasting away in the hellscape known as margaritaville
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Is there anything you hope to photograph but have not yet?
Well today I learned about boletes that grow as parasites on earth balls, so that. Or wolves.
#ask#Anonymous#there used to be an amazing place to see foxes but I guess it got borked up by tourons#otherwise that'd be a cool place to go too
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Touron
Pairing: John B x Reader
Fandom: Outer Banks (Netflix)
Summary: John B meets you at a beach party. Are you a Pogue or a Kook? *spoilers* The title gives it away ;)
Warnings: Cursing, one slight reference to smut
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"Alright, you can't understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It's kinda like a three-layer burrito. There's us and our friends, the working-class derelicts from the Cut. Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They're mostly from pouncy-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks."
"Hey," you smiled at the first person to look at you at a party you found on the beach. "I'm new around here. Is this party for something?"
John B didn't know what to make of you when he first saw you. He couldn't figure out if you were a Pogue or a Kook. He answered you with a shake of his head. "Nah, nah. We're all just hanging out. Do you, uh...want a beer?"
"Sure, thanks." You took the beer from him and started taking in your surroundings. You realized there was no one there you could talk to.
"What's your name?" John B suddenly asked.
You gave your name, and John B gave his full name in return.
"Well Y/n, you seem a little lost. You want to hang with me for a bit?"
Relief flooded your features. "That would be great. Thank you."
John B smiled. "No problem. Where on the island are you coming from?"
"The corner of Mankhurst and Shelley."
John B made note of that. That part of town was nicer, but it was still technically part of the Cut. He just hadn't known that the Bartons were selling their place.
So, you were a Pogue. It gave John B peace that he could put you into one of the categories. It comforted him even more that the category was his own.
After John B figured that out, he was much more at ease around you. Or maybe it was your conversation skills causing him to feel that way? Either way, John B talked to you for a couple hours. He loved getting to know you. He learned where you were born, what kind of music you listened to, even your favorite color.
John B also got to telling you about his life. "Yeah, my dad set out to look for a shipwreck 9 months ago, and that was the last time I saw him. I know he's still out there, though. He'll find his way back home eventually."
You just sat there, listening intently.
He went on, "And now CPS is on my tail. They say I have to go into foster care if I can't prove I have a guardian."
"Man, that really sucks," you replied, "I wish I turned tail and ran the first time CPS found me," you revealed, taking another sip of your drink.
That took John B off guard. "Wait. You were in the system?"
"I am in the system. My foster family think they're being nice by inviting me on this trip, but I know it's just because they can't find someone to watch me for two weeks."
John B was still catching up. "Two weeks...but that would make you a..."
"Tourist, I know that."
He cringed. "Well, that's not exactly what we'd call you here..."
"And what would that be?" you wondered.
John B leaned away from you in anticipation of your reaction. "...A tour-on."
Your eyes went wide. "As in, moron?!"
John be started laughing as he nodded.
"Oh my god! You people are mean around here," you pointed out.
"Well, what if I said it doesn't apply to you?" John B offered.
"Still mean...but I'll take it." You took another sip.
John B changed the subject. "So, you're in the system?"
"Have been since I was 11. I'm 16 now."
"Damn, for five years? Is it really as bad as some people say it is?"
You sighed, "Well, they take you away from your home, make you live in places that shouldn't be homes, and you're moving around all the time...," you trailed off, looking at the ocean.
John B apologized, "I'm sorry to bring it up--"
"No, no. It's okay. I'm sorry you're being threatened with it," you returned. "The family I'm with now isn't so bad. I mean, they're not good either, but they don't really care if I go out on my own, which is a plus...and a minus, I guess..."
"...So they wouldn't care if you didn't come home tonight?"
You laughed, "They wouldn't care if I didn't show up 'til they were pulling out of town."
"You should come stay with me, then," John B offered, and only then did he realize the implication of his request. "I mean, not like that. I mean, unless you want it to be like that, in which case, I wouldn't be opposed to--"
"Just stop talking, before you dig your hole any deeper." You smiled, "But sure, I'll come stay with you. Maybe that way this vacation will actually be a vacation." You offered a toast to John B, almost like a handshake to seal the agreement between you two.
John B lightly tapped his red solo cup against yours, and the two of you took a drink.
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3
#john b#john b x reader#john b routledge#john b routledge x reader#outer banks#obx#outer banks netflix#obx netflix#chase stokes#companion jones#touron
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Charter has me fucked up 😮💨😮💨😮💨 I haven’t been this obsessed with a series since Touron
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Vogue Italia October 1992
Grace Coddington, Victoire de Castellane & Gilles Dufour, Loulou & Daniel de la Falaise, Kristen McMenamy & Hubert Boukobza, Sophie Théallet & Thierry Perez, Costanzo Mutti & Marisa Berenson, Anna Pawlowski & Patrice Touron by Steven Meisel
Styled by Nicoletta Santoro
#Vogue Italia#Grace Coddington#Victoire de Castellane#Gilles Dufour#Loulou de la Falaise#Daniel de la Falaise#Kristen McMenamy#Hubert Boukobza#Sophie Théallet#Thierry Perez#Costanzo Mutti#Marisa Berenson#Anna Pawlowski#Patrice Touron#Steven Meisel#Nicoletta Santoro
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Breath
Warning: There are some intense, NonCon- and sexually dark themes in this fic. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. Minors DNI
Dark! Rafe Cameron x Touron! Reader
Summary: A tourist attempting to live out their wild and free vacation, meets Rafe and end up on the wrong side of his darker desires.
You didn't know this man, and maybe you could have asked for more than just his name before letting him take you back to his mansion, but you were on your vacation, and you and your friends had agreed to the 'no saying no rule.'
At the moment, you were stuck, but not completely.
You pulled out your phone to check the time.
2.45 am with a 62% charge
You should be fine until this little rendezvous was over. When you looked back up, he had taken out a small baggie with some white substance.
Pouring some onto his desk, pulling out his credit card, and using it to carefully organize the little pile into two lines.
You'd never met anyone who'd snorted coke before. It was almost comical how he bent over the line and pulled them in through his nostrils.
He looked back as if he had just remembered you in the room.
"Want Some?" he asks.
You shake your head no " I had my fill at the party," you lied.
He nodded his head. "More for me then."
He wiped his nose several times before sitting beside you on the bed.
"Rafe, right?" You asked, " Is it short for something?"
He shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze in your direction.
Ok, he clearly didn't want to talk.
Look, Rafe was an attractive man, you came this far for a reason, and you had plans to let that reason come to fruition. So, you did the one thing you thought could break the awkwardness. You kissed him. There was hesitation in his movement before he started reciprocating the kiss, his mouth was lazy, and it was almost disappointing.
Until you felt him wrap his hand around your neck, there was a moment of excitement until he squeezed a tad too hard. So, you gently pulled his hand away, a nice gesture in which you hoped he would take the hint, and grabbed his face, so you could have more control considering his lazy movements.
It wasn't long after you felt him wrap his hand around your neck again, holding on a bit tighter. You tried to pull him off, but he wasn't budging. When you pulled your face away to tell him to back off a bit, he pulled you back and told you to stay still.
In desperation, you punched him in the face to attempt to grasp some kind of control over the situation. The punch shocked him enough to let go of you, and at that moment, you took the opportunity to quickly stand up and back away.
"You know what? I'm not sure this was a good idea." You'd hoped that when you punched him, he wasn't too angry " I'm so sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Rafe" You turned to the side to grab your bag, and that was when he decided to pounce. Holding the side of your neck and pushing you into the mattress. Shoving you onto your stomach.
"No, babe, it's all good. I think you should stay over, keep me company, yeah?"
He pulls your dress up and straddles your hips, letting go of your neck.
You took this opportunity to push him off you as he pulled himself up. However, he was a lot heavier than he looked.
He pushed you back down with one hand and ripped your thong into pieces. You start struggling again as his fingers dip between your thighs, grazing your pussy with a subtle gentleness you didn't expect.
He chuckled
"Listen, babe, just behave, and I promise we both can enjoy this.
You hear him undo his zipper through your struggles.
"Wait?" you cried out " Stop, we can work this out."
At this point, anything was coming out of your mouth to make him stop his movements.
You felt him tap his rigid length against your asscheeks before responding.
"You feel that? Nothing needs to be worked out. You just need to take this dick."
You hear him spit on his cock, before pulling your ass apart and dipping it into your pussy.
You thrash about, hoping to get him off, but at that moment, he drops his weight on top of you, forcing himself deeper, pushing through and filling you as much as he can while you sink further into the bed.
You can feel your body suffocate as air is pushed out of your lungs.
Deep groans drag from the back of his throat as he whispers, "Fuck" breathe hitting your ear.
He stilled for a moment reveling in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him, and he soon began to move, Pushing and pulling in and out.
Your whimpers seemed to motivate him to move with more intent, slowly dragging his member out of your weeping cunt and plowing his hips into your ass. Each thrust is more resounding than the last.
As he reached his peak, he picked up his pacing to a more unbearable speed. The pain was so excruciating you called out his name in a desperate attempt to get him to stop. And he did, not without forcing himself as deep into your core as he could, crushing your pelvis and pouring his load into your body.
He props his forehead against your head, attempting to catch his breath as he holds you still against him.
"Please get off," you sob; at this point, you just need to get home and away from Outer Banks.
He pulls out and away for a moment, and as you drag your body up from the bed, he flips you over and situates himself between your legs.
"I'm not done yet."
#Dark! Rafe Cameron#Dark! Rafe Cameron x Reader#Dark! Rafe Cameron x Touron! Reader#dark obx#Touron! Reader#dark fics#Rafe Cameron x Reader#outer banks#imagine#obx imagines
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i gotta stop thinking of wips fr i can’t function like this
#got this idea for a touron!reader who goes to the obx every summer and each time her and rafe#hook up thinking it’s just a fun summer thing w/o feelings but actually#both of them are catching feelings the whole time but they disregard it bc they think they#won’t see each other again bc of college and stuff#but then. rafe ends up visiting another college for a business conference for his internship#and bam. he sees you on campus and it just all comes back#isnt that fun
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Source: instagram
fools approach moose in yellowstone
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i think i’m physically incapable of writing anything that’s less than 7k words why do i do this to myself
but despite how fucking long it’s turning out to be, i’m pretty pumped about my first jiara bingo fic!!! i really hope people like it cause spoiler it’s another island fic 🤗 is this my brand
#also obx is so beautiful my god#i am a touron now#the pogues would absolutely make fun of me#obx#jiara#jiarabingo
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"[Motel name], how can I help you?"
"Yeah, I called the other day to make some reservations for next week, and unfortunately I gotta cancel em."
"That's no problem, I can take care of that for you. What's your name and what date did we have you coming in?"
"Yeah, we were supposed to come in next week."
"..."
"..."
"What is your name, and what date did we have you coming in?"
"Mike."
"Your full name, and the date, please. When were you scheduled? How many rooms? How many people?"
"You should already have that on file!"
"I need to know whose reservation I'm canceling."
"Just use my phone number!"
"Okay. What's your phone number?"
"I'm calling you on it right now!"
"Sir, this is a landline, it tells me the number when I pick up, but right now all it's saying is the duration of the call. I can hang up and look up your number, but I can't do that while you're on the line."
*he hangs up*
*I look up his number, check the following week's reservations, none of them match. I check every reservation to the end of the month, none of them match. I check October because maybe he meant to say next month instead of next week, but I still don't find any reservations under Mike from this phone number. I call him back, he doesn't answer, and his voicemail is full. I call him back an hour later, still nothing. I make a note for my boss to be on the lookout for a no-show next week, and forget about it. Another hour later, he finally calls back*
"[Motel name], how can I help you?"
"I got a buncha missed calls from this number."
"Is this Mike?"
"What do you want?"
"You called to cancel a reservation this morning, but I was unable to find it. We have three Michaels and one Mike coming in over the next month, but they all have different last names and different phone numbers, and none of them are even in the same area code as you, so I didn't know which one was yours."
"This is my business phone. Why are you calling me here? Why would I make the reservation under my business number?!?"
"Sir, this is the number you called me on. I can not cancel your reservation until you give me the full name it was made under, the check-in and check-out dates it was made for, and the phone number you used when you made it."
"It wasn't for me, it was for my girlfriend so it's under her name, and it's for Thanksgiving weekend."
"You told me it was next week."
"No I didn't. I told you it was for November."
"Okay. What is her name?"
"Susan."
"Susan What?"
"Hardy."
"And what is Susan Hardy's telephone number?"
"I gave this information to some woman named Rhonda last week, it's not my fault if you lost my reservation."
"Rhonda? We don't have anybody named Rhonda here."
"Is this [expensive resort in a completely different city whose name sounds nothing like ours]?"
"No. This is [motel name, for the third time]."
"You're the wrong place!"
*he hangs up, no apology, no "I called the wrong number," just the accusatory "you're the wrong place," as if it's somehow my fault and I'm the one pestering him*
This is the norm, not the exception.
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Serious Lack of Respect
Will I be able to write a calm post over this? Well, let me try. I’ll either get it right, or I will rant..we’ll see. (Links are at the bottom)
People, not all of you, but some, how, why and when did you become so clueless? Let’s add a few more, reckless, irresponsible, ignorant? I would go on, but I think you get the point. What I am going on about? At what point, did we start thinking it was…
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