#Are Golf Shoes Worth It

[velvetdandeli0n]

Cherry!reader x Kook!jj

How They Met...

JJ as a kook isn’t that different from canon!jj; he’s still reckless and unpredictable, except the money and the privilege he has turns it to maximum overdrive. He knows he has the additional means to get away with anything; the gift of the gab paired with the simple announcement of his surname. Still Maybank, and still unfortunately under Luke’s roof but the roof rested upon a much bigger house. A house with more space to run and hide.

JJ has the added insecurity around other kooks; he still wasn’t like them despite it all. He doesn’t wear his cardigan over his shoulders or use a golf club to hit a ball—he’d rather use it to smash up a car of some guy that humiliated him and challenged his masculinity. He over compensates his discomfort of displacement with girls, parties, substances. He still occasionally wears worn out shoes, fraying shorts and a dirtied crude tee of a playboy model… but he knows how to clean up, and when he does he cleans up well. The grunge of his aesthetic remained a staple of who he was to his core, and that made the girls weak-kneed.

Well… the majority of them.

He’s got misogynistic tendencies—paired with a tone deaf sense of humour, the guy will think kitchen jokes are still funny. But, by god, he’s also not afraid to beg for pussy. If anything, begging for it makes the chase worth the while for him.

That being said, he doesn’t necessarily care about being liked but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t irk him if he met someone that didn’t. Not someone that found him obnoxious, toxic or unpredictably a liability but someone that had a real genuine opinion on him as a person. He’d focus on proving them wrong but it almost always leads towards a fight at the end of the night. Whether it’s between him and the person he was proving something to, or between him and a significant other telling JJ to stop harassing their girlfriend. Contrary to belief, JJ only wins fights a handful of times; he’s always in them—even ones he hasn’t started—but it never means he wins them all.

And that’s how you met...

JJ had over indulged on shots, spliffs, and warm beer accidentally left out of the fridge; all things he shouldn’t be mixing with his adhd medication.

About an hour before you’d arrived, JJ stumbles out of the house party and into the driveway and gets in a fight with a guy from the upper grade. JJ had only been trying to bun a cigarette from someone, but upon seeing a pretty girl stood alone by the neighbors fence, his brain had found itself on the tip of his cock. The same way his jaw had found its way colliding with the girl’s boyfriend’s fist; the same way his head found itself slamming against the concrete of the driveway. He’d been out cold for a few minutes, with people passing by and stepping over him not really bothering to check if he was alive or not…

You’d arrived with your friend later to the party, only by two hours for a party that would be going on until 5am anyway. As you both got out of the Uber, your friend made a beeline for the house, calling out to you that she’d be getting the drinks. You watched as her stilettos dug into the grass but she walked like it didn’t falter her balance. Admirable. You’d opted for a thicker heel, in a platformed Mary Jane. Along with a cherry lollipop loosely hanging in your mouth.

Just as you were about to follow her, the unmoving body on the concrete caught your eye. You approached him, kicked his shin with no response. He was still breathing. He was still drooling. He was still groaning in his unconsciousness. You stifled a laugh.

“Yn!” Someone called from the balcony above. When you looked up, it was Kelce. You’d met him briefly that same day at the academy... “Leave the cunt. Come up here! Got some people I want you to meet.”

“Yeah, coming!” You call back up. There’s a slight contemplation on your mind before you shrug and leave the boy on the floor. He’s not your problem, anyway.

You take a step and accidentally crush his hand beneath a heel. It jolts him conscious. He reflexes and grabs your ankle. As he looks up, he lets go of your ankle. Like he’s caught you doing something you shouldn’t, he laughs, but your face is steady. As he stands, his face is close to your body, trailing up and breathing in every smell of perfume notes. You don’t move despite wholeheartedly believing this guy is a pervert, because there’s something in his actions that intrigues you. That, and not much fazes you these days. You can be just as gross. When he’s fully standing, you have to crane your neck slightly to see his face. He smirks at the height difference and you roll your eyes.

“You some kind of sadist?” He’s still got the smirk on his face, and his hand cups your elbow.

With a slow pop, you take the lollipop out of your mouth, letting it plump up your lips momentarily. His eyes are no longer looking at yours, but are staring at your mouth… you can almost see it in his pupils what he’s imagining.

You speak low. “I can be.”

He feels his cock twitch.

You look his body up and down. And then, with a pat on his chest, you walk away with a smug amusement.

His head instinctively follows your body but his feet remain still. Who the fuck did he just meet?

- note, I’ve seen a lot of copying going on lately within the fanbase and this meet cute in particular I’ve seen taken from an ask discussion I had with someone, and used as if they came up with it… now, I don’t own this specific scenario but I want to clarify, if this sounds familiar that I came up with this first in that discussion months ago. I just never got around to posting an actual full length of it outside my discussion with another blog because I had so many other series I’ve been editing. Anyway, always credit those you’ve been inspired by, it doesn’t mean your work is no longer unique, it just means people who deserve the appreciation for their ideas actually get praise for it instead of being overshadowed. Chasing notes over sharing your work with other creatives isn’t the way to go… anyway, thank you @starfxkrinc for letting me go wild daily for kook!JJ in your inbox, much love xx

[fuck-customers]

This was a couple of decades ago when I worked in sales, let’s say for an electronics company or appliance company or something similar to that. We had an older gentleman come in and he wanted to buy some high end stuff and quite a bit of it, so we were more than willing to help him out. Things started getting out of hand with him pretty quickly though. He was starting to demand that during the delivery and installation we would do stuff above and beyond what we could do because what he was asking for was against corporate policy. When we started to explain some of this to him he was all “You don’t know who I am, do you?” and he started to tell us that he used to be the ceo of a global company that I’ll leave unnamed. Think something big like energy, tech, or media. A company that has products in almost every household. He was telling us how corporate policies are all about lawyers and accountants and he doesn’t give a damn about that kind of stuff. If anything went wrong he wouldn’t hold anyone accountable and we could take him for his word. He said he used to make multimillion dollar deals on the golf course or over dinner with nothing more than handshakes and promises of phone calls over the next week to further hash things out.

We all thought this man was full of shit but he was willing to spend a lot of money, so we just let him keep on talking while we figured out ways to talk him down from his unrealistic expectations. It felt like a hostage negotiation. From time to time he would go on tangents and give us his “insider knowledge” about this company or that. It was all far from insider knowledge. It was everyday stuff that could easily be learned by reading Forbes or The Wall Street Journal.

I was the main salesperson and his first point of contact so I talked to him the most. He talked foul and looked completely disheveled. Everything about him and the whole interaction was the exact opposite of the types of corporate businessmen I was used to dealing with. I was starting to think we were getting conned. After about two long and painful hours the sale was completed and payments went through, much to my surprise. While a lot of equipment needed to be delivered, I volunteered to load the stuff we had on hand into his car. When we got out to the parking lot I saw that his car was a busted up and rusted out relic from the mid ‘80s. I thought that there was no way an ex-ceo of a global company would be driving something so crappy. I was convinced that he was just taking us for a ride for God know’s what reason.

When I got home from work that night I googled his name. Lo and behold there he was with photographs and articles. Tons of them. Not only was he who he said he was, he actually downplayed his career. I printed out some of the articles to take into work the next day. My boss, my coworkers, and I went over them, just dumb struck. We just couldn’t believe it. This complete asshole was exactly who he said he was. We ended up calling the installers to give them a heads up and warn them that they were probably be going to deal with one of the most difficult customers they’d see that year.

We never saw him again. On the one hand we were happy because none of us wanted to deal with him again. On the other hand we were kind of disappointed. He spent money without even trying.

I believed he was who he said he was before you said you looked him up.

The really rich people (worth billions) will drive a thirty year old car, wear clothes decades out of date, and expect a lot of things "extra" on everything they do buy. That's how they stay rich. The CEO of our company is still using a flip phone and came to our meeting (when I was still in corporate) in jeans and a t-shirt. And that dude is worth billions.

The showoff's (flashy car, new phone/bag/shoes) either are millionaires that will not be rich their whole life. Or celebrities/influencer's that need to have that image of wealth.

At least that's my experience in retail corporate and working security for the mouse.

-Rodney

[notyouraveragebozo]

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[beabnormal24]

I just saw that you’re writing Carcar fic, a snippet pls 🙏

I love your stories so much so I’m really excited ❤️

This is the first thing that I read when I wake up, thank you so much anon because this means a lot to me, so I'll do it.

(I edited this post, 'cause I had a bit of trouble publishing it)

Soo, a not-so-little snippet for you!

“Mate, I honestly think you’re just exaggerating. It doesn’t sound like that big of a deal to me, really.” Logan stretches his legs out, knocking his feet right against Oscar’s knee. 

Oscar grumbles in lieu of an answer, lowering his head until he can hide his gaze in the bottom of his pint. 

“Don’t know why you hate the guy so much; he seems alright to me.” 

The thing is, Oscar Piastri does not hate Carlos Sainz.

Hate is too strong of a word for an individual with whom Oscar tends to have zero to no interaction whatsoever, except for forced polite greetings in the elevator and those rare times when Carlos decides that going out with Lando is worth his time. 

Oscar sincerely thinks that only pretentious people claim to be as busy as Carlos does, so much so that he never seems able to find an evening to spend an ounce of time with his best friend. 

So, no, Oscar does not hate him. He just can’t stand him, which is a big difference and Logan should note that. 

Is the prospect of working alongside him on his most important project of his entire career going to deepen that grudge? Probably, surely. 

But Oscar is, in fact, a professional, no matter what Carlos thinks of him, and he knows how to work with people he would rather keep a safe distance from. Nail guy and Germophobic guy should be more than enough proof. 

“You don’t know him.” Oscar protests, sighing in frustration. Lando raises an unimpressed eyebrow next to him, tapping his chin. “Alright, sorry Lando. You do not know him in a working context.” 

“I mean, how different can that be?” Logan says doubtfully. “Lando said you don’t even work in the same department.” 

“Lando is just biased because Carlos got to him before us.” 

Lando snorts, shaking his head with an amused smile. “Wow, thanks Oscar, you make it sound like I can make my own decisions.” 

Oscar shrugs. “You’re welcome.” 

“Has he started complaining about being paired up with Carlos, yet?” Yuki asks just as he settles down two other pints on their booth’s table. 

Alex trails behind him, carefully balancing two portions of fries on each arm before sliding in the empty seat next to Logan. 

“Mate, you have no idea.” Logan groans, placing a sloppy kiss on Alex’s cheek as he steals a fry from his portion. 

Alex rolls his eyes, but still lets him with a fond smile. Oscar sincerely thinks he could puke. 

“I really don’t understand why you despise him so much. He seems alright to me.” Alex says, failing at hiding the curiosity behind his voice. 

“Babe! I said the same exact thing!” 

“And he’s a great golf player, honestly.” 

Oscar sighs, knowing that he’s left with his shoulders against the wall. 

It’s not like his friends would understand, anyway, since they do not have to walk in his shoes. 

Logan and Alex do not count, because they like everyone, and Yuki is one of the most unfazed people Oscar has ever met, Lando is just obsessed with Carlos for reasons Oscar will probably never fully comprehend. 

He’s left alone, on this matter, even when they all go out together and Charles and Carlos tag along, Carlos is the only one who seems to not have any joke or a single word to address to Oscar. 

Lando says that he’s probably the one actually ignoring him. Oscar thinks that Carlos is just plain out rude to him, and only him. 

But that’s a bit childish, so he’ll keep that thought to himself. 

Everyone starts focusing on their own food, and Oscar stupidly hopes that the topic must’ve finally been brought out of his last Saturday night as a free man before three months of utter nightmare. 

And then Yuki quips in and reduces his hopes to shreds. “On his first day, Carlos told Andrea that he thought Oscar was too young for that position, and that he would be inexperienced. Oscar heard him, and he’s totally convinced that Carlos knows that he heard him but he still never apologised and Oscar took that personally because he’s peevish.” 

“I am not peevish!” Oscar groans bumping his forehead against the table. 

“Yeah, Oscar, you are a bit peevish. Just a tiny bit, though.” He feels Lando’s hand coming up to pat him on the back, sympathetic. “Come on mate, I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Yeah, I mean, we say similar stuff about each other all the time at my workplace.” Alex offers, in an awful attempt at cheering him up. 

It doesn’t do any magic at all, because Alex works as a teacher and Oscar has gone to school for enough years to know that teachers are only capable of hating each other for stretching out their hours longer than they should and preferring different students. 

Well, unless they’re shagging like Alex and Logan, but they work in two different schools so that should not apply. 

“It’s not just that.” Oscar tries to defend himself. Because holding a grudge for something that happened three years ago does sound a bit childish, and he’s not. 

The rest of the table looks at him inquisitively, impatiently waiting for an answer, just the sound of the background music filling the silence that Oscar would so much prefer over having to talk about Carlos, of all people. 

The worst topic they could choose for a Saturday night out at the pub, really. 

“He’s just-“ he makes a vague gesture, hoping that they might understand it easily. Of course, everyone just blinks at him. “I mean, who goes around with only shirts that have his initials stitched on it? Who goes around acting like they know everything and they’re the best at it? And he says that Lando is his best mate, but I don’t see him hanging out with him that often, no? That’s just top dickhead behaviour, if you ask me.” 

“Aw, Osc!” Lando exclaims, and in a matter of second, Oscar finds himself with his head caged under Lando’s elbow, the Brit’s hand mussing his hair. “You’re so cute, defending my honour.” 

“You never did that for me.” Logan protests, and then more quietly to Alex. “Babe, he never did that for me.” 

Alex smiles, patting his back lightly. “Do not worry, Lo, I’ll do it for you.” 

“I’m not defending anybody’s honour.” Oscar splutters out, his cheeks growing hot, heart thumping in his chest, wild – a dangerous zone. He slaps Lando’s hands away from his hair, trying to ruffle them to some kind of order, but it’s no use, they’ll never make sense. 

Carlos’ hair is always perfectly styled and composed. What a dickhead, indeed. 

“I’m just stating the obvious.” 

“Still, I can guarantee you that you do not need to worry about that.” Lando assures him, trying to reach back for his head, but Oscar is quicker this time, leaving him to poke Yuki’s cheek with a finger, instead. “He’s got other things to do on Saturday, usually.” 

Oscar takes a sip of his beer to cover his snort. 

He doesn’t trust Lando’s words, he’s probably just too biased by having been Carlos’ friend for such a long time. 

Someone who’s not even married and who earns as much as Carlos does surely should not have that many things to do instead of hanging out with his friends. 

But anyway, it’s none of his business. Rather, he should be glad he can at least escape him on Saturday. 

“Sure.” 

— 

On Monday morning, Oscar clocks into work on time, his jacket is completely dry, his hair kind of makes sense and there’s a spring in his step, and he just feels good overall. 

He has spent most of his Sunday sitting on the couch binge watching the entire final season of Brooklyn 99 and he’s convinced himself that whatever mind games Carlos might want to play with him, Oscar is stronger and smarter, and he won’t let himself get squashed. 

Logan kind of fuelled his confidence, as well, with his usual monologues about the importance of believing in himself and remembering all the sweat and tears he put in to reach the place he’s in now, though Oscar is pretty sure he only comes up with them to exercise for his drama kids. 

But the point is that he knows that it’s his job, that it’s his career, and even if he would probably get the promotion either way, he still wants to earn it. If not for Andrea, then for himself. 

The fact that it’s his biggest project ever, just motivates him more. 

He plops down on his office chair with a smile that must be breaking his face if the way Yuki glances at him curiously from the other side is anything to go by. But he just shrugs it off, playing dumb. 

He’s just in a good mood, is that illegal? 

“It is if you’re called Oscar Piastri.” Yuki tells him, no hair on his tongue. “You always look like-“ he makes a serious face, his lips closed into straight line, one eyebrow raised, sceptical. Oscar does not look like that, he thinks (he hopes). “Like those statues from Christmas Island.” 

“I do not look like that at all.” Oscar glares at him, turning his computer on. “And it’s Easter Island.” 

“Yeah, whatever.” 

He spends the morning going through Andrea’s instructions over and over again until he can exactly tell the position of every single letter, and then he spends the rest of it making a first draft for a spreadsheet with all the products they will probably need to change a million times. 

Carlos does not write him, nor does he come around to ask for him, either, but Oscar doesn’t question it that much. God knows he has his own side-projects, although minor, to care about but he guesses that spending some time to start brainstorming over this new one it’s not entirely a bad idea. 

He’ll just email the file Excel to Carlos once it’s done, and then maybe they’ll shortly discuss about it, Oscar will even accept some suggestions because, against all odds, he is ready to work as a team. Besides, his creativity is pretty close to a zero percentage, but he has heard that Carlos knows how to do a mean presentation, and that’s how teams work, right? 

Combine your best skills and all that stuff about sharing each other’s strengths. Oscar wouldn’t know about that, really, since he’s always preferred the solitary work, but he doesn’t have that much of a choice right now. 

Yuki asks for poke at lunch, and Oscar is a man of his word, so as soon as the clock strikes half past twelve, they’re already out the door chattering about the latest apex legends’ update. 

The guy behind the cash register smiles at him sweetly when he pays, and Oscar swears he winks at him as he slides the receipt over the counter, and sure enough when he looks at it there is a phone number scribbled on the paper. 

Oscar isn’t exactly interested in dating as of now, but the guy was cute, and it did boost his ego a bit, and it might not be a bad idea to go out with someone that is not his roommate, his roommate’s boyfriend, his coworker and a weird friend from university. Maybe he could even get laid, which doesn’t seem like a bad prospect at all. 

It’s just the combination of all these tiny little things that makes him feel better, more confident, almost ready to let himself believe that he could change his mind about Carlos, like Lando has been trying to make him for years, now. 

Maybe he could actually reconsider him, even if just by stopping viewing him as a pretentious dickhead. 

But Carlos just makes it incredibly difficult, it seems. 

Oscar has just started settling back behind his desk when his attention gets caught by the new email in his inbox, that definitely was not there before. 

To: oscar.piastri@g...  From: carlos.sainz.vasq...  Sub: team project 

Hi Piastri,  attached you will find your part of the project.  Please, do not contact me on my lunch breaks, Friday nights and weekends. I will not respond.  I sincerely hope you do not need any clarification, but if you do, you can write to the email above.  Good work. 

[See more] 

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” He almost slams his laptop shut, feeling the rage bubbling up inside of him. Logan likes to say that he’s an emotionless human being, Yuki just compared him to a freaking statue, and yet Carlos Sainz is enough to make him doubt himself and his capability to have a decent control of his own emotions. 

He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring as he tries to calm himself down. Breath in, and breath out, it’s just the first day of three months. 

Which means that it can go even worse, fuck. 

“What is it?” Yuki asks, curiously peering over his screen to take a glance. 

Oscar had almost completely forgotten about his presence, and he just groans and turns the laptop around, not finding it in himself to explain without cursing one Spanish lineage or two. 

“Mh, okay, yes.” Yuki mumbles, nodding understandingly with his chin propped up on his palm. 

Oscar can see his eyes moving from one side to the other of the list, a list, of things that Oscar should do, that Carlos decided Oscar should do, just to prove himself once more as the biggest prick Oscar might’ve ever met in his life. 

“Well, I don’t see the problem here.” 

“You don’t- what?” Oscar splutters out, blinking once, twice. Yuki’s expression doesn’t change, it stays confused, amused even. “Isn’t it obvious? He gave me a list, Yuki, a list.” 

“Yes and?” Yuki asks, unsure. “I mean, I would kill to have a teammate who tells me what I have to do. Splitting parts is the worst step for a team project, in my opinion. You should be glad.” 

“I should be glad?” Oscar says, he almost feels crazy about it. “Yuki, can’t you see it? He’s doing it in purpose! He probably just decided what parts he didn’t want and gave them to me so I can, like, do his dirty laundry. I am almost 100% sure he’s going to take all the credit after and he just- ugh!” 

Yuki looks at him, unimpressed, standing in front of Oscar’s desk like he’s seconds away from giving him a slap on his head. When they’re like this and the height difference is completely reversed, Oscar remembers that Yuki can be incredibly frightening, too. 

“Oscar, listen to me.” Yuki says, gentle. Well, not really gentle, because Oscar is pretty sure that Yuki lacks that definition, but something akin to gentleness, surely. “I think you’re a bit stressed out right now, I get it, it’s an important project-“ 

“My most important project.” Oscar interrupts him. He feels compelled to remind that detail, which he doesn’t find small at all. 

It will dictate the rest of his career, his future, his curriculum, his self esteem. He might be exaggerating, but he’s used to take things seriously only when he manages to convince himself that they are, in fact, serious. 

But now that he thinks about it, he may just need a change of perspective:  maybe having to work alongside Carlos is just a challenge for himself, one last obstacle to overtake before he can finally make all his years of studying and working his back off worth it. 

He just needs to impose himself and he needs to show himself and to Carlos that he knows what he’s doing, and that it can easily be a 50/50 kind of work. 

Perfectly balanced, yeah. 

“- and I mean, anyway, if you’re not happy with whatever he decides, you can just go and talk to the guy.” 

“You know what, Yuki?” Oscar says, standing up as he shuts his laptop close, feeling thrilled about the prospect of taking reins between his hands, for once. It must feel amazing, to finally have control over something, and it only makes him want that promotion more. “I think I’m going to give him a little speech about respect.” 

“That’s not what I meant, but you do you.” Yuki shrugs before finally going back to his desk, sitting hunched over his screen and probably causing himself twenty different problems to his back. 

It’s a spur of the moment, Oscar is not used to get them often, he prefers to be more levelheaded, in a way, more rational, logical. 

But Carlos has always managed to get under his skin in a way that he never was able to point out, like he could just crawl inside and gnaw at it and smirk that too full grin of his that some would define as charming, Oscar just finds unappealing. 

If he were to admit it, he would probably find the reasons of their mutual grudge behind deeply buried thoughts that Oscar has long since tried to forget about. 

Like that time he had been scratching his own wrist with his nails, too long, too uneven, waiting for Lando to give him an ounce of his attention, just for Carlos to get it all with a bat of his eyelashes and a show of his straight teeth. 

And Oscar has thought that, well, he did not know how to style his hair and he had always had bunny teeth and he did not post shirtless selfies on his socials, and he did not like to hop from one club to another to spend the time on a Saturday night, so hoping that Lando could turn around and look at him and say ‘Oscar’ all British accented and tongue in the little gap was just- ridiculous. 

Rationally, that should not be considered as Carlos’ fault, but Oscar just knows that he knows. He swears he had seen him, winking at Oscar jokingly before taking Lando away by the hand, tilting his head to the side, curious, wicked, and then acting like Oscar wasn’t there, not even trying go engage him into conversations. 

At work, it’s quieter, at least. 

The only reason why Oscar still hasn’t spilled a hot coffee all over the front of his shirt is because Carlos kind of is his superior, after all, and people would surely almost immediately suspect of him if they were to find a distressed Carlos Sainz in sight. 

But they still work in different sections, and they never have to cross paths unless they happen to be in the same elevator at the same time, or by the same coffee machine at the same time. They never make small talks, sometimes Carlos just glances at him and nods his head and makes a half assed comment about his commitments for the week like he’s someone too important to be around Oscar. 

And Oscar wants to strangle him or scoff at him and give him a piece of his mind, but he does not, because he’s rational and levelheaded. 

On top of that, the inexperienced comment and the lack of apology thereof does still sting, though he’ll never admit it. 

The upper floor is a little bit nicer than the one his and Yuki’s office is, with longer corridors and opaque glass doors and plants that are actually alive. 

Well, he and Yuki had tried to keep one between their desks, but the attempt had failed after they had realised they had forgotten watering it for four weeks straight. But at least they had tried. 

Oscar doesn’t really think about what he’s going to say when he pushes the door open, nor does he when he strides into the office, basically uninvited. 

And then when he finally thinks about it, it’s just to remain utterly speechless at the sight of Charles half slumped down on the little couch in the corner, scrolling away on his phone. 

“Hi Oscar.” Charles says, enthusiastic as all the other times he and Oscar have interacted in the past. Oscar likes him, even though he can’t help but feel slightly intimidated by his attractiveness, but Charles has always been nice to him and when he goes out with them at the pub, he’s always asking Oscar about his day and appearing actually interested about it. 

Which doesn’t explain why he would be friends with such a douchebag like Carlos, but it’s not like it’s any of his business. 

“Hi Charles.” Oscar replies, unsurely taking a step forward. It doesn’t change the aspect of the situation, of course, what is supposed to be Carlos’ office chair is still as empty as the first time he laid eyes on it. “Am I in the wrong place?” 

“Were you looking for Carlos?” Charles asks with a strange lilt to his voice, one that is not just from his accent, Oscar can tell. 

“Uh, yes?” 

“Then yes you are in the right place.” Charles concludes. “But at the wrong time, he’s out for his lunch break.” 

Oscar checks his watch, then he checks it another time just to be sure. “But lunch break ended fift- twenty minutes ago.” 

“Yeah, but he has to do other things, so he asked for a later lunch break.” 

A later lunch break. 

What kind of immense prick asks for a different lunch break than all the other employees? Who does Carlos think he is? 

Oscar sincerely thinks he has never met someone as full of himself as Carlos in his life, not even that one guy at his high school that went around claiming to be able to get every single girl in his bed. 

Which Oscar knew for sure was a big load of bullshit because he had watched Lauren Smith reject him at their final year’s party, and Oscar had given him a drunken blowjob in a bathroom on the same night. 

And still, Carlos managed to top that off. 

“Alright.” Oscar says calmly. “Then I guess I can come back later.” He finishes, already turning around to get out of this office as soon as possible and go back to lament on Yuki. 

But Charles doesn’t seem to be of the same opinion, clearing his throat to get his attention back on him. “Uh, we will be in a meeting later.” He says sheepishly, and then adding, “I’m sorry I didn’t know you needed him so soon.” 

It’s not Charles’ fault that Carlos is a douchebag, really, and Oscar is not that immature to act like one. “Do not worry, I will come back tomorrow, then.” One deep breath, in and out. “Thanks Charles, I’ll see you around.” 

“Bye Oscar!” Charles waves at him, back to his enthusiastic self. 

Oscar can’t share even an ounce of that same giddiness, right now, so he just closes the door behind himself and curses the name tag on it, flipping the golden plate off. 

And then once again before getting inside the elevatore. 

It’s cathartic enough. 

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To: carlos.sainz.vasq...  From: oscar.piastri@g...  Re: team project  Sub: adjustments 

Hi Sainz,  I was not able to find you and I would like to discuss the attachment of your last email.  As it is a team project, I think that we should work, in fact, as team, unless you might’ve missed Andrea’s directives, though I am pretty sure you were sitting next to me. I sincerely hope you do not need any clarification on that.  Good rest of the day. 

To: oscar.piastri@g...  From: carlos.sainz.vasq...  Re: adjustments  Sub: appointment 

Hi Piastri,  I guess I can concede you a talk face to face over the matter. You can meet me in my office tomorrow at half past ten.  Do not be late. 

To: carlos.sainz.vasq...  From: oscar.piastri@g...  Re: appointment 

I won’t. 

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[uru-writes]

*:･ﾟ✧ TOYFRIEND *:･ﾟ dg/james lee x yandere! ??? ·˚ ༘

music: persona 5 - beneath the mask instrumental with rain

tw: yandere behavior, stalking, anonymous gifts/messages, sexual humor, slut shaming, mentions of sexual favors, mentions of purging, mentions of alcohol/gambling addiction

"He probably sucks the teacher off."

"Is it even worth it? It's not like he's gonna be famous or something."

"I hear his poetry's not even that good."

"He's just a liar. He probably throws up his lunch, too."

Jihoon heard these whispers almost everyday at school. He'd gotten used to them, they don't hurt quite as much as they used to. "They're just jealous," his classmate told him. But the faces that surrounded him, the crooked smiles, the gazes sultry with amusement told him otherwise. That classmate's less than discreet glances did not escape him either.

It seemed the more his prowess was awarded and he was paraded around like a trophy; the more he seemed to shrink in on himself, slump when he walked, keep his head down at his desk so as not to be seen. He had gotten used to it. His ego only got him so far before all his efforts began to backfire in one way or another. The epic highs and lows of high school . . . something or other.

Presently, he was sitting at his desk, in the back of class of course, trying to eat his lunch in peace while he watched some others kids playing soccer through the window.

"Maybe he jerks off the other players so they let him score," he hears a girl whisper as she walks through the door.

"That doesn't explain the poetry, though," another girl says. "Oh!-"

Jihoon had stopped eating and was staring them down, eyes lidded and glazed over.

"Let's leave him alone!" One of the girls whispers.

"Maybe he's waiting for someone!" The other one teases while they both the classroom.

If there was one thing Jihoon was still proud of, it was his surprising amount of composure. He could jack off in the back of the classroom, and no one would notice. Probably. Most likely. He's never tried it. He has grades to keep up!

The rest of the day passes uneventfully. Or as uneventful as it gets for Jihoon. He disliked studying at school, so he leaves as soon as he is allowed. As always, he quickly finishes his assigned cleaning for the day and walks to the front building, where he changes his school shoes for his old raggedy ones. He pulls over his hoodie, his favorite that he liked to wear as often as possible. He speed walks home from there, eager to finish his studying so he could do his workout for the day. He had been given a day off from working the register at the grocery store, so he was determined to put his time to good use. He was feeling particularly ambitious today. He also wanted to study up on a new sport he was trying, golf. Boring as it sounded, it couldn't hurt to add to his repertoire.

He ponders about the different angles, trajectories, and postures, swinging his keys in his hand all the way back to his apartment. He used to live with his dad in another apartment, but Jihoon moved out after witnessing his intense alcohol and gambling addictions. Not to mention their near constant arguments. He mysteriously disappeared to another town, much to Jihoon's delight.

He unlocks the door and steps inside. The place was messy, typical of a high schooler. Papers, clothes, and bedding strewn about. Organized chaos is what they call it, he thinks. At least one part of him didn't have to be perfect. Though, he slightly recoils at the musty scent that clouded the room. Likely the result of not washing his bedding.

He sets down his backpack next to his desk, glancing at a pile of mail on top from the previous day. Monthly bills, credit card offers, university pamphlets, and the like. One odd, small envelope sat at the top of the pile. It was dark red and addressed to him in neat, compact Hangeul.

Jihoon picks it up and examines it. Nothing stood out other other than his name. He carefully slit it open, pulling out the white card inside. He flips it open, and a small stack of bills falls out onto the desk. His breath hitches when he reads the card.

'Buy yourself a new pairs of shoes.'

Bright red ink. And at the bottom, a flamboyant signature heart.

Jihoon counts 70,000 won in the stack. Was this a joke? But no one would give up so much money for a joke. Must be some kind of gift from an admirer. But who could it be when everyone at school despises him? Although, the kids at his school aren't normal after all. They sure were dedicated, if anything. Surely, it couldn't be . . . a teacher?

How many people could know about his ratty sneakers, anyway? It's not like he goes anywhere other than school and the grocery store. Not that there's anywhere else to go.

And If it came from anyone dangerous, surely he could just beat them up, right?

Jihoon shoves the contents back into the envelope and decides to investigate tomorrow, electing to finish his to-do list. He finishes studying quickly, and with even more fervor than intended, his workout as well. Satisfied with this amount of productivity, he cooks a small dinner and finally freshens up.

His shower is longer than normal. He closes his eyes and lets the steaming hot water sting his skin. Against his will, his mind drifts back and forth between school and the mystery note until he gets out. He sluggishly gets dressed, muscles aching slightly, and brushes his teeth. He slips into his bed despite his damp hair, pulling the covers above his face, a final comfort. He'd go back to work the next day and everything would be fine. He is settling in for sleep, but his eyes shoot open when he realizes.

He brought that pile of mail in yesterday. And that red envelope wasn't in it.

~ Earlier that week ~

It was late at night and the store was about to close when he came. The door bell rang gently as he opened it.

"Welcome," a boy called halfheartedly, not looking up from the ground which he was sweeping around his register. The man noted his dirty sneakers that look like they'd been worn to death. Oh, that won't do.

He nearly rolled his eyes as he looked around, unimpressed with the compact layout and monotone color palette. The lame interior design and general rundown nature of the store made for a strangely suffocating feel, as though someone had attempted to make it as boxy and uncomfortable as possible. He'd heard something about this store being owned by a guy who was some bigshot gangster back in the day. Maybe the guy went broke.

He began to peruse the aisles, not searching for anything in particular but watching out of the corner of his eye. That boy wasn't paying attention to him. It was a smart choice to wear boring black clothing, not typical of him, but that was his idea. Though his hair was rather notable, bright red streaks throughout his natural black hair. He had tried to brush it out of his face and pulled his hood over.

He circled the aisles closest to the registers, looking for something to buy that made some sense and settled on a couple air fresheners for his car.

When he went to pay, the boy stopped sweeping and quickly rang up his items. He didn't look at him, only asking something about whether he had found what he was looking for. The man quietly affirmed. He paid in cash and took the plastic bag.

When he reached for it, the boy finally made eye contact. The ever so slight dilation of his pupils and raise of his brows did not go unnoticed by the man, who merely offered a polite smile.

He left the store without another word, hands in pockets and eyes closing. It was gonna be a bitch to walk all the way back to his car, which was parked on the far outskirts of the town.

Back inside the store, Jihoon watched curiously the stranger to whom he had just sold car fresheners walk off into the darkness, not a car in sight.

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WHY has no one talked about the way Freddy says "I could open this gate if I had Monty's claws"?

He says it SO tauntingly, like he WANTS you to go decomission Monty for his claws. And when you compare it to the timid way he says "This requires Chicas voice to open" It's even CLEARER that between the two, he doesn't feel a very strong resentment towards the idea of having Monty's claws

And I think that couples EXTREMELY WELL with the sadness in his voice when you take him up to Bonnie Bowl, the way he says "I do not come up here anymore... I miss him..." With so much grief. You can feel it in his tone that Bonnie is still an open wound for him, and why wouldn't it be? Bonnie has been with Freddy since the very start, Freddy has NEVER existed without Bonnie until now. Yes he's known Chica for a long time, but not NEARLY as long as he's known Bonnie.

So yeah, he hesitates with Chica's voice gates. He knows from the start what would need to happen to his friends in order for him to open these gates the way they do, and he just doesn't seem to care about that when it comes to Monty.

And I think it's incredibly telling of Freddy as a character and what he believes happened to Bonnie:

He thinks it was Monty's fault.

He blames Monty for what happened to Bonnie, even though Monty is JUST the replacement. Monty wasnt made specifically to replace Bonnie. Bonnie was decommissioned, the company needed a bass player for parties, Monty was there, so they sent him to parts and services and gave him the necessary upgrade needed to fill the role. Monty wasnt MADE to play the bass. He was made for mini golf.

We as a player know that Monty wasnt responsible for what happened to Bonnie (depending on which ending you pursue and how much attention you're paying to it) but Freddy doesn't know that. Freddy doesn't know about Burntrap, doesn't get to see Bonnie's parts being used on his body. To Freddy, Bonnie was taken out so Monty could gain popularity. Who wouldn't hate that when it meant your best friend was no longer around?

And I think that's another reason why Monty is so aggressive. Sure Freddy talks up this big game of his band mates being his friends, but does Monty truly feel welcome amongst them? He wasn't made for music and glamor. He was made for golf and carefree fun, low expectations and an easy going day to day life of helping little kids play mini golf. Now he's a star, one of the most important animatronics in the whole pizzaplex. He has to be liked or else he'll end up like Bonnie too.

He's out of his element with big shoes to fill, a position he knows he'll never live up to. And now THE star of the show, the guy who's name is on the building, essentially snubs him before he even gets to know him, all because he's convinced Monty had something to do with why Bonnie was decommissioned.

But Monty doesn't know that.

How could he?

How would Monty guess that Freddy didn't like him because he thought he was to blame? There's no way he'd know that, so he assumes it's because he's just not good enough. So he tries harder at every performance, each show is an opportunity to prove his worth.

So when Freddy drops in the middle of a show? It sets him off. That was his opportunity of the day to prove that he belonged in the band. It's like Freddy didn't want him to be there SO BAD he'd malfunction and ruin the show over letting Monty prove himself.

And maybe thats why Monty spends so much time up on the catwalks over Monty golf. Clearly he doesn't feel welcomed by Freddy, so why hang around Rockstar Row any more than he has to? I'm sure Chica and Roxy are indifferent (at least Roxy probably. I'm sure Chica likes Monty just fine, even with a dull ache from Bonnje being gone) to Monty being there now, but Monty is probably thoroughly convinced that since Freddy doesn't like him, it's game over for him. Freddy's word is probably law around here considering the place is named after him, so Chica and Roxy would probably go along with it if Freddy decided Monty wasnt cutting it.

So yeah, he'd retreat to the one place he could ever call his own, the one place that was made just for him. The only place he truly belonged. Monty Golf is his safe haven from Freddy, because Freddy had NEVER had ANY say over what happens in there. Freddy can ignore him and be mad at him in the Atrium all he wants, but Monty Golf is HIS place. Monty Golf is whatever HE decides it is.

But now he's isolated, in a building that's supposed to bring nothing but joy. Of course he grows bitter, watching the other three get along just great while he's forced to watch from the outside. Of course it hurts, it makes him angry and confused on WHY he's just not good enough, why doesn't he deserve that as well? Was it because he wasn't Bonnie? Was it because he just wasn't living up to everyone's expectations?

Never in a million years would he guess that this all stemmed from Freddy's suspicion that he was responsible for Bonnie's decommissioning

Idk, just something I noticed today while replaying Security Breach. His tone at a Monty gate is chillingly carefree for what he's insinuating, and he doesn't dare take that tone when talking about a Chica gate... it's all very suspicious to me and I wouldn't trust Freddy to be alone with Monty after that

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Four)

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You stretch your legs, flexing up on the balls of your feet to release the ache in your calves. A sigh from how good it feels leaves you before you plop down onto the stone steps leading to the parking lot. Mav said he would be out after swapping his golf shoes and closing out his tab for the day. And you are happy to wait for him after his promise that it would be worth waiting around a little longer.

A body drops onto the steps next to you as you take a sip of the lemonade you brought with you. “Don’t want to go home yet?” Rafe asks, his voice low. He stares out at the parking lot; his elbows braced on his knees. "You never used to want to go home."

“I do actually, but I’m waiting on Mav.” You swirl your lemonade a little so that your hands have something to do along with your focus. Not looking at Rafe is in your best interest, especially when he is this close to you. “You should go back to your buddies, Rafe. Leave this low life to herself.”

“You heard that?”

“Of course I did! I’m not deaf.”

He rolls his eyes. “He didn’t mean it.”

You laugh. “What? Of course, he did. This is Topper we are talking about.” You stand and look down at him. He stares up at you. Something familiar and stomach twisting reflects at you in his blue eyes. “Go back inside, Rafe. If you keep talking to me, people will notice.”

“And? Let them talk. I don’t care about that shit.”

You snort. “Since when?”

“Since always!” He looks at you like you have three heads as he stands abruptly. “You know me better than that.”

You shake your head, looking away from him. “I don’t know you at all. I never did.”

He steps closer to you. His chest brushes against your shoulder, and his breath fans over your face.

“Is that why you won’t look at me?” He asks, venom lacing his tone. "Is that why you started hooking up with fucking Barry?"

You bite your lip, trying to keep your composure. After a long pause, you blow out a breath and turn your attention to Rafe. “You know exactly why I can’t stand the sight of you.”

“No, I don’t,��� he grits out. His fingers warm on your skin when he grabs your upper arm. “You have never told me.”

You frown, looking down at where he touches you. “Let me go, Rafe. Your buddies may not remember who I am right now, but when they figure it out, they won’t like you touching me. Especially your best buddy Top.”

His hand falls away, and he rolls his eyes but goes inside without pushing any further. Relief washes over you, and you glance at the lot. You should leave now before the risk of running into Topper increases or the chance of Rafe coming back does. But leaving Mav without an explanation is not what you want to do.

“Thinking about bailing?”

You spin to see Mav smiling at you in a teasing manner.

“Only a little.” You laugh. “Figured if your friends came that it might be best to get out of sight.”

He frowns, hands going into his pockets. “I’m sorry about them.”

You shake your head. “Topper is the one that called me a lowlife, not you.”

His frown deepens before he glances over his shoulder. “He’s an asshole. Can I at least walk you to your car?”

“Sure,” you smile and walk side by side. “So… did you at least kick his ass in golf?”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “Only a little.”

“Better than nothing right?” You murmur before stopping at your car. “Well, this is me.”

He glances over at your car. Eyebrows scrunch together when he fixates on something. “Is that a bookmark hanging from the mirror?”

“Yes,” you laugh, glancing at it. “It is scented.”

“What does it smell like?”

You shrug, leaning against your car. Your feet aching after hours of running around the Island Club. “Mr. Darcy.”

“Mr. Darcy…” He rubs his hand over the back of his neck. You can tell he is nervous after he exhales and rolls his shoulders. “A Pride and Prejudice girl then, huh?”

You smile a little. “So, the kook academy has Jane Austen on their syllabus?”

“Just the one book.”

He moves closer and touches you. His fingers skate across the back of your hand and down to your fingers.

“What’s going on, Mav?”

He smiles a little before clearing his throat. “Would you go on a date with me please?”

“Oh.”

His smile falters, and a small pang shoots through your heart at the sight of it. “If that isn’t…”

“No,” you rush, cutting him off. “I’m just surprised given… the reactions,” you say softly, gesturing at the Island Club. “Kooks and pogues do not tend to mix that way.”

“I don’t care.”

You laugh before tipping your head as you study him over. “All right then, I would love to.”

He grins so wide you wonder if his cheeks will pop. “Great, can I have your number now?”

“Yes.” You cannot help but to blush before he hands his cell phone to you. You input your number and hand it back. “So, I guess I will see you for our date.”

His fingers slot through the spaces of your own, and you glance down at your joined hands. “How is tonight?”

You smile before meeting his gaze again. “Sounds perfect.”

He steps that last bit closer, and his lips brush your cheek. “Tonight, six pm. I’ll text you for your address, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur, tipping your head back to look at him. “I should get going. I need to check on my brothers.”

“Okay.” He relents and takes a step away. You also take a step back before reaching for your door handle. “Hang on!” He steps closer to you once more. His hands cup your face, and he leans down to press his lips to yours. It is only a simple press of his lips against yours. It makes your heart flutter. “I’ve been dying to do that.”

You laugh and wrap your hands around his wrists. “I’ve kind of wanted you to do that.”

He pecks your lips again, and you blush before he lets go and takes two steps back. “See you soon, y/n.”

“See you.”

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“Hold on. You met a guy at the beach and then again at work today. He is friends with Rafe and Topper, he kissed you, and now you’re going out with him?” JJ asks, dumbfounded, as he moves around the living room, trying to find his backpack.

You finish tying your shoelaces and stand to adjust your skirt. “Yup.”

“Well,” John B muses, enjoying the tables turning now that you have a kook interested in you, all the while flipping a pen that he found on the coffee table over and over in his hand.

“Oh, be quiet, Lover Boy.” You glare at him in warning, and he smirks, chewing on the end of his pen. “And you!” You turn to JJ, your tone accusatory enough that he freezes in his spot. “Don’t think I don’t notice how you look at Kie.”

John B laughs loudly, head tossed back while JJ splutters in shock.

“That’s what I thought,” you sass him, and John B’s laughter increases. You smile at him before turning your attention back to JJ. “Have you even told her?”

John B smirks at his friend before meeting your gaze. “What do you think?”

“No! JJ, why not?”

He shrugs, scrubbing his hand through his blond locks. You can read the stress on him clear as day, and he will not look at you for a second. But then those stressed blue eyes turn onto you. “I’ve tried, okay? I’ve tried that door, and it is locked.”

You stare at him for a second, trying to understand if he is being truthful. When he stares back at you with a distant look in his eyes, you know that he is telling the truth. “Fine, but I think she does too.”

John B smirks, looking at the pen. “But then there’s Pope…”

“Pope-schmope.” You mutter, and they both crack and smile at that. “He isn’t my brother, and they would never last. Pope needs someone that challenges him in other ways. Kiara isn’t meant for him.”

You love Pope, you always will, but you know all three of them. Pope and Kiara would never make it. They would be fine at first, but in the end, Kiara would get bored, and she would break his heart. It was better to do it now before they got too deep.

“But Pope likes her,” John B responds before JJ can.

You frown, glancing around the room. “Well… you know my opinion. Time is short.”

JJ nods, looking away before he finds his backpack under the sofa. He yanks it out and grins before shouldering it on. He kisses your cheek before he passes by you for the door. “Have fun on your date. Be careful, promise?”

“Promise.” You smile, patting his chest. “You be safe, promise?” You return the request just like you used to when you were kids and had to split up to hide from Luke in his drunken rages. Both boys hug you tightly, squeezing you into their group hug. “John B?” You ask, keeping your voice soft as you stare at the brown-eyed bonus brother.

“Yeah?”

“Promise?”

“Promise, y/n.”

“Good!”

He pecks your cheek before the hug ends, and you smile at both.

“You know that you’re welcome to come stay here if you ever need to. I don’t mind vouching for you.”

He smiles, hugging you again. “Thank you, but home is the last thing I have with my dad.”

“I understand,” you say quickly, cutting him off. “I’m the big sister. I just want to do my best at it.”

He nods, a sad gleam in his eyes, and you have to look away.

“Either way, stop by here as much as you want. Dinner is always an option.”

Both boys show a smile before they hustle out together, talking about their evening plans at The Point. You laugh, watching them go. At times it still feels like they are eight again and causing chaos in their wake—eight years of solid friendship.

A few minutes later, the sound of a car honking has you smiling, and you check yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair before glancing as Mav knock’s on the screen door. He grins at you, and you blush, looking down at your outfit to make sure you look as decent as he does in his clean, pressed oxford shirt and shorts. His muscled tan forearms are on display as he leans against the frame. Your heart rate increases at the tall, dark, and handsome man in your doorway waiting on you.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” you smile brightly and cross the small distance to the door. After collecting your crossbody, you push the screen door open and pull the main door shut. He waits for you to lock it before he grasps your hand tightly. “Do I get to know what we are doing tonight?”

“Dinner and then ice cream…” He muses. “Maybe a walk by the docks…”

You grin up at him. “I love that.”

“Good!” He smiles and opens the car door for you. He helps you in before closing the door and jogging around to get in. You look around the car, the smell of expensive leather and his cologne mixing in the confined space. Mav stares at you, a smile tugging at his lips. “Everything okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” You meet his gaze, and he smiles before leaning into you. Your lips press, and you hum, kissing him back. After a moment, you part and you squeeze his hand. “I’m starving.”

Both of you laugh, and he begins the drive to the restaurant. “Understood.”

Dinner and ice cream go perfectly. Your face hurts from how much you are smiling and laughing at his jokes. You are enjoying your time with Mav, and you hope he is feeling the same. Mav’s hand holds yours as you walk along the boardwalk together. You smile up at him when you both come to a stop at the end of the dock. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

“Great,” he responds, his other hand moves up to touch your face. His thumb skates over your chin. “Me too. I was nervous at first.”

You lean up on your toes and press your lips to his. He kisses you back, his touch sliding down your back to pull you closer. You smile against his lips before stepping away.

“Care to watch the sunset with me, Beautiful?”

“Absolutely,” you beam up at him before glancing at the pinkening sky as the day gets ready to end.

“Mav!”

Both of you turn to see Rafe and Topper strolling down the dock. Your hand finds Mav’s, and you squeeze it while worry floods over you.

“Are we interrupting something?” Topper smirks, his gaze fixated on your clasped hands, and your stomach turns as he openly checks you out again.

You slip closer to Mav, and he is aware of it. His arm loops around your waist to tug you against his side.

“Yes.”

Topper’s smirk widens, and he glances at Rafe, whose attention is fixated on you and only you. You look back at him, your skin prickling as a dangerous smile slowly spreads across his lips.

“Top,” Rafe starts, clasping his hands in front of him in anticipation. You swallow, tightening your hand on Mav’s shirt. “You remember her, right?”

Mav looks at you in confusion, but you continue to watch Rafe. A challenge in both of your eyes, because if he does this then the entire game changes.

“From the Island Club, our server,” Topper smiles, nudging Rafe. “I know she is a pogue, it has only been a few hours, Rafe.”

Rafe smirks, shaking his head before he fixates his attention on you. “No, no, Top. No,” Rafe murmurs with a shake of his head. “You really don’t remember her?”

Topper looks between you both, confusion written plainly across his face. “No, I don’t.”

“Tell him who you are, Angel.”

Topper’s eyes widen, and realization dawns on his face. “Y/n Maybank?”

You look away, clearing your throat before staring back at him. “So what?”

“What is going on?” Mav finally speaks, and you look at him. It takes everything in you not to lash out at Rafe, but keeping your history where it belongs wins out. You are starting fresh. You refuse to be pulled back into those messy dark depths you had crawled out of during your time away from the OBX.

“We used to be friends of sorts,” you offer, and his hand tightens around your waist. “I can explain more when we are alone…”

“She used to be my girlfriend,” Rafe offers his voice hollow and void of emotion. But his eyes blaze with unspoken turmoil.

Mav shifts to get a better look at you. You nod once, cheeks heating. He squeezes your waist before turning to the other two.

“Okay.” He shrugs. “I have ex-girlfriends. Her past doesn’t matter to me.”

You inhale sharply with relief, your fingers clasping his against your side. His thumb brushes yours in comfort. Mav realizes just how wide the gap between kooks and pogues is at this moment.

“If you’ll excuse us, guys. I’m going to finish up my date and take her home.”

Mav guides you through the space between Rafe and Topper. Rafe glares at him, and Topper smirks at you, but you ignore him, clinging to Mav’s hand. He opens the car door for you. Hesitating, you press your free hand to his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He asks, moving closer. His body crowds you against the side of the car. “Having dated someone?”

You nod, frowning before glancing as the sound of two motorbikes drive by. A spidery chill crawls down your spine because you know who sits atop the two bikes. Mav’s hand cups your face, turning your attention back to him.

“No reason to apologize.”

You smile weakly, attempting to let go of the anxiety building in you. He tips your chin back by hooking his finger under your chin.

“Relax, pretty girl. Rafe and Topper do not scare me.” He leans down, his lips brushing yours before he kisses you. You kiss him back, fisting his shirt at his sides. After a moment, the kiss ends, and you smile up at him. Relief washes over you, and you peck his lips. “We could go to the beach and count stars since our sunset was ruined. Or do you have a curfew?”

You laugh, burying your face in his chest and inhaling his cologne. “No curfew.”

“Perfect.”

(Chapter Five)

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🔮 RyLan first date and they end up mini golfing or something but it goes tragically and hilariously wrong bc it starts pouring rain, and ___?

🔮 It had been the perfect weather for a picnic. It really had. At 11 AM. But now it's 2 PM, and Dylan and Ryan are sitting, drenched, at a library study table with a dripping wet picnic basket between them.

“I brought chips, and sodas, and cakes, and everything- I made little sandwiches-” Dylan pouts, scuffing his wet shoes on the carpet of the library. He hadn't chosen the park across town, the one with the playground, and now he's realizing he lucked out: the park he had chosen was the one right across the street from the library.

The park was in the center of town, not ideal, not quiet, but it had picnic tables. Not a shelter, though. But it hadn't looked necessary, Dylan thought, as the morning had been relatively sunny. Maybe a little cloudy. Maybe… maybe he should have checked the weather.

Ryan reaches over the table to ruffle his damp hair, and despite how horrible his Reptar t-shirt feels clinging to his shoulders, Dylan grins.

“Let me go through the basket, okay?” Ryan asks, and Dylan nods. “See if there's anything worth saving. We can just eat here.”

Dylan pushes the basket towards Ryan--- ignoring the streak of water the damp wood leaves on the table--- and Ryan opens it.

“Oh!” Dylan's head cocks to the side. Ryan sounds… pleased.

“What is it?”

“Everything here is dry. The basket must have soaked up all the rain before it got to the food.”

“My little sandwiches are okay!?” Dylan pulls the basket in his direction again and peers in. Everything is dry. By the expression on his boyfriend's face, he must look thrilled. It's definitely about his date not being ruined. Definitely not about the little sandwiches.

Ryan snorts. “Yes, Dylan, the little sandwiches are okay.”

[ovrrdogg]

Deciding to share my tengolf family, even though its an old sketch, because why not. I was going to wait until I finished drawing the comic, but that might take a little longer than I would like. Ping is a bossy girl with a bad attitude and a penchant for getting into sticky situations, especially in the factory, especially especially if those situations involve chemical experiments. . . She hates failing and pushes herself to improve in her studies as much as possible. She'll spend days squirreled away in the corner of the lab, only stopping her work when her friends break in to forcefully convince her that yes, grass is still worth touching. NO she's not allergic. YES it's daylight outside, and do you know what day it is? What's the month. No it's not August anymore. Get outside before you forget what people are. Works for her family as a chemist. Special trait: Glows faintly green at all times! Can control the brightness somewhat, and can get about as bright as a phone screen, though it's draining and makes her more irritable (as hard as that is to believe.) Her brightness is largely regulared to her emotional state, and she can't turn this off. You'd be hard pressed to find where Pong is on a good day, or any day for that matter. Laid back and dilligent, Pong works hard so he can play hard (frequently combining the two concepts for his pranks!) Blocky's funny doings international enthusiast and professional IDGAFer. Worked for his family as an engineer and architect, but has since moved away from home with some friends. Probably in yoyleland but he didn't tell anyone where he was going. Special trait: None. He's perfect. Or at the very least, he's not here to tell you if he has one, or what it is. He may just be straight up missing. If he doesn't respond to this next text message and phone call Golf Ball is calling the authorities. To get a good mental image of Pickleball, let me give you the basics of her human design: Gir hoodie with striped patches in the sleeves, Kandi on both arms and sillybandz on the legs. Glitter and fluff and knee high converse and checker patterns and big teased hair dyed bright green with black and white rosette spots and stripes and hair extensions. If you're not already overwhelmed by that description, Pickleball herself is sure to do the rest. Fast and friendly, Pickleball will bowl you over with the power of love and friendship. Before you know it you're on your second sleepover and are on your way to a bowling alley that knows your shoe size by heart at this point. She's the youngest in the family, and the most free-spirited. Not a day goes by where she's not with her friends, in person or virtually. "Works" for her family as a programmer, and loves to write experimental code for her father's inventions. Secret Flower stan. Special ability: Kitten eyes! A single starry eyed stare from Pickleball will have your resolve crumble like a sandcastle on the beach. You can't help but say yes to all her energetic ideas.

[watermelonsugacry]

OK I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANNA TALK 2 U ABOUT SO HERE IS ME RANTING AND PUTTING QUESTIONS:

I lovehe relationship yn has w the tomlinsons😫 like how she has a secrete handshake with the twins and how lottie is like her little sister and LOUIS IS LITERALLY A DREAM FRIENDSHIP

I have this thing where i like to think that yn was a big fan of paramore, and she also wrote some hits like only exeption (it just screams her and also it reminds me of how she would feel abt harry)

I also see her writing 'girl crush' when harry and taylor were dating and then saling it in 2014 but idk thats just me

And am i the only one who sees a PERFERT friendship between her and jennifer lawrence??

OK NOW I GOT SOME QUESTIONS SO HOPE THEY'RE NOT TOO MUCH

Whats the readers networth? Like i know that shes rich but how rich🤔

On a scale of 1-10 how famous is she? Like comparing to a big celebrity like Beyonce is she just as famous or..?

Whats her favorite colour?

Who is more clingy, harry or her?

Besides harry and louis who is her bestfriend that she hangs out w the most

What are some celebrities that got a crush on her and who has made that public

The weeknd has a song 'the party & after party' and it kind of sounds that hes describing a girl like yn "with your louis v bag, tats on your arms, high heels shoes make you 6 feet tall.." so are there some speculations ab this from the fans?

AND LAST is the reader the teaser in the relationship or does harry like to make fun of her more? ( srry if theres any mistakes)

IM ALWAYS DOWN FOR THIS LOVIE 💚

same!! they're family 🥰

funny enough, i actually picture a lot of paramore's music to be the music that yn would make with her band when she was in high school!

in the 1d!yn universe, she wrote Girl Crush!! (I remember talking about it a while ago on here but I forgot what year she wrote & sold it lol)

I don't know much about jennifer lawrence but thats an interesting pair 👀

I'll base it off of ariana grande's net worth at 240 million. But we all know that no number can amount to her actual worth 💅

I'd say that on a scale of 1-10, she's about an 8. She's a household name and an absolute force to be reckoned with. She's the type of famous that she forgets that she is and she'll record herself reacting to tiktoks lying down in bed, make-up free, and just lose her mind laughing. Or there was another time when she took herself out on a brunch date bc Harry went out to play golf that morning. Two girls approached her table and politely greeted her, said how much they loved her and had tickets to see her show that night. But before they could leave, YN invited them to sit with her and spent the rest of the morning eating and chatting with them.

Her favorite color is lavender 💜

Harry is the more clingy of the two! He's always the one who lays himself on top of her when she's about to get out of bed. When they arrive at the stadium he's going to perform at, her hand is constantly intertwined with his. When she's doing some last-minute rehearsals and sound checks, he's sitting at the edge of the room as he watches her work while still giving her her space. Or when she's in her home studio, he insists that she sits in his lap as she works because he's missed her all day, promising that he won't be a distraction to her (even though he totally is). And don't get it twisted, she can be clingy too sometimes; she's just better at hiding it.

Her other good friends that she hangs out with whenever she can are: Abel (the weeknd), Perrie Edwards, and Alisha Davies (an old friend from Doncaster turned choreographer).

oh my gosh where do I even begin?! There's a couple that initially come to mind: Matt Healy, Alex Turner, and Taron Egerton. For some reason, I can hear Matt say in an interview: "YN YLN is totally fit. Yeah, she's a fucking babe she is."

OOO definitely! Fans from both fan bases had speculated that they might have dated in 2017 (they didn't) bc that's when they hung out in public for the first time. Some people still speculate that Abel might have a crush on her til this day.

I'd say they share the teasing role. She throws playful jabs at him left and right, but she's the one who helped coax out that side of him. While they tease one another behind closed doors ALL the time, their favorite time to make fun of each other is at each other's shows.

[artleaguemdcnorth]

DRAWING CLASS MIDTERM ASSIGNMENT STARTS AFTER CLASS TODAY . 10/29/2024

Bring Bristol Paper to class and graphite pencil.

Materials for Midterm, see below:

Choose between buying handmade paper below or using Bristol

Bristol 18 x 24 or

Arches handmade paper , 22x30 , hot press 120lbs.

Graphite pencils ONLY .

Kneaded eraser.

MIDTERM ASSIGNMENT - Review

This assignment is going to take many hours of work beyond class time.

A good assignment starts with a good prop.

I have been trying to instill that idea on all of you since the first day.  

There is no reason to have a pop tart box in your midterm assignment or an olive oil bottle unless you are making a statement about nutrition or genetically modified ingredients in foods.

There are two components to your assignment this time, narrative and technical skills.

Narrative relates to your critical thinking skills and technical relates to your ability to define form through value.

You need to find a lighting condition that can let you express form. Adding a lamp or directional light will help you create a dramatic effect.

You will be using graphite pencils that range in value from HB to B8 .

Using a pencil requires that you use the side on the lead and not the point.

You do not want to scratch the paper , you want to render soft values that are blended as you work.

Smudging the paper is not a solution to developing values.

Value is developed by using various pencil grades.

HB is middle tone.

B1 is lighter than B4 but darker than HB.

I suggest you do some value charts with your pencils on your sketchbook .

Get in the habit of testing your values as you work.

Another tip that I can share, is that you use a tissue paper so that you do not smudge and stain the paper as you work.

This assignment will be graded at 30% of your overall class grade.

It is important that you treat the execution with outmost care.

I  included below an A grade assignment from a previous student for you to consider as you begin your assignment.

You will have time to work on this beginning Thursday 10/31 through Sunday, Nov. 10 at 5 pm,  to complete this assignment.

You will be working on this assignment at home on your own. 

I will give you class time to also work on it.

You will also need to work on this assignment during Thursdays and homework time .

Here is the schedule for working on the Midterm:

Tuesday 10/29 begin working after class

Thursday 10/31 Asynchronous - work remotely

Tuesday 11/5 work remotely (no class)

Thursday 11/7 Asynchronous

Tuesday 11/12, bring the completed assignment for an in class for a critique.

The work by Lorena below took 40 hours to get to that stage of development. You can not work on this assignment for 40 hours at a time.

It will require a slow and methodic engagement of many days and weeks to complete this.

Do not procrastinate, pace yourself, it can be done.

Homework time after class beginning today :

Make sure to post progress on your Tumblr for each day you are working on this assignment.

I want students to show the progress of this assignment from the first day to the last.

Include a photo of your still life reference only on for the first day of this sequence , meaning today.

This is a Midterm Exam grade worth 30% of your overall class grade and you have to do it on your own.

I can not give you suggestions , I have already given you two examples of what an A grade assignment looks like.

This assignment can not look like your class work.

It needs to be superior in quality and content.

I have provided you with tools, artworks, history and other information to assist you in doing a good job.

Now you need to rise to the occasion to meet this challenge.

IMPORTANT NOTES AND TIPS :

1) Unless you are a shoemaker you should not include shoes in your drawing.

2) You should not include objects that are larger than the rest of your objects (footballs, basketballs, guitars, golf bag).

3) Your Still Life needs to be in a proper pedestal , table or platform with a backwall and proper lighting source.

4) I will include a video above of how to make a shadow box to improve your lighting and your imagery.

It is up to you if you want to use it or not.

This is a tool used by artist to create an atmosphere and lighting ambience for drama.

The shadow box can not be included in your drawing is just a tool to help you see shadows and value contrasts.

5) You cannot use charcoal pencils only Graphite Pencils.

6) Your objects cannot float so you must include reference to the horizon line , that is were your platform and the wall meet.

7) There are other students in this class, reach out to them. Feel free to seek peer support from each other back and forth. Share suggestions and photos and process of your work .

Tuesday during class is the day to ask any questions .

Bring all questions at that time.  

Please see student work below:

Excellent Artwork

Good set up but with an unfinished background.

a)

b)

DUE DATE FOR THIS CLASS:

NOVEMBER 12,24 .

BRING WORK TO CLASS FOR AN IN CLASS CRITIQUE

[hypnotisedfireflies]

What’s the funniest/dummest reason Tess or Joel knocked someone out. Like, did Tess ever really like someone’s shoes and Joel did her the favor ha.

Hahaha! Oh anon, you get a little ficlet. 🥰

You Haven't Seen Everything

Winter, 2021

"But getting out of Miami," Axel continued, placing another bag of cocoa on the scales, "that was something else. You ever seen infected on rollerblades? No? You haven't seen everything yet."

"Great, can you just concentrate on the merchandise, please?" Tess gestured to the pile.

"Oh sure, sure. Don't worry, I do this all the time."

Axel, with his shaved skull and toxic green mohawk bristling down the centre, gamely nodded at the scales as he pulled off the Ziploc bag and added it to the pile. He was a new contact. It had been worth travelling to this middling little New Hampshire town to meet him, but Joel was starting to think it wasn't worth the noise.

He leaned up harder against the wall like he could burrow his spine into the plaster and disappear. They were dealing in an old art supplies store, turned over and trashed, the wasted materials swept up against the walls like snowdrifts. Axel had set up a table in the bare centre and was scooping cocoa powder from a massive tin into the little bags, weighing them one by one. Tess sat opposite. Joel could see the patience sapping out of her with every breath Axel took.

But cocoa was a hot, rare property right now. It was the first time it had surfaced in the Boston QZ in years. Certainly not in the eleven since they'd made it home.

"I was hiding out in this Olive Garden? It was right on Miami Beach. All these infected staggering by on wheels. I just know that we got wheeled clickers down there. Board shorts and bikinis. That's something, right? Yeah, I seen some shit down there. I was in this golf club? You know the little carts?"

He looked between a silent Tess and a silent Joel.

"You know the buggies?"

Silence.

"Yeah. So there's these little buggies. You drive around the course on them. Just enough room for you, your buddies, your clubs. Make the caddy walk, though! The caddy, he goes after your balls. Not your actual balls, like your hairy gonads, but your golf balls. They hand you your clubs."

Joel slowly filled up his lungs. Axel slowly filled up the bags and carefully weighed them, one by one.

"I was hiding in this golf club. Beautiful place. Big ocean views. And we went to war, not against the infected, but against the club across the way! You talk about your gang wars, you know, but these rich old guys went to war with each other riding buggies like white Arab chargers. You ever seen old guys in polos whacking each other with putters out the side of a buggy? No? You haven't seen everything yet."

Tess stood up. "That's our cut. You're done?"

"Huh? What? Oh."

Disappointed, Axel watched Tess load her backpack up with the precious bags of cocoa. The trade - FEDRA-grade antiseptic, water purification tablets and a bottle of lube - sat on the edge of the table. Tess reshouldered the pack.

"Thanks. You know the frequency. Buzz us if you get something else interesting."

"Sure, sure. Let me show you out. So after the gold club, I thought that was too much for me, I got on this Greyhound bus. You know all the urban legends about them, right?"

Axel led them down the back, cheerful tongue wagging to the very end. Joel's chest began to lock up and his palms tingled.

"You ever take a Greyhound bus back in the old days? Overnight? Those were wild. You ever see that movie, Midnight Cowboy? Anyway I got on this bus. And you know who was on it? The Army of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You ever seen Mormons fighting the forces of Satan in sunny Tampa? No?"

Tess gave Joel a slight nod.

He grabbed Axel by the scruff of the neck and turned him ninety degrees. He banged his face against the wall, hard and just once. That was all it took. He let go and Axel's unconscious body slid bonelessly to the floor.

"You haven't seen everything yet," Joel muttered.

Tess lifted the bar on the door and they stepped outside into the crisp winter afternoon. They were going to have to book it if they'd make it back to their own Olive Garden before dark.

[travelloverr]

Things to do in North Berwick: A Coastal Gem 

Climb North Berwick Law for Amazing Views:

No visit to North Berwick is complete without ascending the iconic North Berwick Law, a volcanic crag that offers breathtaking panoramic views of the town, the Firth of Forth, and the surrounding countryside. The climb, while challenging, is rewarding, with each step revealing more of the stunning scenery.

Explore the Scottish Seabird Centre:

The Scottish Seabird Centre is a must-visit for bird enthusiasts and families alike. This interactive center provides fascinating insights into the lives of the seabirds that inhabit the Firth of Forth, including puffins, gannets, and guillemots. Visitors can enjoy boat trips to see the birds in their natural habitat, explore engaging exhibits, and learn about conservation efforts.

Relax at East Beach:

East Beach, a long stretch of golden sand, is the perfect place to unwind and soak up the sun. Enjoy a leisurely stroll along the shore, build sandcastles with the kids, or simply relax and enjoy the tranquility of the sea.

Take a Boat Trip to Bass Rock:

Bass Rock, a dramatic sea stack teeming with thousands of nesting gannets, is a truly unforgettable sight. Boat trips offer the opportunity to get up close to these magnificent birds and witness their aerial displays.

Discover Tantallon Castle:

Perched dramatically on a rocky headland, Tantallon Castle is a must-see for history buffs. This 14th-century fortress offers a glimpse into Scotland’s turbulent past, with its impressive ruins and stunning coastal views.

Embark on the John Muir Way Walk:

For those seeking a more active adventure, the John Muir Way offers a scenic walking route that passes through North Berwick. This long-distance trail connects Glasgow to Dunbar, passing through charming villages, rolling hills, and coastal paths.

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Tee Off at North Berwick Golf Club:

North Berwick is a renowned golfing destination, boasting the prestigious North Berwick Golf Club. This challenging and scenic course offers a memorable experience for golfers of all levels.

Explore North Berwick Harbour:

Stroll Through the Local Shops and Cafes:

North Berwick boasts a charming town center with a variety of independent shops, cafes, and restaurants. Browse the local boutiques, enjoy a delicious coffee and pastry, or indulge in a traditional Scottish meal.

Visit the National Museum of Flight:

Located just a short distance from North Berwick, the National Museum of Flight is a fascinating destination for aviation enthusiasts. Explore a vast collection of historic aircraft, including fighter jets, bombers, and helicopters.

Discover Dirleton Castle and Gardens:

A short drive from North Berwick, Dirleton Castle is another impressive medieval fortress worth visiting. Explore the well-preserved ruins and wander through the beautiful surrounding gardens.

Beyond the Highlights:

Catch a live performance: North Berwick hosts various cultural events throughout the year, including live music, theater, and art exhibitions.

Enjoy a picnic: Pack a picnic basket and head to one of the many scenic spots in the area, such as the West Sands or the Gullane Sands.

Go stargazing: With minimal light pollution, North Berwick offers excellent opportunities for stargazing.

Tips for Planning Your Trip:

Best time to visit: The summer months (June-August) offer the warmest weather and the longest daylight hours.

Accommodation: Book your accommodation in advance, especially during peak season.

Transportation: North Berwick is easily accessible by car or public transport.

What to pack: Pack for all types of weather, as the Scottish weather can be unpredictable.

Walking shoes: Comfortable walking shoes are essential for exploring the town and the surrounding areas.

Important FAQs for things to do in North Berwick

Q: What are some popular things to do in North Berwick?

A: Explore the Bass Rock, visit Tantallon Castle, relax on the beach, play golf, hike or bike, visit the Scottish Seabird Centre, explore the town, enjoy local festivals.

Q: When is the best time to visit North Berwick?

A: Summer months (June-August) offer the best weather.

Q: How can I get to North Berwick?

A: By car or public transport.

Q: What should I pack for a trip to North Berwick?

A: Pack for all types of weather, comfortable shoes for walking.

Q: Are there any specific events or festivals in North Berwick?

A: Yes, North Berwick hosts various festivals throughout the year, including the North Berwick Festival.

Q: Is North Berwick suitable for families?

A: Yes, North Berwick offers family-friendly attractions like the Scottish Seabird Centre and East Beach.

[crankcreator]

Exploring Swarland: A Hidden Gem in Northumberland

If you’re looking for a peaceful escape in the heart of Northumberland, Swarland should be on your radar. Tucked away in stunning countryside, this charming village offers a perfect mix of natural beauty, history, and relaxation. Whether you’re planning a weekend retreat or a longer holiday, Swarland is a destination that promises serenity and surprise.

Why Visit Swarland?

Swarland might not be as well-known as other Northumberland spots, but that’s part of its charm. Here’s why it deserves a visit:

Idyllic Setting: Surrounded by lush greenery and rolling hills, Swarland is a haven for nature lovers.

Proximity to Attractions: It’s a short drive from iconic sites like Alnwick Castle, Bamburgh Beach, and Northumberland National Park.

Community Feel: The village exudes warmth with its friendly locals and welcoming vibe.

Things to Do in Swarland 🛶🌳⛳

Explore Swarland Woods Lace up your boots and wander through enchanting woodland trails. Perfect for a morning hike or a leisurely stroll, these paths immerse you in Northumberland’s natural beauty.

Hit the Fairways at Percy Wood Golf Course Golf enthusiasts will love this scenic 18-hole course, offering a mix of challenge and charm. Even if you’re not a golfer, the views are worth a visit!

Wildlife Watching Keep an eye out for deer, foxes, and a variety of bird species. Swarland is a haven for wildlife, and spotting these creatures in their natural habitat is always a delight.

Relax in a Luxury Lodge Many visitors stay in the beautiful lodges and cottages scattered around Swarland. With hot tubs, cozy fireplaces, and tranquil surroundings, it’s the ultimate way to unwind.

Nearby Adventures 🚗📍

Alnwick Castle and Gardens: Just a 15-minute drive away, this famous castle (featured in Harry Potter) and its magical gardens are a must-see.

Cragside Estate: Visit this Victorian marvel, known as the first home in the world lit by hydroelectric power. The grounds are stunning!

Northumberland Coast: From the pristine sands of Bamburgh to the charming harbor of Seahouses, the coastline is spectacular and within easy reach.

Where to Eat 🍴

Nelsons at the Park: A cozy café offering hearty breakfasts, homemade cakes, and delicious lunches.

Nearby Pubs: Venture to nearby villages for traditional Northumbrian pub fare—perfect after a day of exploring.

Tips for Your Visit ✅

Pack for the Outdoors: Swarland is a dream for outdoor enthusiasts, so bring comfortable shoes and weather-appropriate clothing.

Book Accommodation Early: Lodges and cottages in Swarland are popular, especially during peak seasons.

Explore by Car: While the village is walkable, having a car makes it easier to discover nearby attractions.

Why Swarland?

Swarland is the kind of place that makes you slow down, breathe deeply, and appreciate life’s simple pleasures. Whether you’re reconnecting with nature, exploring local history, or just taking a break from the bustle of everyday life, this hidden gem in Northumberland will steal your heart.

Have you been to Swarland or plan to visit? Share your thoughts and travel tips in the comments below!

https://visitorsinformation.co.uk/exploring-swarland-a-hidden-gem-in-northumberland

[today-fashions]

Under armor golf shoes: pay attention to new sneakers this fall; these 15 pairs are worth investing in now!

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Golf Kicks Shark Tank Update – Golf Kicks Net Worth 2024 - An issue that many golfers face is resolved by the company Golfkicks. The traditional golf shoe design and feel are disliked by many golfers. John Krosky and Tyler Stuart made the decision to develop a fix as a result. They created a device known as Golfkicks that enables users to transform any pair of shoes into golf studs. It was an easy yet clever idea. Their goal was to make golfers more at ease and fashionable while playing. In Season 11 they introduced this concept to Shark Tank. The two founders requested $300,000 from the Sharks in return for 8% of their business. The Sharks thought the product had a lot of potential which made this episode more exciting. Will the entrepreneur get a deal on Shark Tank? Check out our Golf Kicks update to find out! Golf Kicks net worth 2024 ...