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Vacationnn - Lucy x Ona

Summary: Lucy wants to go to the Philippines and Ona agrees to go there over Christmas break.

Warnings: this is a fanfiction, this is fake, this is a made up story. A good old smut fic. Fluff. Smut. Minors DNI. Maybe a bit long build up, but i just can't help myself :) Ona being a brat. I repeat long-winded and wordy (the smut too). PART ONE NO SMUT YET BUT PT 2 IS BASICALLY ALL SMUT.

Words: ~4k

Written based on a request from @pinkygirl28 <3.

“Christmas in the Philippines?”

Ona had paused for just a moment when Lucy first suggested it. With both of them balancing their careers, with Ona playing for Barcelona and Lucy for Chelsea, it wasn’t easy to find time together. But she usually visited her family during the holidays. After some consideration she figured she would just do that before and after. A week away with Lucy was too good to pass up on, actually just a week would´ve been enough for her but Lucy really wanted to go to the Philippines, she had wanted it for a while now.

Once they’d booked everything during their next FaceTime call, Ona couldn’t stop thinking about it. The warm sun, the beaches, and most importantly, an entire week alone together. She couldn’t wait.

Finally, December had arrived, and with it, the long-awaited holiday break. Ona still remembered the excitement in their last few calls, packing their suitcases over FaceTime, laughing about how excited they both were for some nice weather, and the late-night conversation the night before they were finally going to see each other again.

The next day, Ona had flown from Spain to England first, meeting Lucy there, from where they boarded their flight to the Philippines.

It had been a while since they’d last seen each other in person, and though it felt bittersweet being in public for their reunion, the privacy of their first-class seats allowed for a few stolen kisses and lingering touches.

The, more then 16-hour flight, had been long but in some way it was nice. They had time to catch up, to talk about everything the other had missed while they weren’t together. They whispered quietly, holding hands around the divider between their seats.

But eventually, fatigue started to set in. Lucy had fallen asleep somewhere over the Pacific, her fingers still intertwined with Ona’s even in her sleep.

Ona, though exhausted, couldn’t seem to settle. She watched a series on her screen, glancing over at Lucy from time to time, smiling softly at how peaceful she looked. It had been a long flight and she felt exhausted, but seeing Lucy so relaxed made her happy anyways.

When they finally landed, the humid warmth of the Philippines wrapped around them like a welcome embrace, a sharp contrast to the biting cold of Europe.

Lucy had taken the lead in collecting their suitcases and getting the two of them to their destination.

They first took a cab to a little harbor, from where they sailed for about thirty minutes and then they had another car waiting for them. This time not a cab, but a car with a staff member from the resort, welcoming them heartily.

Lucy was still focused during the last part of their travels, paying attention to everything that was said and done, though Ona could see the soft glow of affection in her eyes each time she glanced over.

Eventually Ona dozed off against the window, lulled by the steady hum of the car and the hand on her leg that reminded her of Lucy’s presence beside her.

After about forty five minutes later they reached the villa. The sun was high in the sky. The villa was perfect, it was private, serene, tucked between lush greenery and with a glimpse of the ocean in the distance. It was the kind of place that felt like a dream, a perfect escape from the busy lives they led.

Exhaustion from the long journey hit them both as soon as they stepped inside and Lucy suggested for them to take a nap before dinner, knowing Ona hadn’t slept much during the flight.

Ona stifled a yawn and nodded, too tired to even think about anything else. They set their bags down and agreed to set an alarm, just enough time to recharge before the evening but not ruin their sleep for the night.

As they laid down, they instinctively curled against each other, their bodies fitting together as if no time had passed. The rustling of palm trees outside and the gentle hum of the air conditioning added to the peaceful atmosphere. Ona rested her head on Lucy’s chest, breathing in the scent she had missed so much and within minutes, she drifted off.

The alarm went off far too soon for Ona’s liking, she groaned in protest as the piercing sound dragged her from sleep. Face pressed against the pillow, she stubbornly resisted, not ready to leave the comfort of the bed.

Lucy, on the other hand, turned off the alarm with a quick tap and stretched lazily.

When she noticed Ona’s unwillingness to move, a chuckle escaped her lips. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around her grumpy girlfriend, pulling her close.

Without warning, Lucy launched a playful attack, peppering Ona’s face with kisses, on her forehead, cheeks, nose, anywhere she could reach.

When Ona didn’t budge she placed some kisses in her neck, whispering in her ear. "It’s alright, bebe. We’ll grab dinner and then you can crawl right back into bed."

"I don’t want dinner," Ona murmured, fighting to free herself from Lucy’s antics.

Lucy chuckled. "Ah come on babe, remember that we’ve got Christmas with 25-degree weather while everyone back home are freezing their tits off, especially in England." She chuckled in Ona’s ear, still tightly holding her close. Acting as if Ona’s squirming wasn’t happening.

Her light tone, combined with the reminder of their tropical paradise, tugged a reluctant smile from Ona’s lips. As much as she wanted to stay in bed forever, Lucy made her give in, even if it was begrudgingly.

"Alright," she grumbled, turning around and weakly pushing Lucy away, though there was a spark of happiness back in her voice. ‘’Let’s go then.’’

Their first evening was peaceful. After a simple yet delicious dinner at a local restaurant, Ona's fatigue won out. She was practically begging Lucy to go back to their villa and come to bed early with her.

"Please, Luce," Ona murmured, when they barely stepped foot back in the house. ‘’Can you come to bed too?’’

Lucy was not really one to go to sleep early, but she agreed and followed her girlfriend into the bedroom anyways, because nights together where sacred now that they lived apart.

After getting ready for the night they got in bed and Ona settled on top of her, falling asleep almost instantly with her head nestled on Lucy’s chest.

Lucy felt contend, holding her girlfriend close with one arm tracing slow, soothing patterns across Ona’s back. She stayed awake a bit longer, scrolling through her phone with the other hand, but her attention was mostly on the weight of Ona resting peacefully against her.

It wasn’t long before Lucy also fell asleep, lulled by the steady rhythm of Ona’s breathing and maybe because she was secretly pretty tired from the trip too.

The next morning, Ona stirred first, woken up by the shadows that disrupted the sun shining directly in her face. She was blinking groggily as she sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard.

She watched as a worker in a neat blouse and apron quietly entered their little private garden outside.

The worker placed a basket on the table without so much as glancing toward the bedroom, respectful of their privacy. But Ona made a mental note to close the curtains next time, they had forgotten to close them last night.

Next to her, Lucy began to stir now too. With a sleepy groan, she reached out instinctively, looking for Ona in her half awake state. Her hand found Ona’s legs instead, and Lucy clumsily bumped her head against Ona's hip.

"Oh," Lucy mumbled, half-asleep, but when she realized what had happened, she laughed softly and kissed Ona’s leg instead of the face she had expected.

"Good morning," Ona chuckled, watching as Lucy rolled back and stretched languidly across the bed, her long limbs sprawled out.

"Good morning," Lucy replied, her voice husky with sleep, a smile spreading across her face as she blinked up at Ona. "Did you sleep well?"

Ona reached out to gently brush Lucy's hair from her face, her fingers grazing her forehead. "Mhm, did you?"

"Yeah, slept like a log," Lucy said with a smile. "Have you been awake for long?"

"No, I just woke up," Ona said, glancing toward the garden. "Saw them deliver breakfast a few minutes ago."

At the mention of food, Lucy sat up, her expression lighting up. "Mmm, breakfast," she hummed, stretching again. Ona couldn’t help but laugh at how predictable Lucy was when it came to food.

"I'm curious what breakfast here is like," Ona said, "in the Philippines."

Lucy rolled out of bed, her energy already returning at the thought of food. "Well, let’s find out," she replied, flashing Ona a bright, eager grin.

The villa was perfect, but their little outdoor area might have been even better. A private pool glistening under the morning sun, there was an outdoor shower, sunbeds, and a small table with two chairs. Tall walls and greenery surrounded the space around them, creating a cocoon of privacy.

Even though the resort was already tucked away, with just a couple villas spread out across a big private piece of land, the seclusion of this space made it feel especially intimate. It made it seem like the rest of the world was far, far away.

The air outside was already warm and welcoming as they sat down to breakfast, the soft sounds of nature around them. It truly felt like vacation.

Unlike their usual vacations full of activities like cooking classes or tours, this trip was different. It was meant for relaxation. They had only planned dinners, with a special one on Christmas Day.

They had planned this to be a ‘chill by the pool’ type of vacation. Though knowing them, a bit of adventure, a hike or maybe kayaking, probably would sneak in at some point. But relaxation was the goal.

Lucy took the lead and unpacked the breakfast basket. "Uff, this looks amazing," she said, laying out fried rice, eggs, fresh mango, and a variety of other dishes. She set the empty basket aside and sat down.

Ona nodded in agreement. They’d pulled their chairs close together, but as Lucy glanced over at Ona next to her, she wanted her even closer. She reached out, tracing fingers gently along her back as Ona was adding pieces of fruit to both their plates.

With a piece of mango on her fork, Ona turned to Lucy and fed her, watching as Lucy happily accepted the bite. Ona took a piece herself, humming in delight at the sweet taste of the mango.

Lucy looked at her adoringly. "D'you want to sit on my lap?" she asked, chuckling at herself for her silly question.

Ona raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. "Now?"

Lucy nodded. "If you want..."

Ona chuckled. "Is someone feeling a little clingy?"

"Mhm," Lucy admitted without hesitation. "I’ve missed you."

Ona’s teasing attitude shifted to tenderness, her gaze softening. "Aww Luce" She set down her fork and, without hesitation, climbed onto Lucy's lap, facing her.

Lucy welcomed her with open arms, her hands instinctively resting on Ona’s ass. "Hmm, perfect," she said with a grin. "But wouldn’t it be easier the other way around?"

"I’ll turn around in a bit," Ona whispered.

"But first?" Lucy asked, smiling cheekily, seeing Ona eying her lips.

"First, a kiss." Ona leaned in with a smile. "I’ve missed you too."

Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss. It wasn’t rushed. Both of them savoring the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, Lucy rested her forehead against Ona’s, smiling.

"I love you," Ona whispered, her fingers lightly brushing Lucy’s jawline.

"I love you too," Lucy murmured back, her hands comfortably settled on Ona’s hips. "I’m so happy we have some time together."

‘’Mhm, me too.’’ Ona smiled and gave her another quick kiss before sliding off Lucy’s lap, and sitting back down, now facing the breakfast. She shifted to sit sideways so Lucy could reach her food as well.

They happily ate their breakfast, taking in the scenery around them.

As Ona put another piece of fruit into her mouth, she glanced over at the pool, then beyond it, to where she could hear the faint sound of waves coming from and saw bright blue water and white sand.

"What do you think about going to the beach after breakfast?" Ona asked. "It’s so close. Do you think we are aloud to swim there?"

Lucy nodded eagerly between bites. ‘’Mhm, you can swim there, it’s part of the resort."

‘’You want to go?’’

‘’Yeah, sounds good.’’

Ona leaned back against Lucy, smiling. "It feels good to have days without plans for a change."

"Yeah," Lucy agreed, pressing a soft kiss to Ona’s temple. Lucy hummed as she lingered, placing soft kiss after soft kiss to the soft skin of her adorable girlfriends face. "I can’t wait to see you in those bikinis you packed," she murmured with a grin.

Ona turned her head and leaned in, smiling. Her hands moving up to cradle Lucy’s head as their lips met.

Her fingers slipped into the loose strands beneath Lucy’s bun, and with a small shift on Lucy´s lap, she deepened the kiss. Desire stirred inside her as she felt Lucy’s hands roaming her body, reminding her just how long it had been since they’d been close like this.

"You know," Lucy mumbled against her lips, "if we keep this up, we’ll never make it to the beach."

Ona pulled back slightly, biting her lip as she eyed Lucy´s lips when she spoke. "Maybe that’s not such a bad thing."

Lucy chuckled but leaned back in her chair, tilting her head. "Didn’t you want to go to the beach?"

Instead of voicing the desire stirring in her mind, Ona decided she’d rather make Lucy feel the same, she wanted Lucy to want her too. With a mischievous smile, she kissed Lucy once more before pulling back and turning her attention to breakfast. "Yeah, mhm" she said casually, as if nothing had changed. ‘’I want to go the beach..’’

To Ona’s frustration, Lucy seemed to not pick up on how she felt. She almost seemed unbothered, calmly continuing her meal as though nothing had changed. Pressing a kiss to Ona’s shoulder every now then.

Once they’d finished eating, they cleaned up the table together and putt everything back into the basket. As Ona fastened the leather clasps, the soft morning sun bathed her in a golden glow, and Lucy paused to take it in, admiration flickering in her eyes.

Ona noticed and playfully raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing," Lucy said softly. "Just… that you’re gorgeous."

Ona rolled her eyes with a grin, she couldn’t hide how much she loved the compliment. She liked to hear Lucy still found her pretty.

She walked back inside, Lucy following close behind, as they made their way to the bedroom to get ready for the beach.

Lucy opened her suitcase, already knowing what she wanted to wear. She quickly laid her chosen bikini on the bed and started undressing, slipping out of the boxers and sports bra she had slept in.

But Ona had other plans. She grabbed her own clothes from her suitcase and headed toward the bathroom. Getting dressed there to keep Lucy from seeing her bikini just yet.

Lucy was too focused on getting dressed to notice Ona slipping into the bathroom. She was just done putting her clothes on when Ona reappeared, now dressed in loose shorts and a cropped top that showed off a hint of her toned stomach.

"Huh, did you change in the bathroom?" Lucy asked, visibly confused, glancing over to her girlfriend.

"Yeah," Ona replied casually, running a hand through her hair. "I wanted to see how my bikini looked, so I needed the mirror."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, a playful smile forming on her lips. "You could’ve asked me," she teased, stepping closer with a smirk. Wrapping her arms around Ona’s waist, she gave a cheeky squeeze to Ona’s ass, pulling her closer. "If you want, I can do a final check." Her hand slipped under Ona’s shirt, fingers grazing her skin.

Ona smiled. "You’ll see it at the beach," she teased, gently removing Lucy’s hand from under her shirt.

"Mm, okay," Lucy murmured, leaning in for a kiss, but Ona dodged it with a mischievous grin, leaving Lucy hanging.

Lucy huffed in mock frustration, "What’s that for? Can’t I get a kiss?"

"Nope," Ona smirked, playing with Lucy’s fingers. "Maybe later, when you behave better. For now, let’s get our stuff so we can go."

Lucy stared at her, mouth slightly open in disbelief. "Behave better?"

"Mhm," Ona chuckled, planting a soft kiss on Lucy’s cheek. "Like helping me pack, for starters."

With a playful roll of her eyes, Lucy followed Ona’s lead, moving around the room to gather what they needed for the beach. Ona grabbed their tote bag, packing towels, sunglasses, and a few snacks that where left over from the flight. Lucy added a bottle of water and found the sunscreen.

Sliding up behind Ona, Lucy let her fingers trace lightly over Ona’s exposed abs, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. "How about I put on some sunscreen? Protecting you is good behavior, no?"

Ona laughed softly, shaking her head. "You can do it at the beach," she said, her tone firm but teasing as she pulled Lucy’s hands away.

‘’But.. why?’’ Lucy frowned, ‘’is something wrong? I.. what did you mean with behave better? Where you for real? Did I mess something up?’’

Ona didn’t respond right away, she just turned away with a cheeky smile, her eyes beaming with mischief she couldn’t hide.

It wasn’t until Lucy caught the look on Ona’s face, that the realization hit.

Ona was teasing her, she was playing a game. She’d been enjoying it all along. An amused grin spread across Lucy’s face as she realized she’d walked right into it.

Lucy’s eyes narrowed, studying Ona as she casually continued packing the bag, pretending to be innocent.

Biting her lip, Lucy couldn’t help but think about how she was going to handle her girlfriend, who had clearly woken up feeling like a bit of a brat today.

"Alright," Lucy finally said, still thoughtful but her voice lighter now. She watched Ona carefully, slinging the tote bag over her shoulder. The playful gleam in Ona’s eyes confirmed what she already knew. The game was on.

"Let me hold that for you, babe," Lucy offered with a grin.

Ona raised an eyebrow in playful suspicion, but handed over the bag anyway. She knew Lucy had caught on now.

As they headed out, the warmth of the sun greeted them, and the tension between them hung in the air. Walking hand in hand, Ona glanced at Lucy from time to time, noticing her being in her thoughts. But the gentle brush of Lucy’s thumb over hers let Ona know she was contend.

When they arrived at the beach, Lucy and Ona naturally gravitated toward the sunbeds positioned farthest from the others, preferring the bit of privacy it offered.

Lucy immediately pulled off her shirt, revealing her toned body in a way that Ona couldn’t help but roll her eyes at. She knew Lucy well enough to recognize when she was flexing her abs.

After putting her shirt and the bag down, Lucy unrolled the parasol between the beds, securing it in place with ease. Then, after that, she turned to Ona, sunscreen in hand.

"Are you finally ready for me to apply this now that we’re officially on the beach?" Lucy asked, wiggling the bottle playfully.

Ona rolled her eyes dramatically, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Yes," she said, peeling off her clothes and tossing them onto the bed. Underneath, she was wearing a sleek bikini that hugged her curves just right.

Lucy’s eyes travelled along the freckled skin before she squeezed some sunscreen into her hands.

She started slowly, spreading the cool lotion over Ona’s shoulders and back, her fingers lingering a little too long in certain spots. "Mm, this bikini really looks incredible on you," she murmured as her hands slid down Ona’s arms.

Ona didn’t respond, enjoying the feeling of Lucy’s touch.

Lucy’s fingers grazed the edge of Ona’s bikini top, her lips brushing close as she murmured, "you prefer to go without this, right?" Her voice was teasing, just above a whisper, with a hint of a smirk.

Ona glanced around. Though the beach wasn’t packed, there were still a few couples lounging nearby, and the staff moving about were all fully clothed. She rolled her eyes again, this time at Lucy’s suggestion. "Yeah but it’s not the place or time for that, now" she replied.

Lucy pouted playfully. "Want to head back and sunbathe by our pool, then?"

Ona arched an eyebrow, chuckling. "You just said you liked my bikini and now you want it off." She tutted with disproval.

Lucy grinned, leaning down to kiss her, the kind of kiss that made it clear she wasn’t going to give up easily. But before she could push her luck any further, Ona took the sunscreen from her hand and, with a chuckle, ordered, "Come, take your pants off."

Lucy grinned. "For you? Always," she teased, chuckling about herself as she quickly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them off.

Shaking her head, Ona began rubbing sunscreen onto her silly girlfriend's back.

Her silly, but undeniably hot girlfriend she thought. She bit her lip as her fingers glided over Lucy's skin, feeling the firm muscles beneath her hands, every touch making it harder to stay focused.

Lingering here and there, she eventually was done and noticed Lucy was looking at her with a smirk, if she hadn’t so distracted she might’ve be annoyed by it, but it was only fair. She leaned over to the bag and put the sunscreen back.

With the sunscreen now applied, they both laid down to let it absorb into their skin.

Lucy quickly grew bored, it was hard for her to sit still. She glanced at Ona, who was lounging seemingly relaxed and unbothered.

"I’m going to grab us some drinks," Lucy announced, getting up and heading over to the beach bar.

Ona nodded and called after Lucy about the cocktail she wanted. She watched through her sunglasses, taking in how stunning Lucy looked in her bikini. Her gaze roamed over Lucy's toned legs and the way her sinfully good ass looked as she walked. It was a good thing Ona was wearing shades, hiding her eyes as she admired her girlfriend from afar.

Ona looked back at the water again, taking in the idyllic scenery.

After a while she noticed Lucy’s laughter in the distance. She looked to the bar and watched as she exchanged playful banter with the staff. Lucy's easygoing charm was infectious, and Ona couldn't help but smile at how effortlessly she drew people in. The staff members were clearly enjoying her company.

As Lucy was finally turning around and heading back to the beds Ona notices how the staff’s eyes followed Lucy as she walked, her athletic frame clearly drawing attention. She smirked knowing it was all hers to enjoy.

When Lucy was back, carrying two cocktails, Ona sat up. Lucy leaned down to hand her the drink, and she took it from her with a kiss in return.

They sat sipping their drinks, but Lucy’s energy hadn’t settled. Finishing her cocktail in record time, she stood up, stretching.

"I’m going swimming, see if the temperature is nice. I think it is, cus there’s a few people in, hm" she said, standing next to the bed digging her toes in the sand. ‘’I guess you don’t want to swim yet?’’

“Mhm,” Ona replied, taking another sip of her drink. She was perfectly comfortable, her head resting in the shade while the sun warmed her body.

“Alright, we can go together later.” Lucy said with a smile before heading toward the water.

“Mhm, later,” Ona hummed back, watching Lucy as she made her way to the ocean. Lucy stepped into the water without hesitation, clearly unfazed by the cold.

Ona settled back into her spot, soaking in the sun and enjoying the view of Lucy swimming through the clear, sparkling bright water.

After a while, Lucy noticed Ona was watching her and decided to put on a bit of a show.

She tossed her wet hair back as she emerged from the water, walking toward Ona with her abs flexed just a little harder than usual.

As she reached Ona, she leaned purposefully over her, letting droplets of water fall onto her girlfriend. She pretended to rummage through the bag.

Ona rolled her eyes, but the playful glint in her gaze gave her away. Unable to resist, she cupped the back of Lucy’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Lucy grinned into it, satisfied that her teasing had finally worn her down.

When the kiss eventually broke, Lucy smirked. "Mm, that was nice."

"Whatever," Ona muttered, but her flushed cheeks told a different story.

"Come swim with me, the water is nice" Lucy urged, still dripping water. "and tanning goes faster in the water anyways."

Ona chuckled, shaking her head as she looked up at Lucy. "You´re dying for me to swim with you, aren’t you?"

Lucy nodded, reaching out her hand. "Mhm.’’ She smiled her brightest smile. ‘´So can you please please please come with me."

With a playful sigh, Ona gave in, taking Lucy’s hand to let her pull her up before they walked together towards the water.

The ocean was cool against their skin, but it wasn’t long before Lucy’s hands found their way to Ona’s waist, pulling her close offering her some warmth.

Lucy’s body warmth against her in the cool water made Ona shiver slightly, and soon they were chest-to-chest, drifting closer as Lucy leaned in to kiss her.

What started soft quickly turned heated, Lucy’s hands slipping down to grab Ona’s ass, pulling her in tighter. Ona couldn’t help the surge of warmth that spread through her, the feel of Lucy’s strong grip making her head spin. But as much as she loved it, she couldn’t shake the awareness of being so exposed, swimming right in front of the sunbeds.

Reluctantly, Ona pulled back, breathless, her heart racing. "Babe," she murmured, glancing toward the beach. "We’re right infront of people."

Lucy pouted slightly, but her grip loosened. ‘’Mm sorry I got carried away,’’ she said, her voice a little lower, filled with disappointment. "But you’re right."

Not long later they got out of the water again. The swimming not interesting them both in the least.

As they toweled off, Ona caught Lucy’s eye. "Maybe we can walk a bit? I think there’s a smaller beach around that bend, maybe it’s a bit more secluded," she added.

Lucy’s expression lit up. She grinned. "Mm sure, you lead the way."

Grabbing the tote bag with their phones. They slipped their sunglasses back on and began walking hand in hand along the shore.

As they rounded the corner, disappearing from view of the other beachgoers, Ona abruptly stopped, tugging Lucy toward her and crashing their lips together in a heated kiss.

Lucy blinked in surprise, not expecting the sudden intensity. When Ona pulled away after only a few seconds, Lucy chuckled. "You were waiting for that, weren’t you?" she asked, her voice low and breathless.

Ona didn’t answer, she just grabbed Lucy by the waist, pulling her back in, her lips hungrily finding Lucy’s once more. Her hand slid to Lucy’s abs, feeling the hard, toned muscle beneath her palm.

The feeling of Lucy’s body against hers sent a surge of heat rushing through her, making her head swim. Ona's breath hitched, her mind going completely blank as the kiss deepened, her lips parting with a soft moan when Lucy pressed herself against her.

Lucy, sensing the tension rise between them again, grinned against Ona’s mouth. Her hands moved to grip Ona’s ass, squeezing firmly before lifting her effortlessly off the sand. Ona gasped as Lucy backed her up against a nearby palm tree, her legs instinctively wrapping around Lucy’s waist. The tote bag slid from Lucy’s shoulder, landing in the sand, but neither of them cared.

Lucy’s focus was entirely on the woman in her arms, the soft, desperate sounds escaping Ona’s lips driving her wild.

Ona’s hands slid up Lucy’s sides, slipping beneath her bikini top, her fingers brushing over sensitive skin. Her thumbs circling her nipples. It made Lucy shiver, her breath catching as the kiss grew even more heated.

"Babe..." Lucy murmured, barely managing to pull away enough to speak. She chuckled softly, her lips brushing against Ona’s. "We can’t do this out here-"

Ona groaned in frustration, pressing her forehead against Lucy’s, her body still trembling with need. "Then we should head back to the villa," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, ‘’now’’.

They both took a deep breath, laughing breathily as they looked at each other, still flushed and full of tension. Gently Lucy put Ona back on the floor and took the bag from the sand.

Hands interlinked, they walked back to their sunbeds, trying to act casual as they gathered their towels, clothes and slippers. The empty glasses had already been cleared away.

With one last desperate glance at each other, they headed back to the villa.

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Part 2 :)

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cohenhyy · 4 months ago

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Adopting Whore Woman : ̗̀➛ H. Rindou

summary: That night the whole life of y/n became miserable his client Kyoko offered to become the nanny of his daughter but when she arrived at the club she saw Rindou Haitani the handsome and rude jellyfish who shamelessly kissed her in front of many people.

CONTENT WARNING: noncon, possessiveness, humiliation, object penetration, cursing, mention of blood, crimes, death, mention of illegal gambling, virginity loss, cheating, explicit sexual content, detailed smut, traumatic events, fully angst, threesome (?), dark themes. This is a warning for each chapter of this story. MINOR DNI.

Chapter 3

7 PM "Y/n you are going to work?" I nod. "Yes, Rin for my family in the Philippines." "Okay, btw I have to go take care always darling mwuah." He kissed me in the forehead. "Why? I blushed! No, i don't like him! This is my job." The Bar Club "Sir? What's your drink?" And I'm shocked it's him! Sanzu Haruchiyo but I call him as "HARU" kinda cute. "H-haru?" He laughed and smirked. "Ow, Why are you here? For a job or to have sex with another guy for tuition fee haha." I feel annoyed. "I don't care loser! hahaha, your cock is smaller than Rindou!" He rolled his eyes and he stand up in the table. "Madam this girl i want her how much her?" My madam said. "Sir but this girl is singer in my club not a whore but how much?" I was shocked when madam she said that. "Hmm.. 4,000 yen?" My madam so happy for 4000 yen. "What ever i don't like him, he is loser!" He Whisper. "I'll show you my big dick." I laughed. "Are sure?what a stupid." They were about to Sanzu's Luxury Car. She was surprised when she saw Rindou with another woman on Lamborghini Car.

Rindou looked at Y/n because he saw her. Sanzu put Y/ n in his car and y/n asked where they were going, he replied that in Tokyo, Japan, they were there in Sanzu's penthouse for the whole night. "Baby, can you come with me to take a shower?" I nod. "Sure." Sanzu and Y/n got ready while wearing sleeping clothes, while they were in the shower, Sanzu first told Y/n to go to the bathtub and sit with him. at first the two were still feeling until Y/n fell asleep on Sanzu's chest. Sanzu looked at Y/n he was amazed because the nice shape of her breast and his a bit fat but Y/n was beautiful, Sanzu's type until. He whispered. "Are you ready or not?" "Can we just continue to the Master Bedroom?" He nod. "Sure baby I want to show you why i'm a king of crying girls." I laughed. "I don't care.""I'm sure you can't walk properly tomorrow i'm sure." As they walked up the stairs, Sanzu couldn't stop. He immediately lifted Y/n to the master bedroom and threw it and climbed up as if Sanzu was at the top and Y/n was at the bottom. "When I first saw you I wanted to fuck you, this night im feeling bless." I asked him why he wanted to fuck me. "You are beautiful." "Are you sure Haru?" He said. "I'm sure baby." Y/N POV: When he first kissed me on the lips go to my neck and down to my waist, I was immediately shaking just kissing what Sanzu did to me, he was different from Rin, he was even better, while he deeply kissed me his hand is in my pussy he wants to play with and he rotates his finger on my pussy wft I'm wet. When I came out, Sanzu licked my pussy. he played with his tongue my pussy up and down I'm very tired because of the excessive lust. He's even better than Rindou. When he finished playing with my pussy, Sanzu stood up. "Baby, Put your toe on my shoulder, Promise I'll be gentle." I nod. "What f*cking a big-" I screamed because Sanzu was when he inserted his cock in my pussy and I have a bad feeling that I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

"You said that you wouldn't be surprised by the school because of the pain and then I scratched you." He laughed. "Sorry baby, Does it still hurt? If I continue, it won't hurt anymore." I nod. "I'm ready now Haru."While he was taking his cock out of my pussy, it was very painful because his cock was so big that it was even bigger than Rindou's cock. I screamed every time his cock came in because it was so big that I hugged him and said the word "I love you." "I can't hear you baby, what did you say?" I screamed again. "I love you! A-hh I-im c-comi-ng b-baby! O-hh... A~aahh ouch f*ck my pussy it's hurts..Stop it a~hhh shi~t A~hhh baby...I like you Haru." He smiles. "Hmm... You like me?but your boyfriend is Rindou not me." He continues to fuck me. "I'm cumming Y/n say AHHHHH." I immediately gasped when Sanzu said that. He swallowed his semen on me and it was disgusting but it was necessary because it was my job to make my client happy."f*ck baby you're good enough i hope you are my girlfriend." He smiles and he kiss me on my lips. "But i'm worry about me, what if he torturing me or try to kill me? I feel nervous." He smile again. "No one can hurt you." I smile. I don't know why I feel this way about Sanzu, He's so kind to me he even managed to make me happy tonight. We fell asleep of course we were both naked and the next day I woke up but Haru was no longer beside me I couldn't walk properly I sat on the sofa and I saw Sanzu wearing only a shirt and boxer shorts while preparing breakfast. "Oh, you are awake. here breakfast its almost done." I immediately sat down and stood next to him, I couldn't focus on my food but i look at his lips I was just surprised that I kissed him on the lips. "Why did you kiss me, we haven't finished eating yet." This is embarrassing ever in my life. "hahaha bleh, Are you going to school now?""Yep, So I'm coming in because we have a group research project, I hope we can be a group mate." He kissed me again on my forehead and i smiles and the breakfast was resumed.

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bfpnola · 2 years ago

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Hey. It's @reaux07. If you remember my last angry history rant on Paul Robeson, I'm back for Part 2. This time? King Leopold II and his relationship to the Congo. I just finished writing a 5-page, single-spaced essay on this for class, so I'll do my best to summarize in bullet points this time rather than chunky paragraphs. This will still be long though, as a warning, but it's a necessary read. Please let me get through this, because y'all know this hurts to write.

Trigger warnings for... just about everything typically associated with mass colonization (e.g. rape, murder, torture, etc.). Tiktok below as a brief introduction first:

King Leopold II of Belgium, due to his personal unpopularity and lack of love from his parents, had low self-esteem. As his father had already made 50 attempts to colonize foreign lands to no avail, Leopold felt the only way to uplift both himself and his country was to take take control of his own colony.

He checked Sarawak, the New Hebrides, the Fiji Islands, and the Philippines. Nothing. But what was left? The Congo.

How did he learn of the Congo? Leopold hired Henry Morton Stanley, a famous Welsh explorer of the time, to cross Africa from east to west, walking and canoeing 7,000 miles.

Upon the Congo's discovery, Leopold turned his palace into a luxury hotel for the delegates of a new conference to discuss Africa's colonization, supervising every detail. He successfully lied to the major powers of Europe, making claims of charitable and philanthropic aims, and that there would be free trade amongst the African colonies. (And yes, he did give every single attendee a painting of his face... Because he could.)

Meanwhile, back in the Congo, Stanley (the explorer I just mentioned) used bribes and trickery to provide official treaties with the various chiefs of the land in case Leopold ever needed legal proof of land ownership. (Ex of said trickery: One report noted that a village assumed "the white man controlled the sun.")

In 1891 and 1892, Leopold released decrees stating that both vacant land and produce of the forests exclusively belonged to Belgium and that natives could only harvest for the state.

Enforcing Leopold’s rule were 16,000 Africans equipped with modern Belgian-made automatic rifles.

Outing Attempt #1: One African American man, George Washington Williams, during his trip compiled a report to be sent to the American secretary of state. In this letter, Williams remembers bets being taken on who could shoot the native people in the head first, among other instances of vile treatment. While the document never made it back to Williams’ home country, it was eventually found in Europe where he later died.

By this point, the Congo was actually ruining Leopold’s finances and he was growing desperate. But to his surprise, he happened to pick the one spot where rubber grew in abundance, just as the demand for cars and bicycles rose internationally, John Dunlop, a Scottish veteran, having just invented the first pneumatic tire.

Because of this, rubber-prominent areas were the targets of mass exploitation and punishment if daily and weekly rubber quotas were not met.

Missionaries began to write not just to one another, but back home in disgust of these aforementioned “punishments,” one man’s writings put in missionary magazines and national newspapers in Europe. These punishments included rape, tying people up to trees, cutting off men's heads and genitals to be displayed along the fences of Congolese villages, cutting women’s breasts off, and most notably...

Attempt #2: The world, if only momentarily, saw BASKETS after BASKETS of right hands that had been cut off as proof that each of the cartridges given to the Africans had been fired and killed one of their own people. These hands were then smoked for preservation and brought back to their officers.

What did Leopold do once this information came out alongside photos of child mutilation? Acknowledge the abuses and moved on almost immediately.

In Europe, the rubber was processed in a city called Antwerp, ironically named after a mythological giant who also cut off hands. To this day, the connection between such a name and Belgian history has not been made by the general public as countless documents by the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs are kept secret to maintain an image of untouched royalty.

One commissioner in charge of a district in Congo, Leon Fievez, produced one ton of rubber a day, boasting of 1,000 people killed, 162 villages destroyed, burning gardens and plantations so people would starve, and having “only” used 3,000 cartridges. He was nicknamed the “Devil of the Equator” and rightly so.

Attempt #3: One day, a man named Charles Stokes, a British trader working for the Germans, entered the picture. Stokes was arrested for trading in state territory, despite those former claims of free trade, and sentenced to death. Leopold was forced to pay compensation to both Britain and Germany for his death, both countries now increasingly aware of the Congo’s dark reality.

To cover it up, Leopold made claims of the Congo opening up to new companies. Let's be real: His men were on the boards of all these new companies and he took 50% of the profits.

In particular were these "concession companies" where the "hostage system" was set up. Agencies, with official hostage licenses authorizing such, would take the wives of rubber collectors for up to 15 days until the quota was met.

On the 15th day, the men of the Congo either got their wives back or faced further punishment, often death. For the agents, the 15th day meant it was time to calculate commissions, and for the king? It was proof that this new hostage system worked.

These abusive concession companies lasted over 10 years until formal competition arose in South America and Asia.

Attempt #4: Then came Edmund Dene Morel, a half-French, self-taught shipping clerk turned investigative journalist who wrote in The Speaker of the abuses faced by the Congolese, backed up by evidence, not just speculations.

Due to Morel’s growing specialization in West African affairs, he was able to not only send out 15,000 brochures and 3,700 letters in six months after his move to Wales, but start his own newspaper, West African Mail.

By 1903, Roger Casement, an ally to Morel’s cause, spent two months traveling the upper Congo, recording African testimonies. He, too, realized that missionaries were key witnesses and went to visit Joseph Clark (a missionary of 20 years) for 17 days.

Through these reports, which grew to 50 pages in length, Casement and Morel were able to solidify Belgium as perpetuating the worst colonial system Africa had ever known. Punishments included Africans performing public incest for the colonists' entertainment, decapitation, women being stabbed with wooden spikes up their vaginas, and one woman tied up to a tree and slashed straight in half from her left shoulder through her abdomen and out the other side.

The West African Mail even reported on a part of Congo no one knew existed, private property within private property called the “Crown Domain” on the other side of Lake Tumba, which gained 231 million euros alone, all sent directly to King Leopold II. Crown Domain was 10x 5)3 size of Belgium.

Founded by Morel, Liverpool became the headquarters of a coalition called the Congo Reform Association. He also published a book called Red Rubber (1906). I think you’ll find the cover particularly striking! Check out the hand in the bottom right corner being weighed against King Leopold II on the left.

Leopold obviously not having this, commissioned a number of books and monthly magazines to clear up the mess. This didn't work. Obviously.

He even tried to send his own international commission to control what the Congolese said in 1904, to no avail. This was due to a missionary named John Harris who had taken the accounts of various people in the area and sent them back to Morel.

In one particularly heartbreaking moment, a chief brought to Leopold’s judges 110 twigs for each of the entire villages, not just people, killed by the Belgian state, naming every last one.

By the time they returned to Europe, the governor-general committed suicide and, upon being asked, Harris suggested Leopold should be sent to the gallows by the relatively new International Court of Justice.

The commission's report vindicated Casement and Morel. Leopold had tricked no one. EVERYONE in Belgium was calling him out.

Leopold ordered all of the Congo State Records to be burned.

In 1908, the Congo became a Belgian colony, not longer Leopold’s personal property. The state still made claims of "civilizing" the Africans after Leopold's death though, utilizing the leftover mineral exploitation industry with no guilt.

At least during his funeral, which he was denied of having privately, the entire city booed his body <3 well deserved. By this point, he had become Europe’s most hated man of the time.

And in case you were wondering, Casement and Morel were both accused to pro-German sympathies during WWI and executed.

I would like to add more detail but I think I’ve hit a character limit. Just know that Congo’s population was cut in HALF, in some places as much as 60-90%. Villages after villages were burned, as shown through so many soldiers’ and missionaries’ journals. This was a genocide of over 10 MILLION PEOPLE y’all. Hearing this story was truly SICKENING, but here’s the BBC 4 documentary we watched for class for more: Congo: White King, Red Rubber, and Black Death.

What truly gets me is just how OTHER colonizers were calling this man out after finding out the full truth… For me, that feels like extra proof of how truly messed up this was if THEY were disturbed too.

And what feels truly insidious was how Leopold made sure to institutionalize all of his wrongdoings and was so… obviously knowing about every wrongdoing, I mean writing in letters to make sure no one else found out. Please…

Linking my angry history rant on Paul Robeson from last semester here.

Happy Black History Month.

#belgium #king leopold ii #democratic republic of congo #history #black history month #colonialism #tw genocide #tw rape #tw torture #tw massacre #the congo #tw incest #resources #bipoc #undescribed #reaux speaks #black lives matter

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tubborucho · 28 days ago

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I used to have a friend from Philippines that was writing a fix and asked me for how long the characters would get stuck in a house because of the ice on the roads.

Genuinely did not comprehend what she was even trying to ask for good 4 minutes. Before comprehending and breaking it to her that they would not in fact be stuck in their house because the ice on the roads (which is, though, can be dangerous and cities usually try to deal with, is a pretty regular occurrence).

Also needed to explain her the concept of winter car tires.

Now when I look at the snow and ice outside sometimes I think of her.

#liss writes posts

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autisticempathydaemon · 6 months ago

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𝓖𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝔂,

this is for the redacted boy matchups!!

UHMMM my name’s amber, im a cat person i love cars and i have unnecessary beef with Lasko just cuz he reminds me so much of myself

I was born and raised in the Philippines ^_^, i speak 3 languages currently

this is such a halfassed introduction im so sorry SO HAPPY TO BE HEREE ok

1. What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

- Just the entirety of ‘A letter to my 13 yr old self’ by laufey but instead it’s dedicated to my friends

“Baby, know that

You’ll grow up and grow so touch and charming

Write your stories, fall in love a little too

The things you thought you’d never do”

- Every time I listen to this, I always think of them and what they’ve confided in me with, I grieve with them and just wish I could have been there to shield them from it :3

2. Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

- When it comes to longggg video essays , I usually lean towards topics that I’m already fond/familiar of so that i remain interested and focused (current interests like the mandela catalogue :D or political affairs going on in the world, or true crime)

- Dunno if it counts for a video essay but i once finished watching a 4 hour senate hearing….in one sitting

3. What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

- I often do have to take melatonin cuz sometimes there’s too much happening up there—>🧠 and i struggle to fall asleep

- asmr videos (i like the ones made by small creators cuz the rest are too predictable)

- or i have a playlist for sleeping and i usually put that on very low volume on a speaker

- I also can’t sleep without hugging something but it CANT be a person, has to be…..a pillow…or a stuffed animal

4. What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

- i only listen to the ‘don’t hang up’ halloween audio like maybe 12 times a day? For the past 4 months or so :P

- I absolutely love the trope and i loveee the way that it was executed.

- I love the cadence of his voice in that audio, and something about his demeanour is soooooo🤗🤗the gravely voice and the dark laugh is to die for (he reminds me of David a tiny tiny bit)

-something about how protective these men are and how authoritative they can get (to a certain extent) just do it for me i dunno :3

-me 🤝distorted voice on the phone

- i also rlly like porter’s first video ^_^

5. What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

- blake? Kody?

- Blake i find has very realistic ‘yandere’ qualities and that makes him more creepy for me

- Kody is very self-explanatory

6. Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

- GUUUUUYYYYYYYY or asher >_<

- These are men that I am so confident I would never catch feelings for cuz we’re very similar in a way

- I don’t tend to gravitate towards people that I share similarities with? I’m more interested in people that are the opposite (so i feel like in terms of romantic attachments, I get along with those types of people really well)

7. Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

- i feel like im not answering the question properly but when i ramble (which I do a lot) i sort of don’t stick to one topic

- I don’t know anything about anything so I usually ramble about one thing and then move on with another topic

- (halfway thru typing i just realized what this is actually asking) but when im tired that’s when I actually stop talking for once :D

8. Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

- i have a playlist full of filipino songs because I currently live in Canada and i am soooo homesick, also doesn’t help that I haven’t really met any other filipinos (outside of immediate family members) :(

- there’s also another which is just full of songs released in the 1900’s, not only do i enjoy listening to old-school songs, i was also raised by old people so these type of songs basically defined my childhood.

9. What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

- Boyfriend asmr >_<

- Maybe fanfics of fictional characters???

- I’m especially partial to yandere stuff…cuz…idk i wish i knew

- Also cupcakke (i’ve put her on shuffle and managed to complete a big assignment in one sitting so thats my queen)

10. Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

- it would be the Haunting of Bly Manor (horror, suspense, romance, drama?)

- GAY PPL CAN NEVER BE HAPPY RAGHHH

- Definitely my favorite ‘horror’ series

- It’s special to me because I find a lot of horror media to be…just very hard to enjoy since gore and jumpscares don’t really do it for me

- Haunting of Bly Manor stands out from the rest of horror movies/series because the storytelling is immaculate, characters are complex (and you actually feel the loss when they get killed off unlike others), and the pacing is perfect

- It reads like a fairytale and a bedtime story, and given the plot, it might as well be a love story too

- There’s so many figurative/metaphorical occurrences that i can break down and unpack and thats why I find it enjoyable: its thought-provoking and just the right amount of scary

- It also has that ‘gothic’ aura to it that i ABSOLUTELY LOVE

11. Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

- idk about gas station but i like chocolate milk more than anything else

12. As for the enneasgram (i cant spell) test thingy….i can’t do it cuz it’s making me pay…BUT! I do know my MBTI personality thing is..INFP…or ISTJ…idk it kinda changes everytime i do it

That is all. You have 2 hours. /j🤗

I hope this is enough info (i also hope it’s not too much :D) and im not even sure im answering them right 😖 but regardless I enjoyed myself. You’re so awesome for doing stuff like this i cant wait im gnawing at my enclosures rn.

This was a hard one to consider- I wanted to take into account your attraction to people who contrast you while also finding someone similar enough that I feel they’d be compatible. In my heart, in my gut, this left Sam.

In a few ways, you have significant things in common. You’re both introverts. You’d like the same music, given Sam’s age, and you’d have the same taste in horror (which is very important if you ask my boyfriend and I. Crucial, even.). Yet, in fun and cute ways, you differ. Sam’s a dog person. Sam doesn’t get your love of yanderes, cars, or true crime. (So he says. He’s the type of DILF where he walks in on you watching a true crime documentary and just stands there, refusing to sit down.)

Just as he deserves, your life together with Sam would be so peaceful; he’s a peace and quiet kind of guy, you know? I’m imagining a cabin in the woods, a cat and a dog because y’all would make them get along, long drives in his ancient truck that amazingly still runs only because he fixes it by hand. I’m thinking of movie nights where Sam mother-hens you and rations the sugary, junk food snacks y’all get for it because he has to take care of his human and make sure you get a balanced diet.

Song:

On a lonely highway stuck out in the rain/ Darlin' all I have to do is speak your name/ The clouds roll back and the waters part/ The sun starts shinin' in my heart for you/ You're right there in everything I do

It’s not a creative take, but I think Sam loves country music; I think he’s a man of taste! It reminds me, and therefore him, of all the fun, nostalgic parts of home! Does he love this particular country song? I’m not sure, but one, it makes me think of Sam carrying you and your love with him wherever and whenever he goes in his immortal life. Two, it literally uses the term “darlin’” in it, okay, that’s a sign. That’s a done deal.

Runner-ups:

Damien is a runner-up because you see a lot of yourself in Lasko and you like people that contrast you. This is actually derivative of a ship I like quite a lot; I thought Damien/Lasko had this wonderful two sides of the same coin dynamic before HuxDami became canon. Vincent is your other runner-up because his extroverted nature is so fun opposite your introversion, but you’d still bond a lot over a mutual love of cars.

note: if you love horror movies without jumpscares or gore, I cannot recommend “They Look Like People” enough. It’s quite literally my favorite.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redactedaudio #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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90s-shitbox · 5 months ago

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TOM'S Corolla Turbo

The TOM'S Corolla Turbo project in 1999 was a notable effort by TOM'S Japan to bring its high-performance tuning expertise to the Southeast Asian market, particularly the Philippines. By collaborating with Kilton Motors, TOM'S aimed to enhance the Toyota Corolla Altis, a popular sedan, to compete directly with the Honda Civic SiR, which was a favorite among car enthusiasts.

Key Features and Components

Aero Kit and Turbo Unit: The project included a stylish aero kit and a bolt-on turbo unit designed to boost both appearance and performance.

Components and Fabrication: Various off-the-shelf Toyota parts, like the turbo and intercooler, were utilized to keep costs down. Custom components included a welded tubular stainless steel turbo manifold and downpipe, aluminum intercooler piping, and a 3-inch mild steel exhaust.

ECU Tuning: TOM'S used its own programmable ECU for tuning, achieving an estimated 150hp at the wheels.

Driving Experience and Performance

Test Vehicle: The test vehicle, equipped with the TOM'S kit, showcased a sporty bodykit with a hood scoop, front bumper air dam, and a tall rear wing. It also featured exclusive 15x7 alloy wheels.

Turbo Performance: The small turbo provided quick spooling and minimal lag, making the car very responsive. The engine's power delivery was strong, easily lighting up the front tires up to third gear.

Publicity Stunt: In a drag race event, the car, driven by actor and TOM'S works driver Jomari Yllana, reportedly achieved an 11+ second, 167kph run down the 1/8th mile.

Market Reception and Rarity

High Cost: The TOM'S package had a high price tag of around P160,000, in addition to the cost of the Corolla Altis, making it affordable only to a few.

Limited Sales: Despite the efforts to market the car, only a handful of body kits and four complete vehicles were sold. These vehicles are now considered rare, with some still believed to be in their original condition.

The TOM'S Corolla Turbo remains one of the fastest and most powerful Corollas ever sold by local dealers in the Philippines. While opinions on its aesthetics varied, its performance and rarity have cemented its status as a unique and notable part of automotive history in the region.

#TOM'S #TOM'S Racing #トムス #株式会社トムス #TOM'S Corolla Turbo #TOM'S Version #TOYOTA #COROLLA #TOYOTA COROLLA #ALTIS #JDM #PHDM #brochure #Legends of the 90's

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Can you please tell me more about the Burnham Family also love your art style!

(I'm glad to!)

This is Mella Burnham and her younger sister, Eleanor Burnham.

Mella was born in a large wealth family. When I say large, I mean, LARGE. Her father's side of the family grew wealthy and have large connections through the Philippines, their home country. Mella had lost her sister and mother due to an incident involving a crash and a drive by shooting. Eleanor was supposed to get her silhouette suit just like Mella yet unfortunately passed away beforehand.

Mella and Eleanor had a very sweet sister relationship in which Mella had been a role model to her youger sister, She learned everything she knew from her mother and wanted to pass down her knowledge to her sister. Their parents are usually busy at times when work comes along so Mella had not mind that she would be in charge of watching over her sister, in fact, she loved those times where they played together and laughed. She would sometimes tag Eleanor along when her and her friends wanted to play outside. She loved her sister dearly, Which was why she had given herself the name 'Melancholy' the day she watched her sister's life fade away in her arms.

This is her mother, --------- Burnham

Mrs. Burnham was a kind and gentle woman, Mella had inherited a lot of her genes. She would teach her daughters about how to cook or bake and teach them how to be independent. She taught them kindness and to be open to others. She was what everything child wished for as a mother, In addition, her side of the family is where Mella inherited her 'silhouette suit' due to Mrs. Burnham's great great grandmother getting the same powers/curse of the silhouette suit just like Grandfather and Father. This was passed down to every maternal generation through the years and Mella just happened to be one of them.

Mrs. Burnham had been driving her daughters from school that day, Until a drive by passed and shot at the car she drove. Mrs. Burnham was caught by surprise so she wasn't at all prepared to use her powers at that moment leaving her daughters injured and in harm. She passed away that day along with her youngest daughter, Mella survived but was badly injured and traumatized by the incident. And till this day, She mourns their passing yet does her best to cope alongside her father.

This is her father, ---------- Burnham.

Mr. Burnham was a wealthy businessman but this is far inferior to his role as a family man. How he loved his daughters with everything his heart could muster, He doted on them and would make time out of the day for them.

His family was sophisticated yet never really cared much about wealth so they dont much ctto like it unless it's business, They grew as a strong independent unit and would teach their young to fight and defend.

Mr. Burnham was hysterical the day of the incident came, He was there when his oldest daughter was in the hospital and kept her company without leaving her side. He went rouge and tried to hunt down the people that took his wife and child away, He managed to do so but he didn't harm them because of what he could think his daughter might say so his family took care of them whilst he stayed with his daughter throughout her recovery.

They both went through therapy and have been copying alongside each other ever since, He became protective of his daughter. Mr. Burnham feared of what may happen to her whenever he wasn't around but she would always assure him that she was capable of handling things on her own. He understood but still kept a good eye in case of what could happen, He still loved his daughter from the bottom of his heart and never stopped doing everything he can for her even if he was tired 24/7.

Edit: Mother is 32 , I made a typo at that part

(Thats all I have for now on the depth of the Burnham Family. All in all, They have a healthy relationship with each other, Only traumatized and scarred but still strong.)

#knd #kids next door #codename kids next door #knd oc #original character #oc #art #drawing #burnham family

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ivygayavila · 1 year ago

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Irregular Tread Wear: What Are Its Causes, Consequences, and Solutions?

One common issue that vehicle owners may encounter is irregular tread wear. Hence, GT Radial company would like to share the causes of irregular tread wear and provide valuable insights on how to prevent and address this concern.

What is Tire Tread?

The tire tread is the rubber part that directly connects with the road surface. Its design and condition significantly influence the vehicle's handling, traction, and overall safety. Irregular tread wear can compromise these essential aspects, leading to potential risks on the road.

Causes of Irregular Tread Wear

The following are the causes of tread worn or torn:

Improper Alignment: Proper wheel alignment is critical for even tread wear. Misaligned wheels can cause tires to wear unevenly, leading to various issues such as decreased fuel efficiency and compromised handling. To address this, regular wheel alignment checks are essential.

Over-Inflation: Over-inflated tires can result in the center of the tread wearing out faster than the edges. This not only affects the tire's lifespan but also impacts the vehicle's performance. It is crucial to maintain the recommended tire pressure to prevent overinflation.

Under Inflation: Under-inflated tires tend to wear on the outer edges of the tread. This reduces the tire's contact with the road, impacting traction and fuel efficiency. Regularly checking and maintaining proper tire pressure can mitigate under-inflation issues.

Consequences of Irregular Tread Wear

The following are the common consequences experienced by riders of having irregular tread wear:

Vehicle Anti-lock Braking System (ABS) Failure

Irregular tread wear can affect the performance of the Anti-lock Braking System, compromising your vehicle's ability to brake effectively and safely.

Brake or Tire Lock

Uneven tire wear can lead to brake or tire lock, resulting in hazardous driving conditions and increased stopping distances.

Loose Bearings or Components

Irregular wear patterns may indicate issues with the vehicle's suspension or steering system, potentially leading to loose bearings or components.

Deformed or Off-centered Rims

In most cases, irregular tread wear can cause rims to deform or become off-centered, impacting the overall stability and safety of the vehicle.

Solutions to Irregular Tread Wear

In case of tread wear, GT Radial experts suggest you to do the following steps:

Perform Tire Balancing and Wheel Alignment Checks

Regular tire balancing and wheel alignment checks can prevent and address irregular tread wear. These services help ensure that the tires wear evenly, promoting optimal performance and safety.

Perform Suspension or Steering System Checks

If irregular tread wear persists, it is advisable to have the suspension and steering systems inspected. Addressing any issues promptly can prevent further damage and enhance the lifespan of your tires.

Invest in Top-Brand Tires!

Investing in top-brand tires, such as GT Radial, known for being among the best tires in the Philippines, is a step towards ensuring the longevity and performance of your vehicle's tires. By understanding and addressing the causes of irregular tread wear, you not only extend the life of your tires but also enhance the overall safety and efficiency of your driving experience. Remember, proper maintenance and timely inspections are key to enjoying the full benefits of your tires for your vehicle.

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roldyang · 5 months ago

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Why Regular Tire Rotations Are Essential for Your Vehicle's Health

Maintaining your vehicle involves several routine tasks, but one often overlooked yet critical practice is regular tire rotations. Ensuring that your tires are rotated periodically is vital for extending their lifespan, improving your vehicle's performance, and ensuring your safety on the road. Whether you have the best tires for cars or are searching for affordable tires for sale, this maintenance step is crucial. In the Philippines, where diverse driving conditions can affect tire wear, understanding the importance of regular tire rotations is even more significant.

Extending Tire Lifespan

Tire rotation involves changing the position of each tire on your vehicle to ensure even wear. This practice is essential because tires wear differently based on their position. For instance, the front tires typically wear faster than the rear ones due to steering and braking forces. By regularly rotating your tires, you can achieve more uniform wear, which extends their overall lifespan.

When you invest in the best tires for cars or SUVs, you want to maximize their usage. Even the most affordable tires for sale can benefit from regular rotations, allowing you to get the most out of your purchase. In the Philippines, where road conditions can vary from smooth highways to rough terrain, tire rotation helps ensure that your tires wear evenly regardless of the driving environment.

Improving Vehicle Performance

Uneven tire wear can affect your vehicle's performance, leading to issues such as reduced traction, poor handling, and decreased fuel efficiency. By rotating your tires regularly, you maintain balanced traction and handling, enhancing your vehicle's performance. This is particularly important for tires for cars and SUVs, which often face different driving demands.

In regions like the Philippines, where weather conditions can change rapidly, having evenly worn tires ensures that your vehicle handles better in various scenarios. Whether you're navigating through wet roads during the rainy season or driving on dry, sunny days, regular tire rotations contribute to consistent performance and safety.

Ensuring Safety on the Road

Safety is a paramount concern for any driver. Unevenly worn tires can compromise your vehicle's stability and increase the risk of accidents. Tires that are not rotated regularly may wear down to the tread wear indicators more quickly, reducing their ability to grip the road. This can lead to longer stopping distances and decreased control, especially in emergency situations.

By rotating your tires, you ensure that each tire has an equal opportunity to wear evenly, maintaining optimal tread depth across all tires. This practice is crucial for maintaining the safety of your vehicle, providing you with the confidence that your tires will perform effectively in all driving conditions. Whether you're using premium Philippines tires or more affordable options, regular rotations help maintain the safety and reliability of your vehicle.

Maximizing Cost-Effectiveness

Regular tire rotations are an investment in the longevity and performance of your tires. While it may seem like an additional expense, the cost of tire rotation is relatively low compared to the potential costs of premature tire replacement or vehicle repairs due to uneven tire wear. Rotating your tires helps you get the most value out of your tires, making it a cost-effective maintenance practice.

In the Philippines, where you can find a wide range of tires for sale, ensuring regular rotations allows you to make the most of your investment, whether you choose the best tires for cars or opt for more budget-friendly options. This practice helps you avoid the unnecessary expense of replacing tires prematurely, allowing you to save money in the long run.

Regular tire rotations are essential for maintaining the health and performance of your vehicle. By ensuring even tire wear, you extend the lifespan of your tires, improve your vehicle's performance, and enhance safety on the road. Whether you're using the best tires for cars, affordable tires, or any other type of Philippines tires, regular rotations are a crucial maintenance step.

Investing in routine tire rotations allows you to maximize the value of your tires for cars and SUVs, ensuring they provide reliable performance throughout their lifespan. Make tire rotation a regular part of your vehicle maintenance routine, and enjoy the benefits of a smoother, safer, and more cost-effective driving experience. If you need more ideas about Philippines tires, you can check out GT Radial.

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ofwings · 7 months ago

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Genuine question, do you actually like Houston or is it just your hometown?

it's a bit more nuanced than that tbh. i understand why it's losing that poll - it's an absolutely massive car-central sprawl where driving on the freeway feels like you're in mad max, it's hot and humid, there's no real seasons, and what used to be a 100 year flood is now an every other year flood. like many blue cities in the south, you're still stuck dealing with the whims of whatever republican pieces of shit that run your state come up with; i've been trying to get rid of them in texas my entire life, so every time this is used as a dunk i just feel tired. because houston is so much more than that.

it's the most diverse city in the country. there are people from everywhere, from all classes and walks of life, and they bring their culture and hopes and dreams with them, and it makes houston incredibly unique under the surface. you can get viet-cajun fusion food anywhere from a strip mall to fine dining. everyone has tamales for christmas. you can get jerk chicken from the same restaurant that you get authentic indian food. street signs are in 3 different languages, and those languages change depending on what part of town you're in. on the street i grew up on in a working class suburb, my family was the only white family - i had neighbors from the philippines and ghana, cajuns from louisiana that grew up speaking french, and a mexican family whose kids grew up my siblings' friends. my teachers in elementary and middle school were vietnamese nuns, who now get celebrated every time they go to astros games (sr. mary catherine, who throws the first pitch, was my math teacher in middle school)!

i once had my alternator die in the middle of a major intersection near downtown houston, just completely killed my car; my emergency lights wouldn't even come on it was so dead. in the hour span i was stuck there, i had 5-6 different groups of people stop and try to help me - a businessman with a suit and tie and cowboy boots, a mom with her kids in the car with her, a guy with a slab and swangas, a car full of construction workers and neither of us spoke each other's language but they helped me push my car to a parking lot anyway. i've had people help me change flat tires, jump my car, push it out of the road, and i've stopped to do all of that for people too. it's a big city, but there's a level of trust and friendliness among people in a bind there that i've never seen anywhere else i've lived. you'll never eat a meal alone, you'll never be lost. strangers will talk to you everywhere you go, especially if they can sense you're having a bad day. people are friendly and helpful and they will shatter your preconceived notions about who they are or where they're from.

houston isn't a tourist town- i get it, i can't imagine why someone would want to vacation there. and full disclosure, i moved away 5 years ago and now live in a smaller city that feels more comfortable to me in terms of scale. but i strongly believe that growing up somewhere so friendly, so proud of its diversity and so strengthened by it, so different from where the places where the rest of my extended family grew up - i don't think i'd be the same person i am now if i'd lived somewhere else. growing up in an environment where you're exposed to so many different people, so many different cultures, and they're all fundamentally your neighbors? i really believe that makes a difference and makes much more well rounded, compassionate, thoughtful citizens. i wouldn't trade the 28 years i spent there for anything.

also if you have access to watch parts unknown with anthony bourdain, he did an amazing episode on houston. even just the opening minute captures so much:

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#ask #anonymous #idk where i'm going with this but i will defend houston as a great city that will absolutely surprise you until i die

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rivastraut · 7 months ago

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🪽, 🎂, ☁️ for the ask game :]!

Ask game!

🪽 - imagine an au where your f/o is your guardian angel. what kind of relationship dynamic do the two of you have? are they the type to be more exasperated by your silly actions or protective over you?

Mike would be so exasperated by Kleon bc he's always getting in trouble or being reckless, but he would still do his best to protect Kleon bc he wants his silly cowboy to be safe always, I can imagine Mike always having to pep talk Kleon out of shoplifting or going on stolen car joy rides while he sits on his shoulder LOL

🎂 - how has your f/o changed over the course of the relationship? how have you changed? do either of you miss past things about the other?

Here!

☁️ - does your f/o like to travel? where are some faraway places they'd like to go with you someday?

Mike tires easily from traveling but he does enjoy it, it's always fun to get a change in scenery, he really wants to take Kleon to the Philippines where his family is from

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☆ the white lady of balete drive!

starring. . . feminine, white lady!reader and philippines. warning for vague mentions of death.

author notes; bit of an angsty piece tbh.. this was such an interesting ask thank you! i loved learning about the mythology and everything behind this! i tried to incorporate some actual tagalog into this piece, i hope it’s alright. also i was unsure of what name to use for the philippines so i just stuck with philip.

“philip”!

— so much time had passed since your death— close to a century, no doubt— that you barely remembered the details of all that occurred that unfortunate night. you spent little time pondering it. all you knew is that your soul was tethered to this place and it would continue to be stuck there for centuries longer unless you found peace. peace could only come from satisfaction, and satisfaction could only come from saying a true goodbye to the ones you loved. that’s all your soul wanted.. a true goodbye.

— you had failed to remember the intricacies of your passing, but you managed to hold onto your memories of when you first met your eventual lover. he was a love that you never knew in life. only in death. philip, he called himself. you were standing on the side of your road, balete drive, your long white dress blowing gently with the soft winds of the night. a taxi came by and you eagerly waved it down, signaling that you’d like to drive somewhere. you were a younger spirit then, less somber. you were already well known as the white lady of balete street. fortunately, the taxi driver unlocked the doors instead of driving off. you told him where you’d like to go as you crawled into the car. on the inside, there he was. philip. even now, you remember clearly how dark it was and how his handsomeness was visible despite the fact.

— you gave your name and asked for his as the taxi driver started to pull off. he made a mishap, saying his name was philippines before correcting himself. ‘philip,’ he said. ‘just call me philip’. you giggled a little before smiling and complimenting his name. you had foolishly hoped that night to make it past balete drive. once you hit aurora boulevard though, you phased right through the seats and trunk of the taxi, like a ghost. reality hit you hard. the car kept driving on, leaving you behind, floating in the middle of the road. it was embarrassing and yet you had secretly known it would happen. it happened every time you tried to leave your street. you weren’t sure how you’d say goodbye to anyone at this rate..

— the next night you prepared yourself for round 579,457,216. not that you were really counting. a taxi came down the road, slowing down as it came closer to you despite the fact you hadn’t waved yet. perhaps the driver knew of you and your habits already. it came to a stop and you went to speak with the driver but their window remained rolled up. a young man stepped out from the back seat. you turned, recognizing it as the man from before. “hey,” philip greeted you with a smile. in one hand was a phone and in the other, a food container. “i brought siapao*.”

— how he knew that you were fond of siapao would forever remain unknown. the two of you sat and ate, talking throughout the night about various things. it had been a while since you’d conversed so freely. it was just like you were human again. you and philip began to meet every other night, talking together. soon your meetings became a nightly routine. you had noticed the man never seemed to grow tired. still, it was all good fun. the two of you had grown close. closer.. and even closer still. philip had tried to kiss you one day, but he merely fell through you. his face hit the ground and you laughed it off, disappointed but not surprised at the fact that he couldn’t touch you. from then on the two of you were romantically involved. he’d sing with you some nights, show you everything the world had to offer on his phone, and occasionally bought you things knowing you couldn’t do much with them.. he was a boyfriend and after a while a sort of husband, but it was only nightly.

— that was all a long while ago. it had been decades since then and you were still trapped on balete drive. philip still came by every evening, your meetings still just as romantic. it was as though you two were kids, sneaking away under the guise of night to enjoy each other’s company. you hadn’t changed at all and neither had he— you had never asked about it though, assuming that he was similar to you. a spirit roaming amongst the living. it had been so long. so so long. physically, you hadn’t grown an inch. mentally, you had grown leaps and bounds. after years of boarding taxis in a desperate attempt to see your family, you eventually settled down into your spot. no longer would you flag down taxi drivers for rides. instead, you’d have them deliver small letters and packages for you. this would be your way of saying goodbye. it was hard to write so philip had agreed to write for you. you wrote many letters together, sending them out one by one until you finally felt satisfied. you had said everything you had to say, everything worth saying. well.. almosteverything.

— it was hard, extremely hard, knowing that you had to say goodbye to philip. he was the last person you had ties to on this realm. he came by balete drive, smiling like he always did. you smiled too, although yours was bittersweet. he sat down beside you and the two of you started to converse, just like you always did. after a little while, he let out a soft, content sigh. when you raised an eyebrow philip simply smiled at you, “i’m always happy when i’m with you.”

— “you’re making this hard for me philip,” you shook your head, glancing away from him. “i have something to tell you but.. you’re making this so hard.”

— philip leaned in closer to you, frowning at the look on your face. you smiled, but your eyes were sad. he’d never seen you so.. torn. “what’s wrong?”

— “philip.. i’ve enjoyed my time with you very much. you know that. but.. i have to go.” you replied softly. “i have to go. i can’t stay here anymore.” you gestured briefly to the street you were on. balet drive. before he could really register, you leaned in close and for a moment, your cold lips met his warm ones. you could feel philip shiver slightly from the difference in temperature. it was the only thing the two of you hadn’t done.. and now you had done it. and now your time was up. the kiss lasted only for a second, as you started to fade from earth. your already translucent appearance began to lighten. you were becoming less visible by the second. you pulled back, taking in philip for the last time. “*mahal kita. mahal na mahal kita, philip.”

— “*dito ka lang!” he cried out into the night, grasping at the air once he realized that you were leaving him.

— it was too late though. your spirit managed to murmur one more phrase before leaving, “*walang iba ikaw lang.” with that, you had disappeared. there was nothing left of you besides a small breeze in the air. philip called out your name a few hundred times, desperate for a reply that he knew he wouldn’t get. he cried at first, selfishly. you had finally found satisfaction on earth. he should be happy for you. you were at peace. you were at rest. you were.. gone. sent to a place he’ll likely never get to see. he was a country, after all— something he had neglected to ever tell you. you were gone.. but you were never forgotten.

— to this day, he still visits balet drive. although it isn’t nightly anymore, philip often comes and sits by the side of the road. he still wears a smile just like he did before but it’s always bittersweet. his mouth is upturned but his eyes hold seas of sadness. every so often he’ll feel a cold breeze, one that makes him shiver the same way he did that faithful night. he likes to believe that it’s you. that you’re still around in some way… and that you still love him just as much as he still loves you.

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”mahal kita. mahal na mahal kita, philip” should translate to “i love you. i love you so much, philip.” — *”dito ka lang” should mean “stay with me” or “stay here” (i used multiple translators and got mixed results with it). — *”walang iba ikaw lang” should mean “there is only you” (but again, i got mixed results).

if anyone who actually speaks tagalog can help with these translations or give me better phrases to use, please contact me! i’d like for this piece to be as accurate as possible!

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