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[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

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Breathe With Me

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: After finding out who hurt you on that horrific night, JJ helps you through another panic attack and makes plans to protect his girl.

Note: This was requested a long time ago after a chapter of my rewrite was posted! Instead of doing JJ x OC, like requested, I changed it to JJ x Reader so that people who don’t read my rewrite can enjoy it too. Hopefully this is okay with ya’ll. 

Word Count: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Sexual Assault!!! This chapter has descriptions of sexual assault. Please do not read if this is TRIGGERING!!!! 

National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673

Masterlist

It was another regular day on the island. Hot and crowded with tourists. With everyone working, you decided to tag along with JJ and Pope to delivery groceries for Heyward’s business. Usually this meant going to Figure Eight, your least favorite place to be. Normally it didn’t creep you out too much, but because of a rather recent incident, you didn’t like being there.

Right after your dad went missing, you spent a lot of time with Kie as she lived out her Kook Year. Avoiding the Pogues and John B and surrounding yourself with stuck up assholes and their expensive drugs and alcohol helped you forget about your own family crisis. You would do anything to take your mind off your dad’s disappearance even if it meant getting high on whatever was offered to you. You didn’t ask twice about what it was. You figured if the rich people we’re doing it, it couldn’t be that bad right?

One night you did a long line surrounded by Rafe and a couple of his buddies. Pretty much everything after that was a blur. Your memories are fuzzy, like a puzzle piece you can’t piece together. The last thing you remember is your black hitting something soft, like a mattress or a pillow. You thought you heard the zipper of your shorts being pulled down but figured it was Kie helping you change into a pair of pajamas. 

The next morning you woke up practically naked with a blanket covering your bottom half and your bra pulled down to your stomach. You began to panic and ran your hands down your side, flinching at the tenderness by your hips. The skin was yellow/green and getting ready to bruise. Your breathing became shallow and your throat tightened up. You fumbled around the room you didn’t recognize for your clothes and slid them on, not caring what was backwards or inside out. You stumbled out the door and tip toed down the long staircase of the large house you were in. Figure Eight, you thought. 

You didn’t go home first. You went to Kie’s house. Because your body ached. Because you wanted to cry but didn’t want John B or the other boys to hear you. Because you were afraid to be naked around anyone but another girl. The second she opened the door, you sobbed into her arms and told her what you think happened to you. Kie tried to get you to go to the police or even the hospital, but you couldn’t fathom the idea of anyone knowing about what happened. Not even a stranger. Because you were embarrassed. You blamed yourself for this happening to you. You were high as fuck, trying to forget about your family troubles. You were the one to make yourself weak and vulnerable. No one else. Someone just took advantage of the position you put yourself in.

Kie didn’t pressure you. She wanted to support you in whatever decision you made, despite wanting justice for you and sending whoever the sleaze bag was to jail. She sat on the toilet and talked to you as you showered slowly. You spent most of the time staring at the wall and feeling ever inch of your body. You felt so dirty and no amount of soap or scrubbing could make you feel any cleaner. 

You stayed at her house for a couple of days until John B eventually texted her because he was worried. You both decided it was time for you to go home, but you never told them what happened. You were afraid of what John B and even JJ would do if they found out. And the last thing you wanted was for either of them to get hurt or in trouble.

John B didn’t notice something was off as much as JJ did. He could tell you were being more quiet and reserved than usual. Your usual style of crop tops and jean shorts changed to sweats and baggy t shirts. You slept with your door locked and didn’t touch a single can of beer since you came home.

Moving on from that night was a slow and gruesome process, one you don’t know if you’ll ever fully recover form. Luckily for you, JJ was a great distracter. He was an amazing story teller, he could make you laugh with a small hand gesture, and his laugh could draw you in for hours. No one was surprised when the two of you eventually started dating. Not even John B, who was a little apprehensive about it at first. 

To JJ, everything came to light when another make out session became heated. Like that morning, it became hard to breathe and your mind wandered off to what could have happened to you that night. In a blink of an eye, you were back in Figure Eight with someone pulling your zipper down. You could physically feel the bruises on your hips again and your skin burning. 

A panic attack emerged and JJ was left confused and lost. Fortunately for you, he was quick to realize something was seriously wrong and helped you through it. He breathed with you and talked you down. When you were calm, you explained what happened. At first he was pissed. Pissed at whoever could have done this to you and even a little bit at you and Kie for keeping this from him. He was ready to charge out of the house, grab John B, and find the sick son of a bitch who would touch an unconscious girl. But your cries stopped him. He’s never heard pain in your voice like he did that night. It physically cracked his heart into a million little pieces and he dropped every instinct he had and stayed with you instead. 

Since then, he’s been the most supportive and protective boyfriend. At every boneyard party, he would keep an eye out for any Kook that decided to show their face on your turf. He took note of anyone looking at you in a weird way. He carried the gun he stole from Scooter in his backpack for protection. He was serious about using it too. No one touches his girl and gets away with it.

Luckily, nothing happened between JJ and any Kook. No one made a move to talk to you or tease you. Kooks kept their usual distance from you, which not only made you feel better for yourself but because you didn’t want something to happen to JJ. You know the rules of the game of this island. Nothing bad ever happens to Kooks. They don’t know consequences. 

When Pope docks his boat, he asks if you would come with him to drop groceries off at the Thorntons. If he did it alone, it would cause two trips and he doesn’t want to waste time. 

As you go to agree, JJ steps in and shakes his head as he looks between you two. “I don’t think thats a good idea.”

“Why not?” Pope asks, completely clueless.

You subtly shake your head, silently begging for JJ not to say anything. Pope and John B still didn’t know and you want to keep it that way. Sure you would feel safer with JJ by your side, but you won’t be alone. You will be with Pope. And who would try to start something in the middle of the day anyway?

“It’s fine, J,” You tell him. You even try to joke. “I’m sure you’ll survive one hour without me.”

When you kiss his cheek, JJ turns to look at you with his brows pinched together with worry. “Y/N...”

“Seriously, J...” You say. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You whisper that last part as Pope turns to get the bags. 

“You have your phone?”

You nod and pull it out of your pocket to show him. “Yes. I’ll call you if anything happens.”

As JJ walks in the opposite direction of you and Pope, you feel the tension in your shoulders get tighter. The sight of these homes gives you flashbacks. The worst part about all of this is you don’t even know who hurt you. It could’ve been anyone - a touron even. It would be easier to know who did it so you know who to avoid. 

Pope notices your change in behavior but doesn’t mention it. Instead he keeps a silent eye on you and studies your every movement. 

As you pass the golf course, you hear a couple cat calls and cheering from a group of teenagers. When you look up, you see Rafe, Topper, and one of their friends making their way over to you. You take a step behind Pope, hiding behind his body and keeping your eyes trained down on your shoes. 

“What do we have here?” Rafe whistles as he comes closer. He looks down at the bags in your arms and the beer in Pope’s hand. “Bring us something?”

“These are already paid for,” Pope glares at them.

“Oh, right, right,” Rafe nods as if he understands. Then he takes is golf club and swings it at the brown paper bag in Pope’s arms, causing everything to spill out of it. 

“Dude!” 

“Sorry, man!” Rafe holds his hands up in fake surrender. He leans down to pick up a beer bottle and tosses it to his tall friend. “Trevor, you feeling thirsty?”

The guy, better known as Trevor, cracks the beer open and takes a long sip. When he looks down, he spots you and eyes your figure up and down. Then he smirks to himself and a shiver runs down your spine. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. Like a piece of meat or someone he knows too much of. 

Rafe catches his eye and smirks to himself. “Ah, yeah. I forgot. You and Routledge have some history.”

Pope looks over his shoulder at you and sees your chest rising and dropping at a quicker pace. You’re gripping the bags in your hands so tight that he can see your knuckles turning white. You look away from the group of Kooks at the golf course with a frown on your face. Something was wrong, Pope thought. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Trevor chuckles. He looks at you again and tilts his head. “What? You don’t remember me?”

“Pope...” You feel like you’re choking. How could he know you when you have no idea who he is? You don’t like where this is going.

Trevor continues, “Can’t say I blame you. You were out of your mind wasted that night -”

“What the hell is he talking about?” Pope says, looking between you and Trevor. He wasn’t one to get confrontational or angry, but he didn’t like what he was hearing. He didn’t like how you were acting. Something wasn't adding up. He knew you’ve hooked up with Kooks before, but this one was different. 

“Almost as dead as her daddy,” Rafe chuckles. Something in Pope snaps and he pushes Rafe back by his shoulders. In retaliation, Rafe raises his golf club and smacks it against the middle of Pope’s back, causing him to fall down with a thump. 

“Pope!” You cry and drop the bags you were holding and kneel next to him. 

“Hey,” Trevor touches your shoulder to try and pull you away from the two fighting boys, but you flinch away from him. 

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You cry.

Trevor immediately holds up his hands in surrender and takes a step back. Your outburst causes everyone to freeze in their movements, even Rafe and Pope. The wheels in Topper’s head start to move a little quicker too. He looks between you and Trevor and feels off about your connection. You looked terrified. And Y/N Routledge was almost never terrified. 

Even though you are outside, you feel claustrophobic. Your heart is beating so heavily against your ribcage that you wouldn’t be surprised if it were to break your ribs. Pope notices you’re two shades paler and having a hard time breathing. Tears are silently falling down your face and you continue to crawl away form the group of Kooks backwards. 

“Y/N...” Pope says quietly.

“We should go,” Topper says. He never hated you like some of the other Kooks did. Sure you never got along, but a small part of him thought you were cool. He knew something was extremely wrong and he couldn’t help but think it had to do with their friend, Trevor. He looks at Rafe who continues to stare at you with surprise. “Dude.”

“Yeah...” Rafe says slowly. “Trev, let’s go.”

The three Kooks scatter back to the golf course. You squeeze your eyes tightly and grip the fabric of your shirt, pulling it away from your body because right now it just feels suffocating. 

“Hey.” Pope crouches down near you and lightly touches your shoulder. His touch feels like an electric shock, making you flinch even further away. When you open your eyes, you’re back in some random Kook’s house on a mattress you’re unfamiliar with. “They’re gone. Hey, they’re gone.” Pope tries to be gentle with you, but he also wants to get you out of here and in a more comfortable setting. 

“JJ,” You manage to say. Your throat feels on fire. “I need J-”

Pope immediately starts fumbling for his cell phone and dials his best friend’s number. He bounces on the balls of his feet as he impatiently listens to the ringing. “Come on. Come on.”

JJ answers. “Hey! Sorry I’m on my way back now. You’ll never believe how much this lady tipped me. I swear I’m coming on every -”

“JJ, shut up and listen to me. Y/N...” He glances back at you and sees you’re hunched over with your forehead resting on your knees and your fingers through your hair. “She’s having a panic attack or something. I - I don’t -”

“Where are you?” JJ’s once elated tone has dropped to a more serious one. 

Pope tries explaining what part of the golf course they are near. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in five minutes. Pope, get her under some shade or something. And if you can, try to get her to look at you. She needs to open her eyes to see where she is.” Pope nods, forgetting that JJ can’t see him. “Pope!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Okay, doing that now.”

JJ hangs up the phone so he can run faster. 

Meanwhile, Pope crouches down in front of you again and says, “Y/N/N, hey. Can you open your eyes?” Pope lightly taps your ankles. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” You slowly blink your eyes open and sniffle back the tears. Pope smiles when he sees he’s made some sort of progress. “Hey. JJ’s on his way. Why don’t we move you under some shade? It’s getting pretty hot out here. Can I help you up?”

You nod and let Pope help you up and bring you a couple feet away under a large tree. Your back rests against the bark and you try taking deep breaths to calm the swirling nausea in your stomach. 

It was Trevor. It had to be Trevor. From the way he looked at you, to the innuendo Rafe made. You knew in your heart that it was Trevor who had hurt you that night. 

A part of you always wanted to know who did this, but another part of you wished you never figured it out. Because now his face will haunt you forever.

About a minute later, you hear another set of footsteps quickly coming your way. You panic, your immediate thought going to Trevor. Would he come back? 

But then you hear your boyfriend’s beautiful voice. “Hey.” His tone is soft and gentle. “Hey, baby. Look at me. It’s JJ.” You open your eyes and meet the lovely blue one’s you fell in love with. He grins at you and takes your hands in his. 

“I’m so - sorry,” You sob, suddenly hating yourself for bringing this back up to your boyfriend and ruining Pope’s work routine. “I - I -”

“Hey,” JJ says and pulls your hands to his chest, palms down. “Remember what we did last time? Match my breathing, okay? Ready? Take a deep breath.”

Pope watches with awe silently from the sidelines. He’s never seen this side of either one of you. You so panic stricken and scared, JJ so intent with concern and intuitive. 

You follow JJ’s breathing until you feel calm enough to breathe on your own. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” JJ shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

You look down at your hands that are folded in your lap. You want to tell him. Of course you want to tell him. But you’re afraid of what happens next. You’re afraid of how JJ will respond.

“Rafe, Topper, and their friend Trevor jumped us,” Pope answers for you. Like JJ, he’s also curious about what happened. Of course he was there for the physical breakdown, but he wants to know more about what you’re going through emotionally. 

“Did they hurt you?” JJ looks back at you and inspects every inch of your open skin for signs of scratches or bruises. 

You shake your head. “No.”

“Then...”

“I know who it was,” You say, your voice as soft as a whisper. 

“What? You mean. -” JJ’s head snaps back and forth between you and Pope. “Who?”

You dip your chin into your chest to hide your tears as they start to flow again. You take a deep breath and look back up at your boyfriend. “Trevor.”

“Who the fuck is Trevor?” JJ looks at Pope. 

Pope shrugs, “I don’t know. He was golfing with the other two Kooks.”

“Where’d they go?” JJ stands up, causing both you and Pope to follow him.

“No, JJ -” You try to pull him back to you but he slips his wrist out of your grip. 

“JJ!” Pope calls out to JJ who walks in the direction the other three disappeared to. 

“JJ, stop!” Your voice cracks which makes JJ turn around to look at you. “Please. I just want to go home.”

JJ freezes and bites down on his bottom lip, feeling conflicted. His head is telling him to run after the Kooks and beat every single one of their faces in until he finds the one named Trevor. But his heart is telling him to walk back to you and take care of you. 

“Okay,” he decides and wraps his arm around your waist. “Let’s get you home.”

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After you fall asleep later that night, JJ tip toes out of your room and silently shuts your door behind him. You passed out early, exhausted from the panic attacks and crying. In the living room, Pope, Kie, and John B are waiting. You had no other choice but to tell John B what happened. Now that Pope knew, it felt wrong keeping it from your brother as well. Of course it caused an argument, but in the end, John B only wants the best for you and to protect you. Which is why they’re here now.

“Ready to go?” JJ looks directly at your brother.

John B holds up his car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going?” Kie grabs John B by the elbow and glares at both of them.

“Where do you think?” JJ says.

When Pope and Kie stepped out of the room to check on you, JJ and John B both secretly decided that when you fell asleep, the two of them would sneak out and find this Trevor person and give him what he deserves. 

“Don’t be stupid,” Pope says, looking between the two. “You know how this works. The two of you end up getting in trouble and he gets to walk away clean.”

“I don’t care. I’ll kill him -”

“You can’t,” Kie says.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Kie!”

“Where’s the gun?” Kie says. “If you’re going to do this, I’m not letting you bring the gun. Leave it here.”

JJ looks up at John B who reluctantly nods his head for JJ to give it up. The blonde sighs and reaches into the back of his waistband and pulls it out.

“This is a bad idea,” Pope says again even though he knows the other two don’t give a shit. In a way, he kind of respects it. He would go to if he didn’t have a scholarship to worry about.

“Keep an eye on her. We’ll be back in a couple hours,” John B says.

“You better hope you are. Because if you’re not, you’re only going to be making this worse for her,” Kie tells them.

Kie’s words have both John B and JJ rethinking their decision. But only for a split second. 

JJ nods. “Don’t worry. I’d never leave my girl behind.”

[sabine-leo]

Paradise Found - Part 1

Author: @sabine-leo

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Romance, Humour (who knows what I´ll add along the way)

Rating: M 

Part: 1/?

Note: Here we are...I said I wanted to write something summer romancy with Tom and some of you jumped right into my cruise-boat ;) Thank you for inspiring the title @klbates22 and to everyone who commented and liked the idea! Feel free to jump into my asks or chat if you have an idea or need me to put in something specific in further Parts! I´ll try my best to make it work! 

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated and LOVED! Now kick back, relax and hopefully enjoy Part 1 of your summer romance with Tom! 

xox Sabine 

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They say, happiness comes in waves.

You took that quite literally and decided to leave everything that had weighed you down behind for a few weeks. Work, an ex-boyfriend that had cheated on you with his ex, the hectic life in general.

No, you were not sticking your head in the sand…just your toes! You needed to clear your head, breath the sea-air, feel the warm wind on your skin, the sand under your feet and let your mind relax in a hammock under the palm trees.

So, here you were. Standing at the shoreline, looking at the vast, blue green ocean that touched your feet with every new wave that tried to reach dry sand. 

Closing your eyes with a smile, you took in the first rays of sunshine that the new dawn gifted you after your long journey. It had cost you quite a little fortune to get here, but it already had been worth it. The instance you dropped your bags, got rid of your shoes and ran down the few steps from your private cabin into the warm sand you felt a weight lift of your shoulders. An easing breath left your lungs. The next wave drenched your jeans. With a laugh you walked a few steps into the water and kicked the ensuing wave, splashing seawater onto yourself. Damn, that felt good.

Half soaked you walked out of the water a few minutes later and took in the view.

You had asked for a cabin on the far end of the little island. As private and small as this resort was, there wouldn´t have been any direct neighbours anyway, but you wanted the seclusion, the feeling of being alone. You could only make out one other path leading to a cabin before the natural shape of the island took a turn and secluded those two lodges. The very friendly driver, who had driven you and your luggage in a golf cart to your home for the next weeks, told you that there were only 3 other guests on the island. 2 of them pretty close to the central building that hosted a restaurant and a bar. You and one other person on the far end seeking seclusion and serenity. 

Walking back to your cabin, you took it in for real now. The wooden home looked like out of an island dream. Dark wood, light, flowy- white curtains that swayed in the sea breathe through the wide-open double door windows. A solid roof but covered with palm-leaves gave it the typical beach flair. Inside, in an open space was a little kitchen, a lounge area and a table with 4 chairs. Secluded but with a phenomenal view of the beach was the bedroom with a double bed facing the ocean. Behind another door was a bathroom with a tub also facing the ocean. It really was heaven on earth.

 After unpacking and changing out of your wet clothes you went outside again. In front of your cabin was a colourful hammock waiting for you. The palm trees offered a shadowy place to get a little nap in after traveling for a whole day and some hours to get to paradise. It did not take long for you to drift of. The soft sway, the warmth and the sea air adding to your tiredness, knocked you out quickly.

The first day was over pretty quickly. After sleeping peacefully in that hammock, getting some food into your hungry stomach and ordering the things you would need to cook for yourself the next days you saw that the sun was slowly setting again. Taking a stroll along the beach seemed like a good idea since you were well and rested now.

 You did not bother to put on shoes, you just went directly to the shoreline in your short pants, the Bikini-top and the light blouse open on top to spare you the agony of a sunburn on the first day. The wet sand and the warm water felt so good on your feet that you walked for a good while before you sat down in the dry sand to watch the sunset. It really was a beautiful sight. The sky began to change from purest blue to the most extraordinary yellow, orange and red segue you had ever seen. Totally mesmerised you watched the sun kiss the ocean as someone walked into your view on the shoreline. He lifted a hand in greeting and stepped out of direct view again.

 “Sorry, didn´t want to interrupt your sight!” He said with a deep and smooth voice and added before you could answer “Have a nice evening!” and continued on his way.

A bit louder you said to his tall, walking form.

“No worries, this won´t be my last sunset in paradise. You too!”  He half turned with his next steps and you saw him nod and wave again. You lifted your hand too and smiled a little before turning your head back to the spectacle before you. When the last bit of the sun went into her ocean-bed you stood up and started to walk again, collecting driftwood on the way. On your way back to your cabin you had to walk past the one before yours. Since you were walking along the shoreline you would not disrupt the privacy of its occupant.

 “Beautiful view…” That deep voice again. Your head snapped up. Leaning on a palm tree you could make out the shadow of the tall man. “Oh, sorry! Who´s interrupting the view now…” You chuckled and pointed to the shadow of the hammock before your cabin “…Just wanted to get back....”

The soft breeze carried an easy-going, deep chuckle to your ears.

“Now that would ruin my beautiful view…”

It took you a moment before you got the gist of the words and laughed quietly. A smile lit up your face, but he would not be able to see it, would he?

“Well…” you started walking again “…then I am sorry to ruin it…” You put your windswept hair back behind your ear. “…maybe you do have more luck come tomorrow!”

Now a deep laugh resonated from his tall form. “I shall look for a shooting star and wish on it!”

 That voice sounded very British and very ear pleasing. You grinned as you kept walking back to your cabin. “Good night!” He said louder and pushed himself off the tree with a foot.

“Good night!” You answered half turning but continuing your way. The shadow of the man told you he was tall and lean, his hand ruffled through his hair as he watched you for a second before you turned around.

 The next day started late due to jet-lag but nobody was complaining that you were sleeping in, the bed next to you empty. For a second you thought about how nice it would be to enjoy the view from this bed with someone by your side. But then again, you never had a problem with being alone and you were certainly not missing your ex. That chapter of your life got closed some months ago. You stretched your limbs and got up. After donning a sporty bikini, you stepped out started to grin and walked onto the beach. The moment your feet hit the toasty warm sand you took off in a run with a laugh.

 Some hundred meters away a head snapped up in another hammock and a laugh escaped in a deep male tone as he saw you running into the water, jumping over waves and somewhat elegantly but definitely joyfully taking a header into the ocean. Yes, he thought, unquestionably a beautiful view. His breath caught as he saw you come out of the water some minutes later, disappearing into your own hammock. Now he needed some cooling-down…

 There was nothing better than salty water on your skin, drying off while swaying in a warm summer breeze. In a hammock. Under a palm tree. Watching the ocean. That was until you saw your “neighbour” walking towards the water. A low sitting navy blue shorts the only cover his undoubtedly hot body wore. Even from afar you could see the defined muscles on his back. Changing your position a little to unashamedly watch him getting nearer and nearer to the water you laughed as he too jolted into a run and elegantly took a header. You pushed your sunglasses up on your nose and let one foot dangle out of the hammock to give it another push as he emerged from the water again and walked to shore. His hand pushing back his wet hair.

 “Oh, blimey this is just cruel!” You gasped out as you saw his wet torso in full display and instantly felt a pang of guilt for ogling him like that. “Talk about a beautiful view...” You murmured and laughingly shook your head, closed your eyes and dropped the straw-hat onto your face with a groan.

 The soft sway of the hammock calmed you down again… as did the sound of the ocean.

You smiled softly and took a deep, deep breath.

“Hammock for two…how convenient…” You heard a deep voice say as your hat got lifted off your face and some drops of water hit your warm skin. Before you could say something, before you could even grasp what was happening a wet body balanced itself into the hammock. Blue eyes looked deep into yours and the weight of his lean body made you tilt sideways, flush against him. A smirk toyed with his lips as his tongue came out to wet them. “Hi, thought I´d come over to properly introduce myself…”

“Oh…” was all you got out before he grabbed your waist, tugged you on top of him and introduced his lips to yours in a hot, sizzling hot kiss. His big hands stroked simultaneously up and down your back. He grabbed the back of your head and your butt and squeezed while his tongue darted out to seek shelter with yours. “Hi!” He grinned near your lips afterwards and put a strand of hair behind your ear before he began a new kiss that let your skin tingle as if electricity pulsed through your veins.

A honk from an arriving golf cart yanked you up straight. Whirling your arms around like a damn bird wanting to take flight you almost toppled out of the hammock.

“Your delivery Miss!”

Looking around a little dazed you just nodded and tried to get a grip on your surroundings again. You were still laying in the hammock in front of your cabin…but alone.

Dang! You must have been fallen asleep right after that handsome man walked out of the water, initiating a wet dream instantly.

Rolling your eyes at yourself you got out of the hammock as the delivery man came out of your cabin again and said his goodbyes. Going inside yourself to put everything away you grunted with a breathless laugh. “Honk if you´re horny!”

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CFF Beat Series - Part 3 (2008)

With a firm primitive handshake, we introduced one another and immediately flocked to the pinball game, Monster Bash. John Wray, also known as Tilt is one of the Founding Fathers of the Crazy Flipper Fingers pinball gang in Portland. “So, what do you want to know?” asked John while he placed four quarters in the machine and began his game. Wray plays like a henchman casually focused on his game while ranting about pinball.

He has a dense frayed beard, thick rimmed glasses, a shaved head and an array of tattoos among his arms. As he talks, his raspy voice increases in tone while he lets out roars of laughter At 36 years old, Wray has been tilting pinball games since an early age starting out in Fort Wayne, Indiana. He is outspoken and seems to find thrills in telling stories. Before I could start note taking, John was spewing stories out like a coin machine does quarters.

He explains the essence of pinball, the satisfaction that occurs and why CFF is the best. He delves into tournaments he has competed in, saying that he won so many, “One time I paid my rent off.” His eagerness shows on his face as he plunges the silver ball down the board.

There are no other games at the Vern, just six pinball machines. He lashes out in hostility about video games for a second, how they tend to replace pinball games due to their financial success and then shows his allegiance to pinball by proudly announcing how he strictly adheres to pinball only with a tone of gusto. “Fuck video games, I only play pinball!” Wray says. He has a huge bitterness toward video games, specifically the golf and hunting games featured in numerous bars around Portland.

A week ago, the CFF had their bi-weekly meeting at the Goodfoot where I would find myself amidst a sea of black tees with CFF logos, wild chants, and an all out pinball competition among members. On the tables were a variety of beer bottles, glasses and a massive mountain of quarters. John told me that members and prospects are required to bring 10 dollars worth of quarters to the meeting, adding up to an overwhelming amount of $200-plus from the entire gang. The sight was epic and seemed to be guarded by one female member, Slammer, who mocked me as I grabbed a few coins. “What do you think you‘re doing?” she asked. “They told me it was cool,” I said.

John made sure I was introduced to each member, and slowly but surely, I met an assortment of pinball zealots with cheers galore. By the end of the night, the mountain of coins had been reduced to a pathetic amount of pocket change. Every 30 minutes or so, John would abruptly erupt in a loud banter yelling, “CFF . . .” then the entire gang would join in unity and ferociously call back, “Til’ death.” 

It was like being at a ball game where chants are thrown around endlessly. Members certainly hold Wray in high regard and admiration, in fact they look to him for advice on CFF issues and future undertakings. However, he doesn’t claim to be a leader of any sort. “I’m not the president or the leader of CFF, just another member,” he says with sincerity.

Members brought me into the gaming frenzy with heavy arms and comraderie. John was gazing about his gang with a grin and a glass of beer in his hand. “You’ve never seen me drunk have you?” John said with a smirk and hint of satisfaction. He looked content among his crew and gallivanted around to each member to tell stories or to lend enthusiasm.

One significant component of a CFF meeting is that their location have at least four pinball games. John told me how some bar owners would ask him what it takes for CFF to host a meeting at their spot. He simply replied, four machines will do. The Ship Ahoy did just that, and within a few weeks, they got four machines, and CFF started meeting there on a regular basis. Wray has clout in Portland. When CFF holds a meeting, they provide a lucrative business for the bar and pinball owners, while the gang unleashes a flurry of pinball passion. Any bar that doesn’t have four games, and the CFF won’t have their meeting their.

...A charismatic pinball aficionado.. 

Not only does he cook for the Vern, he bartends at Billy Rays over the weekend where he is the commander-in-chief amidst punks, metal heads, and locals. John is quite the avid fan of metal, thrash, and buttrock. He has the bar television tuned to the exclusive show, Metal Mania that only plays 70s and 80s metal, from Kiss and Slaughter, to Judas Priest and Dokken. Customers are smoking like a chimney, some are shooting dice, while others pound pints of PBR, all the while Wray keeps cool joking around and singing along. That it until a customer orders food.

“Motherfuckers and your fucking food,” he yells at a customer. Wray portrays a deep animosity toward having to fix food. It’s as if a pinball game goes dead during mid-play. He turns in spite and begins fixing a platter of nachos while mumbling obscenities and turning to me with a wild look of earnestness in his eyes.

While Wray prepares order after order of hotdogs and nachos, I go upstairs to play a round of pinball. Turns out, the machine Monster Mash shuts down during ball one without even allowing me to sigh. I go downstairs to alert John of the concern, and on the drop of a dime he grabs the phone at midnight, dials a pinball machine operator, and leaves a message explaining what happened on a machine. Wray seems content about the phone call and explains how him and CFF call operators all the time to report down machines. He expects it will get looked at in the next day or so.

Within a few minutes, the toaster oven begins to ringing and John hurries over to handle the hot buffet of melted cheese, jalapenos and a mound of chips with other necessary condiments. All the while his patience is growing thin due to some depressing emo band that has been blaring from the jukebox for the past hour, putting a major damper on the mood of John. It felt like the dead of winter with suicide rants on the forefront of the bar. He leans in close to me and says with a smile, “What’s the difference between an emo kid and a pizza? A pizza won’t cut itself.”

Wray is a joker, a keen story teller who can deliver jokes by the minute if necessary, or carry on fascinating stories that involve all sorts of absurd themes. He begins one dramatic story with enthusiasm that took place in his hometown, entitled “the night I was fucked.” Wray bluntly explains how he had just gotten pulled over late one evening.

“I had in my possession, a fuckin’ half-ounce of pot I had just got. I was shitface drunk. I had a 10-strip of LSD in the fuckin’ daily planner thing, in my book bag with every, every sketch book that I had with all graffiti shit. With every illegal piece I ever painted was documented in there somewhere. I had between 30 and 40 cans of spray paint in my fuckin’ van. My sketchbook had Fort Wayne Police stickers on them. I worked at a screen printing place that printed those stickers . . . I’m fucked, I’m like oh my God! I had a pipe, I had fuckin’ papers on me in my jacket, oh and I had another 10-strip in tinfoil in the pocket of my jacket, I’m fucked! Oh my god I’m fucked, I’m fucked, I’m so fucked . . . (the cop) finds the half-ounce of brick weed in my pocket, hauls over his partner . . . And then he finds the pipe. He dumps it out of the bag and is like, ‘grind that up real good’, smashes the pipe . . . He’s like, ‘you know why we pulled you over?’ no idea, ‘shots were fired in the area and you like a suspicious vehicle.’”

The tale continues even further escalating with Wray in the back of a cop car weaseling the tinfoil 10-strip from his pocket to stash it in his shoe while the cops searched his suspicious van. He was certain he was going to jail when the cops started reading Wray his rights. Turns out they had wrongly identified Wray as a faux pizza delivery robber so the K-9 unit was called out. The K-9 unit cop happened to know Wray, vouched for him as a real pizza delivery man and they let Wray go just like that. 

He told another story about how his pinball craze developed at Bakers donut shop in Fort Wayne Indiana. It was here that John and his friends would buy 45 cent coffee with free refills and stock up on prized donuts while slinging quarters and pushing flippers. “They knew how to make my favorite donut,” said Wray with admiration.

Wray is more than the co-founder of CFF, he’s an avid pinball player who admires his members like they’re family and appreciates the time they spend together. He joins them in solidarity throwing chants out into the air like an umpire. “CFF . . . Til’ death!” Lined against the wall are a sea of CFF members shaking machines, sharing laughs and drinking beer. Each machine is flanked with black-clad pinball zealots bearing the CFF logo designed by Wray. He steps back up to No Fear with a grizzly bear stance while a cigarette smoke trickles up his face. This is his love, pinball, CFF and camaraderie.

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Why Mohali & Chandigarh are Increasingly Becoming Real-Estate Interests of Millennials and Youths?

Le Corbusier's Chandigarh and the satellite town of Punjab- Mohali, the two cities are quickly emerging as hubs of the real estate industry in India. These cities have garnered the attention of youths, professionals and entrepreneurs as they offer unequivocal career prospects and are indeed the best place to upgrade lifestyle and standard of living. The tech capital of Punjab along with Chandigarh is offering state-of-the-art opportunities in terms of education, job, industry, entertainment and the best environment to live and dwell.

What does youth demand from a city?

The unconventional choices made by today’s youth have propelled the markets to change their way of working. People today are more concerned about the safety and security of family and providing good education to kids. They love travelling and shopping brands, etc. Going to gyms, discotheques, lounges, restaurants, clubs, cinema halls, etc. is an indispensable part of their lifestyle.

Above all, they want to live an easy-going and stress-free life with full enjoyment. Not to mention a progressive career along with an upgraded lifestyle. If a city is unable to offer them such facilities, there is no point in shifting to that city.

How do Mohali and Chandigarh Rank in a Given Scenario?

Known as the City Beautiful- “Chandigarh” is the first and the only planned city of Independent India, closely followed by Mohali. There is no second place better than these two cities across Pan India. Lush green parks, fresh and pure air, world-class infrastructure, wide roads and a safe environment make Chandigarh and Mohali the cream of the crop among other Indian cities.

Let’s dive into some reasons as to why Mohali and Chandigarh are the best cities for youth, professionals and entrepreneurs for relocation.

1.      Knowledge and Educational Hub

Mohali and Chandigarh are home to many famous and renowned educational institutions. Indian School of Business (ISB), the international level B-School has its second campus in Mohali (after the main campus in Hyderabad). Talk about a stream and you will get the cherry-picked institutes in the city.

The famous Punjab University, NIPER, IISER, CTU, Law colleges etc are to name a few. All branches of engineering, medical, postgraduate and research degrees are undertaken in these universities. The main reason of popularity is the structure of the academic courses.

The academic courses undertaken in various universities of Mohali and Chandigarh are totally in sync with the latest market trends. This makes the youth jump the bandwagon as soon as they graduate from their colleges. Next, there come the campus placements.

The companies visiting the colleges for campus placement not only in these two cities but in colleges of Haryana, Uttranchal, J&K and the rest of Punjab, are majorly from Mohali and Chandigarh. Staying in these cities would make you more competitive, efficient and allows you to grab every bite of the cherry.

In fact, many graduates from colleges of nearby states come to Mohali/Chandigarh for job prospects and career growth. These cities hold a plethora of employment opportunities for architects, lawyers, doctors, engineers, fashion designers, etc. The companies over here offer decent salary packages and a great career trajectory to quench your progression thirst.

The advancement of the educational and corporate sector is quickly attracting people from neighbouring cities to buy real estate in Mohali so as to secure their future. The announcement of two major universities i.e. Amity Business School and Asoka University (Plaksha University) in Mohali has further accelerated the demand in the real estate sector.

The setting up of MNCs in BestTech Towers, SEZs and IT parks in Tricity have quickly turned Mohali into Silicon Valley of Punjab. The WTC towers and Knowledge City in Mohali additionally ensure an uninterrupted supply of skilled people to the corporate industry.  

Many new Hospitals, plug n play offices, restaurants and small scale industries are coming forward and are joining the league in Mohali.

Why should I start my Business in Mohali/Chandigarh?

Mohali and Chandigarh offer a large scope, diverse opportunities and professional environment for budding entrepreneurs and start-ups. Punjab Government’s schemes under Progressive Punjab or Invest Punjab initiative allow the start-ups and other small companies to establish themselves independently by providing a speedier and hassle-free process.

This noble scheme by Punjab Government offers a one-stop office or single-window assistance for all state-level approvals and clearances. This transparent system has smoothed the road for every budding entrepreneur to establish business in no time and without any delays.

By shifting or purchasing a property in Punjab, it will ensure a sound and whooping professional growth down the line in the future.

2.      Investments

In today’s uncertain market, millennials are sceptical about investing in stock markets. However, real-estate is considered to be the safest option. Due to the availability of world-class jobs and professional growth opportunities, the real estate market is growing leaps and bounds in Mohali and Chandigarh. This is the main reason, people prefer investing in these cities due to affordable costs and great return over investment (ROI). As the demand for commercial and residential properties continues to rise, the investor is sure to reap heavy benefits in the future.

Omaxe New Chandigarh, Wave Estate and DLF Hyde Park have witnessed heavy inventory bookings over the past one year. Millennials are preferring independent floors Mohali, which are an uncommon feature in other metropolitan/ tier-I cities in India.

3.      Clean and Green

The wide and clean roads circumvented by trees are a retreat for eyes in these culturally rich cities. As traffic is properly managed, there are no traffic jams. The strict traffic administration in Chandigarh and Mohali calls for safe, secure and disciplined traffic in the vicinity. It hardly takes 15-20 minutes while commuting between the two cities.

The public transport system in Mohali/Chandigarh is one of the finest and most disciplined in India.

The serenity of Sukhna Lake and the beauty of Rose Garden, Rock Garden, Zoo, etc. rejuvenate your mind, soul and body. Due to less commuting time, professionals can spend quality time with their families.

4.      Outings and Picnics

There are many picnic spots in the periphery of Mohali/Chandigarh that make your weekends blissful. Located in the foothills of Shivaliks, many famous hill stations of Himachal are just a 45 minutes drive. You can easily plan a day out on hills with your family and friends and get back to your home after a refreshing experience on hills.

The presence of an international airport in Chandigarh is an added advantage for the frequent flyers.

Due to prominent greenery in the two cities, the temperature is always a few degrees lower as compared to other neighbouring cities from Haryana and the rest of Punjab.

5.      Shopping

The modern-day youth love to shop various brands and want to stay updated as per trends and latest fashion. Chandigarh and Mohali are quickly turning into fashion hubs of the region. They have well-planned markets and commercial zones where the youth can shop their favourite brands and accessories. Elante in Chandigarh and VR Punjab in Mohali have diverse showrooms of national and international top brands offering the best-in-class shopping experience.

New malls in sector 67 & 70 have their shops pre-booked for branded clothing, accessories, cutlery, shoes, etc. Seamless transport connectivity across the cities ensures speedy delivery or sometimes single-day delivery from various e-commerce portals such as Flipkart, Amazon, Myntra, etc. All major national and international chains of restaurants and Hotels add to the pride and panache of the two cities.

Mohali and Chandigarh have everything that is on the checklist of every millennial when they plan to shift, invest or buy a property.

6.      Clubs/Sports

The modern infrastructure of Chandigarh & Mohali including roads, internet connectivity, telecommunications, water supplies and lush green spaces has dramatically enhanced the societal liveability quotient. People from other cities come to enjoy the infrastructural development of the city.

There are many events going on in the city round the year such as music concerts, marathons, beauty contests and various national and international level competitions. Youth from nearby cities actively participate in these events. Chandigarh is known as cycler’s paradise. Just like cities in foreign countries, Chandigarh has separate tracks for cyclists where they ride without any interruption of other vehicles.

Chandigarh and Mohali boast of many renowned car and bike clubs that keep the riding spirit of the youth ignited.  

The golf course, international cricket and hockey stadium and other world-class facilities for all sports lovers such as TT, badminton, gymnastics, etc. are available in these dynamic cities. The professional and culturally rich environment of Chandigarh and Mohali ensures great job (employment) prospects for you as well as for your posterity.

So, it’s the right time to give wings to your investment plans or property purchasing decisions in Mohali and Chandigarh. Get back to us for best-in-the-industry guidance and assistance. Contact us for 100% genuine, authentic and realistic real estate solutions. Our team is working round the clock to provide you with the best real-estate experience that offers your rich ROI.

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Baby, I love your way

A/N: This was requested by acastillo533. I hope you enjoy.

The song I used in this imagine was called ‘Baby, I love your way’ by Peter Frampton. 

This was kind of based off the imagine of Family Guy, ‘Death Lives’ (Season 3 Episode 6). Where Peter forgets his and Lois’s wedding anniversary. He goes to play golf with the boys but then gets struck by lighting. Death then comes and tells him that Lois is planning on leaving him in five years. They go back in time and show all their best moments and then Peter helps death get his girl. When Death puts Peter back in his body, Lois comes and freaks at Peter to only reveal that Peter Frampton is hiding behind the tree singing they’re song (Baby, I love your way).

 Flashback:

It was our wedding night. Our wedding night. I stood in the mirror fixing my wedding dress. A gentle knock came to the door before it was being pushed open. It was Tig.

“Hey, baby girl. It’s ti- Oh my God, you look stunning.” Tig spoke with a smile. I felt a gentle crimson blush spread across my cheeks.

“Thank you, Tiggy,” I said before adding the finishing touches. I walked over to Tig with a smile. We interloped our arms, beginning to walk out the door and onto the rest of our lives.

I asked Tig to walk me down the aisle since my father had passed away a few years back. Tig was always like a father figure to me. So, it made sense for him to walk me down the aisle.

We reached the alter as I began taking deep breaths. I clutched my bouquet and Tig’s arm. Tig chuckled as the song; ‘Here comes the bride’ played through the speakers. John stood alongside Chibs as did Clay. We decided on two groomsmen and two bride’s maids. I had chosen Gemma and Luan, seeing they were the closest girlfriends I had.

We walked down the aisle, my eyes never leaving Chibs. He kept making faces at me to ease the tension and stress. I tried so hard not let a chuckle or giggle slip as I passed family, friends and other members from different chapters.

I finally reached Chibs, Tig handed him my hand. We interlocked our hands just as he leaned over to me and began whispering into my ear.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, Lassie.” I blushed at his comment while a warm smile spread across his face.

“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today…”

10 years later:

I was sitting at the club with a cup of coffee in my hand, with a family of bikers scattered across the room. Tig sat next to me with a beer in his hand.

“So, do you and Chibs have anything planned for your ten-year anniversary. I shook my head with a sigh.

“No, I think he might have a surprise planned,” I said with enthusiasm as Tig smiled.

“I doubt that very much.” I turned to see Piney standing behind me with his oxygen tank.

“Why?” I questioned turning fully to face the older man.

“He and the boys just told Clay they’d make his delivery. They’ll be gone all day and most of the night.” I felt anger run through my veins as I stood from my bar stool and stormed outside to where Chibs was sitting on the picnic table with the rest of the boys.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” Tig questioned as he wrapped his hand around my arm.

“To murder my husband and if you don’t let me go you will be joining him in his early grave.” Tig held up his hands defensively before letting me go as I took off outside, Tig following behind.

I pushed the door to the club open, immediately eyeing my husband.

“Hello, Lassie.” I smiled softly before answering him.

“Hey baby, listen. Do you buy any chance know what today is?” Chibs chuckled before answering with furrowed brows.

“Uh, June 6? Why?” Tig coughed as the rest of the boys furrowed their brows in confusion.

“Yes, I know that but what is something special that happened on June 6?” I questioned softly while anger ran through me.

“Nothing? What is with all these weird questions?” I heard Tig mutter a ‘dear God’. The boys looked at Chibs and me, looking for an answer. I slammed hands on the table making all the boys jump and cower a bit.

“IT’S OUR GOD FORSAKING WEDDING ANNIVERSARY! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU FORGET SOMETHING THAT FUCKING SIMPLE?!” I screamed out as Chibs went white and the boys looked. I lifted my hands from the table in anger before turning away and heading for my car. I felt a hand grip my wrist which had caused me to stop mid-walk.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry.” Chibs pleaded as I pulled my arm back before turning back to him.

“I’ve dealt with a lot in this life and I don’t ask for anything except a little love once in awhile and you couldn’t even do that. I’ve done everything you’ve asked but you couldn’t do this! You couldn’t remember our damn anniversary!” I screamed out before pushing him away and making my way to the car. I opened the door before hopping in and driving away.

Chibs POV:

I watched (Y/N) drive away before letting out a sigh. I walked back to the table before taking a seat.

“I’m sorry, brother.” I glanced up to see Tig standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder.

“It’s alright. I just don’t know what to do.” I said as Jax spoke up.

“I think I have an idea!” I looked at him with a confused and curious look.

“What is it?” Jax smirked before looking around at the boys.

“Any of you boys got a boom box or an old stereo?”

Time Skip:

(Y/N)’s POV:

I sat at home on the couch with a cup of tea and a good book when a knock came to the door. I laid my book down before walking to the door to reveal Jax on the other side.

“Jax? What are you doing here?” I questioned with a curious look.

“I need you to come with me.” He stated simply.

“Why? Did something happen to Chibs?!” I questioned with panic in my voice. Jax smiled before answering my question.

“No, nothing happened to Chibs but that’s all I can tell you. The rest is club business.” I sighed before throwing on my shoes and coat. I followed Jax out to his bike as I climbed on. “Before we go, I need you to wear a blindfold for precaution.” I nodded, Jax tied the blindfold around my eyes. We slipped our helmets on as Jax climbed on and started the bike before taking off.

We arrived at our destination when Jax’s bike stopped. I felt Jax climb off the bike as he began to help me off.

“Just hold onto me and I’ll lead you.” I nodded, taking a hold of Jax’s arm. Jax began to lead me through what felt like a field. The next thing I knew, Jax was lifting my arm and handing it over to someone else. The other person took my hand in theirs before reaching behind my head and beginning to remove my blindfold to reveal Chibs.

“Chibs…” I whispered as he smiled.

“I’m so sorry, Lassie. I never meant to forget our anniversary, it was-” I cut Chibs off by pressing my lips to his. I felt him smile into the kiss before we pulled away.

“I don’t care about that anymore, as long as I have you by my side nothing else matters.” Chibs smiled before glancing behind me. The sound of music filled the air. Chibs took my hand in his before wrapping the other around my waist.

“Dance with me?” I nodded while the sound of Peter Frampton’s ‘Baby I love your way’ I put my other hand around his neck as we danced to the song in the middle of this empty field. The sun began to fall around us, leaving a beautiful sunset.

“Do you remember when we danced to this at our wedding?” I questioned looking into his eyes. Chibs smiled before nodding his head.

“I do, you looked so beautiful. You still look as beautiful.” I blushed at his comment.

In the distant, the boys stood watching.

“Tig, are you crying?” Jax questioned turning to the older bike with a raised eyebrow. Tig looked at him before sniffling a little and wiping his eye.

“I can’t help it, man. I always cry at happy endings.” Tig before wiping more tears away. Juice walked over to Tig before wrapping his arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I always cry at happy endings too.” Juice said raising his lighter in the air before lighting it and waving it back and forth. Tig raised his lighter as well before doing the same. Jax stared at the two men in disturbance and confusion.

“You guys are fucked,” Jax said before lighting his cigarette.

“Oh baby I love your way, everyday Wanna tell you I love your way, oh Wanna be with you night and day, oh yeah.”

“Happy anniversary, (Y/N).” I smiled at him.

“Happy anniversary, Chibs.”

“Oh baby I love your way, everyday Wanna tell you I love your way Wanna be with you night and day, yeah.”

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Sleeping With the Enemy Ch.2

Genre: Realistic Fiction + Kinda Fluffy heehee

Word Count: ~1K

Characters: Kang Seungyoon (Winner), Corporate Bad Ass Reader :)

Summary: You’re a young and successful CFO in a very well known company and Seungyoon is your new secretary, but there’s something you don’t know about him. 

A/N: I’m trying to make my writing a little more concise, or at least shorter cuz I have noticed they are very long. Also that gif has pretty much no relation to this fic but I saw it and immediately screamed so I figured I’d put it up there. 

“Hi,” a raspy voice whispered into your ear. Flickering your eyes open, you were shocked to see that your secretary was really in bed next to you, that last night hadn’t been yet another dream.

“Seungyoon?” You checked if your eyes were deceiving you.

“I liked what you called me last night better,” he stroked the side of your face, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. You raised your tired eyebrows in confusion, although you knew exactly what he was hinting at. “Oh, you remember,” he responded as he rolled his eyes. “Maybe this’ll jog your memory,” he said, climbing on top of you, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of your shoulders. He lowered himself so your noses brushed against each other. The closeness brought back all your slightly drunken memories from the night before.

“BANG BANG BANG,” your alarm clock screamed at you, jolting you out of the moment. The man on top of you laughed.

“Big Bang? Really?”

“Hey, it gets me up in the morning,” you replied, pushing him off of you and making your way to the closet.

“Ok, second question. Who sets an alarm on a Saturday? You don’t work weekends too right?” He laid above the sheets, never taking his eyes off of you.

“Well, it is later than normal… and also I have a lot to do,” you replied. “And technically, it’s not work. I’m going to play golf with some potential clients and a few other executives from JYPE.”  You could feel Seungyoon’s eyes baring into your naked back as you slipped khaki’s over your legs, but you didn’t dare turn around. Guilt built up inside of you at the thought of leaving him alone the day after you slept together. Especially since he worked for you. So many things about this situation were wrong, and most of them were your fault.

After pulling a shirt on, in no hurry, you finally turned to face your transgression. You sat on the edge of the bed and leant down to tie up your shoes, mostly so you could avoid making eye contact.

“You’re welcome to stay here until I get back. The fridge isn’t exactly full… but I have a delivery service that knows me pretty well,” you looked at him now, only to see him playing with the edge of his boxers, avoiding eye contact with you. You let out a heavy breath. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just how my life is. I really shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that, we’re profess” -your words were cut off by warm lips, pressing against mouth. The pressure on your mouth relieved that which lied in your shoulders.

“Y/N,” he pulled away ever so slightly, causing you to panic internally. Your eyes flew open as you looked desperately into his. “It’s fine. I get it,” he smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

The whole time you were at not-work, you couldn’t get images of Seungyoon out of your head. His sweet smile, the way he looked at you when you woke up, the feeling of his lips on yours, the feeling of his body. You wanted to be with him in this moment, not playing a stupid game of golf with a bunch of old men who you had to fight to get a word in with. “Miss Y/L/N, I believe if you make this put you’ll have beaten our client Mr. Douglass’s all-time record,” your boss mumbled to you through gritted teeth, and you got the hint. Business is a game, and you had to play it. You shook your head, trying to get yourself out of the haze your secretary had put you in, and did your best to miss that shot.

You didn’t even notice how eerily silent your apartment was when you finally got home. Apparently golf meant that you’d have to spend an entire day trapped in a country club afterwards, and while the men went off into the sauna, you got to schmooze with the wives, very few of whom shared any common interests with you. You never quite fit in with other women, but it irritated you that the men flat out excluded you. How hard would it have been to pick something that wouldn’t require any nudity? You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch. People were just going to have to get used to you. Hopefully it would happen sooner rather than later. You let your head fall backwards and propped your feet up onto the ottoman. For a few minutes, you thought you’d fall asleep like that, as you had many times before.

Sleep almost overcame you, when the realization that you left Seungyoon in your house alone for over 12 hours without contacting him. “Could he still be here?” you wondered, “There’s no way.” You ran up to your bedroom, only to find the bed made, and his clothes gone from the floor. You knocked on the bathroom door, just to make sure, and received no answer. “Shit,” you thought out loud this time.

“SEUNGYOON?”

Silence.

“SHIT.” You wasted no time trying to figure out what happened, clearly he got frustrated and left. You didn’t even have the decency to tell him you were going to be late, you just forgot. You left him stranded in place that he wasn’t familiar with. What’s worse is that he worked directly under you. What if he quit because of this? What would that mean for you? For him?

You: Hey, did you go home?

You stared at the message you sent as the loading bar filled at the top of your screen. What did it matter if he went home, he clearly wasn’t here. It was a Saturday so it was plausible that he’d have other plans. You probably weren’t the only woman in his life, especially since he was so handsome. You sighed, and put your phone down. Tonight, your glass of wine would have to accompany you, just like always. 

[toomanyfeelings5]

the rotten job, part 2

part 1 is here if you want to read about a gay shakespeare leverage AU from someone who’s never seen leverage!

all of the bits are titled after songs from the mountain goats’ album beat the champ, so at the very least, there’ll be some jams to listen to. 

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3. “choked out” 

they’re at one of their check-in meetings, and kate thinks about how she’s had worse bosses, honestly. 

there had been mr. worthington from her first job, when she was a secretary for the summer-- worthington hadn’t been awful, really, she got to listen to music on her lunch break, and sandra from accounting told the best jokes. 

except kate had been sixteen, and worthington was an old golfing buddy of her father’s, and sometimes, when they were getting coffee at the same time, and no one else was in the room, he would look at her funny, the kind of look that made her shrink, the kind of look that made her laugh a bit too high. she had quit right before school started up again, when his fingers had skimmed over her thigh during a lunch break. the asshole had smiled the whole time. 

“oh it’s fine that you left, katie,” her father had told her. “greg’ll write you a great letter of recommendation, he loved having you, and then we’ll find you some other place to work for next summer. anything to curb that temper of yours, right?”

“right,” kate had said back, and bianca had almost snorted into her orange juice: sure enough, kate was set for detention the first week of school.

there was also mrs. o’conner, back when kate had worked that pizza delivery stint in college, before she’d flunked out. 

“speak english, please,” that bitch had told her, smiling like she thought she was being polite, and kate had snapped back, “i’m talking to a customer,” because apparently she was the only one who knew even a little korean in this shitty joint. mrs. o’conner had stopped smiling.

kate’s never liked comedies. not the popular ones, at least. the funny thing is that when she was a kid, back in like, elementary school, she’d been the class clown, throwing paper airplanes around and interrupting the teacher with fart noises every chance she got. 

later, she learned that it’s harder to get people to laugh at your jokes when for so long, people like you have been the punchline. much easier to get a good right hook in, before anyone could open their damn mouth. 

at least the army taught people to shut the fuck up properly. granted, there were dirty jokes abound, but those were the best.

her commanding officers hadn’t been all that great. it was kind of their job to be assholes, so she can’t ever hate them, not really. and some of them had been fine, fun even, but most, well. kate’s never been a rule-follower. 

then, of course, there had been petruchio at the VA, who never gave her good hours and always squinted at her, like he just couldn’t fucking believe that she had served, that she had lost her damn leg, that she was a veteran too. 

her father had known his father, and pete couldn’t be too bad, could he, c’mon, katie, you have so much in common, c’mon, katie, what else are you going to do with your life--

the point is, kate’s new boss is probably the best she’s ever had. which isn’t saying much, but still. 

the thing is, the boss is...intense. all the time. does she ever sleep? kate never sees her without at least five cups of coffee on hand at all times. 

“i want you all to know,” the boss says, and she’s even shorter than kate, but jesus christ, she has the presence her C.O.s could only dream of, “that this job’s personal. we are going to annihilate every last one of these bastards, because it’s the right thing to do, and because once upon a time, they almost got me killed.” she pauses, and her voice is low and dangerous. in kate’s experience, it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for. “they won’t see it coming. they won’t even have the chance to blink.”

“understood,” portia says, nodding politely: she always opts for blandness in the face of the boss’s dark stare and curled fists. 

kate does a mock-salute, winks. “yes ma’m.” best not to ask questions when revenge is involved. 

the boss stares before a tiny smile twitches across her face. 

kate breathes a sigh of relief: good to know the woman is actually a goddamn human being, and not a fucking alien squirming around in a skin suit. or worse, a zombie. kate’s never liked horror movies either. 

“alright,” horatio says, pushing her tortoiseshell glasses up her nose in her usual grim determination. she pulls her dreadlocks back into a ponytail. “alright, team, let’s get to work.”

portia leaves to visit the only lawyer friend she hasn’t thrown in prison, and kate’s about to head off to find out more about elsinore enterprises when she glances back to see horatio place a hand on the boss’s shoulder. 

the boss doesn’t even flinch or snap or anything, just breathes. she slumps minutely in her chair. 

the moment feels much more private than it should.

kate nearly sprints out the door. what the fuck is that all about? 

4. “hair match”

“god--god, what--where is she, i can’t hear her in the earpiece--?”

“she’s gone.”

minola looks at portia, eyes wild, horror plain on her face. jesus, couldn’t she keep it together for one second? 

“what?” minola asks again, voice ragged, specks of blood on her suit jacket from an earlier fight with security. “you can’t--she was right there, we had the files, we’d hacked in, we were all set to expose--”

“be quiet! i have to drive.”

“but--”

“i have to get us out of here. i have to.”

minola leans back in the passenger seat, tapping her prosthetic leg absently, winded and bruised and lost. 

for a few blessed moments, portia gets to focus on everything but the mission. the van radio plays some slow, whispery song, and she catches a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror: not a hair out of place, size large dress sequined and perfectly fitted. even her winged eyeliner looks good. 

everything had been going so smoothly, they were all putty in her hands, and then--and then--

she takes a deep breath. “we need to tell the boss what happened.”

minola winces. “fuck. fuck, she’s really--?”

“i knew bringing the techie along would be a liability. when was the last time she was out in the field? i knew this was going to happen, i knew--”

“i’m calling the boss.”

portia nearly slams on the brakes. “you’re what? now?” 

minola’s already punching in the number. she hastily puts the cell phone on speaker. the ringing starts. “don’t have a choice, do we?”

“alright, ok, just--”

“i know, i know, be cool--”

“did you complete the mission?”

portia takes a deep breath. she is immaculately dressed. she is mary piperton today, and she is invincible.  “the mission is nearly completed.” 

“nearly?”

minola says, “we have everything we need, but they know they’ve been compromised. we aren’t being pursued. not yet, at least.”

“why?”

“because,” portia answers quietly, soothingly, to prepare. “because they think they know who’s behind the whole thing.”

the barest trace of a chuckle comes through the phone’s speakers. “really? who did you frame? gertrude? marcellus? laertes?”

“no,” minola swallows. “no, it’s not that--we didn’t frame anybody.”

a pause. “what?”

“well,” minola starts, tapping her leg like her life depends on it, “well, what happened was--”

“get to the point. now.”

portia turns onto the street of the motel they’d booked. 

minola’s voice cracks. “i--we--”

portia steels herself and says, as gently as she can, “they found out about the cyber-security breach at the last second. we had to get out before they could catch on. there were still some files left that we didn’t need to download, but she wanted to. she insisted on staying behind.” portia takes a breath, finds a parking spot, squeezes her eyes shut, opens them. “they took horatio.” 

no one breathes. 

dead silence. for ten unbearable seconds.

then: “i’ll send you the new mission parameters tomorrow morning, 6am sharp.”

portia doesn’t get the chance to say, “affirmative,” because the line goes dead. 

more silence. 

the motel looks especially shitty. the welcome sign is missing the l. 

minola makes a fist. her voice is usually loud and abrasive. now it sounds like it’s being dragged out of her. “why didn’t we go back?”

portia stares at her hands. “i couldn’t risk it.”

“don’t bullshit me. we could’ve stopped it--” minola grits her teeth. she cries when she’s really angry, wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “we could’ve saved her.”

“no. she made her choice. we did what we had to do.”

minola glares at her shoes. “but what if--?”

“stop. look, what was i supposed to do, get us all compromised in a last-minute rescue attempt? she wanted to stay. i couldn’t lose--i had to.” portia swallows. she feels cold and empty, like she had on that day in court. shylock had not looked at her. he had gazed at the ceiling for a long, long moment. his shoulders shook. he had left staring straight ahead. 

he has a new business somewhere out in cali. portia wonders, sometimes, if he feels good about leaving his old life behind.

here, in this nondescript van with a broken air conditioner, portia feels that day’s weight settle in her chest again.

she had promised herself that she was going to be a new person.

she laughs silently. who was she kidding.

minola drags a hand through her short hair. she does not look at her. “let’s go. i’m starving.”

“wait--”

“i have to get my leg fixed up, gotta fucking shower--”

“kate.” portia takes her hand. “kate, i’m sorry.”

minola smiles right at her, eyes crinkled. “portia, i know. it’s just a shitshow, that’s all.”

portia does her best to smile back. neither of them let go. 

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「KIM TAEHYUNG」「UNAFFILIATED」「TWENTY」

“Twenty-year-old LAW INTERN and IT TECHNICIAN that goes by the alias ‘PROPHET’. No known allies.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: PARENT DEATH

[ BACKGROUND... ]

His life starts out cookie-cutter, simple, pleasantly average. His father works as an accountant for a local bank, his mother as a primary school teacher. She likes her tea with lemon and honey and he likes his coffee with cream. He likes to watch golf on weekend mornings and she tunes into foreign romantic comedies on weekend evenings, with room for Taehyung’s cartoons on Saturday mornings. She always puts a little too much detergent in the dishwasher and he always forgets which button on the remote changes the channel. Taehyung covers the floor in Lego masterpieces, digs through a box of their old outdated electronics so he can take them apart, count their pieces, observe their parts, then put them back together again. A few of his teachers throw around the word ‘gifted’ and his parents begin saving pennies for the costly middle school he will undoubtedly test into with flying colors. Taehyung is perfectly happy playing on old clunky computers and building Lego starships and watching superheroes fight bad guys on TV.

He is nine when they take him out to see the newest Batman film, after he insists that he’s big enough to read all the subtitles now and after his parents promise to help him when they go just a little too fast. He dons his black cape and his light up sneakers and they drive off to a movie theater by the river, because his parents like to hold hands and walk along the water, like they did when they were young sweethearts. They do just that on their way back to the car, as Taehyung runs a few meters ahead, acting out the explosions and the car chases still fresh in his mind from the film he insists won’t give him nightmares even if it is way past his bedtime.

“Taehyung-ah,” his mother calls fondly, “don’t run too far ahead.”

“Eomma, I’m Batman!”

His parents share a chuckle, his mother resting her weight against his father’s arm as they walk.

“Eomma look, I-ah–”

He freezes in his tracks, spotting a group of shadows in the distance. Some are faintly lit with the orange glow of cigarettes, the others moving in jerking motions similar to the ones he saw in the movie only minutes ago.

“What’s that-”

His parents catch up, his mother drawing him close, the atmosphere suddenly tense. Something large and lifeless slides into the water.

“Is that-”

“We should call someone-”

“I’ll call the police, let’s go back to the ca-”

“Drop it.”

A gruff, unfamiliar voice sounds from behind the terrified family. Taehyung turns when his mother does, feeling his father’s hand close on top of hers over his shoulder. On any other day, he’d look like a perfectly normal man, average height, stiff black hair, a smattering of pock marks across his cheeks, a thin beard at the tip of his chin and a faint scar across his right temple. He’d look perfectly normal, save for the barrel of a gun he had pointed at the family.

“Drop the phone.”

“Please. We’ll give you whatever you want.” Taehyung’s never heard his father sound afraid before, which is the only thought he’s able to have as he lets the device skitter across the pavement, “Just don’t hurt our boy.”

“Appa-”

“Hush, Taehyung,” his mother mutters, her voice wet with frightened tears. The man moves the gun toward Taehyung and Taehyung feels his mother’s arm drape across his chest, tugging him as close to her as humanly possible.

“Please-”

He hesitates for a long moment, before another frame approaches, tossing the glow of a cigarette into a nearby patch of weeds growing out of a crack in the ground.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I-”

“They’ve seen too much. Kill them.”

“What?”

“Please-”

“Eomma-”

“Shut up!”

Taehyung shuts his mouth audibly, feeling the light scratch of his mother’s wedding ring against the palm of his hand as he squeezes her fingers.

“They’ve seen your face. And now they’ve seen mine. What, do you think they wouldn’t pinpoint you in a lineup?”

“Please, we won’t tell anyone, we-”

“Do it or I will. And do it now. Our window’s closing. We gotta dip.”

Time seems to slow down in that moment, as the second man disappears back down the slope toward the river. Taehyung chances a frightened glance up at his father in the same second that the man pulls the trigger. His father falls. His mother’s scream sounds distant, like he’s hearing it through water, but it’s cut short by another shot, which sends her body to the ground next to her husband’s. Her hand slides out of Taehyung, lands next to his foot, taps his shoe, which starts to light up in a dissident brilliance of red and blue. He looks up at the man, meets the eye of the barrel with his own. His lip trembles. The man’s hand shakes. Another shot sounds. Something tugs on Taehyung’s ear, something warm and wet trickles down the back of his neck. He falls, dizzy and afraid, the bodies of his parents still warm when they break his fall. Black inches into his vision and takes it over completely until it’s cleared away by the sound of sirens, of car doors slamming, of voices swarming.

“We have a pulse on the boy!”

“Appa-” he sobs weakly as hands carefully pry him away from his parents.

“It’s okay, you’re okay…”

“Eomma-”

Careful hands shine a light in his eyes, carry him onto a stretcher, slot him easily into the back of an ambulance, his shoes lighting up with every jostle. He can’t see through dazed tears when they zip his parents into black bags. They’ve got a mask over his face. Someone’s holding his hand, petting his hair, but it’s not his mother.

They tell him he’s lucky to be alive. The bullet clipped his ear, grazed his head, but will do not permanent physical damage save for the missing notch in his ear and the faint scar that’ll eventually be covered by his hair. He tells the police officers everything he can remember, about the man’s scar, his beard, the shadows at the lake. And yet, somehow, by the end of it, the authorities conclude the case by titling it a botched robbery, in spite of the fact that nothing was stolen, not even the scratched phone Taehyung’s father had slid across the pavement. Taehyung is a boy, a young child too trusting of authority to question the verdict, lets his psychologist convince him that it was, in fact, a robbery in spite of some of his conflicting memories that grow foggier every day. Enough rereads of Batman’s stories convince him that perhaps it had been a robbery after all.

He moves in with his fraternal grandparents, the life insurance money placed in an account that his family vows to maintain for his education. Some of it goes toward funding his attendance at good private schools in the area, some of it toward the medical bills his family can’t afford, but most of it stays tucked away for when he is old enough to know what he wants to do with it. His life stays relatively quiet after that, most of his free time spent after school in robotics clubs or at home mastering coding, encrypting, hacking, skills far more advanced than most young people his age. The social aspects of school are as easy to him as they are for any teenager with an exceptional affinity for numbers, computers, and superheroes (see: not very), but he makes a handful of good friends where he can.

His grandmother passes away shortly before his high school graduation, and his grandfather is moved into a nursing home, where he can receive round-the-clock care. His father’s sister and her husband offer him a place to stay, but he knows they have two young children of their own and refuses to be a burden on his family any longer. With their help, he moves into his own studio apartment just outside of Hongdae, drops a job as a delivery boy for a local hamburger restaurant after three months and wanders around university campuses on his bike instead, offering college students computer repairs for a fee less than their school charges for the same work.

His family suggests he consider university himself, but he assures them he will when he’s ready, though he’s started to think he might not need it at all. But the idea has started to sound more appealing now that he’s started at his new job, one he stumbled upon by accident, after helping a law student retrieve her hard drive after a particularly nasty meltdown. Now he works as an intern himself, acting as the resident IT tech for a local criminal defense law office, though he does more than just clear the office computers of malware and viruses; sometimes a good hack and that one missed tidbit of information is all the lawyers need to win a case.

It may not be as cookie-cutter as his parents might have imagined his future to be, but he likes to think that, if they are looking down on him, they are at least proud of how quickly he’s adapted to taking care of himself.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

You could see he would never hurt a fly, but the real truth is that he has most likely never looked away from a computer screen long enough to even consider it. If people had paid attention to him in high school, he may have made it onto a yearbook superlatives page for being the ‘Quirkiest’, the ‘Class Clown’, or the ‘Most Likely to Discover a New Planet’. But truthfully, even then, he spent his time with his nose buried in codes and robotics, went virtually unnoticed until he walked the stage for his own graduation and a majority of his class realized they’d never seen this boy in their lives.

His charm is understated, all bright smiles and constant chatter, often about things no one else understands (or, more likely, cares about). He is kind and gracious, will fix a computer or a smartphone for free if someone can’t afford to pay. He is often too friendly too quickly, in a way that may be off-putting for some, and the underlying fear of being alone he harbors translates into his latching on to others before they might be ready for it. And though his IQ is high, his memorization of numbers and facts almost photographic, his social intelligence is less fortified and his attention span is something to be desired, which one can expect from someone who has probably spent more time talking to computers than he has to actual people. He is not entirely naive, as is often expected of him, nor is he particularly imperceptive; he is aware of the negative in the world, though he prefers not to acknowledge it, as if that will somehow sap away its strength and negate its existence.

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Where to Find Wholesale T-Shirts and Supplies

Custom T-shirts are a good way for small businesses to distinguish themselves from the competition. T-shirts don’t cost much and the return on investment is worth the effort.

Custom T-shirts can promote your business as they are an incredibly inexpensive way to continually advertise your business. People wearing your T-shirts literally become your very own mobile billboards. The budget on them is small change compared to radio or TV commercials. Giving your customers custom t-shirt gifts is also a great way of building loyalty.

This also extends to your employees. Wearing the same t-shirts helps them look professional, dedicated and it also helps build team spirit. So what do you need to get your custom t-shirts into the hands of your customers and employees?

What Do You Need?

Besides your wholesale t-shirt suppliers, you will have to also shop around for either screen printing suppliers and heat transfer vinyl wholesale suppliers. Especially if you’re planning to transfer your business’ artwork on to your t-shirts, you’ll need to invest in a printing technique. If you are on a shoe string budget, screen prints might just do the job.  If finesse is you objective investing in the best heat transfer vinyl for custom t-shirts is advised.

Heat Transfer Vinyl (HTV) are special vinyl that helps you successfully transfer your designs to various fabrics/materials. You can get HTV in either a roll or sheet form. It features an adhesive backing for easy cutting, weeding, and placing on your garment for heat application.

The vinyl is mostly made in single colors.  but there are specialty options like glitter, flocked, 3D that can suit your particular needs available in the market. Popular HTVs include Siser EasyWeed, Vinyl Rolls with a 47 color option and PrimeCuts USA that are all available on Amazon.

Wholesale T-Shirts and Supplies

One of the ways you can cut the cost of buying t-shirts for your business is going the wholesale route. When your small business needs t-shirts, you usually need them in bulk. That’s where our list of wholesale t-shirts and suppliers comes in handy.

Adair Group

The Adair Group provides diverse t-shirts for businesses, schools, churches, and events. They provide apparels for men, women, and children at discount prices. They boast of housing one of the largest selections of clothing in various color options, including soft tones, earth tones, bright colors, dark colors, and more.

American Apparel

American Apparel manufactures, distributes, and retails branded fashion apparel. It also wholesales t-shirts and other casual wear to distributors and screen printers. The company operates through a retail e-commerce website in addition to traditional distribution outlets.

Apparel N Bags

Apparel N Bags is a Texas based wholesale provider offering blank apparel, caps, bags and promotional products for your printing business. They carry over 200 top brands and offer high quality customization. Their services come with a reward points program and free shipping for orders above $149.

Blank Shirts

Blank Shirts provides t-shirts, polo shirts, tank tops, hoodies, hats, outerwear, work wear and kids blank t-shirts.

Through its large inventory, the company offers same-day delivery of 99% of its products. It operates eight warehouses located in Seattle, Reno, Dallas, Minneapolis, Robbinsville, Cincinnati, Jacksonville, and Phoenix.

Blankstyle

Blankstyle offers a good selection in wholesale blank t-shirts. They pride themselves on providing a large and diverse inventory from a wide array of manufacturers. From crew necks to V-necks, from 100% cotton to 100% polyester, from cheap blank t shirts to the most cutting edge fashionable long tail tees.

They have over thirty-five hundred different varieties from eighty-five different manufacturers of blank styles.

Broken Arrow Wear

Broken Arrow T-shirt printing and embroidery has been making custom t-shirts, polos, hats, bags, athletic wear and more since 1989. The company touts of its ability to deliver custom decorated apparel anywhere in the contiguous U.S. states in just six business days.

The service it provides comes with shipping and a 100% money back guarantee.

Clothingshoponline.com

Clothingshoponline.com offers one-stop-shop for apparel of all kinds. It offers a wide selection of blank apparel styles, brands, and sizes.

From cozy fleeces to casual t-shirts for men, women, and kids the company has plenty of affordbale options. Moreover, the blank apparel online store provides apparel from brands, including Gildan, Bella + Canvas, Hanes, Champion, Jerzees, Next Level, Boxercraft, Anvil and Comfort Colors.

Cotton Connection

Cotton Connection is a wholesaler of blank apparel that include active wear, sportswear and underwear products. Their products include t-shirts, sweatshirts, sport shirts, hooded pullovers, boxer shorts, Socks for men, women and children.

Their blank apparels are suited for screen printers, embroiderers, wholesalers, promotional product companies, non-profit organizations, and independent and mass-market retail stores.

Delta Apparel

Delta apparel offers high-quality clothing at affordable prices. It offers different qualities on their blank t-shirt category including Delta Soft, Delta Dri, Fleece, Magnum weight and more.

For customers who intend to make large purchase orders, the company offers free samples and a discount according to the volume purchased.

ePacificSports

Founded in 1992, ePacificSports, sources most of its fabrics from the USA. It provides bulk blank t-shirts for adults, youth and toddlers alike. In addition, it delivers cotton and cotton-blended garments with color options, hand and shrinkage control on tubular and side seamed fabric nationwide.

Gildan

Gildan Activewear is a manufacturer and marketer of t-shirts, fleece, sport shirts, underwear, socks, hosiery and shape wear. The Company operates through two segments: Print wear and Branded Apparel.

The Print wear segment designs, manufactures, sources, markets, and distributes un-decorated active wear products. The Branded Apparel segment does so for branded family apparel. This includes athletic, casual and dress socks and other products, which are sold to retailers in the United States and Canada.

Jiffy Shirts

Jiffy Shirts offers blank apparel and clothing products principally to screen printers, embroiderers, sublimation printing businesses, and other print shops. It operates along with its ten warehouses nationwide and it offers 1-3 day(s) delivery.

The blank products include t-shirts, sweatshirts, polos, pants, hats, bags, jackets, shorts, work shirts, towels, aprons and others.

Jones T-shirts

Jones T-shirts is a wholesale supplier of blank t-shirts in bulk for printing, embroidery, tie-dye and others. Its products include tank tops, polo/golf shirts, hoodies, performance apparel, and ladies’ apparel.

In addition to these, their wholesale prices also apply to hats, athletic shorts, sweat pants, aprons, and tote bags. They provide free shipping for purchasing products worth more than $89.  However, if you are not satisfied with the product, you get 30 days return policy.

Mill 42

Mill 42 focuses on providing high-quality blanks. The apparel is produced from NAFTA compliant fabrics in Mexico using the best cotton from the USA. They provide bulk t-shirts for branded companies, designers, artists, licensees, screen printers, and promotional companies.

Needen

Needen’s  range of products include t shirts, sweatshirts, tank tops, polos, and other wears all in bulk. Their blank apparels are suitable for customization to your liking if you are a company, a clothing print shop or even if you are an individual consumer.

Customers can also find products with tear away labels if they plan to resell them in their own shops. selections are available for men women, kids, and even for babies.

Pima Apparel

Pima Apparel is a direct manufacturer and distributor of imported blank t-Shirts for men, ladies and youth. Its brand features top designer-like fabrics constructed from the finest combed ring spun cotton. All fabrics are touted to be pre-washed for the ultimate fit and softness. Prima offers customized sizes, colors and styles.

Royal Apparel

Established in 1992, Royal apparel, is an American clothing manufacturer and wholesale blank apparel suppliers to large and small businesses.

They offer businesses with a wide range of production and customization services.  Whether it is wholesale blank t-shirts or need finishing services for both private labels and businesses, the company delivers.

ShirtCotton

ShirtCotton.com is an online blank clothing supplier specializing in wholesale blank t shirts at an affordable price. If your business is looking for a blank clothing vendor and need your blank t shirts, hoodies, jackets, or polos quickly you might consider ShirtCotton.

ShirtCotton has warehouses located throughout the United States. Most customers can expect their blank clothing in as little as two days. This is great for both retail customers and screen printers alike who work around tight deadlines.

Shirt Supplier

Established in 1985, Shirt Supplier, supplies t-shirts for women, men and children. Its other products include bags, caps and uniforms for sports teams. It boasts that its low prices are unbeatable anywhere and that they deliver directly from their eight warehouses located in   California, Illinois, Florida, Pennsylvania, Texas and Washington.

SpectraUSA

SpectraUSA manufactures blank t-shirts and active wear in California. Their services include designing garments as well as knit and dye all of raw textiles. Through their mechanized cutting and digital patterning technologies they provide seamless conversions and custom runs across their range of styles.

Staton Corporate and Casual

Staton provides both corporate and casual blanks to screen printers, embroidery, and promotional product printers. It houses multiple brands and a range of products including t-shirts, shorts, bags, head-wear, sports-wear, kids wear and others. Free shipping is also available with a minimum order of $200.

TSF Sportswear

TSF Sportswear has been a wholesale apparel distributor for over 30 years. It houses nearly thirty brands of apparel to supply screen printers, embroidery and other businesses. The product portfolio includes t-shirts, sweatshirts, hoodies, hats, performance wear, bags, and totes.

T-ShirtWholesaler

T-ShirtWholesaler claims that it ships 99% of all orders on the same day for in-stock items. This comes in handy for businesses seeking speedy delivery. The company stocks apparel from basic to branded for print shops of all sizes. Its products include t-shirts, polo shirts, tank tops, hoodies, hats, work wear, bags and totes.

Tultex

Tultex is a blank t-shirt manufacturer and supplier. The company processes their own cotton in its US factory to offer you the highest quality cotton and polyester t-shirts on the market.

Tultex offers some of the best rates and discounts to their customers and also boasts a well-stocked inventory and same-day shipping for most of their products.

 Wordans

Wordans offers a range of products in bulk. Its products include t- shirts, sweatshirts, tank tops, polos, hats and others.

They claim their blank apparels are perfect for customizing to your liking if you are a company, an embroiderer, a clothing print shop or consumer. They offer colors in no less than 10 different types in addition to tie-dye, V necks, with or without sleeves designs.

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201 “This Or That” Questions

Harini Natarajan Hyderabd040-395603080 September 16, 2019

If you are looking for the perfect game to play with your friend and have an unforgettable time while getting to know each other, the This Or That game is the best way to go about it.

This game is the best conversation starter and is very similar to the game Would You Rather. You will be surprised by how much there is left to be discovered about your friends after you play this game with them!

The rules are simple: you give your friend two options and they just have to pick one. This game is perfect for parties where you want to get to know more about your group. You can also play this game on a date to find out some basic things about them.

How To Play The This Or That Game

There are many ways to play the This Or That game. It is better if it is played one-on-one or in a small group where you can note down the answers and concentrate on the other players’ responses.

One way to play this game is to give two choices to the player and guess their answer. If you guess the answer right, you get a point. Prepare a set of questions (or use the ones listed below), write them down on a sheet of paper, and let the player mark their choices with a marker. The other players can then guess the choices marked by the player. Here are a few ways to make the game more interesting:

1. Take Turns

Some people prefer taking turns and asking questions, where one person answers just one question and the rest of the people guess the answer. It keeps the players active and attentive throughout the game.

2. Multiple Choice

To keep the game exciting, each player can be given a set of questions until the majority of players guesses their choices right. The limit of questions can range from 5-10.

3. Similarity Check

The best way to play it is with your date or your best friend. You can prepare a set of questions and mark your choices. You can then check how many questions you both answered similarly.

Rules Of Playing The This Or That Game

There are no hard and fast rules for playing this game. The main objective is to have a fun time getting to know your friends or date. To make the game interesting, you can list out all the This Or That questions in two columns – A and B. All the players can write A or B next to the corresponding question number.

After they are done noting down their guesses, the other people playing the game have to take a poll on the answers that the player picked. If you choose the correct answer marked by the player, you earn a point. There can be a scorekeeper to keep things fair and hassle-free.

Here is a list of 201 This Or That questions to get you started.

This Or That Questions For Couples

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The best way to discover things about your better half would be to help them open up to you in unique ways. Playing the This Or That game with them will help you find out about their preferences and understand them better without asking them anything directly.

Cuddling or sleeping?

Eating outside or cooking at home?

Netflix or YouTube?

Calls or texts?

Shower or tub?

Nice car or nice home interiors?

Cardio or weights?

Mobile games or console games?

Ocean or mountains?

Telepathy or teleporting?

Cruise or romantic retreat?

Classical art or modern art?

Audi or BMW?

Mansion or cabin?

Large crowd or a small party?

Winter or summer?

Farmhouse kitchen or galley style?

Card games or board games?

Beer or wine?

Makeup or no makeup?

Long drive or long walk?

Camping or binge-watching shows at home?

Swimming or sunbathing?

Coffee or tea?

Dogs or babies?

Comedy or horror?

Music or podcasts?

Straight hair or curly hair?

Passive or aggressive?

New clothes or new phone?

Computer games or video games?

Gold or silver?

Rap or rock?

Hairy or shaved?

Long hair or short hair?

TV shows or movies?

Living room or bedroom?

Good heart or good body?

Dyed hair or natural hair?

Brown hair or black hair?

Sweater or hoodie?

Serious or funny?

Hot or pretty?

Online shopping or store shopping?

Candy or popcorn?

Skylight or mirrored wall?

Hugs or kisses?

Boating or roller coaster?

Dine out or food delivery?

Pop or indie?

Formal dining room or family banquet?

Difficult This Or That Questions

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You can spice the game up by making the game full of tricky questions. Asking cringy questions while you are playing in a group will make the game even more interesting!

Mom or dad?

Your pet or neighbor’s child?

Quick temper or controlled temper?

Apartment or home?

Girlfriend or family?

Neutral colors or bold colors?

Houseboat or yacht?

Charger or power bank?

Plants or flowers?

Facts or fiction?

Liquid soap or bar soap?

Global warming or natural disaster?

Higher studies or work?

Strategy games or bingo?

Performing arts or science?

Rain or sunshine?

New year’s eve or Valentine’s day?

Instant death or prolonged death?

Supervisor or hourly employee?

Live in a cold area or a hot area?

Government work or private sector?

Thunderstorm or snowstorm?

Doctor or engineer?

Wax or shave?

Perfume or body spray?

Boss or worker?

Self-employed or a company man?

Google or Bing?

Live in the past or present?

Author or editor?

Bare feet or shoes?

Underwater or up in the air?

Aerobics or yoga?

Classic or modern?

Books or magazines?

Divorce or staying in a bad marriage?

Student or teacher?

Town or country?

Doctor or patient?

Trash or treasure?

Fast or slow?

Introvert or extrovert?

Trees or flowers?

Paper bags or plastic bags?

Cry or scream?

Alcohol or weed?

Formals or casuals?

Office work or outside work?

Work from home or commute to work?

Painfully full or starving?

Deep This Or That Questions

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Let these questions bring out your deepest thoughts. They will help you get to know the other person better than you ever did.

Museum or amusement park?

Intelligent or funny?

Freedom or hope?

Success or happiness?

Money or free time?

Hunting or saving?

Handmade gifts or expensive gifts?

Trip or staycation?

Rom-coms or documentaries?

Modern or rustic?

Family or friends?

Comfort or style?

Working alone or working in a team?

Pop music or rock music?

Sinful or righteous?

Art festivals or music festivals?

Hurt or dead?

Forest or beach?

Cable or satellite?

Family movies or adult movies?

Architectural sites or shopping?

Truth or lies?

Paintings or photos?

Strange or crazy?

Concerts or movies?

Morning person or night owl?

Motorcycle or bicycle?

Leather or fabric?

Glasses or contacts?

Email or letter?

Piercings or tattoos?

Reading books or watching videos?

Work hard or play hard?

Train or plane?

Money or fame?

Smoking or drinking?

Abs or chest?

Smile or eyes?

Cycle or walks?

Dancer or singer?

Chandelier or lamps?

Save or spend?

Own country or abroad?

Evil or good?

Antique or new?

Formal or casual?

Twins or single kids?

Morning shower or evening shower?

Sunglasses or sun visor?

Beach or hills?

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Funny This Or That Questions For Friends

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These set of questions will make you giggle at the replies and make the atmosphere light and filled with laughter.

Skates or bike?

Watch sports or play sports?

Yoga pants or jeans?

Flip-flops or sneakers?

Marvel or DC?

Bubble bath or shower?

Costume party or pool party?

Lost or found?

Facebook or Twitter?

Carnivore or herbivore?

Cold or flu?

Horror stories or mysteries?

Puzzles or board games?

Bikini or one-piece?

Vampires or angels?

Aerobics or Yoga?

Carnival or circus?

Beer or wine?

Camping or safari?

Pumping iron or pumping gas?

Baseball or football?

Fishing or kayaking?

Skydiving or bungee jumping?

Harley Davidson or Crotch Rocket?

Theme park or water park?

Bowling or mini-golf?

Bad breath or body odor?

Spa or gym?

Simpsons or Family Guy?

Ghost tour or historical tour?

Running or swimming?

Comedy or drama?

Dancing or cooking classes?

Hiking or monster truck rally?

Drunk or sober?

Chilly or lemon?

Florals or stripes?

Personal chef or gym trainer?

Indoor or outdoor?

Good looks or good sense of humor?

Sunrise or sunset?

Christmas or Halloween?

Hot or cute?

Beard or clean-shaved?

Big ears or big feet?

Boxers or briefs?

Eating dirt or eating bad food?

Holding in a fart or holding in pee?

Home garden or farmers market?

Sports or video games?

That was our list of the 201 best questions to play This Or That. These interrogational questions will surely help you discover new things about the person you play it with and bring joy and laughter to the group. Let us know about your favorite questions in the comments section below!

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