#free Slurpee day

[troughtonmedia]

Donald Trump was convicted on numerous accounts today in regards to a hush money payment with porn star Stormy Daniels. His sentencing is July 11th aka free slurpee day.

[mortyisacutiepie]

Happy free slurpee day!

[thinkgreen143]

It's 7/11 at 7-Eleven. So bottoms up, and get your free Slurpee at your local 7-Eleven store today.

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[lewisibarra1512]

Another part of my summer vacation to-do list was getting a free Slurpee at my nearby Speedy's store. Before anyone dares to object me by yelling out why Speedy's carries Slurpee drinks, I'd like to go ahead and address that 7-Eleven now owns the rights to said store. Same for Stripes in Texas, Louisiana, New Mexico and Oklahoma. I'm thankful Seven & I was able to not let me afford gas while telling the so-called mayor of you-muh to drink it up and get used to the fact 7-Eleven's here to stay.

Oh, right. The whole Free Slurpee thing. Get 'em before the day's over! And while you're at it, you wanna set up your own bonfire elsewhere?

[listenmyguy]

It’s free slurpee day at 711. If you even care.

[monicascot]

"Celebrating 7-Eleven's Birthday with Slurpee Day | Caught on Camera | Uncovering thieves

Join the festivities as we celebrate 7-Eleven's Birthday with Slurpee Day in this thrilling and fun-filled funny video! The entire event is Caught on Camera, but little did we know, there's a twist waiting to be unveiled - Uncovering thieves in the midst of the celebration! Get ready to be amused and amazed as the keyword "funny video" takes you on a journey of laughter and suspense throughout this unforgettable celebration at 7-Eleven.

[304wv66]

9.18.2023 // oops something bad happened here, surely only in the literal sense right, the decay and neglect isn't supposed to be symbolic riGHT???👁👁💦

[short666bread]

2days journal (7/11/23)

[charomiami]

[mossfeed]

also ty guys sm for birthday wishes <3333 i haven’t had a chance to respond to them individually bc i was working all day but i appreciate u guys so much & value our mutualship(/possible friendship if im not overshooting) enormously ✌️❤️

[thoughts-of-caly]

gonna see how many free slurpees i can get today. eight 7-11s in the area not sure i can hit all of them

[loveywon]

IM SO LATE BUT OMFFFFGGGG?????? they r the only reason why love is real

[juiceman1979]

Free slurpee today for 7/11

Today in honor of the 96th birthday of 7/11 there are free slurpees being given out today at 7/11 while supplies last. 7/11 stores were founded in 1927 in Texas as a Small ice store. From there it became a big convenience store offering gas, food and more. The slurpee was invented by Omar knedlik in the early 1960s when he began mixing sodas and putting them in the freezer with ice. They have…

[mattscoquette]

the sound of a door unlocking snapped you out of your trance from your phone, causing you to spring to your feet before you could even think. you heard matt’s voice, along with his brother’s, as they all climbed up the stairs. you bounced over to the top of the landing, waiting to see your boyfriend.

“kid, you’re fucking dumb,” you heard chris say, followed up by matt scoffing.

“i’m not dumb, you’re just a fucking moron and don’t know how to act in meetings.” matt shot back, reaching the top of the stairs. you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a hug, leaning up for a kiss. he quickly ducked down, pressing his mouth to yours quickly before continuing to scold chris. “we don’t look professional when you’re yapping about free slurpee day.”

“maaaatt,” you whined, pouting.

he laughed, looking down at you, reaching his hand up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, quickly kissing you again. you pouted again, about to open your mouth and ask for a real kiss, but chris interrupted you.

“it wasn’t free slurpee day,” chris corrected, “it was bring your own cup day.”

“whatever,” matt rolled his eyes, shooing him off before directing his attention to you again, keeping his one hand on your jaw and the other on your hip.

“matt,” you pleaded, “i want a real-”

you were cut off by the sound of matt’s voice, high pitched and mocking. “matty,” he fake whined, “give me a real kiss.”

“’s not funny,” you said as you watched him laughing.

“you’re right, princess, it isn’t,” he hummed in agreement, sporting a fake pout on his lips to match your real one, “c’mere.”

you stood on your tip toes, reaching up to press your lips against matt. his hand on your hip moved up to cup your jaw, tilting his head to the side and deepening the kiss. your lips curled into a smile as you kissed matt, your arms snaking around his neck as you pressed yourself even further into him. he pulled away momentarily, reconnecting your mouths again in an even more passionate kiss, his bottom lip slotting beneath yours. he pressed a few more quick pecks to your lips, before fully breaking away.

he smiled down at your, your jaw still cupped by his large hands as bis thumb caressed your cheek bone. “better?” he smiled.

© mattscoquette

based on this post from my inbox

[monicascot]

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[lovebugism]

What if reader's friends convince her to go on a date with another guy, and this guy is an absolute jerk? I think reader would call Eddie and ask her to come pick her up - why is every guy an asshole? Except Eddie of course 🖤

ty for requesting :D — grumpy!eddie rescues you from a bad date then offers to take you on a better one (friends to lovers, hurt/comfort ish | 1k)

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The sunset matches the color of your Slurpee. A fiery red and orange hue, like the mango and strawberry concoction in your cup. You sip from the plastic straw and pretend to taste the sky in your mouth — pretending not to notice the pounding bass of Eddie’s van as he peals into the parking lot. 

You sit on the curb and keep your eyes trained on the cracked pavement under your feet. All cool. Like you hadn’t called him for help at all.

“You could’ve been more specific about where you were, you know?” Eddie shouts, punctuating his question with the slam of the car door. His worn sneakers scuff the concrete with each of his rushed strides. You’d almost think he was actually worried about you.

“I told you I was at the payphone by the Seven-Eleven,” you shrug, tilting your chin to look up at the boy when he stands ahead of you.

“There’s four of those,” he argues, with his lanky figure looming over you. He pushes his leather jacket off his sides (which he wears in spite of the summer heat) to put his hands on his hips. “Seriously. I counted ‘em all in the half hour it took me to find you.”

You squint up at him, hardly apologetic after the shit day you’ve had. “Well, sorry for not being more clear,” you spit in a cynical monotone.

“Apology accepted,” Eddie shrugs. He huffs and sits on the curb next to you while you slurp audibly at the slushie in your fist. He leans over to knock your shoulders with his. “What happened?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Figured… Can I have some, at least?”

He’s only partly surprised when you hand over the drink without protest. He takes it in his ringed fist, looks inside to observe its content, then sips at the red straw (trying to ignore the nagging thought that your lips have been where his are now). The strawberry-mango mixture melts quickly on his tongue, foreign and sweet. “’S nice.”

You scoff like you’re owed the compliment. “Right? I let Josh try some earlier, and he said it tasted like shit. I was like, you know what, this is my final fucking straw.”

Eddie’s face screws. He wipes dramatically at his mouth with the back of his hand, hopelessly trying to erase the other asshole’s DNA. “Are you serious?” he mumbles, all annoyed ‘cause you hadn’t thought to warn him beforehand. You don’t seem to understand his meaning, though, as you shrug lazily in response.

“Well, him trying to feel me up in his car was my actual final straw. But then he hated my all-time favorite Slurpee, and I didn’t even want to look at him anymore. I just told him to leave me here.”

The only thing Eddie hates more than putting his mouth where Josh’s has been — other than the thought of Josh taking you on a date at all — is the idea of Josh not treating you right. His chest burns with a withheld rage.

“Are you talking about fucking Josh O.?” he scoffs and passes the styrofoam cup back to you. “Like, the moron from Mr. Mundy’s, Josh O.? That’s who Steve set you up with?”

“Unfortunately,” you grumble and take another sip, more casual about the subtle spit-swapping than the boy beside you had been.

“He was basically setting you up for failure, then. You know that, right?”

“I just wanted a free meal,” you confess quietly.

Eddie squints. His eyes flit from your profile, to your fidgeting hand punching holes in the ice with your straw, and back to your profile again. “Well, did you get one?”

“Yep. We split one burger at the diner.”

A laugh sputters from his pink mouth.

Your head whips to glare at him. “It’s not funny.”

Eddie props his elbow on his knee to hide his smile behind his ringed hand. “I mean… It kinda is, though. ‘Cause even I could buy two meals for us, and I’m basically the brokest fucker in this town.”

“Are you offering?”

His brows pinch. “Offering what?”

“To buy me a burger,” you say in a mousy voice, pretending to be innocent as you peer at him beneath your lashes, all doe-eyed.

“What?” Eddie scoffs through the sparkling in his chest. As a self-proclaimed metalhead, there was absolutely nothing metal about confessing to stupid crushes. “No.”

“Well, it sounds a lot like you’re offering,” you tease before wrapping your lips around the straw of your drink.

“Well, this sounds a lot like talking for someone who doesn’t wanna talk about it,” he mocks.

Your eyes narrow in annoyance. You part from your Slurpee and mumble through the ice on your tongue. “I wasted my quarters on you,” you deadpan.

Eddie rolls his eyes. He rises from the curb with a huff, wincing at the distant ache in his long legs. “C’mon, weirdo. Let’s go,” he urges, towering over you again.

You shake your head, gaze averted, suddenly shy. “I’m okay here.”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m serious, Eds. I don’t feel like going home right now—”

“I’m not taking you home,” he scoffs like it’s obvious. Your eyes flit back to his, suddenly hopeful again, and he tries not to cower. “I’m taking you to the diner. So I can get you a real meal.”

You seem particularly moved by the uncharacteristic act of kindness. “Really?”

“Yes, really— I don’t want you to starve to death,” he grouses, feigning annoyance ‘cause it’s easier than facing his real feelings in the face. “Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”

He walks off ahead of you on long legs, leaving you behind to catch up. But, because he isn’t a total asshole, he opens the squeaking passenger side door for you.

“Can I get a milkshake, too?” you wonder with a scrunched nose, helping yourself onto the cracked pleather seat.

“Don’t push it,” Eddie squints. He goes to shut the door, then catches the pretty pout pinching your features. “Fine,” he groans before slamming it shut.