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I miss my long nails :(

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Watered Down - JTK

WC: 7.6K | Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content! (Vaginal fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, dirty talk, lmk if I missed anything!)

Your friend is wasting all your hot water, but if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?

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What is taking him so long in there?

You shifted again on the edge of your bed while the steady rainfall from the shower across the hall droned on. After the soft click of the door closing, water had begun running almost the second you’d woken up, inhibiting you from your morning duties, and the little culprit had yet to emerge. 

After the usual depraved nonsense that you got up to with Jake on a Friday evening, he’d looked at you, upside-down and disoriented from the indented couch cushion, with his sleepy puppy dog eyes, asking if he could just stay the night. 

“Don’ wanna drive,” he’d mumbled into the throw pillow, already tugging your throw blanket off the back of the cushions. As if his driving was even on the table in his current state. 

As if you could deny him, so adorably snuggled up to your wrinkled, inside-out, oversized hoodie, balled up like a makeshift teddy bear under his chin. Besides, your sleepy, intoxicated partner in crime had already fluttered his obnoxiously long eyelashes closed, soft snores rumbling out of his button nose occasionally. You’d sat there, back against the footrest of the lazy boy with your knees supporting your chin, just watching him for longer than you can remember or care to think about. 

But as you wiggled again, the pressure of your bladder screaming at you for relief, you cursed at the bastard currently occupying your only bathroom. 

Seriously, who showered for… you checked your phone for the time. 

34 minutes? 

He may be diligent about hygiene, but he was still just a man, after all. There’s only so much grooming he could do, especially in YOUR shower. 

Whimpering with discomfort, and a little irritability, you shoved off the bed, shuffling to the bathroom door. 

“Jacob! Y’almost done?” you called, listening for a second. 

Silence. 

You huffed, bringing your knuckles to the door, rapping at the wood quickly. 

“Jake, c’mon, I gotta pee,” you tried again, shifting your weight. 

Still, you heard nothing but the white noise of the overhead fan and the shower. You shoved down a brief flutter of worry when a faint mumbled curse echoed off the tub walls. 

He hadn’t drowned, then. 

Well, you had tried to get his attention, to warn him. And the shower curtain was opaque, it’s not like you’d see anything. You reasoned he had made his own bed by being a little shower hog. 

You twisted the knob, cracking the door open, immediately affronted with steam. Knocking the door frame again for good measure, you called again, “Jake?”

This time, Jake gasped, startled behind the curtain, making you giggle an apology after his shout of surprise, pushing the door open. 

“What- Hey! I’m- …showering in here,” he cried, the shower curtain rings clanging as he stretched it to each end, sealing the corners to your eyes. 

“Yeah, no shit, for the last four hours. I’m dying here, Jacob, do you remember how much we drank last night?” Flipping up the toilet lid, you unbuttoned your pants. “Don’t look,” you ordered. 

Jake scoffed, sounding a little winded, strained. “Not a problem,” he retorted. 

Shoving your sleep pants down, you quickly relieved yourself, trying not to think too hard about your naked, totally platonic, definitely no tension between you at all, best friend behind the thin curtain. 

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve avoided an interaction this weirdly intimate by all costs, but Jake was your best friend at the end of the day. He’d held your hair as you’d thrown up, he’d nursed you through a nasty bout of flu with his homemade soup and medicine, he’d been the one to rip the wax strip off your leg when you got too scared of the pain. 

You guys were unshakeable, you knew he wasn’t gonna wig out from you relieving yourself. 

That said, you could tell he was just standing there, rigid behind the curtain as you speedily made yourself decent and closed the lid. “You know, you didn’t have to stop just because I had to pee,” you chuckled. 

“I can’t- will you get out of here so I can just get out?” He sighed. 

Something in his tone sounded defeated, frustrated. You furrowed your brow, eyeing the curtain. “Wait, what’s the matter?” 

Barking a humorless laugh, Jake fired back, “That’s a joke, right?” 

“Hey, don’t be mean, I’m sorry I interrupted your precious shower time, Princess,” you bit back. “It’s not my fault there’s only one bathroom.”

Jake was quiet for a second, and you were seconds away from apologizing again before he replied incredulously, “I’m not- no, not because you had to pee, you goose.” 

Chuckling, you crossed your arms. “Okay, well! What then?” 

Jake’s shadow shuffled awkwardly behind the curtain, scoffing again awkwardly. 

“Sweetheart. C’mon. Put two and two together, please.” He snapped his fingers impatiently. 

Your eyes suddenly widened, and you blushed furiously, your grip tightening around your own arm as you rubbed awkwardly up and down your sleeve. “oh-“ you coughed, “you- …oh.” 

Jake snorted. “Finally she clues in.” 

“Well how was I supposed to know?!” You started giggling, a quick peek in the fogged up mirror confirming the pink flush adorning your cheeks. 

Jake laughed, slapping a hand to his forehead. “How could you not know?” 

“Well why are you- why in the shower?” 

“I didn’t think you’d appreciate seeing that on your couch!” 

You giggled again, rubbing at your cheek shyly, biting your lip. Definitely not thinking about it, absolutely not thinking about…

Jake continued, “I mean, I didn’t think you’d appreciate seeing it at all, but you are still fucking standing there-“ 

“Did you finish?” 

“…No, I didn’t fucking finish,” he hissed teasingly, “and if you’re not gonna join me in here, then kindly get out.” You could hear the mirthful smile in his voice, and knowing your best friend like you did, you knew he was fully expecting you to take his joke at face value and to leave him alone with a final comeback. 

That nagging best-friend-intuition was also sounding alarm bells though. Because as he joked, long-suffering ire in his voice, you also detected a rough edge beneath the surface. 

With the completely and utter faith that nothing would be catastrophic enough to scare Jake off at this point, you threw caution to the wind. 

“What if… what if I do join you?” 

Jake hesitated, before chuckling shyly. “…oh, shut up,” he disbelievingly teased. 

You blushed, “No, Jake, I-…” you giggled nervously, shyly finishing, “I’m serious. Y’know, if- if you are.” 

Another pause, and you couldn’t remember ever being so nervous in your life until-

“Uhh… y-yeah. Yeah, okay,” his breathy voice gaining confidence, “get in here, then.” 

Heart pounding, you grinned, “yeah?” 

He chuckled, his shape behind the curtain moving, presumably rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, c’mon in, darling, the water’s fine,” he flirted nervously.

You breathed in deep, mindfully relaxing your tense shoulders, and tugged your shirt over your head. You kept your eyes poised on the curtain, pushing your sleep shorts and your panties down your legs. You kicked them into a small pile, hidden off to the side, feeling shy about that for some reason.

Quietly, you approached and curled your hand around the edge of the curtain and grinned shyly, “Kay, close your eyes.” 

He laughed on the other side of the vinyl sheet, “What? Why?” 

“Cause I’m shy!” you defended, “just do it.”

Jake snickered, “…they’re closed, I promise.” 

You pulled the curtain back, keeping your eyes firmly at eye level as you stepped in, sliding it shut behind you. Your eyes settled on his dripping chestnut hair, curling up in the humidity as it hung in dark tendrils down Jake’s tanned shoulders, his back muscles flexing as he held his hand over his eyes. 

He turned his head carefully with his eyelids squeezed shut, blindly looking over his shoulder, his lips were curled up in a boyish smirk, his cheeks warm from the shower, and maybe (hopefully) from your presence. 

You stood before him, careful not to let yourself accidentally brush against him, biting your lip as you struggled not to let your eyes dip below his chest. He turned his body fully, facing you and grinning wider, which made your breath catch in your throat as nothing stopped you now from looking down if you wanted.

“Can I open my eyes now?” His voice had taken on a flirty, raspy quality, one you hadn’t personally been privy to before. It made your cheeks hot. 

You took a slow breath, nodding. “Yeah, you can- you can look.” 

He parted his ring and middle finger, peeking between his fingers to scan your face. “Yeah?” he confirmed softly, grinning. 

You giggled softly, nodding at his sweet demeanour. “Yeah,” you whispered.

His hand lowered to his side, and you watched his throat as he swallowed, then you blushed harder as his eyes slowly descended from the rigid eye contact. 

You felt his heated gaze searing into your skin, and you stood there, allowing yourself to be engulfed in his fiery, admiring gaze. It travelled down your neck, past your collarbones, his eyes lingered around your chest for a moment. He subtly licked his lips, quickly glancing down the rest of your body before glancing back up to your blushing, patiently waiting face. 

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he softly confessed, boyish, sweet and shy.

The soft burst of laughter that arose from you was born purely of the nervous energy flipping in your tummy. He cracked a grin at the sound, and your voice was surprisingly steady when you teased, “You’ve imagined?”

His head turned to the side, eyes casted down as his grin widened and he shrugged one shoulder. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You gave him a crooked smile, “Mhmm… I’ve always figured you’d be gorgeous too.”

His cheeks flushed pink and his eyes couldn’t quite seem to hold your gaze, flickering down to your lips repeatedly, making you feel even more of that restless, butterfly inducing energy.

Curiosity finally winning over, you did some visual exploration of your own, biting your lip as you stood with him beneath the fall of water. You traced your eyes down his chest, the plush abdomen decorated with that enticing wispy trail of hair. 

You swallowed down your nerves as you felt Jake’s hands tentatively come to rest on your hips, and then you looked down at his very-much-still-aroused dick, water droplets running down the length of his thick shaft, falling from the tip of his swollen head that was the prettiest shade of pink. 

You took a shaky breath, Jake’s fingers squeezing reflexively at your sides at the sound. Your face shot back up to his, the heated tension skyrocketing. 

Jake lifted his brows with a questioning, almost challenging look. You shakily exhaled, answering that challenge by bring your hand up to rest over his chest. It was hot to the touch, his soft skin wet and sweet smelling, and beneath it, his heartbeat was racing just as fast as yours. His dark eyelashes fluttered at your touch but stayed open, watching your face in lustful curiosity, seeming to search for your approval, for a positive response. 

You offered a shy smirk, flickering your eyes between his. “So…”

He grinned shyly, “So…”

You giggled quietly, and his smile widened, his thumbs swiping gently over your hips where he gripped you. 

“… I don’t wanna like, say the wrong thing here,” he chuckled. “Not really sure what this… is.” 

You tucked your chin down, giggling shyly. “I don’t know either, really. I guess it’s whatever you want it to be,” you looked up at him through your lashes. 

He analysed your face for a moment, licking his lip again. God, could he knock that off before you fainted? 

“Whatever I want it to be?” He quietly repeated. 

Your hand moved, slipping your hand up over his shoulder, wrapping around the back of his neck, and it seemed to convey the hint to him clearly enough to give him the courage to ask,

“In that case…” he swallowed, meeting your eyes, “can I kiss you?” 

Your stomach flipped, your face burned hot, and you pushed through the jackhammering of your heart to give him a shy but eager little nod, ever so slightly urging him with the hand on the back of his neck. 

His breath stuttered, and he leaned in, carefully gaging your face until the last moment, your eyes fluttering shut in sync and his lips pressing warm and wet to yours. 

Your free hand settled on his soft side, and that was what seemed to click this whole thing for the both of you. Jake’s heart raced anew beneath your other hand, and he parted his lips, returning to the kiss with a deeper slide, your faces angling into place. 

Behind your eyelids, there wasn’t the fireworks or explosions of energy you’d read about. There was only Jake, coursing through your adrenaline jacked veins. Jake’s skin beneath your hands, Jake’s hair barely tickling your cheek as he leaned farther above you in his growing boldness, Jake’s hand squeezing your hip tightly as he let his other hand wander up your back. 

He sighed through his nose with the softest little “Mm” of satisfaction, your throat responding with a quiet whine of your own instinctively. His hands kneaded the flesh at your waist, and his hot breath and his satin lips owning yours overwhelmed you in the best way.

All was Jake, but as you poured your relief and want into this hot, wet kiss, you kept coming back for more - you wanted all of him, pressing you against the shower wall, taking over every one of your senses. 

But he was still holding on to that tiny bit of distance between his front and yours, and in your kiss-muddled brain, you couldn’t quite grasp why, which was why you used your leverage with your arm around his shoulder to press your chest against his without really thinking. 

It was then that you felt the most pressing evidence of just how much this was affecting him, poking hard and hot just under your navel. 

The combined sensation of your chest squishing against his and his tip skimming the skin of your abdomen drew out the most knee-buckling whimper of surprise out of Jake. You barely had time to drink in the sound of it before he was sweetly but firmly pushing you back. Your eyes opened to the sight of his lip tucked tightly beneath his teeth and his brows furrowed with tortured desire. 

Your jaw fell open for a stunned moment, suddenly realizing what just happened, and you blushed hotter, mumbling, “I-I’m sorry, Jake-“

“No!” he cut you off, quickly shaking his head and cupping your cheek, his own face flushed bright with embarrassment. “Don’t- no apologizing. This is… it’s good, I just,” he floundered for words, eyes darting between yours as his cheeks blushed pinker still. 

Not confident in your own voice – still dizzy with want from the brush of his cock, if you were honest - you simply blinked up at him, patiently but nervously waiting, and his demeanour seemed to soften as he looked down at you. You noticed how he was shifting his weight as his eyes unfocused for a moment, the restlessness of his hips making you crack a smirk.

He mirrored it, and you quirked an eyebrow at him playfully, “Worked up, huh?” 

You had no idea where this boldness came from, but Jake’s pupils dilated in response to your challenging quip, and he huffed a shy laugh, leaning a tiny bit closer. “Maybe a little.”

You innocently shifted your own hips forward, just enough to cause his tip to graze your middle once again, and you bit your lip as his jaw popped open, his eyes darting down at the contact.

“Nothing about that is little,” you breathed. 

Jake’s eyes flew up to yours, wide and shocked for a moment until his expression slowly morphed into a hesitant but dirty smirk. 

That is, until your shower decided it wasn’t going to waste hot water any longer while you two finally worked out the tension between you. Jake, whose body had been mostly shielding you from the spray of water, jolted suddenly with a yelp, scrambling away from the showerhead, rushing to turn around and shut off the faucet. 

“Jesus fuck,” he hissed, shuddering from the temperature shock as the water stopped. 

You burst into giggles, and Jake awkwardly laughed as he straightened up. The bubble had burst, but you were honestly a little relieved to have dorky Jake back, as you watched him open the shower curtain and lean out to grab a towel for you both. 

His smile was crooked as he faced you again, stepping close and wrapping the towel behind you, draping it over your shoulders. He hesitated when your eyes met, almost as if he wasn’t sure if you still wanted to keep going now that the moment had been so jarringly disrupted. 

No way you were letting this go, though. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, and as matter of factly as you could, you told him, “See, now would be when you should kiss me again.”

His face drooped into an adorably goofy smile, and he teased softly as he leaned in, “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” you giggled, lifting your chin invitingly as he obliged you with a gentle kiss. 

When he pulled back, you met his eyes, and he smiled wide, casting his eyes down shyly.

“I gotta say, I did not think today was gonna go like this,” he admitted with a chuckle, drying off his chest. 

You smirked, toweling off your hair and trying not to be too shy about it when you re-wrapped your towel around your body and stepped out. “How d’you mean?” you sarcastically replied. 

He laughed, stepping out after you onto the bathmat, the two of you crowded together, swaddled in your respective towels as you dripped onto the fuzzy rug. “Oh you know,” he wrinkled his nose playfully, “just, going from, pathetically jerking off in your shower to the thought of you, to kissing you naked? That little thing?”

Your jaw dropped, and you giggled in shock, blinking up at him as you blushed hot for the hundredth time. “…the thought of me?” you squeaked.

Jake’s brows furrowed above his disbelieving eyes, smirking at you, “…you knew that…”

You shook your head, biting your lip as your stomach flipped. 

Jake’s face fell a little bit, his own blush returning. “What?”

You squirmed under his gaze, chuckling shyly, “…What?”

He huffed an almost teasing laugh, “Darling, you have  to have known I like you,” he insisted, smiling in disbelief.

Your whole abdomen erupted with butterflies, and you giggled nervously, “No! How could I have known that!”

He reached up to cup your face as he laughed gently, “You got in the shower with me! Why would you have done that if you didn’t know?”

You flushed hot at the reminder, and let your forehead fall into his shoulder, his arms looping around you fondly in reassurance as you chuckled into his skin. “Cause I- I like you, and I wanted…you,” you finished lamely. 

His voice was cheeky and smug above you, “You like me?”

You smirked, sighing and mumbling, “Yes, Jacob,” against his shoulder. 

He lowered his face beside your ear, practically purring, “…and you want me?”

You sucked on your bottom lip, nodding into the cavern of his neck, and he took your chin, lifting you out of your little hollow to look at you. 

“What exactly do you want?” he pried, still smiling but the tone of his voice growing more serious. He held your shy gaze, and you squirmed nervously, “a lot of things.”

He leaned forward, hovering over your face and stealing your breath away. “Like what?”

You hesitated, and he closed the gap between you to kiss your lips sweetly. Your eyes closed, and as he slowly pulled away, he whispered, “You can have it, whatever you want. Just tell me.”

You snaked your arms around his neck and shoulders, holding him in close to ease your nerves as you gave him your answer against his lips, “I want to touch you… want you to touch me.”

He swallowed, and blew out a shaky breath, nodding subtly as he seemed to gather his remaining composure. “Do you wanna do that, in your room maybe?” 

You blushed, nodding up at him as he pulled away gently, and he gave you an excited but reassuring smile. “Okay then. Let’s fool around,” he joked, making you giggle with bubbling excitement. 

“Are we teenagers?” you teased, following him across the hall into your room, watching him pause by the bed. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, and your eyes were drawn to the flex of his arm muscles, leading down his front to where the towel he’d wrapped around his waist hung threateningly loose. 

You looked back up and realized he was eyeing you the same way, making you bite back a wanton sigh. 

Jake glanced at the bed and back to you questioningly, his hands toying with the towel. Adorably nervous, he chuckled, “Um… should I- should I leave this on, or…?”

You giggled, flustered, “You can if you want to.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “I’m asking if you want me naked on your bed.” 

You brought your hand to your mouth, biting at your thumb to channel the rush of lust coursing through your body. “Yeah,” you confirmed, and he nodded quickly, careful in his movements as he unwrapped his hips, laying down on your bed as he dropped the towel to the floor. You stared as he settled in your mess of sheets, hair splayed out on your pillow, as he wrapped his hand over his erect cock. 

He bit his lip and looked over at you, raising his eyebrows, and you followed his lead, walking over and loosening the tuck of your towel until it dropped around your feet. Jakes eyes raked over your body, and you swallowed a groan as he shifted his palm over his cock, eyeing you up. “You gonna join me?” he asked, voice husky. 

You glanced at the limited space on your bed, softly asking, “Where should I…”

He let go of his erection, smoothing his hands over his thighs invitingly. “Wanna get on top of me?”

The rush of wet heat between your legs made your knees feel wobbly, and you couldn’t suppress a quiet whimper this time. Jake sighed, “yeah?” he licked his lips, “C’mere honey.”

You carefully brought a knee up beside him, crawling over him as you swung a leg over his hips, your chest close to his face. His cheeks were pink, lips shining with spit from licking them, and you hovered over him, not resting your hips just yet, unsure. 

His eyes bore into yours intensely, and he grasped your waist, hands roaming up and down your sides soothingly, sweet and chaste. “This okay?” he murmured. 

You nodded, adjusting the way you held yourself up so that your chest leaned down flush with his. Jake bit his lip hard, his eyes unfocusing for a second. Carefully, his hands came to grip your hips, fingertips digging into your ass. He ever so gently gave a little tug - not moving you, merely inviting you to - sweetly asking, “You wanna sit?” 

Your eyes fluttered shut for a second, sighing quietly, and you mumbled, “Yeah, can I?”

Jake nodded up at you, smiling, easing your nerves. You lowered your hips, and felt him, hot and thick and hard, nestling into the wet heat of your folds. 

Jake’s eyes fluttered, almost rolling back at the sensation, his hands flexing at your sides. “Oh sweet Jesus-“

You let out a flustered little giggle, feeling deliriously turned on at the feeling, rolling your hips over him slightly. Jake’s brows knit tightly, and he gave an absentminded little smirk as he subtly arched against you, helping in the wave like motion of your grinding. 

“Fuck… Jake,” you shut your eyes, blushing as you teased him, “You’re so hard.”

He whined, and you opened your eyes, nearly blacking out with lust at the look on his face, so helplessly needy below you. His lips were parted, and his eyes trained on the gentle sway of your chest as you rocked against him. You bit your lip, glancing down and grabbing his hand from your side, and guiding it up to your chest. 

Jake bucked into you, cupping and squeezing your boob, and it sent his head gliding over your clit just right. You moaned, and Jake’s jaw dropped open, catching on a rough sigh. 

You were soaking him, and his cock started making obscene wet sounds as it drove through your folds. He kneaded your chest, bringing his other hand up to join, and you planted your hands on his chest as you sped up your hips. 

“Baby-“ he cried out, wincing in pleasure, gritting his teeth as you came to a reluctant stop. 

He panted, fluttering his eyes open to look at you, groaning softly the second they focused on the sight of you on top of him. “Fuck,” he breathed. 

You reached up, smiling shyly as you brushed his hair back. “Did you… wanna stop?”

He shook his head, grinning up at you, eyes glazed over, “Fuck no.”

You giggled, teasingly wiggling your hips over him, and his hands shot to your waist, furiously trying to hold you still as he gasped. 

Bashfully, he smiled, not quite meeting your eyes. “Don’t want this to be over yet,” he admitted.

“Oh,” you nodded, pleased with how much you affected him. “What should we do now, then?” 

He took a breath, and then sighed out, “I really want to touch you… can I?”

Jakes face… he watched for your response with such an intense expression. Like if he looked away from you he’d die. And when you took a shaky breath and muttered, “Yeah, Jakey,”.

Jake let out another sigh, seemingly winded by the desire both in your voice and brewing inside him, and he held you firm as he rolled you both over to your sides, trapping you between the wall and him on your bed. You giggled softly from the tumble, shifting to get comfortable alongside his smiling face. 

He glanced down once you’d settled, gently cupping the underside of your thigh and guiding your leg up to hitch around his waist. You felt deliriously exposed, your centre parted and spread open, centimetres from his cock. 

He let his hand smooth up, around the curve of your ass, where his hand lingered and squeezed gently as he lifted his gaze to you through his damp lashes. “This okay?” He murmured sweetly.

The grip this boy had on your heart… you felt bulldozed by his beauty. The tip of his nose, the shape of his cheekbones, the lines of past joy faint in the corner of his eyes. How anybody can look so entirely perfect, you’d never know, but the living proof stood leaning over you, examining you with just as much loving wonder as you felt. 

Drinking in every corner of your face as you gave him a little nod, his muscles shifted beneath your hand as he moved his arm between your bodies. His fingertips, tough and rugged, brushed featherlight at your inner thigh, his knuckles grazing the other leg. Your skin tingled, and your clit gave an aching twitch as the air between your mouths grew humid and shaky with both yours and Jakes nervous breaths. 

Then, his middle finger pad made slick contact with your clit. His lips parted in shock, surprised perhaps that he’d really gotten this far, or surprised by the nearly embarrassing layer of wetness coating your cunt. 

“Baby,” Jake choked out, his fingertip circling your hardened clit once, twice, hand shaking slightly. You stared up at him, brows knit and tilted up in the middle, your lips parted in a silent moan. His eyes darted back and forth between yours, “you’re so… wet…” 

The first shaky sound whimpered past your lips, drawn out by his callused digits, and you wrapped your fingers around his wrist.

“Fuck,” Jake croaked, hungry. Growing confidence, his fingers flattened and pressed side by side and began slipping in loose circles. 

You whined through your nose, sucking on your bottom lip through the electric sparks of pleasure and adrenaline. “Jake…” you mumbled, rolling slightly into his touch. 

Jake nodded slowly, hypnotized, his eyes never leaving yours, “Gorgeous,” he whispered, breathless. 

It clearly never occurred to either of you that you were equally as worked up as he was, and you felt yourself already tightening up as an orgasm simmered on the horizon. But you held off, feeling Jake’s fingers move lower, and he murmured a quick, “Can I?” waiting for your nod before sinking two callused fingers slow and deep inside. 

“Uh- fuck,” you scratched at his arm, clenching around his fingers as they gently withdrew, curling against the perfect spot as they pulled out, pushing back inside slickly. 

Jake swallowed hard, eyes locked on your face, tracing each twitch of your expression as his erection throbbed between your bodies. “You’re so fuckin tight, babe,” his voice broke weakly, and you whined at him, “Faster?”

His fingers started pumping steadily, and the heel of his hand caught your clit just right with each thrust. You groaned, arching against his hand. You held his wrist to your clit, practically humping his hand as his fingers sunk into you perfectly.

Gritting your teeth, you groaned, “Please keep going-!”

He nodded, eagerly watching you and not changing a thing, unravelling you embarrassingly quickly. 

“You cumming?” he breathed, sounding wonderstruck, breathless and so enthusiastic, seamlessly picking up to the pace that you guided him to. With a long, broken whine of yes’s, you stuttered on his hand, inwardly singing his praises that he doubled down and kept fucking those perfect long fingers into you even when your body convulsed. He gradually slowed his hand as you came down, relaxing and twitching around his digits, panting and half-heartedly rolling into him, riding out the last little waves. 

He never withdrew his fingers, even when you finally fluttered your eyes open at him, smiling wide and breathless. He swallowed hard, keeping his fingers buried in your heat, just barely curling them as he leaned forward to kiss you. After your orgasm, it felt even naughtier, just letting him soak his fingers in you as he kissed you with desperation. 

You clenched around him, and he whimpered softly into your mouth, sinking his fingers impossibly deeper, making a wet suction noise when he pulled them out slowly. 

Your whine made him suck a breath in against your lips, and your eyes fluttered open as he pulled away slightly, his fingers flying to his mouth in his desperation. His eyes burned into yours, lips enveloping his fingers and sucking your wetness from his skin, and his eyes ever so slightly rolled back under his drooped eyelids. 

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until your lungs burned suddenly, forcing you to exhale heavily. As Jake’s eyes refocused on yours, you grabbed his wrist, shoving it down to his side and cupping his face with both hands, pulling him into a desperate kiss. 

He moaned, low and long into your mouth, and you could feel the confidence boost your orgasm had given him, his kisses bolder and hungrier, along with the languid sweep of his tongue over your bottom lip. 

His hand slipped up your side, smoothing over your curves and coming to rest just under the swell of your breast before he cupped it and kneaded gently at the flesh. He let out another sweet moan from the back of his throat, thumb swiping over your nipple, and your body jerked slightly at the jolt of pleasure. Jake’s lips stretched into a smile, his forehead leaning against yours as you panted against each other’s grins. 

Eyes casted down shyly, you murmured his name. 

“Yeah, baby?” he matched your soft tone, the pet name making you blush and grin girlishly. 

“Um,” you bit your lip happily, running your hand down his neck and chest, “my turn now?”

Under your palm, his heart rate picked up, and he licked his lips, his breath shaky as he inhaled and gave you a little nod, “If- yeah, if you want to-“

You brushed your lips against his, your hand slipping lower between your bodies. “I want to if you want me to.”

He huffed a flustered little chuckle, rosy cheeked and gentle as he adorably rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “I want anything you feel like doing to me.”

You answered with a wide crooked grin, leaning your forehead further against his and angling your chin down, wanting to see the mouth-watering thickness between his legs when you touched it. It lay against his thigh, full and flushed, the very tip of his head glistening with a bead of his own arousal. Jake looked down to watch as well, foreheads pressed tight together, maintaining the connection of your flushed faces as you brushed the back of your fingers down his soft tummy.

You shyly extended a single finger, tracing the pad of it down the length of him, heart pounding, hearing Jake suck in a sharp breath, squirming his hips a little at the teasing touch. His cock twitched, making you bite your lip, and you carefully picked him up, wrapping your fingers around his thick, warm shaft. He let out a shuddery sigh as you stroked him up and down once, twice, letting your wrist twist a little on the third pull. He bit his lip hard, failing to muffle a low moan, and his eyelashes fluttered in your peripheral vision. 

Missing his beautiful, reactive face, you brushed a sweet kiss against his parted lips and pulled away just far enough to focus your eyes on his expression of tortured need.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, blinking at you sluggishly with the faintest little smirk tugging at his lips. “Feels good,” he rasped. 

You raised your brows at him, a wordless yeah? He grinned lazily, brows furrowing suddenly when you swiped your thumb over his tip. “O-oh,” he stuttered, eyes closing as his lips parted, thrusting into your grip a little. 

You watched in lustful awe as you both found a rhythm, his breaths coming heavier from his chest, desperately committing the glide of his skin over his solid shaft to memory. His pink head slipping through the opening of your fist, the ridge of his head against your palm, his thighs clenching beneath your hand with each pump. 

Before you realized it, you breathed, “You’re so fuckin’ hot, Jake.”

He hissed through his teeth, bucking into your hand, his eyes fluttering open only halfway to peer at you through those long dark lashes. He shot you a shaky smirk. “You like this?” His flirty voice rumbled. 

Sucking in your bottom lip, you nodded, twisting your fist over him. He groaned softly, reaching down to wrap his hand around your fist, taking control for a moment as he tightened your grip and sped up your hand. He stared into your eyes, his brows tipping up in the middle as his jaw fell open and a sinful moan poured out of his mouth. Gaze flicking between your eyes, he panted, “You’re hot, babe.” He groaned softly. “Fuck, your hand is so soft,” he chuckled breathlessly. 

You smiled, and he subconsciously mirrored it, his pupils dilated wide and dark. 

You couldn’t help your wandering mind, watching him squirm and pant under your touch, wanting to watch it from above him. You pondered for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in your fist before quietly prodding him. 

“Jakey?”

He took a shaky breath, “What honey?” he searched your face as your hand slowed, his abdomen tensing in anxious anticipation, “Do you wanna stop? It’s okay-“

You shook your head, “No, I don’t wanna stop, I just… I wanna…”

He relaxed (well, as much as he could given your hand was still lazily jerking him), and he raised his brows at you patiently. 

You blushed, tearing your eyes away from his inquisitive ones, “Do you wanna like…” you smirked shyly, your tone emphasizing the meaning behind your words, “keep going?”

His stunned face seemed to lag for a moment, but his cock gave an eager, strong twitch in your hand, giving him away. You squeezed it back, almost in response, and he jerked slightly, blinking quickly, quietly rasping, “What- uh, how do you mean?” 

He knew, and you knew he knew, but you elaborated anyway just to watch his face. 

“D’you wanna fuck me?”

Jake’s cock twitched again, more insistently, and it made you smile crookedly at him as he swallowed hard, carding his shaky fingers through your hair. “God, yes, honey, I do,” he breathed on a broken sigh. “How, uhh…” he trailed off, eyes nervously but eagerly searching the space around you, and you knew he trying to ask how you wanted him. 

“Do you think, maybe…” you paused, eyes dipping down his body and trailing back up, “…I could ride you?”

It was worth it to bear the mild embarrassment of saying the words when his chest nearly heaved with the groan he let out, hips bucking helplessly into your loosened grip. 

He nodded quickly, trying to gather his composure, “I-yeah, yes, I’d- I’d like that. If you want,” he rushed out. 

You nodded, gently petting his cock once more then pulling your fingers away as you rose up on your elbow, gently rolling him onto his back. 

He let out a low sigh of wonderment as you swung your leg over his hips, settling yourself quickly back into your previous position, and his jaw clenched when you wet him again through your opening. 

You held him up against your clit with your hand, creating a tighter slip through your lips, and his neck arched, an almost pained sounding whimper choking out of him. 

“You want it?” you murmured, mesmorized with his beauty beneath you. He stole your breath away as those deep, sparkling eyes focused on your own, muttering under his breath, “Please?”

Nodding swiftly, you lifted up on your knees a bit, holding eye contact as you centered his head at your entrance and slowly lowered down over his cock. 

As he sank into you, his eyes rolled back into his head, eyelids fluttering closed and lips parting in a sinful whine. His hands gripped your hips tight, instinctively lifting his hips, rolling himself into you and meeting you halfway. 

Fully sheathed inside, your hips wouldn’t cooperate and stay still like you intended. You immediately started a slow roll against him, using his smooth, soft chest to balance as the stretch of him inside gave way to the delicious pressure.

With both of you as wound up as you were, he certainly wasn’t complaining when your pace sped up into a steady bounce on top of him. 

Blinking up at you through his pleasure-wracked expression, he bit his lip hard, watching you move for a moment before groaning softly, “Fuck, baby… y’know what?”

“Mm?” was all you could manage to squeak out, your nails digging into his chest. 

Jake swallowed hard, moaning softly before finishing, “You look so fucking good sitting on my cock.” 

You felt your body heat up from your cheeks to your core, responding to him with a tight clench of your walls around his shaft. He hissed, desperately sinking his fingers into the flesh of your hips. “Ah, fuck-“ 

“You look good underneath me,” you panted, smirking down at his tensed up face. 

He gave you a weak smirk, sweaty brow furrowed in pleasure. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t-“ His jaw fell open with a sharp whine as you clenched tight around him again.

Leaning down over him, you rode him a little slower and deeper, making both of you groan softly. 

“Can’t what, Jakey?” you murmured. 

Bringing a hand up and threading it through your hair, he locked eyes with you. “Can’t believe we didn’t do this before.”

You blushed a little, smiling as you casted your eyes down, flustered even as you felt him plunging deep between your legs. “Probably cause you’re my best friend?” 

He made you smile wider with his breathless, sexy little giggle, “You’re my best friend too… doesn’t mean I don’t think about it.”

“Dirty boy,” you playfully murmured, slowing down to an almost standstill over him. He took the opportunity to smack your ass, grinning up at you when you gasped. “You don’t know the half of it, baby. Keep fucking me, c’mon.” 

With a playful but flustered giggle, you goaded him, “Say please.”

Shooting you the filthiest, fucked out smirk, he gave your ass another smack and positively moaned out, “Please, please fuck me, baby?”

Your brows knit tight, and you started circling your hips over him, sending him dragging over your sweet spot, drawing a cry from your chest. 

He whimpered beneath you, watching your face contort with each thrust. His eyes trailed down your body to where you kept him buried inside you, the sight making his breath catch and his heart pound even faster. His cock glistened each time you lifted your hips, drenched with your wetness. He’d done that, he thought, you were that wet for him. Your whimpers and moans, combined with the visual, all on top of his feelings for you rising to the surface, he felt that familiar aching heat growing quickly.

“Getting close, babe,” he all but whimpered, jaw clenching as his hands shook around your hips.

Grinding your clit into his pubic bone with each bounce, you nodded fast and delirious, desperately whining as your pace faltered in your blind need. “Fuck yes, please, I wanna watch you cum Jakey… I wanna make your eyes roll back, I wanna feel how hot and wet it feels inside me, Jakey, please baby-“

With a deafening groan, his hands on your hips squeezed hard, slamming you down onto his cock harder and faster, his knees bending to plant his feet and fuck himself back into you. You cried out, face falling into the crook of his neck, sobbing out your pleasure into his shoulder and biting at it as your high built up closer and closer. 

Jake whined and huffed by your ear, thighs shaking uncontrollably as he arched his neck, head pressing into the pillow. You squeezed and clenched around him, pleading pathetically, “I’m cumming, oh-! I’m cumming, don’t fucking stop, please please-“ 

He nodded his head rapidly, hips never ceasing as he brought one sweaty hand to your hair, tugging your head back and bringing your lips to his, kissing you fiercely as you panted and cried into his mouth. “All over my cock, c’mon baby.” His jaw clenched, and his hand migrated to your jaw, gripping it and gritting harshly against your lips, “Fucking cum for me!” 

Lips melted and locked with yours in a searing kiss, you came, tight and quaking around his thick pumping cock, your contracting walls squeezing and milking Jake over the edge of his own orgasm. He groaned, broken and animalistic, furiously bucking into your sopping wet heat, slapping against your thighs as he fucked you both through the waves of pleasure. 

You finally started to unclench and relax, Jake’s hips slowing into intermittent jerks as he twitched inside you. His chest heaved beneath you, matching yours, your whole body melting into his. 

“Holy… fuck…” he panted under his breath, and you could hear his tired smile in his voice. 

“Mmm,” you hummed your resounding agreement. You tucked your face into his neck and snaked your fingers up into his sweaty hair. His arms wrapped around you, one snuggling you into him from around your back, the other tightly wrapped around your waist, and carefully, he limply rolled you both onto your sides, where he lazily grasped and brought the blankets you’d shoved down back up over your waists. 

He wordlessly drew you into his chest, nuzzling his cheek into yours, nose buried in your hair as you both slowly caught your breath. As you came back to earth, you felt safer than you’d ever felt, clutched so tight to his body. 

Other than your slowing heartbeats and breaths, it was comfortably silent for quite some time. You were dreamily enjoying being held in Jake’s arms for the moment, focusing on the rhythmic breeze of his breaths tickling your hair and his fingers occasionally kneading and rubbing at your skin, almost as if in reminder of what had just happened.

And sure, there were things that should probably be said, but you were at peace with the unspoken feelings in the air for now. 

Unspoken, that is, until Jake shyly, sleepily, and whisper-quietly, mumbled into your neck.

“Hey…”

“Mm?” you hummed in response.

“I fucking love you.”

You smiled, bright and giddy and completely and utterly in love with him. “I love you, too,” you breathed back, quiet and tender, feeling the movement of his cheek muscles as he beamed into your hair, nuzzling you sweetly.

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making posts to be added to pinned n updated for kitty help understanding self ! this first one ,

bADL / iADL can / cant do list !!

bADL :

bath - unable get to by self (unable walk to + make due to sound + need help wash hair need monitor if too hot because heart can spike make sick)

toilet - cannot get to self need carry, need be remind go need incontinence item if baba not around in case accident

dressing - can often do self if helped pick what but benefit lot from help with buttons or similar . some day NEED help do because fatigue / tremors / etc and if not get unable wear things . smaller buttons harder issue but kitty has found childrens clothes help because made for people with less coordination

walking - unable do unless small small small amounts very unsafe unsteady risk fall trip convulsion not consistent at all. (need be carried or use wheelchair for most thing because risk convulsion spasm dangerous tic bedbound most time)

eating mostly unable use utensil self use cup self without straw lid safe have be watched if not soft food risk of mild choking even with meds (have convulsions tics spasms still , have throwing tics and spasms convulsions make hands spasm / lock up / loose coordination . mainly only able drink out of water bottle with straw and eat out of thing like apple sauce pouches)

hygiene - need be carried / have thing be brought to me have physical help brush teeth hair wash hands spit in bowl rarely able brush teeth by self entire time

iADL

managing money - struggle impulse control (either hoard and forget have or spend all on thing), often not understand important money things

preparing meals - unable even go downstairs to prepare a meal currently

shopping - not able go out without big brother at all , not able shop by self in store (unable push cart in wheelchair, struggle finding thing, overwhelmed easy, struggle remembering what need, struggle not impulse buy only what i want (snacks), struggle communicating)

managing chores & cleaning - unable

transportation - unable go anywhere without big brother / other safe person

communication - use aac full time (if unable use cannot communicate unless babble (only around safe person), often struggle understand what hear (especially since need noise blockers), get overwhelmed with listening easy (multiple directions at once, multiple sounds, fast speech, complex topic not understand, etc)

medication - need help remembering all time (easy skip dose / take extra because not remember take), sometime struggle physically taking pill (struggle swallow right and cause pain)

other struggle :

reading - struggle reading often (if large text / complicated words / not easy read font. either not process what read, forget instantly, or physically hurt head trying and can cause meltdown)

writing - only able do handwriting little (chronic hand pain, also has very poor handwriting because of it). often mix up words (if word sound similar (write vs right), struggle remember proper spelling (spell how thing sound even if wrong), struggle writing down thoughts "cohesively" (extra effort make long sentence with "big" words)

other - struggle understanding depth (physically can see but brain not able process), struggle with spatial awareness (not understand where at in world, hit self on things / drop things / etc often), struggle with processing speed (walk into roads because brain not process there cars in time to make stop, sudden movement / sound take time to understand, etc), struggle with understanding what see / hear, really struggle with memory (almost instantly forget things, things do remember feel mixed together, not able remember time well), struggle fine motor movement (hand tremor, fingers often not move right, forget how move things, not understand how move body to do something, very clumsy and drop easy)

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Sanitary Pad Disposal Machine for Home: Hygienic Way to Waste Management 

In the current era, waste disposal practices have become a necessity especially in menstruation management. However, most women face challenges when it comes to the disposal of used sanitary towels in a sanitary and eco-friendly manner. It is here that the sanitary pad disposal machine for home usage comes in to provide a current, workable answer to such problematic situations. 

Designed specifically for home use, these machines are compact, user-friendly, and incredibly effective at eliminating sanitary waste in a safe, clean, and odor-free manner. Let’s dive deeper into why the sanitary pad disposal machine for home is a crucial addition to any household. 

What is a Sanitary Pad Disposal Machine for Home? 

A domestic sanitary napkin disposal device is an electric appliance used for incinerating used sanitary pads in a minimal amount of time while preserving heat so that eventually only ashes are left. Rather than the standard way of disposing seeks to the mothers that are old and outdated causing waste and smells like wrapping up pads in thin plastic and pouring in the bin. This machine presents a green solution instead. 

The appliance guarantees the full incineration of sanitary towels by utilizing both heat and hot airflow, and thus, leaving only a small volume of safe and easily disposable ash. These accessories are manufactured based on the average family as the size is small, easy to operate and safe for domestic use. 

Why You Should Invest in a Sanitary Napkin Destroyer for Home 

Disposal options for used sanitary napkins are very few. Monthly old used sanitary pads cannot decompose and thus fill landfills, while pads that are flushed can cause plumbing cut-offs and even pollution. Instead, they can simply incinerate the pads turning them into a very little ash, which is what a home sanitary napkin destroyer does. 

Key Features: 

Compact Design: Most sanitary pad waste disposal machines are ergonomically designed for bathroom use and thus will not occupy much room. 

High-Temperature Incineration: The pads undergo incineration at elevated temperatures, thereby destroying all their material constituents. 

Odor-Free Operation: There is no chance of any foul odor escaping with the device fitted, keeping your washroom fresh. 

Easy to Use: All you need to do is to insert the used sanitary towel into the machine, push a button, and the machine will manage the remaining process. 

How the Sanitary Napkin Incinerator Works 

The sanitary napkin incinerator is a basic, yet an effective device. The process starts when used sanitary napkin is inserted into the machine. After the cover is tightly closed, the incinerator is electrically powered and heated sufficiently to sterilize the waste contained in the used sanitary napkin. The entire procedure does not last long and finishes with a minimal slipping of ash which can be disposed of without any hassle. 

Step-by-Step Process: 

Insert the sanitary pad: Take off the lid of the device and put the used napkin onto it. 

Press the start button: After shutting the lid, proceed to push the start button to commence the process of incineration. 

Incineration: The machine gets hot enough to burn the pad completely, thus turning it into ashes. This usually lasts around 5-10 minutes. 

Dispose of the ash: Once the incineration process has been garbage, the sterile remaining ash may be thrown away to the normal trash. 

Benefits of Using a Sanitary Pad Disposal Machine for Home 

A sanitary pad disposal machine for home has multiple advantages not just from hygienic point of view but also from the sustainable ecological and convenience point of view. Here are some of the key benefits: 

Hygienic and Safe Disposal: It is common knowledge that exposure or improper disposal of sanitary pads results in the growth of bacteria, viruses and other microorganisms. With incineration, there is a guarantee that there will be no living microorganisms, which is why this method is far more sanitary than the traditional methods of disposal. Additionally, these machines are designed in a way that promotes safety, with most models having thermal protection as well as auto shutoff features. 

Environmentally Friendly: One of the significant environmental issues posed by sanitary napkins is that they are non-biodegradable with the plastic element taking ages to decay. With the help of a sanitary napkin incinerator the waste that would have ended up in the dumps is minimized significantly. The small quantity of ash produced is non-toxic and less tedious to dispose of. 

Odor Elimination: When sanitary pads are not appropriately disposed of, they can give off bad smells, especially in warm and moist conditions. The high temperature burning of waste pads allows for complete eradication of the smell therefore your bathroom stays clean and fresh all the time. 

No Plumbing Issues: The toilet is usually not a trash bin to help with garbage disposal. Even the flushable sanitary pads can contribute to sewage and plumbing system issues by causing blockages that may require extensive plumbing work and money to fix. Home use of a sanitary napkin destroyer takes care of this issue as well since the pads never enter the plumbing system and are thoroughly incinerated. 

Compact and User-Friendly: The majority of the feminine hygiene bin rental machines are meant for small washrooms only, hence a slim design which can easily fit in any household. They are also designed for easy operation on the part of the user as not much effort is required- just put the pad inside the machine, press the button, and let the machine do its work. 

Why Every Household Should Have a Sanitary Pad Disposal Machine for Home 

Adding a sanitary pad disposal machine for home use in your bathroom is both commendable and environmentally friendly. It takes care of hygienic waste disposal and wasteland management by integrating a responsible approach which limits the production of non-biodegradable waste in sanitary pads. 

No matter how small of an apartment or how large of a house one has, having a sanitary pad encasement destroyer for the pany or the household takes care of sanitary wastes in a safe, odorless, and environmentally friendly found dishing out operation. In addition, the ease and comfort from knowing that for such machine, you are playing by avoiding the pollution of the environment as much as possible makes it a household equipment in all modern households. 

Final Thoughts 

A sanitary pad disposal machine for residential purposes is not just a luxury but a necessity considering the hygiene and environmental concerns. Sheath washer, sanitary napkin incinerator for home use or sanitary napkin destroyer for home use are worth your investment since they will help your home and the environment. A device like this will enable less people to touch and manage sanitary waste, making it easier and cleaner. Therefore, it is suggested to add one to your home today.  

For more information or to get the perfect sanitary pad disposal machine for home, contact ENVcure Technocrat LLP today and take the first step toward responsible waste management. 

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Coffee Mug That Stirs Itself: The Ultimate Convenience for Coffee Lovers

Imagine enjoying your morning coffee without the need for a spoon to stir it. Thanks to innovative technology, a coffee mug that stirs itself is now a reality, offering ultimate convenience and efficiency for coffee lovers everywhere. This simple yet revolutionary product has quickly become a favorite for those who appreciate a quick, hassle-free way to mix their drinks.

What Is a Self-Stirring Coffee Mug?

A self-stirring coffee mug is exactly what it sounds like – a mug designed to stir its contents automatically. These mugs are typically equipped with a small motor located at the bottom, which spins a built-in propeller or stirrer when activated. The result? Your coffee, tea, hot chocolate, or any other beverage gets evenly mixed without needing a spoon. Most models feature a button on the handle or the side of the mug, making it easy to control when you want to stir.

The technology is powered by batteries, usually installed in the base of the mug, and designed to be lightweight and portable. You can take this mug anywhere, whether you’re at home, at the office, or on the go.

Key Benefits of a Self-Stirring Coffee Mug

Convenience

One of the biggest advantages of a self-stirring coffee mug is the convenience it offers. No more searching for a spoon or stirring your coffee manually. With just a push of a button, your drink is perfectly blended in seconds. This is particularly useful for busy mornings when every minute counts.

Even Mixing

A self-stirring mug ensures that your drink is mixed evenly. Whether it’s coffee with sugar, tea with milk, or hot chocolate with cream, the built-in stirrer creates a consistent blend, so you won’t end up with clumps of undissolved sugar at the bottom of your mug. This leads to a smoother, more enjoyable drink every time.

Portable and Easy to Use

Most self-stirring mugs are designed to be portable and user-friendly. They come with secure lids that prevent spills, making them perfect for travel or your daily commute. Just activate the stirring mechanism and let the mug do the work while you focus on other tasks. The ease of use also makes them a great gift for anyone who enjoys hot beverages.

No More Dirty Spoons

With a self-stirring coffee mug, you can say goodbye to dirty spoons cluttering your sink or office desk. This makes it a cleaner and more hygienic option for those who drink multiple cups of coffee or tea throughout the day.

Popular Uses for Self-Stirring Mugs

While the primary use of a self-stirring coffee mug is, of course, for coffee, these mugs are versatile and can be used for a variety of beverages and even foods:

Hot chocolate: Get a smooth, creamy blend without having to mix it yourself.

Tea: Whether you prefer milk tea or herbal blends, these mugs can stir your brew with ease.

Protein shakes: Perfect for mixing powdered supplements into your drink without lumps.

Soups: Some self-stirring mugs are even capable of handling light soups, ensuring the ingredients are evenly mixed.

Cleaning and Maintenance

Cleaning a self-stirring coffee mug is relatively simple. Most models allow you to detach the stirrer or propeller, making it easy to wash. Always check the manufacturer’s instructions regarding dishwasher compatibility, but many mugs can be rinsed or wiped down with soapy water.

It’s important to remember to remove the batteries or ensure the electrical components are kept dry during cleaning to avoid damage.

Conclusion

A coffee mug that stirs itself is a convenient and innovative tool for anyone who enjoys hot beverages. With its ability to quickly and evenly mix your drink at the touch of a button, it eliminates the need for spoons and makes your daily coffee routine smoother. Whether you’re looking for a time-saving solution for busy mornings or just want to add a fun, practical gadget to your kitchen, a self-stirring coffee mug is a great investment for any coffee or tea lover.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Midnight Blue Thermos Brand 24oz Plastic Hydration Bottle with Rotating ….

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SIZE & MATERIAL: This Zak water bottle holds 13.5 ounces, measuring 2.71 inches in diameter and 7.67 inches tall. It's made from food-grade, 18/8 stainless steel, which is durable and BPA free.

VACUUM INSULATED: The CoComelon water bottle has vacuum insulation, which keeps drinks cold for up to 16 hours. The double-wall construction also prevents condensation from forming on the outside and eliminates messy water rings.

HYGIENIC SPOUT COVER: Keep the spout clean in the house or while you're traveling--the spout cover protects contact surfaces and has a slide lock to keep it closed. When it's time to drink, the action lid allows one-handed operation, and the spout easily pops up at the push of a button.

BUILT-IN-CARRYING LOOP: The lid has an integrated loop that folds down out of the way when it's not in use, so this travel water bottle is easy to take on the go. It also fits in most car cup holders, and won't leak when the spout cover is closed and locked, so you can put it in a bag without worrying about mess.

LIFESTYLE: Zak Designs water bottles make hydration fun! This drinking bottle has colorful artwork featuring CoComelon, perfect for any fan. The drinkware is fully reusable--no more disposable bottles--and an exciting addition to the daily routine.

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The Best Grills for Apartment Balconies: Small Space, Big Flavor

In this blog post, we will explore the world of apartment balcony grills, uncovering the best options to suit your needs. From compact electric grills to portable gas wonders, we'll dive into the features, performance, and versatility of each grill, ensuring that you can unleash your inner grill master and satisfy your taste buds right from your balcony. So, get ready to discover the top contenders and uncover the secrets to achieving grilling perfection in the cozy confines of your apartment oasis. TOP-3 Best Grills for Apartment Balconies Key Decision-Making Factors for the Best Grills for Apartment Balcony: Personal Experiences and Findings When it comes to choosing the best grill for your apartment balcony, several key decision-making factors can influence your choice. Drawing from my personal experiences and findings, I have identified these factors and assessed how various grills perform in those areas. By considering factors such as size, portability, heat control, durability, and ease of use, you can make an informed decision on the ideal grill for your apartment balcony. Size and Portability: Using this product, I found that size and portability are crucial factors for apartment balcony grills. Compact and lightweight grills, such as the Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill, are ideal for limited outdoor spaces. Their smaller size ensures they fit comfortably on your balcony while still providing sufficient cooking space. Heat Control: After experimenting with different grills myself, I discovered that heat control plays a vital role in achieving perfectly cooked meals. Grills like the Char-Broil 20602109 Patio Bistro TRU-Infrared Electric Grill offer adjustable temperature control, ensuring even heat distribution and preventing flare-ups, resulting in juicier and more flavorful dishes. Durability: Based on my observations, the durability of a grill is essential for long-term use. Grills constructed with high-quality materials, such as porcelain-enameled lids and bowls, like the Weber 10020 Smokey Joe 14-Inch Portable Grill, are resistant to rust and peeling, ensuring their longevity even in outdoor environments. Ease of Use: Through my own trial and error, I found out that an easy-to-use grill can significantly enhance your grilling experience. Grills with features like quick-fold legs and push-button ignition, such as the Coleman RoadTrip 285 Portable Stand-Up Propane Grill, offer hassle-free setup and lighting, saving you time and effort. Cleaning and Maintenance: My analysis of various grills demonstrates that easy cleaning and maintenance are important factors to consider. Grills with removable and dishwasher-safe components, like the Cuisinart Panini Press, Stainless Steel Griddler, Sandwich Maker & More (GR-4NP1), simplify the cleaning process, ensuring a hygienic cooking environment. Best Grill for Apartment Balcony for the Versatility and Delicious Creations Cuisinart Panini Press FAQ Question 1: How well does the Cuisinart GR-4NP1 Panini Press handle heat distribution and temperature control? Answer 1: The Cuisinart GR-4NP1 offers superior heat distribution and temperature control. It's equipped with dual temperature controls, allowing for precision cooking for a variety of foods. Whether you're grilling steak, cooking pancakes, or pressing a panini, this appliance ensures your food is evenly and perfectly cooked each time. Question 2: Considering the limited space on an apartment balcony, how compact and convenient is this grill to store? Answer 2: The Cuisinart GR-4NP1 is very suitable for limited spaces due to its compact design. It has dimensions of 11.5"D x 13.5"W x 7.12"H, making it easy to store when not in use. The fact that it is multifunctional - a contact grill, panini press, full grill, full griddle, and half grill/half griddle - also saves you storage space as you won't need separate appliances for these functions. Question 3: How easy is the Cuisinart GR-4NP1 Panini Press to clean, particularly for someone living in an apartment with potentially limited kitchen resources? Answer 3: The Cuisinart GR-4NP1 is very easy to clean, making it highly suitable for apartment living. The griddler plates are removable, reversible, and dishwasher-safe, meaning you won't have to spend much time on clean-up. The unit also has an integrated drip tray to collect grease, enhancing its cleanliness and ease of use. Best Grill for Apartment Balcony for the Flavor and Convenience Char-Broil 20602109 Patio Bistro TRU-Infrared Electric Grill FAQ Question 1: Does the Char-Broil 20602109 Patio Bistro TRU-Infrared Electric Grill provide adequate grilling space for small gatherings or family meals? 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Additionally, it's an electric grill, which generally poses less fire risk than gas or charcoal grills. This makes it an excellent choice for those who live in apartments or condos where gas or charcoal grills are not allowed. Best Convenient and Versatile Grill for Apartment Balcony Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill FAQ Question 1: Can the Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill reach high temperatures suitable for searing? Answer 1: Absolutely, the Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill is designed to create high-quality sear marks with its ability to reach temperatures over 600°F. This makes it perfect for achieving a delicious, caramelized crust on your steak or other meats right on your apartment balcony. Question 2: Is the Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill easy to store and set up in an apartment balcony setting? Answer 2: Yes, the grill is built with convenience in mind. 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Best Portable Grill for Apartment Balcony and Outdoors Best Lightweight and Compact Grill for Apartment Balcony Personal Assessment of Top Grills for Apartment Balcony: Performance Analysis and Recommendations As someone who has extensively researched and tested grills for apartment balconies, I will provide a personal assessment of the top products available. In this analysis, I will share quantitative measurements and offer my overall opinion based on first-hand experience. I will also suggest comparable products to consider and recommend specific grills for different uses or circumstances. Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill: In terms of performance, the Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill stands out with its precise temperature control and high heat capability. It offers a spacious cooking area, making it suitable for smaller gatherings. 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In my personal assessment, the Weber Lumin Compact Electric Grill, Cuisinart Panini Press GR-4NP1, and Char-Broil Patio Bistro TRU-Infrared Electric Grill emerge as top performers in their respective categories. Depending on your preferences and specific needs, these grills offer exceptional performance, convenience, and versatility. Consider the comparable products mentioned to find the best fit for your apartment balcony grilling experience. Essential Equipment for Apartment Balcony Grilling Grills for Apartment Balcony: Frequently Asked Questions Answered Top Manufacturer Resources for Apartment Balcony Grills Weber Grills (https://www.weber.com): Weber is a reputable and well-known brand in the grilling industry. Their Apartment Balcony Grilling Guide is a comprehensive resource specifically tailored to apartment balcony grilling. This guide offers practical tips and techniques for optimizing your grilling experience in limited outdoor spaces. It covers topics such as grill selection, safety considerations, recipes, and maintenance tips. The guide is presented in a user-friendly format with clear instructions, making it a valuable resource for apartment balcony grillers. Cuisinart Grills (https://www.cuisinart.com): Cuisinart is renowned for their versatile kitchen appliances, including grills. Their Griddler User Manual and Recipes provide an in-depth understanding of their products, including the popular GR-4NP1 model. This comprehensive manual includes detailed instructions on usage, cleaning, and maintenance. Additionally, it offers a variety of mouthwatering recipes specifically designed for the Griddler, inspiring you to explore diverse culinary possibilities on your apartment balcony. Char-Broil Grills (https://www.charbroil.com): Char-Broil is a trusted name in the grilling industry, and their website offers a wealth of information through their "Learn" section. Here, you can find a wide range of grilling tips and techniques applicable to apartment balcony grills. From beginner-friendly guides to advanced grilling methods, Char-Broil's resources cater to grillers of all levels. They cover various topics such as grill maintenance, cooking techniques, recipe ideas, and troubleshooting. Whether you're new to grilling or a seasoned enthusiast, Char-Broil's resources can enhance your balcony grilling skills. Read the full article

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The 5 Different Types Of Blenders & Their Uses

From chilled refreshing drinks to warm, hearty meals, a blender, or blender set is every kitchen’s need. However, the market today has introduced so many features and innovative characteristics that it is difficult to find the ideal blender for yourself. The choice heavily relies on the type of task you intend to do with it. 

Analyze whether the model you’re choosing fulfills your culinary requirements. From chopping, puréeing, blending, and mixing, there are many tasks that are involved in meal preparation. Some other factors to consider while purchasing are size, capacity, blending power, space consumption, etc. You can break down the choices based on the frequency of use and the type of task at hand. 

Different Blender Types With Their Performance Analysis

Have you been asking yourself lately about which blender set will be best for you? Well, we can’t answer that question directly, but, we can shrink the confusion by defining all the different types of blenders, and their particular uses. Remember, a classic blender mixer may vary in performance and utility from a hand blender, and that is why, it is important to research your options. 

Although brands have introduced many new varieties of blenders with different functional capabilities, here is an overview of the most common types for you to select from. 

Countertop Blenders

The safest option for kitchens, a countertop blender makes instant drinks with the push of a button. These are available in all capacities, ranging from 64 oz to 2 liters, to serve every size of the family. However, they are not as friendly for hot liquids, so it is best to practice caution with the appliance while blending foods at high temperatures. 

Whether you’re making a smoothie, or putting together a chocolate shake, a standard kitchen blender offers ample power and efficiency to crush soft and hard items. You can even put in ice to prepare chilled drinks. The sealed lids protect against spills and splashes, maintaining optimal hygiene. Explore countertop juicer blender prices in UAE if you want an appliance in your kitchen that can do it all without fail. 

Hand Mixer:

The electrically powered alternative to an eggbeater, a hand mixer has opened doors to a whole new world of culinary creativity. It is a small appliance with varying attachments – with a whisk, dough hook, and blending rod being the most common. Each can be easily removed and replaced for effortless mixing and blending. A hand blender in UAE is less expensive than standard countertop blenders due to its smaller size and limited power. 

For bakers, it’s a must-have, because of how easy it is to mix ingredients with a hand blender. They are lightweight and are constructed without a blade, which results in safer operations. They also significantly cut down the time and effort of beating the batter manually. For best performance and minimal heating, we recommend Fakir Sierra Hand Mixer. 

Immersion Blenders

An immersion blender is a compact device, even smaller than a hand blender. It features a stick-like design that allows you to blend directly in the bowl. You can use it to purée tomatoes and vegetables while they are cooking on the stove. The smaller appliance requires minimal space for storage, making it an ideal choice for kitchens with limited space. 

You can carry the cordless version of this appliance to cook and blend anywhere, anytime. The best part about it is, there is no limited volume that you have to stick to. In fact, you can blend large or small volumes in the pot or a jar of your choice. Although, it may take longer to finish blending substantial volumes of food. However, with a little bit of patience, there will be no lumps left behind. Get a blender set with an immersion blender to purée, mix, and emulsify almost about anything you would with a standard blender. 

Commercial Blenders

Commercial blenders are characterized by high power and dynamic motors. They excel in speed from all other types of blenders, making instant shakes, juices, and smoothies for a large group of people. They are often used by professionals or restaurants to make large amounts of delicious drinks in no time. 

A commercial blender might take up more space, but has a robust structure that lets it work nonstop for hours. Their high-power motors are just a cherry on top of an already powerful appliance. Make sure to check the warranty of your blender before purchasing, because some brands label them as “commercial blenders” when they’re really only good for highly functional home kitchens. Unlike other blenders, commercial blenders are efficient with both soft and extremely hard and crunchy foods. 

Food Processors

A blender mixer or food processor is specially designed to mix, purée, and masticate foods. It can be safely called a cooking lover’s true treat. Food processors are safe for hot foods, helping prepare hearty soups, curries, and more with ease. They often come with various attachments for mincing, grinding, and blending. It also has a powerful motor that can tackle large quantities of solid foods to create blended mixtures for a range of creative recipes. 

To reduce your cook time, opt for Black & Decker Multi Functional Food Processor that does all the pre-preparation for you. It comes with several accessories and a pusher to keep food from spilling out. 

How To Choose The Right Blender For Your Home?

When choosing a specific type of blender for your home, it is essential to keep specific factors in mind. Physical aesthetics aside, it should be your prime priority to keep a check on the technical features as well. This will ensure long term utility and lasting performance with minimal repairs and maintenance sessions. Here is a list of things to consider while buying a home blender:

Capacity: Choose the jar size that effectively fulfills your personal blending requirements. Home blenders come in 32 to 832-oz volume capacities. 

Material: Depending upon the frequency of use, and the number of predicted washes, choose between glass, polycarbonate, stainless steel, and plastic. For homes, the best materials are glass and plastic. 

Noise: Ideally, you should opt for the model that makes minimal sound to avoid disrupting the surrounding environment. Talk to your manufacturer to discuss your options, and find the most sound-efficient one. 

Easy Controls: Toggle and electronic controls make it easier to adjust the speed and other relevant factors. Blenders with programmable controls are more suited for commercial spaces where the same settings are used for a repeated set of recipes.  

Easy Cleaning: Blenders with removable jars, attachments, and accessories are more preferable, as they offer mess-free and safer cleaning. 

Conclusion: 

With so many choices of blenders in the market, choosing the right one can be challenging. However, if you know the basic types of blenders and their functionality, you will be able to select the right model for your specific needs. 

Consider factors like capacity, noise, operationality, and power while picking a model. Do not compromise on warranty and functionality to extract the maximum benefit from your blending appliance. Explore endless options and designs at the largest online store in UAE. Choose a single appliance, or a blender set to unlock multiple tasks in the kitchen. 

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[virtueangel]

limitless.

chapter three.

wc: 1,972. original publish date: october 5, 2020.

Van Gogh switches off his phone, smiling to himself in secret contentment to have his best friend back. The fight didn't last more than an hour -- definitely their shortest fight to date -- but usually he's the one who has to go seek out Kennedy to make things right. Which makes sense: Gogh's usually the one who starts the fight so he should be the one to finish it. But it still feels nice to know that JFK cares enough to put an end to it all. Sometimes Van Gogh wonders if Kennedy is ever as hurt by their arguing as he is. Now he doesn't have to guess.

Van Gogh begins packing his carryon-sized suitcase, which is brown with black trim and scuffed plastic wheels. He's had it since he was a kid -- he used to have to go on his parents' business trips with them. They started leaving him at JFK's house when he was ten and eventually stopped leaving him with anyone at all. He had to learn how to watch the house himself once he turned fourteen -- he was a scared freshman with only one friend who lived on the upside of town. He never learned how to meet anyone new. Van Gogh grew so accustomed to being alone that he never knew he should meet anyone new.

The boy begins tossing various articles of clothing and his favourite novels into the suitcase. Mostly he just stuffs the luggage with underwear and socks. He throws in a pair of jeans and two solid colour t-shirts. He walks into the bathroom and starts shoving toiletries into a plastic Ziploc bag. He takes his toothbrush, a full tube of toothpaste (it's family size, but of course he's the only one using it), a travel-size hairbrush that he barely ever uses, and a minute box of floss that he'd acquired from the dentist six months ago, but never used since. He seals the bag and turns toward the door to walk back to his room, but decides to snatch some extra bandages out of the closet for good measure. He barely ever needs to switch out his head cast now that his ear wound has stopped bleeding, but the bandages might get dirty from outside sources and he can't have that.

Van Gogh walks back to his room and throws the Ziploc bag on top of the clothes folded in his suitcase. He crouches down to flip the lid and zip the luggage, but realises he doesn't have a real jacket and this thin and simple windbreaker won't do much good outside of the heat of the house. He unzips the bag and fishes the green fleece blanket off of his bed. It's still sitting in a messy pile. Kennedy never thinks to fold anything. Van Gogh fixes it into a neat square and places it in the suitcase. He crosses the room to his closet, searching for an extra layer more practical than a blanket.

He finally decides on a jacket after meticulously searching for the perfect one. He pulls it off the plastic white hanger by the shoulder panel. It's heavy, with its leather sleeves and fleece lining. It's orange and white, which is a hideous combination, but they're also Clone High's mascot colours. Van Gogh pushes his short arms through the sleeves of the jacket and models it in the mirror, the clothing dripping off of his body and swallowing him whole. He turns around to admire the back, which is his favourite part for some reason. Sewed in crude felt lettering are the initials JFK -- it had belonged to him in freshman year, but he'd tragically outgrown it that spring. Kennedy was going to throw it away, but Van Gogh had told him not to, insisting that there was no reason to dispose of a structurally sound jacket.

Van Gogh zips the suitcase securely and tilts the whole thing upright, taking one more sweeping look around his room before deciding he's ready to go. Well, he's not ready, exactly; he just knows it's now or never. He's never been one to contemplate that sort of dilemma and still choose now, but maybe if he doesn't think at all he'll actually go.

He turns off his bedroom light, blanketing the orderly knickknacks and tight corners under a veil of deep velvet. Only the moon, hanging high and glowing bright, lights the room through the window. Van Gogh nods in satisfaction, or maybe in farewell, before turning around to walk through the ocean cave hallway and out the front door of his house. He locks it with the key which is miraculously still hidden away in the pocket of JFK's jacket from the last time he wore it. Gogh usually doesn't lock the door at all. Maybe one day the house will get robbed and his parents will finally take that as a hint to stop putting him in charge of their most expensive asset all by himself. Who trusts their sixteen-year-old son with their whole house, anyway?

Van Gogh sits on the wooden steps leading up to his splinter-hazardous porch, elbow on his knee and head in his hand. He's pushed the handle of the suitcase down and parked it on the wood slat next to him. He waits for Kennedy patiently, but his stomach sinks down into the soles of his feet as the endless minutes tick by. Maybe his dads caught him sneaking out. Maybe he changed his mind about spending so much time with Van Gogh. How long were they gonna be spending together, anyway? Kennedy hadn't said.

Gogh's head is still spinning, swirling like moonlight caught in the infinite night sky as JFK pulls up. He's driving a flashy red convertible... not the most practical car for a road trip, but the only one he has all to himself. Van Gogh doesn't have a car. Even with his parents absent as often as they are, he still doesn't own something so luxurious.

"I started to think you weren't going to come," Gogh says in place of a greeting.

"I was packing."

Van Gogh looks at his own suitcase. "So was I."

"Well, maybe you should've packed more."

"I'm sorry I don't have as many beauty products are you do," he scoffs. "I'm naturally pretty."

Kennedy walks up the stairs to wheel Van Gogh's suitcase to the car for him. "That you are."

Gogh rolls his eyes, but doesn't give a passionate retort. His head drains of all thought -- including the spinning moonlight that dizzied his conscience just minutes prior.

"I don't need help with that," he finally manages, hoping his voice is frozen over enough to make up for the seconds of thoughtlessness. He lifts himself up off the steps and snatches the suitcase away from JFK, probably a little too hastily for how he's feeling.

"Damn, I was only trying to help."

Van Gogh freezes and turns around, painting on the most innocent smile he can find. "I know you were." He lifts the trunk of the car and hoists the suitcase in. He then walks around to the passenger side door of the vehicle and climbs in, clicking his seatbelt securely before closing the door. He stares ahead out the windshield as he waits for JFK to join him.

Once Kennedy is securely inside the car, he drapes his wrist over the steering wheel and stares out the windshield as well, seeing the neighbourhood from a different view than Van Gogh even though they're looking at the same place.

"So," JFK starts, and the sound of his voice almost makes Van Gogh jump as he's pulled out of his trance. "Where do you wanna go?"

Gogh stares at the boy in the driver's seat, his eyebrows knit together and a scowl frothing on the corners of his lips. "You mean you don't have a plan?"

Kennedy turns to the boy, his expression soft. His whole body looks so calm and relaxed. He looks like himself, but it's a different sort of cool -- almost... withdrawn.

He's wearing his letterman jacket -- the new one he'd gotten at the beginning of the year after outgrowing the one Van Gogh is wearing. His fingernails are bitten down to stubs, from anxiety, or possibly just poor hygiene.

"My plan is that I don't want to be here."

Van Gogh shrugs agreeably. "Then let's just drive."

JFK doesn't pull his gaze away from Van Gogh, and the shorter boy shrinks down into his seat with each second that passes. Kennedy's stare is so intense and serious that Gogh squirms under the pressure. He squeezes the side of the leather seat. It's cold, just like the rest of the snowy world. He wonders if wherever they're going will being having as shitty of an April as Exclamation! is.

"Put on the seat warmers," Van Gogh whispers.

Kennedy finally looks away. He seems to snap back into reality, not knowing he'd ever left it. He starts the car and it spits to life. He revs the engine and it whirrs, comforting him with its eager lurching. Van Gogh watches JFK's hand as he presses some buttons, illuminating them green. A few seconds later, the bottoms of his thighs are warming up through his jeans.

Kennedy sinks his foot down onto the gas, oblivious to the fact that the accelerator might disturb Van Gogh's neighbours, some of whom go to sleep before 9:55pm on a Friday night. In the part of town where JFK lives, the lots are all so big that noises can't be heard from other houses. Gogh's street is jam-packed with families, stuffing their single-story homes full to the brim. Sometimes he envisions the buildings overflowing, flooding the streets with unnecessary as-seen-on-tv merchandise. Maybe that's something he'd like to paint one day, when everyone stops worrying about him and overanalysing his artwork.

JFK eases off the gas as they drift out of town, exploring the unfamiliar landscape. The night is somehow brighter out here, despite being away from all the motion and the lights. They drive up a hill, slowly, the car wheels gripping the asphalt cautiously. Kennedy pulls into a turnout, a barren overhang with a view of nothing for miles and miles spread beneath it. Kennedy turns off the car and the headlights die along with it. Van Gogh's head snaps in his direction, his chest welling up with fear. The height, the quiet, the darkness under the moon -- Kennedy doesn't do any of this. They sit on the floor of Van Gogh's bedroom when his parents are MIA. They do homework or stare at the ceiling as they listen to music from a record player. Gogh doesn't know how to be silent with his best friend -- not when they have no other task to be occupied by.

Van Gogh opens his mouth, his eyebrows heavy with concern. Kennedy starts to speak, as if on cue.

"Just breathe," he says, and it doesn't sound like a suggestion.

"It smells like nothing," Van Gogh replies after taking a deep breath.

"No," Kennedy says, shaking his head slightly. "It smells like our world."

Gogh's expression switches from vulnerable to critical. "Our world. Like we own it."

JFK turns to him. "We can. We do."

Van Gogh opens his mouth to respond, but he's cut off by his best friend again. He makes a low shhing noise without turning to his passenger.

Gogh stares out the windshield at the unfinished map beneath them, and he wonders where to begin. They have the whole world at their disposal. Van Gogh wishes he'd packed darts to throw at the map, so he could plan an unplanned trip.

From up here, he feels like he could touch the moon. He closes his eyes and relaxes in his seat. For a second, he does touch the moon.  

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My Little Pony: Pony Life Thermos Funtainer Bottle

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hand washing recommended

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Magical Girl Reunion Tour - C3

Shonda

Bright and early, Shonda's alarm went off. The older she got, the more tempted she was to just roll over and hit the snooze button. Instead she rolled to her other side and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Good morning, George."

George snuggled against her, his close cropped facial hair rubbing against her cheek. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. "Don't make me get out of bed. I like where I’m at."

Shonda giggled, something only he could ever get her to do. "I would like to stay here with you, but I have work and children to get ready for school."

"Tomorrow then?"

She played along, rolling her eyes. They played this game every morning, and after sixteen years it had never gotten old. "Maybe."

He chuckled and kissed her again before they both slid out of bed. About a half hour later, George headed down the stairs to begin breakfast while Shonda started pounding on doors. Nothing had prepared her for what deep sleepers teenage girls could be, including once being a teenager girl herself. Shonda had been like the rest of her friends, early to rise with good grades and hygiene despite what they were going through.

Jessica poked her head out, rubbing one eye the other half closed. She was Shonda's youngest, and the easiest to wake up. At fourteen, it was obvious she was going to take after her father's side more.

"Mom, where's my dark jeans?"

"They're still dirty. You're going to have to wear something else."

Jessica groaned and shuffled off to the bathroom.

Shonda banged on her oldest's door again. When there was no response, she threw it open. Maria dragged her covers over her head. "Mom, come on. Give me ten more minutes for once."

"So, what was it this time?" Shonda said, picking up a discarded volleyball jersey. "Friends or homework?"

Maria sat up. Every morning it startled Shonda how much she looked like her at fifteen. "I've got this paper for English. With practice, I didn't get to start it before last night." She slid out of bed and stretched. "Did Jessica beat me to the bathroom again?"

"What do you think?"

She sighed and left her bedroom to go barter with her sister over the bathroom, their usual morning ritual.

Shonda watched her daughter go before taking in a deep breath. Out of the five of them, Shonda had been the only one gifted with the ability to smell magic. When she first realized this, she had been more shocked at the actual smell of magic than the fact that she could smell it. Magic, of all things, smelled like strawberry body spray. It was cloyingly sweet, and obnoxious enough it was hard to miss. She was lucky she didn't have any respiratory issues, or she was pretty sure all the magic fights she endured would have put her in the hospital.

Nothing. She sighed in relief. Then she looked down at the volleyball jersey in her hand. Should she be sure? Should she even see if she can smell magic through the teen sweat?

Just as she considered raising the jersey to her face, Maria walked in. "Mom, I would like to get dressed. Can you leave?"

She turned around and left, half in a daze. How could she even consider sniffing her daughter's sweat stained sports uniform? Was she really that terrified that Maria would get the call, be a chosen one?

Shonda buried the thought deep. It was too early to suffer such thoughts, and she hadn't had her coffee yet. On her way down stairs, she dropped the dirty jersey in the basket in the laundry room, forcing herself to ignore how she almost buried her face in the sweaty shirt.

Breakfast was almost well and truly done by the time she reached the kitchen. Shonda was lucky to have the kind of chef for a husband who loves to cook no matter when or where. She still remembered when he was going to culinary school, staying up late, perfecting each technique. George wanted to be the best then and that still hadn't changed. She pecked him on the cheek before beelining for the coffee maker.

Eventually their daughters arrived to eat the carefully plated slices of frittata. The sat and chatted and ate as they did every morning before Shonda loaded her daughters in the car for school. It allowed George some time  for chores and rest before he had to show up at the restaurant.

Shonda dropped off Maria and Jessica in front of the school. Maria was more than excited to be able to drive herself so she didn't need to catch a ride home with their neighbor, but Shonda would miss this.

Work was as she thought it would be. Putting out fires and keeping her team happy was now her normal since she was promoted to Project Manager. Shonda missed sitting down and coding for hours, figuring out puzzles, making things she put together with her own hands work. Now she was responsible for a team, something deep down she had to admit she didn't want. But the money was good, and she wanted to send her daughters to good schools.

Traffic was horrendous on the drive home, but like every night she never really had to cook, just come home to a pre-made George meal Maria had pulled from the freezer and heated up. Shonda and the girls discussed school and sports and anything else on their minds as they sat around the dinner table. Then they cleaned up the kitchen, and the girls disappeared upstairs to finish their school work.

After putting on a set of comfortable pajamas, Shonda slipped on her slippers and a cardigan. She had almost forgot it was trash night. She gathered up the kitchen bag and stepped out the backdoor. The trash can was pushed up against the side yard fence next to the gate. She was glad she put the cardigan on as she made her way around the side of the house. The pacific northwest was chiller sometimes than she liked.

As the lid of the trash can dropped back down, a flash of golden light came from the front of her house. Shonda wanted to tell herself she didn't know what it was, yet even though it had been almost twenty years, she knew by the way the gold light had glittered one of her team had arrived.

She sighed and tried to tamp down the dread growing in her stomach as she lifted the latch on the gate. She followed the path to her driveway. Standing in the street was a barefoot dark-haired woman holding the pink staff, a white cat wrapped around her ankles. No, not a white cat. Viridian.

"Maggie?" She whispered as loud as she dared. That flash had been bright and her neighbors nosey.

The dark haired woman hurried in her direction, barefeet slapping on the ground. She cursed, probably from stepping on a rock. "Shonda? Is that you?" she whispered back as she neared.

When Maggie was close enough, she grabbed her by the arm and started dragging her toward the backyard gate. Anger rose in here. Anger she hadn't felt in almost fifteen years. "After all these years, what the hell are you doing here?"

Once they got through the gate, Maggie tore her arm out of Shonda's grip. "You think I want to be here? This asshole showed up at my home less than an hour ago to tell me Omira is back," Maggie responded, indicating Viridan as he slinked through the gate before Shonda closed it.

The dread in Shonda's stomach grew heavy. Omira, a name she never though she would hear again. If her old life reappeared, she had assumed it would be a new threat come to conscript her daughter. That was apparently not the case. "Come with me."

Shonda led Maggie back around the house to her porch. She waved toward a plush outdoor couch near her back door. She dropped down onto it and patted the cushion. Maggie joined her without word, the pink staff in her hand still glowing with a gentle internal light. Viridian stayed on the ground but sat, his tail curling around the front of his paws.

"So, you say Omira is back," Shonda finally said, keeping her voice low. "It figures an impending apocalypse would have to happen to bring you back, Maggie."

"Look, I don't like this either, the evil witch thing, but I have to at least tell you. I don't want to deal with this shit again either. We dealt with it for three years, and now dickhead here decides to tell me about Omira from my coffee table."

Another sigh, this time filled with frustration and anger. She stared at Viridian. "And what would you have me do?"

Viridian puffed out his chest. "As I told Maggie, we need you to take up your wand again and use your skills to defeat Omira. There are no other options, but Maggie does not seem to understand that. She does not want to save the world. She used quite colorful language to make her opinions clear. That is why we bring this to you, Shonda. You have always been the voice of reason."

Anger and dread still churned within her. She didn't want to do this. She loved her husband, her children, her life. She loved her job, for the most part, and she was good at it. The relief she felt that Maria wasn't going to become a magical girl soldier was replaced with the fear that she would lose everything not just to the threat of Omira, but to the time it would take to defeat her. It took them three years last time. Her mortgage would not understand.

"Well, shit." She ran her hand over her face. "Stuff like this can never be convenient, can it?"

Maggie snorted. "Of course not."

"We can't hash out the details now. How does your schedule look?"

"I'm off tomorrow. I have to drop off my dry cleaning in the morning, but I'm good after ten."

"Okay. I'll take a day of PTO to see what we can figure out tomorrow. You obviously haven't spoken to the others yet." Then under her breath she said, "I don't know what I'm going to tell George."

"Your husband?"

"Yeah."

"The same George you met after high school?"

Shonda nodded.

Maggie's mood changed, something darker settling over her. "Sorry I missed the wedding."

Without waiting for Shonda's response, she stood. Maggie's grip changed on her staff. "Come on, Viridian." Then she turned back to Shonda. "I'll see you tomorrow after ten. My place. That way you can keep this whole mess out of your life as much as possible."

Maggie straightened and closed her eyes. A golden flash, and she was gone.

Shonda settled into her seat and leaned her head on the back. "Fuck."

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