#and if you decide not to drink soda the other drinking options are usually made by the same corporation

[halfricanloveyou]

i live in america. there are no other brands besides corporate brands and brands that are owned by corporate. there are not local alternatives in most stores. i have never in my life seen a locally made soda. i’ve only seen a locally made alcohol and it is only available in a restaurant.

local alternatives also cost more. if you go to a walmart, the most affordable grocery stores, they do not have any local products. if you go to a more expensive grocery store they do! there are 2 local products. they are jam and salsa. there are 5 varieties of jam and 5 of the salsa. it is all only from one local seller. it costs 3 times as much as the other products in the same aisle, which already cost more than they would at a different store.

instead you could buy an off brand soda. it will be cheaper but it will taste bad and it is made by the Walmart corporation which also underpays it’s workers and at some locations treats them horribly.

we can’t buy what is not available and accessible to us. in america we don’t have any other options than what is produced by corporations. spending more on locally made speciality goods weekly is not realistic.

*You should recognize bad practices AND not voluntarily support companies through conducting business (i.e. purchasing luxury products).

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 21 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad (I had to put the song that made me wanna create this fanfic)

“Hello hello!” Lily called as she arrived in the living room after the deep conversation regarding her love life had finished not long ago. “Bathroom’s free so first come first serve. Towels are on the rack and you can put your clothes in the laundry basket if you want.”

The triplets all thanked her before Nick decided that he’d go first after taking the suitcase upstairs to have his pyjamas ready, seeing as Lily was in hers. The girl plopped down on the couch next to Matt as Alex finally sat down too, next to Chris.

“What’d I miss?”

“We talked about how wonderful you are and that you’re the best person ever!” Alex joked.

“Damn, nothing I didn’t know then”, Lily teased back. “As long as you don’t force the guys to say shit like that.”

The four friends laughed at that, before Chris assured that they didn’t have to be pressured into admitting something that they could see for themselves, which actually made Lily feel so loved. She looked at Matt for confirmation, and he carefully nodded at his brother’s statement.

“Y’all are so nice to me”, Lily said as she wiped a fake tear. “I’ll need to invite you here more often.”

“Please do because y’all have a nice house,” Chris complimented. “Shit’s feels real cosy and homely.”

“That’s so sweet bro, we take that very seriously. Thanks.” Lily was truly appreciative to hear that her guests felt comfortable in the house as it was something that was important to her and Alex: making people feel welcome.

They kept talking about random subjects, from the triplets’ tour to the girls’ childhood, while the people on the couch kept changing for the next hour or so as each one of them would eventually go take a shower. This was the final shift of seats as Alex went to have hers and Lily was left with Nick, Matt and Chris – Bernard was travelling around the house and would occasionally come back to be petted by the group. As she saw the time that had come by, Lily suggested that they order food as the triplets might be hungry. They gladly accepted and Lily unlocked her phone to check for delivery options.

“Usually I’d actually cook for y’all but I’m kinda exhausted right now so tomorrow night if you’re still here. I can offer you pizzas for tonight?”

“We’ll never refuse pizzas”, Nick agreed with the proposal. “And we’ll definitely be here tomorrow night if you’re not tired of us yet.”

“I could never!”The girl faked to be offended. “Here, look at the menu and add your choices to the cart.”

Lily passed her phone to the triplets so that they could decide what they wanted before they gave it back to her. She then chose for her and Alex before confirming the order that would arrive soon enough. While they waited, Lily asked the triplets what they wanted to drink.

“I’m mostly asking Nick and Matt though, I’m certain Chris wants a pepsi. Would I be right?”

“Absolutely, you know me so well wow!” Chris sarcastically laughed before thanking the girl.

Nick and Matt joined Lily in the kitchen to see the other choices for themselves. They felt lucky that the girls had similar taste to them as Nick was able to get a Saint Pellegrino while Matt also got a Pepsi as he saw that the fridge had quite a lot in it.

“Y’all will have to thank Alex for that”, Lily said as she handed the youngest triplets their drinks. “Girly has been addicted to soda since high school, though not as bad as Chris luckily.”

“Thank you for pointing that out!” Nick exclaimed. “He really needs to notice how bad his drinking habits are.”

“Wait, as a good host I should actually give him water then”, Lily seriously offered.

“Being a good host means listening to your guests’ needs though?” Chris tried to reason as he wasn’t giving up his can.

“Your brain might want all that sugar but I swear your body truly needs water bro. This is the only Pepsi you’ll get tonight so cherish it because you’ll be water hydrated for the rest of the night.”

“I’m for real considering hiring you as his life coach right now”, Matt half-joked. “He needs that kind of attitude around him that isn’t coming from Nick or me.”

“Sure,” Lily replied. “How much is the job?”

“You’re leaving me, what?” Alex dramatically questioned as she kept appearing at the most out-of- context moments in conversations. “How am I gonna live without you by my side? Nooooo!”

“I’d never babe, don’t worry.” Lily reassured as everyone laughed at Alex’s fake offence. “Sorry guys, I can’t leave the love of my life alone.”

“We’ll manage, it’s okay.” Matt sat down at the table while opening his own can. “At least we have your number if we actually need your skills one day.”

“We don’t though?” Chris raised an eyebrow at his brother. “You are the only one in contact with Lily bro.”

“Correct,” Nick realised. “I’ll need a way to contact both of you right now.”

“I’ll send Lily’s number to you and give her yours,” Matt offered. “Alex too obviously, we’ll all need yours.”

“Yayy!” The blonde girl agreed. “We soooo must have a group chat because I know it’s the best way for us to keep in touch.”

“Also correct, that’s a necessity.” Nick was completely on board as he felt excited about talking more with the two girls even after he and his brothers would go back to Los Angeles.

Right as the pizzas arrived, phones were being exchanged so that everyone could get all the numbers they were missing. Soon enough, they all had each other’s numbers and they could directly transition to eating dinner. It was a much needed moment as the triplets got to know the girls better, especially in an environment they were familiar with.

After they had finished eating, Alex only had one idea in her mind which she decided to share:

“What do y’all think about watching a movie? Best way to end the day and it doesn’t require any energy.”

Although Lily felt tired, she agreed as she saw that Nick, Matt and Chris were down for it. The girls offered them to look at their DVDs since it would be quicker to choose than using a streaming platform. The triplets couldn’t help but notice the amount of Disney movies they had and one in particular caught Nick’s eye as he took it out to admire it.

“You have Edward Scissorhands?!”

“Yep”, Alex replied with a smile. “One of our favourites!”

To this, Nick immediately decided that they needed to watch it without any care as to what his brothers would say – they would never turn down Nick’s favourite movie and even less if the girls loved it too. The group therefore settled on the couch as Lily put on the movie. She threw multiple blankets on the couch in case anyone needed one during the evening and apologised when she actually hit Matt with two of them at the same time, to which he playfully threw one of the small pillows at her when she went to sit down.

As the movie started, the excitement could be seen on Nick’s face. He was always over the moon when he’d watch it and being able to have this in common with his new friends was a bonus. Although Lily loved Edward Scissorhands, the tiredness was catching up to her. She hated the fact that she was close to falling asleep in front of this masterpiece, especially when it had only been half an hour since the movie had begun. It didn’t help that the couch was extremely comfortable and the blankets were keeping her warm.

Soon enough, Lily was actually asleep. Because of the dim lights in the room, it wasn’t noticeable by the others that her eyes had closed and they only realised when the movie eventually ended. As Alex saw that Lily wasn’t moving when they turned on the lights and decided to all go to sleep, she nudged her side to notify her of the end of the movie. Alex had hesitated to let her sleep on the couch but when she remembered that the triplets were here, she thought it would be more practical to have Lily sleep upstairs. Therefore, Lily was gently woken up and she apologised for having fallen asleep. They all reassured her that they didn’t mind, especially Matt who knew that driving was pretty tiresome sometimes. Before they went upstairs, Lily asked about the sleeping arrangements as the triplets would split between Alex’s room and the couch. They quickly chose that Matt and Chris would be together in Alex’s room – as they were used to that back home because of Chris never sleeping in his own room – while Nick would be alone on the couch, thus giving him the space he deserved. Therefore, while Alex accompanied Matt and Chris upstairs, Lily prepared the couch for Nick. As she still looked tired, Nick offered to help Lily but she refused as he was the guest here.

“Thank you for that.”

“No problem, have a good night and make yourself at home. Come get me or Alex if you need anything.”

“That’s kind thanks but I’ll let you both rest, don't worry.” Nick waved at Lily as she was leaving him downstairs. “Sleep well too!”

The pair smiled at each other before Lily went upstairs to join Alex. She arrived at the same time as the blonde bid Matt and Chris goodnight so she did the same as they had left the door open to wish her a good night too. Lily then went to her room and found Alex already on her bed as she couldn’t wait for a sleepover with her best friend, although it would be all sleep and no chit-chatting.

“I still cannot believe we have the Sturniolo triplets in our house bro.”

“No but same,” Lily agreed. “Although it feels less like that, you know? We’re actually becoming friends with them.”

“You and Matt already were I guess but yeah, I’m just scared we’re gonna wake up tomorrow and they’re not here.”

“Don’t worry babe”, Lily assured as she slid under the covers. “They can’t get rid of us now.”

Alex snickered at that before hugging Lily and wishing her a good night, to which Lily said the same back to her, before both girls drifted off to sleep.

~~~

I guess I did have a nap before sleeping, Lily thought as she was already awake at nine o’clock in the morning. Turning to the side, she saw that her best friend was still sound asleep and would be for a while. No point in staying in bed in case I wake her up. Lily then decided to head downstairs after a quick journey to the bathroom to do her morning routine. However, as she arrived in the living-room, the girl almost let out a gasp as she saw someone on her couch. Oh my fucking– fuck, she internally swore as she had almost forgotten that Nick was sleeping there. Damn, where do I go now? She wondered as she eyed the kitchen that was the only room available at the moment. Lily knew that the triplets might not wake up soon enough so she decided that she had time to prepare a nice breakfast for everyone, given that she hadn’t cooked for them yesterday evening. What’s something everyone could enjoy? And something I also make easily enough? Lily hesitated as she tried to quietly rummage through the cupboards and the fridge to look amongst the ingredients she had. She quickly chose to make pancakes as it was a basic recipe for her and everyone would be able to customise it to their liking. 

~~~

Half an hour later, Lily was almost done with the batter as she had prepared enough to feed a family of ten. She was confident in her cooking skills and hoped that the triplets would like her food as much as Alex did. Focused on heating the pancakes, Lily hadn’t noticed someone quietly slipping in the kitchen until they talked to her.

“Hey”, a soft voice called. “What are you doing up this early?”

“Oh my–” Lily did a 180° so fast that Matt thought she would end up dizzy. “Shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to…”

“No worries bro. I was too deep in thought, my spatial awareness is at its lowest right now.” Lily turned back to keep an eye on the food before continuing. “You slept well?”

“I did, thanks. You?”

“Yep, everything’s good.”

“What are you making?” Matt wondered as he walked to stand next to the girl. “Smells great.”

“Pancakes”, Lily replied while flipping them. “Please tell me y’all like that. I can always make you something else if needed.”

“That’s perfect, don’t worry.” Matt leaned back on the counter with a smile to reassure Lily. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to though. I’ve always loved cooking for Alex and this is a recipe I mastered long ago so I’m just showing off to be honest.”

“I’ll be the judge of this so-called mastering then.”

“Wanna try one now?” Lily offered as she was finishing the first pancakes out of many more that would come. “No one would know you got an early tasting.”

“How can I refuse when you’re offering?” Matt rhetorically asked as he gladly accepted the fork Lily gave him.

While he was chewing, Lily turned off the heat as she turned sideways to observe Matt’s reaction. He looked neutral so she had no idea how to interpret him. However, as he quickly took another bite, Lily relaxed with a sigh before switching her gaze from his face to his attire. She couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing the usual pyjamas he would wear in videos: a basic short-sleeved white t-shirt that allowed his tattoos to be visible with blue plaid sweatpants, in which he does look good even when he just woke up.

“This is so freaking good!” Matt whisper-yelled of excitement, bursting Lily’s bubble of daydream. His eyes almost twinkled as he held a smile on his face. “You can be proud of yourself Lily, you truly mastered pancakes.”

“Thanks Matt, that means a lot.” Lily had always known she was a good cook – not deserving of a Michelin star though she was above average for certain recipes – but hearing those compliments from Matt made her feel special. “Will Chris and Nick like that, you think?”

“Of course, no way they’re not eating that.” As he finished his pancake, Matt thought for a bit. “I might actually tell them you’re the worst cook ever just so I can have more.”

“You will have enough for yourself I hope, but I’ll be happy to make some for you anytime again.”

“That’ll be my pleasure.”

As they smiled at each other, Lily and Matt were almost forgetting that anytime might not be for a while as those moments together were only temporary. Soon enough, Matt would go back to Boston with his brothers then to Los Angeles, thus leaving Lily with Alex in Spring Hill. Soon enough, thousands of miles would separate them along with a three hours difference, although they would still be in the same country. But for now, the present was more important and as they both put the near happening reality in the back of their minds, the two friends simply enjoyed the time they currently had together.

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[absentcaryatid]

The Favorite Customer

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

An irresistible Jongho along with friends from his writers' group become regulars at the coffeehouse the reader runs with Yunho.

2K fluffy words, Content note: gender neutral reader referred to by they/them pronouns, food

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Despite years of experience serving coffee, the request for something called a coffee tonic was a new one. “It is made with espresso over ice, cut with tonic water, and optional simple syrup.” The customer before you, Jongho according to the cup name, added that preferred his unsweetened.

“Hey Yunho, do we still have that tonic water in the back?” While your employee went to look, you explained Italian sodas had just been added to the menu to take advantage of the warming weather. Flavored syrups and cream were always on hand for the coffees anyway, so it had been a simple matter to begin stocking club soda to complete the recipe. Somewhere in the ordering process either you or Yunho had mistakenly picked tonic water instead so the idea of suddenly having a purpose for the stuff was an appealing one.

Triumphantly holding aloft a bottle, Yunho returned batting his eyelashes. “You see, I am a genius for ordering tonic water. We needed it after all.”

Knowing it was just humorous bluster on the part of the usually self-effacing man, you agreed Yunho was a genius. “Not for the ingredient mix up, which I still think was my fault, but for your effect on my life. Everything is so much easier since we met.”

Clearing his throat and with a head tilt to Jongho, Yunho reminded you a customer was waiting.

“Since this is experimental, your coffee tonic is on the house. It might take a little longer so Yunho will bring it over to you once it is ready.”

“Thank you. I look forward to it.” With a graceful nod Jongho dropped some bills in the tip jar. He then pulled out a notebook from his trouser pocket and sat at a nearby table, scribbling away. Jongho was impressed when soon afterward Yunho brought the drink over accompanied by a complimentary spinach and Parmesan quiche. “That is incredibly kind of you.”

“My boss is grateful you clued us in to a trend. With a clientele that runs older, we are not exactly cutting edge around here. A basic coffee is what most of the regulars come in for.”

Jongho took a sip. “That's excellent. What a difference from chain coffee bars. I really like the family atmosphere you have here too. You and your partner seem made for each other.”

Yunho clapped a hand over his mouth to cover a laugh. “I only started working here a few weeks ago. They are that warm with everybody. Pretty sure my boss could charm even the most stoic of hearts.”

Flustered, Jongho regretted his offhand comment. “I should not have assumed. My mind goes to romance too easily these days while I am trying to write a love story.”

“No, it is fine.” Yunho looked a little wistful. “We would not be compatible anyway. I don't like to read and they devour books at an astounding rate. Someday the right person will come along who matches their tastes.” Looking down to the notebook Yunho encouraged, “Take all the time you need. You can see we are not busy and lingering customers bring life to the place. And, if you get it published, I can brag the author did some writing here. It will be good for business.” Respecting Jongho's privacy, Yunho then returned to the counter without asking about the story.

Jongho decided he could get used to working on his novel here in the quiet and friendly shop. From that day on he was a regular for coffee tonics and a bite of something savory. There was always welcoming banter from either you or Yunho when he entered, then enough time to himself to get a significant word count in.

Often gazing into space while coming up with the right phrasing, Jongho would catch himself watching you at the counter. No matter how busy the line, you met his eyes with your own smiling ones every time. Slowly but surely the love interest in his novel took on your traits. Not only did the physical description match yours, the character was also quick witted and funny like yourself. Over the course of the story they drew out the more reserved friend turned boyfriend who had a lot in common with Jongho himself. After this progression, the guys in his writers' group had already begun to lovingly tease Jongho about asking you out when they heard how affectionately he described his muse.

Their urging became insistent when they saw the two of you together with some clear signs of attraction on each side. This occurred when the library room they usually gathered at underwent renovation. Jongho had asked if it was okay for his authors' group to meet at the coffeehouse instead. The idea was met with your wholehearted approval. It was not just a business decision, more time in Jongho's presence was the real draw. By now your crush had become so obvious that Yunho was merciless with his good-natured jokes about your 'boyfriend' whenever customers were not around.

Greeting them enthusiastically, you made the group feel at home from their first meeting. An interesting mix of personalities, you wondered what drew them together beyond a love of words. It did not take long to see the way they cared for each other and were closely bonded. Within a few meetings you were just as welcome among them as a friend, and it warmed your heart to have expanded your social circle.

The first to introduce himself had been Hongjoong. It was not just a vibrant head of blue hair and eclectic clothes that made him stand out, he also seemed to hold something of a leadership position in the group. With such an artistic style it made sense Hongjoong's writing took the form of lyrics to go with his musical compositions.

Seonghwa was working on a self-help book about increasing self-esteem. From what you observed, the elegant and polite man seemed to be working on the project as much for himself as any potential audience. Over the weeks you began to see improvement in the way he carried himself thanks to the continued support of his members. Jongho had been particularly encouraging, and again got you thinking about how attractive he was as a person in addition to the physical aspects you had noticed right away.

Slower to warm up than the others, Yeosang's reserved nature gave way to a talkative jokester once he knew you better. Already successful at writing and illustrating comics, he found getting out to be around others helped his mood as well as his productivity. Yeosang seemed particularly close to two of the members. Wooyoung, the outgoing cookbook writer who always had a funny kitchen anecdote to share was the first. San was the other. One night as he left, the friendly, dimpled man confided he was finally feeling confident enough to preview his poetry in the group and credited your interest in his writing as part of the change.

Alternating between laid back and boisterous with a voice that carried, Mingi was the final man you met. He was currently at work on an engaging history of fashion. Mingi's compliments on your own apparel and thoughtful suggestions of new items to incorporate made you feel good. Mingi had a similar effect on Yunho. The two became fast friends and you later learned they had taken to shopping together expanding Yunho's wardrobe.

With Mingi's encouragement over time, Yunho had unexpectedly become one of the members. Although he was not one for writing, they welcomed him as an engaging oral storyteller and he was able to refine his stories with their assistance. Seamlessly integrating into the group, it was as if Yunho had belonged with them from the start.

The last to reveal his work, you heard Jongho's project was a novel centered around a love story though he would say no more. Perhaps in time he would be ready to talk about it, but you would never press. As it was, you were happy enough just to have him nearby, exchanging pleasantries on his way in or out.

Then too, there were the occasional conversations revealing more of his life. It was something you cherished every time it happened. Jongho had also taken to swapping book recommendations based on your tastes, and lately you sat with him on your breaks to discuss the stories. When a shared love of dramas was discovered, you hoped to work up the courage to invite Jongho to watch something together sometime, maybe just in the coffeehouse after closing to begin with.

Another meeting night came to an end and you waved the last of the men off. Your sigh was heavy as you swept up, cursing another missed opportunity to say something to Jongho. Turning to Yunho you admitted, “You have been right all along. I think, well, I know for certain I have a crush on my favorite customer.”

Out of nowhere, or rather the direction of the restroom, Jongho appeared and joined the conversation in a friendly tone that masked his disappointment. “And here I was thinking I was your favorite customer. So, who's the lucky person?”

Frozen in place with a panicked look, your mind raced trying to come up with a face-saving reply.

“You are always telling me Jongho is your favorite customer. You've never said that about anybody else before,” Yunho helpfully supplied. The smirk accompanying the statement told you this was a very deliberate comment. His work done, both paid employment for the day and as your wingman, Yunho hung around and busied himself far down the counter, but still within earshot. He might seem innocent with his cheerful demeanor, but Yunho certainly could be crafty too. Somehow you'd have to get back at him later on, that is if you even survived the embarrassment of this moment.

You watched a smile break out as Jongho worked through the new information. “I know it can go quite badly to ask someone out while they are at work, but I'm sensing it might be okay in this case. For some time now I have wanted to take you someplace for dinner. Would you be my date?”

Almost too excited to speak, you managed to squeak out, “Yes, I would like that very much.”

Your grin matched Jongho's and that signal of success led to muffled cheers heard through the shop window. The rest of the writers' group practically had their noses pressed to the glass watching from outside. They poured back in led by Wooyoung who slapped Jongho across the back and exclaimed, “I knew you had it in you.” The others offered congratulations in turn to Jongho and yourself before dragging a somewhat dazed Jongho out. No doubt they would be psyching Jongho up for his first date just as Yunho would be offering you the same support.

Despite any initial awkwardness getting the relationship off the ground, it was a success. By the time Jongho's first novel finally came out, you were already living together and he welcomed your offer to host the launch party in your coffeehouse, as well as subsequent events for the rest of your shared friend group. Author readings had by now become a popular staple of your cafe. As a raconteur par excellence on open mic nights, even Yunho in time had a volume of his own transcribed tales published.

Taking great pride in the group's accomplishments, over time each of their autographed books became available for sale beside the cash register. All of the volumes by local authors were popular, but none outsold Jongho's love story about the man who admired a cafe owner from afar. The characters' mutual pining came to an end thanks to a chain of unlikely and humorous events that made it an entertaining reread. This was your favorite of the books developed by the writers meeting in your coffee shop too, though your true preference was for living the real-life version with Jongho at your side.

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Jongho Masterlist

General Masterlist

[linzsaw]

My Monthly Favs What’s in my cup:

Every morning I drink iced coffee made from my one & only Nespresso machine. The past few months I can’t get enough of the double espresso blend, and then I add a bit of whole milk (happy cows only) and sweet cream. I can’t find anything better from Starbucks or anywhere else. Sometimes if I’m craving a hot drink, I’ll head to Dutch Bros for a hot Carmelizer and it is totally worth the cringy 9 minute forced convo with the DB crew. I also start my day with electrolytes, currently in the watermelon flavor. It’s surprisingly really delicious but I miss the Electrolyte Synergy blend that I was drinking for a long time, which has been sold out for almost a year now. :’)

What’s on my plate:

Dinner lately has been the laziest in America. After our trip, Drew & I either have the same ole chicken, rice and veggies, a spicy “mexican bowl” or some form of pasta, usually with Raos Arriabatta sauce. This week we’ve been stuffing our faces with Trader Joe’s frozen meals. We promise to be better next month, but we are really exhausted and the last thing we feel like planning are meals. However, for the last week of December we actually have some things planned for the holiday weekend. On Friday, we’re hitting up the town as we do every year to walk around and see the lights, and find festive little bars to try out new Christmas cocktails. We plan to spend Christmas with just the two of us. For Christmas Eve we are making our annual corn beef, cabbage and carrots because apparently we are super Irish (confirmed by 23&me which btw leaked all my genes to hackers). On Christmas we are having tri-tip, garlic & butter brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. The Christmas cookies we’re making this year include White Chocolate Cherry Shortbread cookies, Peanut Butter Blossoms, & Holly Leaves. Okay and now that I’ve told you all that, the Christmas cocktails we decided on this year are The Mistletoe Kiss (a vodka, soda water, rosemary & cranberry drank) and Bad Santa White Russians. I also heard that Moon X Pinot Noir from Trader Joes was really good and lately the Redvolution just isn’t doing it for me.  Let me know if you want any of these recipes, ladies. I will make sure to find GF, DF, and V options. 

What’s on my bookshelf:

I’ve finished two of the Colleen Hoover books, and now I’m reading another one of hers called Verity. It’s kinda depressing but that’s kinda the vibe as of late so I’m into it. 

What’s in my playlist:

We love the Sia Christmas album. It’s so fun and happy. Believe it or not, Andy introduced me to it lol. It’s so good!! Other songs I’ve been into are I remember everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. It reminds me of a family member rn which is very depressing to me. Fun to cry to. Bubble - STAYC, Surround Sound - JID 21 Savage, Baby Tate, Adora Hills - Doja Cat. 

What I’m up to:

Making our house into a winter wonderland of lights. Watching hella hallmark movies. Being seriously lazy, not working out or eating healthy. Walks with Snoop around the park. Mandala scratch off nightscapes. Reading at 3am when I was jetlagged. I had a sleep study this month too, no sleep apnea for me, back to mouth taping! It really does help with quality of sleep for me. You should try it! Also magnesium spray on my feet (shout out to Aly). This has helped with my restless leg syndrome that we’ve all experienced. This weekend, we’re making all our foods and cocktails, going downtown, driving around with hot choc to look at lights, and heading up to Rocky Mountain to hike a bunch of mountains. 

Skincare Saviors:

My skin gets so dry in Colorado, its TERRIBLE. And now that I’m saving for a house, I had to break up with my amazing esthetician, who by the way I stole this template from. I’m obsessed with Dermlogica thanks to her. I use a miscellar water if I wore any make-up. If not, I just double clease with my face wash. In the AM I’ll use my Rosehip Triple C+E Firming  Oil, followed by COSRX snail mucin essence, and a magical mix of calm water gel and intensive moisture balance. 

Love you long time,

Li

[la-appel-du-vide]

10•27•24 - Halloween Party 2024

For this year's group costume, we did Peter Pan! We had Glen as Peter, me as Tinkerbell, B as Captain Hook, Jason as Smee, Beach as Wendy, and Kena as a lost boy!

We took pictures at Pineview, to get some water in the background, and some mountains to hopefully help give the illusion of Neverland! It wasn't perfect, but it worked ok! Pictures were cold, but went well. I need to find a new remote clicker so I don't have to constantly run back and forth to push the button on the camera!

Then we went to Beach's for the party. We usually do it at our house, but because of Daisy, she wanted to do it at hers this year! Perfect for us, because we love Daisy haha.

We started out with dinner that Beach made - homemade bread and chicken pot pie soup, and I brought salad haha. She did so much work, and it was so good!!

Then we got started on games while we waited for her homemade pie to cook. The first one we did was Glen's. He had a surprise liquid drinking game, where there were eight possible options, and you'd roll the dice four times to decide which numbers you'd have to try and then guess. My first one was soy sauce, which definitely caught me off guard with how salty it was, but I knew the flavor immediately. Next I had bread and butter pickle juice, and I was proud that I even knew the exact type of pickles they were - helps to come from a household that loves pickles! Then I had corn can water, which was weird but a fairly obvious one. And I ended up a chunky liquid that I had absolutely no idea what to guess. I wrote salsa, just because of the chunks, and it ended up being Italian salad dressing haha. The funniest thing was Jason putting down milk when he tasted the corn can water! After we all guessed our four, we had the option to go back and taste the other four for bonus points. We all did, and so I tried the ones that were considered "treats" since I already did all of the "tricks." There was Strawberries & Cream Dr. Pepper (got that wrong, and also hated it), Fanta (got that one!), Watermelon Ghost (had absolutely no idea), and Cream Soda (missed this one also). Being specific on the type of pickles that it was was the extra half point I needed to be the winner, with Kena right on my heels! And I won a Swig gift card, so love that for me.

We stopped for pie, and Beach's fantastic homemade whipped cream, and then got back into it.

My game was next, and it was a baby food guessing game. I had lucky number 13 different flavors, some fruits and some vegetables, that they had to blindfold taste test and guess. Some had two or three fruits in it, but if they guessed more than what was actually in it (i.e. guessing three fruits and there were only two, or two fruits and there were only one) they'd get no points at all for that one. But they'd get one point for each they guessed correctly, if they guessed the correct number or under. It was so fun to watch their reactions to some of the bad ones, like corn or peas hahah. The girls did way better than the boys, but Kena ended up the winner and got a Jamba Juice gift card!

Jason went next, and set up a sheet with monsters on it that had holes you had to throw stress ball pumpkins through for points. The first round, Glen got 0, B got 1, Beach got 2, Kena and I got 4, and Jason got 0. So Ken and I had a tie-breaker round, and she went first and got all 6! I couldn't compete with that haha. She won two bags of candy for it!

Beach went next and we played a game called Fish Bowl. Everyone came up with five Halloween words or phrases, and one random word or phrase, and put them into the bowl. There were three rounds, and we did girls vs boys. Round one is played like Catch Phrase. On your turn, you get 30 seconds to get your team to guess as many words as possible by describing what's on the paper however you want, without saying the word. Once all the words are gone, they all go back into the bowl for round two - charades. Just acting, no talking. Once all the words are gone from that round, they all go back into the bowl one more time for round 3 - one word clues. That would be hard if you hadn't already had two rounds getting familiar with all the words in there! It was super funny, and the girls dominated (unsurprisingly). (;

Then we did B's game. He had five different cups that we had to try and get in the right order, like Mastermind. The catch was that the other five of us were in a line, and would move the cups, get told how many were in the right order, and then had to go to the end of the line. Whoever was the one to get all five in the right order on their turn was safe, and then the game started again with less people. Instead of a prize for the winner, there was a punishment for the loser. I was the first to "win" and join the other side. Then Jason, then Beach, and finally Ken! This game is so easy with only five cups if you're the only one playing, but it gets way more complicated with others changing things up in ways that you wouldn't! So Glen was the loser, and had to do an interpretive dance for the group as his punishment.

Kena's activity was making caramel apples, but by this point, it was past 11 PM on a work night, so we decided to save that for another day. We had a blast, and I look forward to our Halloween party every single year!

[restaurantify]

Rail Drinks: The Classics That Define Bars Worldwide

Rail drinks like rum and coke, vodka cranberry, and gin and tonic hold a special place in the hearts of bar enthusiasts across the globe. These classic concoctions go beyond being mere libations; they epitomize the term "classic" and form the backbone of bustling bars. 

The Most Popular Rail Drinks 

Among the most frequently ordered rail drinks are rum and coke, vodka cranberry, and gin and tonic. These drinks are not only favorites among patrons but also contribute significantly to a bar's revenue, making them some of the most sought-after options. 

In this blog post, we'll delve into the anatomy of rail drinks, explore their ingredients, highlight their advantages, and provide tips on how to order them. 

What Is a Rail Drink? 

A rail drink is an alcoholic beverage served on a rail, a small, narrow platform typically made of wood or metal that sits atop a bar counter. These drinks are usually served in small glasses designed to fit on the rail. 

Rail cocktails commonly consist of a base spirit like vodka, gin, rum, or whiskey, paired with a mixer such as soda water, juice, or lemonade. Often, a lemon or lime slice serves as the garnish. 

Why Rail Drinks Are Popular 

Rail drinks enjoy popularity in bars and nightclubs due to their simplicity in both preparation and service. Moreover, they tend to be more budget-friendly than cocktails made with premium spirits. 

Exploring the Anatomy of Rail Drinks 

The Name: Origin of "Rail Drink" 

The name "rail drink" derives from the location of the liquor used to create these cocktails. Most bars keep their frequently used, and typically more affordable, spirits on a 'speed rail' or 'well' right in front of the bartender for easy access. 

The Alcohol: Soul of the Rail Drink 

The core of any rail drink is the liquor. Depending on the bar, options may include vodka, rum, gin, tequila, whiskey, and sometimes generic brandy or scotch. These base spirits provide the primary flavor of each cocktail. It's important to note that rail liquors are usually not top-shelf or premium brands; instead, they are cost-effective alternatives with robust flavors. 

The Mixer: Bringing Rail Drinks to Life 

Rail cocktails come alive when liquor meets one or more mixers. Popular mixers include soda water, tonic water, cola, ginger ale, and various fruit juices like cranberry, orange, and pineapple. Depending on customer preferences and the cocktail type, bartenders may also incorporate other mixers such as cream, grenadine, or sour mix. 

The Proportions: Balancing the Flavor 

The proportions in a rail drink are essential. Most rail beverages follow the basic cocktail ratio of one part liquor to two parts mixer. However, these proportions can vary based on the specific drink or the customer's taste. 

The Garnish: Adding the Final Touch 

Garnishes are the finishing touches on rail drinks, enhancing both their appearance and flavor. For example, a Bloody Mary may feature lime wedges, lemon slices, cherries, olives, or even a celery stick. 

Popular Rail Drinks 

So, what exactly is a rail drink? In essence, it's a straightforward mixed drink made with budget-friendly liquor. Here are some of the most beloved rail drinks you'll find at any bar: 

Rum and coke 

Gin and tonic 

Vodka cranberry 

Screwdriver 

Vodka soda 

Whiskey sour 

Tequila sunrise 

Paloma 

Long island iced tea 

What's Inside a Rail Drink? 

Rail drinks always include a few key elements. Firstly, there's always some form of alcohol, whether it's vodka, whiskey, or rum. Secondly, there's typically a mixer, often soda water or ginger ale. Lastly, there's the option for a garnish, which can range from a lemon slice to a cherry. 

How to Order a Rail Drink 

When ordering a rail drink, consider a few factors. First, select the type of alcohol you desire, like vodka, gin, or rum. Next, decide if you want your drink to be sweet or sour. Lastly, choose the mixer you'd like to accompany your rail drink. Soda water, lemonade, and cranberry juice are common mixers. 

To place your order, specify the type of alcohol you want, for instance, "I'd like a vodka rail drink." If you prefer a sweet drink, request it with simple syrup, or if you prefer a sour taste, ask for lime juice. 

Soda water is a popular mixer for rail drinks, but you can always request lemonade or cranberry juice for a different flavor profile. 

By following these guidelines, you can enjoy a personalized rail drink tailored to your preferences. 

The Benefits of Offering Rail Drinks 

Here are the advantages of featuring a rail drink list at your restaurant or bar: 

High Profit Margins: Rail cocktails can significantly boost your establishment's profits due to their cost-effective ingredients paired with higher sales. Drinks typically have the highest profit margins on a restaurant menu, and rail drinks capitalize on this advantage. 

Simple Preparation: Bartenders can quickly and easily mix rail drinks, simplifying their job and increasing your business's efficiency. 

Popularity Among Patrons: Rail cocktails are extremely popular among guests. They provide an affordable and reliable drink option that many people choose when visiting a pub or bar. 

Incorporating rail drinks into your offerings benefits both your bottom line and your patrons. 

In Conclusion 

Rail drinks, also known as well drinks, are a cornerstone of the bartending world. These cocktails, celebrated for their affordability and simplicity, have earned their place as the workhorses of exceptional bars. They are named for their convenient location on the 'speed rail' or 'well,' right in front of the bartender. 

A rail drink's anatomy consists of alcohol, mixers, proportions, and garnishes, with options like rum and coke, gin and tonic, and vodka cranberry delighting patrons worldwide. 

So, the next time you order a rail drink, you'll have a deeper understanding of its composition and can personalize your order to suit your taste. 

For more insights, explore our blog on "8 Simple Steps to Opening a Bar" to learn how to start your own bar. 

[scrumptious-finicky-illusion]

This has been going through my mind a lot lately. It's such a devastating reply to wield against assholes, bad-faith arguers, and the fucking fun police (aka puritanical busybodies, terves, and fascists).

I got fired from my new(ish) job 10 days ago. I loved the little group I worked with and a lot of other employees outside of the group. But I was a bad fit for the way the company wanted things done. I wasn't methodical enough, organized enough, or fast enough. I got written up for the things I did to address the problems they wrote me up for in the first place, and I didn't even think to push back on anything they said, even though I was literally using their methods to try and "improve." My last week there, my supervisor pretty much acted like I didn't exist. Which made me think that maybe, just maybe all the maximum effort I was putting in was finally paying off. Boy, did I feel extra dumb walking out of the office on Friday. Getting the silent treatment now makes me think they made the decision to let me go even before my probation period was up. I was am devastated.

Even though the job (technically the employees) gave me some weird this feels wrong vibes from my first week. At least it was better than my last job, which was pretty abusive from the get go, that I just kept tolerating and working around, for many years.

Cue me using all of last week to not get out of bed but also to go through all 5 stages of grief in random order (with the support of my partner). Financially we're okay. Mentally I've had my entire (tiny) stock of confidence in myself pulled out from under me, and my depression, which was slowly starting to lessen with me having a job, hit some new lows. Do you know how shameful it feels to talk to people who ask me about my job that I got fired? I don't either. I've just avoided talking to anyone who isn't either my bestie or living in my house (a whole two people).

But that picture up there, that particular quote, from a website I used to enjoy that got hijacked by a real life Justin Hammer, those words, now try saying something true and beautiful kept rattling around in my head.

I've been avoiding food. Feeling shaky because of low blood sugar feels better than feeling like I was so wrong blind about how things were going at my job.

My partner was away at a convention all weekend, so I got to be alone with myself in a way I don't often get to. No agenda, no plans, no putting everyone else first to allow me to neglect myself, just doing what I wanted when I wanted. It was great, because my life was finally quiet enough for me to hear what I wanted to do (or not do).

I left all my work crap in my car for most of the week. I brought my office plant into the house and saw it had a post it note stuck in the dirt. It had a phone number I thought I'd forgotten to get.

I cried.

I went to the grocery store to get one thing that my brain allowed me to eat (an ethnic cookie). I also bought a bunch other stuff, anything my brain even perked up a little bit at the thought of. I was debating fast food options while at the market, and once I was out, I decided not to think about it anymore and just go get the Loki Season 2 meal from the drive through. It's been so long since I just-- ordered a combo, the cashier had to ask me if I wanted a Coke. Yep. Large? Yep. So I got my two packets of Loki-show branded sweet and sour sauce.

<Kronk voice>And I drank most of that there Coca Cola fountain drink at 3pm in the afternoon. The one with the real sugar in it. The kind of soda I don't normally drink. You know, one that had more caffeine in that serving than I'd had over the entire month before. The quantities of caffeine I usually avoid.

The Large®.

</Kronk voice>

And then came the ideas. There were plot bunnies that I didn't just sit around and dream about. There was writing. There was some rewriting. There was more writing. I was up until 3 or so. Lay in bed until about 8:30 am continuing to work (but on my phone) Came out and put it on my laptop, kept going all day yesterday until 2am, and started again today until I felt about 80 percent done with the barf-it-all-out-on-the-page kind of writing and 20 percent done with the snap-all-the-pieces-onto-the-timeline-slash-grid editing.

I noticed that my writing is both architectural and garden-like at the same time. Like an espaliered apple tree.

(I think that's an apple tree.) You can make trees do tricks like this, and they'll produce hella more fruit in way less space, but only if you train it on a grid or wires or a lattice from a very young age. Every year the tree branches get a little bigger and a little longer, and you bend them carefully until they go the way you have planned. It's fussy. It takes time and regular attention (exactly the way my brain doesn't work).

But I can throw a few sentences on a page, keep going, look up at what came before and see that it needs a few words added in here and there, keep going, look up again and add a few more words in other places, again and again, etcetera, ad nauseum. Start at the top and do it all again. It's cool to see my sentences grow like that.

Should I say that acquiring The Loki Sauce cured my writer's block? It would be irresponsible to. But I think I will anyway.

If you are reading this, all the way down here at the end of the post, bless you. Thanks for reading.

[dentalservices]

Teeth Whitening Procedures: Which One is Right for You?

Having white teeth is not only aesthetically pleasing but also a sign of good dental health. Teeth discoloration can occur due to various reasons such as age, smoking, and consuming certain food and drinks. Teeth whitening procedures have become popular over the years, with several options available to choose from. If you're considering teeth whitening in NSW, it's important to understand which procedure is best suited for your needs. In this article, we will explore the various teeth whitening procedures available and help you decide which one is right for you.

In-Office Teeth Whitening

In-office teeth whitening NSW is a popular option for those looking for a quick and effective way to whiten their teeth. The procedure involves applying a high concentration of hydrogen peroxide gel on your teeth, which is activated by a special light. The entire process takes around 60-90 minutes, and you can see results immediately.

In-office teeth whitening is a great option if you have deep stains or want to see quick results. It is also a good choice for those with sensitive teeth, as the St Clair dentist can adjust the strength of the gel to prevent any discomfort. However, it can be expensive compared to other options, and you may need multiple sessions to achieve the desired results.

At-Home Teeth Whitening

At-home teeth whitening kits have become increasingly popular in recent years. They typically consist of a custom-made tray that fits over your teeth and a whitening gel that you apply to the tray. You wear the tray for a specified period each day, usually for a few weeks, until you achieve the desired level of whiteness.

At-home teeth whitening kits are a more affordable option compared to in-office treatments, and they can be done in the comfort of your own home. However, they may take longer to achieve the desired results, and some people may experience sensitivity or gum irritation from the whitening gel.

Whitening Toothpaste

Whitening toothpaste is a popular option for those looking for a more affordable and accessible way to whiten their teeth. Whitening toothpaste contains abrasive particles that gently remove surface stains from your teeth. They can be used as part of your daily oral hygiene routine, and you may notice a difference in the whiteness of your teeth after a few weeks of use.

Whitening toothpaste is a great option for those with mild staining or as a maintenance option after a professional teeth whitening treatment. However, they may not be effective for those with deeper stains or discoloration, and they can be abrasive if used too frequently, causing tooth sensitivity.

Natural Teeth Whitening Remedies

There are several natural teeth whitening remedies that have gained popularity in recent years. These include oil pulling, baking soda, and apple cider vinegar. While some of these remedies may have some anecdotal evidence supporting their effectiveness, there is little scientific evidence to back up their claims.

Natural teeth whitening remedies may be a good option for those looking for a more natural approach to oral care. However, it's important to be cautious, as some of these remedies may be too abrasive or acidic and can cause damage to your teeth.

Conclusion

Teeth whitening procedures have become increasingly popular over the years, with several options available to choose from. In-office teeth whitening is a great option if you want to see quick results or have deep stains, but it can be expensive. At-home teeth whitening kits are more affordable and can be done in the comfort of your own home, but they may take longer to achieve the desired results. Whitening toothpaste is a good option for those with mild staining or as a maintenance option, but it may not be effective for deeper stains.

[mooseandsadie]

What Are the 23 Flavors in Dr Pepper?

If you love Dr Pepper, then you have likely heard of the unique soda's 23 flavors. But what makes these flavors so special?

It's a deliciously complex carbonated drink that has been delighting taste buds for 135 years. Invented by pharmacist Charles Alderton in 1885, it was named after his favorite doctor.

What Are the 23 Flavors in Dr Pepper?

1. Cherry

Cherry is a fruity flavor that adds an extra layer of sweetness to the beverage. It’s a delicious addition to your diet and a great way to satisfy sweet cravings.

It’s also a popular ingredient in cakes and marinades. Try adding a bit of Dr Pepper to your next recipe for an unexpected twist!

Dr Pepper is made with a blend of 23 unique flavors that come together to create its classic taste. Some of these include cherry, licorice, amaretto (almond-flavored liqueur), blackberry, caramel, cola and more.

2. Vanilla

Dr Pepper is a sweet and refreshing soda that has been satisfying thirsts since the late 1800s. Its unique blend of carbonated water, sweetener (like sugar or high fructose corn syrup), caramel color, phosphoric acid for tanginess and natural & artificial flavors along with preservative sodium benzonate makes it the perfect choice for a satisfying refreshment.

The taste of vanilla in dr pepper can be very reminiscent of strawberry, marshmallow and cotton candy. It is considered a classic cream soda flavor and has been praised by many people.

It can be served on its own, mixed with your favorite spirits or flavors for a creative cocktail or paired with ice cream for a sweet twist on the classic float. However you choose to enjoy dr pepper, you'll be sure to have a good time! This popular soft drink is available in more than 170 countries and territories.

3. Caramel

Caramel is a popular flavor in dr pepper because it adds a sweet, buttery flavor that gives the soda a unique taste. You might also notice a hint of vanilla in this flavor as well, which helps bring out the sweetness and depth of the drink.

Dr Pepper fans have a chance to try this new flavor soon! It will be part of the company's Fansville Reserve collection.

However, a recent petition by the Center for Science in the Public Interest to ban the use of caramel coloring has put the ingredient under intense scrutiny. CSPI said that the coloring contains 4-methylimidazole, a chemical known to cause cancer.

4. Ginger

The flavor of ginger in dr pepper is an inviting blend of sweet and spicy flavors. It’s a classic combination that gives the drink an unforgettable taste.

The story behind the creation of Dr Pepper goes back to 1885 when a Brooklyn-born pharmacist named Charles Alderton began experimenting with a new soda in his Waco, Texas drug store. He noticed that patrons enjoyed the sweet smell of the fountain and decided to create a new soft drink.

The soda has a unique blend of 23 flavors that give it a one-of-a-kind taste. The flavor profile includes sweet notes of cherry, licorice, amaretto and caramel as well as spicy notes of ginger and peppermint.

5. Amaretto

Amaretto is a sweet almond liqueur that can be used in a variety of drinks. It can also be used in desserts and savory dishes.

Amaretto can be found in many different stores and is usually made with distilled alcohol. This means that it should be gluten-free as long as the base is not made with wheat or rye.

This liqueur can be served straight or mixed with other spirits. It can also be poured over ice for a refreshing drink that is sure to please.

The drink has a unique flavor that is enjoyed by people all over the world. It contains no high fructose corn syrup and is made with natural cane sugar. This makes it a great option for those who want to stay healthy.

6. Blackberry

Dr Pepper Dark Berry is a new twist on the classic soda. It starts with the OG Dr Pepper flavor that fans know and love, but adds darker fruit flavors like black currant, blackberry and black cherry.

This new beverage is available nationwide in 12-packs of 12-oz cans for $5.29 or 20-oz bottles for $1.99. The flavor is also available in a zero-sugar variant.

When I tried this soda, I immediately noticed the berry flavor. But the aftertaste reminded me of a blue ice pop.

If you’re looking for a new drink to try this summer, give this one a try. It’s a unique blend of 23 flavors that come together to create a one-of-a-kind taste.

7. Almond

Dr Pepper is a soft drink that has been around for over 135 years. It is one of the most famous sodas in the world, and it has a unique flavor that sets it apart from other brands on the market.

It was invented in 1885 by pharmacist Charles Alderton. He was experimenting with different fruit flavors in his pharmacy, and he created the flavor we know today.

He wanted to recreate the smell of his pharmacy, and he came up with the taste of Dr Pepper as a result. The drink is made up of 23 different flavors, including cola, cherry, licorice, amaretto (almond), vanilla, blackberry, apricot, caramel, pepper, anise, sarsaparilla, ginger, molasses, lemon, plum, orange, nutmeg, cardamon, all spice, coriander juniper and birch.

Dr Pepper is a delicious and refreshing soft drink that can help you maintain a healthy weight. It has less sugar and caffeine than Coke, and it is also low in calories.

8. Black Licorice

Dr Pepper is a unique carbonated soda that features 23 flavors. First made in 1885 in Waco, Texas, it is one of the oldest major soft drinks brands in the United States.

The original formula was created by a pharmacist named Charles Alderton at Morrison’s Old Corner Drug Store in Waco, Texas. He was inspired by the smell of his pharmacy, and he wanted to replicate it with a carbonated beverage.

Many people believe that the flavor of dr pepper is made up of amaretto, almond, carrot, clove, cherry, caramel, blackberry, black licorice, cola, ginger, juniper, lemon, molasses, nutmeg, orange, pepper, plum, prune, raspberry, root beer, rum and vanilla.

In addition to its signature flavor, dr pepper has been used in a variety of different recipes throughout history. You can mix dr pepper with ice cream for a refreshing milkshake or simmer it along with spices to create a unique glaze for meats or vegetables.

9. Carrot

Carrots are a super food that's packed with vitamins, minerals, fiber and antioxidants. Each serving of carrots offers more than half the recommended daily vitamin A requirement, as well as potassium and folate.

A carrot is also a low-calorie, high-fiber food that can help you feel full so you won't overeat, reducing your calorie intake and supporting weight loss. They also help control blood sugar, making them a great choice for people with diabetes.

The flavors of carrots vary widely at a molecular level and are largely due to the volatile compounds called terpenoid-based flavor compounds. Variations in the fraction of these terpenoid-based flavors are what give different carrot cultivars their unique aromas and tastes.

10. Clove

Dr Pepper is one of the most famous and iconic sodas in the world, and it has a unique flavor that sets it apart from the competition. It contains 23 flavors that come together to create a complex and unique taste that you’ll never find in any other soda.

A staple in the beverage industry, Dr Pepper has been around since 1885. It’s one of the oldest and most popular brands in America, and its recognizable logo and campaigns make it easy to spot in stores across the country.

The drink was invented in 1885 by pharmacist Charles Alderton who formulated it while working at a drug store in Waco, Texas. He was inspired by the smell of a particular soda fountain and decided to recreate the same taste in a drink

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What Are The Benefits of Using a Beverage Machine?

Beverage machines are a convenient way to get a quick drink on the go. They are found in many places, from airports to convenience stores. This essay will discuss the advantages and disadvantages of beverage machines, as well as their impact on the environment.

Beverage machines offer a wide variety of drinks for consumers to choose from. From energy drinks to sodas, there is something for everyone. They are also convenient, as they are often located in places where people can easily access them. Additionally, they are usually cheaper than buying drinks from a store or restaurant. This makes them an attractive option for those looking for a quick and affordable drink.

Another advantage of having beverage machines is that they are often more hygienic than other options. The machines are regularly cleaned and maintained, ensuring that the drinks are safe to consume. Furthermore, the machines are often equipped with safety features such as child-proof locks and tamper-proof seals, making them even more secure.

Despite their advantages, there are some drawbacks to using beverage machines. For one, they can be expensive to maintain and operate. The machines require regular cleaning and maintenance, which can be costly. Additionally, the machines can be unreliable, as they can break down or malfunction. This can lead to customers being unable to get their desired drink.

Furthermore, beverage machines can have a negative impact on the environment. The machines use electricity and produce waste in the form of plastic bottles and cans. This waste can end up in landfills or oceans, leading to pollution and other environmental issues.

Beverage machines offer a convenient way to get a quick drink on the go. While they have many advantages, such as offering a wide variety of drinks and being more hygienic than other options, they also have some drawbacks. They can be expensive to maintain and operate, and they can have a negative impact on the environment. Ultimately, it is up to the consumer to decide if the advantages outweigh the disadvantages when it comes to using beverage machines.

The debate over the health benefits of soda has been ongoing for years. While some people believe that soda is an unhealthy beverage, there are actually some healthy alternatives to traditional soda. In this blog section, I will discuss two healthy soda options: sparkling water and kombucha. These two beverages offer a healthier alternative to traditional soda and can be enjoyed without guilt.

Sparkling water is a great alternative to traditional soda. It is made by adding carbon dioxide to regular water, which gives it a bubbly, refreshing taste. Unlike traditional soda, sparkling water does not contain any added sugar or artificial sweeteners. This makes it a much healthier option than traditional soda. Additionally, sparkling water is low in calories and contains no caffeine, making it a great choice for those looking to reduce their sugar and caffeine intake.

Another benefit of sparkling water is that it is available in a variety of flavours. From fruity options like lemon and lime to more exotic flavours like cucumber and mint, there are plenty of options to choose from. This makes it easy to find a flavour that you enjoy without having to worry about added sugar or artificial sweeteners.

Kombucha is another great alternative to traditional soda. It is a fermented tea that is made by combining tea, sugar, and a culture of bacteria and yeast. This fermentation process creates a slightly sweet, slightly tart beverage that is packed with probiotics and other beneficial bacteria. Unlike traditional soda, kombucha contains no added sugar or artificial sweeteners, making it a much healthier option.

Kombucha also contains a variety of vitamins and minerals, including vitamin B12, iron, and magnesium. This makes it a great choice for those looking to increase their intake of essential vitamins and minerals. Additionally, kombucha is available in a variety of flavors, making it easy to find one that you enjoy.

In conclusion, there are many healthy alternatives to traditional soda. Sparkling water and kombucha are two great options that offer a healthier alternative to traditional soda without sacrificing taste. Both beverages are low in calories, contain no added sugar or artificial sweeteners, and are available in a variety of flavors. So if you're looking for a healthier alternative to traditional soda, give sparkling water or kombucha a try!

[randomshyperson]

Hello, can I request a Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her. And hopefully happy ending? :)

I followed your request, but I don't know if it was exactly what you expected hahaha I hope you like it anyway.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - If You Asked Me To 

Part 2 (Smut Special)

Summary: Prompt request “ Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her.” 

Words:  6.432K || Read on AO3

Warnings: Brief smut i think, cursing, mentions of drinking, a bit of angst, teasing, dirty talk, college au.

Marks:  @abimess​

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You were very angry with your best friend.

Carol Danvers made you drive three hours to her university and her dorm, only to leave you locked out.

You were calling for the ninth or tenth time when the phone went to voicemail again and you resisted the urge to throw the phone away and left a new message.

"Carol, if you haven't had an accident, I'm going to strangle you when you get here." You grumbled against the device. "I'm at your dorm door, where the hell are you?"

You waited for another fifteen minutes before a redheaded girl approached you, clearly wanting to open the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, you let out a sigh.

"You must be Natasha, Carol told me about you." You say and the girl confirms with a nod. "I'm her friend from NYU, she just stood me up."

The girl laughed lightly as she unlocked the door. 

"No, she's just drunk in the building next door." She told you and you frowned. "Steve Rogers is having a party in the boys' dorm, and the last time I saw her, she was dancing on the table."

Natasha came into the room, beckoning you to follow her. She threw the bag she was carrying on the bed, and you threw your backpack on the bed that was supposed to be Carol's.

"I'm going to kill her." You grumble angrily, and Nat laughs. 

"Please don't do that, nice roommates are hard to find." She jokes, sitting down on the bed. You laugh, taking one last look at your cell phone. 

"Are you going to stick around?" You ask and the girl looks at you with a raised eyebrow.  "Carol had told me that you were going to sleep with your boyfriend or something, so the bed would be free." You clarify with flushed cheeks.

Nat bites her lips, slightly thoughtful.

"It's that option off." She comments. "We broke up tonight so."

"Damn, I'm sorry." 

"It's okay." She assures with a smile. "He was kind of a jerk. And I do prefer chicks anyway."

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Nat looks at you with squinted eyes.

"Are you into girls?" She asks suddenly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"S-sure." You reply. "But I'm not interested in you." You say and she raises her eyebrows in surprise, and you hasten to add. "No, sorry. Damn it is... I didn't mean it like that... I.... You're pretty and all but.... I don't... " You start to ramble on and she crosses her arms, looking at you with an amused smile on her lips. You take a deep breath before responding more firmly. "I meant that I'm already dating someone."

Nat laughs.

"I don't see a ring."

You blush looking at your hands at the same moment, and then looking at her.

"I..."

"I'm just messing with you." She says next, and you sigh with relief. But then she has a mischievous expression next. "But if you want my advice, I would put on a ring. A pretty girl like you sometimes needs a chain."

You swallowed dryly, looking away quickly. And then the door opened, and your best friend stumbled drunkenly inside, and she was not alone.

"Wow, I didn't know there were people here" Complains a very pretty black girl holding your friend by the waist and slightly startled when she notices you. Carol had her back turned and blinked in surprise when she turned around, clearly drunk. You crossed your arms.

"Hey, I know you!" She laughingly commented pointing her finger at you. You rolled your eyes, not being able to stay mad at her like that. It was funny.

"Ah, I have one of those faces you know." You commented with a smile. "Or maybe it's the fucking picture of us on your headboard."

Carol looked at you for a second and then let out a surprised exclamation, throwing her arms around you.

"I can't believe you're here! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed happily hugging you and you rolled your eyes, laughing at her inebriated state. You held out your hand to greet the other girl as Carol stood over you.

"You must be Maria, right?" you asked and she confirmed with a nod, half embarrassed. "I was hoping to meet you over coffee, but I guess this will do."

Maria laughs lightly, she too looks drunk. 

You sigh impatiently as you take Carol's arms off of you.

"We'll have a talk about commitment when you're sober, my sweet friend." You say to the blonde, who just smiles at you.

"Let's get something to drink while these two make out." Natasha comments getting up and pulling you by the hand. 

//-//

You both end up in the dorm cafeteria, and you rub your forehead lightly, feeling tired.

"Is there somewhere for me to sleep, around here?" You ask Nat as you sit down at one of the tables. "I really don't want to drive to a motel."

Nat stands thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"You can sleep in Maria's bed, since she's sleeping with Carol." She suggests and you sigh, taking a sip of the drink you bought from the machine. The coffee was not good, and you grimaced.

"God, that's awful." You comment and Nat laughs.

"Yeah, nobody ever orders that."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I love to mess with the NYU kids."

You look at her in surprise, but then you laugh and Nat follows you. 

"Fair enough." You grumble. The rivalry between the two colleges was not something unfamiliar to you.

"You might as well try Rogers' party." She starts with a suggestive smile. "Find a one-night stand, and get a bed to share."

You frown.

"I already told you I'm taken."

Nat laughs, taking a sip of her soda before speaking again.

"Yeah, and I'm not buying it."

You laugh, running your hands through your hair. Then you pull your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, and look for a picture in your gallery. You sigh when you don't find what you're looking for.

"Okay, I don't have any pictures with her, but that doesn't mean I'm lying..."

Nat laughs, placing the drink on the table and reaching for your cell phone, turning it over to herself. A picture of a redheaded girl on the glass screen.

"She's pretty." Nat comments. "Why don't you have pictures?"

You sigh, deciding if you should share with someone you just met. From what Carol said, Natasha was a nice girl. And honestly, you already liked her.

"We're not an official thing yet." You say shrugging, and putting your cell phone away, then putting your hands in your pockets. "Well, we are a thing. I'm just not sure what."

"Wow, that's trouble." She comments. "This kind of thing usually ends with everyone getting hurt."

"Yeah, I know." You mumble half annoyed. "But that it's temporary. We just need to connect properly, and everything will work out."

Nat looks at you with an insinuating smile.

"Someone is very much in love." She scoffs and you shrug, blushing. "That explains your gay panic earlier when I flirted with you."

You laugh sheepishly.

"Shut up."

//-//

You become friends with Natasha Romanoff after that. And now, almost three months later, you are single. Again.

"You know what, Wanda, do whatever you want." You retort angrily before slamming the door on your way out.

The first place you end up is in the outdoor area of the campus, sitting under one of the trees with your eyes closed.

"You young people are so dramatic." You hear a female voice comment wryly and open your eyes to face Professor Harkness, who teaches Social Psychology, standing in front of you with her hands in the pockets of her cardigan. She was probably one of the most controversial people you knew, impeccable teacher, but with questionable jokes. You liked her however.

"Hi, Mrs. Harkness." You mumbled.

"May I ask why you are striking the pose of the dramatic hero in a romance film? There are literally dry leaves falling all around you." She teases with a smile, you chuckle lightly.

"It's nothing, Mrs. Harkness." You tell her and she makes a slight movement with her head, indicating for you to walk with her. You sigh before standing up.

"I was talking to Principal Okoye at the entrance to the girls' dorm about the new coffee machines they installed in the teachers' lounge, and I, as well as the rest of the dorm, overheard your little disagreement with Miss Maximoff." She told as you walked side by side. You bit the inside of your cheeks, embarrassed. "Of course, my concern is that your grades will be affected by this conflict."

You laugh lightly, staring at the path in front of you. Mrs. Harkness was known for getting involved in the personal dramas of the students, and seemed to get a good kick out of it. You sighed lightly.

"Wanda and I are taking a break." You counters, and Harkness gives a chuckle.

"Young people, and these new forms of relationships." She retorts. "In my day we had one date and we were already getting married!"

"Is that why you divorced Professor Bohner?" You retort and Harkness seems impressed that you strike back, but laughs.

"Don't be a smart-ass, huh?" 

You laugh, shaking your head slightly. A moment later, Agatha speaks again.

"Maybe I'm not in my position to comment, but I'm going to bring it up anyway." She begins. "I've noticed that you get especially quiet in my classes when you have some disagreement with Mrs.Maximoff, which is a shame, since I love the debates you bring to my class."

"I'm really starting to believe that all this talk is about the subject matter." You retort with a smile and you stop walking at a crossroads. The teacher smiles at you.

"Next week we're going to have an important test." She says. "Maybe you two should work things out between yourselves so that it doesn't affect your grades."

"Thanks for the warning, Ms.Harkness." You comment with an embarrassed smile.

She nods before walking toward the main building. You head in the opposite direction, thinking about spending some time in the game room.

//-//

You are playing pool when Tony Stark joins you. Resisting the urge to use the stick on his face instead of the ball, you take a deep breath and play.

"What's up, Y/N?" He asks with a cocky little smile and you roll your eyes. From the timing and the annoying way rumors were spreading around the university, he should have heard about your little disagreement with Wanda.

"I'd watch your next words if I were you, Stark." You mumble menacingly. "I'm the one holding a bat."

He laughs, raising his hands in surrender for a moment. A drink that should be whiskey dangling between his fingers.

"I came here as a friend." He retorts and you watch the table, waiting for your partner, Clint Barton, to make his move.

"We're not friends." You say and Stark laughs again, making an expression of fake offense that makes you roll your eyes in impatience. "What do you want?”

"A favor."

"God must be testing me." You say bending down to make your move in the game. Stark smiles realizing that you will listen to what he has to say.

"I'm having a party on Saturday." He begins and you walk around the table. "I wish your friend Pepper was there."

"Do I look like a cupid, Stark?" You retort impatiently. "Even more so for someone like you. I wouldn't do that to Pepper."

Stark laughs awkwardly.

"Hey, come on." He says. "This story again? I already apologized, it's water under the bridge."

You grip the bat tightly, looking at Stark angrily, and he sighs. "Look, I'm not like that anymore, okay?" he continues. "Pepper is a nice girl, and I'm trying to get serious with her, but she blocked me and I can't invite her to a party."

"You're ridiculous." You comment impatiently. "Knowing you, you'll hound me until I say yes. Tell you what, I'll tell Pepper you're having a party, and you don't talk to me for the next year, okay?"

Tony let out an exclamation of celebration and rushed to give you a kiss on the cheek before quickly pulling away before you slapped him. He ran outside, waving and laughing.

"You know, I'm still amazed at how cool you can be." Clint comments as you turn your attention back to the game. You blink in confusion.

"Why do you say that?"

"I would have killed Tony if he had done what he did to Wanda to Laura." He says as you play along. "I think it's pretty mature the way you both went through it, and you forgave him despite everything."

You shake your head.

"He didn't do anything to me, I have nothing to forgive." You retort. "I've known him since he was a kid, and he's always been a jerk." You say. "After what happened, I was very angry. But then time passed, and he's just a colleague now. If he leaves me alone, I have no reason to fight with him."

"Yet here you are arranging a date for him." 

You let out a chuckle.

"Oh, yeah." You say. "How long before Tony finds out that Pepper is engaged, I wonder."

Clint blinks and then lets out a laugh.

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be." You say. "The best advantage of that story is that he won't talk to me for a whole year."

Clint laughs and you two play in silence.

When you finish, with him winning by a few points, it is you who pays the bill as you both bet.

On the way out, Laura calls him, and you go back to your dorm.

//-//

You skip the first period on Friday, Art History, because you sleep too much after staying up at dawn re-reading your messages with Wanda.

It's frustrating the way you can't get her out of your head.

Stumbling out of your bed, you are still yawning when you get out of the shower, and then you put on your first set of sweatshirts and leave for your next class.

Professor Harkness is already in the classroom when you enter.

You look at Wanda, already seated in one of the back seats when you sit down, but she quickly looks away from you.

"Dears, today I've brought a very relevant topic for our end-of-semester paper" Agatha begins as everyone sits down, and the bell rings. She has a twinkle in her eyes that makes you frown. "Let's talk a little about relationships today."

You look at the teacher in disbelief, and Harkness actually had the audacity to throw you a little smile before turning on the slides.

Sighing, you laid your head on one of your arms, starting to make some notes, knowing that this was going to be a long and awkward lesson.

"And so we can conclude that setting boundaries turns out to be a crucial part of a healthy relationship." Said Professor Harkness many minutes later. You were drawing a small doll with your pencil on the sheet and were startled when she called your name next. "Honey, I wanted your opinion on this topic."

You blinked in confusion, shaking your head slightly. Looking forward, you noticed that Agatha was pointing to the slide. The topic was "How to avoid fights and emotional fallout in a relationship?"

You mumbled to yourself that it was a great question, and Agatha asked you to speak up.

Blushing a little, you took a deep breath, trying to think of a decent answer.

"I would say that communication is one of the most important steps, Ms. Harkness." You answer then Agatha smiles at you.

"Yes, that is correct." She says. "And talking is the key. Not arguing, or accusing. Or offend. Talk."

You risk looking behind you and blush when you find Wanda already looking at you. You quickly turn your head forward. This is so childish, you think, trying to turn your attention back to class.

//-//

After your last period, you want to sleep. But there is a flood in the ladies' room and the dormitory is in absolute chaos, and it is also very hot, so you are heading outside two minutes after you have arrived in your room.

Your roommate, Darcy Lewis, catches up with you outside, extending a cigarette to you, but you refuse with a nod, though you stand beside her.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, is everything okay?" She asks casually between puffs. You shrug, and she smiles. "Let me guess, Wanda?"

"I'm so predictable, right?" you retort and she laughs.

"No, you're just in love."

You let out a dry laugh, looking at the small crowd of girls waiting for the bathroom flood to be cleaned up by the cleaning crew outside. 

"What's the deal with you guys, anyway?" Darcy asks with a frown. "Everyone has seen you two exchanging kisses in the same number that you''ve exchanged screams."

You run your hand through your hair, pulling the strands out of front of your eyes.

"We have too much history, that's all." You say. "Wanda doesn't quite know how she wants us to happen, and so we fight."

"Shit, that's sucks." She comments taking a long drag. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yeah, it is what it is, sister." You retort. "She's got me tied up like a puppy while she decides what she wants to do."

Darcy is thoughtful for a moment, and then she puts out her cigarette.

"Look, you're a nice girl, and we've shared the same room for three years. I like you. " She begins, and you look at her curiously. "I think I can help you."

"Okay?"

"You know, I used to have a fling with a friend in high school, Jane, but she never let things be official between us, you know? Like she put me on hold mode." She tells you and you nod in understanding. "That just hurt me, until I took action."

"What did you do?"

"An ultimatum of course!" She says. "You need to confront her! If not, she will continue to think she can throw you over the edge whenever she wants. And you can't back down, you hear me? Or things could get worse."

You sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"I'm not very good with conflict." You say and Darcy puts her hand on your shoulder. 

"Come on, you can do it." She tries to encourage you with a smile. Seeing your lack of reaction, she adds with a grin. "You can always make her jealous too."

"What?" 

"Actually, she's looking over here with a deadly stare so I think you're already on this path." Darcy comments and you look back, only to catch a glimpse of Wanda's angry gaze before she turns and walks away from the dormitory. You let out a sigh.

"Shit." You say turning to Darcy quickly just to say goodbye, before running after the redhead. Darcy says something about "good luck" but you don't turn around.

//-//

You catch up with Wanda in one of the outside gardens, even from your back, you can practically feel her irritation.

"Will you please stop running?" You ask aloud, trying to catch up, and she finally stops, turning around with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression.

"What do you want?"

"Wanda, I was just talking to Darcy..."

Wanda lets out a dry laugh, her eyes glittering with irritation.

"I should have known you'd be like everyone else." She grumbles and you sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Don't say that, Wanda." You say with weariness in your voice. "You know that's not true."

Wanda rolls her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, and you refuse the urge to wipe them away, deciding that you two needed to talk.

"It doesn't matter." She retorts angrily. "We're done anyway."

"Enough." You interrupt her and she looks at you in surprise. "Enough of this whole taking a break, or breaking up for two or three days only for you to have me come back to your door and apologize for something that wasn't my fault."

"Wow, you really do remember things the way you want to."

You let out a dry laugh, taking one of your hands out of your pocket to run them through your hair nervously. 

"Wanda, I'm serious." You warn her. "I'm not doing this anymore. This game where you put me on hold for when you're in the mood. I have feelings, I can't do this any longer."

Wanda gasps with incredulity.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about." You retort angrily. "I am not your toy! I love you! I'm not going to be your compensation prize for when you're bored." You shout, and Wanda blinks in surprise. "Either we're for real, or we're nothing."

"I don't..." She starts and then shakes her head, trying to pull herself together. "You know what I went through... we... I told you how hard it is to trust..."

"Wanda, enough." You interrupt her, "That's exactly what I'm saying. You always use the same excuses to make me feel guilty about demanding anything." You count and she shakes her head in denial, but you don't stop. "I know exactly what you've been through, because I listen to you. I'm not like Vision, or Tony, or any of the other assholes you went out with." You say and Wanda lowers her head. "I take care of you, I don't lie, or hide things. I talk, and I listen, and I love you the best way I can. And you push me aside. I can't do that anymore." You say feeling your own eyes fill with water. "So I need an answer now."

"What?"

"Wanda." You call out to her, but she just stares at you with her mouth open, as if she is trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. You feel your tears run down. "Okay. I guess I have my answer then."

Wiping your tears away, you turn around, walking away. Wanda calls out to you, but you're done.

//-//

For three weeks now, your social life has been all about fictional characters.

Your real friends called and texted you, but you left your cell phone on silent and tried not to fail your exams, while you spent all your free time in your room, whining while watching romantic movies where things worked out in the end, unlike what happened to you.

And then Carol Danvers appeared in you bedroom.

"You've got to be kidding me." She grumbled when Darcy opened the door, and she found you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the bed and staring at nothing.

"Hi, Carol." You greeted her without moving.

"Nat began to worry that you were dead." She commented sitting up in your bed, "But you were just being dramatic."

"Yes, I intend to keep it going like this." You retort pulling the blanket up over your head.

"Wow, I thought your worst was when you guys were fighting, but you really hit misery when you broke up with her." Carol said and you whined at the mention.

"Please talk about something else."

Carol rolled her eyes as she pulled on the blanket.

"We're going out." She announces as you grumble as you feel the blanket being pulled completely off.

Forty minutes later, you have showered, and put on comfortable clothes, as well as accepted the two glasses of water Carol gave you.

"Nat and her new boyfriend are meeting us at the gallery on Avenue Two." Carol tells you as she checks her cell phone. "Maria is going too, and she's bringing a friend."

You grumble in agreement and suddenly stop walking.

"Are you trying to set me up on a date?"

Carol laughs. 

"I totally would, but no." She says."Monica is straight, and you're in the emotional cesspool, so I told Maria to bring someone so you wouldn't be the third wheel since we're in couples. Try to smile a little."

You roll your eyes, but don't reject that Carol has entwined her arm in yours as you walk toward the parking lots.

//-//

Meeting Monica turns out to be very nice after all.

You have many interests in common, and she is very intelligent and sarcastic, you enjoy her jokes.

Your outing with your friends brings a little cheer to you, and you find yourself laughing easily.

And then, when you are driving back to NYU, Monica mentions the boy she is talking to and you choke when you hear the name Maximoff.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you're dating Pietro!" Exclaims Carol in surprise as she drives you back. You are in the passenger seat, and Monica and Maria are in the back seat. Nat and Bruce, her boyfriend whom you met on the ride, went back to school on her motorcycle. "What a small world."

"I want to die." You grumble against the window, and Carol slaps you on the shoulder while Monica and Maria have confused expressions.

"Her girlfriend, damn, ex-girlfriend is Pietro's twin sister." Carol clarifies and the girls let out a noise of understanding. "How did you meet him, Mon?"

"I participated in the interclass program we had last semester between NYU and our university." She counted with a smile. "We talked for a few weeks, and he asked me out."

"Wow, what a coincidence." Carol says and you sigh, wishing you were back in bed.

"I had no idea Wanda had a girlfriend, Pietro didn't tell me."

You close your eyes, resting your head on the glass. Carol looked at you quickly, biting her lips, before she decided to speak.

"Yeah, well. Wanda wasn't exactly willing to make it all official..." She starts and you fight the urge to jump out of the car. "It was the reason for the breakup actually."

"Damn, I'm sorry." Monica said looking away from Carol to your reflection in the glass, but you kept your eyes closed. 

Seeing the worried expression Monica cast at you, Carol added.

"Don't worry about her, honey. She likes to put on drama." Said the blonde. "She's pretending she's in a sad music video, that’s why we left the radio on."

"I hate you." You mumble to Carol and she lets out a giggle.

"I guess your invitation won't be a good idea then, Mon." Maria remarks next and Carol looks at them curiously through the rearview mirror.

"What invitation, girls?"

Monica exchanges a look with Maria before speaking.

"Pietro is on the NYU soccer team, and he asked me to watch the final game." She says. "It's pretty important, because that's where a lot of future players come out of there with contracts."

"Wow, that sounds really important." Carol comments with a smile. 

"Anyway, he said it would be cool if I brought some friends along." She recounts. "He would like to meet my friends, and he would like me to meet his."

"That's awesome!" Carol exclaims happily. "Don't worry, we'll all be there cheering for Pietro."

The sentence makes you open your eyes and frown. But before you can say anything, Carol nods and repeats, "All of us."

//-//

Bad, bloody bad idea.

Fucking terrible idea.

You repeated these thoughts as you walked toward Carol, waiting for you at the entrance to the NYU soccer stadium, completely packed with students even though there were still forty minutes before the game started.

Carol was also wearing a set of jeans, and made a kind note about your outfit, but you just nodded, your thoughts elsewhere.

You met up with Maria, Nat and Bruce at the food booths, and you were glad to see your friends again after so many days.

"Ah, there's Monica coming." Said Maria with a smile waving to the girl through the crowd. The group looked on, and you swallowed dryly as Monica moved, and you noticed Pietro next to her, and then further back his group of friends, and his sister.

"I can't do this." You grumbled to Carol, and she looked at you with concern.

"Breathe." She asked softly as they approached. "You'll be fine, whatever happens just pretend she doesn't exist."

When the group reached you, you all smiled politely. You wanted to dig a hole in the ground when your gaze quickly met Wanda's, and your stomach churned, but you just waved nicely, and greeted everyone.

Soon you were all walking together to the stands. You wished you could stay the whole way with Carol, but she was chatting animatedly with Maria, and you stayed behind, avoiding walking with Wanda.

Pietro, and two of his friends, Bucky and Sam, also went to the locker room with him and the rest of the group went up to the bleacher seats.

You grumbled softly when you had to sit next to Wanda, hoping that your face wasn't too flushed. At least you were in the last chair with quick access to the corridor. To get away in case anything went wrong.

After everyone passed the food around, and you exchanged a few embarrassed glances with the redhead next to you when she passed you some soda, the game began.

It was an understatement to say that you weren't paying attention at all.

//-//

At halftime of the second half, Wanda commented that she wanted more snacks. And she could have simply asked you to excuse her, but she put her hand on your thigh instead, and you sighed in surprise and something else while you melted against your seat, and blushed profusely when she looked at you wide-eyed.

"I..." She started but you just started to get up.

"I'll buy it, I got it." You mumbled clumsily rushing to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Your legs were still shaking a little when you reached the food stalls.

Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you typed a message to Carol that you were on the verge of emotional collapse and needed to leave. And without waiting for her to respond, you left the stadium.

//-//

NYU won the match. And Pietro got a contract to play for a famous team.

You heard about this from Maria the next day, because Carol wasn't talking to you.

She was very upset that you weren't opening up to her anymore, you knew it wasn't just because of the game.

You sent her an apology audio before the Literature class, and promised that you would be a reliable friend again.

During the lunch break, you went back to your dorm, intending to study a little.

"Hey." You greeted Darcy as you entered, she took off her headphones.

"Hey, pal." She retorted getting up and walking over to the bookshelf as you sat on the bed and threw your backpack on top of the sheet. "Your girl left some stuff for you." She warned as she picked up a book. You figured she must be studying for one of the surprise exams Professor Xavier used to pass around the class, and Darcy always remarked to you.

You blinked in surprise, and looked around. There was a small pile of things on your bed that you hadn't noticed before.

Shifting on the mattress, you began to look at the items.

You rolled your eyes at what Wanda decided to return. Some things were yours, like the NYU sweatshirt, and the cassette tapes, but there were also items that you had given her as gifts. Grabbing the bracelet you gave her for her birthday, the scarf you bought her for Christmas, and the book you got autographed by the author just for her, you left the room. Darcy didn't ask.

//-//

Wanda answered the door in confusion. You had a slightly annoyed expression.

"I can't believe you returned my gifts." You said walking into the room without waiting for her to pass. She mumbled an ironic "come in" afterwards.

You threw the items on her bed as she closed the door. You didn't notice that she locked it.

"I know we broke up, but that was cruel!" You said. "I gave those gifts to you, and you gave them back like they were nothing, I didn't..."

"I didn't give them back." She interrupted, twisting her fingers slightly, You frowned confused, "I wanted you to come talk to me."

You blink in surprise, feeling all the anger leave you at once. Shifting your weight between your feet, you cross your arms.

"What do you want, Wanda?"

"You." She confesses breathlessly and you frown in surprise, feeling your face heat up. She lets out a chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I just... I want to apologize first." She begins. "I acted like a complete idiot, and I was so afraid of you hurting me that I did it to you first. And I'm sorry."

You looked at the floor afterwards, not knowing exactly what to say as you felt your heart racing. Wanda continued to speak.

"It's just... I swore I wasn't going to get involved with anyone after so many lies and betrayals." She said. "And then I met you. And you were sweet and kind, and so warm. And I didn't know how to handle all this love, because nobody ever treated me like that."

"Wanda..."

"No. I need to say." She interrupts with a tender smile. "You need to know that I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that. I was just scared."

You nod in understanding, swallowing dryly. 

"I know." You say. "Damn it, I know. I just... I just wanted you to understand that I will never do what they did to you."

Wanda steps forward, and you don't back down.

"I trust you." She said. "I know you won't. I want to make this work."

You sighed.

"A-are you sure?"

"You are the best thing that has happened to me since I left high school." She confesses with a shy smile. "I don't want to lose you. I want to live this, even if I'm terrified."

You smile, moving closer to Wanda to caress her cheeks.

"No need to be afraid, baby." You say gently. "I'll look after you."

Wanda smiled and hugged you by the shoulders. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

She broke the embrace a moment later, however, bringing your mouths together in a sweet kiss.

God, you missed her lips so much.

Resting your foreheads together, you smiled and then kissed her again, more intensely this time.

Wanda sighed, then your head was spinning, and all the hard-on from spending weeks apart came back at once, and you were pushing her against the first surface you could find, a bookshelf.

She let out a mixed groan of pain and pleasure as she felt her back hit the wood, but she was back to kissing you passionately the next second.

"Did you miss me?" she whispered breathlessly against your lips, scratching the scalp of the back of your neck, you grunted, feeling her warm body.

"Did you miss me?" you retorted, trailing kisses down against her collarbone as your hands moved up the inside of her blouse.

"Yes." She confessed in a husky voice, closing her eyes tightly as you bit a sensitive spot on her neck.

"How much honey?" You asked as you reached for her breasts, squeezing the flesh through her bra and making her moan and throw her head back.

"So much, babe." She whimpered as you began to play with her nipples between your fingers. And then she nibbled on your ear, whispering breathlessly. "I played with myself only thinking of you."

You gasped, feeling a tightness under your belly. You stepped forward against Wanda, taking her in your lap, and she let out a surprised exclamation, but soon you carried her to the bed, lying on top of her only to capture your lips in an intense kiss.

Leaving your thigh between her legs, it wasn't long before Wanda began to squirm beneath you, your tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual kiss.

As your hand began to play with the buttons of Wanda's jeans, you heard the lock click and let out a mutter of dissatisfaction as you threw yourself to the side, releasing Wanda, who blinked in confusion at the sudden lack of contact and opened her mouth to complain, but shut up when her roommate entered next.

"Wanda, why did you lock the door... Wow hello" Said the girl with a mixed look of surprise and mischief. 

You cleared your throat, feeling hot and bothered as you sat up.

"Sorry to crash the party girls, but there wasn't a sock in the door." Continued the girl as she placed her belongings on her own bed.

"All right, Harley." Wanda said in a husky voice, exchanging a quick glance with you. 

"Besides, we have a test now Wands." The girl comments with a smile. "I imagine you forgot."

You let out a giggle as Wanda blinks in surprise with a flushed face.

"Damn right." She grumbles getting up, and straightening her crumpled clothes. You sigh, getting up as well.

Wanda exchanges a look with her colleague as she escorts you out.

"Call me when you're done, we can watch a movie." You say as you leave the room. Wanda bites her lips, denying it with her head. Before you can ask, she brings her face close to your ear and whispers:

"I can’t wait to come in your mouth."

"Fuck, Wanda." You grumble feeling your face heat up and the tightness below your stomach ache. But you do nothing, noticing Harley's curious gaze on you from inside the room, not to mention on the people around the hallway.

Wanda walks away with an innocent smile, looking at you fondly.

"I'll come to your dorm when I'm done with the test. " She says and you nod. Wanda places a short kiss on your lips and you chase after her face, feeling her smile on your lips as you kiss her firmer this time.

But it doesn't last long and you break away, smiling one last time before turning away. 

You wonder what your best friend's reaction will be when you tell her you two were dating again.

[gainerstories]

Professor Plump

*UNLOCKED*

As a big fat thank you to everyone who has supported this blog and enjoyed my stories, I am unlocking one of my favorite stories off Patreon. This has been a rough year for everyone and y’all enjoy a little treat. Of course, if you want more (20+ more fattening stories in fact) you know where to go. Enjoy. 

As much as Robert Daniels loved being a professor, he woke up full of dread on the first day of fall semester. At 28 he was the youngest tenure track faculty in his department and he often felt that all eyes were on him. His first academic year had been rough, exhausting, and tiresome and he wasn’t ready to get back in the game. He just wanted his beautifully sunny and lazy summer vacation to last one or two more months.

As he sat up in bed his belly spilled forward pushing down his morning wood. There was no doubt he’d gained quite a bit of pudge in the last few months. It didn’t bother him, however, as most of his colleagues were plump and he viewed extra weight as a sign of contentment and maturity. During the school year he had actually lost weight from stress and being overworked. His new, rounder form lent a sense of satisfaction.

As Robert stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom to shower he took a close look at himself. He’d be turning 29 soon and was finally starting to look like a man. His face had grown scruffy and his chest hair finally bloomed across his pecs and down to his puffy stomach. The thirty pounds of fat that clung to his belly also gave him a more mature look. He was now firmly within “dad bod” territory and wore that badge with pride. He scooped his fat up with both his hands and gave it a hearty jiggle. He wondered if anyone on campus would comment on his somewhat weight gain.

Turning around, Robert examined his rear which was now fluffy and dimpled with cellulite. He noticed that even his ass had grown a bit hairier along with a small patch of fuzz on his lower back, framed between two bulging love handles. He could recall seeing the same patch on his father and wondering if the same was in store for himself. This memory cemented his perceived transition into manhood.

Robert’s thighs had also thickened up a bit and now touched when he was standing straight. He rubbed his thighs and gave them a slap, admiring how they bounced. Lately, he had no choice but to manspread when he sat down. Crossing his legs was a thing of the past. The added weight on his lower half gave him a sense of groundedness. All around the extra pudge made him feel strong and unshakable, despite jiggling quite a lot when he actually did shake.

Most of this excess poundage had been accrued during a month long cruise down Central America. Robert had spent almost every single day getting tipsy on fruity blended drinks and satisfying his drunchies from dusk ‘til dawn at the buffet. Carbs became his best friend, soaking up the sugary alcoholic concoctions he guzzled during the day. Altogether, cruise life was a much needed respite from the long nights of grading papers and doing research during the academic year.

His salary did not allow him to indulge in fancy foods very often, and so this cruise was an opportunity to go hog wild. He made a conscious decision to eat and live like a king. As a result, he began to notice his body expanding only midway through the trip. It seemed as though out of nowhere he had grown a squishy paunch that jutted out behind his shirts. By the end of the vacation he was even larger, noticing fat accumulating all over his body.

As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, Robert found himself particularly fascinated by the small white stretch marks that had formed at the top of his inner thighs. He traced his fingers over their subtle indentations. He hadn’t seen fresh stretch marks since puberty when his shoulders expanded overnight one summer. He was shocked to see the same thing happen simply from overeating on a long vacation.

Plump, tan, and satisfied, Robert stepped into the shower with vigor and began to get ready for his first day back to work. He trimmed his wild scruff back to a presentable shadow and styled his hair. He then slipped into underwear that clung more than usual to his meaty rump and resultantly compressed his bulge more than usual. He would have to remember to buy some new pairs. T-shirts had also grown a bit snug but this was not a huge concern for they would be hidden behind a button up. What he hadn’t considered was that his button ups from last year would also struggle to fit around his new body.

Robert sucked in his gut while doing each button. He let his stomach spill forward and was shocked at just how much the shirt did not fit. Scrambling through his closet he found the loosest button up he owned and put it on. It was still snug and would definitely be strained when he sat down, but it would have to suffice. Next, he slid into his stretchiest pair of chinos and was instantly filled with anxiety.

The fabric clung to his thighs and ass leaving little to the imagination. This would have been tolerable except for the fact that the waistband would not button no matter how hard he tried. With no other option, Robert scrounged a safety pin from the utility drawer and fastened the pants closed. Donning one of his bulkier belts he hoped no one would notice he’d outgrown his pants.

His day commenced with a faculty meeting catered with coffee and pastries. Although he had eaten a breakfast sandwich immediately upon getting to campus, he grabbed a healthy looking danish for the meeting. It was dry and mediocre as campus food tended to be, but that didn’t stop him from inhaling it within minutes. A few of his colleagues eyed his bulging waistline although no one made a comment.

Midway through the two hour meeting Robert found that his stomach was already growling to be fed. With no other choice, he would have to eat another Danish despite the fact he would be the only one going for seconds. He stood to grab one more danish and as he sat down he heard the unmistakable noise of a seam busting. Praying no one else heard, he subtly reached down to his thighs where a small hole had formed.

After the meeting he headed straight to the bathroom to examine the damage. It wasn’t too bad, maybe just an inch or so large. Plus, his underwear matched his pants so it was barely noticeable. He figured he could get through the day without anyone noticing. Although no one noticed the tear in his pants, his students were fully aware of his newfound growth.

“Mr. Daniels lookin’ THICK,” someone commented before his first class began.

Robert ignored the comment and got on with his lecture. Still, in the back of his head he worried about his appearance and snug outfit. There was no question he would be investing in some new work clothes. By the end of the class he was hungry once again. At least it was lunch time, so he felt justified in heading to the student union for a big meal. He grabbed a massive burrito, chips and guac, a cookie, and large soda which he brought back to his desk.

Such a filling lunch was exactly what he needed. The food was comforting and satisfying, giving the plump professor a sense of peace. After scarfing it all down he leaned back in his chair and sighed. Just as he did so two buttons on his shirt went shooting across the room. “Fuck,” he said aloud to himself and went searching for the buttons so he could sew them back on. As he knelt on his hands and knees he felt the contents of his belly slosh forward and the seam of his pants rip even further.

Eventually, he found the missing buttons and broke out the sewing kit to get them back on. By the time he was finished stitching himself back into his clothes, there was someone knocking at his door. He’d forgotten about office hours. In a mad rush he cleaned the food wrappers off his desk and greeted the student. As he sat back down at his desk the same two buttons snapped back off and shot under his desk. Although the student overtly stared at Robert’s bulging gut, filled to the brim with his fattening lunch, neither of them acknowledged the embarrassment.

After the student left, Robert took off the button up and slipped his spare sport coat over his tee. The tee was more than a little snug and definitely didn’t hide much- the indentation of his belly button was fully visible- but it would have to do. After a constant stream of students over the course of an hour Robert rushed to his next class. The lecture left Robert feeling exhausted and tired. It was evening and he had grown peckish again, so he decided to grab a bite to eat before he had a meeting with the dean and could go home.

Hawaiian barbecue sounded like a good idea when he ordered it. However, after gobbling up every last morsel, the young professor felt uncomfortably full and bloated. He yearned for to return to the cruise ship where he could take a long nap after overindulging, but instead he sluggishly headed to the dean’s office. His belly had swelled considerably with the Hawaiian food and he found himself having to stretch the hem of his shirt down to ensure his gut was fully concealed.

Once inside, Robert cautiously took a seat in one of the rickety old chairs in the waiting room for the dean. After a few seconds he felt a snap underneath his ass as the seat of the chair gave way. Trying to be as subtle as possible, Robert cautiously lifted himself from the broken chair and casually examined a painting on the wall until the dean greeted him.

Once inside, the dean offered him a home baked muffin that his wife had made. Robert tried to refuse at first but the dean pushed it on him. He began pecking at the muffin and realized it was indeed quite moist and delicious. He polished it off in a couple minutes and resisted licking his fingers. By the end of the meeting the dean persuaded Robert to take one more muffin for the road. Without a second thought, Robert greedily snatched the biggest muffin of the bunch.

As he walked through the campus at night, illuminated by lanterns, Robert gobbled up the muffin while reflecting on the fact that he was in desperate need of a new wardrobe. His belly was stuffed to capacity and the sheer weight of it bulging out in front of him forced Robert to walk slow and steady with his shoulders back and hips forward. Freed from his constricting button up, his rounded gut peeked out from behind the sport coat and wobbled back and forth with each step to his car.

The walk seemed longer than usual, likely because he was slower than usual. Somewhat winded, Robert couldn’t wait to sit down as he opened the door to his hatchback. However, as he did so, a booming snap assaulted his ears and he felt his belly spill forward into his lap. Robert’s belt had completely snapped in half while the thigh of his pants simultaneously split all the way open from knee to crotch. His girth was simply too much to contain.

At least it happened at the end of the day, he told himself.

[moxfirefly]

I!! Have an request!! If you want, thats up to you! But how about the turtles have a friend (the reader) and no matter what they see hints of or how it seems she just doesnt seem to be in a relationship ever and then leo starts acting "odd" (in love) and one day michelangelo of all people catches leo and the reader in a romantic (or heated) moment! What do you think would happen? How would they handle their older brother in love? 😂 i just thought itd be a funny one-shot

Ok I’ve been wanting to tackle this for a while now and ima do my best for you friend, also I hope this reaches cause I know it’s been tough so I send you lots of love💕

Blue boi all in lovey dovey

Rated Mature (Romance but will a little sprinkle of smut) 18+ Only

Raphael squinted his eyes.

For the past twenty-two minutes he’d been wondering what was wrong with this picture. His breakfast was getting cold and he’d even neglected to smack Mikey’s hand away when he stole a piece of bacon off his place.

Raphael took pride in his observation skills, often he noticed plenty of things in his environment but while Donatello ran commentary on it he usually kept the information to himself. He shared a room with his youngest brother so he knew any odd shift when it came to Mikey. He is very close with Donnie, spending a few sleepless nights by his side while the genius tinkered away at projects, even lending a hand here and there.

Leonardo for all of his hard headed ways and their personality clashes, he felt he knew him well enough too. The leader though, was much more guarded in his emotions which made for some difficult moments to completely gage his older brother.

You on the other hand were an open book, plenty of times he’d spent time with you, getting to know plenty of your ticks and thoughts. Raph considered you a close friend, a confidant he could turn to.

But as you all sat together for a late breakfast. Mikey inhaling his while Donnie’s overworked eyes looked into his coffee cup as if lifes answers laid there, Leo and you were just sitting there, suspiciously.

You were still in your sleep wear, Leo’s groggy movements mechanical as he ate on autopilot. You yawned reaching for a coffee refill and without command or hesitation Leo had pushed the creamer and sugar towards you, going so far to place the exact amount of both in your mug. You had given him a sweet smile, reaching a hand to thumb a crumb away from the corner of his mouth.

Raphael raised a brow ridge, well naturally that could translate to common kindness. You all knew each other, often April had in some form or shape probably done something similar. He poked a few pieces of eggs into his mouth, now he was intrigued.

He picked up a few more instances where his curiosities got the better of him.

For instance one afternoon while you were over he had decided to gather info. Raphael had kitchen duty and you had stuck around to help him out. “What’s up with you?” A common not so invasive question, you shrugged. “Same old, same old” You gathered plates to set the table. Raphael kept his gaze at the task at hand, cutting tomatoes for the sauce he was preparing. “Yeah but have you done anything? Gone out with friends? Maybe found your future husband?” He chuckled even more so when you nudged him with an elbow. “A forget you have a sense humor under all that angst” Raph smiled, the two of you often bickered Iike this.

Truth be told you had never mentioned a boyfriend or a girlfriend, the subject was never really breached. With the amount of time you spent in the sewers with them it never came up if you had some partner or if you even were dating. Raphael added the tomatoes into a pot, you joined his side ready to help with more cutting of condiments.

Then Leo arrived and he felt the air shift, he peaked a glance at you, a small smile playing on your lips. Leo in turn greeting the two of you before he made his way towards the fridge to retrieve something to drink. “Want something?” He asked from the fridge and honest to God Raph was very sure he wasn’t asking him. You nodded extending a hand for the soda he gave you, he leaned against the fridge and chatted you up as nonchalant as ever.

Nothing in the small chat raised any flags, Raph’s sauce almost burning from how intently he was concentrating of quite literally eavesdropping on you two. You laughed at something he mentioned, that was bizarre because Leo was seriously not even funny but he could be biased on that end.

“Your hair looks pretty that way” Leo spoke, a tad bit shyly. Raph stirred the sauce, brow ridges shooting up, ‘real smooth big bro’ he couldn’t help but think. Then again he had probably at some point told April the same thing, well they all had commented on April being pretty in all manners of ways.

But this felt just the taddest bit different?

He excused himself having to get back to whatever he was doing. Raph squatted to get something from the bottom cupboards, he didn’t miss the blush on your cheeks.

“Yer hair does look nice like that” He tested, you beamed brightly at him. “Thank you, you’re very sweet when you put your heart into it” She teased smacking a hand towel at him.

Inconclusive results.

For now.

This stupid notion continued to bother Raphael, curiosity would kill the turtle in this case. He wanted to know if truly something was amiss there and you both being friends he wondered why you just hadn’t flat out told him what was up. Nevertheless he couldn’t drop the bomb on you, you could be motorfide or maybe deny it to high hell. Asking Leonardo was out of the question, he sure as hell wouldn’t say a thing.

So Raphael kept his gaze glued as you parted ways for the night. You gave a hug and kiss to everybody, quite normal for your loving nature. He got his hug and kiss, so did Donnie, April and Mikey. Once you landed on Leo you did the same.

He could’ve sworn you lingered a little more, going so far as to whisper something to him because Leo gave a little huff of a laughter and smiled. He definitely slid his hand away from your lower back quite slowly.

Maybe, just maybe...

One patrol night he got stuck with Leo while Mikey and Donnie were doing rounds on the truck. They were scouting out a bank that was rumored to be hit soon by a group of robbers. Raph didn’t mention you, in fact he patiently waited for these robbers to possibly show up.

Something vibrated and his gaze landed on Leo who was reaching a hand into his pocket to pull out his phone. His concentrated and serious featured softening with whatever he read on the screen. He typed back something quick, shaking his head from whatever image or words or whatever had been provoked out of him. “Everything good?” Raphael asked, Leo nodded as if back to ‘normal’ and that absolutely was suspicious in his book.

That night didn’t yield any resolution and honestly it’s around this time that Raph regrets this little task that had occupied his time. He had originally decided to leave it as inconclusive, at some point You two dummies had to say or do something. He had been rummaging his room for his hand wraps, more than ready to get his nightly workout in order. When he had come up empty handed he exited towards Leo’s room, he always had them which annoyed the red banded brute.

His first mistake was not knocking or making his incoming presence known. A rookie mistake considering he lived with three young adult brothers.

His second mistake was just barging in like he owned the place. An annoyed “Jesus Leo quick taking my shit” spewing out of him.

If mistakes One and Two had been adverted he wouldn’t be standing here, wide eyed and frozen.

Because he really didn’t need to see his brother stark ass naked on top of his best friend who he basically considered a little sister, equally naked to boot. There was a solid fifteen seconds where Raphael didn’t know if he running out was the best option, mumbling a ‘shit my bad’ was better or if covering his eyes and screaming at his brother that he better be a gentlemen to you cause you’re a great gal.

Leonardo’s hands cupped your exposed breast for modesty sake, the need for the ground to dramatically open up and swallow him whole heavy in his mind. You had squeaked when Raph barged in, hands super glued to Leo’s rear and god why couldn’t you scream and let go and scream some more.

Raphael finally turned around, an embarrassed heat breaking over his body as he groaned in disgust. “Shit fuck, sorry sorry! I didn’t see shit!” Oh but he did and oh did he crave bleach. “Raph get out! This is why you knock!” Leo chucked a pillow at his brothers shell. You had finally let go of Leo’s rear, covering your face in mortification. “Hang a sock or something outside then!! I can’t read minds!” Raph bellowed.

Mistake number 3 happened because Raphael was a drama Queen through and through and the shouting only helped to alert his brothers towards the room.

“Can you two not fight for five whole minu-OH GOD SORRY!” Donatalleo had exited as quickly as he had approached the room. Mikey thankfully barely saw anything since Raph and Donnie yanked him out which Leo was thankful, he knew Mikey would never let this situation go.

A very quiet hour passed by.

Nobody wanting to say anything. Mikey had left for the tunnels to skateboard for a while. Donnie had thrown himself into truck repairs not even wanting to discuss what his eyes had briefly seen.

And Raphael had sat on the couch, every few minutes making a face whenever his brain decided to bring back the nights events. He heard movement from Leo’s room, the small pitter patter that belonged to your feet. Raph kept his gaze down, whatever playing on the tv long forgotten, he saw your feet when they tentatively approached the couch.

“Um Raph” Your tone was hushed.

“Didn’t see anything, matter of fact nothing happened” Raph grabbed the remote, you sat down and sighed. “Listen you weren’t the one with your tits out here” You crossed your arms grumbling, Raph almost chortled but then he remembered Leo and simply made a face.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and him were a thing? We’re friends, I mean you can do better but you know” He smiled when he felt your elbow smack his arm. “He’s really nice don’t be so mean” You sat back on the corner, Raph looked at you, you were wearing an oversized shirt clearly spending the night.

“Sorry for ah, not knocking” Raph spoke softly.

“Sorry for no telling you I had it bad for your brother” You smirked, enjoying Raph’s disgruntled expression.

You scooted close and hugged his massive arm, Raph smiled. “He better be good to ya... and well, don’t break his heart, he’s an ass but he’s my big brother” You nodded against his arm.

You had stayed for a little before returning back to Leo’s room, the leader was reading on his bed but quickly looked up when you came in. “Everything alright?” He asked tentatively. You nodded climbing into bed and in between his legs to lay on him. “We could’ve so gone a better way telling everybody, at least it’s out and we can just be ourselves” You rested against him, Leo’s chin a top your head.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you and smiled. “I’m never living this down but I’m happy we can just be ourselves” He poked your sides earning an earnest squeal from you.

Outside Raphael could hear the quiet giggling and laughter. He was happy for the two of you, it made sense.

Mikey walked in, board in hand and sweaty from skating for hours.

“So Leo loses his V card first, huh brah?”

Raphael groaned.

[bokunosimpfiction]

Demon!Dimitrescux Reader

Synopsis: Lady Dimitrescu reveals herself as a demon that has made it her personal mission to guard you after what you believe is the case of worst/best timing of your entire life. No trigger warnings. 1.6k words.

A/N: This took me less than two hours to write/publish this. I needed this out of my system ASAP

             The black Toyota Corolla had to look strangely familiar your first pass down the street. It reminded you of your boyfriend’s car, and you swore that the digits of the license plate must have been one or two off his, and the generic pine tree air freshener must have been a different color. Not to mention the woman in the backseat with a cocktail dress on.

             You chose not to think about it as you walked into the 7-11 in nothing but your pajamas and the pair of crocs you haven’t worn since being on the college swim team. It wasn’t hard to decide what to grab off the shelves. A bag of chips store brand sour patch kids and gummy worms, a two-liter of Pepsi, and a bottle of wine too big for one person. The cashier looked just as tired as you did, and you understood what it was like, barely, time is a social construct that distanced you deeply from the night shifts you pulled at this same store while in college. Nine to five shifts (Dolly Parton shifts, your coworker would call them with a smile) were only better because you could sit down and have a stable sleep schedule. It was the same grueling work, and in your case, you had to deal with the same shitty people that complained about things you can’t control.

             His droning voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts. “The total is forty-eight fifty-seven.” He was either crying in the backroom while you were picking out your chips or hit a massive dab, you weren’t sure, but his red eyes made either option feasible. You didn’t comment on it, only handing him two twenties and a ten and taking the change back before walking out the door. You didn’t say anything to him, and vice versa, which you appreciated because you didn’t have the energy to deal with a chatty Kathy right now. And as you pull yourself down the street, your bag of crap from 7-11 in your hand, you pass that same deja-vu-mobile and look at the stickers on the back.

             The same I love my dog and proud cat-dad stickers in the exact same place, the dent on the right side of the bumper, and the license plate that was in fact, one hundred percent his. Which begs the question, who was the girl in the cocktail dress, and what was she doing in the backseat? The question didn’t matter for long because the car promptly burst into flames. Oh well. Wait.

The.

Car.

Is.

On.

Fire.

             It’s your boyfriend’s car.

Your

Boyfriends.

Car.

Is.

On.

Fire.

             You wipe out your phone to call the fire department when you see the girl in the same cocktail dress crawl out of the car, dress pulled up to her waist, barefoot and mascara streaming down her face. She’s violently beating his clutch against the ground, desperate to put out the flames while your boyfriend slams the door open on the other side and throws himself out full force onto the asphalt of the busy street. He looks up and sees the anger in your eyes.

             “Hey, babe.”

             “I-I-can-” he stutters violently. His face was red in anger and blood dripping from his nose due to the face-first collision with the freshly paved street.

             “We’re over.”

             You do him the favor of calling the fire department for his car and walk off as soon as you hear the sirens of the firetruck. You didn’t have anything to do with it. No need to watch the fallout when you had nothing to do with the disaster. Besides, your soda’s getting cold, you wanted to drink that before it got Luke-warm. You ended up dropping off the crap and walking to the 24-7 grocery store a little farther in the other direction to get ice cream. Standing in the frozen aisle, in nothing but your pajamas, bright red crocs, and moist eyes, you try and decide between the weird, nuanced flavors that all taste like vanilla anyhow.

             You look up towards the top shelf when you notice the woman leaning over you. She’s deathly pale, skin as pale as paper and lipstick so red it glowed compared to everything else. Her huge hat would make a shadow on her face if it weren’t propped right above her hairline.

             “So, did you enjoy the show sweet-heart,” she whispers in your ear. You feel her breath on your neck and her gaze freezes your heart. “You didn’t think that his car catching on fire was a happy accident now did you?”

             You turn around, only not to see her behind you, but on the fogged-up glass doors on the other side of the aisle. “Did you really think that I’d be standing right behind you?” Her question is almost taunting.

             “Who are you?”

             She breathes into her elegant pipe only to blow out to re-fog the glass before staring dead into your eyes and saying the words that changed your life forever. “I’m your guardian demon.”

             You honestly thought you were losing your mind, seeing this woman in the glass, telling you she was a demon who set your ex’s car on fire. (It felt odd to call him that, you had been dating him for three years). Her elegant leg steps through the glass, her dress riding up to just below her knee before it hit the ground and the rest of her flowed into our realm as smoothly as her dress swayed when she walked over to you.

             She was almost twice your height, and the view from where she stood in front of you made her feel even more so tall. “So mortal, what do you have to say, knowing that you have a five-hundred-year-old all-powerful demon protecting you?”

             “What happened to my guardian angel?”

             She scoffs. “You never had one. Most people nowadays have guardian angels, in fact, I’ve only heard of one other mortal who hasn’t had one that’s alive right now.”

             “What do you mean?” You can’t help but ask. There’s an entire world of things you didn’t understand. Angels. Demons. Hell, even bigfoot could be real for all you know.

             “Well, darling, there is a very simple answer to that question: there are only so many angels for so many mortals, and so sometimes a few slip through the cracks of the system, and that’s where we step in.” She moves around to the refrigerator next to you and inspects the sorbets. “Despite what the church tells you, us demons love humans. They’re a claim to social status. You bring a human home, and you’re viewed as wealthy, famous even.”

             “So that’s what you get out of taking a person’s soul in a deal.”

             She turns to you. “When I what now?”

             “Ya’ know,” you say, “a person makes a deal with a demon in exchange for money or fame, and when they die their soul belongs to the demon and they’re doomed to eternal hell yada-yada-yada.”

             “Is that what they’re teaching you, now.”

             “At least that’s what my mother says. I didn’t really believe in any of this stuff till you stepped out of the door and said you set my ex’s car on fire.”

             “I would have done it sooner, but you looked so happy with him, it was difficult to pull that away from you,” she sighs before standing up to her full height, “that woman he was with was going to give you HPV and I’d prefer the human I fought tooth and nail over to not get an STD. I would never have let that stupid-man-thing touch you had I known he would cheat on you with a mortal so… infected.” What an interesting word to decide to land on.

             She turns and waltzes back across the aisle with a grace that has long been lost to time. “And besides, you’re better off without him, with him off your mind you’ll be able to take that new project on at work and get that raise you’ve been needing so badly.”

             You’re still trying to process this. “You mentioned that you only heard of one other mortal with a demon guardian. Who is he?”

             “His name doesn’t matter, all I really care about is that damn man-child, Heisenberg, is watching him, which means he won’t be alive much longer.”

             “Do you kill us?”

             She puts her hand to her chest and looks genuinely offended before her features soften when she realizes you had never met a demon in your entire life not to mention even believing in them. “We would never. Our humans are like our children, and while we may not be able to subtle pull strings to protect those that we watch over, we do have our more… direct ways of protecting them.”

             “Like setting his car on fire.”

             “I’ve done worse things to keep you safe.”

             Your face pales, but your curiosity brightens your eyes. “Like what?”

             “Your so demand, child, but remember when lightning struck the tree in your backyard, and it fell and landed on your neighbor fifteen or so years ago?”

             You can’t formulate words.

             “Or how your car broke down on the side of the road so you couldn’t reach the hotel you booked?”

             “You did that!”

             “They were going to steal your luggage!” She scoffs before taking a long drag from her pipe. “Anymore, questions?”

             “Is Jesus real?”

             “I wasn’t there for that, and if he was, he hasn’t left his fluffy little sky bed since being nailed to that goddamn cross.”

             “One more.”

             “It better not be stupid, darling.”

             “What ice cream should I get?”

             Her soft smile returns. “Get the java-chip, but the one right behind the front one, there’s a little extra than usual in that container.”

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Virtual Sleepover

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Written for Maribat March Day 4 - Internet Friends

Quarantine had been rough at Wayne Manor, but for Tim Drake, Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a bright light through it all. Tim was getting ahead of himself, though. The story of Marinette Dupain-Cheng started on March 20th, 2020. Panic over coronavirus was sweeping the nation. Bruce had gathered all of the members of the Wayne family into the dining room to explain the new rules of the house. No one was to go in or out. Groceries would be delivered to the house. There would be no superhero outings for at least two weeks. Tim didn't think his family would be able to survive, trapped in a house together.

So to preserve his sanity, Tim turned to the internet. There were hundreds of cold cases that he had put on the backburner and hundreds of forums and websites dedicated to solving cold cases. Tim turned to the most popular website and started dumping information, hoping for someone to show up and work through it with him. That's how Tim met Marinette. @MarinetteDC showed up on his page with a friend request, a wide range of technical knowledge about textiles and designs, and about seven different theories on a murder case Tim considered all but unsolvable. Her sleep schedule was just as chaotic as Tim's and she also drank a near-inhuman amount of coffee. Marinette Dupain-Cheng enthralled Tim. And when the chaos of his house threatened to make Tim lose his mind, Marinette became his lifeline.

"Can you hear me?"

Tim nodded. "Yep!"

"Nice!" cheered Marinette. Tim relished the opportunity to see her face, even if it was through a zoom call. "So what do we want to do first? I don't have class until Monday, so we have the whole weekend ahead of us."

"I think we should start with the iconic sleepover classic: truth or dare," suggested Tim.

"Alright. Truth or dare, Tim?"

"Dare." Tim was confident in his abilities to pull off any stunt she might come up with. However, his confidence started to fade as he watched a devious look grow on her face.

"I dare you to bake a batch of cookies - any kind of cookies you want - without using a recipe."

Tim blinked, trying to recall the last time he had baked. Besides a few times helping Alfred out in the kitchen, Tim wasn't certain that he had ever used the Wayne Manor kitchen for anything other than brewing coffee and heating frozen pizzas. "Could I have a new dare?"

Marinette shook her head, the grin on her face demonstrating exactly how much fun she was having, watching the panic in Tim's eyes. "I'll give you one hint on how to make them, but only one, so use it wisely."

Tim groaned, unplugging his laptop from its charger so he could move it to the kitchen. "I'm not actually certain I know all of the ingredients in cookies. Or how long you bake them for. I feel like an hour is probably too long, but I feel like half an hour might not be enough time."

On the other side of the screen, Marinette tried to stifle her giggles but was unable to keep them all in. "No offense Tim, but this is going to be a disaster. I can't wait."

Tim let out another groan. "Must you torture me?"

"How about you keep the laptop camera pointed towards the oven, that way I can tell you once something starts to burn?" Marinette joked.

Tim knew that she was teasing, but honestly, he knew he could use all the help he could get. Still, he wanted to preserve at least a little of his dignity. "Very funny," Tim said sarcastically, setting the laptop down on the kitchen counter.

"Start with ingredients," Marinette advised.

"What all goes into a chocolate chip cookie..?" mused Tim. He got out the flour, white and brown sugar, eggs, butter, vanilla extract, and three different types of chocolate chips that Alfred kept stocked.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

Tim cast a wary gaze upon his ingredients. It didn't seem like enough, but at the same time he couldn't figure out what he was missing. Tim sighed. "I'm ready to use my hint. Tell me what I forgot."

"You forgot to get out the salt, and more importantly, the baking soda," advised Marinette.

"Can I have a second hint?" asked Tim as he gathered his two missing ingredients.

"That depends on what you're asking," teased Marinette.

"I'm going to start listing measurements, and you tell me if it's too much or not enough."

Marinette pretended to think it over before replying, "I'll do it, but only because I want the cookies to come out edible, not because we're friends or anything like that. There are no friends in the Dupain-Cheng kitchen," said Marinette, her voice filled with faux seriousness.

"Lucky for me, these cookies are being made in the Wayne kitchen, and we're all very nice here, and we don't let Tim burn his cookies."

Marinette giggled. "You have a point there," she acquiesced. "Start listing your measurements."

Tim grabbed the measuring cup and starting approximating. "Two cups flour?"

"That will make about five dozen cookies."

"One cup of each type of sugar?"

Marinette shook her head. "You'll want a 3/4 cup of each."

The rest of the measuring process proceeded smoothly, with Tim guessing measurements of fluctuating accuracy (he correctly guessed that he would need two eggs, but his guess of a half-cup of baking soda led to Marinette questioning whether he had ever been in a kitchen before).  Once Tim got the cookie dough mixed, spooned out onto a tray, and put in the oven, they resumed their game of truth-or-dare.

"Your turn, Marinette. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Tim tried to think of a good question to ask. "Since you've now seen how abysmal I am in the kitchen, I want to know one thing that you're terrible at."

Marinette scrunched up her brow. "It's nowhere near as bad as you're inability to crack an egg-"

Tim winced a little, remembering the painstaking process of digging out fragments of eggshell after he completely shattered it in his attempts to crack it.

"-But I have really bad depth perception. I trip over every little crack in the sidewalk. I'm probably the clumsiest person you'll ever meet."

Tim chuckled. "And here I thought you were perfect."

Marinette grinned. "Almost perfect. Truth or dare?"

"I'll pick truth this time, and hopefully avoid being humiliated again."

"I'll go easy on you this round. When was the last time you lied, and what was it about?"

Tim combed back through his memory of the past week, trying to pick out the last time he lied. "I think it was yesterday morning. Dick asked me if the coffee I was drinking was my first coffee of the day. I said yes, but really I hadn't slept that night so I just decided to arbitrarily count my start of the day at the time I would have woken up had I actually gone to sleep."

"So how many coffee's had you had yesterday?"

Tim shrugged. "Since midnight? Probably three or four. I've gotten away with a lot more coffee since I modified the Keurig in my room to stop making so much noise."

"I'm lucky," said Marinette. "My parents sleep so far away from me that they can't hear my Keurig."

"Truth or dare?" asked Tim, continuing the game.

"Truth."

"What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done because you had a crush on someone?"

Marinette flushed red, and Tim immediately knew that this was going to be a good story. "Once I accidentally sent a text to my crush so I stolehisphoneanddeletedthetext." Marinette rushed the last few words, so fast that Tim couldn't quite make them out.

"What was that?"

"I stole his phone and deleted the text before he could read it. In my defense, I made a lot of questionable decisions at that age."

Tim burst out laughing. "How old were you?"

"I was thirteen," admitted Marinette.

Tim couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of her claims. "You couldn't have asked him to borrow his phone and deleted it then?"

"I was in panic mode. It was between steal his phone or destroy his phone."

"Those were your two options?!" exclaimed Tim.

Marinette blushed even more furiously. "It's your turn. Don't expect me to go easy on you this round. Truth or dare?"

Tim kept up the trend. "Truth."

"What was the worst thing you did at thirteen?"

Tim thought back to his days as Robin, and the many, many stories he could tell. In the end, he settled on one that Jason still brought up when he needed leverage over Tim. "It's not as bad as phone thievery, but it's still a pretty funny story, looking back on it. You know how I have two older brothers, right?"

"Dick and Jason," Marinette confirmed.

"Well, one night I managed to convince Dick to let me drive Bruce's favorite car. Now, keep in mind, I had never actually driven a car before. Surprisingly, I wasn't that bad at driving. I made it home without incident - that is, until I tried to park the car back in the garage and accidentally crashed into Jason's motorcycle. For years after that, Jason used the threat of telling Bruce about my little car crash to keep me in line."

Marinette snorted. "You think that borrowing a phone to delete a text message is worse than borrowing and crashing a car?"

Tim shrugged. "It's a matter of opinion. Truth or dare?"

With a roll of her eyes, Marinette said, "Truth."

"What's one thing you would never tell me?" It was the sort of question that could only be asked during a game of truth or dare. In Tim's opinion, it was this sort of question that made the game worth playing.

Marinette pouted. "I don't like that question."

"Too bad. The rules of truth or dare state that you have to answer it."

"Fine." Marinette looked up at the ceiling, deep in thought. Just as she turned back to face her laptop, her face lit up. It was evident that she had an answer. "Usually I let people learn from their mistakes in the kitchen. However, I will now tell you - because I have to - that your cookies have been in the oven for too long. They're going to start burning if you don't take them out soon."

Tim jumped up to get his cookies out of the oven. They looked a little burnt, brown rather than the golden-brown that Alfred would make, but they still looked edible. "I'll accept your answer, but only because you saved my cookies."

"Now that your cookies are done, do you want to finish up our game of truth or dare?"

"One last question," decided Tim. "And I'll pick truth, to make it easy for you."

"What's the biggest secret that you've currently keeping from your family?"

After Tim's last question, he had expected Marinette to follow it up with an invasive question. Luckily, her question had a very simple answer.

"Easy question - my friendship with you."

Marinette looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Most of my friendships begin through the connections they have to my family. Because of that, I've never really had serious friendships that my family wasn't actively involved in."

"It's not because you're ashamed of me, right?" Marinette sounded unsure of herself. Insecurity was a side of her that Tim had never seen before.

"Of course not," Tim assured her. "You're the best friend I could have ever asked for, Marinette."

"Good, because you're not getting rid of me that easy. I still have a lot to teach you about baking. I think we might try cupcakes at our next sleepover."

Tim laughed. "We'll see about that." He had no doubts that there would be sleepovers to come, and shenanigans involving baked goods to go along with them.

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12 roommates AU and 86 I didn't mean to turn you on

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Roommates AU + I didn't mean to turn you on

Ian closed the door behind him after yet another long nightshift. He loved his job as an EMT and actually liked working nights, but that didn't mean that he wasn't tired after a shift like this.

He kicked his shoes off and inhaled the familiar smell of cigarettes and coffee filling the small flat. The smell of home.

Mickey was sitting on the couch shovelling a bowl of cereal into his mouth, like most weekday mornings. A cigarette glowing in the ashtray on the coffee table he rested his feet on. He nodded at Ian when their eyes locked for a moment.

"Morning. You already showered?"

"Yeah" Mickey answered with his mouth full of his breakfast. "How was work?"

Ian walked to the kitchen sink to get a glass of water. "Busy. Why did three separate people decide that it's a good idea to shove baubles up their asses?"

Mickey's face twisted.

"All plastic, don't you worry. Still why?" Ian complained. He opened the drawer in which both of them kept their medication.

Ian didn't see Mickey's face go red for a moment, before he quickly shoved another spoonful of breakfast into his mouth.

"Any other weird calls, of don't I wanna know?"

Ian quickly took his pills and downed the glass of water. "Just the usual. An old lady that fell down, a drunk man who split his head open, a child with a high fever."

He grabbed a muesli bar from the cupboard above the sink. He really didn't feel like eating any more, but he also didn't want to deal with the effects of taking his meds without any food in his stomach.

"Working from home today?"

Mickey nodded. "Yeah. Just need to go in on Tuesdays for the foreseeable future. Something about reorganisations and shit."

"I'll get out of your hair, then."

Ian took a big bite from the bar in his hand and made his way to the bathroom to take a well earned shower before bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Ian came back into the living room, squeeky clean, wearing just a towel around his waist. His hair was messy and still dripping a bit.

"Have a good day, Mick. I'll be up around six."

Mickey looked over his shoulder for a second, before quickly turning back to his work, cheeks bright red. "Night, Ian." His pitch a little higher than usual.

Ian closed his bedroom door behind him and quickly fell asleep.

After dinner/breakfast, Ian started up Netflix, for it was his night off, while Mickey grabbed them drinks.

Ian picked Dolly Parton's Christmas on the Square. Despite the Bauble related calls, seeing all the Christmas lights twinkling behind the windows of more and more houses each day put him in the mood for a Christmas movie. And who didn't like Dolly Parton?

"Seriously, Gallagher? After scarring me for life with your bauble talk." Mickey said as he fell back onto the couch, a six pack of beer in one hand, a bottle of orange soda in the other. Ian might have a beer tonight, but he still appreciated the gesture.

Ian rolled his eyes. "Tomorrow's December 1st and you bet your ass that I'm gonna put up a tree."

"As long as you keep the baubles away from my ass."

They both laughed, this time Ian noticed the red on Mickey's cheeks.

Before he could say anything, Mickey moved his eyebrows suggestively, causing Ian's cheeks to flame up.

"I'll get some snacks." Ian stammered, cursing his voice for going up a little.

He quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a bag of crisps and a bag of m&m's. He tried to stall, just to get a grip. Mickey was his flatmate and they had something good going here. He wasn't going to ruin it.

Ian walked back, dumping the two bags onto the coffee table and grabbing a can of beer. He pulled open the tab and took a sip. Drinking while his head was in this space, might not be the smartest thing, but sitting here sober also wasn't an option for him at this point.

Mickey took a much bigger sip and pulled the bag of chips onto his lap, pulling it open before starting the movie.

The movie was nice, but Ian didn't catch half of it. He'd noticed his roommate being hot before, but reaching towards his crotch, though carefully, each time he wanted a chip, was something else, especially after the eyebrow situation. Mickey also was still Mickey, making an inappropriate comment every five to ten minutes.

They made it through half the movie when the bag ran out. Of course it was Ian who found out first, accidentally reaching straight for Mickey's dick while searching for a leftover chip.

Ian quickly pulled back, but not before he realised that Mickey's cock was half hard.

"What the fuck?"

They stared at each other, after Mickey's exclamation, both with bright red cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I just wanted a chip and I didn't mean to touch your dick. I wasn't coming onto you, I promise."

"Could have fooled me. Walking around in just a towel every damn day while I'm working. Looking like a fucking Renaissance painting, like it's the most normal thing in the world. Leaving me all hot and bothered while you go to bed like a goddamn tease. You're worse than the camgirl that lived here when I first moved in. At least she was a fucking girl."

Blue met green again.

Mickey looked panicked, like he didn't mean to say this.

Ian couldn't yet fully understand what he said or what he meant. The fact that he didn't drink his beer as slow as he should have didn't help.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't mean to... Wait, what? You're not straight?"

Mickey laughed, but there was a bitterness to it. "What the fuck gave you that idea? How many girls did I bring home in the last few months?"

Ian played with the band of his watch, still trying to work out what was going on.

"But... what... who... me... camgirl..." ian stammered, trying to collect his thoughts. This was worse than the time they shared homemade pot brownies. "I turn you on?"

"No shit, you idiot. Have you seen yourself? You look like a fucking Greek god."

Ian's cheeks went as red as his hair. He had compliments like this in the past, but it felt so much different coming from Mickey.

He shook his head in the hopes of putting some things back in the right place. "Me a tease? Have you heard yourself moan through these paper thin walls? Like you want me to go to work with a rockhard boner. Also, you're the one putting the snacks on top of your fucking dick."

This time Mickey was the one looking confused, with a hint of red on his cheeks.

A silence fell over them while Dolly Parton sang in the background. They had completely forgotten the movie.

"So," Ian tried to gather his thoughts, "I turn you on and you turn me on. What are we gonna do about that? I don't want to ruin whatever we have going on. It's pretty great."

Mickey bit his lip, like he was debating something. It took a moment, but his eyes started shining, his eyebrows raised, and he got a teasing grin on his face that made Ian's heart beat faster.

"How about you get on me and make it even better?"

Ian took one second to throw out all his inhibitions, all warnings everyone had ever given him about fucking your roommate. He pulled away the empty chips bag. He moved surprisingly gracefully onto Mickey's lap, one leg on each side of his hips, one hand on his cheek the other on his neck.

"Fuck it." He murmured before kissing Mickey, rough and full of lust.

Moving into this flat was the biggest jump into the unknown Ian had ever taken, and it might just be the best decision he had ever made.

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