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memes-in-a-half-shell · 1 year ago

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Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 4

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Short chapter 💁‍♀️ still trying not to linger for too long on them. It just feels nice to have something to work mindlessly over on the side~

It was at the top of an old and abandonned music store, surrounded by office buildings that were now long emptied at those late hours of the night. In New York's fast changing scene, Vee often wondered how it was possible for this fossil to still be standing, untouched by economy and time - yet she was glad she had that little safe spot she could always come back to.

Coffees in hands, she reached the flat rooftop with a quick relieved sigh, taking a moment to appreciate the view of the neighborhood. There was this faint breeze still running around, the last remnant of the cold days past behind. She was glad to have put on her trenchcoat for tonight - a wiser choice than a cocktail dress.

"Quite the odd place to choose," sounded a voice behind her. "I would've taken you for a more industrial type."

Vee turned around, noticing the turtle coming her way.

"... Do you always do that?" she asked, half amused.

"Do what?"

The mutant was now beside her, frowning slightly.

"Come out of nowhere and start talking? Last time we met, you did the same thing."

Donnie shrugged: "It is what it is. Call it my dramatic flair."

"Sure thing, Dorkatello."

She next offered him a cup, not letting him the chance to complain about the nickname.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I grabbed you a black coffee."

He accepted the beverage with an indifferent expression and a small "thanks". Taking a first sip, the terrapin then seemed quite appreciative.

"Not bad! The roast has a nice taste to it. Where is it from?"

"From where I work, I prepared it myself," winked Vee.

"Barista by day and a broker by night," mused Donnie in a slight teasing way. "Quite the life you're living."

"Only 'cause I need the safety net," pointed the woman. "... To be frank, if I could avoid hearing about soy lattes with triple expresso shots, whipped cream and caramel on top almost every day, I'd be a happier person. ... Whatever happened to good ol' black coffees?"

"We truly live in a dystopian world," he joked before taking another sip.

They drank in comfortable silence, facing the city and basking in the view once more. After a short while, Vee got a USB key out of a pocket, handing it towards the terrapin.

"One investors' list, hot and fresh straight out of the oven."

"There better not be a virus on this," said Donatello, taking the small device and looking at it closely.

"Or what? ... I told you, I'll be a good girl," grinned the human.

The other sighed with a faint smile, putting the key in a small pouch attached to his belt: "... Gosh you're so weird."

"Says the turtle man."

"Touché."

His gaze remained on her, studying her form as he took another sip.

"... I gotta ask though, what made you accept my offer?" he asked.

"I figured you probably wanted some lessons about information broking. That and I was just curious about this whole affair."

Unimpressed, Donnie tapped to a device at his right wrist, then bringing up a holo screen over his forearm. With some quick swipes he then brought up a file that contained Vee's picture and some information written alongside it. He began to read:

"Véronique Lavoie, thirty-one years old, moved to New York City five years ago from Montréal, Canada. First language is French. Completed studies in the music and artistic fields, yet you did an one-eighty to pursue a 'career' in coding and information brokering. I suspect you were getting into hot waters where you're from, so you decided to start fresh in a new city, new country. Shall I continue?"

Vee pushed his wrist down with a tsk, flicking the screen off.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Remove that 'lesson' part from my previous statement." She pointed at him, wanting to get her point across: "You better keep all that info for yourself, or I'm breaking this deal off."

"I wouldn't want to risk this makeshift alliance, at least for now," reassured Donatello, although standing tall. "As long as you play by the rules, I won't rat you out to the police."

"How thoughtful, very happy to hear it" fakely smiled the woman.

"I only aim to please," quickly winked the terrapin, then taking another slow sip as he looked back over the city.

That brought a quiet chuck out of Vee, returning to a watch of the landscape as well. Who's playing on words now! Taking her last sips, she took this quiet moment to glance over the turtle from the corner of her eyes. She never really took the opportunity to fully appreciate all the technical gear he was adorning, some assuredly being custom built. He seemed quite capable when it came to technology, so Vee was truly starting to wonder if he ever needed her help for whatever the turtles were planning to do. She kept that question for another time, rather taking the moment to instead look over at his form. To be quite frank, he wasn't that bad looking! Years of training must have helped shaping this slim chiseled body of his, his arms slender yet displaying enough muscle mass to indicate a formidable strength still....

"So," she started, breaking the quiet pause. "What's the next target?"

"That remains to be seen. I have first to look through the list you just handed me and have a quick talk with one of our sources." He finished his coffee. "... But for now, our first step should be to get up to speed about eachother's knowledge. What do you know about the crime scene in New York?"

"I hear things here and there," shortly sighed Vee. "The Foot clan is the top dog, the Purple Dragons are starting to rise, and then you've got the usual gangs trying to get on top of one another in some pitiful tug-of-war games. I see rich people feasting on poor people's backs, CEOs hunting for valuable informations, stock market maniacs wanting the latest trends. Everybody does what they have to do in order to survive in this fucked up world - and here I am, a simple bridge between their initial goal and the final result."

"I'm guessing you get paid a pretty sum for all of your work, based on how much you charged me, anyway."

"Living in New York, especially Manhattan, is expensive as shit," pointed the human. "I have no choice but to ask for a lot if I want to keep living here." She took a moment to glance back over the streets with a slight dreamy sight. "I couldn't have asked for a better hideout. ... Even though I prefer to be on my own, the constant buzzing of a city keeps me alive and I know I'm not completely alone."

She realized her confession, noticing that the terrapin was looking over her with a soft smile.

"Anyway," she rectified, straightening her posture. "Any info you'd want me to know or gather, I have my ways of getting it. If I don't know something, that'll only push me to get to know more about it."

"At least we're similar on that point!"

"In the end," continued Vee. "All you have to keep in mind is that anything you may throw at me, I can take it. ... I mean, heck, you probably guessed it by now that anything out of the ordinary doesn't really phase me; I'm not even scared of you."

His slight amusement did not escape Vee.

"It does make for a nice change," he admitted. "Usually people either scream or call us monsters. So with you being unbothered, it's a breath of fresh air."

"You're still strange though, but I'll let that slip for now."

She did have this slight fear in her - that she would never admit. Since her arrival in the city, she had heard stories of mutant vigilantes that could break you in half if they wanted to. But when speaking with Donatello, she realized most of those talks must've been exaggerated, although she never dismissed the idea of him and his brothers being forces to reckon with. And that idea stuck with her as she witnessed the terrapin crush his coffee cup effortlessly, then aiming and throwing the remains into an open trashcan down in the street - a quiet "score" escaping his lips as he succeeded his throw.

"Thanks for the coffee," Donatello said next. "I'll get started right away on combing through the list you just gave me. ... Thank you, by the way. You did the right thing."

Vee disregarded the comment with a quick puff of air.

"Please. Consider yourself lucky that I didn't ask for money in exchange. Just keep me in the loop once you have something."

"Will do! Through the web or you have another prefered way of contact?"

"I am not giving you my phone number yet, turtle. Too risky for now."

"As you wish, then," he replied with a small comical bow. "I shall write to you soon, smooth criminal."

And with that he was out and about, Vee rapidly losing sight of him as he plunged into the shadows. So far, so good, she told herself. She had a feeling that getting him on her good side wouldn't be too much of a hassle - she would simply need to lean on the heroic and right-doer side whenever possible and in his presence. What a chore. She looked at her empty cup, then over at the trashcan below where Donnie had shot his trash at. Considering for some seconds, Vee then tried to throw her own into it, but it ultimately failed and bounced miserably on the concrete ground.

"Whatever," she mumbled with a frown, shoving her hands into her coat's pockets and making her way down the roof.

***

Casey and April came down as soon as they heard that Donnie finally got the data - even though that annoyed the bespectacled terrapin, as he wanted to skim through the information unbothered at first.

Inserting Vee's key into his computer, the file was loaded in no time, many names and numbers populating the screen. Some noticeable names belonging to the Purple Dragons were found in there - Hun, their leader, being a predominant entry. But another presence did raise questions, this one only labeled as "Bishop".

"Never heard that name before," started Casey, his eyes on the list. "I don't think I've ever come across someone, or an organization, that had such a title."

"We need to find what they're up and about," added Leonardo. "They seem to be quite invested in the Foot, considering the contributions."

"Agreed..."

Donnie was already starting to wonder if Vee had heard that name before...

"I can get my eyes on Hun for the moment," continued the cop. "But we'll need to dig for the rest."

"Leave that to me," said Donatello. "I'll try to poke Vee and see what sort of intel she could have on that entity as well."

Casey squinted: "I'm sorry, who?"

"Donnie's new girlfriend," joked Raph.

Donnie was fast to reply: "Absolutely not!" He then felt slightly uneasy as he added: "... She's the one who stole the data in the place, that smooth criminal we told you about. I was able to get in contact with her and she agreed to lend her skills for our cause."

"We are not bringing a crook into this operation," disapproved the man. "I don't care about her skills. We can't trust her with any info. She could very well just grab it and run to sell it to anyone. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she's already selling information about you guys!"

"She is not," cut the purple clad one. "I'm monitoring her online activity on the main platform she uses for her trade. She's trustworthy on that part."

"Who says she's only selling her stuff online?"

That actually shut Donatello down, the terrapin frowning at such a thought. She did go to a social event a couple days ago...

"Donnie, if you need someone to look around above ground, you know you can count on me," added April calmly.

"I know," replied the mutant with a soft sigh, turning his attention back to the data. "Let me just see what I can find first, then I'll contact you, if anything."

He didn't even care for the rest of the conversation. His thoughts were running million miles a second, trying to figure if he'd omitted anything before considering Vee's help. Would he need to go against her request of not logging into her system once more? Should he start considering tracking her every moves and conversations? It felt like too much. She was not a stranger to the scene and she could probably prove to be a good asset to the team. ... But right now, many variables were obstructing an absolute trust, and he wished there was something he could do to show her good wil... As hidden as it probably was.

Donnie didn't realize when Casey and April left, too preoccupied by his current searches. He did notice however Leonardo approaching his workstation, setting a stool and sitting down next to him.

"Donnie...," the leader started.

He kept on typing.

"... I do agree with Casey," finished the blue banded one. "We can't risk bringing an external source into this. ... We don't know her."

That brought the tall one to a stop with a sharp sigh. He finally looked over to his older brother with an annoyed nonchalance.

"I understand and I do agree to some extent," replied Donnie. "I could probably fish out the information all by myself - I've been doing that for many years. But now I'm tired, Leo."

He vaguely gestured the Lair.

"Keep in mind, I'm the one who mostly caters to and repairs every electronic needs in this goddamned house. If we're to take the Foot down and you're all expecting me to keep up the same level of effectiveness around here, I can't guarantee my accuracy in the long run."

"Let us help you then! We're a team, we're here for you."

"Hah, and have you all break everything? No thanks."

"Donnie-"

"Look, I want to give her a chance," cut the purple clad one. "It may be a bit presumptuous of me, but I feel that with some guidance, she can get on the right path." He didn't dare cross his brother's gaze. "... All we do is stop criminals, but how about saving them instead? Let me have this, Leo. Let me try.... I see something in her."

"We're ninjas, not knights in shiny armors."

"Don't forget, we were labeled heroes to this city."

He pointed the key to the city he had kept on the side, hanging on its chain, close to one of his screens. That brought a long exhale from Leo, the leader lost in thoughts for a moment as he kept his eyes on the item. Oh it was so easy to call on his honor...

"Let me think about it," finally said Leonardo. "But for now, keep her out of it. Let's see what we find first."

He got up from his stool, lightly tapping Donnie's shoulder.

"And let us help you. Say the word and I'll whoop Mikey and Raph's asses to get moving."

"Noted," replied Donatello with an amused smirk.

He watched his older brother walk away, waiting a bit to make sure he was not in sight. Returning to his device, Donnie's fingers fidgeted lightly over his keyboard, unsure about his next move. ... He didn't want to break an order, but he needed to know.

HookedOnCoffee: What do you know about the name Bishop?

((Part 5))

#it's-a-moi #villain au #usual sorry for any mistakes #gotta quickly spread the next chapters out before I continue #ngl - Bishop's mention wasn't even planned!!#but I said 'fuck it we ball'#and here I am #but so far it's going according to plan yeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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publicopinionrp · 2 years ago

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Some of my favorite citzens of Tinred, my current fort.

Baron Bembul is not the Baron of Tinred. When I was at 20 dwarves, I suddenly got the notification that he had inherited the barony of a completely different place and suddenly I had to give him noble accomodations. Son of a bitch is absolutely nuts about figurines. Figurines are normally my favorite trade chaff because I like to check them for interesting historical figures and events, but now they're basically never legal to export and when they are I worry about trading them because he might change his mind. Every time he mandates the production of figures I make them of bad things happening to him, just out of spite. When I went to check his description he really was just carrying two in each hand.

Erush is one of my initial 7 and is my broker, which she probably hates because she dislikes commerce. She is absolutely disgusted by merrymakers and finds artwork boring, so she's probably not a fan of the giant engraved tavern either. When an ettin showed up while she was at the depot, she ignored the burrow activation to go and fight it and managed to hold her own just fine until the militia came and dismantled it. She is the height of fashion wearing a dress, a toga, and a skirt all at once.

Sigun is another of the initial 7 and is notable for having the rare dream of ruling the world. I fucked up by not making her the baroness when we got elevated. She loves power over others and wants a world that operates in complete harmony without strife or disorder. Her good quality is that seeing one of the fort members die gave her a respect for sacrifice. She is also wearing 7 earrings,

Lefty is one of the fort's humans, an old treasure hunter who loves peace. No idea how she lost that arm, it's on my notepad as something to check in legends once the fort wraps up. She's a legendary butcher and member of the fort's farmers guild and has hung around the tavern enough to flawlessly perform one of my civ's poems, an ode to alcoholic beverages that's an extremely long series of quintains. Each line of the quintain is only two syllables long, so making something that fits that form and is actually about something is pretty impressive.

Asmel was the only member of the militia to suffer an injury when a cyclops showed up. It punched her in the head and exploded her cheek, leaving her with a massive scar. Currently infected but she's incredibly tough so I have faith she'll pull through. She also works as a scribe, and has a weird pre-Tinred history of being a bookkeeper for and then a prisoner in another fort (going to go out on a limb and guess she was an embezzler), then joined a performance troupe before settling down and then immigrating to Tinred where she gets to beat things with a mace. She's not the only criminal in the mace squad, the leader handed an artifact over to a necromancer but he took his beating and I forgave him because he's incredibly skilled with a mace. He can earn the respect back by continuing to risk his life in defense of the fort.

#dwarf fortress #art #fantasy #dwarf

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baubeautyandthegeek · 8 months ago

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Tea To Sooth A Throat – Aceso/Shasta

A/N: Day 10 for @flufftober 's Fluffspring 2024. GIFs made for me by @whoreofthecottage

Iced tea. Usually Aceso hated iced beverages but she had to admit the girl had a point, Shasta had put ice into her cool tea mix to help with Aceso’s achingly sore throat. It was working, slowly, even as Aceso watches Shasta work, sipping her tea and enjoying the girl’s soft smile as she continues to replant the flowers and herbs that had finally died a true death. Peace like this wasn’t rare but she would always enjoy it. She would also hope, eventually, that she could find a way to bring her daughter home at last, broker a peace between her child and the girl she loved.

#aceso #shasta #aceso/shasta #shasta/aceso #the midnight club #day 10: iced beverages #fluffspring2024

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sunshinetemptress93 · 8 months ago

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Behind The Mask

A Harry Styles one shot

Welcome to Behind The Mask! A one shot for the new year thanks to two amazing friends who cooked up the idea. This will have smut, obviously, but nothing too harsh that I think would need a trigger warning. There's some hair pulling and pinning down but that's it.

Hope you enjoy!

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"Large cappuccino with 2% for Mary!" My tiny voice isn't heard for the third time calling out another order that's been ready for 10 minutes. I try and peer around the mass of people standing at the counter, frustrated that this cup of coffee is getting cold. "Hello! Mary!? Large cap-"

"Mine." A middle aged woman pushes through the bodies in front of me and snags her red paper coffee cup. "Have a nice day."I grumble under my breath.

Another day covered in milk splatter, Carmel syrup, and coffee grinds is how I spend my Sunday morning at Urban Bean coffee shop. I feel like I live in this building for how often I work, but I don't really mind it. It's not exactly my dream job, but until I finish my masters degree in biomedical engineering, serving grumpy middled aged stock brokers and socialites from the upper west side is my life six days a week.

I knew the big move to New York was going to be tough but with my best friend Davina by my side, i wasn't scared in the slightest. She made sure to show me the ropes once I landed on her doorstep that hot June evening; she was my savior in more ways than one. Helping me blossom after a bad breakup with my ex, graduating college with nothing but 20 bucks in my pocket and a need to escape Georgia, Davina took me under her wing without hesitation.

Six months in and I felt a little more in the groove of the big city life, and with 3 weeks off of school, I was really getting to know my new home. Spending lots of time in museums, reading poetry in the park, and finally mastering the subway system, I was almost passing as a native New Yorker.

Well, in my head at least I was. That was until I opened my mouth and the Georgia southern drawl and incessant need to call everyone ma'am and sir no matter their age gave me away.

"S'cuse me." A man's deep voice laced with a British accent breaks me from my inner thoughts. He stood across from the counter in a very expensive looking red wool sweater and brown corduroy trousers. His crystal clear green eyes pierced through me, softened with kindness. "Sorry, yes what can I get you!" He smiled at me when I acknowledged him which is a rarity in this city. "Can I just have a coffee?"

"Any cream or sugar?"

"No thank you."

I nod and plug in his order. "that'll be $.6.25." The man hands me a 20 dollar bill so I open the till to get him his change. He raises his hand and shakes his head, a curl falling forward and into his eyes. "I don't need any change."

Wow. No one ever tips. Especially more than 2 bucks.

"Thank ya sir!" I set the change into the tip jar next to the register. "Itll be a few minutes."

"No worries, I'm in no hurry, love."

It was strange having someone speak more than 4 words to me here, that north east attitude not being a myth here. But of course by his accent, he is not from here. Preparing a few other beverages ahead of his, I hand them off to the other patrons. It's strange, but I could feel his eyes watching me the whole time. It didn't make me uncomfortable though, a nice change of pace from the predatory gazes I get from most men.

Finally getting to his, I pour from a fresh pot into our signature red paper cups and cover it with a lid. Turning back around, he was still standing at the counter, "here ya go!" He takes the cup from my grip, fingers grazing my own. I notice his fingers adorned with a slew of rings; a gorgeous gold lion head and one with what looked to be a bird, a robin I think. They looked expensive. He must come from money.

He didn't act like some of the other guys that looked well off that were around his age, but I wasn't complaining. "Thank you..." his eyes cast down at my name tag, "Iris. Pretty name."

My cheeks felt warm at his words, "um thank you! Have a great day!"

His gaze stayed on me longer than I expected, inspecting me almost. "See you 'round, Iris." The mystery man turns on his heels and saunters out of the coffee shop leaving me feeling stunned by his beauty. People seemed to step aside as me walked past, creating his pathway to the exit. He had a precise that was impossible to ignore. He exits the double glass doors and turns, locks eyes with me once more and winks.

He was beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking.

"Um hello??" A nasally voice cuts through. "Where is my latte!"

Jesus, Mary and Joseph...

"Comin' right up sir."

*****

"Iris!!!" The front door clicks open and is slammed shut as Davina hollers from the doorway, excitement ringing through. "Come here!"

I close my book, climb off my bed, and pad down the hallway. "Yes, dear?" Standing in the kitchen she was clutching a small black card in her hand, bouncing up and down on her heels. "Get dressed. We're going shopping."

"Whyyy?" I ask skeptically.

"Becauseeee..." she races over to me smiling from ear to ear. "We need to find an outfit for the most prestigious party of the year."

Panic sets in. I was not one for parties. I also wasn't one for socializing unless it's absolutely required, like a birthday party or second cousins wedding which I still didn't always enjoy, but I would attend out of obligation. I love my alone time with a good book, curled up in my room with my fur baby Luna, listening to my favorite indie playlist in peace. I couldn't stop the groan that escapes my lips. I lean against the edge of the counter and sigh, "Davina I wanted to stay in! You know, pajamas and movies with you and Luna." Anxiety builds inside of my chest at the thought of some wild party with a hundred strangers.

She rolls her eyes, "Iris come on, you've been here for six months and haven't been out hardly at all."

Davina was much more into the night life than i ever was. When we met in college, she was the one out all night making wild memories with her sorority sisters while I had my butt planted in the library as often as i could. Don't get me wrong, I did have some experiences while in college, but a wild night out was never my thing. Being the last of five kids, I was raised with traditional values and lots of rules, so branching out and navigating life outside of what my parents taught me was not an option while living under their roof. My entire adolescent life consisted of church every Sunday, no dating, and god forbid I try and wear make up that made me look like... wait, how did my father put it? A trashy whore?

Yeah, that sounds right.

I went into college like a scared little bird that was shoved out of the nest when they weren't ready, stumbling around not having a clue what direction was up, waiting to be picked off. It was a game of survival of the fittest and I was the weakest of prey.

The massive adjustment period I went through learning who I was outside of the box of conservative ideals I was born into wasn't the easiest. I'd always been the one who didn't want to conform to the idea set in place that women go to college for one thing and one thing only: to find a husband. I wanted more from life. I craved knowledge and growth, and my parents were disappointed to say the least when they discovered I wasn't going to marry my boyfriend fresh out of college. They adored him, probably more than me, but little did they know he was the farthest thing from a gentleman.

Then I met Davina in an advance statistics class my freshman year. She was the kind of big sister I truly needed. She always looked out for me and taught me how to stand up for what i deserved. She pushed me to find out who I was outside of the only version of myself I knew at the time.

"Iris, I want you to experience New York the right way! Stay out all night, drink too much champagne, make out with a hot guy! You're 24 years old, now start living like you are." Davina twirled the end of her curls around her perfectly manicured seafoam green nails. "I'm not taking no for an answer." She states.

Well shit.

"So... what's the hype." I sigh in defeat.

Her coffee colored eyes light up immediately. "Every New Year's Eve there's a strict invite only shindig thrown for people in the entertainment industry. Working in PR, there's always a chance our agency is selected. The person who throws it never reveals themselves, but it's the most anticipated event of the year. I found the invitation on my desk today and you're going to be my plus one. Pleeeease?"

Picking at cuticles I contemplate my options: do I finally let loose and have a true blue New Year's Eve with my best friend or do I hold up in the apartment and hide away from whatever was out there waiting for me? Her brown eyes beg silently until I finally decide to cave. I can't say no to Davina when she begs like a toddler who wants one more cookie before dinner.

"Ok. I'll go."

she places the card down on the counter top and grabs my hand, "thank you thank you! Now let's get you out of your house slippers, put on your happy face, and let's go find something hot to wear."

*****

Shopping sucks ass, I've never been a fan. With too many options that cost too much money it was such a deterrent, and yet when i walked into that little boutique and my eyes landed on the most beautiful dress to wear, I was done for. A slinky chain mail mini dress that settled at the top of my thighs, perfect for whatever tonight was going to bring. It was the only one on the rack, it was my size, and it was on sale.

It was as if it was made for me for this exact night. I knew right then and there it was fate.

Touching up the last of my hair with the flat iron, Davina saunters into my bathroom in the hottest outfit I'd ever seen her in. Adorned in head to toe white glittery trousers, a matching blazer, and a sequined bra top underneath that complimented her figure perfectly.

She eyes me up and down and smirks, "we are so going to be the hottest two there tonight."

"You're absolutely right." Running my hands through my straightened locks, I assess how I looked. I felt hot.

Davina insisted on scattered little stars across my left cheekbone and around my eye for the final touch, which seemed unnecessary since this was a masquerade themed party, but what Davina says goes.

"You'll be removing your mask anyways at midnight, so it'll just add some extra pizzazz!" Davina pinches my cheek and taps the tip of my nose. "You about ready?"

"'Mhm!" I grab my lip gloss and my black mask adorned with beads and feathers. "Let's get this party started!"

An Uber waited for us downstairs so we race out of our apartment hand in hand ready to paint the town.

Davinas words, not mine. She's quite eccentric, and she was determined to make this night one to remember.

The ride was long, about an hour from our apartment far away from the major city lights and chaos that New Year's Eve brings. Turning down a narrow dirt road, a vacant building appears ahead. Large empty spaces where windows once stood illuminated in hues of blue and purple lights. The closer we got, the more apparent the jagged pieces of glass around the frames became. The perimeter was bordered with dilapidated wire fencing like this place had been abandoned for decades. It gave me the creeps. "D, if you get me murdered out here I swear to god-"

A huff leaves her, "Iris, take a Prozac and calm down."

I shove her shoulder playfully, "I don't take Prozac.... I take Lexapro and not enough anti anxiety meds in the world will make me calm right now."

"I promise it's going to be incredible. I went to the one last year and when I tell you it was the best night of my life," Davina fans herself and whistles. Always with the theatrics. "just trust me."

The car comes to a bumpy halt and thrown into park. "You ladies have fun and be safe!"

"Thanks again!" Davina hollers as we stumble out of the back seat onto the gravel road. Wearing stilettos was probably not very practical out here but hey, you live and you learn. "Don't break an ankle tonight, got it?" Davina teases.

"Oh fuck off!" I scoff.

The air was icy and the wind was wild, a typical New York winter night. Goosebumps covered my exposed flesh so we race up to what looks to be the front door, large dark gray steel being the main barrier between me and a wild night. The music was booming so loud the metal was making the slightest rattling sound. Before I could utter a word, it creaks open sinisterly slow and a tall blonde woman in a tight green velvet dress slips out. "Welcome." Her voice was low and sultry. "Please put on your masks."

Davina and I simultaneously tie our masks across our eyes, adding to the veil of mystery and suspense.

The woman shines a satisfying smile, "enjoy the night and don't forget, those masks do not come off until midnight." She pushes the door open a few feet more and gestures her slender arm inward allowing us entry. The warehouse was illuminated with flashing colorful lights painting the 32 foot concrete walls. There were multiple levels to the inside of this place, covered in the most elaborate decor. Acrobats hung from enormous hoops, contorting their bodies in the most fascinating shapes. Fire eaters were entertaining a group of onlookers on the main stage and house music bass rattling the inside of my chest.

The safety of my mask made me feel more confident in such a foreign place, bringing out a side I didn't know I had buried deep inside. I was enthralled with the visuals around me. I can't believe I almost said no. It made me feel free.

A man in full tuxedo garb approached us with a tray of champagne flutes, offering two to us. Alcohol was flowing, bodies grinding, and the air felt heavy in the best way.

"This is incredible." I mutter.

Davina leans over and pecks me on the cheek, "I told you lovey. Now let's go party."

*****

I'd never experienced anything like this before in my life, and I think I'm addicted to it. My anxiety was gone completely as the hours ticked by, three glasses of champagne will have that effect.

Propping myself against the bar, I waited for the bartender's attention when a presence next to me makes itself known. "Having fun?"

"M'sorry?" Turning to my left a stoic gentleman dressed in a deep green suit with a lighter green satin button down underneath was standing incredibly close to me. "I asked If you're having fun." His mask was matte black; simple, stylish, but covered almost his entire face. He was unrecognizable. His voice sounded relatively familiar, but i could barely recall where I'd heard it before. I cleared my throat, "um yeah i am! This is the coolest party I've ever been to." The man shoots me a soft smile, "good. M'glad. What are you drinking?"

"Vodka cran."

He nods and leans over the bar grabbing a bottle of vodka and a glass. "Um I don't think you're supposed to do that." I state. Pouring a shot, he places the bottle down on the shiny black bar top and proceeds to find a bottle of cranberry juice. "Don't worry, Chase won't mind." He seemed... too comfortable doing this right now.

Sliding my fresh drink to my waiting hand, I thank him. His gaze scans my mask, then down the length of my body. He goes to say something when another body next to me knocks into my back, spilling some of my drink. "Hey!" I scold. Turning around I'm met with a man who's barely able to stand up on his own two feet. His gaze lingers on my breast and he smirks. "Sorry hot stuff... you here with anyone? Because I could keep you company if you need." He slurs. He reeked of tequila, musty cologne, and smoke.

"Umm." My words fail me. Typical.

He was making me uncomfortable with the closer he got. "I'm sorry... I-"

"Hey mate, back off alright?" The mystery man who poured my drink stands next to me, hand laying gently on my shoulder. "She's with me." His voice was firm. Not possessive, but territorial, "you can go now."

The drunk raises his hands in surrender, "Sorry. I didn't know." He takes a few steps back and disappears into the crowd. I turn up and look at my knight in shining armor. "Thanks, you didn't have to do that."

He shrugs, "seemed like you needed some assistance there. And..." he points his finger past me, "I was not leaving you with that guy. Seemed like a situation that could have easily gone wrong."

I let out a sigh of relief, "You're right about that. Why do men have to be like that?"

"It's a shame. Men like that give the rest of us a bad reputation."

"Well you're my savior tonight." I smile at him and he smiles back. "Wanna grab a seat?" He asks.

"Sure thing." He takes my hand and leads me to a section of velvet red couches, secluded a tad from the mass of people raging around us. He guides me to sit down first and then he nestled in next to me. Not too close, but not too far. He was sort of cautious with his movements, like they were thought out meticulously.

"So what's your name? What brings you here?" He asks.

Twirling the straw in my glass I hum, "I thought this party was all about mystery?"

He chuckles under his breath, "Well since it's my party, I think I'm allowed to break the rules a tad."

My heart was pounding, my hands became sweaty around my cold glass. Whoever this was, he's important enough to have these infamous parties and still remain anonymous.

"We'll just use fake names to keep some mystery. How's that sound?" He presses.

"Ummm. Sure. I'll be...Eloise." I extend my hand to shake his and he follows suit. I'll be...Gary."

Without giving too much of himself away, he let it be known he's involved in the music business. Producing, writing, performing, even has his own label that he refused to tell me the name of.

Damn anonymity.

I was so curious about him, but I know this would be all I'd get. At least he was kind and from what I could tell from his physique quite attractive. He had an energy about him that felt safe, unlike most of the men in attendance who jump right into gross comments about my body and unwanted touch. He never crossed a line with me without invitation. The ball was in my court the whole time.

He gave me his undivided attention when I spoke, and as the night went on, we got more comfortable with each other. His finger traced circles on my arm slung over the back of the couch sending shockwaves through my body with each drag. The longer I sat here, the more I desperately wanted to know who he was.

Before we knew it, a giant screen rolled down from the ceiling with a clock ticking down to midnight. 1 minute appeared above us and everyone began to cheer. Gary looks up for a moment and back down at me, licking his lips. "1 minute." He murmurs. "Think you'll still find me interesting once the masks are removed?"

I quirk my lips to the side, pretending to have to think about it. "Hmmm I dunno. I mean that's part of the appeal right? Once the mask is off the fun kind of ends."

He leans forward and lowers his lips to my ear, "the fun can definitely continue, love, if you want it to."

Recognition slaps me in the face and I pull back from him. "Wait." I stutter.

Panic flashes across his eyes, "M'sorry I didn't mean to-"

I wave my hands at him, letting him know it wasn't what he was insinuating. "No, no it's not that! It's just... I think we've met before? The coffee shop?"

His mouth falls open in shock, "Wait... today?"

I nod nervously.

He unties the back of his mask and pulls it down slowly. Once fully out of the way, my stomach drops. "Oh my goodness." I couldn't believe it. Of all the people I meet tonight, it's the gorgeous man that stood before me 12 hours ago. "Iris, wasn't it?" He asks, voice raising an octave .

I smile and pull off the ties of my own mask. "You are correct. Now what's your real name so this can feel less weird?" I laugh.

"Harry. The names Harry." His smile widened as he spoke, "I can't believe this."

"Neither can I!"

10... 9... 8...

The two of us stare at one another completely dumbfounded at the chances of the two of us crossing paths a second time in one day.

7... 6... 5...

"My offer still stands. Wanna get outta here?"

4... 3... 2...

"Yes." I answer without hesitation.

1! Happy new year!!

Confetti explodes from the ceiling and cascades all around us, covering us both in shiny pieces of glistening silver. The pyrotechnics on the main stage light up the vast space making it easier to see him now, and holy moly was he even more beautiful in this setting than before. He leans forward at the same time as me, our lips connecting without hesitation. He tasted of mint and whiskey, lips soft and supple. The kiss was brief, but heavenly. I break from him for a second knowing I'll want to devour him right here on this couch if we continued.

Harry's eyes land on my lips, tucking his own bottom one between his teeth. "Let's get outta here."

*****

I made sure to find Davina before leaving with Harry, letting her know I'd keep my location on and get home safely. She praised my willingness to go home with some random guy telling me how proud she was. Funny thing to be proud of but hey, she wanted me to have a proper New Year's Eve and this was apparently the way to do it.

Harry had a car drive us back to the city, a silver Escalade with blackout windows, blocking us from the outside world. He had a very hard time keeping his hands to himself but I was definitely ok with it. I found myself strangling his lap, making out heavily with no concern for the driver. I'd never done anything like this before, but it was thrilling. Harry's large hands stayed on my hips, ever so gently rubbing his thumbs on my hip bones.

The driver clears his throat to get his attention, "Mr. Styles, we're here." Harry pats the side of my leg to stop my attack on his neck. "Hey, let's go inside." He whispers.

With the car now no longer moving, realization of how uncomfortable this driver must feel right now hits me. "Ohh umm ok, sorry." I giggle.

Harry shakes his head and pinches my side. "Don't worry about it."

I swing my legs off Harry's lap and climb out of the car. He thanks the man and says goodbye before walking me up the stone steps to the front door of a gorgeous brownstone that took my breath away. He leads me up the steps, unlocks his door, and enters behind me. Shutting the door and securing the lock, Harry grips my wrist and spins me around. I gasp when I collide with his heaving chest, pupils dilated fully. "Now..." his index finger trails down my throat. "Where were we?"

He connects our lips once more with a sense of urgency. His tongue grazes my top lip and slides between them, a whiny moan escaping me. With my hands on his chest, I begin to unbutton the rest of his dress shirt. Harry walks backwards into the house towards the living room, shrugging off his jacket and shirt in one swift move, never separating his mouth from mine. I couldn't help but glance at his physique that was now on full display, clenching my thighs together at the site. His body was decorated with blank ink, abs so defined you'd think he was hand sculpted by Michelangelo himself. "Fuck.." I utter under my breath.

His hands grip my dress in handfuls, humming to himself. "Think you need to get more comfortable, darling." His fingers tug at the hem of my dress, so I raise my arms for him to pull it over my head. It lands on his hardwood floors with a thud and clink, leaving me in just my dark green satin thong. I cross my arms over my bare chest out of habit, but Harry's hands settle on my forearms. "No need to hide, Iris" he utters. He kisses my lips once, my left cheek twice, then my right. "Embrace your beauty. Let me admire it." I pull my bottom lip between my teeth nervously and lower my arms to his hips.

His mouth travels down my jawline and sucks slightly at my throat. "Fuckin' perfection." He moans.

Allowing him to take full control, he lays me down on the sectional, slotting his knee between my legs. The sexual tension building was becoming painfully unbearable. My hands travel to his belt and undo it as fast as possible. Harry kicks them off and onto the floor, the outline of his erection visible beneath his underwear. Hovering above me once more I pull his hips down to connect with my core. I desperately needed relief from the teasing in the back of the car.

If I didn't get fucked soon I was going to explode.

My hips roll against his cock, a moan vibrating against my mouth. Harry's hands find their way down my stomach and between my legs where I needed him most. The pads of his fingers run over the material of my thong making me shudder. "Mmm you're soaked already, I've barely touched you."

His hand pulls my thong to the side to gain better access to my clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure with his index and middle finger around my most sensitive bundle of nerves. I cry out in pleasure, head thrown back in bliss. His fingers sink into me to stretch me out and curl just right, that all too familiar knot forming quicker than I expected. Harry lowers his head down to my left breast and flicks his tongue over my hardened nipple over and over again. He knew exactly what he was doing because in a matter of minutes, the bubble in my tummy was about to burst. The way my body reacted to just his hands, I couldn't wait for what was in store. A string of curse words fall from my lips needing to come so badly, but Harry had other plans. He pulls his fingers out of me quickly, making my gasp at the loss of fullness. I furrowed my brows at him, a little irritated. "Don't frown, I'll take care of you, promise." Harry takes his now soaked fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. Jesus he's sexy... "you better because that was a mean thing you just did."

Harry bends down and pulls a condom out of his wallet on the floor, discards his briefs, and tears it open with his teeth. "Don't you worry, love. I won't be mean any longer." Pumping himself a few times before rolling the condom down his shaft, I took in the size of what I'd be working with and felt a flood of nerves course through my veins.

Don't be a little wimp, Iris.

Harry nestles himself between my thighs once more, propping his weight up on his left arm, lining himself up at my opening. "You wanna stop at any moment, let me know, yeah?" I nod in response but he cocks his head at it. "Words, Iris. Need to hear yes."

My heart clenched at his need for verbal consent. "Yes. I understand. We stop when I want to. Same goes for you." I confirm.

With that, Harry pushes into me slowly, giving me a moment to adjust to the difference of his fingers verses his cock. I gasp and grip his shoulders tightly, feeling that wonderful burning sensation that I love so much. His strokes were fluid and slow, taking in every flutter of my walls around his massive length. "Oh my god..." I squeal.

Finding the perfect rhythm, Harry leans down and nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck. "So fuckin' good." He moans. Hot, opened mouth kisses trail across my throat while his hips snap into me harder and harder. My impending orgasm was creeping in once more, and there was no way I was going to let it be stopped again. "Right there, please don't stop..."

"Didn't plan on it, love."

The sound of slapping skin and primal moans echo around us, simultaneously chasing our peak. I pull his face to mine, needing to taste his lips again. Hitching my leg up more, Harry picked up the pace and tugged on my right nipple this time, sending a shock of electricity down my spine and making me unravel beneath him. A guttural cry leaves my chest, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. He smirks as I come. And I come hard. "Fuck, give it to me baby, come on." Due to his size and speed of strokes my orgasm felt never ending. The more he fucked me the longer it went. It was the best one I'd ever had, and that includes ones I'd given myself.

My body trembles underneath him as I come back down from my high, my chest heaving and head dizzy. I open my eyes and see Harry admiring me. "You're so pretty when you come."

I hum in satisfaction wanting more from him. I chew my bottom lip before I open my mouth. "can I..."

"Yes?" He says.

"Get on top?"

Harry quirks his brow, "Wanna give me one more?"

I nod shyly, "I can try."

Harry pulls out of me slowly and repositioned on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. Sinking down on him feeling full once more, I don't hesitate to roll my hips back and forth in a slow fluid motion. Harry's eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth gapes open. This position was way more pleasurable for me, and I was glad he was open to it. Some men don't like having women on top. Apparently it makes them feel like they're not in control.

Harry's large hands pull my hips back and in forth the longer we go, stimulating my clit perfectly. Our bodies were coated in a sheen layer of sweat, his own curls sticking to his forehead. "I'm gonna come soon..." he whines.

Changing up the rhythm I use my knees to bounce up and down which sends Harry right over the edge of bliss. "Oh fuck, that's it!" He hollers through deep groans, thrusting up into me chasing that oh so euphoric high. My second orgasm came as a surprise

causing me to still on top of him. I cling to his shoulders and throw my head back as I come for the second time in 20 minutes and Harry following suit right after. His thrusts become sloppy and erratic as he comes undone underneath me, face turning bright red and brows knit tightly together. It was a beautiful sight to witness; so primal and enchanting.

Catching our breath, we lazily kiss one another for a few minutes, like we couldn't get enough. He was back to being gentle and sensual, a vast difference from how fervent and powerful we were fucking just now. Harry brushes my mess of hair out of my eyes and smiles at me. "Well that was something." He chuckles.

"That's one way to put it." I kiss his forehead and lift off of him, in search of my dress and underwear. I wasn't sure what to do now that I just fucked a random dude from a party, I've never done this. I collect my things and turn to see Harry putting his briefs back on, condom discarded. "Umm. So I'll call myself and Uber and get out do your hair." I begin to walk quickly past him when he stops me. He looks at me confused, "You don't have to leave. You can stay."

I halt my pace, "what?"

"I mean, if you want to. I wouldn't ask you to leave. I've got plenty of comfortable clothes you can sleep in. Could even make you breakfast if you'd like..?" He runs his hand through his hair and fluffs his nose with his knuckle. "No pressure, but you don't have to leave."

I contemplate for a moment if it was normal to stay after what was a textbook one night stand, but he was offering so...

"Ok. Yeah, I'll stay." Satisfied with that, Harry shows me up to the bedroom and bathroom to shower and get comfortable. He let me use his master while he showered down the hall. Once I'd washed off the night and dressed in a pair of his shorts and t shirt, I enter his bedroom where he'd made himself comfortable. "Do you... want me to sleep in here or.."

"Yeah If you'd like." he gives me a genuine smile, dimples popping out and waves me over. I pad over to his king size bed and climb in, sinking down into the plush duvet. We spent a while talking and getting to know one another a bit more until we both eventually fell asleep curled up facing each other. Davina wanted me to have a night I'd never forget, and I think I definitely accomplished just that.

*****

The next morning I wake to the smell of bacon being fried, coffee brewing, and the sound light rock music playing.

I make my way down the creaky old staircase and find Harry was cooking up a storm. It was a bit of a split level so I made my way up the two steps and around the island when I discover he is wearing a Christmas apron, tube socks, and nothing else. "Ummm Harry?" I ask trying to hide my giggles.

"Iris?" He mimics.

"You're not wearing any clothes."

"Yes I know." He smirks. "More fun this way. Breakfast is almost ready, grab a seat and I'll bring you coffee." He gestured for me to sit down on one of his wooden barstools. I do as I'm told and watch him move around the kitchen almost stark naked. He has the cutest ass I'd ever seen. Firm, plump, and delicious. He made sure to always find a reason to have his ass facing me the whole time he was cooking, shaking it around when an up beat song came on. The Christmas apron was the cherry on top of this whole thing.

I hadn't laughed this hard or had this much fun is so long.

He was vastly different from any other man I'd met, making him ten times more attractive to me. I didn't think witnessing him cooking naked in an apron would be a turn on, but the longer he stayed that way the more I wanted him again. Flirty looks over the shoulder were thrown my way when he'd bend over and reach for a pan or reach up into a cabinet for the plates.

He was taunting me.

Harry places a plate of food in front of me, standing dangerously close. "You hungry?" He utters under his breath, right behind my ear. I turn in my chair and gaze up at him, his pupils partially dilated, emitting a hunger that can't be satiated with food. "In more ways than one thanks to you prancing around here with your ass out."

I reach around his back and tug at the ties of his apron. The taut material around his figure loosens and he pulls it over his head. I bite my lip when I see he's half hard already. "We should do something about that don't cha think?" I coo.

"I've got a few ideas." His words came out smooth as silk, desire dripping from each syllable. Harry's index finger grazes my cheek, trailing down to my chin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I couldn't help but flutter my eyes closed in anticipation, his touch igniting a heat between my legs. His hands travel down my clothed chest and slide underneath my shirt to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My legs instinctually spread for him, allowing him to step between my thighs. His lips encompass my own, swallowing my moans. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

I was so turned on just by his hands I could have come right then and there.

He hardened fully as I ran my hand up and down his shaft, paying special attention to his tip collecting his precum on my thumb. Harry's lips part in pleasure as I pump him faster and faster, sucking in a sharp breath with each twist. Pulling my head back from him, I raise my thumb and suck the taste of him off of it, humming to myself. Harry watches me in awe. "Fuckin' hell..." he whimpers. He swiftly picks me up from the barstool and carries me over to the kitchen table that thankfully had nothing on it.

He yanks the shorts he let me borrow off of my body, kneeling down in front of me. Throwing my legs over his shoulders he tuts at the sight before him. "You've made quite a mess here, darling. Looks like I'm gonna have to clean it up." Without warning his mouth latches to my clit and sucks harshly. I gasp at the sensation of Harry's scruff brushing against my smooth skin. His tongue sinks into me, lapping up my arousal like i was his last meal.

With every swirl of his tongue and brush of his nose, my entire body was buzzing. Creeping closer to the edge, Harry sucks harshly on my clit making me grind against his face. throwing my head back I couldn't hold back the whines and moans leaving my lips. Each grunt he emitted vibrated against my throbbing clit bringing my orgasm to its peak. "oh fuck!!". My thighs squeeze around his head involuntarily and shake violently. I don't know how this man makes me come so quickly.

The shocks of my body subside and Harry yanks his face away from me and stands. "Lemme get a condom, I need to fuck you so bad." Harry reaches for his apron on the ground behind him and digs out a condom from the front pocket.

"You were so sure we'd go again you had one in there this whole time?" I tease. Harry shrugs playfully and places the condom on. "Hopeful thinking that's all." Connecting our mouths again i wrap my legs around his waist, "You're lucky you're so darn cute." Harry pushes into me fully this time, not easing inch by inch this time. The sense of urgency to tear into each other was evident in his more dominant approach compared to last night. My nails dig into his shoulder blades and scratch down his arms, leaving red marks in their wake. "God you feel so good wrapped around me, best I've ever had." I try to roll my hips against him but he was fucking me senseless there was no use. I let him use me however he saw fit.

He pulls my hair back causing me to yelp at the stinging sensation on my scalp. "Fuck do that again."

He yanks again, making me clench around his cock. His arm wrapped around the middle of my back and lifts me up off the table still buried deep inside. Harry carries me down the steps of his kitchen finding the couch once more. Stumbling down to the cushions Harry begins slamming his hips into me again and again, pinning my wrists over my head. The tight grip around my wrists added to the heightened bliss of being ruined by the most gorgeous man I'd never seen.

"Fuck I'm gonna come again, don't stop." I beg with tears brimming on my lash-line. "Please don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it." His free hand snakes between us and rubs my clit furiously, making the knot in my tummy explode. I see nothing but white behind my eyelids as I come harder with each manic thrust, Harry's orgasm following right behind. His body stills and his legs tremble, grip slipping from my wrists. Even with the barrier of a condom I could feel him twitching inside of me and finally stilling. My legs loosen around him falling to the side, arms laying lazily around his neck, "God you're good at that." I pant. Harry groans and pulls out of me, making me wince. He bends down and runs his tongue up my folds making me squirm.

"Hmm someone's sensitive."

"Yeah no shit, Sherlock." I sit up fully while he sits back against the couch. "You work up an appetite, darling?" There was amusement in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully. "Oh shut up." I stand from the couch and take his hand, "Stop workin' blue and let's eat."

*****

Fully dressed once more and happily full from the massive breakfast Harry prepared, he walks me to the door with a driver waiting to take me home. He leans against the door frame, arms crossed over his bare chest. "Last night was fun. You have my number?" He asks.

I smirk and nod, "Well you putting it in my phone would indicate that I do." I tug at the shirt he let me borrow and a pair of sweats. "I'll get these back to ya."

"You can bring them when I take you on a proper date." Harry leans down and pecks my lips, "how about Saturday after next? I'll be back in town by then."

I hum happily, "That sounds great."

Harry pulls my bottom lip with his thumb, "I'll call you." I nip at his thumb, capturing it between my teeth. Harry groans and shakes his head, "Do that again and I'll have to fuck you right here in front of my driver."

"Hmm sounds like fun. Next time?"

Harry exhales sharply, "You're gonna ruin me."

*****

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brokeassgoing · 1 year ago

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE

NAME: Badou Nails

NICKNAME(S): Baddy, Eyepatch

ALIAS(ES): Eyepatch

AGE: early 20s, more or less 21ish

SPECIES: human

PRONOUNS: he/him

ORIENTATION: one of them straights

ZODIAC: leo (headcanon)

MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic good

INTERESTS: taking pictures, smoking, gossip

FEARS: dying, getting hurt real bad, losing the people he's close to, GETTING close to people, leaning on people emotionally

GUILTY PLEASURES: smmmmoking? he isn't guilty though?

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: standard english, I don’t really headcanon any others at this time. (the city/underground is supposed to be vaguely european (italian) buttt)

PROFESSION: info broker, odd jobs

BODY TYPE: he’s like a wet noodle-- like a light pole--

HEIGHT: 6′1

COLORS: black, greens, yellows

DRINKS: beer, soda pop

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: crappy beer, vodka

SMOKES: like a chimney in the 1910s

DRIVERS LICENSE: officially? not sure. cars don't seem super rare, but must be an expense

EVER BEEN ARRESTED: absolutely!

#meme boi

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grantscanada · 2 years ago

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All sectors except agriculture, food and beverages qualify for CanExport grant. Other industries qualify for AgriMarketing or Canadian Agricultural Partnership programs. Note: Export brokers in the agriculture and agri-food sector may be eligible to the program, provided they meet Canadian content requirements. Source: https://fairgrantwriting.ca/canexport-grant/

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Investing in unlisted shares, especially in companies with long-term potential like Mohan Meakin, requires patience. Since unlisted shares are not subject to daily market fluctuations, you won’t see frequent changes in value. Keep an eye on the company’s performance, industry developments, and any announcements that could affect Mohan Meakin’s future valuation, especially any moves toward a public listing.

Final Thoughts

Investing in Mohan Meakin's unlisted shares offers an exciting opportunity for those looking to diversify and capitalize on a well-established brand with growth potential. Despite the process involving unique considerations, the guide would hopefully make you take an informed decision.

Keep in mind to carry out thorough research before you go forward with anything. Unlisted Shares require patience and an eye for long-term but might put in your way rewarding returns, and especially as Mohan Meakin in particular continues an iconic journey.

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What Is the Coffee Market Category?

Coffee is more than just a morning beverage; it is a thriving industry with a complex market structure. The global coffee market has grown immensely, driven by consumer demand, innovation, and cultural significance. As a barista or coffee enthusiast, understanding the coffee market’s categories helps in appreciating how the industry works and how coffee is consumed worldwide.

In this article, we will explore the different segments of the coffee market, how they operate, and their impact on the broader coffee industry. We will break down these categories into simpler terms to provide a comprehensive view of how the coffee market functions.

Introduction to the Coffee Market

The coffee market refers to the entire supply chain involved in the production, distribution, and consumption of coffee. It is a dynamic global industry that includes coffee growers, traders, roasters, cafes, and consumers. Coffee is one of the most traded commodities in the world, with millions of people depending on it for their livelihood.

Within the coffee market, there are distinct categories that define how coffee is grown, processed, sold, and consumed. These categories shape the prices of coffee, the types of products available, and consumer preferences. Understanding these segments is key to grasping the complexity of the coffee industry.

Coffee Production: The Foundation of the Market

The foundation of the coffee market begins with coffee production. This is where coffee is grown, primarily in tropical regions around the world. The leading coffee-producing countries include Brazil, Vietnam, Colombia, and Ethiopia, but many other countries also contribute to global coffee production.

There are two main species of coffee plants grown commercially:

Arabica: Known for its smooth and flavorful taste, Arabica coffee accounts for about 60-70% of the world’s coffee production. It is typically grown at higher altitudes and requires specific climate conditions to thrive.

Robusta: This variety is stronger, more bitter, and contains more caffeine than Arabica. Robusta beans are easier to grow, more resistant to pests, and generally cheaper. They are often used in instant coffee and espresso blends.

Farmers cultivate these coffee plants, and once the cherries are harvested, the beans inside are processed. Processing methods include washed (wet) processing, natural (dry) processing, and honey processing. The method used affects the coffee’s flavor profile and market value.

Coffee Trading: Connecting Producers to the World Market

After coffee is produced and processed, it moves to the trading category. Coffee trading involves selling coffee beans on a global scale, usually through commodity exchanges like the Intercontinental Exchange (ICE). Green coffee beans are traded by exporters, importers, and brokers before they reach roasters.

The coffee trade is influenced by factors such as:

Global demand: Consumption trends affect the price and movement of coffee across regions.

Weather conditions: Coffee plants are sensitive to weather changes, and poor growing conditions can lead to supply shortages.

Political and economic stability: Countries where coffee is produced may experience political unrest or economic difficulties that affect coffee production and exportation.

Some coffee is traded on the commodity market, where prices fluctuate daily, while specialty coffee is often sold directly through direct trade models. Direct trade involves closer relationships between coffee farmers and roasters, allowing farmers to receive higher prices and roasters to access higher-quality beans.

Roasting: Turning Green Beans into Marketable Coffee

The next stage of the coffee market is roasting, where green coffee beans are transformed into the coffee we know and love. Roasters apply heat to coffee beans, which develops the flavors, aromas, and textures that are unique to each type of coffee. Roasting is both an art and a science, and it requires precision to achieve the desired flavor profile.

Roasting falls into three main categories:

Light roast: These beans are roasted for a shorter time, resulting in a lighter color and a more acidic, fruity flavor. Light roast is often preferred by specialty coffee enthusiasts.

Medium roast: A balance between acidity and body, medium roast coffee has a richer flavor while retaining some of the original characteristics of the bean.

Dark roast: Beans roasted for a longer period produce dark, oily coffee with bold, deep flavors. This roast is popular for espresso-based drinks.

Roasters play a crucial role in the coffee market by determining the flavor profiles that appeal to consumers. Large-scale commercial roasters, like those used by major coffee chains, operate differently from small, artisanal roasters, who often focus on single-origin, high-quality coffee.

Coffee Distribution: Getting Coffee to Cafes and Retailers

Once coffee is roasted, it moves into the distribution category. Roasted coffee must be packaged, stored, and transported to various outlets, including cafes, supermarkets, and online retailers. Distribution networks vary depending on the scale of the coffee producer and the target market.

In the retail market, there are two primary channels:

Direct-to-consumer (DTC): Coffee brands sell directly to customers through their websites or subscription services. This model has gained popularity in recent years, particularly with the rise of specialty coffee.

Wholesale distribution: Coffee roasters or distributors sell coffee to cafes, restaurants, and retailers in bulk. This model is more traditional and remains a dominant force in the industry.

Logistics play an important role in ensuring coffee remains fresh from the time it’s roasted until it reaches the consumer. Packaging innovations, like vacuum-sealed bags or nitrogen flushing, help extend the shelf life of roasted coffee, preserving its flavor.

Coffee Consumption: The Final Stage of the Market

The final and most visible category of the coffee market is coffee consumption. This includes how, where, and when people drink coffee. Coffee consumption trends vary around the world, but certain patterns shape the market globally.

There are three key areas in the consumption category:

Retail coffee: This refers to coffee purchased from stores, either as whole beans, ground coffee, or instant coffee, which is then brewed at home.

Coffee shops and cafes: Coffee consumption in cafes has exploded in the last few decades, with the rise of specialty coffee shops and international chains like Starbucks. Consumers enjoy coffee prepared by trained baristas, often paying a premium for the experience and quality.

Ready-to-drink coffee: In recent years, the ready-to-drink (RTD) coffee segment has boomed. These are pre-packaged beverages like cold brew, iced coffee, or coffee-flavored energy drinks. RTD coffee offers convenience for busy consumers and is a rapidly growing segment of the market.

Consumer preferences have shifted toward more premium, ethically sourced, and sustainable coffee. As a result, many coffee brands emphasize certifications like Fair Trade, organic, or Rainforest Alliance to appeal to conscious consumers.

Specialty Coffee: A Growing Subcategory

One of the most notable trends in the coffee market is the rise of specialty coffee. This category refers to coffee of the highest quality, usually scored above 80 points by the Specialty Coffee Association (SCA). Specialty coffee focuses on flavor, origin, and sustainability, often highlighting unique beans from specific regions or farms.

Consumers of specialty coffee are often willing to pay more for unique flavors and traceability, leading to the growth of small-scale roasters and independent cafes. Specialty coffee is a fast-growing subcategory, driven by educated consumers who seek higher-quality products and ethical sourcing.

Sustainability in the Coffee Market

Sustainability is becoming an increasingly important category in the coffee market. From environmental impacts like deforestation and water usage to social issues such as fair wages for farmers, sustainability influences every aspect of the coffee supply chain. Many coffee brands now promote sustainable practices to meet consumer demand for ethical products.

Common sustainability initiatives include:

Fair Trade: Ensuring farmers receive fair compensation for their coffee.

Organic farming: Growing coffee without synthetic chemicals or pesticides.

Shade-grown coffee: Cultivating coffee in a way that preserves the natural environment and biodiversity.

Sustainable coffee is not only beneficial for the planet but also allows brands to differentiate themselves in a crowded market.

Conclusion

The coffee market is a vast and multifaceted industry, spanning from coffee farms in tropical countries to cafes on busy city streets. Each stage of the coffee supply chain plays a crucial role in shaping how coffee is produced, traded, roasted, and consumed. Understanding these categories—production, trading, roasting, distribution, and consumption—offers valuable insights into how the coffee industry operates.

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