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What is a Biomedical Waste Treatment Plant And How To Start One

profile, V. (2023, March 2). What is a Biomedical Waste Treatment Plant And How To Start One. What Is a Biomedical Waste Treatment Plant and How to Start One. https://businesspoineer.blogspot.com/2023/03/what-is-biomedical-waste-treatment.html What is a Biomedical Waste Treatment Plant? A biomedical waste treatment plant is a facility that specializes in the disposal of medical waste generated…

[chaosister]

BMW : ellie williams.

ellie sent you a text inviting you to ride with her on her new bmw car but it seemed like ellie had a different kind of riding on her mind.

cw. fucking inside a car, riding, cow girl, ellie acts like her strap-on is an actual cock attached to her, you're cock drunk and the two of you are literally both fucked stupid, messy sex.

note. first time writing smut and word vomit so I'm sorry if this is all over the place... 17+ ONLY.

when ellie sent you a message saying that she wanted to take you out on a ride around the city in her BMW van you thought nothing of it but you should’ve honestly expected some horny shit was going to happen, it was ellie after all and something was bound to happen like the situation you were in now.

“uh! ha-!”  your moans echoed around the wide space of her luxury SUV that the two of you were in. you were currently on top of ellie who’s laying down on the backseats of her newly acquired BMW as she lets out small huffs of air “that’s it baby- hah- taking my cock so well, like a good girl.” Ellie’s raspy voice was making your pussy more slicker as you continued to bounce up and down on her strap. oh god, her strap always manages to hit all those sweet spots inside of you and it never fails to turn your brain into a puddle.

“already going dumb on my strap? you’re that much of a whore for my cock, aren’t you? ’s alright, I’ll take care of you princess.”  ellie’s other hand that wasn’t resting on your thigh took a hold of your hair and tugged you forward as you leaned in her face, ellie wasted no time and smashed her lips on yours immediately as the two of you lapped each other’s lips like starved beasts.

the two of you moaned in each other’s mouth, both of your tongues dancing with each other as saliva were swapped between the two of you.

“anhn-! el’s-!” the sudden buckling of ellie’s hips made you release a surprised gasp at the way you could feel the tip of her cock bullying your cervix and it was making your eyes roll back. “shiiit.. keep ridin’ me like that pretty girl.” ellie purred beside your ears as she released groans and small gasps from the feeling of the strap continuosly bumping on her clit and sending multiple shockwaves of pleasure thrumming through her veins.

“fuck-! ridin’ me like there’s no tomorrow, -ah- huh?” ellie’s calloused hands suddenly gripped your ass rather harshly as she helped bounce you up and down on her cock, occasionally leaving slaps and leaving harsh marks on your skin- you already knew that there’s going to be bruises present tomorrow.

“so desperate-haahh- fa’ me aren’t cha’ baby?” you buried your face on ellie’s neck as the non-stop bullying of her cock on your cunt never relented and her sharp thrusts only seemed to get more and more desperate and faster as if she was chasing after your cunt. 

you could tell that ellie was about to come due to her groans and desperate moans that mixed with your own and echoed around the vehicle. “feel ‘s good el’s..” your words slurred as you suckled on her neck rather messily due to the drool that escaped your mouth from how fucked out your brain was. “ughn! nevah wan’ to leave ya cunt princess- suckin’ me in ‘s good..”  

ellie’s thrusting was now much more harsher and the bumping on her clit was making her lose her mind, your back arched as your hands clinged on the armrest of her seat and desperately met her strong thrusts “hah-! el’s!” ellie’s hands that wrapped and fondled your breasts was bringing you closer and closer to the edge “yah- tha’s it baby, cum on this cock ya love s’ much” her encouraging words was enough to make your head tip back and stars explode in your vision as everything turned white as you squirt all over her cock messily. ellie thrusted a few times and soon followed after you, wetting the seat of her car as the two of you went limp on each other’s embrace.

[shuadotcom]

143 Miles (M)

💞Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

💞Summary: You and your boyfriend decide to change up your Valentine’s Day plans this year, so you plan a two-week getaway - or a “love vacation” as Seungcheol calls it. With each destination, you fall more and more in love with each other and it may just be your best Valentine’s Day yet.

💞Genres & AUs: Fluff, smut, established relationship au, road trip au

💞Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💞Warnings: Profanity, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby girl), big dick!Cheol

💞Words: 5k

💞Note: Here’s my fic for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub! Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely valentine @gyuwoncheol !! 💘 I hope you enjoy my beloved Paula!!!!! 😘 ❤️

Thank you to my girlies @horanghater and @onlymingyus - Bambi for always coming in clutch as my beta and Mars for the beautiful banner!! 💕

“Okay, on the count of three,” Seungcheol declares once you’re both back in the car. “One…two…three!”

You reach into the bag in your lap and dramatically present the trinket to your boyfriend. He bursts into a fit of laughter upon seeing the small smiling frog donned in a cowboy hat resting in the palm of your hand. You quickly notice that he’s holding the same figurine. You join in with him, the two of you cackling in the front seat of the car together. You’re sure anyone walking would think the two of you look deranged, but neither pays that any mind.

“Well, guess this means we’re tied this round,” you manage when you finally collect yourselves.

“Yeah, but I’m still winning,” Seungcheol boasts, taking the frog from you and putting both away in the backseat.

“By one point!”

“A win is a win,” your boyfriend shrugs, grinning widely at you. You concede and start the car, somehow forgetting how competitive your boyfriend can be, even over something as silly as a game of who can buy the other the most ridiculous gas station souvenir. You’re on day three of your cross-country road trip and Seungcheol’s souvenir picks have been just a little sillier than yours. He’s simply lucky is all.

It was his idea to do something different this Valentine’s Day. You and Seungcheol have been together for almost five years and every year in February you’ve done the same thing when it comes to Valentine’s Day. You usually go out on a date somewhere, always a fancy romantic lunch or dinner, and then an activity such as a movie or a trip to the amusement park. Neither of you are ungrateful about the time you spend together, of course. You love one another and anything you do will be enjoyable if you’re together. Your dates are always full of nothing but shared love and admiration for each other. You love Valentine’s Day and celebrate it by spreading more love than usual to your boyfriend and he loves doing the same, but you both wanted to change it up this year, so when Seungcheol brought up going on a road trip, you wasted no time in agreeing.

Initially, you thought about driving from Seoul down to Mokpo, but that is only a 4-hour drive at most and didn’t feel like enough of a trip. That’s why Seungcheol brought up something that was once on his bucket list: fly to the US and then drive to the other side of it and back. He mentioned that it was something he’d always seen in American teen movies growing up and he always thought it looked fun and like a way to get even closer to the people you care about. And since you’re the person he’s closest to and cares about the most, he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.

It didn’t take you much convincing either. You can never say no to a good road trip, so you both took time off work at the beginning of February, packed your suitcases, and booked a flight to New York. From there, you rented a car - a BMW to be exact, at your boyfriend’s insistence. (“It’s our love vacation! We have to drive in luxury!”) Then start your journey to Washington, planning to stop at as many states in between as you can.

You’ve finally made it into New Mexico with the end goal of getting to Las Vegas to stay for a night. Neither of you had many goals for where you would stay or what you’d do when you got to every state and are just winging it. It’s more fun that way.

Well, except when it comes to your souvenirs. You decide to stop at a gas station in each state for the wildest souvenir you can find after you unearth an Empire State Building-shaped mood ring right before you leave New York. It’s an extremely impractical shape and you demand that he put it on as soon as you leave.

Once you get back onto the highway Seungcheol fiddles with his phone, making sure his Bluetooth is connected.

The familiar first notes of  “Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy start and your mouth quirks up into a smile. Every time it’s your turn to drive on the trip, Seungcheol insists on playing the playlist of your favorite songs that he made for you. The gesture still makes you feel warm at how thoughtful he always is, even when it comes to the little things.

Drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel, you relax in your seat. Seungcheol turns the volume up and rolls down his window just a bit. The February air is a little crisp, but not too cold. As soon as Patrick starts belting over the speakers, you join in, singing the song word-for-word as you go. Other than talking and playing silly road games, a favorite of both of yours has been using the car as your karaoke room. 

Both of you have more than enough playlists to never run out of a soundtrack to your drive and you’re not shy about singing around one another. For the first few hours at the start of the drive, you had nearly gotten a sore throat from how serious you were at road trip karaoke. You were only missing a tambourine and the typical multi-colored karaoke laser lights.

The drive to Nevada will take nine hours, so you do half of that drive, and that whole time you and your boyfriend sing your hearts out on the way. Every once in a while, he reaches over to feed you a chocolate at your request for a snack. He makes sure that his finger grazes your lip or your teeth each time, chuckling when you nip at his digits or place tiny kisses on them. Little moments like this with Seungcheol make your heart even more full, which you didn’t think was possible, yet here you are - falling more and more in love with him each simple moment like this.

When Paramore comes on shuffle, Seungcheol goes all out during “Ain’t It Fun,” doing all of the ad-libs and being the guitar and the drums. At this point, you’ve made it more into town and hit a stoplight after passing nothing but dirt and rocks.

It gives you a chance to look at him, admiring the way his dark hair falls in his eyes - the eyes that turn into half moons when he smiles wide and laughs loudly. You can’t help but swoon over the giggle he lets out when he notices you watching him put on a solo concert, his dimple making its appearance and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss it. And then kiss him on his lips that you know are so soft and warm and made perfectly to fit against yours like a puzzle piece.

So you do. You lean over the console quickly when he turns to you again and gives you a closed-mouth smile. Seungcheol lets out a noise of surprise, but gladly accepts the kiss, his hand reaching to cup your chin as your lips move slowly against his.

A honk from the car behind you makes you spring apart and then you remember where you are and see the green of the stoplight in front of you, indicating that you’ve got to focus on the road again. Seungcheol reaches over to take your hand as you start driving again, placing a kiss on the top of it, keeping it in his hold as you continue, both of you getting back to your playlist and the road ahead. You can’t help the way your heart swells and you almost don’t want this moment to end. You would travel around the world and back if it meant you could do it with Seungcheol.

When the sun sets on your journey, Seungcheol has always insisted that even if it’s not his turn, he’ll do the driving. He’s halfway through the state of Arizona when it gets darker and he’s behind the wheel. You didn’t stay in New Mexico long, only stopping to refuel and make sure to see what that gas station has to offer in the form of trinkets. Not much, as it turns out, but you manage to win this round of your game when you snag a keychain with an alien riding a donkey while all Seungcheol finds is a pen in the shape of a chili pepper with a mustache. He couldn’t not give you that point even if he tried to argue with you just a little about it.

Seungcheol hums along to his music, keeping it low enough not to disturb you while you try to sleep. He passes a mountain range, briefly admiring how the moonlight shines on the red rocks surrounding you. His attention quickly gets diverted to you when you turn in your seat to face him. You have the smallest pout on your lips and your eyebrows are scrunched up the tiniest bit. Cheol knows how hard it is for you to fall asleep in the car, but he still makes you try so you can get rest.

His eyes focus on the road, but he can’t help but steal glances at you and your cute expression. Not only does the moonlight bounce off of the nature around, but it also does the same to your face. It highlights your cheeks that he loves to pinch, your nose that he loves to boop, and your perfect lips that he loves to kiss. Your facial muscles relax when you seem to slip into a state of rest finally and the sight of your expression that he can only describe as angelic has his stomach doing flips. 

It’s been almost five years and every single day that he gets to look at you, he counts just how lucky he is to call you his. From the moment he met you, you occupied space in Seungcheol’s mind, and to this day, over everything else in his life that swirls around in his brain, he always comes back to you. Your face, your voice, your body, your everything. You are everything to him and he’ll tell you every single day for the rest of your lives.

“I love you, so much,” He whispers as one of your favorite songs plays through the car and you stir, just a little. 

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do.

A smile tugs at the corner of his as he glances your way again. The stars, the moon, the sun, all of it truly does shine for you and only you - his whole world.

When your phone’s calendar reads February 14th, you and Seungcheol finally make it to Las Vegas and you decide to treat yourselves to a fancier hotel. Instead of the usual 3-star hotels (and a few seedy motels) you stayed at along the trip, Seungcheol finds the nicest hotel that the two of you can afford. You even get so lucky as to somehow snag the honeymoon suite. “It is our love vacation after all,” being his reason yet again. 

You definitely don’t complain when you walk into the room and kick your shoes off, immediately taken aback at just how fancy and spotless everything in the room looks. The bed is the biggest you think you’ve ever seen and is covered in rose petals. The large window across the room overlooks the city of Las Vegas, the neon lights brightening up the room before you even turn the lights on. The furniture looks modern and clean and the room even smells fresh yet sweet. You can’t place the scent of the air freshener, but you love it nonetheless.

“Holy shit, this is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You marvel, running and plopping onto the large bed. The bed is big enough for you to starfish comfortably on and you start making comforter angels, Seungcheol laughing as he flops next to you. 

“Only the best for my girl,” he hums, squeezing your socked feet, forcing a sigh out of you.

“Damn, I’m so sore.”

“Well if you’re interested, there’s a more comfortable place for your sore spots.”

You lift your head to look at Cheol and follow where his finger is pointing. There’s a half wall across the room made of decorative swirls of metal that you can see straight through. On the other side sits a large jacuzzi bathtub.

“Is that our tub?!” You spring up from the bed and rush over, eyes widening at the size. 

Seungcheol comes up behind you while you’re admiring, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “That definitely looks like our very own giant, two-people-sized tub.”

“Looks like it has jets too.” Your hands rest atop his, fingers threading together.

“I think I even see some bubble bath on the counter over there.” Lips meet the back of your neck, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

“Hmm, how about I get the bath going and you grab the bottle of champagne chilling in that bucket by the bed? Then we can order room service. I’d love some good sushi.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Seungcheol punctuates his sentence with a final light kiss on your neck. You have to quite literally peel yourself from him, but you manage it as the two of you split up.

It only takes a few minutes for him to grab the bottle along with the two glasses and for you to get the bath running. As soon as the water is warm and bubbly, you and Seungcheol shed your clothes on the floor as you each slip into the tub with you sitting between his legs. He manages to find the button that powers the tub, the jets hitting you at all sides, including your outstretched feet.

You relax into the water, tilting your head back, and resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I have some bad news for you, Cheol.”

“What is it?” 

“I think I must pass away here, just like this.”

Your boyfriend breathes out a laugh behind you, wrapping you in his arms again.

“You’re telling me you’d just up and leave me like that? And to stay with a bathtub no less!” You can hear the pout in Cheol’s voice and it makes you giggle.

“It’s nothing personal, baby, but I mean you can’t produce jet streams of soothing water.” 

“Hmmm. That may be true, but I can do this.”

Seungcheol’s fingers dance up the front of your body, gently cupping your breasts and squeezing. His fingers tweak your nipples in between gropes, making you let out a surprised moan. 

You practically melt into Seungcheol’s chest as he plays with your sensitive buds and your eyes flutter closed.

Soft moans fall from your lips as your head lolls to the side, Seungcheol using the opportunity to latch his lips to the side of your neck. His teeth scrape over your skin, nipping and biting along the way. 

Seungcheol has always loved to mark you. He loves leaving not only signs to others that you’re his, but every hickey and every bruise is a little reminder that he’s the one who makes you feel good and he’s the one that you always come home to at the end of the day. Not that you need a reminder because you’ll always come back to Seungcheol no matter what.

You count at least two reminders now, one on the side of your neck and another at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His fingers never leave your nipples, the stimulation already making you nothing but putty in his hands. If you weren’t in the tub you’re sure you’d be making a mess of whatever panties you would be wearing.

Your boyfriend trails kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, to your ear, and lands on your cheek, peppering your face with a few more kisses. His plush, slightly chapped lips kiss any spot he can reach as his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs. Seungcheol opens your legs wide and shifts you both around in the tub. The moment the jet across from your body hits your clit, you let out a shriek and Seungcheol knows he’s positioned you the way he wants to.

The tub jet feels like heaven coupled with Seungcheol’s relentless hands that are back on your tits, cupping and squeezing in the perfect way you need it.

“Ngh, Cheol!”

“Hmm? What is it, baby?”

“F-fuck. I need you.”

“You need me? But didn’t you say a little while ago that you wanted to stay with the tub since it has jets? Aren’t you enjoying the jets right now?” His tone is smug yet teasing, warm breath hitting your ear and making you shiver.

“Cheol, please!” you pout at him, doing your best to beg in between whines.

“Oh, so you do need me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“And what is it that you need, sweetheart?”

Seungcheol tugs at one of your nipples harshly, making you jolt. You feel so close to cumming already, but you do your best to hold off. You want to cum around Seungcheol’s cock or even his fingers - something, anything of his.

You voice this to your boyfriend, choking and stumbling over your words along the way. Seungcheol’s gaze is heavy as he peers down at you, enjoying how you squirm and wiggle in his hold. Your head is resting on his shoulder as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting extra hard. He loves it when he can see how needy you are for him and how much you want him. He especially loves all of the noises you make for him - the pants and the moans and the whispers of his name. 

He needs to hear more from your pretty lips, and he knows exactly how to do that.

With a smirk, one of Seungcheol’s hands releases your tit and trails between your legs. The tip of a finger taps against your clit, an embarrassing moan tumbling out of you in response. 

The thick digit slides into your eager pussy and it takes everything in you not to sob at the feeling. Seungcheol crooks his finger as he pistons his hand and the heel of his palm knocks against your clit each time. You practically dissolve into his hold while his other hand plays with your nipple, your brain already turning to mush at all of these sensations combined.

“Fuck, sweetheart, listen to you. You sound so fucking pretty.”

“C-Cheol…”

“God I love it when you say my name. I wanna hear it again,” Seungcheol slips another finger into you, and you yelp out his name again without even thinking about it. His pace quickens, fucking you with his fingers as quickly as the bubbly water around you will allow. 

“Yes! Please don’t stop, Cheol, please!”

“Mm, I won’t, baby. Want you to cum for me. Come on, pretty girl, let go for me.” Seungcheol’s voice is so deep that you practically feel it in the pit of your stomach. The pads of his fingers digging into your sweet spot, the jet from the tub still pelting your clit each time his hand moves, and his hard cock digging into your lower back are enough to have your world tilting and your orgasm knocking into you as soon as he tells you to let go. 

Your body stiffens as you cum, the shrill sound of his name that you let out sounds too loud in your ears, but Seungcheol eats it up. He curses under his breath, telling you another handful of times how pretty you sound and how beautiful you look falling apart for him. 

Seungcheol caresses your cheek and chin as you come down and when your breathing seems to steady, he tilts your face back and kisses you. His lips meld with yours, kissing you as if he’ll never get the chance again, making you even dizzier.

His tongue prods at the seam of your lips and when you let him in, he swallows up all of the desperate little sounds you puff out. He pulls back from your lips suddenly so he can help you turn around in his lap. The water in the tub sloshes as you get comfortable facing him and straddling his waist. 

Neither of you wants to waste any more time, the carnal desire to have Seungcheol inside of you is a mutual feeling.

The head of Seungcheol’s swollen cock prods at your sensitive folds, whimpers falling from your lips as you start to sink onto his length. His hands hold your hips as you lower until he’s completely sheathed between your wet walls. You and Seungcheol have had sex more times throughout your relationship than you think you can feasibly count, and each and every time the stretch is familiar but always succeeds in taking your breath away. 

“Shit, Cheol…”

“Feel good, baby? My fat cock stretching you out?” Seungcheol grunts between clenched teeth. 

“Yes, s-so good, Cheollie.” 

“You’re still so fucking tight, baby.” He winces when he feels your walls twitch, squeezing his dick and momentarily making him speechless. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

With Seungcheol’s grip tight on your hips, he helps you lift a little, letting his cock slip nearly all the way out before you slam back down and he’s shoved inside of you to the hilt. You share a groan as he helps you ride him, finding a steady rhythm. The water around you continues to splash, but he only moves you in his lap faster. 

Your head falls back as you alternate between bouncing on his cock and swiveling your hips, letting out curses and calls of his name. Seungcheol bucks his hips up to meet your movements, fucking up into you as much as he can in the slippery tub.

“Shit, you look so beautiful like this. You were made to take my cock, you know that, baby? This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” His compliments only spur you on, your fingernails digging into the thick skin of his shoulders as you grind on him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but you ignore it. The feeling of your boyfriend’s girth driving up into you over and over makes you feel floaty, everything around you fading away. The only thing you feel and the only thing you know is Seungcheol and his hands on your moist skin, his lips sucking bruises onto your tits, and his dick kissing your g-spot with each harsh thrust.

Seungcheol knows your body better than anyone, so he knows when you’re going to cum. He notices the frantic cries, the way your body shakes, and that far-away look in your eyes.

“Gonna cum for me, beautiful?”

“Y-yes, fuck yes.”

“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Can you do that?”

“Mmhmm! I’m so close, Cheollie!”

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Seungcheol moans against your chest, burying his head in between your tits as he drives his hips up so hard, you almost lose your balance. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I’m close too, fuck - gonna fill you up. Can you handle that, baby girl?”

“A-always! I can a-always handle y-you, baby,” you gasp out, your stomach tightening and your body buzzing the closer you get.

Seungcheol keeps one arm around you while the other snakes in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit without even having to try. The stimulation shocks you and has you mumbling gibberish, a mix of your boyfriend’s name and pleading words. Your fingers slide up and into his dark locks, threading your fingers through the brunette strands and tugging, making him growl into your skin.

“Please, fuck, Cheol I’m gonna cum!” 

“I love you so much baby,” Seungcheol nearly explodes right on the spot with how your gummy walls clench around him again, but he manages to hold off. “Cum for me, sweetheart…” He nips at the side of your breast and applies more dizzying pressure to your clit.

“I l-love you too! I’m cum - fuck!” Your words are cut off with a scream as you tumble right over the edge, cumming harder than you did the first time, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

Seungcheol lets go right after you, his face still in your chest as he holds you close, moaning out words of pleasure, love, and admiration about you and how you feel like “literal fucking heaven” and how you’re his and his only. Seungcheol pumps you full of him, his warm seed dripping from your throbbing pussy and mixing with the remaining bubbles around you. Somewhere in between his pussy-drunk babbles your ears pick up something about making you his wife.

You both stay where you are for a few minutes, your fingers lazily raking through his hair as he keeps you close to him, placing small, closed-mouth kisses on your hot skin.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, letting out a sigh as his hand, still between your bodies, moves to rest on your thigh.

“I love you too, Cheol,” you sigh back, a drunken-post orgasm smile on your lips. Even through your haze, you didn’t forget what he said. “Did you…did you mean what you said?” you whisper out, hoping he knows what you’re referring to.

“Which part?” His question sounds calm, but you notice the way his fingers on your thigh press into your skin a little harder.

“The part about making me your wife?” A fraction of a second of silence hangs between you both and part of you starts to panic. What if he only meant it at the moment? You’ve had fleeting conversations about one day being married, but it was always lighthearted and more in a “one day we will” way.

When Seungcheol finally answers you, it’s in the form of a sigh. Wordlessly, he lifts you from his softening cock and untangles your limbs, sitting you down in the tub. 

“I didn’t want to do this now or like this, but I can’t hold it anymore. Especially not when you ask me and look at me like that.” He steps out of the tub, giving you another look before sticking his feet in his complimentary hotel slippers and shuffling into the main part of the room. 

You watch him rummage around in his suitcase before he comes back to the tub and kneels on the bath mat, facing you. You immediately spot the red velvet box in his hands and you gasp, tears immediately gathering in your eyes.

“I wanted to do this when we got to Washington and say some cheesy words about seeing the world with you and traveling everywhere with you for the rest of our lives, but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of being my forever Valentine and be my wife?” The emerald stone of the ring shines back at you, surrounded by small diamonds on a gold band.

“Yes! Of course I will, Cheol!” you sob, tears blurring your vision as he plucks the ring from the box and slips it onto your finger, placing a kiss on your knuckle after it’s securely on. 

Seungcheol cups your face with both hands as he leans forward and kisses you. The kiss is soft and warm and you can just feel the love that Choi Seungcheol holds for you in his heart seep out. His love overtakes you, your heart feeling more full than you think it’s ever been.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” he sighs when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, Seungcheol. So fucking much.”

Your boyfriend fiance smiles widely at you, his own eyes red-rimmed with potential tears as he scans your face. “I can’t wait to officially make you my wife. And you know, if you want, we are in Vegas so we could technically make it official tonight.”

With a sniffle, you shake your head. “Patience, my love. We can worry about all that wedding stuff when we get home. Let’s just focus on us and this, and right now.” 

He pouts dramatically before kissing your forehead. “Fine, I’ll wait.”

“Good boy,” you giggle, watching the way his eyes darken at your playful praise. “Now, how about we actually open that champagne and order room service? I’m still craving sushi badly.”

With a chuckle Seungcheol nods, standing as goes back into the room to look for the room service menu.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. We have all night to eat anything you want to order.” 

“Good, because if they have good pizza I want that later too. Oh! Or maybe kimchi jeon if they happen to have that!” Seungcheol chuckles at your enthusiasm as he comes back with the menu. 

Before you order, he helps you out of the tub when you complain about the water going cold. Dinner is put on hold again when you decide that a warm shower in the luxurious shower stall in the bathroom should come first before you get comfortable for the evening.

In between the warm water cascading over you and Seungcheol helping wash your back, you end up bent over the bench in the shower, Seungcheol slipping into your still-aching cunt again. 

As your fiance makes you cry out around him yet again, somewhere between the moans and grunts, you’re both able to whisper “I love you” and “Happy Valentine's Day” when you share another blissful orgasm. 

Tomorrow you’ll be back on the road and back to making the rounds for silly souvenirs, but tonight it’s all about you and Seungcheol and this moment right here. You can’t wait to have many, many more Valentine’s Days with the love of your life.

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[flipidifloppody]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐦𝐞 / 𝐜.𝐬

summary: you and chris where best friends and he was invited to a party and since matt and nick don't do that stuff he invited me.

blue- chris

pink- y/n

warnings‼️: smuttt, drugs, alcohol etc idek

i felt a vibration on my vanity and looked over to see a message from chris

'i'm outside hurry'

i quickly turned off my phone and put on my lipliner followed by my lipgloss, i smudged it together and put my black converse. i took a quick look in the mirror and grabbed my clutch bag off the side.

i was wearing a black tube top and a black mini skirt which hugged my curves perfectly. I basically ran out of the door and saw chris out the corner of my eye sitting in his black bmw. i walked over to him

"hey" i said lowly

"hey ma, you ready?"

i nod at his question and sat down in the passenger seat , i flipped the mirror and put some more lipgloss on.

"you look nice" he said looking down at my bare thighs with jealousy in his eyes

"what's up?"

"you really gonna go out wearing that?" he said with furrowed eyebrows

"you got a problem?"

"your gonna get a lot of attention"

"okay and it's not like we're together or anything"

he just scoffs and puts the car in reverse driving out of my driveway. the car ride was mostly silent until we got to the party.

.

i walked into the house that the party was thrown in and got the strongest sent of codeine and other drugs. i looked over chris who was already pouring himself a shot of hennessy. he handed me a glass and we both took it

after a couple of shots i was already quite tipsy and i'm pretty sure chris was drunk because he basically had the full bottle. he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the table what had plenty of drugs piled on it. he handed me a pill of codeine and a shot of vodka to wash it down. i immediately took it from his hand and threw it down my throat.

--

i walked into an empty room with chris as he dragged me in by my arms guiding me by my waist. he threw me on the bed.

"really thought you were gonna get away dressing like that huh? thought you could dress like a slut? well what about i treat you like that hm?"

i nod in disbelief as i was in complete shock and get up and support myself with my shoulders only to be pushed back down by chris.

--

"shit-" he managed to splutter as he was thrusting in and out of me at a rapid paste. i gripped into the pillow behind me and squeezed my eyes shot my mouth agape.

low whimpers and moans where echoeing through the room and maybe even outside of it. as my orgasm was close i felt him pull out of me, i looked up at him and shot him a dirty look. he just laughed

"hold your horses ma i'm not fineshed"

i rolled my eyes at his statement as he snaked his rn under my back and flipped me around to be on my knees. my head buried in the pillow

"now you can make as much noise as you want" he said proudly before lining up to me again. grunting as that usual feeling of my velvet walls around him.

--

"fuck.. i'm close chris" i managed to spit out through all the moans spilling from my mouth

"same baby are you on the pill?"

i nod

"good because i wasn't planning on pulling out"

i smirk and start grabbing onto the pillow as hard as i could, almost leaving nail marks in them

"you feel so good around me"

as those words left chris' mouth i completely let go of that knot that was building up in my stomach and released all around his cock.

he threw his head back in pleasure and released his load inside of me not letting a single drop fall out as when he pulled out he stuck two fingers inside of me causing me to scream out. he put his free hand over my face.

"don't wanna let it go to waste huh?"

he started to go in and out slowly teasing me as i felt that same knot build up in my stomach again. creeping up slowly , i arched my back up of the bed and threw my head back into the pillow. i grabbed a handful of his hair to try and pull his face closer to my heat. which worked , he stuck his tongue out and started licking and sucking on my already sensitive clit.

i tug and pull on his brown locks making him groan leaving vibrations down me shivering my spine

"mm i'm almost there"

"you can wait"

i lift my head up in shock as he said that

"n..no i can't chris"

he just pushed my head back down on the pillow "you can do it when i tell you to"

i groaned as it started building up to my second orgasm of the night . i hated the feeling of not being able to .

"please chris"

"fine"

with those words i completely let out all over his fingers and his face leaving a glossy coat on his top and bottom lips. which he licked clean

"was that okay not to rough?"

"that was perfect chris"

he leaned in to kiss me as i kiss him back passionately.

with that he broke the kiss and said

"guess we're more then friends then hm?"

i just laughed at his statement rolling my eyes the smell of alcohol in his breath still strong

"maybe"

(sorry it's so short i literally ran out of ideas but i will make more fics and they will be longer i promise, well i'll try but like yeah whatever)

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[friendofcars]

the cars in the raven cycle and the dreamer trilogy are metaphors for/extensions of the people who drive them (especially in terms of interpersonal relationships and perceptions)- and so is adam’s bicycle. (*warning for brief mentions of abuse in later paragraphs*). adam gets around henrietta on a bicycle because it’s the only form of transportation he can afford, and we know he’s ashamed of this (his narration describes the bike as “somewhat pathetic”). adam's bicycle is present in pivotal scenes: in one of his chapters, he recalls the first time he talked to gansey, and the visceral fear and embarrassment evoked by seeing his bike next to the exuberant camaro (and the awkward fitting of the bike into the camaro’s trunk)- but also their nearly instant friendship once adam accepts a ride to aglionby after helping gansey repair the camaro.

but when adam talks to blue for the first time (described from blue’s pov), they both have their bikes; adam’s is one of several details that endear him to blue, along with his frayed sweater, quiet demeanor, and accent- all of which let blue know that adam doesn’t fit her assumption that all aglionby boys are affluent and arrogant. she notices that adam’s bike is “dolefully squeaking,” which i’m taking to be an oblique reference to a squeaky wheel, or something/someone neglected/in need of care. and when ronan (wakefully) sees adam for the first time (in a flashback in cdth), adam and his bike are going uphill while gansey and ronan ride in the camaro. he refers to adam simply as “the boy with the bicycle." adam, inclusive of the bike, is immediately attractive to ronan, which is a stark contrast to adam’s perception of his bike (and, thus, himself). adam is ashamed of himself, but blue relates to him, and both she and ronan see him as desirable (with the bicycle present!).

in trb chapter 20, adam is trying to get his bike to stand up in the monmouth parking lot, but the kickstand is broken (emblematic of the familial love and support that he lacks/his abusive parents have destabilized him). he then tries to remove the kickstand without breaking it (adam is trying to extricate himself from henrietta without hurting himself or others in the process/ he’s living tensely and precariously. in tdt, he becomes more likely to snap under stress. ronan recognizes adam’s fragility, of being about to break; adam’s spirit breaking is one of gansey’s worst fears). and even if adam could remove the kickstand, a bike without a kickstand (a boy without a family or friends) cannot balance unless it’s in motion (a miracle of moving parts, maybe)- but perpetual motion is impossible, so adam is destined to crash without external support. in this scene, he could lean the bike against monmouth, but he’s not yet ready to accept help or gifts. a bike can only seat an army of one, unlike gansey and ronan’s cars. with the bike, symbolically, there's no risk of codependency or humiliation, but there’s also inevitable isolation and pathological independence. (thank you alli @whoreshoecrab for helping me organize my thoughts re: the kickstand!)

in the same chapter, adam muses that ronan doesn’t need physics/isn’t held back by the mortal, mundane, material restrictions adam has to work around. adam's not serious (and doesn’t know that ronan actually does defy physics when dreaming), but if ronan can waste his time idly and metaphorically use his privilege to launch his bmw through the sky to the moon, adam must drudgingly bike along the ground; he must manage his time diligently and strategically; he must deal with the physical failures of his bike and the kickstand with human amounts of force. this sets up adam’s core frustration with ronan and ronan’s apparent freedom, but this envy gets deconstructed as he spends more time alone with ronan, particularly in bllb.

there's probably a lot to say about the hondayota (and when adam drives alone vs. when he drives blue and noah to the national park and has his awakening, to which his realizations about connectivity and connectedness are crucial), but i'll skip ahead to cdth when adam has a motorcycle instead of a bicycle. the motorcycle reveals some growth (he’s accepted a gift from ronan, he’s healed to the point where he can choose when to leave and return to virginia, ronan says adam has always wanted a motorbike instead of a car, perhaps [metaphorically] because it’s still an independent way to travel but isn’t reliant on sheer physical labor), but also reveals that his life is still unbalanced and marked by the upkeep of a confident façade (he dumps the motorcycle when he slows down/he still falters when he can’t throw himself into a perpetual state of work). he's still adam, always moving and looking at the roads ahead of him, and he's still struggling to reconcile his past with his present without living inauthentically, but he’s no longer balancing his life alone.

[fayeandknight]

Buying a car is bullshit

I am very seriously trying to buy a new (to me) car.

I need a bigger car to fit crates in since that will allow me to transport more dogs for boarding. I have opted to go the used route for a number of reasons.

After much research, input from some super helpful dogblr folks as well as coworkers, and some dragging my feet - I'm ready. I'm looking to buy a 2018 Toyota RAV4 XLE.

I found one being sold at a fair price given the low mileage and went to see it last Saturday. It was a trade in at a BMW dealership. When they brought it out I was a little taken back because it's pretty dinged up. Not to the point of hindering functionally but there are dents and scrapes on every panel and fixing it would $1000 in body work easily, if not more.

Honestly, I don't give a shit about cosmetics. This car is for hauling dogs around. But it would be silly to pretend it doesn't change the value of the car.

I noticed that the front tires were different from the rear tires and asked about it. Sales dude tells me they replaced the front ones because the originals were dry rotted. I asked if the mechanic measured the new vs the old because AWD can be sensitive and different widths can fuck it up. Sales dude tells yes, it's all on paper. Cool.

I take it for a test drive and notice the brakes are a little rough. I ask if the brake pads were inspected to see how worn they are. Sales dude assures me yes, the car passed inspection and they're fine. Am told, again, it's all on paper.

Once we're back at the dealership I ask him to please get me the info on the tires and brakes cause I'm ready to make a deal and buy the car. Sales dude asks for my price and I tell him my offer is contingent on the information so please get it. Guy comes back with a manager and oops, they don't actually have that info.

Which honestly really pissed me off. You lied to my face and what? Didn't think you'd get caught not having the very specific information I'm asking for? I don't know why I expected slightly less car sales bullshit from a higher end dealership but the jokes on me.

I leave with the agreement that on Monday (today) they'll have the mechanic get the info and call me promptly at X time. An hour and a half later, I ended up leaving them a voicemail.

Finally got on the phone with them, tires are fine but the brake pads are just this side of passing and I'll need to change them fairly quickly. Fine. Given the body work and brakes, not to mention all the fluid changes I'll need to do, I put in my offer - a little less than $1000 off listed price. This puts the car at just my side of a good deal rather than fair, but honestly not by much.

They eventually accept my offer. Awesome. I am ready to pay over the phone. No. They won't take the payment over the phone or even a deposit. I have to come buy it in person.

In an ideal world, I'd go Thursday morning and get it done before work since that's my late day. But I'm concerned about the time wasting tactics dealerships use to try to get people to "upgrade" packages. I am trialing Friday and Saturday.

That leaves my only actual day with time to spare next Monday. During the in between they will not hold the car for me or pull it from their listings.

It so fucking frustrating that a high end, fancy ass BMW dealership is giving me the run around for a busted up six year old Toyota that I am willing to pay for right now!

So, fingers crossed it's still there next week and I'm able to buy it. If not, oh well I guess. There's really not anything else I can do at this point. It's just annoying because if they had the information they said they did I'd have bought the car right then.

Anyway, let this be your reminder to not take car sales folks word for anything and make them show you on paper. They will lie right to your face and blame you for holding up the sale.

[race-week]

lmao did you hear about the new new audi f1 rumours? NOW it says that the audi boss wants out, but VAG doesn't want to waste the f1 investment, so porsche will take over. this is either gonna be the funniest manufacturer story ever or the media is very bored.

I stand by my statement that I don’t trust any of them until they are lined up on the grid for the first race of the season in 2026 (until they do that I’m still treating them joining as just speculation)

The head of VAG is very much into motorsport but the new head of Audi doesn’t really sound like he’s interested in F1 all too much

Ironically, it said that Audi don’t want Porsche to take the information they gathered and the work they’ve done despite the fact that a lot of Audis work initially comes from a Porsche prototype project that was scrapped quite a few years back, in 2016 

This isn’t the first time where there’s been a change of management within a corporation and then they’ve changed their minds over their commitment to something. It happened with BMW in F1 years ago and then the more recent example is the whole Honda thing, they were leaving, then they weren’t, then they kind of were, and now they will be back for 2026 

[petedavidsonscock]

The first time it happens is after a game. It's still early in the year, one of their first wins with Dex as captain, and Nursey had scored a goal and gotten an assist. Afterwards, in the locker room, Dex was keyed-up and overwhelmed; Nursey watched from the side, grinning, as the other players on the team swarmed him, clapping his back and yelling and celebrating in that uniquely SMH way—by analyzing and reanalyzing every play.

Of course there was a kegster after that. Nursey helped set up, making sure the speakers were working, dragging tables around and taste-testing the tub juice. Around eleven, people started streaming through the doors in earnest, and Nursey made his way to the living room slash dance floor. He was looking forward to the party, dancing and getting a little wasted—or at least he had been until Dex appeared next to him, somehow already flushed, and whispered, "Upstairs?" in his ear.

So now they're in Nursey's room, Nursey's back to the door while Dex seems to be trying to consume Nursey's soul by way of his mouth. Not that Nursey’s complaining: Dex is, like, really good at kissing. He does this thing where he moves down from Nursey’s mouth to his jaw to his neck, and it always makes Nursey feel insane, wanting, always on the edge of something he can’t quite reach. When Dex gently bites Nursey’s bottom lip, he lets out an embarrassing little whine, and Dex does it again, a little harder.

"You played so fucking well," he pulls back to pant in Nursey's ear. His hands are fisted in Nursey's shirt, as if there's any possibility of Nursey ever wanting to leave. "That check in second period, on #45, god. And you—I hate this fucking tank top." Though the way he shoves a hand under it to feel up Nursey’s bare stomach contradicts his words. "Shouldn’t be allowed. I almost jumped you in the fucking living room. Did you know that was the hottest fucking goal I've ever seen." (Nursey is too turned on to chirp him for that, unfortunately.) Dex pulls away abruptly to stare into his eyes, and Nursey struggles to catch his breath. His boyfriend is so beautiful. "Fuck," Dex adds fervently, "I love you. Gonna suck your dick now."

He drops to his knees and reaches for Nursey's fly; Nursey is too stunned to stop him.

"Wh-what did you say?" he manages after a moment.

Dex looks up, and the sight of him on the floor is almost enough to derail Nursey.

"Hm?" Dex asks.

"You said," Nursey says, and has to look away so he can finish the sentence. Dex presses a palm to Nursey's dick, still covered by his underwear, and Nursey's hips buck forward even as he clutches desperately as the thought. "Uh, um, you said, you said you lo—”

He breaks off with a whine: Dex has pulled down Nursey's underwear and licked a stripe up his dick. Nursey squeezes his eyes shut, and then Dex mouths at his tip, and he gives the fuck up. "Fuck,” he says instead. “Fuck, Dex, please."

Dex glances up at him, then back down. Normally he'd say something smug here, a quick chirp or an inside joke. That makes it somehow way hotter that he doesn’t this time; just nods, eyes dark, and wordlessly swallows Nursey down.

Nursey doesn't have much brainspace for questions after that.

***

And, okay, it’s at least partially Nursey’s fault for forgetting to bring it up. But Dex doesn't mention it the next morning, and Nursey—oh, shit, Nursey has to be in Boston by ten for Lardo's art exhibit. He staggers desperately around his room—where are his pants, where are the car keys, where is his fucking phone—until Dex appears in the doorway to shove Nursey’s miraculously-charged phone at him, along with Dex’s truck’s keys and a waffle wrapped in a paper towel.

It’s not until he’s on the highway that Nursey has a moment of recollection. He blinks, trying to reach past the fogginess of an exhausted night’s sleep and remember. Didn’t Dex say something about… about loving him? Nursey frowns slightly to himself—and then frowns much harder when a BMW switches into his lane without signaling, because fuck Massachusetts drivers.

Once he’s done cursing out the driver in his head, the thought feels even fuzzier. Dex was saying a lot of things last night (Nursey has to concentrate to force some of them down; now is not the time). And Nursey was so tired; surely Dex wouldn't have dropped the l-word like that. Yeah, Nursey decides, he definitely misheard. And then he's taking the exit into the city, where he has to simultaneously find parking and not crash Dex's fucking car. The art show is great; lunch at Haus 2.0 is great—by the time Nursey gets back to the Haus that afternoon, he's forgotten entirely about the previous night.

***

The next few times sort of blur together, because Nursey isn't sure about any of them. Sometimes, when he's falling asleep, wrapped around Dex in his too-small twin, he thinks he hears Dex whisper, "I love you." But sometimes he also thinks he hears Dex say things like, "I'm the muffin man" and "Walmart is underwater again." The last two are almost certainly inventions of Nursey's half-awake mind; why couldn’t the first one be?  

***

The first time he's certain is on a phone call. Nursey's at the racist Stop-N-Shop buying tampons while Dex is laid up at home. Nursey had called because the store is out of the ones Dex usually gets, and while he knows the answer is probably, "Just buy whatever, Nurse, I don't fucking care," he hates getting it wrong.

Nursey’s prediction turns out to be right, but they end up talking for a few minutes more while Nursey wanders around the store. Then someone overhears that Dex is on the phone, and it turns out that everyone at the Haus has urgent shopping needs that absolutely can’t wait for someone else to make a grocery trip.

"Okay, see you soon," Nursey says once they've handled the main issue (and his cart is too full of protein powder (Tango), frozen vegetables (Hops), and ice cream cake (Ford, for some reason) to handle any more requests.

"Yeah, love you," Dex says casually, and hangs up.

Nursey stares in disbelief at his now-dark phone screen. “What the fuck?” he says.

"Dex, what the fuck," Nursey repeats when he gets back. He's distributed the goods, and now he's in Dex's basement bungalow, brandishing a box of tampons like a weapon.

Dex stares at him blearily from his bed. He'd sounded fine over the phone, but in person he looks like a sweaty rat, hair mussed up and obviously overheating from the hot water bottle he's got on his stomach. "What?" he croaks.

Nursey realizes suddenly that this might not have been the best timing on his part. He lowers the box sheepishly and comes over to the bed.

"It's nothing," he says. He puts the box on the floor. "It's nothing. I got the stuff."

Dex has to crane his head back to look at him, which seems to take a lot out of him; Nursey has to wait for Dex’s eyes to refocus on him.

"Cool," Dex says after a moment. "Thanks."

"No problem." Nursey gives in to impulse and pats Dex's head a few times, and is surprised when Dex leans into it. "I was gonna—give you some space?" he adds, now more of a question.

Dex frowns a little. "What? No, stay."

Nursey stays.

***

When he wakes up the next day, squinting because the overhead light is on (cons of a basement bedroom), Dex is fully dressed and apparently ready for class. Nursey takes one look at him and shuts his eyes again; he doesn’t know the time, but he can tell somehow that it’s too early.

"Hey," he hears Dex say quietly.

Nursey makes a vague noise of discontent at the hour, and feels more than hears Dex’s answering huff of amusement. He hears some movement, and a moment later, there’s a soft kiss being pressed to Nursey’s forehead. "Thanks for yesterday,” Dex whispers. “I love you."

He kisses Nursey's forehead again, and Nursey’s eyes fly open, only to watch him turn away, apparently content with the interaction. Nursey has to push his brain forcefully into wakefulness to stop him from leaving.

"Hey!" he manages, struggling to sit up. "Wait! No!"

Dex stops, looking amused. "Yeah?"

"You—" Nursey takes a moment to rub his eyes, then sit up fully. "You said you love me. What the fuck, man?"

Dex pauses, tensing. “Am I not supposed to? We're dating. I'm allowed.”

"Stop being deliberately obtuse," Nursey says. "Was the plan to just keep sneaking it in so we'd never have to talk about it?"

"Keep sneaking what in?" Dex says, obviously shifty. "Look, I have class now, so—”

“Sit down.”

Dex sits.

Nursey smiles at him, then leans forward and takes both of Dex’s hands in his own, maintaining eye contact even while Dex looks anywhere but at him.

"Look, we have to do this," he says.

Dex bites his lip and sighs, like a kid being dragged to the dentist. "Do we really?"

Nursey barely manages not to laugh. "Yes. Look at me, Poindexter."

Dex drags his gaze reluctantly to meet Nursey's.

"Dex," Nursey says, "I love dating you." Dex immediately turns pink, which is great. "You're smart, and kind, and caring, and really fucking hot. You make me really happy. You give incredible head." Dex rolls his eyes even as he turns redder. Nursey considers dragging this out more, but Dex really does have class soon. "Will Poindexter, you're my favorite person in the world, and I love you."

There's a pause as Dex visibly struggles against the urge to set himself on fire.

"Fine," he grits out finally. "Fine. I guess that's fine."

Nursey grins at him, his stupid, ridiculous, wonderful boyfriend. "And is there anything you have to say to me?"

Dex gets the dentist-face again. “Do I have to?”

"Don’t hurt yourself," Nursey tells him.

Dex grasps for a pillow and shoves it in Nursey's face. Nursey sputters through a mouthful of cotton, then pulls the pillow away to smile at Dex some more. He knows he’s radiating smugness right now, which is both a good way to irritate Dex and a factor of how happy he feels. Dex, still red, glances at him and then away.

"Fuck you," he mutters. "I'm gonna be late."

But he leans over to kiss Nursey properly first. Nursey arches up into it, getting a hand around Dex’s neck and another one under his shirt. When they separate, Dex is breathing more heavily than he was a minute ago.

"Fuck you," he says again, a little breathlessly. "I love you. I have to go."

"Mm," Nursey says, and pulls him down again.

In the end, Dex is only, like, ten minutes late to class.

Practically on time.

***

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[amagicbeyond]

He missed the summer, those hot days and firefly nights, Ronan’s hands roaming up his shirt, Ronan’s stubble scratching his chin. He missed the midnight drives, the wind, the terrible music that sounded like sex to Adam nevertheless; the sidelong glances, the teasing smirks. He missed the dreaming: of Lindenmere, better than before; of the trinkets and baubles they created together—a puzzle they both enjoyed, where Adam’s logic and Ronan’s whimsy each bore equal strength. He missed the magic, filling his veins and his breath and his mind, letting him disconnect from being whichever Adam Parrish he was being called upon to be, and find community with everything else on the ley line that lived and moved and breathed and loved and wanted.

He missed being Adam Parrish.

*

If you read the Dreamer trilogy and you, like me, thought, “Hmm, not enough Adam Parrish for me”—this may be the fic you didn’t know you were looking for. This story is complete, canon-compliant, and spans the timeframe of Greywaren from Adam’s POV, featuring both missing scenes, scenes retold, and flashbacks as we fully explore Adam’s arc and the choices he makes between the pages of the book... and the happy ending these boys deserve. ❤️ read it on ao3, or read the first chapter below: 

Chapter One: Lonely

Is this a heart attack or did my troubles find a way to paint my heart this black?

- “Lonely,” by BANNERS

Adam Parrish was walking.

He walked with a deliberate pace, one scuffed leather sneaker in front of the other, measuring each step as though a misplaced footfall would release a trap door, send him tumbling through the ether of his blackened heart, his disobedient mind. It wouldn’t stop, it was stuck, replaying their last phone call, the desperate plea in Ronan’s voice. His unholy silence when something Adam said had revealed Declan’s betrayal. Adam’s betrayal.

He hadn't meant for it to be a betrayal.

I just wanted to keep you safe.

I just wanted to keep you mine.

Adam kept walking, because if he stopped walking, his misery would catch up to him, and he couldn’t have that. He needed to think.

How many sleepless nights, when before, sleep had been too precious a commodity to waste? Before shopping carts and sweat-drenched summer evenings, before squealing tires and sleeping cows and the dangerous smirk that curled only in the corner of Ronan’s mouth. Sleepless, because his carefully constructed future was hurtling toward something far more frightening, far more appealing, far more vulnerable, far more alive.

Sleepless, when Ronan was not dreaming beside him, when his tiny attic bedroom was cold and his chest was warm and his throat ached with the fullness of it all, with what they were becoming, Adam-and-Ronan, Ronan-and-Adam. Trying to convince himself that it was too good, it was too fragile, it was too hard to hold onto. That it didn’t fit the plan.

He would nearly manage it, until he heard the roar of a beloved BMW’s engine pulling up to Boyd’s, saw the fire that lived in Ronan’s eyes, felt the early morning mist of the Barns on his skin. And then he’d pull Ronan roughly into the most convenient corner and kiss him until he forgot to think, mouths and hands and heat and tongue, Adam-and-Ronan and Ronan-and-Adam, one and the same, complete and compatible and not at all marching steadfastly in two different directions, a few months, a few weeks, a few days from now.

And now?

Adam’s phone rang, shrill, in the cold, early morning.

He did not check; he knew who it was. Adam lifted the phone to his hearing ear without speaking.

Declan Lynch did not waste time on niceties either, they were months and miles and a shared dreamer past that. “You got something for me?”

Adam wondered dully if he hated Declan, or if talking to Declan was just too much like looking into a mirror for Adam to ever do anything but endure a conversation with him.

“The ley line’s still gone,” he said. How many days now? Every morning, Declan’s call. Every morning, the same answer. “Everywhere. No change.”

He dreaded the next question, even though Declan never finished it.

“Any word from…”

Still gone. No change.

“You know where to find me,” said Declan Lynch, impossible like every Lynch, and hung up the phone.

Adam kept walking.

Adam was walking, his daily rounds, from his dorm first to the oldest tree in Cambridge, a twisted gargoyle that was no more willing to give up its secrets today than when he first tried to scry there, in this staunchly unmagical city he’d chosen for himself, the one that refused to be called home.

Home was rolling green and lush with life and energy, and Adam ached with the knowledge of it.

He didn’t know if he was allowed to call it home anymore.

Adam kept walking. He walked for a long time.

He pulled out a key and opened the door to the auto shop where he worked on weekends. He did not stop walking until he was in the damp in-between, the mostly-forgotten corridor he’d discovered only because he’d been looking for ley line energy, and found it here, wedged in between the past and the present.

Found the ley line, and found this. He knew now that it was called a sweetmetal.

The mural was mostly-forgotten too, painted lustily on cinder blocks, something winged and clawed and not nearly as magical as the energy that hummed from it, even now, when Adam’s senses felt muffled and heavy with the deadness of the city around him. He’d come here to scry, before, the ley line strong enough here to let him reach out and grasp the endless magic he’d left behind in Virginia, the Adam Parrish he’d left behind in Virginia.

There was nothing to reach for now. It was gone. It was all gone.

“Ronan,” Adam said, a broken voice in the dark. It was a plea. It was an accusation. A curse, all at once. He might have been praying.

The sweetmetal’s magic taunted him. He’d been scrying, or attempting to, stupidly, in his dorm room, when the ley line had left him. It had left him, just as he’d glimpsed Ronan from the corner of his eye, or something masquerading as Ronan, twisted and ashen. He’d stretched out a hand—or what passed for one, when you were mostly a consciousness—and then he’d found himself blinking, into a flickering brightness that was too harsh, too wrong, too real.

His wakening had been nothing like the long journey back into his body when he ended his scrying on his own terms, nothing like the violence of drawn blood and blades when he didn’t. He’d simply—opened his eyes. He’d been Adam Parrish, magician, uncanny, and then just as quickly, Adam Parrish, Harvard student. Unremarkable.

The ley line was gone.

Ronan was gone.

Please.

Adam didn’t know how to pray. He didn’t know who to pray to.

There was a furious burn behind his eyes, and he swiped his hand across his face. He turned his back on the sweetmetal.

“Damn you,” he whispered.

Adam kept walking.

*

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[highfunctioningflailgirl]

You Break Me

“Is it broken?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Let me see!”

“It’s not broken, it’s just- Ow!”

“I think it’s broken.”

“Ow. Fuck. Shit!”

Cormoran grimaces, waving his injured hand and only making the pain worse. He hisses and gingerly re-applies the ice pack that Robin brought to his middle finger. 

“Tell me again how you managed to hurt yourself sitting at your desk?” Robin asks, truly bewildered.

Cormoran sits down heavily, teeth still gritted. He carefully lowers his hand, ice pack and all, on the desk in front of him. 

“I got distracted.” 

“Distracted?” 

Robin raises a questioning eyebrow. Her pulse is still a little too quick. Coming into the office and then hearing your partner cry out in pain will do that. And now he’s sitting here, looking both pained and awkward, avoiding her gaze as if he’s been caught doing something wrong. 

“Yeah, distracted,” Cormoran grumbles at the tabletop. “What does it matter? Would you mind calling me a cab so I can waste my whole night waiting at A&E now?” 

But Robin is a detective, and it’s not in her nature to leave a mystery unsolved. 

“I’ll take you in the BMW,” she offers. “Distracted by what? Doing what?”

Only when she says the question out loud does she realize what she may have run into when she breezed into the outer office a few minutes ago, long after closing hours, to fetch something she’d forgotten, on her way back home from a party with her boyfriend. Unexpectedly, Strike had been in the inner office, door open, and she’d only realized he was there when she’d heard a strange noise followed by a gasp and pained curses.

Oh God, she thinks, blushing. He’s a man. Please tell me he wasn’t…?

Cormoran looks up, noticing the suggestive beat of silence. 

They stare at each other, both mortified.

“No!” he hurries to say. “No, I wasn’t… I didn’t…” The ice pack almost slips from his hand when he gestures desperately with the other. “My stupid desk drawer was stuck again, and I was trying to get it closed, and then I… you came in, and I looked up through the door and you…”

He tapers off, his gaze wandering down from her face over the blue, deep-cut, silky cocktail dress she’s wearing, down her bare legs to her high-heeled feet and back up to meet her eyes again, face flushed.

Robin’s pulse, barely calmed, picks back up. She sees it in Cormoran’s eyes, beyond the pain of his injured hand: the attraction, the longing, the want.

It’s just a second, then he looks away again.

Robin’s shakes off her… shock? Consternation? Arousal? 

“Oh,” she manages, a bit breathy. “I see.” 

She walks back into the outer office to fetch the BMW keys from Pat’s desk. It gives her a moment to gather herself. Behind her, she hears Cormoran get up, groaning. 

“Do you want your coat?” she calls over her shoulder, her voice almost sounding normal again. It’s a mild summer night, but they’ll be awhile, and Cormoran may want to hide his misery behind a turned-up collar.

“Yeah,” he confirms, emerging from his office, hand tucked protectively against his chest. His middle finger looks bad now, swollen, with a purplish-red contusion across the middle phalanx where he pinned it in the drawer. “And a fresh ice pack, if we have one.”

“Of course.” 

Robin fetches a new pack from the fridge and wraps it in a dish towel, then hands it to Cormoran.

“Here.”

He takes it and carefully presses it against his hand. Somehow, he manages to look guilty.

“I’m sorry, Robin.”

“For what?” She smiles at him. He looks like he needs it.

“For being stupid. For ruining your night.” He pulls a face. “And you only need to drop me off. Your boyfriend is probably waiting. I’ll be fine. You really don’t need to st-”

“I’ll stay with you,” she interrupts him, adding a truth that slips out before she can hold it back. “It’s where I want to be.”

He blinks, then smiles shyly. His gaze goes right through Robin. 

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She places his coat over her arm and opens the outer office door to let him through. Cormoran steps past her, now focussed on cradling his hand without jostling it while he walks. He really must be in pain. It’s going to be a long night at A&E. And Robin, confused and conflicted about her decision, but somehow strangely content, finds that she doesn't mind at all.

[pranshucorpseed]

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A biomedical waste treatment plant is a facility that specializes in the disposal of medical waste generated by healthcare facilities such as hospitals, clinics, nursing homes, and laboratories.

[bmwenginesexpert]

What Advancements Have Been Made In The Engineering Of BMW M Series Engines?

The BMW M Series represents the pinnacle of the brand's performance engineering, combining power, precision, and cutting-edge technology. Over the years, the engineering of BMW M Series engines has seen remarkable advancements that have solidified their reputation in the high-performance automotive world. We explore these innovations, highlighting the key features and technological breakthroughs that make the BMW M Series engines stand out.

Turbocharging and Increased Efficiency

One of the most significant advancements in BMW M Series engine is the widespread adoption of turbocharging technology. This shift has allowed BMW to extract more power from smaller engine displacements, significantly improving fuel efficiency without compromising performance. Turbocharged engines in the M Series deliver impressive power and torque, providing exhilarating acceleration and dynamic driving experiences. The use of twin-scroll turbochargers further enhances responsiveness, reducing turbo lag and ensuring a seamless power delivery across the rev range.

Lightweight Construction and Materials

Reducing weight is a crucial aspect of enhancing performance, and BMW M Series engines have benefited from extensive use of lightweight materials. Components such as aluminum and carbon fiber-reinforced plastic are now integral to the engine's construction, significantly reducing the overall weight of the vehicle. This weight reduction contributes to better handling, agility, and fuel efficiency. The innovative use of materials in the engine block and other critical areas ensures that the engines are both robust and lightweight, maintaining the balance between performance and durability.

Advanced Cooling Systems

High-performance engines generate substantial heat, making advanced cooling systems essential for maintaining optimal performance. BMW M Series engines are equipped with sophisticated cooling technologies that ensure the engine operates within the ideal temperature range, even under extreme conditions. These systems include optimized intercoolers, improved radiators, and enhanced airflow management. The integration of these components helps prevent overheating and ensures that the engine consistently delivers peak performance, whether on the track or during spirited driving on the road.

Precision Injection and Fuel Management

Precision fuel injection systems have revolutionized the performance capabilities of BMW M Series engines. Direct injection technology allows for precise control of the fuel delivery process, resulting in improved combustion efficiency and power output. The use of high-pressure fuel injectors ensures that the fuel is atomized finely and distributed evenly within the combustion chamber. This not only enhances performance but also contributes to lower emissions and better fuel economy. The advanced fuel management systems in M Series engines optimize the air-fuel mixture, ensuring maximum power with minimal waste.

Variable Valve Timing and Lift

Variable valve timing and lift technologies have become standard in BMW M Series engines, offering enhanced performance and efficiency across a wide range of driving conditions. Systems such as Double-VANOS (Variable Nockenwellen Steuerung) and Valvetronic allow for precise control of the intake and exhaust valve timing and lift. This results in improved throttle response, increased power output, and reduced fuel consumption. By adjusting the valve operation based on engine speed and load, these technologies ensure that the engine performs optimally at all times, delivering a seamless blend of power and efficiency.

Electrification and Hybrid Technologies

The future of BMW M Series engines is increasingly intertwined with electrification and hybrid technologies. The introduction of electric turbochargers, hybrid powertrains, and energy recovery systems marks a new era of performance engineering. Electrified M Series models benefit from instant torque delivery, reduced emissions, and improved fuel efficiency. The integration of electric motors with traditional combustion engines creates a harmonious blend of power and sustainability. These advancements not only enhance the performance capabilities of the M Series but also align with BMW's commitment to sustainability and innovation.

Enhanced Engine Control Units (ECUs)

The brain behind the performance of BMW M Series engines is the Engine Control Unit (ECU). Advanced ECUs play a crucial role in managing the various parameters of the engine, ensuring optimal performance and efficiency. Modern ECUs are equipped with sophisticated algorithms and processing power, allowing for real-time monitoring and adjustment of engine functions. This includes precise control of fuel injection, ignition timing, and turbocharging systems. The enhanced capabilities of ECUs contribute to smoother power delivery, better throttle response, and overall improved driving dynamics.

Maintenance, Engine Replacement, and Reconditioned Engines

Maintaining the high-performance standards of BMW M Series engines requires regular servicing and attention to detail. Engine replacement and the availability of reconditioned BMW engines are crucial aspects of ensuring the longevity and performance of these vehicles. BMW offers comprehensive "Supply and fit" services for engine replacement, providing customers with reliable options for restoring their vehicle's performance. Reconditioned engines undergo rigorous inspection and refurbishment processes, ensuring they meet or exceed original specifications. These options provide cost-effective solutions for maintaining the performance and reliability of BMW M Series vehicles.

Conclusion

The engineering advancements in BMW M Series engines reflect the brand's dedication to pushing the boundaries of performance, efficiency, and innovation. From turbocharging and lightweight materials to advanced cooling systems and electrification, each technological breakthrough enhances the driving experience and sets new standards in the automotive industry. The continued evolution of these engines ensures that BMW M Series vehicles remain at the forefront of high-performance engineering, delivering exhilarating performance and unmatched driving pleasure. For enthusiasts and owners, understanding these advancements and the options for engine replacement and reconditioned engines is essential for maintaining the legacy of the BMW M Series. Read the full article

[greenwarriorpondy]

Bio Medical Waste Management Pondicherry | Green Warrior®️

Bio-Medical Waste Management in Pondicherry: A Green Warrior's Perspective

Pondicherry, a beautiful coastal union territory, is also a hub for healthcare services. With an increasing population and advancements in medical technology, the generation of biomedical waste (BMW) has become a significant concern. Improper management of BMW can lead to severe health risks and environmental hazards. This is where Green Warrior steps in, playing a crucial role in ensuring safe and sustainable biomedical waste management in Pondicherry.

The Challenge of Biomedical Waste

Biomedical waste, often referred to as medical waste, comprises a wide range of items generated from healthcare facilities, including hospitals, clinics, laboratories, and research institutions. This waste can be categorized into infectious, non-infectious, and sharps waste. Improper handling and disposal of BMW can pose serious threats to human health and the environment. The spread of infectious diseases, contamination of water bodies, and soil pollution are some of the potential consequences.

Green Warrior: A Beacon of Hope

Green Warrior, a pioneer in waste management solutions, is committed to addressing the challenges posed by biomedical waste. Our comprehensive approach to BMW management involves:

Collection and Transportation: We provide specialized containers for the segregation of BMW at the source. Our trained personnel ensure safe and hygienic collection and transportation of the waste to our processing facility. Treatment and Disposal: Employing state-of-the-art technology, we treat biomedical waste in accordance with the prescribed guidelines. Our treatment processes are designed to eliminate pathogens and render the waste harmless. Compliance and Safety: We adhere to strict regulatory standards and guidelines set by the Central Pollution Control Board (CPCB) and the State Pollution Control Board. Our team is well-versed in the handling of hazardous materials, ensuring the safety of our employees and the community. Awareness and Education: Green Warrior believes in the power of education. We conduct workshops and training programs for healthcare professionals on proper BMW management practices. Our aim is to create a culture of responsibility towards the environment.

The Importance of Proper BMW Management

Effective biomedical waste management is not just a regulatory requirement but a moral obligation. It protects the health of healthcare workers, patients, and the general public. By preventing the spread of infections, we contribute to a healthier community. Additionally, proper BMW management helps preserve the environment by reducing pollution and conserving natural resources.

Green Warrior's Commitment to Pondicherry

We are proud to serve the people of Pondicherry by providing reliable and efficient biomedical waste management services. Our goal is to create a cleaner and healthier environment for future generations. By choosing Green Warrior, healthcare facilities in Pondicherry can rest assured that their biomedical waste is being handled with the utmost care and responsibility.

Join us in our mission to make Pondicherry a cleaner and safer place. Together, we can create a sustainable future.

[college-girl199328]

When the original BMW M5 debuted, it was the answer to a question no one had asked, and what an answer it was — there had never been a proper sports sedan before. The M5 established the practice of incorporating racing technology into a road-going vehicle. The concept first emerged when the then-CEO's security detail, driving a 5 Series, could not keep up with his 7 Series, so they turned to the motorsport division for assistance. The solution was to install the engine from the 3.0 CSL, modify the suspension, and strengthen the brakes. The M5 as we know it today was born.

We take many things for granted these days. In almost every modern car, the brakes brake and the steering steers; before the M5, the brakes slowed and the steering guide. Almost 40 years later, the original E28 M5 is still going strong. When it was launched, it had power, a sharp steering setup with real feedback, and the brakes required to handle the high speeds. Driving one of these beauties proved that it is still up for the challenge of a fast run through the Alps! Here comes the most recent BMW M5. The latest generation, like the previous ones, makes significant progress. As usual, it has more power and handling.

The seventh-generation M5 is larger, bolder, and more attractive, and the sedan will be joined by a wagon for only the third time, and the first in Canada. The Touring is a big deal for those who want a true performance car but have family obligations — it is the ideal anti-crossover; full details will be revealed in August. Aside from touring, the most significant change to the M5 is the adoption of a PHEV powertrain. The electric side provides more elasticity and urgency to the drive. The M5's throttle response has always been quick; however, the addition of an electric motor adds instant torque to the low end, so the throttle response is even faster right now!

It begins with a twin-turbocharged, 577-horsepower 4.4-liter V8 engine that pairs with an electric motor integrated into the eight-speed M Steptronic automatic transmission. The combination produces a net output of 717 horsepower. The engine produces 553 lb-ft of torque between 1,800 and 5,400 rpm. The electric side adds 206 lb-ft, but there is a twist: there is a gear set between the electric motor and the transmission input shaft, so the effective torque is 332 lb-ft. When the throttle is nudged, the engine responds immediately.

The engine and electric motor combine to produce more torque than the transmission can handle, limiting the power curve to 738 lb-ft (1,000 Nm). This results in a straight line power curve from off idle to near red-line. The refined sledgehammer can reach 100 km/h in 3.5 seconds, with an 80 to 120 km/h time of 2.2 seconds. Boost Control mode allows for peak performance by putting the drivetrain and suspension into hyper mode, allowing for speeds between 32 and 144 km/h.

The M5's design focuses on maximizing weight and returns for added weight. A PHEV system, which is not much heavier than a regular hybrid system, brings more energy, with a battery capable of 14.8 kWh of power. This allows the M5 to deliver 40 km of electric-only driving using the EPA test cycle. The PHEV setup sustains the M5's performance over multiple hot laps before exhausting the battery. The electric motor delivers instant torque and doubles as a generator to capture wasted energy and return it to the battery. A regular hybrid setup might only manage one lap at full chat before forcing the system to go gas-only.

The M Adaptive suspension controls body motion with precision, keeping the car flat and the P285/40ZR20 front and P295/35ZR21 rear tires planted. The M xDrive all-wheel-drive system delivers power with authority, and the stability control system can be switched to two-wheel-drive for an "unfiltered performance experience." The M Sport rear differential delivers torque vectoring, allowing the M5 to turn in with less steering input.

The PHEV's battery is placed between axles and low in the body to prevent understeer and maintain the center of gravity. The M5 has a longer wheelbase and wider track to maintain balance and maintain the driving ethic. Rear wheel steering is used to mask curb weight, making the 2,445-kg car feel lighter. The M5's larger size enhances low-speed maneuverability and sharpens steering response at speed, bringing faster response to input and better high-speed stability.

The choice of tire is crucial for a car's performance, and BMW collaborated with tire suppliers like Michelin, Pirelli, and Hankook to find the best rubber for the M5. The M5 is a ballet dancer with grip, despite its 2,500-kilogram curb weight, making it feel nimble and more dialed-in than expected. The M5's grip, combined with the right slippers, masks the car's almost 2,500-kilogram curb weight, making it feel more nimble and more dialed-in than expected.

The answer is yes, and the M5 stuck to the business of cornering even as my nerve was starting to give up. You see, my built-in yaw sensor (the old puck-o-meter) had some defined limits, so it told me when it was time to back off before I became the twit sitting in the gravel trap. The M5’s ability destroyed my previous limits and pushed them to new heights altogether. Even then I admit I didn’t manage to come close to challenging the M5’s extraordinary limits.

The M5's traction and ability were highlighted in three key areas: down the back straight, which is technically not a straight due to its series of turns seven, eight, nine, and 10. When driving at sane speeds, these twists form a near-straight line, but when ramped up, they become real corners generating lateral forces.

The author describes a challenging run, starting with a long looping corner and then a series of twisties before reaching the main straight. They build their speed through the sweeper laps but never reach peak velocity. The final hurdle is the main straight, where the speeds qualify as slow. The author uses the optional ceramic rotors to slow the M5 breathtakingly, ensuring the grip needed for the turn one/two complex.

The author appreciates the M5 for its flawless handling, blazing speed, and raw stopping power, stating that it danced beautifully on the Salzburgring racetrack, even in the hands of a seasoned racer running just shy of ten-tenths.

The 2025 BMW M5 Touring is priced at $135,000 in Canada, making it more appealing than the BMW XM, which starts at $220,000. This price offers better handling and versatility, making it a great deal for those looking for a powerful vehicle.

The author has been a long-time fan of the M5 sedan, which has been the standard for all others. Today, the race for supremacy is tight, with the Audi RS6 being a co-favorite. Both super-sports have chromium-plated credentials and are perfect for twisty roads. Based on the author's experience, they recommend the upcoming M5 Touring as a street-legal race car with a focus on cars. The choice has never been tougher, making the choice between the two super-sports a tough one.

[emeaentrepreneur]

Max and Sara Marquart: Sibling-Duo Manufactures World’s 1st Cocoa-Free Alternative at Planet A Foods With ChoViva

Chocolate…ahh! That smooth, velvety, brown, aromatic, soulful goodness! The taste just speaks for itself. Manufactured and produced individually or combined with many food products, chocolate is one confection that is loved by many. If it takes around 400 cocoa beans to make just 1 pound of chocolate, you know it’s a big deal. 

The thing is, as much as many people love chocolates and confectionary goodies, this ingredient is used in various other dishes and cuisines worldwide. Therefore the demand for chocolate is always at an all-time high. Invariably people lack the knowledge and awareness of just how much it takes to grow, manufacture, and produce this confectionary, although numbers are present. 

From 2021 – 2022, over 4.9 million tons of chocolate were globally produced. Estimates say that in the crop year of 2023 – 2024, over 4.5 million tons of chocolate is expected to be produced, where the biggest cocoa-producing countries are – Côte d’Ivoire and Ghana making up for over 60% of cocoa produced, Ecuador making up for over 7%, and followed by Indonesia which is the largest cocoa-producing Asian country. 

Since cocoa trees can only grow in climatic Rainforest areas, cocoa manufacturing farmers, industries, and companies disrupt the environment’s ecosystem and biodiversity when cocoa trees are grown to be manufactured and produced. Many environmental detriments occur where cocoa trees are planted and grown. Over 4 million hectares of trees are cut down to plant, grow, harvest, manufacture, and produce cocoa beans. The massive deforestation also comes with huge quantities of water being used and wasted. Further estimates from the Global Forest Watch say that the complete process of the production of chocolate from 2001 – 2021 in Ghana, has cut down over 1.4 million hectares of trees in Ghana which has released 739 million tons of Carbon dioxide (CO2) emissions, which is a staggering number and to be taken very seriously.

Therefore in this article, we will be sharing aromatic and delicious insights into how a trailblazing and pioneering sibling duo – Max and Sara Marquart co-founded Planet A Foods – which specializes in sustainably manufacturing food ingredients that are devoid of environmentally exploitative actions, to manufacture the world’s first cocoa-free alternative for chocolate through the use of proprietary technology to produce ChoViva – a delicious, flavourful, aromatic, velvety-smooth, brown goodness! 

The Trailblazing and Pioneering Sibling Duo – Max and Sara Marquart: 

The Co-founders of Planet A Foods and ChoViva are German nationalities – Max Marquart who is the Chief Executive Officer and his twin sister Sara Marquart who is the Chief Technology Officer. The sibling duo manufacturers recognized the major environmental impacts that were hurting the planet to great extents and hence decided together to call to action in addressing these global food concerns that are contributed by the Cocoa Manufacturing and Producing Industries worldwide. 

Dr. Max (Maximilian) Marquart has a Post-Graduate Degree in Mechanical Engineering from the Technical University of Munich, and a Doctor’s Ph.D. Degree in Engineering from RWTH Aachen University and at ETH Zurich. Max started his employment career in prominent and leadership positions and roles, such as – Project Leader at BMW Group, and Managing Director at 27Pilots, and soon co-founded Planet A Foods and ChoViva alongside his twin sister. 

“At Planet A Foods, we produce future-proof chocolate using fermentation processes. We can create cocoa-free chocolate called ChoViva that is 10x more sustainable than conventional chocolate.”

Dr. Sara Marquart has a Master of Science Degree in Food Chemistry from the Technical University of Munich and a Doctor of Science Degree in the same field as well as university. Like her twin brother Max, Sara too went on to start her career in leading positions and roles, such as – Food Scientist at Fraunhofer-Gesellschaft, Ph.D. Research at Technische Universität München, Chief Curator at Deutsches Museum, Principal Scientist at Atomo Coffee, Head of Flavour at ZHAW Zürcher Hochschule für Angewandte Wissenschaften. Finally alongside Max, she co-founded Planet A Foods and ChoViva in the year 2021. 

About Plant A Foods and ChoViva:

Planet A Foods is the world’s 1st-ever cocoa-free chocolate alternative manufacturing and producing company that uses locally grown Oats and Sunflower Seeds to sustainably innovate and create a delicious substitute for chocolate. Devoid of environmentally exploitative actions in deforestation, excess water consumption, and staggering CO2 emissions, the company uses its proprietary technology to produce ChoViva – a delicious, flavourful, aromatic, velvety-smooth, brown goodness! 

Founded in the year 2021, Planet A Foods has its headquarters established in Munich, Germany. A biotechnology research facility and company that “deliciously crafts sustainable food for everyone”, replaces Palm Oil with their cocoa-free chocolate butter as well. The fermentation process of Oats and Sunflower Seeds follows an ancient beer brewing technology that contributes to half of the work done in making this exquisite cocoa-free chocolate experience. 

Mission Statement – “To create dramatically more sustainable food ingredients and thus save millions of tons of CO2 emissions each year.” 

Reducing the need for land and labor resources, the company keeps its supply chains short as Oats and Sunflower Seeds which are the main ingredients are locally grown. Using 30% less sugar, 94% less water, 100% naturally grown ingredients, and avoiding deforestation, Planet A Foods makes ChoViva with vegan options, keeping the deliciousness levels at a premium level, and has since seen a huge 90% reduction in CO2 emissions. Planet A Foods is partnered with Kölln, REWE, LambertZ, Penny, Lindt, Seidl Confiserie, and De Beukelaer. From manufacturing and producing cocoa-free alternative chocolate, ChoViva also covers a range of Granolas and Cereals, Bakery items, and Snacks.

Visit More : https://theeuropeentrepreneur.com/max-and-sara-marquart-sibling-duo-manufactures-worlds-1st-cocoa-free-alternative-at-planet-a-foods-with-choviva/

[4shreya]

 Career Opportunities After Studying in Germany

Germany, renowned for its world-class education system, offers not only exceptional academic experiences but also a plethora of career opportunities for international students post-graduation. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the various career paths and job prospects available to graduates who have studied in Germany.

Engineering Excellence: Leveraging Skills in the Industry

One of the most sought-after fields in Germany is engineering. With a strong emphasis on innovation and technology, German universities equip students with cutting-edge knowledge and practical skills. Graduates in engineering disciplines such as mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, and automotive engineering find themselves in high demand across industries like automotive manufacturing, renewable energy, and automation. Companies like BMW, Siemens, and Bosch actively recruit engineering graduates, offering competitive salaries and opportunities for career growth.

Embracing Innovation: IT and Computer Science Careers

In today's digital age, expertise in information technology (IT) and computer science opens doors to a myriad of career opportunities. Germany, home to tech giants like SAP, Deutsche Telekom, and Siemens Healthineers, provides a thriving ecosystem for IT professionals. Graduates with computer science backgrounds specializing in artificial intelligence, cybersecurity, and software development are highly sought after by startups, multinational corporations, and research institutions. The country's strong emphasis on innovation and digitalization ensures a steady demand for skilled IT professionals.

Business Beyond Borders: Management and Finance Roles

For students inclined towards business and management, Germany offers a vibrant landscape of opportunities in finance, marketing, consulting, and entrepreneurship. Graduates with business administration degrees or specialized master's programs in finance, marketing, or international business find lucrative roles in banking, consulting firms, multinational corporations, and startups. Cities like Frankfurt, Munich, and Berlin are hubs for finance and business, providing a conducive environment for networking and career advancement.

Healthcare Horizons: Medical and Life Sciences Careers

Germany's healthcare sector is renowned for its excellence and innovation, making it an attractive destination for students pursuing medical and life sciences degrees. Graduates in medicine, biotechnology, pharmaceuticals, and bioinformatics can explore diverse career paths in hospitals, research institutions, pharmaceutical companies, and healthcare startups. The country's focus on healthcare advancements and biomedical research ensures abundant opportunities for professionals in this sector.

Green Economy Opportunities: Sustainability and Environmental Careers

With growing awareness of environmental issues, Germany has prioritized sustainability and green technologies, creating opportunities for graduates passionate about environmental science, renewable energy, and sustainable development. Roles in environmental consultancy, renewable energy companies, waste management, and climate research organizations are available for graduates with relevant qualifications. Germany's commitment to renewable energy and environmental protection fosters a conducive environment for professionals in the green economy.

Conclusion: Thriving in Germany's Dynamic Job Market

In conclusion, studying in Germany opens doors to a wide array of career opportunities across industries such as engineering, IT, business, healthcare, and sustainability. Graduates equipped with strong academic credentials, practical skills, and international exposure find themselves well-positioned to succeed in Germany's dynamic job market. By leveraging the country's emphasis on innovation, sustainability, and industry-academia collaboration, students can embark on fulfilling career journeys and contribute to Germany's continued economic growth and development.