#doublemint gum

[atomic-chronoscaph]

[jhsharman]

"Double Trouble"

Betty and Veronica staking out to stalk the twin hunk stars of the Bopperpop Gum ads. The look over to find out if Wrigley Doublemint ads ever had male twins in their long-lasting twins hawking gum as campaign garners a negative. For a second I think a mid-80s ad has two male twins fancying the Doublemint twins, but the next shot of the guys shows they aren't twins.

The state of Laverne and Shirley reruns in 1999 -- it was on Nick at Night, so I guess that is the tv viewing habits of the Bobberpop Twins. Interesting, back in 1991 when Betty and Veronica endeavored to follow a celebrity crush, they were inspired by a different tv sitcom.

Again?

[dandyads]

Wrigley’s Doublemint Gum, 2001

[ashyblondwaves]

Applying BenGay to my neck before I slide into bed is such an aphrodisiac.

[nerdieforpedro]

Just like the Picture

Dieter Bravo x gn reader

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Summary: Moving into your new apartment went well. Your new landlord seems pretty chill. You see him a lot though, why is that?

Warnings: Non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation (mentioned but not in detail), edibles, weed use, erotic paintings, food mention

Word Count: 936

Notes: Written for the Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge presented by @burntheedges . I have it in just under the wire. 👀 I wasn’t not sure I’d be able to write something or not, but I’m glad I was. My trope was “landlord Dieter” so here we are. Not beta-ed, I dunno what I wrote so all mistakes are mine.

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Dieter sometimes wonders how exactly he ended up staring at his media setup in his office. His apartment on the top floor is one of the penthouses that allows for more room. He has four different screens, all active and his gaze is switching between them. He’s sitting in just his robe, rolling some special herbs and spices into his usual blunt. His favorite show is about to start.

You.

It was an easy deal to strike with his cousin who needed a few hundred bucks as his car always stays in the impound. Dieter told him not to ask any questions, just install the cameras and show Bravo how to access them. He did, his cousin had his money and Dieter had the set-up complete. The only reason Dieter gave as he knew his cousin may blab to someone about the cameras being installed, was that the apartment you now reside in was a model apartment to show potential tenants. It took Dieter’s cousin off his scent and it took months before Bravo would finally rent that unit out. 

You moved in six months ago, one of Dieter’s last move-ins. He gave you a tour of the building, amenities, and the unit himself. Usually, he leaves the office manager to do the tours, but they always make sure to at least introduce new tenants to Dieter before touring them. He quickly told him that he would handle things from here. A piece of gum was popped into his mouth as he offered you one as well. You giggled and took a stick of Doublemint from him. His palm touched the small of your back as he led through the building. You’re so comfortable with him, you really shouldn’t be but Bravo is grateful. That way, he won’t feel bad about his late-night viewing. 

Dieter Bavo made sure to be there for the day of your move-in, assisting where he could and providing jokes where he could. He bought lunch for you, some burgers, fries, and a lemonade. Eating on your new leather couch, Dieter finds himself to be enamored with you. He’s thankful he didn’t see anyone move in with you and no other names on your lease besides yours. He leaves and bids you a good evening, though he’s glad to be taking the elevator up to his apartment to view more of you. Over the first month after you’ve moved in, Dieter notes that you have a routine after you get home from work:

Watching you move around your apartment, drop your work bag and keys. 

Sit down to read. (That’s your third book this month. Maybe he should read while you’re at work. What book is that?)

Watch TV later. (Changing the camera angle he can see what show you’re watching, the Glenn guy is everywhere. Dieter has stubble too, maybe not as much, but enough to give a good burn.)

Undress and apply your lotions after your shower. (In retrospect, maybe he should have put one in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure if his cousin would be able to find one of those waterproof cameras. Maybe he’ll rub that decadent cream on your legs and back one day too.) 

Pulling out your special bog of toys. (Investing in a quality bag to store your nightly enjoyment in is self-care as far as Dieter is concerned. He may need to check out that brand of lube, he’s heard about it, but hasn’t bought it because he’s familiar with the one he uses.)

In the second month, Dieter now not only masturbates watching you but also thinks about whether you like edibles. You’ve commented that you’re not a fan of smoke, no matter cigarette or weed. He could offer you some edibles to try out though, fruit flavors to start. Bravo makes it a point to ‘run into you’ around the building. At the pool, workout area, and mailboxes. You comment that see him often and maybe you should have lunch again, this time you’ll buy. Dieter insists that you don’t and more burgers are had, in his apartment. It’s an open concept, has a lot of light and you see his easel near one of the windows. 

Dieter’s too busy sipping his lemonade and trying to figure out if he’s going to offer grape edibles or apple flavor. He hears you gasp and ask, “What is this?” He now recalls what’s over there and scratches his exposed belly as he stretches an arm upward.

“What I imagine you to look like when you come. What do you think?” Bravo smiles as he walks over to you. Your eyes are fixed on the incomplete painting. The furrow of your brows, placement of your legs, and the surrounding color match those of your sheets, how would he know all of that?

“It’s fairly detailed. You even got my mole and my scars, those edibles help with that?” You both laugh and you take one apple and one grap from Dieter’s palm, chewing them both. 

“Maybe. No other questions thought, most would have a different reaction to this.” His surprise has you walk over to the couch and lie across it. It’s bizarre for sure, but endearing in a way. Plus the toys are only getting the job done but so well. Bravo moves his way over and stands before the couch above you, his breathing quickening as a bulge forms beneath his pajama bottoms. His large palms land on your thighs as he bends down to eye level with you.

“Wanna see if you can have me make that face for you Dee?”

[kilianromero]

Wrigley's Doublemint Gum (1939)

[deathblacksmoke]

Dramamine—Part 5

Interlude: Nick & Jazz

Pairing: Nick Ruffilo x OFC (Jasmine/Jazz)

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit's Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

!!!PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS!!!

CW: motor vehicle accident, description of major bodily injury, character death, self-harm/violence, deeply painful angst

*Content warnings will be updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.9K

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Author's Note: I'm so sorry please forgive me 🤍

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

2017

He hears her before he sees her—the boisterous sound of her laughter echoing through the record store. It brings a smile to his face, widening further when he looks in her direction to find she’s alone at the small book display, flipping through one and laughing to herself. 

He feels so typical and uninspired when he thinks it, but he’s sure she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. She’s remarkable, but so effortless, too, in sweatpants and sneakers and a long black pea coat, long dark hair splayed messily over her shoulders. He longs to know everything about her, but averts his eyes instead, returning to his browsing.

Their paths converge some time later in the rock section, right around the ‘M’, and he feels like a creep when he can smell her—like dove soap and doublemint gum. There’s a warmth radiating from her that he’s unsure if he’s imagining, but it heats his skin when they reach for the same record and her hand brushes against his own.

She pulls her hand back quickly like she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t. He takes the opportunity to pick the record up and turn to face her. She looks to her feet with a small smile before glancing back up, a blush painting her cheeks a pretty shade of pink.

He wants the record, but he’s never been one to deny a pretty girl.

“You can have it,” Nick tells her, holding the vinyl out. She takes it from him gently, like it’s a trick he’s playing and she has to be extra careful. “If you tell me about your favorite song.”

She rolls her eyes and he's sure he’s in love with her. He has half a mind not to call his mama and tell her all about her future daughter-in-law once he leaves here this afternoon. 

It’s not a trick question. He really wants to know.

“It’s not a trick question,” Nick says. “I really want to know.”

She tilts the record forward to look at the track listing on the back. He worries for a moment that he caught her buying a gift for a friend—she doesn’t give a fuck about Modest Mouse, and she doesn’t want to be bothered by this weird man in the record store when she’s just trying to enjoy her Saturday.

“Okay, don’t judge me,” she starts, and Nick settles immediately, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I know it’s a boring answer, but I really like Dramamine,” she continues, scanning Nick’s face for a response. He nods, prompting her to keep talking. “It’s like finding a photo of an old friend you haven’t spoken to in years, or accepting death, or lying on the floor of your childhood bedroom, or—” she pauses, shaking her head and laughing to herself. “Have you ever noticed how it actually sounds like motion sickness?”

He hadn’t noticed, but as he plays the song to himself in his head—she’s a smart girl.

“That’s my favorite, too,” Nick settles for instead, holding out his hand to her. “I’m Nick.”

She takes his hand readily, smiling softly at him. “Jasmine.”

It suits her.

He lets her buy the record, allowing himself to be delusional and deciding it’ll just become part of their shared collection one day anyway.

He leaves the store with something much better—her phone number. He calls his mom to tell her all about it on his walk home.

2019

“Can you stop unpacking and come relax with me, please?” Nick asks.

She’s been running around the house for hours, trying to get everything in perfect order. Their house.

She floats through their new space so beautifully. He can’t wait to share everything with her—a kitchen, a bathroom, a closet, a bed. He can’t wait to wake up next to her every single morning, even the early ones. No more goodbyes on Sunday evenings.

“Hold on, Nicky, I’m looking for something,” Jasmine responds. Nick props himself on an elbow, laying on his side and admiring her as she digs through boxes. When she finds what she’s looking for, she makes a pleased little sound that cuts straight through him, speeding up his heart rate as he smiles at her. “Here it is. Remember this?”

He told himself he would make it part of their shared collection one day. 

“Yeah, Jazzy, I do,” Nick responds, chest tightening pleasantly at the memory of that cold Saturday afternoon in his favorite record store. “Put it on and come lay with me, honey?”

He curls around her when she joins him in bed, resting his head on her soft tummy. She runs a hand through his hair and he closes his eyes. He feels himself slipping away to sleep as the song plays, her fingers stilling in his hair, no doubt exhausted herself. The hand moves to his cheek and he can feel her warmth radiating through the both of them. He wraps himself around her tighter, getting as close as he physically can.

Traveling, swallowing, dramamine—

He never wants to be anywhere but here, with this girl who makes him feel so safe. He wants to keep her safe forever, too.

2021

He’s getting a little tired of these double shifts—coming in at open and staying until close. He comes home bone-tired, sleeps for a few hours and does it all again. It’s agonizing, made even more so when he remembers that he’s done it to himself.

He feels bad for Jazz more than anything. He knows that she’s been feeling neglected, and he wishes he could tell her why. He always tries to reassure her, but he isn’t so sure it helps. It’s only for a little while longer, though. He’s almost where he needs to be.

He got his shift covered tonight. He feels too guilty to leave Jasmine all alone for dinner for a 5th night in a row, so he has Jesse coming in for him at 6.

I’m off at 6 tonight, Jazzy. What do you want to do for dinner?

It’s close to time for him to leave when he gets the chance to look at his phone again.

Won’t be home for dinner, sorry.

It’s a tone so unlike her that his stomach twists uncomfortably. He doesn’t blame her—Nick shouldn’t have expected her to be home by herself on a Saturday night without knowing ahead of time that he’d be home early.

He should have told her earlier on, but he wanted it to be a nice surprise.

He was looking forward to a night in with her, and with the promise of no Jasmine when he gets home, he almost wants to call Jesse and tell him nevermind. They haven’t had quality time in what feels like ages—he feels so guilty. Their house feels empty without her.

His heart drops into his stomach when he steps through the front door of their home, finding it half empty.

Almost as if Jazz had taken all of her things and left.

He stands paralyzed in the entryway for a long while, pointedly avoiding the handwritten note he sees lying on the coffee table. Somehow, he thinks this would hurt a whole lot less if he didn’t understand why she would do it.

It seems unlike her to leave without warning, but he can’t begin to imagine how she’s been feeling. An unintended consequence of working so much to save up for them is that she’s been left so alone, and he wishes he’d thought of that. He wishes he had listened to her when she asked for him to cut back—that they were doing okay right now—but he put too much faith in how much she can take.

She’s so strong, but she shouldn’t have to be.

His instinct is to call her, but he should hear her out first. He trudges into the living room and picks up the note. The words he finds written in her pretty scrawl make him ache.

Nicky, I know I shouldn’t do it like this, but I know I wouldn’t be able to go through with it face to face. I love you, but I deserve someone who puts me above working themselves sick. When you’re ready for that, you can let me know. Love, Jazz

He looks to their listening setup, their vinyl collection thinned significantly, with one glaring exception. Sitting atop the turntable is the Modest Mouse record, their record, as if she’d played it one last time trying to change her mind and left anyway.

It’s hers. He wanted her to have it. She should have taken it with her when she left.

She shouldn’t have left.

His mind swims when he tries to decide what to do, whether to call her now or give her time. If he calls now and begs for her to come home, she isn’t going to buy it. She’ll think he’s panicking and feeling rejected and he doesn’t mean it.

But he does. He needs her home.

He has his phone in his violently shaking hand, about to press the call button, when another call comes through.

“Mrs. Pierce, hi,” Nick says, voice cracking embarrassingly. “Is Jazz with you?”

“Sweetheart…” Jasmine’s mom starts, the only thing he truly processes before there’s a whooshing in his ears and his entire world shatters.

She tells him that Jazz has been in an accident. She didn’t make it.

It’s worse knowing that she didn’t die instantly. He thinks of his sweet girl, crushed and terrified, and it takes all of his strength to stay upright. He wishes it had been him.

Mrs. Pierce extends her apologies as if she isn’t going through worse, losing her daughter so young. Nick promises to visit her tomorrow and when he hangs up the call, his head pounds and his vision narrows.

He can’t keep himself from doing it when he screams at the top of his lungs, a blood-curdling OH, FUCK no doubt reaching the neighbors’ house—the police will be here any minute if he keeps this up. He smashes his phone, grabbing anything he can reach and smashing that, too. 

This is Jasmine’s house. She is what made it a home, and if she’s wrecked, so should the house be.

His fist meets the brick wall of their living room time and time again until his fingers and knuckles are bloody and mangled.

He doesn’t have the wherewithal to wonder how many stitches he’ll need. He has nowhere to put all of the anger he feels and will continue to feel as long as he has to live with the knowledge that he could have prevented this.

He should have told her that he had his shift covered tonight and would be home early to take her out for a nice dinner. He should have told her that he was working so many doubles to save for the engagement ring he knows she’s been eyeing, the pretty emerald cut garnet ring with the white gold band.

She would have told him to cut back, that she doesn’t need anything fancy. He knows her well enough that he should have known that, but she deserves the best.

She would have been home if he had just fucking told her. She would still be here.

He stares at his hands, sure to scar and decides it’s what he deserves. He’ll never let himself be happy again, because he promised to keep her safe and she can’t be.

[likeadeuce]

Tashi Duncan Does Not Believe in Participation Trophies (WIP Wednesday)

Art stood ten feet away from Tashi, leaning against his ridiculous ragtop Jeep in the otherwise empty parking lot of the Mason, Ohio, Applebee’s, when he said that he wanted to kiss her.

Tashi understood. It was up to her to close this space between them, to reassure him that no other man’s ghost lingered in the gap. And it didn’t. Art had made it clear to her that night: he and Patrick had no friendship left to betray.

She walked to Art, and she kissed him. He kissed back, slow and easy. He tasted like mint, and now she remembered he had put in a quarter and taken two of those swirly hard candies from the dish at the pay station, then unwrapped and crunched them both when she said no thanks. Art was an infamous gum chewer; they used to joke about all the endorsements he’d get from Wrigley. By now, he’d usually have two sticks of Doublemint in his mouth . He’d been thinking about this kiss. Tashi smiled against his mouth. He introduced some tongue, gently. She probably tasted like lite poppyseed salad dressing. Art obviously didn’t mind.

(Maybe Wrigley would be a good endorsement for him. She’d have to ask if he’d tried. Something healthier than Doublemint though, sugar free, and it would help save those pretty teeth.)

And then his hand was up her skirt, palm cradling her ass, fingers finding the inside of her thigh. She was both surprised and not by Art moving so fast. As she ground against him, encouraging the touch, she'd already started framing it as a funny story for Katerina, who had a husband in Romania and lived for tales of what she thought were Tashi’s carefree American-girl exploits. He was asking permission to kiss me and then he was fingering me while the Applebee’s guy dumped the trash out. Yes, of course, I fucked him. She understood for the first time that she was definitely going to.

[70s80sandbeyond]

Vintage 80s Wrigley's Doublemint Gum Commercial (1987)

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

happy wednesday everyone! thanks for tagging me @lingy910y @energievie @creepkinginc @heymrspatel @thepupperino

Name: gigi

Age: 24

Astrological sign: such a virgo i was born on the first day of the season, right on time

Upon which continent do you reside: north america

Tell us how you're feeling right now using 3-5 emojis: 😴☁️🧿

What's your favorite flavor of gum? wrigleys doublemint

What's the last movie you watched? the little hours, it was very funny but not what i was expecting

What was your worst subject in high school? biology and chemistry, i liked the big ideas and theories but could not care less about the minutia

What's the job you stayed at for the shortest period of time? in highschool i worked at this coffee shop opened by this greek couple who were like, we want to pay everyone fairly which was great but then hired about ten more people than they needed so we all got fired about 3 months in

What's your favorite thing to do at an amusement park? im very scared of rides but i used to love the big swinging thing when i was young and fearless. ive actually never been to an amusment park, just my hometowns county fair so i loved the livestock show, art show, and good food

What condiments go on top of the perfect hot dog (meat or plant-based)? the works

Cincinnati chili, thoughts? hmmm dont really know what that is, i dont like chili usually but i do love obscure regional american dishes so ill say neutral thoughts for now

Do you sleep with a plushie? i have a few stuffed animals, a couple bunnies and a teddy bear and i sleep with them when im sad

How do you feel about thunderstorms? i like them from a distance, when they start doing a little too much i get nervous

What's the last animal you touched? i saw my dad's dog when i was out west last week, she called me the devil to my face for not letting her eat garbage from the ground!

Grab the nearest item with words on it that ISNT a book and tell me the final word: sennelier (watercolors)

Have you ever forgotten to do an assignment until the night before its due? no, see question 3

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[messofcontradictions01]

What’s in their bag? -- Magic School Bus (aged up)

Arnold: A backup pair of glasses, a phone charger, a pack of tissues, a copy of the “National Geographic Pocket Guide to Rocks and Minerals”, a bottle of allergy medicine, a moleskin journal, a miniature watercolor of Phoebe sitting beside the lake (painted by Tim), a Tide stain pen, and his lucky jade rock.

Carlos: A book of dad jokes from the library, a soccer jersey that needs to be washed, a series of doodles done by Tim in AP Bio, a half-empty bottle of Gatorade, a months-old note from DA that he saved, a bag of Takis, and a Greendale Community College keychain. 

Dorothy Ann: Approximately a dozen books, a Ravenclaw scarf, her color-coded weekly planner, a set of ballpoint pens, Doublemint gum, a thermos of black coffee, a key to the school’s chemistry lab, the solar system bracelet that Carlos gave her for their anniversary, and her library card.

Keesha: Warm vanilla sugar body spray, one scrunchie for every color of the rainbow, several copies of the Walkerville High Gazette to hand out, an annotated copy of “Hood Feminism”, her favorite ball-point pen, a photo strip that features the gang all trying squeeze into one photo booth at the mall, a flip-up notebook (in case she gets an idea for a newspaper article), a few loose pairs of brightly-colored plastic earrings, and a bag of granola clusters. 

Phoebe: Animal shelter flyers, a bag of treats for her dog, a polaroid taken on her first date with Arnold, homemade vegan protein bars, a “Save The Bees” pin that was a gift from Tim’s grandpa, a pretty leaf she found on a walk, a skein of magenta yarn (to make into a pair of gloves for Keesha), her AP Environmental science textbook, citrus tea bags, and a backup pair of knee-high socks.

Ralphie: A football, a bag of Mallowblasters, a few baseball cards, a beat-up old copy of “The Fellowship of the Ring”, a History essay that was due last week, a stick of Old Spice deodorant, a few loose D20s, a crocheted hackysack (a gift from Phoebe), and a lightsaber keychain. 

Tim: His sketchbook, a set of colored pencils, a half-complete issue of The Adventures of Weatherman, a thrifted Walkman cassette player with “Space Oddity” by David Bowie, a Black Lives Matter patch that he needs to ask Phoebe to stitch to his jean jacket, a Polaroid camera, notes for the next DND session, and a boba tea rewards card. 

Wanda: A pocket knife, a box of skull-patterned band-aids, a roll of grip tape, a mixtape of 2000s pop-punk from Tim, a lighter (just for fun), bright red lipstick, several broken eyeliner pencils, a stabby cat keychain, an old ripped pair of fishnets, a plastic spider to prank Carlos with, and a water bottle full of Monster Energy drink.

[wariomolly]

as a kid those wild ass “how it feels to chew 5 gum” commercials made me think it was literally a drug. i wanted to try it soooo bad ahaha. but we were a big red and doublemint household. when i finally got to try it i was soooo disappointed

[juneibyou]

doublemint doublemint gum

[mackmp3]

If you were going to go to a fancy concert, what would be your outfit?

oughhhh i think black boots, loose pants like from a suit type of fabric maybe with stripes, t shirt of a different band and a big button down over top of that. pants also with big pockets so i can carry stuff without worrying about dropping it. oh and my chewing gum necklace! its a little paper charm that looks like a packet of wrigleys doublemint chewing gum and i dont even like gum but i always get compliments on it hehe. if i was really feeling fancy i would do my eyeliner big and spiky too

[shawsimmer]

heyyy i hope you've been well. first off i want to start off by saying how much i LOOOVEe your nsb family & all the nsb content you post on here it makes me want to start the challenge all over again but with a male founder because i've never played w a male founder before could you recommend some male names for mint gen :) TYYY in advance & also love you and your content <3

aaaa hi! thanks so much :') i chose the name coleus because it's a plant in the mint family, but i also later learned that it's latin for testicles so... 💀

anywaysss, here are some recommendations :)

azure (it's like a cyan/blue color), minze (german for mint), wrigley (like the doublemint gum), celadon (a mint color), cyan, and feel free to use coleus if you want! just know i warned you about its other meaning lmao