#restaurant cleaning NYC

[southfork98]

The Value of Carpet Cleansing: Benefits and also Techniques

""

Paragraph 1: Rug cleaning is a crucial element of maintaining a tidy and healthy and balanced living environment. It not only enhances the look of your home or office yet also makes sure the elimination of dirt, dirt, and also other dangerous fragments that build up gradually. Normal rug cleansing has many advantages, including enhanced interior air high quality, prevention of allergies and respiratory troubles, and also prolonging the lifespan of your carpet.Paragraph 2: There

are several methods of rug cleansing, including vapor cleansing, completely dry cleaning, and also hot water extraction. Steam cleaning makes use of warm water and also cleaning agent to get rid of dust as well as gunk, while dry cleansing entails using a dry cleaning compound that is related to the carpet and also then vacuumed. Warm water removal, on the other hand, utilizes a mix of hot water and also cleansing services to remove dirt and also various other debris from the carpeting fibers.In final thought,

rug cleansing is an essential element of keeping a healthy and balanced as well as tidy atmosphere. Whether you select to hire an expert carpet cleaning company or do it on your own, it is necessary to make certain that your carpetings are clean and properly maintained. By doing so, you can appreciate the benefits of a tidy as well as fresh-smelling house or workplace, boosted interior air top quality, and a much longer life-span for your carpet.

Read more here Janitorial NYC

[webwareio]

Alpha Waste Solution

At Alpha Solutions LLC, we understand the intricacies of New York City's fire department regulations and health standards. Our services are designed to address and rectify any violations, ensuring your commercial kitchen remains safe, efficient, and compliant. Whether you are looking for reliable kitchen hood cleaners or a trustworthy waste management company in New York, our team is equipped to handle your needs promptly and effectively with a focus on safety and compliance. Top-rated commercial kitchen and restaurant cleaning services in New York. Keep your kitchen spotless and running efficiently with our professional team.

[we-re-always-alright]

seven years in a row!!!!!!!!

[yellowbrokenblue]

Millionaire!Harry AU

cw: smut, daddy kink, slight degredation

You’d known his deal was successful when he sent you a text telling you to put your best dress on because he was taking you out that night. Harry had taken you to the best restaurant in the city, after closing a multi-million dollar deal in NYC that afternoon, and now you were both on your way back to your hotel room after dinner.

“The meal was lovely, baby. But we both know this is what I’ve been waiting for all day.” Harry said quietly, one of his hands on your lower back as the elevator took you to the top floor.

As soon as the door of your hotel room closed, Harry made use of his hold on your hand to spin you around, pressing his body against yours.

His lips crashed against yours, putting everything he had into the kiss.

It was desperate, hungry.

He travelled down your neck, not afraid to leave any deep red marks.

He didn’t care- You were his.

“Taste so sweet, baby.”

“Uh huuu-” You threw your head back against the wall as he hit your sweet spot on your neck, “Fuck.”

“Need to fuck you so bad.” Harry groaned, his hand sliding up your back to find the zipper on your dress.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He said, unable to find the zipper, “Fuck it.”

He gripped to sides of the thin fabric, and in one swift moment ripped it clean in half.

“Harry!”

“I don’t give a shit, baby. I’ll buy you a thousand new dresses.”

He was rock solid underneath his pants as he tore the dress off of your body, discarding the ruined fabric on the floor.

“Just gotta be inside you.”

“Please fuck me, Harry.” You plead, pushing your hips against his.

You felt his erection through his pants, and you moaned into his shoulder as you began to grind against him.

“Undo my belt.” He said, “Gotta get these pants off.”

You fumbled with his belt buckle, his cold hands keeping you steady as he held your waist. You unbuttoned his pants and slid then to the ground.

“Rip your shirt off,” You said, “Please.”

He smirked, grabbing hold of his shirt and ripping it clean off, buttons popping off and flying all over the room.

You began to grind against him again, and Harry moaned- there was less fabric between you than previously, but still not the skin on skin that he wanted.

“I want to see your gorgeous tits.” He breathed as he unclipped your bra.

You slid off his boxers and watched, your eyes wide, as his cock sprung free.

“Fuck me.” You said, “Need you so bad.”

“‘M gonna fuck you till you’ve forgotten your own name, baby.” He said, “And the whole of Manhattan is gonna watch.”

Harry led you over to the back wall of the hotel room- the wall that was completely glass.

He slid off your panties, and ran a finger through your folds.

“Fuckin’ dripping.” He grinned devilishly, “The thought of New York watching us fuck really turns you on, hm?”

“Harry-” You begged, “Please.”

“Tell me.” He repeated. “Does the idea of people watching you cum all over my cock make you horny?”

You nod.

“That’s my good girl. Now face the window so I can fuck you.”

Harry took his cock in his hand, inhaling a deep breath to control himself as he stroked himself a couple of times.

“Gonna make you cum all over me, baby.”

“Hurry up and fuck me.” You plead.

He grins.

“Only patient girls get daddy’s cock.”

You were fucking dripping. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were withering at his words. He had you wrapped around his little finger and you couldn’t care less. You could let him degrade you for the rest of your life and you’d thank him.

“My little slut is gonna scream my name all night, and New York is gonna listen.”

Harry inserts his cock into you without any warning, and you cry out.

“Holy shit.” You cry, “Oh my god.”

He thrusts as quick as he possibly can, fucking you hard and deep against the window, the glass steaming up with your hot, quick breaths.

“So fucking tight. Fucking love the feeling of my dick in you.”

“Oh my god Harry, keep going please.”

“You’re so fucking hot want my dick in you forever.”

Harry thrusts at a pace you’ve never felt him go at before. He was desperate, his body pushing you against the glass as your walls clenched around him.

“Harry-”

“Cum. Cum for daddy.”

“Oh my god Harry- Oh my- FUCK.”

You cum hard. Your orgasm washes over you to the point you almost black out. If it wasn’t for his hands gripping your waist you would have collapse. Harry continues to thrust inside you until his own came. He filled you up with his cum, his moans filling the room.

[juniperskye]

Bangin’

Summary: I’m back with more hair stylist reader!!!  Eddie finally graduated from Hawkins High and moved to New York City. There was definitely a culture shock, but he was finding it easier to fit in there than back in Hawkins. The one thing he was having trouble with however, was his hair management. His neighbor in the trailer park, Ms. Sweeny, used to cut his hair for him, but now living in a new city…he needed to find a good salon. The events of season 4 did not happen.

Eddie Munson x Hair Stylist (Fem)Reader (she’s kind of sunshiny emo lol also she’s described to have colored hair, tattoos, and piercings)

Fluff

Word count: 977

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, no use of y/n, half assed salon info, let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

Eddie let out a huff of air in attempt to blow his bangs out of his eyes. His hair had been pulled back into a low messy bun, to keep it out of his face while he moved stage equipment for tonight’s show.

He had moved to New York six months ago after finally graduating from Hawkins High. The big move hadn’t come as a surprise to his friends back home, they all knew that Eddie was destined for greatness. The day he left, he made a promise to Garreth, Jeff and Grant, letting them know that the band wasn’t dead, and he’d be waiting for them to join him in the city when they graduated. That same day, Wayne handed Eddie an envelope, letting him know he had been saving it to ensure Eddie could get by until he had a steady job.

Wayne had pulled Eddie into a tight embrace and they both sniffed, ensuring to keep themselves composed. Refusing to shed any tears. They had separated, shared a curt nod and then Eddie got in his van and drove off.

New York had been everything he had dreamed of, the hustle and bustle of the city was far more his speed than that of suburban Hawkins. He had gotten a job at this bar; it was a few blocks away from his apartment and they had needed someone to bartend and help out with the bands that played there. Eddie had jumped at the opportunity, and he had mentioned his band upon his employment.

The owner of the bar had told Eddie to get him a demo tape and that he would decide if they would play there. He’d been overjoyed when the manager expressed interest after hearing the tape, telling Eddie that as soon as his friends got to NYC they’d have a place to play.

But that was still a few months off. Until then, Eddie would have to make himself useful at the bar. Which is how he currently found himself setting up amps on the stage for tonight’s show. The bar was pretty warm, heating had kicked on to combat the chill from outside. Which is exactly why Eddie had pulled his hair into a lazy bun, only now it wasn’t the heat that was getting to him, but his unruly curls that framed his face.

“Hey man, once the stage is set, you’re good to go for the night. I appreciate you coming in on your day off to help.” Carol, the bar manager, informed Eddie.

“Thanks Carol!” Eddie said, blowing his bangs out of his face once more.

“Cutting Edge.” Carol said.

“What?” Eddie questioned.

“Cutting Edge, it’s a salon over on Bleecker. The hairstylist there can fix up those bangs.” Carol informed as she walked to the back office.

“Hey, thanks!” Eddie called after her.

Once the stage was all set up, Eddie grabbed his stuff and made his way over to Bleecker. He walked past an assortment of restaurants, shops, barbers, until he found your salon. Tucked between Joe’s pizza and The Paw Spa was a tiny salon, on the front window painted in clean white letters were the words “Cutting Edge” with a pair of scissors painted below.

As Eddie entered, a small bell rang out from above the door. He looked over to see two hair cutting stations and two shampoo stations, there was a narrow hallway that seemingly led back to additional space. The salon was designed using mostly black and white accents, checkered floors, bright walls, polaroids lined the wall behind the front desk. In the pictures, Eddie took note of the incredible haircuts and colors that the patrons in the images wore.

“I’ll be right with you hon.” Your warm voice called out over the buzzing of the clippers.

“No rush, thank you.” Eddie replied.

He watched as you faded the sides of this guy’s haircut. The top had been longer, curly and blue, but you had brought the sides in with a perfectly blended fade. As you turned the chair Eddie noticed the design you had lined in his hair. He was in awe of how meticulous you had been in your work.

That is when his gaze shifted to you. You took his breath away, with your black and pink hair, your septum piercing and the tattoos that littered your exposed arms.

“Alright Theo, your total today is, $15. Thank you so much for coming in!” You greeted.

“Thank you! The cut is great, and the color has been holding up well. I’ll call you to schedule a root touch up soon.” Theo suggested before making his leave.

“How can I help you?” You greeted Eddie, finally noticing how handsome he is.

“I uh, I just need a trim. My hair is in my eyes all the time and it’s driving me insane.” Eddie explained,

“Absolutely! Come on back and have a seat.” You gestured to your station.

Eddie sat and you asked him a few questions to gauge how short he wanted his hair. You had inquired about the last time he had a trim and what his current haircare routine was. Once you’d started cutting his hair, he’d been able to ask you a few questions. He’d asked about your taste in music, how long you had been in New York, and how you got into hair.

By then you were done with his hair, and he couldn’t help but feel saddened by the fact that it was over. He wanted to keep talking to you, it had been so easy, he didn’t want it to end.

“Are you done for the evening?” Eddie inquired.

“I am, I just have to close up.” You explained.

“Would you want to come see this band at the bar I work at?” Eddie offered.

“I would love to.” You smiled.

[ciaomarie]

Part 2: What Then?

I promise I have a life, but I couldn't help writing part 2 today! This takes place the same day as the "Development Day" when Syd and Carmy are thrown off by each other's answers during an ice breaker activity. Post-season 2. Feel-good fluff.

Photo Credit @drrav3nb /  drrav3nb.tumblr.com

"So those are the menu changes for Chicago Restaurant Week. If you have questions, feel free to ask me or Chef Sydney. You should also have an email from Natalie by later today. Okay, let's prep for night service!"

Carmy closed the meeting, grateful that it was finally over. He was no longer afraid of public speaking after rising in the ranks of various kitchens, but his mind was not in this ever since the ice breaker. He, Carmen Berzatto, had made Sydney's favorite meal ever? The last time he prepared the pork confit and the Milk and Honey dishes she mentioned was several years ago. Back then he was at Eleven Madison Park, a rising star on the culinary scene, who chain-smoked, slept 3 hours a night, and was berated by the EC daily. It was a nightmare peppered with flashes of genius. He was dying to ask her about it, but before he could get her attention Sydney had slipped into the kitchen.

He stared disappointed at the window that separated the dining area and kitchen.

"Hey Bear, what's up with you?" Richie said sidling up to him trying to follow his gaze.

"Nothing cousin."

"Yeah, right. I missed when it happened, but it seems like you crashed and had to reboot during the meeting. Then you were lost in Sydney-land. Want to talk about it?"

Carmy rubbed his eyes and raked his hands through his hair. When he used both hands, Richie knew without a doubt he had hit on something.

"First, cool it about Syd. That handout you gave us was really cute. And yes, there's something on my mind, but it's not for me to say."

Richie grinned and rubbed Carmy's shoulder.

"Fine, just get your head together because tonight is going to be loaded and it includes three anniversaries and a birthday. And second, you need to cool it about her or do something. It's like I'm living in The Wonder Years with Kevin and Winnie."

"What?"

"Oh, right. That's probably before your time. Kids!"

With that Richie sauntered over to the host stands to strategize with the wait staff and hosts.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sydney who had a thousand things to do, was adding at least a hundred more onto her plate. She didn't want to appear like she had a moment to spare. She and Carmy could talk at the end of the night as usual, without any eavesdropping. This would also give her time to think of an explanation as to why she never mentioned eating at Eleven Madison Park and that she wasn't a stalker who followed him to The Beef. To top off this awkward sundae, Carmy casually admitted his favorite part of the day was closing, the only time they are alone every day. She hoped no one else had connected the dots on that last part.

The afternoon and the night never went quicker to her chagrin. Even when one of the line cooks was sent home due to illness and a large group put in an order for 7 Fishes two minutes before tickets closed, she thought the night couldn't last long enough. Fortunately, Carmy seemed resigned to waiting and didn't look at her more than usual. In a flash service was over and no one was in the mood to hang around. By 11:00pm Sydney had cleaned her station for the third time and forced herself to go to Carm's office. He sat there pretending to do busy work, patiently waiting like a child who consoled himself that his parents wouldn't make him wait too long to open his Christmas presents.

"Hey Syd...it was a good night," he said softly not wanting to scare her away.

Sydney nodded and took a seat. Might as well get it over with it.

"Okay, yes. You made the best meal I've ever had. During a break at the CIA, I went to NYC and ate everywhere on my list, including Eleven Madison Park. It was a Wednesday night and I ordered several things including pork confit and Milk and Honey."

Sydney couldn't help closing her eyes and smiling at the memory. Her guard began to slip.

"Carm, it was like tasting my future and the best part of my past at the same time. I asked the waiter who made those dishes and he said Carmen Berzatto."

Carmen leaned forward on the desk. Whenever Sydney praised him, he felt like a cactus in an unexpected downpour. He wouldn't waste a single word. Her sunny existence and her belief in him sustained him during his dry seasons. He reached for her whenever he looked at the debt they still owed Uncle Cicero, when his mother finally visited The Bear and cried saying that he had erased Mikey, and even when their success seemed too good to be true. 

Sydney opened her eyes to find him looking at her in the way he had. It was terrifying because she had a very specific plan for her career. It also thrilled her, knowing the power she had over him. Five months ago, she had been begging for his focus and now she knew every her mood, glance, and word she spoke impacted him. Once for the fun of it during a slow night she stared at him until she drew his attention and smiled. He blushed, smiled back, came towards her without saying "corner", and crashed into one of the servers, sending three Michael cannoli to the floor. That was three months ago when she first realized something was going on with him. She'd refused to abuse her power since, going so far as to convince herself that she was overestimating his feelings. Then he said the best part of his day was closing. She hoped, well sort of hoped, that they could maintain this close, but not too close partnership and friendship without complications.

After a long pause Carmen sighed and sat back in his chair.

"So, how did you find me?"

"Well, like I said when we met, it was the job posting. I recognized your name and also The Beef from my dad taking me here."

She shrugged thoughtfully.

"It felt like it was meant to be. It gave me hope for the first time since Sheridan went under."

He nodded.

"It's really strange. You came here because I inspired you and the only reason, I felt capable of attempting something this big was because of you" he said gesturing to the ceiling.

"Yeah?" Sydney whispered.

"Yeah."

He stood up and walked around to sit on the desk facing her. Now, Sydney felt vulnerable looking up at him. It was so easy for him to unnerve her when he spoke this way, like under the table.

Carmy took one her hands and after a moment brought it to his lips.

"Thank you for telling me, Syd. It means a lot."

Sydney was unable to speak. Her throat had closed.

"Soon, is your one year work anniversary and I think we should celebrate."

She nodded.

Carmy set her hand down.

"It's late. I'll drive you home."

With that they left the office, gathered their stuff, and walked to his car in silence.

As they drove, Sydney attempted to talk herself down. Was that hand kiss, an Italian thing? Possibly. It also seemed like Carmy decided to do...something, but what? Worse, she was feeling like they had traded positions in mere seconds. She'd enjoyed having the upper hand. Oh, well. With a goodnight's rest she'd be back in form tomorrow. Maybe "accidentally" brush past him, or ask him to lift something heavy for her and comment on his strength. Then it would be game over for poor Carmy bear. For now, she wouldn't worry about the work anniversary. It was probably just going to be a cake Carm commissioned Marcus to bake.

Probably.    

[aphroditeinthesea]

DATING TRAVIS HCS PLEASEEEEEEEE

(also, your 'he says im pretty in his clothes' one was so good!! <33 my manz deserves more appreciation frfr)

“ no matter what u do, i’m gonna steal ur heart ”

aka dating travis stoll

i accidentally did this as fem!reader but i just realized u didn’t specify sorry!!

this also might seem short but i cut out part of it bc it seemed random

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

- if travis had a crush, i just know he would try to impress her with something so dumb

- he would do like an overly extravagant prank

- and be like “this has to work”

- and she would barely notice

- and he would just be stuck with cleaning duty

- here’s the thing though

- she would totally like him back

- but he has like no idea

- live laugh love travis stoll but he’s so dumb

- so she would like try to get a note to him during the campfire

- one of those “will u go out with me yes or no”

- and it’s getting passed

- once he gets it, he’s like flabbergasted

- so he circles yes and makes it into a paper airplane

- throws it

- it lands in the fire

- and they just stare at each other like 👁️👁️

- so just before curfew, he runs up to her like “yes omg alfhjdjsfjh”

- (in actual words, he’s like “yeah, that’d be cool”)

- omg he would plan that first date like it was a warplan

- she would figure that they would do something in camp bc yk the rules

- do you really think he even realizes there’s rules?

- suddenly they’re sneaking into an expensive restaurant in nyc

- causing a ruckus

- and then running out

- nothing says romance like dining and dashing ❤️

- back to not breaking the law

- gifts!!!

- he would so steal so many cute things for his gf

- and she’s like “this must’ve been so expensive??”

- and he’s like “yeah it must’ve”

- a diamond ring and she’s all “travis wtf”

- and he’s like “it’s a family heirloom (not mine though)”

- he also seems like he would always have to have a hand on her at all times

- either arm around her shoulders or waist

- or ass

- anyways he’s like the kinda guy to be absolutely obsessed with his gf

- like finding any reason to bring her up

- i just feel like he would always try to include his gf in pranks yk

- like connor would be like “we should do xyz”

- and then travis is like “actually y/n could help bc yada yada”

- she actually has just a few more brain cells than them so they don’t get in trouble when she helps

- well not as much trouble as they usually are

- im gonna cut myself off here bc i could go on forever

[kick-a-long]

What’s most notable in this case is that the next few days after the place was covered in paint people all came in and ordered more from it. Some customers left flowers and helped clean. It’s an antisemitic hate crime, but the neighborhood and community showed up to help.

It only takes a few people to attack, many more people responded in support the restaurant.

[iwoulddieforher]

Hello, good morning, because the truth is that I wanted to tell you that I like your content and it makes me happy to read it.:) Well, the truth is that today I woke up in the morning thinking about calex and I wondered...

Which of the 2 is more overprotective of the relationship?o How do they take care of each other? Which of the 2 shows more affection? What are your dates or anniversary like?Is there some part of Alex's body that Casey likes (and vice versa) and a certain insecurity that Alex has but that Casey finds cute (and vice versa)? Thank you for reading this comment and forgive me if it is not well written :( is that I don't know English and use a translator.

Sorry.

No worries love!! I speak other languages too and I travel a lot so I get the struggle of being worried about trying to talk to people because of language barriers. Thanks you so much for the kind words and for reaching out :))

I think they're equally protective but in different ways- it would totally depend on the scenario. Alex would totally interject in situations if someone was getting on Casey's nerves, like just walk up and start making snide comments, while if Alex was in the versa situation Casey would glare at whoever was bothering her in a scary dog type thing ahaha. Alex definitely has scary dog privilege when she's walking around with Casey, but I think the power dynamics are super fluid between 'em, so neither is directly the more overprotective one. Alex is more possessive over Casey, though.

Alex cannot cook for the life of her so I think Casey's way of taking care of her would be the more domestic activities- Casey cooks, cleans, that sort of thing. Alex is much more of a base support for Casey's overambitious tendencies, though, she's always there to make sure her girl isn't overexerting herself. While Casey's making sure Alex is getting warm meals Alex is making sure she's sleeping enough and isn't prioritizing her work over her physical/mental help, and Alex knows just what to do to calm down Casey is she's agitated or overwhelmed.

On that note, actually, while both of them throw themselves entirely into their line of work, when Casey's overwhelmed by a case she feels the need to do even more (as seen in Softball to the Ribs, where she needs exercise as an outlet). She's kind of a being who is permanently in movement, while Alex gets still and quiet and kind of withdraws- like in 3x18 where she's just sitting looking vaguely broken while waiting for the rest of the squad to figure out what's happening. Alex is good at getting Casey to still, to stop overexerting herself so much, while Casey is good at reminding Alex to still have hope and not get buried in the politics and overcomplications of law, to stop her from getting overwhelmed by the depression and desire to just stop and encouraging her to keep moving, to not feel so lost. They balance eachother out really nicely in that way, that's one of the main reasons why I love them as a ship so much.

I think dates are often food-based because God knows they don't have that much time to make sure they're eating with a job (and detectives) like theirs, so restaurants and such is the usual thing. I really prefer the imagination of their informal dates, though, like Alex bringing Casey takeout and they just sit in one of their offices talking and eating and chuckling with eachother. I think Casey might at times get nervous about the typical relationship things like trying to dress up or trying to be fancy, so them just being soft behind closed doors is really cute to me.

Anniversaries or other such events I think they'd travel. Casey's not originally from NYC so they go to where her family is for holidays like Christmas, but for anniversary days they get on a plane somewhere- often without much planning, even though Alex really likes planning, because the spontaneous activity is good for her to not make it overtly formal. They pick a destination a few days before and the arrangements, and then they go wander around and do whatever comes to them in the moment.

I think Casey really likes Alex's eyes and her legs- she really, really likes Alex's legs, and Alex likes Casey's nose (I make it a point she kisses it at some point in most of my fics) and the points at which she had more muscle definition, like her shoulderblades and her abs. They have a lot of little details they like about each other too, like Casey loving the ridges of Alex's ribs and Alex loving the emphasized teardrop shape above Casey's lips (and how it looks like a heart). Alex also adores Casey's lip biting but she's always mildly concerned Casey's going to chew through her skin one day.

I think Alex is self-conscious about her rigidity and Casey helps soothe that (..I wrote 16k words about that already) and I think Casey is often conscious about not fulfilling the ideal Catholic lifestyle, which Alex reassures her over. I think a lot of their insecurities would be more expectations or mannerisms or habits rather than physical qualities because they're both insanely intelligent and attractive women and I'm sure unless there's something bigger causing them stress they're both aware of that.

[thrivingisthegoal]

Today I got to volunteer at Billion Oyster Project, a nonprofit that takes oyster, scallop, and other shells from restaurants in New York City and uses them to make substrates to grow oyster reefs!

These oyster reefs not only are restoring the water in the area to what it was like pre-colonialism (there were oyster reefs all around NYC, and it was known that the oysters were sometimes able to grow as big as dinner plates) but it also cleans the water, provides habitat, AND protects the city from deadly storm surges like it experienced with Superstorm Sandy.

You can see the shell piles and some reef balls they make to seed the oysters on. It's a nature based solution that benefits the city enormously (especially the restaurants that don't have to pay for by-the-pound shell water removal, they can just donate them!) that has been in action for YEARS. Solutions to the climate crisis are all around us, in our history, our stories, and our food. We just gotta implement them!

(also there were killer native gardens all around the shell piles)

[artralichoard]

Pockets of Time au

Ok so this au is inspired by the idea/theory thats like "once time travel has been invented, it has always existed." Its kinda parodoxy but I love it because that means fun things with Mikey! This au is also in thanks to my coworkers old roomate lol. i was just working on a different silly turtle au when my coworker was just like "did i ever tell you about my time traveler roomate?" and immidiately i knew I had to hear this, and goddammit was it so fucking cool and all I could think about is time traveler Mikey.

So the basic premis is that because Mikey's future self "created"/"invented"/did time travel, Mikey has always been a time traveler. And because of this has always experienced these strange "pockets of time" as he calls them.

These pockets of time are little moments that Mikey experiences through out his life. moments from the past, futures to come and futures to never come.

the first one he experienced was when Mikey was younger, around 9/10, him and leo were skating around the tunnels of the sewer, when they come across an abandoned subway station. they explore a little, when all of a sudden, Mikey walks into a section, and is met with a room filled with lights, and paintings. its got their projector and splinters chair. Mikey is confused how this all got here, wondering if its a prank leo is pulling. then leo calls for him, pulling Mikey's attention from the room, and when he turns back the room turned to the expected dark and dusty room. Mikey doesn't think much of it, until they are settled into their knew lair after Shredder and Mikey realizes he saw this.

the next instance is later, he is 13 and he's at a convention with his bros. he's looking at some JJ merch, and when he looks up to show off something to donnie, he finds the whole convention center empty. its completely abandoned. when he moves to a window, he finds the whole of NYC under some kind of martial law. theres a wall around the city, and what looks to be androids patrolling the street, and they have the foot symbol on them. He's pulled from the dystopian world by someone complimenting his turtle alien costume. the person is the only one in the building, Mikey doesn't even know how he got there. Mikey looks down at himself, telling the guy thanks with some half-assed lie on making it, and when he looks up the building is back to normal. The guy is still there, but so is everyone else. the place packed again, and his bros back at the table he left them. the guy walks away after and all Mikey can think is how something felt seriously off with that guy. he definitely was not yokai or anything, he seemed human but....

another instance is when he is 15 (pre-movie) and Mikey goes to follow his bros into Run of the Mill, but instead of seeing the familiar restaurant behind the portal, the laundromat that the restaraunt portal is attached to. but everything look new and clean, theres a few human there doing their laundry, and they were dressed weirdly, like from splinters older movies he's shown them. They don't pay any mind to Mikey so he politely excuses himself, going back into the alley way. When he tries again, he's met with tables, and servers and his bros calling him, asking what held him up out there. he didn't know how to answer that so he brushed it off with getting distracted by a possible mural spot.

It's not untill Jr comes back, and they learn HOW he got there that Mikey starts to think that these moments may have been more than just his imagination goiong into overdrive.

My coworker also mentioned how his roomate would be approached by others who could see into the future. So im just imagining Mikey, going to the HC for the first time and just attracting all these mystic users that work with time/fortunes/preminitions. and them just telling him things/asking him questions, and Mikey forgetting it ever happened, until their conversation comes to pass

Like someone from witch town approaches Mikey randomly and just hold his hands and says "the shaking will stop" and then walks away. and its not till after the Kraang and Mikey is looking down and his trembling hands that he finally remembers that interaction. And its the only thing that gives him hope that he'll be able to cook and do art again.

I have so much more on this au but this post is already so long. I have a 1 shot written and ideas on who the mysterious not-human Mikey sees in the convention is. So I'll probalby post more on this later.

[pmak2002]

“Hey babe was your food spicy?”

Your head snaps up from looking at your phone. You and Timothee had been to your favorite local NYC restaurant for your weekly date night. Then you guys had returned home to watch a movie and cuddle.

You noticed Timothee was standing in the doorway of the living room holding his stomach like it hurt. It looked a little distended too. Something was wrong.

“My food was fine? Why? You didn’t accidentally get something spicy did you?” You ask worriedly.

Timothee getting bad diarrhea from spicy food was not in your nightly plan.

He nodded and squirmed.

“Oh sweetie. What do you need?” You ask quickly getting up.

He groaned and leaned forward as a cramp ripped through him causing horrible pain and the nastiest farts you’d ever smelled in your life.

“Ok come on bathroom now.” You grab his free hand and help him to the bathroom.

You help him with his pant buttons and and as soon as he sits down he’s having horrible pain and watery diarrhea into the toilet. You turn on the bathroom fan.

"It hurts!" he whined.

“Shh I know lovey.”

You go over and place a hand on his stomach and start massaging it as he proceeds to have violent diarrhea.

Timothee grunts and pushes out rounds of slop. Clearly unwell and in a good amount of pain.

“Why didn’t you send the food back or tell me it was too spicy sweet boy?” You ask worriedly

“I didn’t want to ruin our night and…”

He’s cut off by a grunt and pushes out more watery shit into the toilet bowl.

He shudders and you grab a washcloth to wet it and wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead.

“Nughh it burns. It burns”

“Shh I know. You’ll be alright just get it out.”

You keep a hand on his back rubbing circles.

“How much did you eat?” You ask concerned.

“I ate most of it. Ohh it hurts.”

“Oh Timmy baby you shouldn’t have. Now your tummy is a mess. Poor baby.”

You continue to massage his back as he uses the bathroom.

Finally it stops and the only thing he’s dealing with is gas and pain. He’s burping and complains that it hurts and is making him nauseous.

You grab some Imodium and help him take it then help him clean up, flush away the mess and help him to the couch.

“ma chérie, je pense que c'était le pire mal de ventre que je t'ai jamais vu depuis 3 ans que nous sommes ensemble.” You say worriedly in your not so great French.

Timothee nods

“la pire crise de diarrhée douloureuse de tous les temps.” He replies in his nearly perfect French compared to your broken French.

“I’m sorry baby.”

You kiss his head. “Do you want the heating pad for your tummy?” You ask.

Normally you would never talk about stomach issues that way. But when Timothee was dealing with stomach issues saying a more grown up term went out the window.

You set up the heating pad for him. He takes it and puts it on the area where it hurts the most. He sighs with relief.

“Better?” You ask

He nods and smiles weakly.

You sit next to him and ruffle his curls. He sighs as you massage his scalp.

Despite the heating pad Timothee is still in pain and dealing with bad gas which makes him uncomfortable and squirmy.

Eventually though the heating pad helps him feel more comfortable and he soon falls asleep. Not for long though soon he’s up and back in the bathroom expelling the food that was making him so sick.

You sighed as you leaned against the closed bathroom door listening to Timothee groan and curse under his breath.

It was going to be a long night.

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

September 2023 - part 1

September 2 - Travis liked a Louboutin IG post about Taylor's legs ; ) (x)

September 5 - Taylor leaves Electric Lady Studios, NYC

September 6 - New Heights Ep 52 (x) with guest Kylie Kelce on life as an NFL spouse, Jason's Tinder Bio and Setting Up Travis. Personally a favourite episode of mine!

(9:30) When discussing the definition of a "diva" Jason says a diva is" just a famous singer", Kylie looks to Jason with a knowing smile... do they know about Travis' interaction with Taylor?

(20:00) Advice Kylie gives on Travis dating and what he should put on a Tinder profile... "I think you are doing great on your own Trav..."

(25:40) Talking about a tinder profile would Kylie recommend Travis go "Stache or no stache? " Kylie jokingly replies "if they swipe right at your worst, then they'll love you at your best"

(28:00) Jason begins telling Travis how he felt first meeting Kylie after a drunken first date...

Jason tells "it was love at first sight, let me tell you" Kylie replies " he doesn't even believe in love at first sight" Jason responds " I didn't until I met you... it was like fireworks. It was like fireworks exploded the moment she walked through the door..." "I want to feel those fireworks" Travis replies wistfully "It was like you when a movie has like an angel walk through doors and there is only one light on that person" Jason continues "that's what happened, I've always wanted that to happen" says Travis

September 7 - Travis is benched for the Chiefs vs Lions game due to a knee injury (x). Chiefs are defeated 20 - 21. Arrowhead Stadium, Kansas City.

September 8 - Taylor is seen at Electric Lady Studios, NYC for a suspected album release party (x)

September 11 - Taylor has dinner with Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, Zöe Kravitz, Channing Tatum, Gigi Hadid and Cara Delevingne at Emilio’s Ballato Italian restaurant in NYC (x)

September 12 - Taylor attends the 2023 MTV VMA's wearing a very reputation-esque custom Versace look and the VMA's afterparty in a demin look with a red lip (x x)

Our girl cleaned up at the VMA's

ET publishes an article (x)

A source tells ET that the Kansas City Chiefs tight end and the "Anti-Hero" singer are not officially dating.

A source tells ET, "Travis has been into Taylor for a while and definitely has a crush on her. He is a simple guy that is very funny, charismatic, chill, and loves playing football."

'Kelce', Jason Kelce's Prime Video documentary is released

Rumours circulating (x x) according to The Messenger

"Taylor and Travis have been quietly hanging out," the source said. "She saw him when she was in NYC a few weeks ago."

(*3 weeks ago is August 22)

September 14 - In an interview on TNF Nightcap (x), Jason Kelce mentions that he saw the rumours about Travis and Taylor but couldn’t comment on their relationship status, saying

"I've seen these rumours. I cannot comment... I don't really know what's going on there, so yeah, I know Trav is having fun. We'll see what happens with whoever he ends up with."

September 16 - ESPN's SportsCenter reporter Adam Schefter & Kevin Negandhi playfully reference Swift's song titles as they allude to Travis & Taylor dating rumours.

"Clearly, Travis Kelce, at this point in time, is trying to Shake It Off and get back out there. He knows how much he's needed and that he's The Man."

"It was a little bit of a Cruel Summer for Travis Kelce with that knee injury but he can see the Daylight, Kevin, he looks like he's Ready For It. And Travis [Kelce] is now tracking to play on Sunday against the Jacksonville Jaguars, despite the fact that he was just limited today."

September 17 - Chiefs v Jaguars, Everbank Stadium, Jacksonville, FL. Chiefs defeat Jaguars 17 - 9

Travis returns to play after his knee injury in the Chiefs vs Jaguars game. During the game, sports commentator Ian Eagle makes multiple Taylor Swift song references (x)

"Kelce finds a blank space for the score!"

Taylor goes out for dinner at Zero Bond with Blake Lively in NYC (x)

Go to previous update -> August 2023, part 1

Go to next update -> September 2023, part 2

Return to the timeline

[lunawriteskstuff]

Wish Upon a Star- 02 Chance Ball!

Your alarm blares, the loud bass of GRL GVNG causing you to flinch awake out of your slumber. Shutting it up, you start replying to the birthday messages and tweets from your close friends. You miss Jimin and Minjeong a lot, having met them one of the times you went to see Wendy at SM. You guys hit it off immediately, your personalities meshing well with each other. However with their promotion for Whiplash going on, they weren't able to come visit for your birthday this year. Grateful that at least you'll be able to spend it with Wendy and Irene. It's rare that you get to see them nowadays with how packed their schedules have been.

After jumping out of a quick, refreshing shower and drying your hair you start figuring out your outfit for the day. Deciding to go with a soft pink sweater, a pink plaid skirt, and light makeup. Your phone dings across the room. You check your reflection one last time and make your way over to your phone.

Excitement bubbles up inside of you, somehow even more giddy to see the girls again. You decide to eat a quick breakfast and scroll through your phone until they show up. A knock breaks your attention away from doom scrolling. Rushing over to the door and throwing it up you're greeted by bright smiles. Wendy and Irene wrap you into a crushing hug, pouring all their love into it. Irene fixes your hair like the mother she is and asks if you're all ready to go. You grab your purse and lock the door and you're on your way towards the American Dream Mall.

The ride is a lot of catching up, joking around, and blasting their Kpop playlist through the speakers. The first you things you notice is that the mall is the ferris wheel and that the mall itself is massive. Eventually Irene finds an open parking space in the otherwise full lot and you all jump out the car, running your way into the mall.

It completely shocks you just how all-encompassing the mall actually is. Everything you could ever imagine is all ready for you to explore. There's a waterpark, an ice skating rink, Korean food marts, a kpop store (which you spend way to much money in), and a tasty Korean hotdog shop. When you're fully loaded up on new albums, candy and new clothes you all load back up into the car and make your way over the bridge to NYC.

You arrive at the restaurant for the dinner reservation Irene and Wendy set up. An absolutely gorgeous and elegant place that would be extremely out of your price range if it wasn't for the two girls who love to spoil you whatever chance they get. The food is delicious and perfect in every sense of the word. Joy fills your brain. Happy to the point that your cheeks hurt from all the smiling and laughing you've done. Once all the your plates are damn near licked clean and glasses are dry, you all decide to walk around the Manhattan pier.

The scenery is gorgeous, the sun setting beautifully over the city skyline. Skyscrapers and bridges framing the dwindling daylight delicately. Wind blows through your hair and pierces through the warmth of your sweater. You lean up against the railing and watch the water. It's peaceful and quiet apart from the the bustling of the city goers. Wendy and Irene join you on your left and right respectively, enjoying each others presence and body heat as the fall night cold creeps ever slowly upon you. However, something catches your ear. A specific recent release that has been playing in your mind for the last week. The chorus to IYKYK plays loudly through someone's phone to the right of you. Your head whips in the direction of the music, excited to potentially meet another ALPHAZ in person. What you don't expect to see is the very familiar dancing egg and vibrant hair colors of the girls around her.

Your jaw is on the floor and you gasp in shock. Irene catches notice and looks to see what you're so fixated on. As a victim of your various rants about how obsessed with them, she recognizes them immediately as XG. She turns back to you with a similar level of surprise attached to her face and encourages you to go say hi. It takes everything in you (and Irene all but pushing you over to them) to take the first step in their direction.

With a quiet, shy voice you finally get out a soft, "hi..! i'm a huge fan of you guys." All the girls turn in your direction and smile brightly at you. Maya steps forward, taking the lead in the conversation for XG. You explain how much their music means to you, and how much you've loved IYKYK. You tell them you know every word by heart and that the dance is burned into your muscle memory, causing a mini dance practice with Jurin. Everyone giggling as you dance timidly with the main dancer.

"Thank you so much for supporting us!" she says when the dance practice ends, causing a blush to rise up your cheeks.

"Of course! I'm an ALPHAZ for life."

Wendy creeps up, causing the XG girls to recognize the pair behind you, "She even has a photocard in her phone case," she teases. You turn around and lightly smack her shoulder. Wendy chuckles at your antics and takes your phone to show the Hinata card you keep on you at all times. The girls ooh and aah at the revelation but the only sound you can process is Hinata's hearty laugh. You'd do anything to hear more of it. With all the attention on you, your head drops shyly. The XG girls take their time to fangirl about seeing and meeting Wenrene. However, one girl in particular can only focus on you. Can only focus on how red dusts your cheeks from the combination of the cold wind and teasing. Even though she's usually quite introverted with her being an ISFP, she takes a couple steps over to you until she's right in front of you, which makes you look up.

Uncharacteristically confident, she pulls out her phone and says, "If you like my photocard that much, how about we take a photo together?" Your eyes widen in shock and your cheeks could cause 3rd degree burns at the touch. You nod shyly in response, causing her to beam at you. She angles her phone up and wraps her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer into her. Butterflies explode in your stomach. Your brain short circuits and you smile widely for the photo. You wish this moment could never end. Having such closeness with someone you've been so fond of since the beginning feels borderline heavenly.

After the moment is captured not only in photograph form, but forever embedded in your mind, she closes the camera app. Then, Hinata surprises you a second time, asking you for your number. You figured she was just going to AirDrop you the photo or something of the sort. Her beautiful laugh occupies your ears yet again and she pushes her phone into your hands, which is open to her contacts. You shyly add your name and number into the list and hand her back her phone, bowing in thanks as you do so.

"Y/N?" she asks to which you nod. "Pretty name for a pretty girl" she states quietly, as if it had spoken without intention. She quickly sends the photo over to you and then you bid your goodbyes, both you and the girls having places you need to be. XG waving and blowing kisses over their shoulder to you.

When they're out of sight, you squeal and jump around, excitement and fangirling fully taking over your body. Wendy and Irene laughing to themselves at the state your in. You pull your phone and set the recently obtained photo as your lockscreen and sending a quick message back to Hinata, skipping your way back to the car blooming with happiness.

prev | masterlist | next

a/n- i feel like i didnt really add enough of the other girls in this chapter but i will definitely be making them more active as we get deeper in to the world, i was struggling getting the brainwaves to write as work usually takes a lot of it away, but also thank you guys for all the love in the previous chapter and the first posts!? i hope you guys enjoy! ive been obsessed with thinking about how this story is gonna progress!