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mangora · 2 years

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Remake of my TD coffee shop orders post with ALL the characters bc I am bugging rn

GEN ONE:

Ezekiel: He drinks plain coffee, possibly with cream and sugar, just bc it’s how he grew up

Eva: If a protein shake is available, I mean obviously she’s taking that, but under regular coffee shop constraints I think she’d do a black coffee, MAYBE a coffee with milk on special occasions. I don’t think she cares about the taste she just wants the energy boost

Noah: I’m kinda conflicted. Bc I think he’d make fun of high-sugar and froofy drinks, but also I think he’d be too self aware to drink black coffee to look cool and he needs the adhd sugar serotonin boost. Maybe I’d go middle ground, have him drink a latte or a mocha. I think he tries to narrowly avoid coffee discourse but just narrowly

Justin: He loves stupid fancy high-detail drinks. He is the fucking joke about the guy who asks you to heat his milk to a certain degree Celsius. He drinks Virgin Irish coffee with nonfat gelato and splenda. Whipped cream towers and wafer straws. I fucking hate this guy

Katie: She likes PSLs and owns it. Go girlboss. And Frappuccinos, if it’s full of sugar she loves it.

Tyler: He doesn’t like coffee, tries to drink skinny lattes or hot espresso and hates them both. He also hates protein shakes. Medicine teas? So bad but he tries. You know what he likes? He likes fruit smoothies and juices. It’s his secret jam. He’s bisexual

Izzy: Redbull, she will not drink any normal liquid, it’s this or monster or like a cosmopolitan at 9am. You take her to a coffee shop? “Yeah can I get a cup of syrup?” They have a primal urge to just, destroy their body. She’s playing chicken with God. Also, hot dog water

Cody: He likes chocolate milk, I feel like this ones obvious, he would cry and shit his pants if he had to drink real coffee

Beth: Also not a big coffee girl, I think even a frappe would be much for her. She’s a juice drinker. Maybe a smoothie drinker? But I think she’d be happiest with like an orange or apple juice box

Sadie: Obviously a Frappuccino or fancy latte like Katie, twinsies, etc. but I do think she’d be insecure about ordering one without Katie

Courtney: Soy milk macchiato, or like an espresso or red eye with a dash of soy milk. Whatever, lots of coffee and a little soy milk so she can technically claim she’s not a neurotic coffee addict. She would just do crack if she was a little more deranged

Harold: He likes those fucking anime sodas those piss me off for no reason. But fr do I think he’d be a coffee snob and order like a “piccolo latte” at a Dutch Bros. Leshawna almost kills him for it. Duncan does kill him for it

Trent: Hot take: Trent’s a tea guy. He likes white or green, maybe with some nut or oat milk. I would say matcha but honestly i feel like it would be too heavy for him. He’s not a drink girlie he just likes water usually but if he sees a good tea shop, he’s like “ah what the hell”

Bridgette: She would be a refresher or iced fruit tea enjoyer. Especially like cistrusy drinks. Maybe, on like holidays, every other leap year, she would get oat milk or soy milk with like a half shot of espresso

Lindsay: Nonfat caramel macchiato, maybe blended with ice. She likes basic sweet coffee drinks and you know what? She deserves it

DJ: I think he’d be a big juice guy, especially like green juices. I could see him getting a latte or cappuccino with, say it with me everyone, plant milk, but idk. I don’t think he’s super picky

Geoff: Once again I don’t think he’s picky, but I do think he’d be a day drinker, like he’d order a Long Island iced tea in the morning with a fake ID or he’d pour vodka into a latte. I could also see him ordering a frappe or maybe even an egg coffee.

Leshawna: HOT TAKE: I think she’d really like an affogato. It’s creamy, it’s sweet, and she deserves a treat with a bit of a kick

Duncan: This will be a theme in here: he pretends to like black coffee but doesn’t. At least, it’s not his favorite. He’s actually more fond of sweet cold brews.

Heather: I know Duncan had his “double caramel macchiato” line but I personally think Heather would like French Vanilla coffee, AND she’s a bean snob. She needs a rich ass ristretto made from good beans, she can taste bean quality. Like honestly she owns a French press and probably a cezve too. She also likes Turkish coffee most.

Gwen: I do not care what base coffee she gets I do not care what flavor, I do not care what proportion she gets milk to coffee; but I know, with all my heart, she likes OAT MILK. And her coffee is ICED. She thinks the oat milk makes her special. She takes her Prozac with it. But she is not special, she’s just gay.

Owen: Owen likes many things but I do not think coffee is one of them. He likes starbucks vanilla frappuccinos.

GEN TWO:

Staci: She’s definitely a boba girl, but honestly i think she’d be fine with most teas. She likes them with milk and fruit because it makes them look special and makes her look cultured

Dakota: I still hold true to the idea that she’s a seasonal drink enjoyer, but also she loves anything iced coffee. Especially white mochas, sweet = good

B: I still think they’d like plain teas because they’re calming and not too sweet, but I don’t think they’d turn down a plain coffee. I just don’t think they’d get super hyped on it

Dawn: Definitely a matcha liker. Also only drinks plant based milks and creamers, if she uses any at all. I don’t think she’d turn down any other tea though, they might like floral or fruity ones. He and B have tea enjoyer solidarity

Sam: Of course he’d prefer G-Fuel and just general energy drinks over everything, but if he was at a proper drink shop I think he’d take his coffee with milk and sugar. It’s not a big deal if he can’t get them, caffeine’s the priority, but he’d prefer them

Brick: He tries to drink espresso to contend with Jo and his military bros, but I think he’d really like fruit smoothies or fruity teas (maybe one with orange peel or vanilla) if he was allowed to have them

Anne Maria: Caramel Macchiato, easily, she likes it extra and she likes it sweet. I however retract my statement about her liking frappuccinos, I think she’d call them a pussy drink

Mike: He likes a generic vanilla iced coffee because he’s, you know, Mike, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if he put a little shot of whiskey in his morning cup for a little audacity

Chester: Black tea with lemon. He’s a tea guy, said what I said. Bitter, sour, easy. Also he probably couldn’t afford milk and sugar as a kid

Svetlana: Honestly I don’t think she’s a real drink girlie either, considering how she likes to stay in shape and also I don’t think she’d like the taste of coffee/tea. Maybe she’d like juices? Like with strawberries and mangos and greens.

Vito: Ristretto buddy, this guy can take down the nastiest bitterest tasting coffee and not even blink. It does make him bounce off the walls tho

Manitoba: I think he’d like an espresso/doppio, maybe a flat white? He just downs it, doesn’t care about the taste much. He’s eaten worse probably he’s like “hey it’s not dirt! woop woop!” and drinks a whole pot and runs around and picks up a squirrel with his teeth and dies

Mal: Normally I’d say black because “ooo he so edgy” but honestly I think he’d like a brown sugar latte or a cup of chai. He likes the flavors, strong flavors. That or Monster because he’s insane

Jo: Black coffee, but not for any like status reasons. It just tastes good to her

Scott: He only drinks shitty instant coffee, usually without sweetener or cream bc he didn’t have them growing up. It’s always boiling hot. And he hates every other drink.

Zoey: She does like a good iced coffee but I think she much prefers milk teas (esp with boba). Also I think she likes the Starbucks pink drink and Mal bullies her for it

Lightning: He would like a protein shake if it’s available, not a fan of coffee or tea. Maybe he’d drink a juice or smoothie but it would have to be heavily vegetable and/or spice based.

Cameron: The taste of coffee would kill him, and he’s grown up scared of milks and sweet drinks and nuts bc his mom only let him drink water out of fear of him developing diabetes or something. I think maybe Zoey and Mike would slowly warm him up to something lighter like green tea.

GEN THREE:

Beardo: He likes lavender tea with lemon and honey, it soothes his voice

Leonard: I think he’d like herbal teas and fruit juices, they’re like potions

Amy: I don’t know, maybe a white chocolate mocha or frappe? But I do know she screams at the baristas!

Rodney: I hold true to the fact that he memorizes everyone’s orders, rehearses his own order, and will drink whatever to be included— BUT I think his preference is fruit smoothies. He’s just too afraid to order them.

Sammy: Frappucinos, fruit teas, juices, milk teas, anything cold and sweet basically. She doesn’t really like coffee though

Ella: Similar to Sammy, likes strawberry-flavored drinks especially. They make her feel like a princess.

Topher: Latte macchiato. On a technical level he’s a bean snob also and specifies the beans he wants every time he orders, but he can’t taste the difference and honestly likes the cream better than the coffee.

Dave: Makes fun of “basic girl” coffee orders. He gets black coffee and hates it. He truthfully doesn’t like any drinks. Maybe a seltzer water.

Scarlett: A plain tea enjoyer. Peppermint, ginger, black; not a fan of fruity ones though.

Max: Plain milk, and it’s fucking gross

Jasmine: She likes savory or bitter drinks, mostly black coffee with cream but no sugar. I think she’d also like chai.

Sugar: An anti-tea advocate. But she does like instant coffee with sugar, a similar situation to Scott. And maybe she’ll drink straight half-and-half.

Sky: Likes green juices and ginger tea, she needs that health boost but isn’t a fan of protein powder or black coffee.

Shawn: He likes black coffee, but is trying to cut back on it because it makes him neurotic. I don’t think he’d really like any other drinks much.

GEN 4:

Tammy: Same as Leonard, but I also think she’d like boba and even some of the fruity Monsters

Pete: He’s way too proud of drinking pure black coffee because he’s an old man

Gerry: He one-ups Pete by drinking pure vodka because he’s petty

Ellody: She likes kombucha and will tell you all the gut benefits

Mary: Green tea, 100%. She likes how calming it is

Laurie: Chai tea, she thinks it’s like spiritual or some bs, and gets mad when people question her tastes

Miles: Matcha, she says a lot of bs about “extracting the earthy notes”. Has it really together here

Tom: Iced coffee as hell. You know him, pretentious

Jen: Smoothies, so many smoothies, and they taste so strong

Taylor: Has the most detailed coffee order. She tells you the temp, the order to pour it in, the five different syrups she wants, what milks to mix together, and she doesn’t tip you when you make it.

Kelly: Wine. She says wine every time you ask her what she wants to drink. She thinks it’s funny. It’s not

Jay: Has to drink water because he’s allergic to everything else

Mickey: Drinks that gross thick water stuff bc Jay doesn’t want him to aspirate and die or something

Chet: Muscle Milk

Lorenzo: Also Muscle Milk

Rock: Monster, and it makes him nuts

Spud: Monster, and he feels totally normal, and just drinks it for the taste

Dwayne: Says he likes straight black coffee, actually drinks coffee with cream and sugar in a closed cup

Junior: He’s not allowed to drink coffee or tea he just gets apple juice (he pretends it’s beer)

Ennui: Drinks cranberry juice and says it’s blood

Crimson: Drinks cranberry juice also and, get this, says it’s blood

Stephanie: Won’t go to drink shops bc she’s certain she can make her own drinks better than the shops can (she can’t)

Ryan: Protein shake again, if you fuck up his order he won’t say anything he will deal with it himself and drink the whole thing to avoid hurting your feelings

Devin: Tries Red Bull to impress people and throws up; he really likes mint tea

Carrie: Tries to drink tea and coffee for the aesthetic but the only drink she really likes is lemonade

Kitty: She doesn’t even go for frappucinos it’s just milk shakes and Virgin strawberry daiquiris, and she deserves it

Emma: A cortado. Tries not to go overboard and doesn’t like the taste of coffee too much. But she’s definitely had days where shes shoots like ten espressos and disassociates

Josee: French-press ristretto, she takes one cup every morning to remind herself that god is dead and give herself that angry passion for ice dancing

Jacques: Tries to drink a different tea every morning to see if they can calm him down; they do not work

Brody: He tries a new drink every day and usually only likes the fruity ones. Has definitely gotten food poisoning this way. Did drink bath water once

Sanders: Normal iced coffee. She’s…normal. Kind of.

MacArthur: A smoothie with peanut butter in it. Loves her gains, loves her nut butters

HOSTS:

Chris: I mean we all know, hot chocolate and tomato juice. I do think in terms of personality though he is a latte-drinker and bean snob

Chef: He likes himself a nice cold fruit drink. A virgin piña colada maybe. Or that shitty unicorn frappucino. But he also still likes a good shitty espresso

Blaineley: Iced tea. Hot take I think she fears most coffee drinks, which is sad, but accurate.

Josh: Idk does he have a personality? Sparkling juice in a champagne flute (carries it in his pocket everywhere; he has big pockets)

Don: A warm mocha, but tries not to make a big deal out of it (he does not succeed)

Like and follow for more epic content this took me several hours

EDIT I FORGOT ALEJANDRO AND SIERRA HOLD ON

Sierra: Anything super sugary and super caffeinated. I know she loves the pink Monster. But at a coffee shop, probably a caramel macchiato or a mocha Frappuccino

Alejandro: Usually he drinks a really pretentious brand of espresso or ristretto, maybe a chai, but once in a while he has a cheat day and has a caramel or cinnamon latte

#alex’s td rambles #total drama #lost the plot towards the end but what can you do #long post #should have a ‘read more’ but it might not work so #sorry if it doesn’t!

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thecandywrites · 1 year

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Monster March 2023 Day 7- Minotaur- Part 2

The Rut

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. As well as @catbatart for their's too. You guys are phenomenal.

Part 2

Pleasant Surprise

But Bauvar got pleasantly surprised when he went to go get coffee the next morning and he recognized your voice when the barista greeted you.

“Bianca Darling, how are things?” She asked as she didn’t even bother to ask what you wanted and the moment she saw you, immediately started to make it for you.

“Busy, it’s velvet stripping season.” You answered.

“Oh you poor thing. How many do you have today?” She asked as she dumped caramel sauce and extra chocolate into the caramel macchiato.

“18. Most of them moose and caribou too. It’s going to be a very long day.” You answered.

“How many bouquets of flowers did you get yesterday?” She asked.

“23. But I got a gift card for this place. So you’ll be seeing me a lot more frequently.” You chuckled.

“And how many dates did you have to turn down?” She asked.

“Only six. Thankfully, I could use my ‘I don’t date clients from the spa’ line, always the new clients too because my ol’ reliables already know not to ask.” You admitted.

“Were any of them even tempting?” She asked as she topped it off with whipped cream and caramel drizzle and Bauvar fought not to shove or sideswipe the guy between the two of you in line to hear your answer.

“Yeah, always a couple, of course the ones that are tempting usually don’t ask.” You admitted with a shrug before she handed the coffee off to you before you used the gift card and grinned to see how much was on it but electronically left a hefty tip to the always hard working baristas.

“Beaver?” Another barista called out Bauvar’s coffee and his ears laid back as you simply softly snorted a laugh through the mispronunciation of his name.

“It’s..Bauvar, but whatever.” He grumbled under his breath as he took it.

“Oh, hey, how are the antlers today?” You asked when you went to walk by him to grab a straw and a few napkins from the counter.

“Much better, you were right, woke up and didn’t feel a thing other than relief. Thank you so much for squeezing me in. I was told you’re pretty popular.” He smiled as his ears perked up.

“Well when you have the experience I do, it kind of comes with the territory.” You shrugged.

“Well it shows. You do excellent work.” He praised.

“Thank you. I try.” You smiled appreciatively before a big bouquet of flowers caught your eye as you smiled to wonder if it would go to any of the baristas. But when your eyes traveled up to see who was holding them,eyes got wider for a moment as your face fell and even tensed before you ducked your head and quickly tried to duck away from the holder of the extra large and extravagant bouquet of flowers before the newest addition to the coffee shop spotted you and made a B-line for you while practically screaming your name across the coffee shop as you wished the ground would open up to swallow you just to get you away from him.

“Beautiful Bianca! I found you! The salon said you weren’t in yet. I wanted to make sure you got these from me.” He insisted as he came over and thrust the bouquet into your face that had as many gift cards as blooms practically in it.

“Thanks Rick. You really, shouldn’t have.” You begrudgingly took the flowers from him.

“But you’re the best stripper in the world, I just wanted to make sure you knew you were appreciated. Did I tell you that I’m going to be opening up a new spa? I would love to have you be my first hire. Really, I’d happily double the rate that you’re making now, plus tips.” He insisted as you grimaced at the word ‘stripper’ and wondered how many people in here now wondered if you were an exotic dancer by the way he just said that as Bauvar frowned deeply to see how you were reacting to Rick. And an unease soon grew in the pit of his stomach and every instinct he had was telling him to shove this guy off because you were clearly, not interested and unreceptive.

“Well if you could get that in writing and drop it off at the salon, I promise I’ll look it over and consider it once I get through the busy season. I’d already booked so far out with them. And I’d hate to cancel on anyone.” You offered as an excuse.

“But I could even get you a sign on bonus that I’m sure would make up for any lost business from where you are now. How about I take you out to dinner? We could talk about it then, I could pick you up at the salon at 7 or even 8 or 9, depending on how busy you’d be today.” He offered.

“I’m sorry, but that’s never going to happen. I have a noncompete. Plus, I already have plans.” You tried to excuse, desperately grasping at straws here.

“With what? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you breaking them, especially when it’s such a great opportunity. And non competes are a bunch of bullshit anyway, legal, mumbo-jumbo. And I’m sure there’s plenty of loopholes you can take advantage of. I got a buddy whose a lawyer, I’m sure he’d find at least a lose thread or two to pull at to make that noncompete- obsolete.” He tried to say as Bauvar simply stood there and watched the interaction and even he could sense how uncomfortable and uneasy you were while he, even on a very base business level, was offended at Rick’s attitude to something as serious as a noncompete could be. And it was clear this asshole was not taking any of the hints nd not taking no for an answer.

“She has plans with me, and yes I do mind.” Bauvar spoke up and had he been looking at you instead of staring down at the deer- minotaur, he might have seen delight and relief brighten your features.

“And you are?” He asked Bauvar as he stepped up closer and held his gaze challengingly.

“This is Mr. Bauvar Leopold, he’s my new boyfriend. And we already have dinner plans tonight. Sorry.” You managed to say as you gratefully slipped your freehand into the crook of Bauvar’s elbow while you held the bouquet in the crook of the arm on the other side after you used it to place the bouquet there while the other hand still held your drink.

“Oh, well surely, you wouldn’t object to her making more money right? It’s a noncompete, do you even know about those things? They’re…” He began to mansplain.

“Actually, I’m a corporate lawyer. So yes. I do know about noncompetes. And I’m sure the one that Bianca has signed is quite thorough because The Velvet Spa is a medical facility and meticulous in every single detail. And while I personally haven’t read it over and given her my full legal assistance yet, because it has yet to come up in our relationship, if she wants to revisit that, that will be her choice made in her own free will and not something she should ever be coerced into. But for now, she really needs to get back to work. Excuse us.” Bauvar insisted as he gratefully took you out of there.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.” You thanked him as you checked to see if Rick was following you.

“You’re welcome. Did you really sign a noncompete?” He muttered under his breath as he walked you down the street.

“No. Are you really a lawyer?” You asked.

“Yes.” He confirmed.

“Nice. Congrats. But thank you for the save. I just might actually hire you to draw one up just for me then, if it’ll keep that asshole off my tail.” You offered.

“Does this happen to you alot?” He asked.

“Yes, well, no. Well. Let me clarify. Have other people tried to head hunt me for other medical spas that specialize in services for taur clients? Yes. I’ve gotten offers from…literally all the major brands and public sector and private sector and across the board. That, I’m used to.” You clarified.

“However, that particular individual is particularly heinous. Nothing against deer minotaurs in general, but that particular guy, I call him Dick Rick behind his back, he is such an asshole. He screwed his business partners and his ex wife over with his last business and he’s always out to make a quick buck any way he can. And I would guarantee you that whatever spa he’s talking about it- would most likely be completely dependant on all of my clients following me only to use me for a season and then hang me out to dry. He practically creates businesses overnight, only to get as much credit as he can, use them to fleece whatever market he can before he has the business file for bankruptcy. He is as shady and slimy of a scumbag as they come.” You divulged.

“Yeah, I gathered.” Bauvar nodded in agreement.

“And at first, it was the personal interest in me. Which I politely refused. But he does not know how to take a ‘no’ as an answer from anyone. I’ve gotten more bouquets of flowers from him than I know what to do with. He’s spent a fortune just in flowers because I think in his head- that’s how a taur woos a human apparently. He’s already done the same thing to other taur specialists, velvet strippers in particular. But his last venture was to have the stripper part be very literal. As if any self respecting professional would give a striptease while they are wielding a surgical scalpel. He has no respect for the profession.” You continued.

“Ew.” Bauvar scuffed and nearly gagged at the implications.

“Oh, it gets worse. He’s a cash only client because usually he’ll book up every service in the salon and then his cards won’t have the credit when they run them after the service, no tipping, no referrals, if anything he’s tried to poach more clientele than anything. Every time I see him, I wish I could turn invisible so he doesn’t see me.” You confessed.

“So, stalker, basically.” Bauvar realized.

“Yes. Which is why I’m so grateful and thankful that you were able to step in. Back there. He’s one of those assholes that will usually only respect another male’s word or opinion more than a woman’s.” You ventured.

“That’s disgusting and inexcusable. Would you like for me to look into restraining orders?” Bauvar asked.

“No, because it’s the rut and hopefully his interest will die, once he goes through it and it abates as his own hormones aren’t sending him into a pursuer frame of mind, like they are right now. Hopefully once he manages to scrape enough money to get into a real whore house to get laid, he’ll ease off.” You hoped which caused Bauvar to snicker a laugh.

“Hopefully. But if he doesn’t. Don’t hesitate to protect yourself ok? I understand you deal with the public and have to have professional courtesy and all that, but this is not normal. This screams obsessive stalker to me.” Bauvar said as he gestured to the flowers.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But thank you so much for stepping in and getting me out of there because I hate it when he comes in and causes a scene at the spa and especially when he waits for me by the parking lot. Last year, he completely surrounded my car with bouquets of flowers, and waited in the parking lot, in his car, and practically juiced up while he waited for me to get out of work.”

“Well, then why didn’t you do something then?” Bauvar asked worriedly.

“Because the only reason why he singles me out specifically is because he found out I was “the best” that the spa had and he’s been out to get me ever since. And I’d rather it happen to me than to any of the other girls at the spa and salon who don’t have the experience or don’t have the wisdom to see past his bleached antlers. Last year, even when I stripped the velvet off of him, during the appointment, he wouldn’t shut up the whole time about ‘how awesome and amazing it was’. And then after the service, when I’m already elbow deep into my next client’s velvet, he nitpicks and complains all to get a free service. He’s so two faced, I hate that in every guy, it doesn’t matter who or what he is either. And I refuse to work on him, let alone with him. And whenever he’s at the spa, the managers have to practically sit on the session to make sure he doesn’t try anything. He even comes in for extra antler bleaching and antler sharpening, he’s not happy unless his own antlers are ready to gore anyone within charging distance. He’s ridiculous.” You confessed in a low murmur as you clung to Bauvar’s arm. Grateful that he was there at least to save you from Dick Rick this time.

“Yikes.” Bauvar muttered back as his steps had now fully synchronized with your own.

“Will he do the same thing now?” Brauvar asked.

“Who knows.” You sighed tiredly.

“Well, not to be like Mr. Bleached Asshole, but do you have anyone at the spa who can walk you out when you’re done or does the spa have security guards or?” He asked.

“Well, usually this time of year, we usually all wait for each other and walk each other out at night and as a safety and security protocol, there has to always be at least two people there while the business is open. The manager says they’re getting a security guard, but because of the time of year, it’s hard to get good help without them also looking to take advantage of us, cause it’s just that time of year where the rut turns everyone into a hormonal teenager again, especially the other tuar girls and even us non taurs can get caught up in it too.” You admitted.

“Well I can get off of work anytime. Here’s my card, this is my cellphone, if he’s hanging around, call me, and I’ll come, at the very least, to be big bad lawyer and if need be- stand in boyfriend if he really doesn’t back off.” He offered.

“You sure your wife or girlfriend won’t mind?” You asked him as you looked at his hand writing on the back of the business card and appreciate different aspects of his handwriting.

“No. It’s fine.” He reassured you.

“Thank you so much Bauvar. Hopefully I won’t have to bother you but thanks for offering in the first place. It means a lot. Have a good day at the office. No more bloody suits and expensive dry cleaning bills.” You thanked him gratefully before you went into work which got him to laugh again.

“Yup. Same there, good luck wading through all the hormones and velvet between obnoxious bouquets.” He offered which got you to throw your head back and laugh as you neared the door.

“Especially the obnoxious bouquets.” You offered with one last waive and smile over your shoulder before you went into the spa as he simply stood there with a fond smile before he finally remembered he should be heading into work and pulled himself away to go into the law firm that was around the corner so to speak. Wondering how he had never noticed this spa here before.

“Ladies, aren’t these flowers obnoxious?” You asked the front desk.

“Yeah.” They laughed.

“Dick Rick gave them to me. At the coffee shop. He said someone in here told him that’s where I was. So, who told Dick Rick where to find me?” You asked the team of receptionists before everyone looked at each other in alarm before the newest of the receptionists had her ears pinned down while her cheeks flushed before your eyes traveled down the line and found the guilty party as your face deadpanned as she dropped her gaze guiltily as you walked down the desk to stand in front of her to get an explanation.

“He said he was your fiance and it was a surprise.” She volunteered.

“Emily, no. That’s not true. I’m not engaged to him. I’m not even dating him. I never have and I never will. He’s an asshole who has been trying to poach both the clientele here and the specialists here too. He turns into a stalker during the rut. For future reference, don’t ever confirm someone works here to people who the others have not told you or introduced you to who their significant others are. And never say what their schedule is or where to find them. It’s dangerous and unprofessional. That’s how we lose good specialists in here because we’ve had more than our fair share of stalkers. And you guys are especially vulnerable because you’re working front desk and are seen the most. So, Emily, who trained you?” You asked her as calmly yet seriously as you could.

“I did, my mistake Boss. I thought I went over that. I’ll go over it again.” Macy offered.

“Thank you, the last thing I want is for anyone in here to be victimized, especially by douchebags like Dick Rick.” You urged them before you went to the General Manager’s office to tell her what had happened and how the whole staff would benefit from revisiting safety protocols. And ask where she was on hiring those bodyguards as she pulled their resume’s up and promised she would get them in there ASAP.

“Boss? I thought Charline is the owner?” Emily balked in horror once you walked back.

“No. Charline is the public face of the place because Charline and Bianca grew up together. But Charline simply does hoof trimming and polishing. It’s Bianca who bought and modeled the building and hired Charline to be the face of the business because Bianca is human and at first so few people took her seriously other than the people she grew up working on. Suddenly, with Charline saying that Bianca was the best in the business, that’s when the business took off. Bianca owns the place and literally signs our paychecks and it’s her licenses and certifications that are the reason we can charge as much as we can and have to pass medical board and have medical codes for our services. She’s the reason why we’re a medical spa in the first place. But Bianca simply doesn’t like that much limelight. She’s happy to let others assume it’s Charline’s business because she’s a red deer-taur herself. But Bianca is the reason we have the massive clientele we do. And the reason we can make so much and can offer all the services we do.” Macy explained.

“Oh shit, so am I fired?” Emily asked as tears came to their eyes.

“No. You might receive a reprimand from H.R. and the front desk manager. But that’s it. Bianca’s not heartless. She would never fire someone for a single mistake.” Macy reassured her before Nancy came up.

“Emily, Bianca told me what happened. From now on, please don’t give out anyone’s personal information, especially their location. When and if we have another situation like this. If they are here, simply say they are busy with another client and then, we can always claim that we have two people by that name if the person doesn’t want to see them. Or that they quit and we don’t know where they went and have no way of contacting them. Ok?” Nancy reminded Emily.

“Ok.” Emily nodded as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Also, these are for the front desk. Bianca said she doesn’t want them but they should be a reminder to everyone here what could happen if we loosen up on our safety procedures and protocols. Also we’re going to be having security guards coming in hopefully tomorrow. But for now, Rick’s profile has been flagged as a safety hazard to personnel. And he’s not allowed to schedule appointments in the future. OK?” Nancy reminded them as she put the flowers, now in a vase up on the counter with some of the others that had been brought in.

“Yes Ma’am.” They all echoed in understanding before she passed out all the gift cards that had been with it.

“Don’t get too excited, they only have $5 on them anyway.” Nancy chuckled.

“Oh, that’s low.” Macy sneered at the gift card.

“Why get ten gift cards with 5 dollars each on them. Just get one with 50 on it and be done with it?” Ashley asked.

“Dick Rick is an egocentric narcissist. He’s all flash, no substance.” Macy muttered.

“So he’s done this before?” Emily asked and watched as they all nodded yes.

“Oh yeah, but he’s been hung up on Bianca for a couple of seasons now. Usually, when it’s the rut, she’s used to her taur clientele getting crushes on her. And so she doesn’t think anything of it. But even after the rut, he’s still pursuing her because he’s entitled asshole who always wants the best for himself and he knows she’s the best. So that’s who he wants. If we started saying that you’re the best in business, he’d drop his interest in her in a heartbeat and start going after you instead. And he’d use you up like kleenex and then toss you once he used you up, like he’s done with every ex he’s had, who, coincidentally, come in to use the spa themselves.” Macy explained.

“Oh.” Emily blinked but still frowned at the gift card she got.

#Monster March #Monster March 2023 #Monster March 2023 Day 7 - Minotaur #Monster March Day 7 Part 2

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lgbtqreads · 2 months

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Do you have any recs for books with romance starring an FTM trans person (nb or trans man) that include more explicit s*x scenes?

Sure, check out Coffee Boy by Austin Chant, A Shot in the Dark by Victoria Lee, Reverb by Anna Zabo, Second Chance by Jay Northcote, Second Chances in New Port Stephen and Chef's Choice by TJ Alexander (protag in the latter is a trans woman but the love interest is a trans man), Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans, and if you're looking for something kinkier, Sex in C Major by Matthew Metzger.

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Some women just wanted to watch the world burn. Vicki would’ve settled for just one particular redhead.

Okay, maybe burn was a little… harsh. It wasn’t Petunia’s fault that things went south between her and Larry. If nothing else, she should’ve been mad at Larry. This wasn’t her Misery Business moment, or her Better Than Revenge moment for that matter.

Jealousy, however, was a very human feeling. It was also an inescapable monster who could snatch you up and consume you before you even knew you should run, and that monster dined on Vicki like she was a five course meal.

She curled her long blonde locks between her fingers, tilting her head to the side as she read over old email exchanges between her and Larry.

“Larry,” she read out loud to the empty apartment, “I’m going into town today to apply for that TV reporter job. Do you want to go get lunch together? Xoxo, Vicky.”

Then, in a cartoonishly mocking voice, Vicki answered,

“Gee Vicki, I sure would like to, but I promised someone else I’d meet them for lunch so she could interview me! Uh, I mean, interview my friend, Larry-Boy, who is super reclusive so I have to answer for him, and anyway, maybe we can meet for a movie after?”

She rolled her eyes, turning her office chair around so she was facing the wall. Newspaper articles she had written. Pictures of Larry-Boy. Pictures of Larry, if she could sneak them. An old office photo they took together at the Christmas party a year ago.

They kissed under the mistletoe. They went on dates, had serious discussions about their individual futures, and then…

Petunia Rhubarb came to town.

She snatched up that TV reporter job right from under Vicki. Told her they already found someone and sent her on. And when Vicki waited for Larry at the movie theater after the interview, she waited over an hour. She tried calling, he didn’t pick up. She paged him. Nothing. At one point she called his home phone number, one he had said was ‘only for emergencies’, but… this felt like an emergency. For all she knew, Larry could’ve been dead on the sidewalk. However, when she called, a British voice answered, “Master Larry’s residence, how may I assist you?”

A fake number. He had given her, all this time, a fake number. Or he had answered and was playing a cruel trick on her, pretending to be someone else. She hung up in tears.

When Vicki was particularly sad, she’d stop and get her favorite coffee from the Bumblyburg Bean. Just a macchiato, warm enough to comfort her, enough caffeine to keep her focused.

Looking back on that day, Vicki now wished her comfort treat had been pizza, or a burger, or an ice cream sundae, or literally anything else other than coffee. She might’ve still fooled herself into two more weeks of blissful ignorance.

Instead, she opened the doors to a rude display of PDA between Larry and a giggling, airheaded ginger girl.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” Larry was saying, pushing away some ginger curls to make room on her cheek to plant a kiss. “You nailed that interview, ‘Tunia!”

Vicki stared in shock at the blatant display of affection. Larry hadn’t even noticed her come in. She stalked over to their table and slammed her palms down flat on the surface, and Larry and Petunia jolted away from each other as if Vicki had struck lightning between them.

“Oh! Hey, Vicki! This is Petunia! I meant to introduce you to her -“

“You were supposed to meet me an hour ago,” Vicki snapped at him.

Larry’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, dumb brown caterpillars contemplating their desired closeness. His eyes widened behind wireframed glasses, and he gasped. “Oh! The movie! Shoot, Petunia, I told you I was forgetting -“

“So, this is your ‘girl’, huh? Isn’t she pretty? Do you kiss everyone who interviews you?” Vicki spat out the words.

Petunia looked at Vicki with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m so sorry, I’m lost. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Larry assured her. “Look, Vicki, I just made a mistake and forgot. This is my girlfriend Petunia. She’s a reporter. She just got hired like, on the spot for -“

“The TV reporter job at channel 3,” Vicki answered in a soft, disbelieving voice. “The one I was supposed to interview for today. And they said it was filled. And you’re… dating her?”

“Oh, shoot! I had no idea that was the same interview. Gee, Vicki, I’m sorry!”

Vicki felt burning rage in her heart. “So like, what is this? You’re just going to be blatant about… cheating on me with this…?”

“Cheating?” Petunia echoed, and she looked at Larry with that same confused, wide-eyed look. “You were dating someone?”

“No! We were just friends! I mean, we kissed once but that was because of the mistletoe, and you hafta kiss under mistletoe, and -“

A sob escaped Vicki’s lips, the crack of her heart’s escaping echo. She covered her mouth. “Oh my god.”

Petunia stood up from her chair. “Vicki, I’m - this is -“ she touched Vicki’s shoulder, and Vicki screamed,

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare even talk to me!”

Petunia recoiled. Larry stayed seated, offering a pitiful, “I’m sorry if you thought…”

He didn’t bother to finish the sentence. Vicki was already at the door.

She quit her job the next day, packed her things, and moved back home to her small town. Until now. A year later she was back in Bumblyburg, trying to figure out how to rebuild a bridge from the ashes she left behind. It was as fruitful an attempt as you’d expect.

She turned back to face her computer, opened a browser, and typed in the address for her yet unused blog.

“The Truth About Larry-Boy” was written in big letters across the website banner, but she wasn’t going to start with dessert. She had several appetizers to offer first.

She put her fingers to the keyboard and typed out her first blog post’s title:

“Secret Identities Are Not An Excuse to Be a Two-Timing Asshole.”

#working on the Nezzer petunia one next #VeggieTales #VeggieTales fanfic #Vicki cucumber #petunia rhubarb #Larry-boy #larryboy #the cartoon adventures of larryboy #VeggieTales fic #Ryan writes vt #fanfic #Drabble #humanized veggies

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What drinks would Ayumi and Jessica order?

edit: this was an autocorrect from yuuki. my bad!

yuuki would....probably order whatever their friends are ordering. they don't really care what kind of drink they have as long as it doesn't make them thirstier than when they drank it, so i guess water? lmao. they're very boring when ordering things because they like water and they like bland food; even spicy food from their country is too intense for them.

i want to say jessica would order a straight black coffee without any of the fixins because that would be VERY on brand for someone as outwardly goth/punk as her, but tbh...she'd probably just order a bland caramel macchiato since her christian upbringing also forbid all sugar because "gluttony of the flesh is a sin" and she just wants a sugary treat when ba'al is yelling at her about seeing a monster truck rally again (and she drinks it loud enough for ba'al to hear her from within too, like any human with a demon inside her body would do)

#francis' ocs #jezebel jones #yuuki honda

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magic-belodie · 1 year

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Summary MCLAL Armin episode 5 of all the choices, I didn't put in the proposal or NSFW summary.

I only put in here the part that changes.

(I forced a smile. That's not really what I had in mind...) Armin, told you that he brought home a game from a friend to test. You force a smile, this was not what you had in mind for your weekend. So you say okay and ask what kind of game it is. There's no title screen? No menu, nothing...? You just started the game and there is no menu. You ask why there is no menu. Armin thinks his friend will work out the details later. This is mostly long... Do you think we're going to start playing soon? The intro is playing. You think that intro is too long. But Armin thinks that you need all the info to play. Do you think we can refuse? It sounds complicated. The mayor just explained the task to you. You find the task too difficult and want to refuse. But you can't because there won't be a game if you could refuse. Is he serious?! He just told us the world is in danger! The mayor just told you that the world is in danger. You are wondering if the Mayor is serious. He just told you that the world is in danger. But it is just perfect to get to know your powers according to Armin. And you have to start small. Let's go see him, actually: we don't have all night. You just defeated the rats and want to see the mayor. Because you don't have the whole night. Armin points out that actually you do. You have the whole weekend. But you are right, let's go to the mayor. Do I have time to finish my macchiato? You just gave Armin his cappuccino and he got it all up. Now he wants to play again, but you want to drink your own coffee. Then end of the world won't wait for that. You can drink it while you listen to the mayor. Let's keep things simple: we each take the path of our color. Armin and you have come to a split. You suggest taking the path of your own power. Armin thinks it sounds logical. You will see each other on the other side. When you enter the door, you get to see monsters of your own element. Trying to kill them won't work. Armin and you die, both. It is game over. We should stay together. Splitting up can't be a good idea. Armin and you have come to a split. You think it is better to stay together. Armin agrees with you. You start with the door on the left side, the water one. The water monster appears and the one with the water powers can't hit them. The monster will hit that person and he/she dies. It is game over. But that's stupid: we won't be able to hurt water elementals with fire either... It is game, over. Armin thinks now that you should have done the opposite. And destroy the elements with the opposite element. You think that, it also won't work. Maybe there will be something else. You go try the opposite way and get back into the game. This time you defeat the monsters. Well, let's try again, we switch and we go back! We'll show them! It is game over. Armin and you discuss what you could do next. You suggest using fire on water and water on fire. Armin agrees with you, it should work. You both go back into the game, and you take the opposite door of your element. This time you defeat the monsters. Yeah! It should work! We'll show them, those filthy beasts! It is game over. Armin and you discuss what you could do next. Armin suggests using fire on water and water on fire. You think it will work. You both go back into the game, and you take the opposite door of your element. This time you defeat the monsters. But that's stupid: that water magic hurts fire elementals, okay, but the other way around? It is game, over. Armin thinks now that you should split up and each go for the opposite door. You think that, it won't work. Maybe there will be something else. You go try the opposite door of your element and get back into the game. This time you defeat the monsters. It's too easy, it's not even funny! You just defeated the element monsters, and You think that this part is too easy. It was just a bit of luck. You really made him cross the whole city?! Nath has come inside with burgers because he lost a bet. You ask Armin if he made him cross the whole city. Nath accepted the bet. Armin didn't force him. Armin would have done the same if he had lost. You ask him if he can't bet money like everyone else. But right now, Armin is more hungry than he needs money. And Nath finds betting with money illegal. You all go sit down to eat. You can watch us play a bit, if you want. Nath turned to you because Armin won't let him play. You tell him that he can watch a bit if he wants too. Nath is okay with that, asks if Armin doesn't mind, and of course he doesn't. You explain to Nath that you are looking for a ring to save the world. You are now in a labyrinth. Armin and you go back into the game. You continue a bit in the labyrinth until you don't know more, if you are going the right way. Then it is time for Nath to leave. Nath and Armin will play another time together. Nath goes away and Armin and you go back into the game. Come on, I feel sorry for you. Take my spot for a while, if you want! Nath turned to you because Armin won't let him play. You feel sorry and tell him, he can take your spot for a while. Armin looks at you, slightly annoyed. You tell him that you are sorry and that you still will watch. You can redo the beginning at worst. Armin agrees to that. Nath says that Armin's girlfriend is nicer than Armin. Nath takes your place behind the screen. You are surprised with how low Armin is into showing the game to Nath. You watch them play the beginning all over again. Until they are back at the moment where you had to stop. Then Nath has to leave because still has some work to do. Armin and you go back into the game. Tell your friend that his labyrinth is discouraging! You are kind of stuck in the labyrinth and don't know any more if you are going the right way. You find it discoursing and thinks that Armin should tell that to his friend. Armin is sure you will get through it. Yeah, alright. We get the point, it's good, just die already! You two defeat the monster. You find that the monster took a bit too long with dying. The only thing left to do is to get the reward. Alright, fine, let's get this over with! Armin wants you to open the chest. You say alright let's get over with it. Maybe after it, you two could watch a movie. You're right, we have to finish saving the world! Armin and you defeated the monster, the only thing left to do is open the chest. But you want to do something else. Armin asks if you are sure you don't want to open it. You agree, you two have to finish saving the world. Armin and you will celebrate later. You go back into the game and open the chest. Okay. I'll open the chest. And then… Armin and you defeated the monster, the only thing left to do is open the chest. But you want to do something else. Armin asks if you are sure you don't want to open it. You agree to open it. After it, Armin will get what he deserves. Armin smiles at you. You go back into the game and open the chest.

#mcl #mclal #my candy love #alternate life #episode 5 #my candy love armin #MCL ARMIN #mclal armin #alternate life armin #armin #summaries

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