#ginger ale and sprite too

[grape-jucie-dog]

Not a big soda drinker.

But Cream Soda Root Beer?? That shit slaps. And I normally fuckin hate root beer.

[aerosolsprite]

almost one can sprite zero

an amount of scotch

a splash of cranberry juice

a squirt of lemon juice

a good drop or so of lime juice

…yeah this shit is lowkey kinda ass. it burns nice tho so wtv.

[cappurrccino]

this illness my body's been flirting with all week decided to hit me with every debuff ever this morning and i feel wretched

[platonicallylovesick]

YIPPPEEEE I LOVE OPINIONS but this time its actually going in the tags, length be damned

Alright. We’re settling this discourse once and for all.

In the tags, tell me your opinion on:

Mayonnaise

Frozen Yogurt 

Salt and Vinegar Chips

Sweet Potatoes

Kiwi

Ginger Ale

Microwave Ramen

[bluecreamtea]

He knows. — G. Suguru

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cw: fluff, sappy! Geto, ppl watching, x reader, Gojo mention, Shoko mention, marriage, smitten! Geto, fem! reader originally i was gonna make this a little angsty but I couldn't bring myself to do it

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Suguru Geto was a people was a people watcher— this much was true. He liked that he was able to recognize the strange and obscure things that people do. He mostly liked watching his friends; Gojo and Shoko were easy to watch— they were always doing something odd.

But you? You were an enigma. You too were always doing something: you were always hanging out with them, creating inside jokes with Shoko, butting heads with Gojo.

Suguru liked watching you most of all. He began to memorize your little habits— unintentionally of course. He knew that when you made your bologna sandwiches for lunch you always had two slices of the over-processed meat— not three, not one, two. He knew that you insisted that the four of you go to karaoke because missions were getting too draining or he was struggling with his depression after consuming so much negative energy.

He knew that your sweet tooth could damn near rival his best friends, but no matter what you always made a point to share whatever you were snacking on. He knew that you preferred root-beer or ginger ale to cola or sprite. He also knew that you never finished your sodas so you'd offer them to him.

He knew that you preferred your hair tied back in a bun instead of it being free. He knew that you only wore loose clothing to combat the heat or to hide yourself in whenever it got cold.

He knew that you'd give up your meal if not everyone could eat. He knew that you loved kids and always went out of your way to make them smile; he knew that if it weren't for the curses in this world that you'd be a teacher and a damn good one too. He knew that you were too empathetic for your own good— your heart was just too big.

He knew that you liked to play with peoples hair and would spend hours brushing and finger combing through his hair if you could; you always commented on how long and luscious his hair was.

He knew that you loved the beach and every animal the walked, crawled, slithered, swam, or flew on the earth. He knew that animals loved you right back, constantly coming up to you— a real life princess.

He knew that when you truly smiled, your eyes crinkled so much you could hardly see. He knew that you believed that everyone had a true goodness inside of them, they just needed help seeing it.

He knew that he wanted to pick you up and spin you around, just like in the princess movies you loved so much. He knew that he wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt— that he wanted to cuddle with you every single night. He knew that you were made for him. He knew that he loved you with all his heart.

What Suguru Geto didn't know, was that you watched him right back.

You knew that Suguru hated sweets— preferred something sour— but you offered anyway. You knew that when he was thinking really hard, he twirled his bangs around his finger. You knew that he put in more effort than anyone to make sure the people he cared for were safe.

You knew that the only animals he got along with were cats— they shared the same energy. You knew that he didn't hate the beach, but hated all the sand that was trudged home afterwards.

You knew that he loved (most) of his curses like they were his pets. You knew that all the vile energy that came from eating them took a mental and physical toll on his body. You knew just how to get him out of his head— how to relax him without bringing attention to his distress. You knew how to read him like a book.

You knew that you loved him. You knew that you loved him more than anyone. You knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him— whatever was left of it. You knew that underneath his cold front, he had the biggest heart.

So when the day finally came for you to you walk down the aisle, you knew he was crying just thinking about the fact that you'd be together forever. He knew that you'd start crying once he read his vows— cry you did.

"My love, ever since I first met you, I knew you were the one. I knew that I'd love you for the rest of my life. That I'd make you my wife. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me— the best thing that will ever happen to me. I know that I'll love you 'til the last star burns out in the ever-extending sky. I know that I'll be yours forever, and you'll be mine."

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[dosesofcommonsense]

Coca-Cola gets picked on for this, but I never hear of this being done in Sprite (Coke product). I also don’t hear about Ginger Ale and Pepsi using HEK cells. I have heard of Starbucks’ Caramel Frappe (not the others), Lays Potato Chips, and Gatorade using HEK cells hiding under “natural flavoring”.

I have zero desire to drink a Coke.

If you think this sounds way too out there, just search Human Embryonic Kidney use on a platform other than Google and see what you get.

[destinationtrekk]

uroboros wesker. favorite flavor of jolly rancher. favorite flavor of soda pop. favorite poptart flavor. 🙏🙏🙏 feel free to get Silly

he likes the blue jolly ranchers tehe but he LOVES when you eat the cherry ones and then make out with him cause your mouth tastes so sweet and it leaves his tongue stained purple from where you kissed. he isn't a huge soda fan but he would absolutely call it pop because he's an old man (or he calls everything coke like... that's definitely an orange fanta but go off king)

when he does choose to drink soda he likes something mild like cream soda or ginger ale. the carbonation in sprite and coke is too much for him and he says it burns (heightened senses but he's also just a baby about spicy food)

he thinks poptarts are a little too sweet as weel, but he's a SUCKER for when you make him the brown sugar ones in the toaster and they're all warm and melty inside

also random but he bought a really fluffy blanket for the couch under the guise of a birthday/holiday present for you, but more often than not you find him cuddled under it shirtless napping after he showers. he is a sensory guy for sure, loves soft fabrics and clothes and tasty food and good smelling candles - he just never had a want or reason to indulge before you came along

[laswells-ashtray]

An american to answer your american questions!!!

Do you guys have like inter-state beef? Do people from Oregon have beef with the New Jersey folks or are you above that?

Depends on the state. Obvi west virginia and virginia have beef bc civil war, i think va and maryland too? New Jersey and Pennsylvania have issues. Idk much else about the rest of em

Is Johnny Cash as cool to you guys or is that an outside of the US thing?

I am the worlds biggest stan of John Cash, not only is he an americana icon, i believe hes also the pinnacle of the southern goth/yallternitive movement (Man In Black -Johnny Cash tells u his political views and theyre peak)

What's the deal with Pepto Bismol, why is it that colour?!

Nobody knows and im too afraid to try it

The fuck is the deal with Wendy's? Fuck is a Pop Eye's?

The baconator is good at wendys, but other than that i mostly avoid them. Love me a frosty from there too! Ive never been to a popeyes

Is Sprite Cranberry good?

Extremely! Ginger Ale Cranberry is better imo

Why do you keep putting Amy Schumer in movies? It sucks.

Idk, i dont like her either she really isnt funny...

Do they actually sell weapons just in public stores?

Y E S

Woohoo, colours.

Yeah, Cash was sick and conservatives seem to miss a lot of the politics in his songs due to their own selective hearing.

THE FUCKING BACONATOR?! BACON-ATOR?!

God, America is a trip.

[ohnomytummy]

Hi, I have a story from this Thanksgiving that I thought this community would like, and I don't have a kink blog to post it to so I'm gonna share it here cause I know your box is always open. Lol

I'm relatively thin, severely underweight for a good chunk of my childhood, have always been poor so I've never gotten to indulge too much in feasting, not in this economy. But long backstory short, I had the house to myself for pretty much 4 days straight for Thanksgiving break, along with all the leftover food from the entire family thanksgiving.. I was asked to toss most of it because we didn't have room in the fridge and it would go bad, but I didn't want any of it to go to waste.. you can probably tell where his is going..

I have a pretty sensitive stomach since I get full pretty quick, and I'm also lactose intolerant and most meat makes me gassy (and sweaty for some reason?), but for some reason none of that mattered to me, I put a YouTube series I've been itching to watch on my phone and munched on everything that was in front of me which included:

-almost half of a turkey that had been sitting out on the table for a day

-a platter of cheese and cube/slice things and pepperoni/some other meat I forgot

-I wanna say maybe 20 small sugar cookies (the puffy Walmart ones with frosting)

-about 2 litres total of a miz of lemonade, sprite, ginger ale, and coca cola

- 5 bread rolls with melted cheese and butter

-uncounted handfuls old candy I still had from Halloween....

I didn't even realize I'd been eating so much, but I guess since it was all over the course of about a day (9 hours-ish?) It was gradual enough that I didn't realize I'd gone overboard until the end. I remember reaching for the next thing getting ready and thinking "wow i wonder how much ive eaten" and seeing that the answer was all of it. I was wearing an elastic tank top, and I looked down and holy shit I looked pregnant. The tank top is kind of long but there was maybe an inch of belly sticking out from underneath naturally, and the tank top itself was like vacuum sealed tight to my skin!

This is where stuff gets crazy. I put my hand on my stomach to rub it and I could feel it churning under my hand, from the inside ofc and through my belly. I'd been burping throughout the whole stuffing absent-mindedly, but now that it was all setting in, I felt like I was going to puke. I couldn't even feel nauseous at first, it was just PAIN in my middle and I could barely get up. I'm so glad I was alone because I was moaning and rubbing my belly with both hands, holding it as I tried to get up. I could feel myself bringing up burps with every exhale, they were like.. soft and quiet but also really deep and sick, coming out with every breath, like "... urrrrrrp.. hic-hurrrrrp... uurppp. ur-urrp... hic-hUuuurrrrrrrrrp..." and with groans after each one lmao. I made my way to the bathroom eventually and sat by the toilet, sure I was gonna be sick, but I wasn't. I almost wanted to be, but I think I was just too scared to puke. So I sat back against the tub, facing the toilet, my whole body was covered in a cold sweat atp and i was rubbing my belly, and I could feel every single rumble as it ripped through my stomach and rose up as a belch. I couldn't stop burping like I was just about crying on the bathroom floor, bloated as a tick, belching helplessly. After a few minutes the burps started slowing down, but they were much more wet when they did come up. I think the meat and lactose was probably digesting now because I actually started to feel queasy. I started holding in my burps in fear that the food might come up, but then the air started xoming out the back. Starting with small short toots, leading to nauseous farts that, much like the burps, WOULDNT STOP. I was uncontrollably farting, small short bursts every few seconds and idk how to describe it but the farts felt pukey somehow. My stomach was churning like crazy and I could hear it from the outside (still felt intense as I rubbed it too). All the while the original belches never really stopped, so I was just on the floor, gas from both ends pouring out. My stomach was so hard and tight it felt like a bowling ball attached to me and my shirt was so tight it was so hot in hindsight but I felt like I was dying in the moment. Anyways I eventually fell asleep on the floor, woke up feeling sick, burped and farted next to the toilet again and tried doing the doggy-style yoga pose (best that I could, anyways, with my bloated upset tummy still filled with rotting undigested Thanksgiving leftovers) and kept farting until out of nowhere I almost shat myself, I think the position I was in moved the air along but the air took some stuff with it, so now I had to abandon that and sit on the toilet with a trash bin next to me because I couldn't fit it between my legs (my tummy took up the room lol) and it was mostly just me being sick from both ends, along with super uncontrollable rumbly burps and farts that just would not ever fucking stop.

Once it was all out things went back to normal, other than me being really gassy for a few more days.

I will let my uh *cough* community have this 😳🥵

[pumpkinsy0]

sick pony hcs and people taking care of him because i think some FUCK ASS MF got me sick (sore throat and racing heart survivor rn) and i can not DEAL

we all sick rn, i was sick yesterday, my sister sick, we all just strugglin😭😭

•pony sneezes so damn loudly, he gets 2 sneezes of bless u’s before steve tells him to shut his mouth

•in this family, sprite IS ginger ale and thats what ponys been drinking that and gatorade (thats darrys idea)

•johnny just,,,,stares at pony, its to watch out for anything wrong, but i promise u if someone was staring at u like “⚫️-⚫️” u would feel uncomfortable n scared no matter what too

•pony could be struggling to breath and he still wants go look good, and thats where soda comes in, sodas always fixing up his hair and telling him he looks tuff (he dont but its ok ponys needs the emotional support)

•do u think pony takes showers not exactly bc he stinks but bc he can sneeze in there without covering his mouth n stuff and just b sick then clean himself after,,,,i think he does

•ponys like, the exact opposite of the kid who fakes being sick, darry has to force pony to not go to school and go lay down and get rest 😭

•two bit goes “here comes the airplane” to pony when its time for him to eat his soup and ponys never felt so humiliated in his life

•pony def mix drinked benadryl and nyquil and hoped he didnt die in his sleep, before, he didnt die, but the 10 minutes after he did???? he def felt like he saw his parents

•there was always this small poem his mom made and she would always say it when someone was sick, and none of the curtis bros rlly remember it, nobody from the gang either, however pony of course remembers most of it, and soda likes being #silly and making it a fun lil joke where he says a line thats CLOSE to the actual poem or just like, not close at all to what it was, to see pony smile

•at some point in time pony had a kitten sneeze and everyone would call it cute or tease him for it, pony never likes when ppl (darry, curly, soda, and two) bring it up

•pony kinda likes when his throat is sore bc it makes his voice sound more gritty, if u listen closely u can prolly hear him saying lines from wild west movies in the mirror

[lostinlovingrevery]

4, 9, 31 <3

HIIIII <3

4. Post a screenshot of one of your favorite comments

this is so hard to pick bc so many people have left SUCH amazing comments that i literally can't choose so i'm gonna grab one that made me LAUGH SO HARD

it was on a weapon x fic lol

9. Tell us your favorite thing to drink when you write

Soda...I drink soda. im terrible about it. I drink soda A LOT. Mountain dew, sprite, ginger ale, jones, jarritos you name it i'll drink it.

31. Which fic would you most like to see made into a movie?

oooooh.... Not that i've actually posted a chapter for this series yet, but He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Mutant - with the plot I have planned for it I think would be SUPER interesting as a wolverine movie.

Decieving Looks would be fun too! A X-men style movie but including Plant Mutant! Reader !!!

Thank you for asking <3 A Logan for you!

[brainemptynothoughts]

Strawberry Shenanigans

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple pocky game between you and Gojo. You were both bored and Gojo was the one who came up with the idea in the first place. It was a simple game meant to cure boredom but how did you end up straddling Gojo's lap, his arms around your waist as he stares at you with those beautiful blue eyes, a seductive look on his face!?!

Warnings: none, just intensive making out

word count: 4204

It was a hot summer day. Not unusual for Tokyo summer but today just felt hotter than usual. No classes today as it was the weekend. It was awfully boring. You had no plans today. Shoko was out exploring Tokyo cafes with her non jujutsu sorcerer friends while Geto went to the countryside to unwind and try the local speciality bitter green tea. Normally you would hang out with both of them but you didn’t want to disturb Shoko times with her friends and Suguru looked like he needed some alone time. (He is probably still mad after that prank you and Gojo pulled on him a couple days earlier). 

Your cute underclassmen, Nanami and Haibara were hanging out at a mall and you didn’t feel like interrupting their “bro time together” as Haibara called it. Your seniors, Mei Mei, were nowhere to be seen and Utahime was spending time with her family. Even your teacher Yaga wasn’t even on campus off, he was on official business, leaving you alone on this big campus. Gojo was where ever the fuck he was (he had a nasty habit of teleporting without telling anyone where he was going).

Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your shirt, you decided to go to a vending machine. Your throat was feeling dry and you needed a nice cool drink to cool off from this heat. As you walk through the empty hallways, you wish the AC was actually blasting cold air. But no it was the most room temperature AC ever. You actually made a complaint to Yaga about this before but he shook his head and told you sadly there wasn’t anything he could do about it. What a pity.

Your eyes light up as your spy the colorful vendings machines lined up against the walls. You walked a little bit faster, humming a light tune. Praise whoever invented vending machines, it truly is a life saving experience. You slowly walked past each machine, seeing if anyone would catch your eye. There were some boring ads pasted on but you ignored that. Tons of drinks options to choose from. Cola coke, sprite, mountain dew, ginger ale and some more. If there was one good thing you can say about this campus it was that the vending machine options were decent. 

Your eyes stumbled on neatly arranged rows of ramune. A pretty section of orange, green, red, blue, and white bottles. Hmm. What to choose? Maybe melon? That flavor was alright but it tasted better as an ice cream flavor in your opinion. Then it was like a lightbulb flashed inside your mind. Throat feeling parched you knew exactly what carbonated soda flavor you wanted. You pressed a button, inserting 100 yen into the coin slot. The machine gently pushed a red drink out a shelf, dropping it down. You bend down to grab it. Voila! In your hands was a strawberry ramune! Its light pink liquid makes you happy upon seeing it. You lightly shake it just cause you wanted to see the marble inside move. You praise yourself for this excellent purchase choice. 

Now here comes the fun part. Ripping off the plastic, you pushed the plastic cap down onto the marble watching it make a little plonk sound as it fell, the soda lightly fizzed up. You take a swing of the drink, making a little ah sound. It was sweet, a strong artificial taste of strawberry. Cool and refreshing, perfect for this hot summer day. You greedily gulped it down. You stopped drinking for a second, to remind yourself to not chug it all at once. Don’t want to get too many burps. 

All of a sudden, you feel something cold and wet against your neck. You let out a whelp and whirled around to see Gojo with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Yoohoo!” He said while waving casually with one hand like he didn’t just jumpscare you. You noticed on the other hand, he was holding that expensive plastic water bottle brand he liked. Typical rich boy. That must have been the wet item he must have pressed on your neck. Gojo loves playing pranks on you. 

“Oh it's just you,” you deadpanned at him. 

“Ehhh why do you say it like that?! Aren’t you happy to see your BFF?!” Gojo pouted at you. 

“Meh. You made me nearly drop my ramune,” you said, frowning at him. If it wasn’t for your years of training your reflex as a jujutsu sorcerer, you would have definitely maybe dropped your precious strawberry drink onto the floor and wept in sadness. Would have been a waste of your precious 100 yen. 

“Soo whatcha doing back here? I thought you teleported somewhere to escape this horrid heat.” 

“Wellll,” Gojo drawls out, “I was doing some sightseeing, got bored, decided to come back to see my favorite person. Aren’t I such a caring person?” You shoot him an unimpressed look. “Oi oi, you didn’t have to make that face,” he says. 

“I would have been fine on my own,” you replied, taking another sip of your ramune. 

Gojo slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “Aww you love me though.” 

“Do I?” 

“It would be impossible to not love this handsome hunk of a man,” he winked at you. 

You sighed, regretting not going with Suguru cause now you have to deal with Gojo. He is annoying, rude, and childish. But he does have sweet moments sometimes. You made a show out of checking out Gojo's body, “Hmm I think Suguru is more handsome.” 

He lets out a dramatic gasp, “How could you prefer that Buddha lookalike looks over me?!” His hand over his chest, pretending like he was truly hurted by that comment. 

“Well he is hotter than you. Boyfriend material if you asked me,” you took this moment to remove Gojo arm off your shoulder. 

He pouts, “I can be boyfriend material too!” 

You let out a snort, “Yea right. Whoever ends up dating you is gonna feel like they are babysitting an overgrown toddler.” 

Gojo whines loudly, “That comment was unnecessary! Name one good reason why Suguru is more boyfriend material than me.”

You pretend to look deep in thought, your hand resting under your chin in a thinking pose, “He buys me snacks sometimes.” 

“I can buy you snacks too!” Gojo walks away from you and presses a button on a vending machine. He quickly grabs the item he got and walks back to you. He takes your hand and places a strawberry pocky box. “Here you like pocky right? I think I remember you saying strawberry was your favorite flavor.” You blinked a couple times at the pocky to make sure your eyes were actually seeing this. Gojo being kind is strange. He wouldn’t normally do something like this. 

“Uh thanks?” You said hesitantly. You had a feeling something was up. You placed your ramune on a nearby chair. Gojo copying your actions with his water bottle. As you moved to open the pocky Gojo hand quickly snatched it away from you. “Eh?” You looked at him puzzled. He smiled, you recognized that smile. It was the classic Gojo “I do something for you and you need to repay me” type of smile. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I knew you wouldn’t do something nice for no reason.” 

“I’m sad that you think of me like that. I can be nice if I want to!” Gojo said. 

You catch a glimpse of Gojo eyes peeking out behind his black shades. It sparkled with mischief. “I will give you this pocky but on a condition.” 

“Nah I'd rather get my own pocky.” As you moved to a vending machine your back facing him. Gojo spins you around to face him. You took a step backwards, your back lightly hitting the glass screen of the vending machine. Gojo moves an arm to the side of your head. His legs are trapping yours. The man really just did a kabedon on you. His soft white fluffy hair brushing against your forehead. You stared at his black shades, feeling his warm breath. 

“Ok what do you want,” you asked Gojo boredly. 

“Play the pocky game with me,” he smirked at you. 

Whatever response you had instantly disappears after hearing that, your brain process coming to a screeching halt. That's suspicious. That’s weird. “Aren’t this game meant to be played by couples? We’re not a couple, dude.” 

He tilted his head, “Yea we not. But it doesn’t have to be played by just couples. You know, friends can play it too.” 

“Why don’t you play it with Suguru then?” 

He made a disgusted face, “Don’t wanna. Wanna do it with you. You're special.” 

You raise your eyebrows. The relationship between you and Gojo was strange. Gojo loves to cling onto you, annoying you every moment he gets while you tell him to fuck off. He is like a stray cat that randomly follows you. There was this tension between the two of you. Nanami once told you and Gojo to get a room. You remember venting to Shoko before at how annoying Gojo was. She chuckled and said it sounds like you love him. You honestly didn’t know what to describe the relationship you and Gojo had. 

Maybe friends? Close friends? You and Gojo exchange jackets and sweaters all the time. Gojo “accidentally” stealing your Cinnamoroll jacket multiple times. Close friends cuddle with each other too, yea? Randomly at night, Gojo barges into your room and demands you for cuddles. He would flop onto you while you scream for him to get off cause he was heavy. He would pull you into his chest, him being the big spoon and you the little spoon. It was just a platonic thing. Right? Like Gojo likes to feed you sometimes but it's just what really close friends do. 

A finger pokes your forehead gently, interrupting your thoughts. “What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Gojo murmurs. You try not to think how attractive his voice is. 

“Just thinking I could kick you into the balls right now and end your bloodline,” you replied, trying not to look at Gojo's stupidly handsome face. You do not have feelings for your best friend, you don’t. 

Gojo gently tips your chin to make you face him, “Like you could even get past my infinity.” 

You glare at him, “Maybe if I kick you hard enough, I could.” 

“I would dare you to try it but I would rather not hear you whine about your foot being in pain,” Gojo leans in even closer to you, his lips so close to yours. “You and I are both bored. Why not cure our boredom with a fun little pocky game?” 

You sighed, “If I don’t say yes right now, you're definitely gonna pester me later, aren’t you?” 

“Yup!” Gojo said way to cherrily. 

“Fine. I’m gonna win though,” you gave in. 

“Greaaaaat! Rules are whoever breaks or drops the stick loses! If you look away from me, you lose too,” he says gleefully. He rips the pocky packaging and places a pocky in his mouth. “Ready?” He mumbled. You roll your eyes at him and bite into the other end of the stick. You won’t gonna let Gojo win. So you decided to make a daring move. Staring deep at Gojo shades, you quickly chomp on the pocky, getting really close to his lips. His head jerked back in surprise. Your nose brushed against his nose as you took a final bite of the pocky, barely missing his lips. You moved your face away from Gojo mentally celebrating your quick victory. You battled your eyelashes at him, licking your lips, “Too easy.” 

Gojo was still for a moment, “.....Not bad. I admit you got me there.” 

You lightly tapped his chest, “Since I won, give me the entire box now.” 

“No,” Gojo replied back way too fast. 

“What do you mean no? I followed your rules and won fair and square.” 

“Weelllll,” Gojo shrugged. “That was only the first round.” 

“Ehhhh,” you said in disbelief. You really just wanted the yummy deliciousness that is strawberry pocky. It would go so well with the strawberry ramune. 

“Let's move to the chairs, my neck hurts looking down at you. Urgh why do you have to be short,” Gojo rubs his neck. 

You frowned hard, “I’m not short, you're just a giant.”

“You're so cute and tiny, I could carry you around all day,” he smiles cheekily as he ruffles your hair. You swatted his hand away feeling a tinge of annoyance. Gojo finally unkabedon you and flops onto a chair. He widely manspreads and gestures to you to come over. You sighed knowing there was no shortcut out of the pocky game, so it best to just get it over with. There were only two chairs, one was occupied with yours and Gojo drinks while Gojo was sitting on the other chair. 

As you move to go grab the drinks so you can put them on the floor, Gojo hand wraps around your wrist. You glanced at him. He smiles mischievously. 

“I have a better spot for you to sit on,” he gestures to his lap, “Sit here.” 

Your brain cuts immediately short circuited. There were no thoughts brain empty. You stare flabbergasted, eyes wide in shock, mouth wide opened. He did not just say what you think he said. It's a good thing you're not drinking your ramune right now or else you would have spat it out from shock. 

Gojo pets his leg, “Come sit on my lap.” He notices your shocked expression. “Whaaaat? I promise it's comfy.” You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. With a very devious look on his face, his hands wrapped around your waist and damn were his hands big, his hands perfectly enveloping your waist. Grabbing onto your waist, he pulls you onto his lap. He gently squeezes your legs and positions them on the sides of his torso. He sneakily wraps his arms around your waist to hug you. Gojo pushes his face into your chest as he stares up at you with the cheekiest grin. 

You were beyond speechless, your brain trying to process that you are straddling Gojo Satoru lap. How did your quiet afternoon end up like this?! Oh yea it Gojo after all. He always did somehow make a peaceful moment turn into chaos. 

“Why so speechless dear?” Gojo teases. You were pretty sure he was battering those stupid long pretty eyelashes under his shades. 

“Just wasn’t expecting you to be so bold babe,” you put the emphasis on babe. Occasionally you and Gojo would call each other pet names. Just what normal friends do. 

“You look so pretty sitting on my lap. We should do this more often.”  

Was Gojo always this flirty you wonder. “Let's just get this stupid game over with.” 

“Hai hai. Expect to lose this time.” Gojo removes his shades and throws them somewhere. He swipes back his hair and looks directly into your eyes. You couldn’t help but admire those gorgeous blue eyes of his. You could get lost in them but you would never admit that to Gojo out loud. Gojo shuffles you even closer to him, your chests touching each other. He places a pocky in his mouth. “Ready darling?” 

“Mhm.” Both of you start biting the ends of the pocky sticks. You decided to use the speedy tactic you used last round. Then something unexpected happened. Gojo winks at you and squeezes your hips. You choke and Gojo takes this to his advantage. He speedily bites down the pocky, his lips getting dangerously close to yours. 

“I won!” He cheered. You try to process what just happened. “Can you even do that?!” You blurted out trying not to blush. 

Gojo shrugged his shoulders, “Why not?”

“You-!” 

He interrupts you, “Since I won, call me by my name.” 

“Gojo?” You asked confused. 

“You know what I mean stupid. Satoru.” Oh. That was a simple request. You normally called him Gojo but sometimes you did call him Satoru. 

“K Satoru. There, did that make you happy?” 

“Yea,” he smiled at you. Woah there calm down heart. Satoru had no right looking that gorgeous. The sun was going down casting a beautiful golden hue over Satoru's messy white hair. His white tee accenting his broad shoulders. Those blue sparkly eyes that seem to resemble diamonds as they twinkled at you. His lips upcurved in a rare genuine smile showing off his cute dimples. Your heart only pounding because you admire Satoru aesthetics, not because of handsome looks. 

“Let's do one more round yea?” He asked you. “Final round out of three. Loser has to listen to the winner's request.” Finally that strawberry pocky box will be in your hands. You nodded. “Let's get this over with.” Satoru sensually places a pocky in his mouth. He cockily grins at you. Your eyes narrowed at him. This was his way of taunting you. The two of you started biting down onto the pocky ends. This round the biting was much slower. A part of you didn’t want this game to end too soon. It felt as time slowed down. It was just you and Satoru at the moment. Eyes locked onto Satoru, barely blinking. You can feel every part of him. His muscular thighs, the 6 pack abs hidden under his tee, his big hands gently pressing onto your hips. You were too busy concentrating on him, you barely noticed Satoru took the final bite, making him the pocky game winner. He pulls away from you, licking his lips. “Oohh looks like you lost.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “Congrats. What do you want?” 

“Can I kiss you?”

“What.” 

For the third time, Satoru made your brain go haywire. 

“Wh- what did you just say?” You asked to make sure you're not hearing things.

“Can I please kiss you?” 

You stared at him. He looked serious. Too serious. You laughed nervously, “Oh this must be a prank right haha? Where the camera?”  

“Mhm not a prank. I want to kiss you,” Satoru bluntly said. His eyebrows were furrowed, lips pressed tightly. He was actually serious, the heck. 

“Why? Aren’t we..just friends?” 

“Are you stupid?”

“Wha?” Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. 

“Do friends flirt with each other all the time huh?” 

“YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH ME? SINCE WHEN?!” 

Satoru sighs, “I thought I made it fairly obvious.” 

“I uh thought that was typical Gojo behavior.” 

He frowned, “Do I have to spell it out for you? I gave you expensive gifts, took you out all the time, call you pet names, fuck I was even being clingy, lovely dopey and shit and your telling me you thought that was just me being friendly?” 

“Yea?”

He groans, “Why did I fall for a dumbass like you again?” 

“HEY,” you snapped, “But since when did you start having feelings for me?”

“Maybe when I saw your cute ass in those tight jeans you like to wear?” 

“WHAT THE FUCK,” you screeched, madly flustered with an intense blush on your face. 

“Kidding! Don’t really remember how it started. Just somewhere along the way, I knew I liked you.” 

“What do you even like about me?” You weren’t ready at all that your long time friend who you had a crush on like you back and he even confessed first. 

“Hmm,” Satoru tilted his head like an adorable puppy. “I can name off a lot of things. I like how you sing in the shower, you're always looking out for others, you're sweet, too pretty for your own good, how you love to collect cute things. I can name a lot more buuut-” he grins at you. “If I say anything more, I think your face gonna explode off.”  

You were bright as a tomato. You bashfully hide your blushing face behind your hands. Satoru took your hands away from your face, “Come on now, don’t be shy. Let me see the person I fell in love with.” Fuck. Fuck. Your heart was so not prepared for this. Your heart was beating so fast, you could hear it pounding hard. Satoru leans into you, whispering into your ear, “I know you love me too.” He grins. 

You groaned, “Was it that obvious?” 

“Yup!” He says popping the p. 

“Ugh. Now I feel like a damn fool.” You wish the Earth could just swallow you whole right now. 

“It was cute really seeing you pretend like you didn’t love me,” he teases. “Soo how bout that kiss hmm?” Satoru's voice drops to a deep tone. You breathe in and out slowly, thinking of all the times you wanted to kiss Satoru. You mustered up the courage and grabbed Satoru's collar pulling him to you. You press a kiss against his soft lips. All of those times you spent daydreaming kissing those beautiful lips of yours finally came true. Satoru eyes widen in shock seeing you take the first move, mouth open in an O shape. It was a short kiss, merely a brief second. 

“Heh,” Satoru chuckles, “You call that a kiss? Let me teach you how to actually kiss.” A hand softly cups the back of your head as he moves to press his lips against yours. You whimper and he takes this to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores the caverns of your mouth. His tongue intertwines with yours. His breath was hot, his forehead against yours. His other hand gripping your waist to keep you steady on his lap. Your bodies pressed together, flush and hot. You let out a moan as Satoru lightly bites your lip. After a couple minutes that felt like forever, Satoru pulls away from you. Your chest heaving up and down as you pant for air. 

Satoru lazily lips his lips as he looks at you with his hooded eyes filled with desire. His hand swipes away the drool from your lips. You didn’t even realize you were drooling. “Mhm you taste like strawberry,” he says in a delighted tone. 

“Well no shit, Sherlock.” 

Satoru laughs, “There's that cheeky mouth of yours I love! I kiss you real good huh. So good, you're drooling.”

“Shut up!” You wiped your mouth in embarrassment. Satoru was actually a pretty decent kisser, better than you thought. His hand traces your neck, “Let me mark you here. Let the world know your mine.” 

Your breath hitched. Satoru's eyes swirled with lust as he locked a heavy gaze on you. You pressed your forehead against his. “Always been yours.” You murmur in a low voice. Taking that as permission, Satoru moves your shirt to the end of your collarbones. You feel his hot breath as your skin tingles with anticipation. Satoru starts pressing light gentle kisses. He leaves a trail of kisses. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly using the back of the chair to press yourself even closer into him. He finds the nape of your neck and starts circling his tongue on a certain spot. He parts his lips slightly and starts to suck. You let out a small whimper, your hand grasping his hair for support. Satoru starts to suck harder, using some teeth. He bites your neck but no to hard. He kisses your neck in brief intervals, sucking, licking, and repeat. 

Satoru pulls his lips away and admires his handiwork. A small red bruise like a mark slowly starts to form. Satoru being the insatiable man he is moves to the other side of your neck and gives you being the entire man. The entire time you were feeling incredibly aroused letting out soft moans. After a couple of minutes, your neck was decorated by blue, red, and purple dots. “Hm pretty good if I do say so myself,” Satoru smirks in a cocky tone. 

“How am I going to explain this to the others……” 

“You don’t!” 

Satoru brushes his nose with yours, giving you a couple more playful kisses on your lips. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I love you so much you know?” He confessed. 

“I can’t believe you confess first damn it.” 

“Well one of us needed to do it eventually and it was me.” His thumb teases your lip. “ Open up.” You confused did what he said, slightly opening your mouth. He puts a pocky into your mouth. “Oh so you finally remember to give me my pocky!” 

Satoru snickers, “No thank you?” 

“Nah. You don’t deserve it.” 

“Fair. By the way, there was a bet on us who was gonna confess first.” 

“Really? Let me guess Shoko started it.” 

“Bingo! Once they come back, I’m going to cash in on my winnings!” 

“Wait, you betted too??? Give me some, I'm broke, you don’t need more money, rich boy.” 

“Sure sure. But I can do you one better. Next week you're free right? Let's go on a date. I treat ya.” 

You fistpump the air in excitement, “Yes!” 

Part 2 here!

[dragon-seahorse]

I love sprite and cherry syrup mm yummy apparently it's called a shirley temple

(my stomach hurts)

And a Roy Rogers is Coca-Cola,Grenadine and a Maraschino Cherry! It was named after American Actor and Singer Roy Rogers in the 1940s because he was popular at the time and he famously didn't drink Alcohol.

As for the Shirley Temple it was named after the famous child actress Shirley Temple. From what I looked up it was possibly named after her because her and her family went to a fancy restaurant. Where her parents got fancy cocktails and the bartender decided to make a non alcoholic one to help make Shirley feel fancy too.

Also I'm sorry about your sore stomach maybe try drinking some Ginger ale or lay down on your back for a bit?

[inflatabletoy]

The sprite & bananas would probably be best for you cause it's soo much easier to get the bananas down. Alka seltzer tablets you'd probably be in the same boat as with the mentos. The pill capsules is probably a 50-50

I’ve tried the banana one plenty of times too, I like ginger ale but I usually use sprite haha

[redactedwriting]

have a NASTY ass stomach bug rn (doesn't help that i'm emetophobic) and need dallon to comfort me sighhh dallon call me

i hope u feel better soon !!!

dallon would bring u ginger ale or sprite or whatever drink you like to have when you have a tummy problem, and he'd feed u crackers and easy light food, just to make sure you eat at all. he'd let you chill in bed alone because he knows sometimes thats what you need when you're sick, but if you ask him for cuddles, he would happily oblige to that too. ough. he'd be so good and caring to you..dallon call this anon or else

[fanficwriter284]

Most overrated drink in everyones opinion

“Those damn Prime drinks. Gatorade is far superior”

“Ok I’m just gonna say it. Pepsi is overrated. If we’re talking about bar drinks Martinis and Anne’s asleep but she agrees. She’s more a of Coca Cola girl.”

“Hm…good question….I think Mountain Dew. It’s not my favorite. And I don’t understand it’s popularity”

“I have no opinion on the matter”

“I feel like Sprites over rated. It tastes too much like ginger ale”

“…that’s you’re opinion”

“Don’t kill me but for me the Orange Fantas are overrated”

“…..”

“Yeah I gotta agree with that”