Power Bite: A Natural Boost for My Smile and Confidence
Maintaining a healthy smile can be a constant battle, especially with a busy lifestyle. Sugary treats are tempting, and flossing sometimes falls by the wayside. I, for one, noticed a decline in my oral health - bad breath was becoming a concern, and my gums felt a bit sensitive.
That's when I discovered Power Bite Supplements - Health. Their focus on natural ingredients and supporting healthy teeth and gums caught my attention. After some research and a chat with my dentist, I decided to give Power Bite a try. Here's how it's positively impacted my smile and confidence.
Natural Ingredients for a Healthy Mouth
One of the things that drew me most to Power Bite was its formula. It boasts a blend of natural ingredients traditionally used for dental health. Calcium Carbonate strengthens tooth enamel, the hard outer shield protecting my teeth from decay. Wild Mint keeps my breath fresh, while Xylitol, a sugar alcohol, fights cavity-causing bacteria.
These natural powerhouses, along with Zinc for immune support and Clove Oil Extract for occasional gum discomfort, provide a well-rounded approach to oral health. Knowing I'm not putting harsh chemicals into my body gave me peace of mind.
Fresher Breath and Increased Confidence
Within a couple of weeks of incorporating Power Bite into my daily routine, I noticed a significant improvement in my breath. The natural minty flavour and the Xylitol worked wonders! No more awkward moments or self-consciousness about bad breath.
This newfound confidence in my fresh breath translated into a more outgoing me. I felt comfortable engaging in conversations and social situations without worrying about my breath being a concern. It was a small but impactful change.
Reduced Gum Sensitivity and Improved Overall Oral Health
Beyond fresher breath, Power Bite also seemed to have a positive impact on my gum health. The occasional sensitivity I used to experience when brushing or flossing lessened significantly. My gums felt firmer and healthier overall.
While Power Bite isn't a replacement for proper brushing and flossing, it definitely feels like it's giving my oral hygiene routine a natural boost. I find myself smiling more confidently, knowing my breath is fresh and my gums are healthy.
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Power Bite comes in a convenient chewable tablet form. The pleasant minty taste makes it a refreshing addition to my daily routine, and the dosage is clear and straightforward – just one chewable tablet a day. It's a simple way to incorporate this natural dental support into my busy life.
A Natural Smile Saver for Me
Power Bite Supplements - Health have become a valuable addition to my oral health regimen. They've provided a natural way to freshen my breath, reduce gum sensitivity, and boost my overall confidence in my smile. If you're looking for a natural approach to supporting your dental health, I highly recommend giving Power Bite a try. Remember, it's always a good idea to consult with your dentist before starting any new supplement program.
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and if yes, then for the taylor swift lyrics prompts: sambucky and nr. 13 and 14 (not necessarily combined, more so you can choose which one you like best or do both, i don’t know :)) 🩵✌️ btw I love, LOVE your sambucky f1 au 🫡
This is part of a canon divergence AU that I'm hoping to write more of this coming year. It just fit the spirit of the prompt, if not the letter of it, so I had to throw a little standalone prologue out there. Hopefully you'll see more of this soon!
13. never called it what it was
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
The voice comes from behind Sam, and he mentally congratulates himself for not jumping out of his skin in surprise. He knows that Bucky almost can’t help how quiet his footsteps are, but if Sam keeps getting snuck up on like this, his blood pressure is going to suffer.
“I know,” says Sam, and leaves it at that. He and Bucky have had this conversation a hundred times in the past two days, and the hundred and first is unlikely to be any different. He keeps his eyes on the lake in front of them and changes the subject. “Pretty sure it’s bad luck for us to see each other right now.”
“Pretty sure that only applies to real weddings,” is Bucky’s quiet reply.
Sam doesn’t know how to reply to that, so he doesn’t. He has the stray thought that they should work on the communication thing, maybe. His parents could have whole conversations in a single look across a room, in one touch of the arm. Sarah and Aaron would tie up the phone line for hours when they were first dating, even Sam and Riley had developed a language entirely their own.
In fairness, Sam thinks, those relationships had all had years to grow, and until forty-eight hours ago, Sam had no idea that he was getting married at all, much less to whom.
Privately, he thinks he might have jinxed it. After a five day period in which he’d re-materialized into existence, fended off an apocalypse, attended a funeral, and watched his best friend disappear to live seventy years of life without him, Sam had been certain that nothing could catch him by surprise anymore.
Then a woman in a crisp pantsuit had appeared at the lakeside property where they were hunkering down, carrying stacks of paperwork and photocopies of birth records from a hundred years ago. She’d sat down in a meeting room and reported to them what she’d discovered five years ago, right before being Snapped out of existence: that Bucky might have been from Brooklyn, but he hadn’t been born there, or anywhere else in America, and that the information had been easy enough to find that Ross’s people were sure to locate it as soon as the motion for a pardon was submitted.
It wasn’t hard to make the leap from there. Calling Bucky’s citizenship into question would be silly, but it would be enough of a distraction that Ross could mire the proceedings in bureaucracy and take Bucky back into custody in the interest of public safety. Sam didn’t imagine it would take too long for the paperwork to suddenly get lost after that, and with it would go any notion of Bucky’s freedom.
He remembered watching the Raft rise up out of the ocean for the first time. His whole life, the water had been home to him, but the desolation of that place had warped it somehow.
That’s what Sam had been thinking of when he wracked his brain for a solution. That’s what he’d been thinking of when he turned to the lawyer and asked, “Well, what if he was married to an American citizen?”
Bucky, who’d spent the entire meeting until now sitting concerningly still, had suddenly whipped around to look at Sam, eyes wide. He’d felt Rhodey’s eyes on him, too, but the lawyer hadn’t blinked. In a few seconds, she’d sketched out a game plan on a legal pad, laying it out on the conference room table alongside all the other options she’d presented.
The first ‘You don’t have to do this’ had come shortly afterwards. Sam’s response had been the same then as it was now.
He feels Bucky come to stand beside him, his left hand resting on the railing a few inches from Sam’s right. The gold threaded through the vibranium sparkles in the sun, and he has the childish urge to trail his fingers over it.
“I’m disappointed,” says Sam, just to stop himself from reaching out. “I would’ve expected Princess Shuri to make a flashy black-tie addition to your arm for the wedding.”
“She added strobe lights, but they only work when it’s dark,” says Bucky, dry as a bone, and it startles a laugh out of Sam.
“At least we know the reception will be fun.”
Bucky hums in what he assumes is agreement. It’s quiet again for a moment, but he can sense Bucky shifting uncomfortably and he knows that there’s more.
“While, um– while we wait for the strobe lights to kick in, she did make us these.”
A crown of flowers suddenly appears in front of Sam, jasmine and jacaranda woven together with some kind of vine. He gingerly takes it from Bucky’s hand.
“Is…is this traditional? For a Wakandan wedding?”
“No,” comes another voice from behind them, and this time Sam does startle, nearly dropping the crown in the process. They both turn to Princess Shuri, dressed for a wedding and grinning cheekily at them both. “They’re not Wakandan tradition, but they are the kind of thing that Americans do when they get married abroad. I thought it might make the wedding pictures more believable.”
Sam laughs and perches the crown on his head. “You really do think of everything.”
Shuri’s mischievous smile softens. “I’m glad you’ve joined us here, Sam Wilson,” she says. “Nobody else appreciates my foresight.”
“Putting a bluetooth speaker in my arm is not foresight, Shuri,” says Bucky. “It’s just the product of a weird dream you had after staying up for forty hours in your lab.”
“It could be both,” protests the princess, laughing, and Sam can’t help but look over at Bucky, tired of sticking to peripheral glances.
He’s got the flower crown on his head, too, purple and white just like Sam’s is. His suit is a deep burgundy to complement Sam’s rust colored brocade, and Sam can only guess that Bucky received a visit similar to the one that Sam got from Ayo this morning. He’d opened the door to his quarters to find her holding a garment bag. She’d offered it to him and told Sam that she would be honored to see him marry James—it had taken Sam a moment to remember that his husband to be wasn’t actually named after a college mascot from Wisconsin—in the reds of her tribe. Sam, who’d spent the morning missing his family something fierce, had almost been too overwhelmed to thank her.
Now, he can see that it was a two-pronged attack, and while Sam’s suit fits him pretty well, there’s clearly a tailor in Birnin Zana who had all of Bucky’s measurements stashed away on file somewhere, because the way that that jacket sits on his shoulders and hugs his arms could not possibly happen by accident.
When Sam manages to tear his eyes away, he only barely catches the end of Shuri’s sentence.
“...whenever you are,” she’s saying. “But I can stall, if you two want another moment here.”
“I think we’re good,” says Bucky. “How much time does anyone need to get ready for a fake wedding, anyway?”
Shuri tsks at him. “Perhaps you shouldn’t ask that question to someone who knows how long your spent on your hair this morning.”
Bucky makes a face at her, and Sam’s pretty sure that she blows a raspberry in response, but he’s distracted. Something about Bucky’s words feels wrong, even though all he’s doing is telling the truth.
He can’t get all caught up in that now, though. Instead, Sam turns to the princess. “I’m all ready to go, too.”
“Good!” says Shuri, clapping her hands decisively. “I’ll escort you in, Sam, if you will allow me. Bucky will follow shortly with Ayo.”
Sam tells Shuri that he’d be honored to walk with her and offers her his elbow, which she takes. They start to make their way to where the ceremony will take place, but Sam hesitates for a moment, looking back over his shoulder.
Bucky’s name comes out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Bucky’s gaze immediately lands on him.
“Yeah?”
It’s not a fake wedding, Sam wants to tell him. You marry someone because you want them to stay and I think you should be able to stay. That’s not fake; that’s as real as anything else.
But he loses his nerve and just taps the flower crown on his head. “Your crown’s crooked. Just so you know.”
“Oh,” says Bucky. “Thanks.”
“Yeah.”
They look at each other for another beat, and Sam is so sure that Bucky is going to say something, but then he looks away, reaching up to fix his crown, and all Sam can do is let Shuri lead him away.
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