#and a can of nestea

[sucktacular]

I ordered chicken wings like two days ago and my "I need chicken wings or I'll tear myself asunder" meter is already peeking again 😫

[hearty-an0n]

my main issue in life is that there’s not enough tasty drinks being sold in large quantities

[starleska]

Hear me out because I was reminded of him: the creepy ass snowman from the weirdly suggestive Nestea Cool Iced Tea commercials ⛄🧊

every day i wake up and log onto this godforsaken site and every day you manage to outdo yourself with the most unhinged character suggestions i've ever seen 😭😭😭

i have so many questions!!!!! namely, why does he have a skeleton?!?! but secondly - are you okay. do you need me to call someone

[cremsie]

any canadians out there know a brand I could get some sweet tea from over here its all tooooo sweet here and I crave my iced sweet tea flavor

[bluepoodle7]

#Nestea #NesteaCoolCannedIcedTea #NesteaCoolSnowmanMascot #GifsAndGifVideos

I wanted to make a gif video of the Nestea Cool snowman mascot.

https://gifmaker.me/video-to-gif/viewimage/20240924-18-AhfL1bTOmF2PEaKw-yKiK2c-HNET

Nestea Cool - Traffic (2003, USA) (youtube.com)

[saeist]

for the first time, reo felt a little conscious at nagi's half lidded stare.

was he too obvious? did nagi read him? did nagi figure out that you two were in fact dating and is keeping it a secret? did nagi somehow hacked his icloud and looked at the pictures you took together? did nagi—

"weird" nagi mutters under his breath, turning his attention back to his phone. reo feels like his heart is gonna jump out of his chest. for a second there, he thought nagi was gonna say something about your relationship.

zantetsu then clears his throat, making reo jump out of his seat. his knee bumping into the table.

"what's wrong with you today, reo?" nagi asks, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

"nothing" reo answers, a little too quick for his liking. he winces and braces himself for the next follow up question nagi would typically have.

instead, nagi yawns and continues on with his game. promptly easing reo's nerves for the mean time.

that is until zantetsu speaks up.

"that hoodie seems awfully familiar, reo" zantetsu notes, fingers under his chin and looming over the table to take a closer look at reo's article of clothing.

to reo, fooling zantetsu would be a piece of cake. he can just say some blatant lie that he has probably seen his hoodie from advertisements he sees all over shibuya or from his phone–

"yeah, i think y/n has the same one" nagi butts in sending reo over the edge.

and speak of the devil, you walked right up to their table, wearing the exact same hoodie.

“hey guys!” you happily chirp, taking the seat next to nagi, across from reo, who looked like he just saw a ghost.

nagi lets out a snort, although it sounded like a sigh if you were being honest, “told you”

“what?” you asked confused, looking down at your outfit. was there something wrong with what you were wearing? you then locked eyes with reo and his hoodie caught your attention.

you’ve unintentionally matched with reo today. ‘fuck. we’re screwed’ you think to yourself.

“there’s no need to hide your relationship, we already know” nagi says, again, not looking up from his phone. lowkey enjoying the awkward atmosphere at the table. zantetsu makes a confused noise, totally unaware of the relationship.

nagi sighs. “or at least i know about the relationship, unlike baka-zetsu over here”

you can only giggle at zantetsu’s protest to nagi while reo continues to be mortified

reo covers his face in embarrassment. he went all through that hiding fiasco only to find out nagi knows about your relationship all along. you can’t help but giggle at reo’s reaction. little did reo know, you told nagi just a few days ago

bonus:

“you- how did you find out?” reo asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

nagi shrugs, taking a sip off his nestea before pointing back his finger at you, “y/n told me”

reo almost had a whiplash with how fast he turned his head at you. “y/n!” only to be met back with you throwing a peace sign at him

[indigobrushpen]

alone together

Felicia was curled up on the couch when you finally got back home, and she had a stomach ache.

She didn't tell you this, but you sorta knew just by looking at her- her pale face tight with discomfort, her lips pursed into a grimace, her large belly pressing against her dress, her hands resting over the swell-

And the fact that the dinner party she was supposed to be at didn't end until an hour later from now. She was still in her fancy blue dress.

"Hey," you called, kicking off your shoes. You made your way to the living room and Felicia gave you a tight, almost fake smile.

"Hi," she said, struggling to suppress a grimace. You spotted the large empty soup bowl and an empty Nestea can- and some napkins and crumbs - on the coffee table, and you thought, Oh.

" 'S everything alright?" you asked, sitting next to her. Felicia fidgeted, half-surprised.

"Hmm? Oh- oh, no, I'm perfectly- oooooh."

She was cut off by a sudden, thick gurgle. Her whole face twisted briefly, and she clutched at her stomach, taut and large and swollen.

You placed a hand on the small of her back, prompting her. There was a short silence, and then-

"...I really am okay," Felicia said unconvincingly. "It's just- mmh - my- my tummy just hurts a little bit, that's all."

"The dinner party didn't go well?"

Another fierce, sloshing gurgle. Felicia winced.

"No, no- it- it went well, just- I might've overdone it on the snacks," Felicia tried to smile, but another sharp ache must've run through her because she immediately grimaced. "I- oooh, that's not good..."

You'd seen Felicia at dinner parties before, and the picture was clear in your mind- Felicia downing plates of appetizers in secret, wolfing down her bowl of soup- feeling full and trying to wash it all down with dessert- feeling so abruptly full she couldn't move-

You gently pressed a hand against Felicia's stomach. She groaned a little, and you frowned at the intense bubbling pressure.

"Wow. You're really full, huh? You got a tummy ache?"

"Y-Yeah, I- mmh. Honey, can- can you get me something to drink?" Felicia asked, voice strained. "I-I don't think the Nestea helped much."

"You want water, Coke or Sprite?"

"Mmh- Sprite, please."

You didn't have any Sprite cans, but you did have a quarter of a two-liter. You poured that into a tall glass, snagging an antacid pill along the way (just in case).

Felicia took the glass and smiled gratefully when you returned- though it was a little strained. With one hand resting over her stomach, she chugged the contents in a few gulps.

You watched, transfixed, as she drank. The soda traveling into her pursed lips, throat bobbing with every gulp, chest rising and falling, stomach trembling, pushing at the seams of her fancy dress.

She pulled away shakily, sighing with slight relief, and you took the glass from her hand to set it on the table.

"Thank you," Felicia mumbled. "That helped, I should feel so much better after-"

A sudden, loud gurgle. Felicia's belly protested violently, and Felicia froze.

"After- oooooh," she doubled over slightly, curling in on herself, discomfort on every feature. You immediately put your hand on the small of her back again, rubbing up and down to soothe her.

"Felicia?"

"Ooooh- I- oh, no," Felicia groaned. "That's really not good..."

"Here," you said, bringing your other hand to rest over Felicia's belly. "Let me help?"

Felicia looked slightly confused, but nodded shakily, trying to suppress her pained grimace.

"How- mmh-"

You began to rub firm circles over the plush expanse of Felicia's belly, occasionally switching to stroking up and down. Your hand remained firm against the small of her back, applying extra pressure.

Felicia sighed, slightly contented- and then her tummy gurgled again.

"Ohhh, no," Felicia whispered tightly. You pressed more firmly into her tummy, and she briefly squeezed her eyes shut. "I- I- oooh, my stomach-"

You rubbed a little too firmly. there was a slight gurgling sound, and suddenly Felicia surged forward and belched loudly.

"BHHHHUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHPPPP!"

It took the both of you by surprise- loud and nasty and probably painful. Felicia's stomach must've really hurt, if she had that much trapped gas- and probably more left.

But before you could even say anything, Felicia clapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide. She looked mortified, face going red.

"...'Scuse me," Felicia managed after a few moments of silence, hands hovering near her mouth.

She looked really, really embarrassed, and she was clearly still in pain, and you knew better than to tease her.

"...You feel any better?"

"What? Oh, mmh- yeah," Felicia said quickly, turning to look away. "I must've cleared up my stomach after... that. Uh, I-I should go and rest, I- mmph!"

Her tummy gurgled, and Felicia clamped her mouth shut, swallowing back a surge of air. There was a slight sloshing sound, and Felicia's face tightened.

"Hey, hey- don't hold back," you urged, rubbing her back. "You'll hurt your stomach. Come on, I'll help."

"H-help?" Felicia hiccupped.

"You need to burp, don't you? Come on, I know that face. Here, I've got you. Go on."

Felicia fidgeted, lips pursed. "You- you aren't grossed out?"

"Of course not," you said. " 'S just a bit of gas, and it'll make you feel better. Go on, it's just me."

Subconsciously, you began to massage her taut, aching stomach- rubbing in wide, soothing circles.

Felicia shakily opened her mouth to respond. "I-"

She made a funny face, placing a hand over her chest. "I- mmh- BHUUUUUUUUURRRGGGGHHHHHPPP! Mmh! 'Scuse me..."

"Feel better?" you said, grinning slightly. Felicia blushed, but nodded.

"A- A little," she admitted sheepishly. She still looked mortified, but a little less uncomfortable. "I- I, uhm-"

"Still need to burp?" you said knowingly. "Man, that soda really-"

"Can you rub my back?" Felicia blurted out. Her belly gurgled, and you absently rubbed at it a little. "I- I just- I'm sorry, but I... I feel something stuck and- and I really don't feel good."

She looked even more mortified than before.

"Don't be sorry," you said immediately. " 'Course I will."

You rubbed her tummy a little more, just to soothe her nerves. With your other hand, you began to stroke generously up and down her back. After a few moments, Felicia seemed to relax a little, her shoulders loosing some of their stiffness.

Her tummy gurgled, though not as loudly as before. Felicia grimaced, then belched.

"BBUUURRRRRGGHHP! Oh, 'scuse me," She daintily pressed her fingers to her mouth, just as you began to pat her back with just a little too much force. Her belly gurgled.

"Mmph- BHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRGGGHHHP!"

Felicia slapped a hand over her mouth by instinct.

"You're excused," you teased, rhythmically patting her back, and Felicia giggled sheepishly, somewhat less nervous. "But you better say it, just in case."

"Excuse me," Felicia said, a hand on her chest. Then her eyes went wide and she burped loudly, and then, to your delight, she giggled even louder.

"E-Excuse me!" She laughed. "That just- that just slipped out!"

You snickered, patting her back, pressing gently against her stomach. "Damn. What else have you been keeping in there?"

"Probably a bit too much soda," Felicia said jokingly. Her nose twitched and you patted her back again. Felicia belched, but much more quietly.

"BHUURRGGGHP! Mmmh. 'Scuse me. Oh, that last one felt weird, it sort of tickled my throat."

She slumps against you, exhausted. You resume patting her back.

"How's your stomach?"

"My tummy feels a lot better," Felicia admits. The red blush on her face from her previous mortification is still prettily dusted across her cheeks. "Thanks, honey."

"Anytime."

[rachellaurengray]

For the girlies who KNOW that drinking their calories is a silly thing to do (with exceptions from time to time of course!) I've compiled a list of 50 sugar-free drinks under 80 calories that are widely available pretty much anywhere so you can make EASY, quick... Yet MINDFUL decisions when you are quenching your thirst this summer.

1. Gatorade Zero

2. Nestlé Pure Life Splash

3. Powerade Zero

4. Vitaminwater Zero

5. Propel Water

6. Bai Antioxidant Infusion

7. Diet Coke

8. Diet Pepsi

9. Coke Zero Sugar

10. Pepsi Zero Sugar

11. Sprite Zero

12. 7UP Zero Sugar

13. A&W Diet Root Beer

14. Diet Dr Pepper

15. Fresca

16. Diet Mountain Dew

17. Zevia Zero Calorie Soda

18. LaCroix Sparkling Water

19. Perrier Sparkling Water

20. San Pellegrino Sparkling Water

21. Spindrift Sparkling Water

22. Bubly Sparkling Water

23. Schweppes Diet Tonic Water

24. Canada Dry Diet Ginger Ale

25. Crystal Light

26. Lipton Diet Green Tea

27. Arizona Diet Green Tea

28. Gold Peak Diet Tea

29. Snapple Diet Tea

30. Lipton Diet Iced Tea

31. Brisk Diet Iced Tea

32. Fuze Slenderize

33. Hint Water

34. SoBe Lifewater Zero

35. Honest Tea Zero Sugar

36. Sparkling Ice

37. Polar Seltzer

38. Waterloo Sparkling Water

39. Cascade Ice Sparkling Water

40. Skinnygirl Sparklers

41. ICE Mountain Sparkling Water

42. Deer Park Sparkling Water

43. Dasani Sparkling Water

44. Aquafina Sparkling Water

45. Clear American Sparkling Water

46. Vita Coco Sparkling Water

47. Bai Bubbles

48. Nestea Zero

49. ZOA Energy Zero Sugar

50. Monster Energy Ultra

[bobcross1010]

RATING PJSK CHARACTERS BASED ON HOW POISONOUS THEY WOULD BE FROM THEIR HAIR (+ what their hair tastes like)

ICHIKA: 39/10. She's not poisonous. If I took a bite of her hair I think it would taste like water.

SAKI: 5/10. She has bright hair. She is very bright. But NOT colourful enough to kill me she's too sweet for that. Her hair would taste like strawberries (specifically the pink part. The yellow would taste like sweet lemonade)

HONAMI: 8/10. She'd give me a mosquito bite at most. I think her hair would taste like the bread they give you in Christian churches. People say that tastes like cardboard but I've never eaten cardboard how can I compare it

SHIHO: 10/10. Nope. Her hair tastes like dust

MINORI: 8/10. Not colourful. her caramel tasting hair is too cute to poison

HARUKA: 6/10. It sure is colourful, but not bright enough. Maybe she'll poison you a little bit. Hair tastes like blue raspberry

AIRI: 4/10. Solid bright pink. I think she'd get close to killing me tbh. Her hair would taste a cherry flavoured lollipop

SHIZUKU: 6.5/10. Pretty colour, but not poisonous enough. Her hair would taste like fresh snow :)

KOHANE: 9/10. Cute little blondie. light, but not poisonous. Her hair tastes like hair. Normal hair taste

AN: 9.5/10. Nope. Maybe the blue cuts it a bit close but she won't do anything to me. Her hair tastes like a blue raspberry SLUSHIE

AKITO: 5/10. He'd taste like weird tasting orange juice. The yellow streak is the cherry on top and I feel like his poison has a 50/50 chance of either killing you or giving you eternal life

TOYA: 7/10. His hair would taste like rain. Two toned, but not two sided. I don't think he'd poison me too much

TSUKASA: 5/10. Just like Saki. Bright, but not poisonous enough. His hair tastes like those peach gummies, hands down. Do not argue with me.

EMU: -2/10. Even BRIGHTER pink. She tastes like those raspberry maynards that I forgot the taste of. I's eat her hair and regret it on my deathbed

NENE: 5/10. I'd say she could poison me. Not too colourful, but bright wnough to cause me to take some hearts. her hair tastes like those little asian green apple hard candies.

RUI: -2057284938/10. Bite his hair and die IMMEDIATELY. My headcanon of biter Tsukasa does not mix well with this. A single LICK. ACCIDENTAL "oh you got hair in my mouth" AND YOU PERISH. YOU DIE. THAT MOTHERFUCKERS HAIR IS SO BRIGHT AND DISGUSTING JUST LOOKING AT IT POISONS ME. AUGH. AAA. OOOGH. UUAAGGH. UGH. I HATE HIM. HIS HAIR TASTES LIKE SKUNK SMELL. OR A BERRY FLAVOURED SKITTLE. ONE OR THE OTHER NO IN BETWEEN

KANADE: 7/10. Bright, but not extravagant enough. Tastes like cold hard ice from the fridge.

MAFUYU: 9.5/10. No. Not poisonous. But she's give me a mosquito bite. Hair tastes like that one raspberry drink from mcdonalds

ENA: 10/10. My queen. She poisons no one. Her hair tastes like milk chocolate.

MIZUKI: 1/10. Their hair tastes like cotton candy. Bite, chomp, it even melts in my mouth- then I perish.

BONUS (VIRTUAL SINGERS):

MIKU: 3/10. Her hair tastes like Nestea

RIN + LEN: 2/10. Way too bright. looking at it kills me. Tastes like sour patch kids

LUKA: 5/10. Tastes like a strawberry banana smoothie.

MEIKO: 9/10. Tastes like pancakes with syrup

KAITO: 10/10. Tastes like a blue raspberry flavoured popsicle.

[suntoru]

𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛

new year’s eve, 10:00 pm

you’re over there chit-chatting with all your friends, practically basking in everyone else’s presence. unbeknownst to you, a pair of scarlet eyes are watching you closely.

it’s a bit irritating that you’re so close to that damn deku, he thinks. he wants to blast the little runt for his audacity. but you probably would be mad at him if he did. besides, even the sight of your pretty face calms him down, he can feel his anger evaporating.

the way your face lights up at a compliment, your mouth curving upward when somebody tells a joke, it all just makes him want to explode. on the outside, his resting bitch face covers all other emotions, looking pissed while kirishima’s hand is lazily slung over his shoulder, trying to lighten his mood. but on the inside, he’s a mess. his palms are sweating an ocean, his heart feels like it’s exploding out of his chest, and the slightest reddish tinge coats his ears.

“you’re drooling again, bakugo,” kirishima teases. his face turns a subtle tinted pink at being caught. “fuck off, shitty hair. i wasn’t doing shit.” he snarls back. “okay, whatever you say, but they’re coming this way now.” sero chimes in. what?

suddenly he feels you hovering over his spot on the couch, head leaning inbetween his and kaminari’s. fuck, you’re so close to his face, it’s making him tremble a bit. “hiiiii everyone!” you beam at them. everyone else gives you a friendly welcome while bakugo makes a grunt to acknowledge your presence. “y/nnnnn, come sit with us! it’s boring without you!” kaminari whines as you giggle.

“sorry kami, i gotta help koda with baking. i just came over to say hi, but i’ll be back soon!” “awwww, okay, bye…” he waves as you leave the room. “a nickname? sheesh, do you and y/n have something going on?” sero whistles. bakugo’s eyes sharpen down on a certain pikachu, the atmosphere suddenly darkening, but the now nicknamed “kami” doesn’t notice it. “yeah, they’re really cute,” he sighs obnoxiously. what? he thinks you’re cute? a vein bulges out his head as his hands start to pop. “hey, does anyone else smell smoke?” kirishima asks.

“kami, you’re dead.”

11:00 pm

you come out of the kitchen to see a giant hole in the living room, kaminari nowhere to be seen. it smells like burnt carmel mixed with dust and gas, the fumes making you tear up. the hell? “what happened?” you worriedly look at everyone frantically as sero sips on his nestea. “oh, nothing, don’t worry about it.” he replies.

11:59 pm

everybody’s all gathered up, buzzing with excitement. you’ve got those goofy glasses with 2023 on them, and a matching party hat with everybody else. he sees kaminari approaching you, bandages all over his face as you’re visibly distressed at his scratches. he’s not going to kiss you… he wouldn’t try anything when he just sent him flying smack across the wall… right?

although, he is closer to you than normal, and he’s touching your shoulder causally. “FIVE!” oh fuck no. “FOUR!” feeling his legs start to wind up, he starts running over to you, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “THREE!” why did you have to be completely on the other side of the room? “TWO!” he darts over to where you’re standing, and pushes kaminari away.

“bakugo… what are you-” “ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” he pulls you towards him, planting a short but sweet kiss on your plush lips, your eyes widening along with everybody else.

[bbissuestm]

Do fish think they are flying?

Summary: on the last friday of the school year, your class decided to throw a party on one of your friends' parents club. There, you met the Morales twins.

Tags: fem!reader, underage drinking, twin au, spanish reader.

A/N: Milo is Miles from Earth 42 since its the one ive seen most. English is no my native language so please have it in mind T^T. OH AND THERES NO SMUT, NO MATTER HOW SUS IT CAN GET (my friend said at one point it seemed that it was gonna turn +18 but its not).

You didn't go partying that much, you didn't like the ambient. Half of the time you went partying with your friends, all they wanted to do was get wasted. You weren't interested in that, you wanted to dance and actually have a good time, not drink until you couldn't remember your own name.

So, when your friends told you about the end of school year party, you weren't interested. They insisted on you going, though, saying that it was being held at one of your friends's parents club, one that you actually liked. They had a great mix of music there, all of the genres were ones that you really enjoyed. And they had some good spanish songs!

They promised to not get wasted and actually dance with you, so you agreed to go.

And there you were, in your favourite silk dress, dancing with your friends with a soda in your hand. In the distance, the Morales twins were observing you. While you were on the dancing floor with a few of your friends, they were leaning against the bar top, staring at you.

This was not their place, at all. But, when Milo heard you were coming, he forced Miles to acompany him. Tonight was the night he was going to finally speak to you.

However, the party had been going on for an hour already and he had not made any moves yet.

"Dudeeeeee" Miles let out, exasperated. "Just go and talk to her! Hell, look at her, I bet you don't even gotta talk, just go and dance with her." He said, turning around to his Nestea. "It ain't hard man..." he mumbled.

Milo forced his eyes away from your moving figure to Miles, scowling at him. "Motherfucker, you ain't one to talk. How'd go with that blonde, huh? Still got her hair stuck up your ass?" He asked, his eyes going back to you.

Miles groaned loudly, "What does that have to do with her? And, fuck you for bringing Gwen to this." Miles let out, thinking about the girl she's been missing for the past months. Milo looked back at him, watching as he fidgeted with the rim of his glass. He sighed, leaning farther against the bar top.

"My bad, it's just-!" He said, looking back at you. You were currently mouthing the words to Automotivo Bibi Fogosa while dancing with your friends, your silk dress moving with your body. "I don't know why, it's hard talking to her!" He said, pouting slightly.

Miles stared at him, raising an eyebrow. His brother was known for a lot of things, and his confidence was one of those things. Why were you making him so nervous? He brought the drink to his lips, thinking. "Damn, you must really like her, bro." Miles settled on saying, thinking about how he should be patrolling right now instead of being here. But, as Milo groaned and turned around to bury himself in his arms, he decided he had to stay to help the mess his brother was.

Miles smirked, leaning on his side to look at Milo. "Ok, man, listen. You're gonna go there, get in front of her, place your hand-" "If you tell me to do the 'shoulder tuch' I'm gonna take your arm and shove it up your ass until it's out your mouth." Milo interrupted him, still buried between his arms.

Miles stared at him, smacking his lips with a bewildered look. "O-kay." He said, turning back to his drink. A couple minutes passed like that, when a bartender stood in front of them.

"Hey, you've been here for a while. Why don't you go dance?" He said, while cleaning some glasses. Milo groaned, and Miles smiled at him, apologetically. "Girl problems." He said, finishing his drink. Milo glared back up at him, and the bartender laughed. "Well, I remember having those." He said, turning around to the liquor shelf. Both twins stared at him, raising an eyebrow. They looked at each other, curious, while the bartender poured something on two shot glasses. He then placed one in front of each other, smiling at them.

"This will help." He said, signaling to the drinks. Both twins straighten, Miles stuttering and Milo staring as if alarms had been turned on in his mind. "Oh, uh, we can't, man, we're, uh, minors." Miles let out, laughing awkwardly. Milo nodded in agreement, resisting the urge to down both drinks. Tha bartender laughed, and signaled with his arms to their classmates. "They all are, our boss is paying us to stay silent, so." He said, smiling and nodding his head to the drinks. The twins looked at each other, a silent question between them.

The bartender went away, having drinks to pour to already drunk teens. Miles shook his head at Milo, and Milo turned slightly, watching as you continued dancing and laughing. He grabbed one of the shots the bartender poured and downed it in one go, cringing slightly. "Milo!" Miles said, surprised. Milo shrugged at him, grabbing the other shot. "I've done worse things, Miles. Plus, it's just two shots, man, I'll be ok." Milo said, downing the other shot in front of a disaproving Miles.

As Milo finished downing the other shot, Miles stared at him, curious. "So? How's it feel?" He asked Milo, curious. Milo stood at his side, feeling the burn in his throat and his head lighten. He felt the music rumble his bones, the lights warming his skin. And he saw you, savouring all those things, moving your body against one of your friends'.

He turned to Miles, smiling slightly. "Feels like I'm getting her number." He said, punching his brother's arm playfully, and jogging to you.

Heaven and Back by Chase Atlantic was currently playing, and you were shouting the lyrics. All your friends had already gotten wasted, and they were all moving without rhythm as they kept drinking. You tried to ignore them and feel the music, with a soda in your hand.

You saw someone walking to you, a slight smirk on his lips. He walked confidently, his braids moving in sync with his steps. He was attractive, and he knew it. You admired that. You saw him mouthing the lyrics slightly as he got closer to you, and when you were close enough, you didn’t let him talk, you grabbed him by the wrist and made him move to the rhythm, your bodies crashing against each other rhythmically as you sang the lyrics.

He looked taken aback, but let you take control of his body. You stayed like that for the rest of the song, dancing and singing together. He seemed a bit self-conscious for the first seconds, but then got used to you. Once the music ended, you saw his lips moving. The music drowned all the noise he was making, so you got closer to him, pointing at your ear with your index. "Can't hear you, get closer!" You yelled, and signaled him to get down to your ear level.

He did, a bit stiff and awkward, but he yelled against your ear. "I'm Milo!" He said, and you smiled at him. You mirrored his movements, getting closer to his ear and yelling while bobbing your head to the music. "I'm Y/N!" You said, laughing slightly. "I know." He said, loud enough for you to hear. He seemed to regret that instantly, and you found it adorable. You stared at him, smiling. "You know?" You asked, teasing him.

You saw him get embarrassed, but covered it by grabbing your wrist and spinning you to the rhythm of the music. You laughed, loudly. Once you were facing each other again, you slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. "Lemme buy you a drink!" You said, leading him to the bar.

Milo's eyes widened as you did, but he led you to where his brother was once you were near the bar. Miles was now sitting in a bar stool with a large glass full of a clear liquid. He had his phone between his hands, typing furiously. You let Milo lead the way, and stood between him and his brother. Milo slapped the back of Miles’ head, and he startled, scowling at him. He went to hit him back but stopped once he saw you.

You stared as he smiled big at his brother, wiggling his eyebrows. Milo rolled his eyes but you missed it, realizing they were the Morales twins. "You're the twins!" You exclaimed. By the bar the music wasn't as loud as on the dance floor, so you didn't need to yell. They both raised their eyebrows at you. You laughed softly, leaning against the bar top. "Sorry, that must sound weird. You're kinda famous in my friendgroup." You made eye contact with a bartender, and he nodded as he smiled, taking notice that the boys had fixed their 'girl problems'.

Miles and Milo stared at each other, surprised. "We are?" Miles asked, taking a sip of his drink. You looked at them, smiling. "Yeah!" You said, and turned around so your back was against the bar top. Milo leaned on his side, watching you, and Miles turned his body a bit so he could see both the dance floor and you. You pointed at one of your friends, she was currently talking to another one with a bottle of alcohol on her hands. "She had a massive crush on you, our first days of school." You explained, looking at Miles. You laughed, turning around. "She wouldn't shut up about you, man. 'Miles this, Miles that'." You let out, laughing. Your friend had been obssessed with him by that time, after he had been obssessed with a guy over summer. She was one of those girls that always had a crush, and none of them lasted more than two weeks.

Miles looked at you, disbelieving, and Milo laughed. You turned to him, enjoying his laugh. "Yeah, right, as if someone would like him with a face like that." He said, smirking. You stared at him, thinking he was insulting himself. "Dude, we have the same face." Miles said, mumbling an insult in spanish. Milo turned to him and hit him on the head, Miles returning it. You let the twins play-fight behind you, as you finally had a bartender's attention. "I'll have a Soda, and, uh-" You turned to Milo, giving him a playful smack on his chest to grab his attention. He looked at you and the bartender with his wide eyes. "Uh..." He let out as he let Miles go, clearing his throat. he looked at the random names on the blackboard and settled on the first thing his eyes landed on. The price didn't matter, he was going to pay for the drinks anyways. "A... a Black Russian. Please." he said it slowly, the name new on his lips.

Both you and the bartender stared at him, unsure. The bartender, though, got to work. "Is it your first time drinking?" You ask Milo, without teasing or judgement. Still, he felt like he had to impress you, so he shrugged. "Not really, I-" Miles didn't let him finish. "It is." He said, and Milo glared at him. You laughed, looking at Milo. "Well, then," You said, wacthing as the bartender gave both of you your drinks. "good luck." You said as you brought your soda to your lips. You watched as he did the same, expecting him to cringe at the drink. Instead, he drank it as if it was water.

He felt satisfaction at the way your face showed your surprise. You turned back to Miles, "Are you sure it's his first time?" They both laughed at your phrasing, and you rolled your eyes. "Yes," Miles said, between giggles. "it's mine too." he said, taking a sip of his drink. You stared as he took a sip, and wondered what he was drinking. You felt Milo get closer to you, and mistook his jealousy as curiosity.

"What are you drinking, Miles?" You asked, smiling. You let the curiosity be shown in your tone, and he looked at you while drinking from the straw. "Water." He said, confused. You smiled at him, and raised your arm. "Could I have a sip? So much Soda is drying my throat." You said, smiling at him. You felt Milo placing his hand on your waist, desperate to have your attention. Perhaps he was drinking too much too.

You ignored him, as he had not made you uncomfortable, and took a sip out of Miles' drink, feeling the liquor burn at the back of your throat. You stared at the drink, mixing it while debating wether to tell him or not. You smiled at him, giving him his drink back. "Thanks, Miles." You sighed discreetly, deciding to stay here to look after both of them.

You felt Milo tighten his grip on your waist and turned to him. You smiled at him, and his scowl went away. "So," You said, looking at his now empty glass. "do you go out much?" You ask, curious. Milo took his hand back, suddenly flustered. "Not really our area." He mumbled, looking at a nodding Miles. You scoffed, with a smile on your lips. "Yeah, people say that." You turned around, leaning your back at the bar top, watching your drunk friends stumble between them as they tried to dance. The brothers looked at each other, taking in what you said.

Before they could question you, you hummed to the song that was now playing, lighting up when you recognized it. "Oh my god!" You said, looking at Milo and Miles. "Dama con fama y cama alta gama, corazon partido." You sang, moving at the rhythm of the music. Miles and Milo sang with you, knowing the lyrics. Milo leaned against your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "Me llamo como el cantante. (I have the same name as the singer)" He said, proudly. You laughed, leaning against him. The song playing was Rara vez by Milo J. "Tienes razón. (you're right)" You answered, finding him adorable. You took notice of the new glass he had in his hands, as he looked at Miles in surprise.

"You know Spanish?" They both asked, surprised. You moved away from them, dancing. "Of course," you say, facing them. "I'm Spanish." You said, mumbling the lyrics to the song. The brothers looked at each other, surprise on their faces, and you grabbed their arms, pulling them to the dance floor. "Enough talk, let's dance!" You said, as the two let you lead them to the dance floor.

All three of you stayed like that for a couple more hours, them getting more drinks and you continue to drink your sodas and water as you kept dancing to the music. Though they were also getting wasted, they could at least dance while drunk, so you had fun.

After two and a half hours, though, they started to get a bit too drunk. "Do fish think they are flying?" Milo asked, while you were all waiting for more drinks. You made eye contact with the bartender, her stilling as Milo let his thoughts out. "I don't know, but I love you, man. I think I don't tell you enough." Miles said, looking at the brink of tears. You silently told the bartender to put water instead of alcohol, and she did so gratefully.

"Ok, well, it's getting late, maybe we should get going." You said, slipping some cash to the bartender. Milo looked at you, as if he hadn't heard you. "Think about it, the water is like air is like for us, right?" He said, words slurring. Miles looked at him, as if his mind was going meters per hour. "Dude..." Miles said, looking amazed. Milo looked back at him, as if he thought he was a genius. You calmly sipped on your drink, enjoying their bickering for a bit. "Right? And-and" he said, hiccuping. "they can see sand, were crabs are. They gotta think they flyin, man." He said, as if it were the most important topic. Miles motioned as if his head was exploding, making a little 'whoosh' sound. You laughed at their antics, grabbing them by their arms. Forget the drinks, you had to get these two home.

"I guess it has logic." You said, amazed at their drunk thoughts. Milo kept talking all the way out the bar, but his voice got muffled by the music. Miles answered from time to time, pretending to listen to his brother. His brother did the same. You rolled your eyes at their behaviour, with a small smile on your lips.

Once you were outside, they both linked their arms between yours, leaning against you to be able to walk. Miles was currently saying something about how much he loved both of you in slurred words, when Milo spotted a tree. You led them to a side-walk, stopping when you realized you didn't know where they lived. You turned to Milo, going to ask him for directions, but once he saw he had your attention he opened his mouth. "Do you think plants are farming us? They give us... they let o, oxygen for us until we die... and, and then, they use us as- then we turn into mulch and they consume us." You stared at him, processing it.

You turned to Miles after smiling softly at Milo. "Hey, Miles," you said, and he looked up at you, his vision blurred. "where do you live?" Miles looked at you, dumbfounded. A moment later, it looked like a lightbulb had been lit in his head. Milo looked the same. "Oh, towards there." They said in unison as they both pointed opposte sides. You sighed, running out of patience. As adorable as they were, you wanted to get out of the heels you were wearing.

Milo noticed your change in demeanor and separated his arm from yours, smacking Miles on the head. "Estás tan pendejo que no sabes ni dónde vives? (are you so stupid you don't even know where you live?)" Milo let out, annoyed. Miles looked at him with glimmering eyes. "Si sabo- uh... sepo, sapo...?" Miles started, looking at the distance, struggling with his words. You laughed, finding that adorable. "Se." You helped him, Miles light up and Milo scowled, jealousy filling his body. "Si sé dónde-" Miles started, his english accent thick on the spanish. "Si si, shut up already." Milo said, rudely. Miles roll his eyes, used to his brother's manners. However, alcohol seemed to make him defensive because he didn't shut up. "Well, at least I don't need alcohol to talk to a girl." Milo turned around so fast he almost fell, but you grabbed him and linked your arms again, following where he went. You weren't paying attention to what they were saying, thinking they were just letting out drunk thoughts.

"Fuck you." Milo said, seething. He didn't want to be embarrassed in front of you, he knew he was already going to regret this tomorrow morning. His tone brought your attention back to them, thinking they were going to fight, but you watched as Miles stuck his tongue out to a scowling Milo. Milo seemed to be thinking about hitting Miles, so you blocked his view of him with yourself. You nodded to the right right, "is it there?" You asked him, smiling. Milo's brain seemed to stop for a second, staring at you. You waited patiently for him to answer, and after a couple of seconds he seemed to get out of his trance, flustered. He nodded, but walked straight ahead. You laughed, letting him guide you.

"Do you-“Miles started, hiccuping "do you think mom will kill us?" Miles said, looking at Milo. "She isn't… there's no one home." Milo said, sure of himself. Miles sighed, relieved. He then pouted, lip trembling. "She's amazing, she deserves sons better than us." Miles said, Milo agreeing. Your eyes widened, watching as both of them saddened. The deep drunk thoughts were the worst, so you cleared your throat, awkwardly.

"Reading 'do not touch' in braille must be one of the scariest things." You said, trying to get the twins back to their dumb bickering. They both stayed silent, thinking. Milo looked up first, looking at you with a bright smile, it made your insides warm. "Bro, you're right." Miles then processed it, and looked like his mind had exploded, again. You laughed, watching as they both got back to these weird random thoughts. You interjected from time to time, saying things that made their floating minds explode.

You were all currently singing to Bad Bunny's WHERE SHE GOES when the twins stopped in front of a building, detaching themselves from you as they yelled the words to the song, between laughs. You stared as they attempted to get up the stairs, helping them when they stumbled. "We gotta blast it when we get inside, 'Lo." Miles said, talking about the song they were singing. Milo nodded, humming the rhythm as he struggled to get his keys out.

Miles turned back to you as Milo still struggled with his keys. You watched in desesperation, thinking that now you had to go back to your house. In heels and a short dress. You were definetely not getting home safe. "You heard that song, Y/N?" Miles asks you, smiling. You laugh at him, nodding. "It's amazing! I really like-" Miles hiccuped, bringing his hand to his chest. "Bad Bunny, I also like Andrea, the song." Miles says laughing and leaning against the railing, as Milo finally got his keys out.

You grabbed them from him, smiling at him when he pouted at you, and opened the door for them. Miles got inside first, yelling. "HOME SWEET HOME, WOO!!" You laughed as Milo rolled his eyes. Milo got inside then, turning back to you. You threw him his keys and went to turn around, but he stopped you. "Where are you going, ma?" You stopped.

Ma? The fuck? You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. "Um... home? Where else would I be going?" You said, blushing slightly at the nickname. Milo rolled his eyes, turning back and motioning you to come inside too. "Milo! Close the door!" You told him, making him turn back around. Before he could open his mouth, Miles appeared with a speaker in his hand, blasting Bad Bunny’s song. They laughed and started singing, but you quickly grabbed the speaker, turning the volume down. “Miles, it’s too late- early…? Whatever, it’s not a good hour to blast music!” You said, scolding him. As you said this, though, you heard the door close. You turned around, looking at a mischievous looking Milo. You stared at him, processing everything.

He smirked, placing the keys on a high closet that he was sure you couldn’t reach. He joined his brother, both singing to Bad Bunny, loudly. You sighed, pressing your hands against your closed eyes as you felt a migraine coming. You stared at the boys, leaning against a wall. You sighed, watching them dance and sing.

Well, at least they weren’t trying weird things with you. God, how’d you end up here? You sighed, taking your heels off. They trapped you here, so you decided that manners were useless right now. You placed the heels against a wall and approached the twins, turning the volume down. They turned to you, and they looked surprise. Miles got closer to you, comparing your heights. “Bro, you were taller.” He said, genuinely confused. Milo jogged next to you, and tilted his head, also comparing heights. You took a breath, controlling yourself. Milo scoffed, leaning against his brother. “You’re right, she’s a midget now, bro.” They giggled and you decided you’ve had enough. You punched both of their shoulders before smacking them in the back of their heads. “Ok, both of you, fuck off and sit down.” You said, pointing to the couch.

They did, one rubbing his head and the other rubbing his shoulder. They looked at each other, feeling guilty. Miles’ eyes seemed to be watering and Milo looked down, feeling bad. You sighed, softening. You rested a hand against your hip. “Where’s your kitchen?” You asked, tired. They looked up at you and pointed to a room. You smiled, watching them. They looked like puppies that had been kicked out. “Thank you,” you said, ruffling both of the brother’s hair, your hand lingering in Milo’s.

You headed to the kitchen and started looking around slowly, trying to not make a mess. You grabbed two glasses and pour water in them, you brought them back to the twins, who were now resting on the couch. They looked about to doze off, so you let the glasses make a soft noise against the table, startling them. They looked up at you, curious.

You smiled at them, motioning for them to grab the glasses. “Water, drink it.” You looked as they did so, both smiling at you. “Thanks!” Miles said, chugging the water. Milo looked at you with a smirk, slowly grabbing the drink. “Thank you, ma.” He said, teasing, and you felt your cheeks get warm. Your rolled your eyes and sighed. Miles made himself comfortable against the end of the couch and Milo left space between them for you to sit there. You hesitated, but sat next to him. The smile he gave you was worth it.

He leaned against the back of the couch, and you mirrored him. He placed his arm on the top of the couch, around your shoulders. You wondered if he’d do the same if he was sober. He started to doze off, but you had to go home. “Milo,” you said softly, as to no startle either of them. Miles was fast asleep so you didn’t worry about him. Milo turned to you, sleepily. You smiled at him, enjoying how he looked. “I should go home.” You said, apologetically.

He scowled, pouting slightly. “Why?” He said, childishly. You laughed at that, throwing your head against the couch top (and inevitably, against his arm). “What do you mean why? It’s where I sleep!“ You said between laughs. He smiled, memorizing your laugh. “Sleep here.” He said, and went back to dozing off. You laughed softly, shaking your head. You started getting up, careful to not touch Miles. “Nah, I can’t. C’mon, gimme your keys.” You said, but Milo made no move to get up. Even more, he blocked your way out, smirking slightly. You rolled your eyes and turned around. “That’s cool, I’ll just get a chair-“ you said walking away but you weren’t able to get far because Milo grabbed you by the waist and brought you back down to the couch, making you lay down between his arms.

You tried to turn around or get out, embarrassed. “Milo!“ You cried out, flustered. He shushed you, tightening his arms around you. “I’ve been waiting too long to talk to you, I am not letting you go so easily.” He mumbled, and you felt his breath on the back of your ear. You sighed, feeling your cheeks burning. You relaxed into his embrace, processing what he said. “What do you mean by that?” You whispered, turning around a bit to look at him.

Now he was embarrassed. He buried his face in your head to hide it and you turned back, smiling. “I’ve been trying to get your attention this whole year. A bartender gave me a couple of shots to gain the courage.” He said, burying himself further into you. “It helped.” He said, smiling. You rolled your eyes and turned over to him, surprising him. “That’s stupid. Just talk to me next time, there’s no need for you to get wasted in order to do so.” You said, scowling at him. He laughed, changing your positions so you were resting your head on his chest, an arm around your waist and the other over his eyes, covering the light. “Ok, I’ll have it in mind for the next time, ma.” He said, dozing off.

You sighed, staring at him. This had been the weirdest night ever. You smiled, thinking that it was also the most fun you’ve had the whole year. You grabbed your phone to send your mother a quick text that you were staying over your friend’s and got comfortable in Milo’s arms, dozing off too.

Bonus:

Rio took the keys out her purse, explaining something that happened at her shift to Jeff, who was nodding at her, showing that he was paying attention. It was almost 5 AM and they were exhausted. After their shifts, they had decided to go out for dinner, their sons having a sleepover at their uncle’s. They were also excited, having the house for themselves. “And, so, this woman from urgencies, comes, verdad? She comes, yelling and panting, and-“ Rio stopped, standing over her entrance door.

Jeff looked at her, attentive. “What? What’s wrong, were we robbed?” Jeff looked around, trying to see if anything was missing. Rio just pointed at your heels, with a murderous look on her. “Jeff. Those are not mine.” Jeff looked at them, raising an eyebrow. He honestly couldn’t tell, Rio had many heels. She huffed angrily, going to the living room mumbling insults and prayers in Spanish with Jeff behind her, matching her energy.

She stopped in front of the couch, watching all three of you sleep. Miles was sprawled on one end of the couch, snoring loudly. Milo was on the other end, both of his hands around your waist as you were on top of him, resting your head on the crook of his neck. Both twins reeked of alcohol and Rio and Jeff noticed.

They crossed their arms, looking at you. “They are grounded.” Rio said, angrily. “Oh, for sure.” Jeff said, scoffing. “Until college.” Rio said. “Mhm.” Jeff agreed, matching his wife’s energy.

[yurinaa-world]

What do you think Vash and Knives would order from McDonald’s

Characters: Vash and Knives

Synopsis: what they would order from McDonald's

Warnings: fluff

𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒽 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝒾𝒹 𝒯𝓎𝓅𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓃"

well of course vash would order a box of donuts but which one would be his favorite all of them there just so good how can he pick between them!! what drink well water, of course, have to live that healthy life.

I can see vash getting a kid's happy meal as well; he gets a small toy he gives to the kid at the table next to him.

𝒩𝒶𝒾 “𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈”

Likes Nestea Iced Tea...anything else.. no he would only go to McDonald's with Vash and only get that he doesn't like MC- Donalds only for their iced tea.

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[theangelcilla]

food diary: may 21

vanilla latte - 160 cal

half a yogurt cup - 100 cal

Tuna can - 150

black coffee with stevia - 0

zero nestea - 0

total - around 440🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

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just ordered some miracle noodles and sugar free sauce! 25 calories a plate, will show a pic when arrives and cooked🤍

[stanfordsweater]

This is related to a tag you wrote but. You used to eat WHAT

yeah i don't know why but when i was younger i would drink 6-8 cans of nestea iced tea and then rip the cans apart like a goat and eat some of the aluminum. i think i was supposed to die back then but nothing bad ever happened

[bluepoodle7]

#Nestea #NesteaCoolCannedIcedTea #NesteaCoolSnowmanMascotPlush #SnowmanPlush #MonsterPlush #MascotPlush #CannedIcedTea #Plushies #PlushPals

This is a Nestea Cool Snowman Mascot Talking Plush and it is a very rare item.

I didn't even know this mascot even got a plush let alone a talking one.

I remember seeing the ads for this mascot when I was little and thought this snowman was awesome since when it melts there was a skeleton inside then when the snowman drinks the Nestea cool it gains it's snow skin back.

I was not scared of this snowman when I was little and I thought it was neat.

This was back in the day that companies made merch of their mascots if they were popular or just because companies wanted to.

The plush says Cool me to the core with Nestea.

I'm surprised the voice box on this was mint.

I only pressed it twice and I wonder if I can replace the battery in this thing?

I did try this tea when I was little and it was pretty good but had a bitter kind of burn Nestea taste at the tail end.

I only had the lemon one and not the raspberry version.

I wish this tea and mascot could return someday since early 2000s are popular again.

This plush can't wear the toy glasses.

This snowman reminds me of that Campbell's Snowman ad and the Jack Frost 1998 movie.

Videos and coaster Image are not mine but links are there.

Nestea Cool Ice Tea - Snowman Commercial Compilation - YouTube

Campbell's Snowman - YouTube

Jack Frost - Trailer - YouTube

6 pcs old bottle coasters Nestea cool juice double side printed | eBay

The video of the plush talking is mine and this plush of this Nestea cool snowman mascot talks while in the ads the character just grunts and makes noises.

[such-a-barbarian]

Tag Game!

Thank you to @jrooc @mybrainismelted @lupeloto for the tags! It's been a wild ride of sickness after sickness in this household, so my tumblr scrolling/posting time has been limited recently. Logging in to see tags from internet friends is always nice!

iced coffee or hot coffee? neither. i hate coffee.

iced tea or hot tea? hot all the way.

lemonade or sweet tea? lemonade. Unless we are talking Canadian iced tea, which isn't actually iced tea? but also not really sweet tea? I don't know but I'll take a Nestea over a lemonade. haha

minty gum or fruity gum? fruity, if I need to - but I rarely have gum.

pasta or potatoes? potatoes! SO much more versatile! You can even make pasta out of potatoes if you want!

olives or pickles? eww. neither.

rice or bread? bread 1000 times over.

cookies or brownies? yes. both. always.

hand written reminders or phone reminders? I wish handwritten reminders worked for me, but if I actually want to do the thing I need the reminder for it needs to be on my phone.

jeans or sweatpants? sweatpants. It's wild to me that someone would prefer to be in jeans. wild.

flip-flops/thongs or slides? Slides.

paperback book or ebook? I mean my gut is to say paperback, but considering all the reading I've done for the past 4 years is gallavich fanfic I guess the true answer is ebook. lol

enemies to lovers or fwbs to lovers? Enemies to lovers!

only one bed or fake dating? one bed - accidental cuddles are *chef kiss*

hurt/comfort or whump? hurt/comfort

mutual pining or amnesia? mutual pining

canon compliant or alternative universe? I am a sucker for AUs

soulmate au or sports au? don't make me choose. I won't do it. These are my top two favourite AUs.

celebrity au or coffeeshop au? coffeeshop au

one-shot or longfic? depends on the mood really.

milkovich or gallagher? Gallavich?

I'm late to the game, as usual, but I'll tag a few anyway if you are so inclined! @tanktopgallavich, @krysmiss, @francesrose3, @transmickey, @iansfreckles, @iansw0rld, @zutaralesbian