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postersofleon · 2 months

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Wrong Age For A Babysitter

It's winter break. You went to visit your parents after a long time of seeing them. To your surprise, a guy who is your age says he needs to babysit you.

content: fluff and smut

notes: afab fem!reader, mentions of drinking alcohol, reader drinks it with leon. leon and reader are in their twenties. cute sex. second point of view to not have y/n, before the events of raccoon city, no mentions of holiday just winter. non canon lore of leon; this was suppose to be published in december, but I forgot about this.

taglist: @argreion

It was the winter holiday after a long time studying for finals, you went home to your parents home to visit them. At least for a while, but unexpectedly, your parents weren't home. You took off your shoes before entering, the house was dark with very little light. "No even a voice mail." You muttered bitterly. Your eyes looked around to see what you'll respectful steal from your parents. Cookies. Hell yeah. You grabbed from the selection and took a bite. The silent house only heard were the munches of your teeth eating the cookie.

That's when you saw a note from your parents on the fridge.

Hi, we went to dinner with a couple of friends. Sorry we couldn't be with you.

Your eyes narrowed, "But couldn't call." You didn't mean to sound so damn bitter, but how much it hurt to call in. You grabbed a beer and cracked the can open. You steal more cookies from the tray, and your eyes found the thermostat and made it comfortable heat. You grabbed your beer and sat on the couch of the living room.

You attempted to find the remote, but nope. This was getting more and more annoying. You put the beer on the coffee table and put the cookies on top of the fizzy beer. Your hands patted down the couch over and over, your fingers were shoved inside the edges of the couch. You found pocket change and put in your pocket without thinking twice.

But the small lived silence stopped when you heard a knock. Your head snapped to turn to see who it could be. Was it those Christmas singers? No. There's was silence, and those people were loud. You carefully grabbed a cookie and ate a bit of it before walking towards the door.

You checked the peep hole and found a sandy blond guy in the other side. His cheeks were flushed from the cold. "Hi?" He began, "Um, I'm Leon. The babysitter." He knocked again.

Maybe it was a dumb action but you opened the door immediately. "Sorry, wrong house. I'm twenty." It wouldn't make sense why your parents would send a babysitter.

Leon shook his head, "Impossible." He took off his glove and pulled out a piece of paper that read your address. You ate another piece of your cookie before looking at the paper, "You got the wrong house." You knew so. You stepped a bit out of the comfort of your home, "Over there." Leon turned to see, "My neighbors have a daughter. You are probably her babysitter."

Leon shook his head, "I don't mess up my addresses." He exhaled deeply. His eyes almost intimidated you, he looked so damn determined, and with that you felt a bit of second hand embarrassment. You took another bite of your cookie, "Can I see some ID?" You asked him with small levels of impatience. Leon automatically gave you his ID.

What a handsome guy. "Leon Scott Kennedy." You read out his information, "Happy early birthday." You smiled politely at him as you continued to look at it.

You knew your parents were careful around you, but not to give you a babysitter at your age. "Listen," You began, "You seem a nice guy, but I don't need a babysitter. I just got out of college to enjoy the winter break."

Leon sighed softly, the exhale was that looked like that fog, "Listen, I don't break my promises," His blue eyes were focused, "If your parents put me as a twenty year olds babysitter. I'll do it."

"Fuck it. Fine." You pulled away to let him enter. You were being stupid and ignore all the possible red flags of this situation. Once Leon entered, he took off his snow boots and his coat. He turned to see the living room, hoping at least there was children to actually take care of, but it was only you and him.

"Wanna a beer?" You asked him with a tiny awkward smile.

Leon didn't drink beer in his babysitting job. But what is he gonna protect you from? "Yeah, that would be nice." He sat down on the couch and looked around. It was nice and toasty. You looked at him for a second before going to the kitchen and grabbing a beer. "Here ya go." She walked back and handed it to him.

He gladly accepted it. "Appreciate it."

You sat on the other side of the couch. You needed to see why this guy was going to be your babysitter. It was dumb. You are still convinced Leon got the wrong address, but for now, you will just stayed quiet and took a drink.

Your babysitter took a drink of his own beer.

Your head leaned on the couch to see Leon properly. It was unacceptable that this guy was hot. He looked cute and lovely, and unfortunately, it wasn't enough to flirt with him. Leon turned around to see you. He had a small smile, "I'm sorry. I know I seem like a red flag." He whispered.

Without a second, you nodded your head, "Yeah, it hard to think you are... y'know... normal?"

Leon chuckled softly, "I'm going to be a cop." You snorted a laugh, "That doesn't prove anything." A gentle tease.

Leon laughed a bit louder, "I guess you are right." He took a small drink of his beer. "But I wanted to become a cop to protect people. I grew up poor with my grandma after my parents died so..." Leon brushed his hair behind his ear. "I want to be good."

"It's a noble wish." You whispered softly.

"Yeah, well, I'm trying to be chosen to work for Raccoon City." Leon leaned on the couch as he looked at your eyes. He swallowed, "It's... it's a nice place to start." You nodded your head as you listened to him speak; he had a lovely voice.

You two took a drink. You leaned closer to him, "It's nice." You confirmed.

Leon sighed softly, his cheeks redden from the warm place, "Listen," Leon rubbed gently his wrist, "Maybe I was... too stubborn." He couldn't even look at your eyes from the simple idea of him being wrong. Thinking his stuff more clearly, Leon sighed again, "I was wrong. Maybe you are right."

A small laugh appeared from your lips, "No way? Really?" You finished your beer and placed it between your thighs. Leon scowled, "I, I know." But he didn't seem offended by it. Immediately, he laughed softly, "I'm sorry." A small pause between you two, Leon looked down your thighs.

"Sorry." He whispered again.

Yeah, your own thoughts were infected at the idea so quickly. It was amusing that you first thought this dork wasn't worth it until his eyes traveled down at your thighs.

"It's, um," You cleared your throat, "Fine." Your hands grabbed the can of beer and put it on the coffee table. Leon's cheeks were redder before leaning completely forward. His lips were still a bit cold, but your warm lips didn't mind it. Gently, Leon got on top of you. His knees were side to side of your thighs, his lips tasted awful with the beer and the coldness. Yet it didn't stop you. Your lips moved with his, your lips gently sucked on his, and slowly, your tongue was inside of his mouth.

Leon's hands grabbed your hips against his, pulling them ever so gently. Leon's hips gently began to hump against you. You dropped the kiss, "L-leon..." You mumbled weakly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he continued to hump you.

His humps were desperately slowly in attempts to get his erection, and certainly, you began to feel the bulge. Leon looked at you shyly.

God, who is this guy looking shy after grinding against you? "Are you wet?" He asked you.

Your cheeks burned up, "Um, a bit," You admitted softly, "But, I'm..." Your eyes were finally full-on focused into Leon. His cheeks were red, his bulge continued to grind against you. What kind of one night stand is this?

"Need more?" Leon whispered softly.

You nodded. Leon nodded his head and slowly got between your legs. "May I?" Leon asked. You nodded your head, "Yeah." Leon pressed his nose against your crotch, gently licking you. You gasped very weakly. His hands grabbed your hips so gently, holding you tightly. Even though you had pants on, you could feel how his hot breath felt.

"I'm ready." You whispered softly. Leon looked up at you, "You sure?" You knew it was too fast, but it was definitely worth it already. Another nod.

Leon sat up and undid your jean's button and slid them down. His eyes were focused on your thighs and your face, darting them up and down, "I, okay." He took off his own jeans. Your cheeks burned even more when you saw his dick. Your hands covered your face, "Um, I-" You laughed nervously.

"Don't laugh at it." Leon faked a pout.

His hand gently rubbed his dick and pumped it gently, "It has feelings." Slowly, the tip brushed your clit, you chewed on your lip as it slowly went inside. "Oh, fuck..." You muttered so ever weakly. Leon groaned weakly, his hips gently pushed more and more until he was completely in. His blue eyes met yours for a second and laughed, "I, I-" His dick twitched happily, he leaned close and began to kiss you. So gently and kindly. You followed behind him. Small pecks of kisses that slowly, little by little grew.

You held him tightly, his hands caressed your cheeks, "Mm, I, I could ask you on a date..." Leon mumbled against your lips. His hips slowly began to move, small little thrusts, "I don't, I don't usually do this..." Leon groaned weakly, "In the first date-" Leon rested his head on your neck and his hips went faster.

His tongue licked your neck and bite on your skin. Trying to be quiet. You gasped weakly as you felt him enter you in and out. His hands gently grabbed your breasts through your shirt, squeezing them gently.

Another weak whine, "L-Leon..." Leon lifted your shirt and shoved his face between your breasts as he thrusted deeper and deeper. He kissed your breasts gently and sucked your nipples.

Was this really all the attempts to keep quiet? To make you feel that you'll be loud. He gently nibbled on them, he growled weakly as he thrusts went faster and faster. "I, I need to..." Leon mumbled softly.

He groaned weakly, trying to hold in his release. You pulled him away from your breasts, his lips were covered with drool- his eyes were empty. He looked so pretty. You leaned weakly towards him and kissed him. He whined weakly, "Fu-Fuck, fuck..." Leon's hands travel down your lines, holding your thighs.

You were making this harder and harder for Leon.

Leon kissed your jaw as he continued to groan. His thrusts went into a bit harsher pounding, "C'mon, c'mon..."

He needed your release more than ever.

You felt how his cock just twitched over and over. His length moved in and out, the desperation in the two of you grew. His fingers found your clit and rubbed it. He whined. He finally whined with those grunts, it was just a mix of him rubbing it over and over.

You cried weakly, "Leon!"

His thrusts turned a bit sloppier, Leon groaned louder as he focused only, only in your pleasure. Soon enough, his cum exploded inside of you. Leon cursed softly as he felt your cunt hold him, your warmth was so nice. Inviting. Leon held your face. Giving you more and more kisses around your cheeks and lips. You gasped softly, trying to catch your breath, "Leon..." You mumbled weakly.

Leon pulled out of you and his cum slide down. His heart fluttered. He should have worn a condom, but all he could do is look at your face.

Leon laughed softly again and kissed you over and over, "I'm- I'm sorry." He was even more lovable. You laughed weakly, "Stop, stop it." Leon's eyes were so bright, and it made your heart melt even more.

Your hand gently held his, sharing a small moment until you heard your parents open the door. You two attempted to fix each other up, it was fast, but the smell of sex ruined the lovely winter joy. You fixed Leon's hair, his cheeks were still red, and he was met with another kiss. "I owe you the date." Leon whispered softly. He caressed your cheek before kissing you again.

"Oh, hi," It was your dad, "Um, who is the guy?" You gently pulled away, "He's.. he's my boyfriend." Leon blushed heavily. Babysitting isn't as tough, but Leon did have to remember he accidentally forgot his job. "Um, well," Leon forced a smile, "Hi."

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re2 leon

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twinsimming · 1 month

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Energy Drinks by Twinsimming 🥤

This mod adds custom Energy Drinks to a new type of vending machine.

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Requirements

The Sims 3: Late Night

The Sims 3: Seasons

The Sims 3: Supernatural

The Sims 3: University Life

Overview

Soda-Lightful Vending Machine

Energy Drinks

Side Effects

Flavors

New Moodlets

Soda-Lightful Vending Machine

- Price: §1250 - Category: Large Appliances - Includes all 11 original swatches + 1 recolorable option (3 channels) - Poly Count: 2346 - Originally created for The Sims 4 by RAVASHEEN, converted to The Sims 3 by me

Like the vending machines that came with University Life, sims can Buy Energy Drink, Shake Machine, or Slam Machine.

Energy Drinks

Teen and older sims can purchase energy drinks from the Soda-Lightful Vending Machine for §5 each.

Energy drinks boost the Energy need, give sims the custom Energy Rush moodlet, and remove any moodlets related to low Energy (Tired, Sleepy, Exhausted, Buzz Crashed, etc.), similar to drinking coffee, but the effect lasts twice as long (6 hours instead of 3 hours).

Drinking multiple energy drinks in a row will boost how long the Energy Rush moodlet lasts, as well as increase the moodlet's value, up to 18 hours and +30 mood.

Once the Energy Rush moodlet expires, sims get the custom negative Energy Crash moodlet.

Side Effects

If your sim goes more than 24 hours without another energy drink, they'll start to suffer from caffeine withdrawal and gain the custom negative Craving Caffeine moodlet for the next 2 days. Drinking coffee, tea, barista bar beverages, or another energy drink will remove this moodlet.

Drinking more than 2 energy drinks at a time also carries the risk of a sim being electrocuted and dying.

Teens and Elders both have a 5% chance of being electrocuted, while YA have a 1% chance and Adults have a 3% chance.

Flavors

There are 8 different energy drinks to choose from. 6 provide flavor-related moodlets from the snow cone machine from Seasons and the bubble blower from Late Night. These moodlets last for 4 hours.

From left to right in the second preview photo:

Charged Cherry (Cheery Cherry)

Pineapple Power-Up (On a Beach)

Lightning Lemon (Laidback Lemon)

e-Lectric Lime (Lucky Lime)

Blue Raspberry Blitz (Raspberry Romance)

Gigawatt Grape (Gleeful Grape)

The Unidentified Fizzy Ooze energy drink replenishes Alien brain power, but makes non-Aliens nauseous.

The last energy drink is called Mystery Flavor and it works like the jelly bean bush from Supernatural; including carrying the risk of death, so proceed with caution.

New Moodlets

Energy Rush: Given when sims drink an energy drink, lasts 6 hours, +10, +20, or +30 mood

Energy Crash: Given when the Energy Rush moodlet expires, lasts 7 hours, -15 mood

Craving Caffeine: Given when sims go more than 24 hours without another caffeinated drink, lasts 2 days, -30 mood

Tuning

All of the tunable values can be found on the mod download page under the header “Tuning”.

Script Namespace

If you want to turn a different vending machine into an energy drink vending machine, open your desired object in s3pe and replace the current script name with the following:

Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Twinsimming.EnergyDrinksMod.VendingMachine

Conflicts & Known Issues

This is a new scripted object, so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

All of the drink cans are different colors when placed in the world and during the drinking animation, but they all have a red can icon when placed in a sim's inventory. I'm not sure how to fix this right now, but that should be the only issue of note.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, mesh by RAVASHEEN, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, Sims4Studio, TSRW, Blender, Milkshape, Gimp, and Script Mod Template Creator.

Thank You

Thank you to RAVASHEEN and everyone in the Sims 3 Creators' Cave Discord!

If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Ko-fi 💙

Download @ ModTheSims

#sims 3 #ts3 #sims 3 mods #ts3 mod #4 to 3 conversion #4t3 #download #my mods #energy drinks mod

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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don't kiss and tell: 2 ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

other parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

pairings: best friend! mark + best friend! jeno + best friend! hyuck x female! reader summary: a week after the events of the kissing bet, you and the boys are having a game night. everything is going smoothly, but it seems the problem always arises when hyuck starts insisting he’s the best at something. content: non-idol au, explicit smut, cursing, pet names, drinking (everyone is tipsy), oral (f! receiving), slight poly action wc: 4.8k

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your eyes shut tightly as though the simple gesture would make the beer you're chugging any more appetizing. from the couch, your friends whoop and clap, cheering you on.

despite their enthusiasm, you grimace at them, hiccupping.

“hyuck cheated!” the back of your arm comes up to wipe your mouth. with an exaggerated gasp, hyuck's hand flies to his chest as if your accusation could not have offended him more.

“whaaat? i did not cheat- actually, yeah, i definitely did.”

the boy yells out when you reclaim your seat beside him, landing a couple of half-hearted blows on his arm that he weakly blocks.

mark quickly recoils away from your fight, trying to protect both his red solo cup full of fizzy beer, and his last few playing cards from everyone's eyes.

"you have to drink too, then, cheater," droopy-eyed, jeno points this out from his spot on the floor where he sits, shoulders slumped and knees tucked into his chest. he lays his head onto the coffee table that has been repurposed into the night's designated gaming area, covered by an array of different cards, board games, console controllers, salt, beer cans, and a few too many lime wedges.

hyuck only whines in protest, shaking his head no, "i'm tired of playing cards," he tosses them onto the table, leaning back into the cushions with his blood-shot eyes closed.

"what? no! i was gonna win for sure this time!" mark groans.

"boohoo. you snooze, you lose, mark.” his words are somewhat slurred, spoken mockingly in a sing-song tone, “let's play another game.”

"mmm," you hum, intrigued, "like what?" the latest drink you had to chug just moments ago, thank you, hyuck, has made your cheeks glow hot, and while you're not yet drunk, you've definitely been tipsy for the last hour or so.

tiredly, you rest your head onto mark's shoulder and pat his back as he huffs, leaning in to show you his perfect hand that would have surely won him the game.

"i know! truth or dare." hyuck snaps his fingers as the idea comes to him, looking between all of you. mark finally gives up on the cards, discarding them on the table as he turns to you younger boy.

"dude, what are you," jeno snickers, "twelve?"

"jeno, truth or dare?" he pushes.

with a sigh, jeno decides to humor him and gives in, "truth," he replies, leaning back on his palms.

"is it true that you’ve been single for two years because yeeun cheated on you?”

“haha,” he mocks, “fuck your game. i’m not answering that.”

“if you don’t wanna answer, you gotta drink.” hyuck practically beams with satisfaction.

“fine.” jeno takes a swig from his cup, slightly furrowing his brows at the bitterness. he points back at the boy, suddenly more confident as an idea comes to mind, “truth or dare.”

as self-assured as ever, lee donghyuck smirks, “dare,”

“i dare you to call miyeon.”

immediately, mark snorts, taking a sip from his drink as he eyes hyuck, awaiting his reaction. as you pair the name with a face, you lift your head, gasping, “is miyeon the girl you made cry after you guys had sex?”

“that’s exactly right.” jeno nods mischievously, reaching for donghyuck’s phone and handing it to him.

“dude, no way.” he pushes it away, grabbing his cup instead, “i hooked up with her twice like four months ago and that was that.”

mark raises a brow, ”damn, were you that bad at it?”

“no!” he says incredulously, as if his question was beyond far-fetched, “i wasn’t bad at all, moron. in fact, she said i was the best head she’s ever had.” he gloats, eyebrows wiggling.

at this, you laugh. and i mean, really fucking laugh. hand-covering-your-mouth and on-the-verge-of-tears type of laugh, “yeah fucking right,” you breathe out in between giggles.

mark and jeno were just about ready to laugh in hyuck’s face too, ridicule him for bragging about something they doubted to be true, but following your reaction, they immediately bite their tongues.

hyuck turns to blink you, just as shocked as the other two boys.

"y/n... you're officially cut off." jeno pulls all the beer cans toward himself and away from you but you can only shake your head and wave him off with your hand.

“sorry,” you apologize, wiping the corner of your eye.

hyuck scoffs, “what’s so funny?”

you look between the three of them, lips parted. when you speak, your voice is bouncy with amusement, like your next words are the most obvious thing in the world:

“everyone knows guys suck at giving head.” ...cue the chaos.

“woah, what?!” jeno chokes on his spit, eyes widening.

mark puts his cup to the side, leaning in as if he might've misheard you, “there’s no way you seriously think that.”

“who the hell’s been giving you head?” hyuck retorts, sitting up straighter like he's suddenly very interested in what you have to say.

“every girl knows it." you explain plainly, "my ex was only okay at it and even then, i had to tell him what i liked a few times before he eventually got that hang of it."

now, it's the guys' turn to laugh.

hyuck chuckles in disbelief, "is that the only guy who's given you head?"

"no, there's been others." you reply with a shrug, a bit more shy with all of their eyes on you.

"like, how many, though?" the liquor was blurring all boundaries of friendship between the four of you; normally, mark would be too shy to even bring something like this up, yet here he is asking how many guys have eaten you out.

and jeno? way too respectful and modest to ask about something this, but now his eyes bore into yours, gaze unfaltering as he hangs on your every word. even lee donghyuck had never been so keen on knowing the details of your sex life.

there's a redness flourishing on your cheeks, and it's not from the beers, "...a few? i don't know. it's not like i keep count."

"none of those guys knew what they were doing, believe me."

"why should i? because one girl said you were the best she's ever had?" you mock, eyebrows raising in disbelief.

"oh," he smirks, "i'm pretty fucking good," you scoff at hyuck, crossing your arms. his eyes relax, looking at you teasingly. a line of white appears below his dark irises as he tilts his head, "what? you don't believe me?"

"no." you reply quickly.

"in all fairness, neither do i." jeno adds.

mark leans back on the couch, one arm across the top, "yeah, i gotta agree with them. sorry, man."

his tongue presses into his cheek, "alright, fine. it's my turn right? y/n, truth or dare."

you shrug, "dare."

"if you don't think my head is incredible then i dare you to let me prove you wrong."

your eyes widen. "truth." you quickly amend.

he laughs, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "okay, i'll bite: y/n, is it true that you've never come from head?"

you debate not answering, but your mouth moves before your brain can finish the thought, "that's true." you're speaking barely above a whisper.

"then let me have the honor of being the first guy who-"

"well, hold on a second,” alas, you can always trust jeno to be the voice of reason, "hyuck, i'm not letting you represent. I'm definitely better than you," or not.

"i've lived with you for four years, jeno, and i never once heard you pleasuring yeeun when you were together. besides, it's been forever since you last went down on a girl. you're rusty, dude."

"i don't know. i think the best out of us is me," mark pipes up, liquid-courage taking over, "but i happen to be biased."

"woah," as the gravity of the situation registers, you hold your arms out, "you're all talking about me like i'm not here."

"you're right, princess," at hyuck's pet name, your clit pulses and you suddenly feel that much more intoxicated, even though you're barely even tipsy anymore, "so tell me, who do you want to eat you out?"

if you were completely sober, you would probably have said something along the lines of "what the fuck? ew! none of you." or maybe "who says i want any of you to eat me out?"

some snarky comment—or any comment at all, really—would've suited you just fine! but, the reality is: the mere possibility of your three best friends going down on you is causing your thighs to squeeze together subconsciously.

so of course, your words betray you, and what you end up pathetically muttering is "i-i'm not sure."

"hey, wait a second." hyuck turns to mark, then jeno, "this feels familiar, doesn't it?" the boys catch on to what he's saying, snickering quietly, "we all think we're the best right? so, why don't we make a little bet?"

you instantly whine in protest, "no, no way. i don't want you guys to make me pick a winner again."

"oh, don't worry," jeno brings a hand up to your knee, thumb rubbing your skin, "we'll definitely know who won this time around." he looks at hyuck, "trust me... we'll hear it," and you think, this may be the first time they so easily agree on something.

instinctively, you turn to your other side in search of mark who is already looking back at you through half-lidded eyes. he knew by your gaze exactly what you needed to hear.

"if this is something you want to do," his hand comes down from the top of the couch and onto your back to rub it soothingly, "then just say it, baby. we won't think differently of you. i know i speak for all of us when i say," his tongue swipes at his lips, "this will be as much fun for us as it will be for you."

you nod slowly, hips squirming, and let out a little breath. "okay. yeah, okay."

hyuck's eyes light up at your response and he shuffles back to make room in front of him, "lay down, pretty girl."

your stomach does a flip, unaccustomed to the collection of pet names hyuck is trying on you tonight, and you’re entirely sure there will be more coming from him, not to mention the other two boys.

you scoot down toward hyuck, brushing your hair to one side. behind you, mark pats his lap twice and you lie back, head resting on his thighs. when your eyes blink up at him nervously, he can't help but smile crookedly, captivated by you— so much so, that his pants get a noticeably tighter when he realizes he has the best view in the house.

"let me know if you wanna stop," mark reassures you.

"i don’t,” you mumble, keeping your voice steady despite the nerves and excitement bubbling in your stomach, “i don’t wanna stop.”

jeno sits a bit closer, "okay, but if at any point you're not sure, just let us know, yeah?"

"god, i can't wait to watch you fall apart." your head snaps back up to mark, and you clench around nothing at his words. there’s no way you haven’t pooled your panties by now, especially with the way you’re cunt is throbbing, edged on by the alcohol content in in your bloodstream.

"alright, baby. can i be honest?" hyuck asks.

you look down at him and nod your head yes, shivering when his fingers brush the hem of your shirt up a to reveal the button of your shorts and some of your stomach. a gasp leaves your lips as hyuck leans in, lips hovering over your exposed skin, breath tickling you with every exhale.

"i've imagined doing this to you many times," he continues, "you're so fucking hot." as he undoes the button and slides your zipper down, he places a single kiss above your bellybutton.

with one hand, he tugs off your shorts. they’re quickly discarded somewhere along on the floor and you're left in nothing but your panties.

now, the only thing left to cover your core from their hungry eyes is a thin, black strip of lace and cotton, and hyuck has to purse his lips to avoid drooling at the sight. his mouth is salivating, two fingers hooking around the material, "can i?" when you wordlessly nod, he purses his lips.

"tsk, tsk. try again."

"yes, hyuck. take them off.” you whisper.

he hums in approval and bemusement, removing the fabric in one smooth motion. your panties join your shorts on the floor.

every part of you is buzzing with sensitivity. the cool breeze that hits your slick makes you let out a shaky breath, and jeno chuckles from beside you.

both of hyuck’s hands slide up your bare legs and stop at your knees to gently guide them apart. he then settles between your thighs, sucking in a breath at the looks of you. your pretty folds are covered in your arousal, glistening, begging to be touched.

you can't help but feel small under the gaze of all three boys who gawk at you, growing hard in their pants at the way you're so pleasantly displayed for them.

"fuck, your pussy is so pretty." hyuck's eyes finally meet yours as he leans in to press a kiss to your thigh, one of his arms wrapping around to hold it in place, a preemptive measure, “i’m gonna make you come so hard,”

“we’ll see,” you tease, wiggling your hips slightly as if testing his grip and patience.

he only manages to scoffs at you, committed to doing it right; he wouldn’t bother to argue your lack of faith with words… as promised, he would simply prove you wrong.

you suppress a hiss as his tongue pokes out to lick a clean stripe from your entrance to your clit, eyes locked on yours and watching the way your lips part. teasingly, he kisses your sensitive bud a few times, tongue flattening against it as he seeks out how every action provokes a new reaction from you.

softly, just to test the waters, he attaches his mouth to you and sucks. when your hips slightly buck up, he takes a mental note, pulling back to lap at you again.

your core is buzzing eagerly, receptive to each new touch and sensation. everything felt fucking good, and he’s barely even begun. for the first time tonight, you think you’re definitely in over your head.

your first moan surprises you when he dips his tongue into you, fucking you with it at a passive pace, and you can’t help but lean up onto your elbows to get a better view of his face pressed into your cunt.

“you’re so beautiful,” jeno praises. his hand reaches up to hold your face and you lean into his touch, panting slightly as hyuck swipes at your folds. jeno trails his fingers down to stop at the hem of your shirt, eyes blinking at you for permission.

you nod, grabbing his hand and guiding it to push up the material of your shirt, revealing both of your breasts that sit covered by your bra. with a low groan, he squeezes one softly, still with your fingers over his, and brings the other to his pants to rub himself over the material.

mark grabs your other breast, whispering a quiet ‘wow’ in appreciation. you turn and he leans in, face properly close to yours now that you’re almost sitting yourself up. when his lips meet yours, you whine into his mouth, kissing him feverishly.

so much is happening at once, so many eager touches brushing your skin, so many sounds to listen for.

mark moans into your mouth at your kiss, jeno moans as he palms himself, and hyuck grinds into the couch, moaning into your core, shooting vibrations through you.

when you pull away from mark's soft lips, it’s because hyuck starts to pick up his pace, requiring some of the attention back on him now that he’s paid attention to and noted what you seem to like.

“oh, my god,” you mumble, letting your head fall back as your best friend works his tongue into you. your panting turns into whimpering, hips involuntarily grinding down into his mouth. the sounds get louder as he gets messier, shaking his head, arms holding your thighs down when they threaten to close.

hyuck smirks against you as he senses your desperation, taking one finger and slipping it into you as his mouth focuses on pleasuring your clit.

"how does it feel, baby?" mark whispers into your skin, lips trailing your neck and shoulder.

"so—fuck, hyuck, it feels so good," you moan out, no longer holding back. you're so close, and he knows it, so naturally, he adds another finger.

as you come, sputtering a string of incoherent pleas and praises, mark watches your face, admiring every expression you make. jeno has to stop palming himself at the risk of coming in his pants; instead, he focuses on gripping your breast and waist, squeezing occasionally.

hyuck keeps his pace up until he sees you're coming down, and only then does he slow down with you. when you recover, you're left panting, looking down at him in awe, and he feels his dick twitch. he crawls up to you, a mix of his spit and your release dripping down his mouth and chin, and kisses you. it's lewd, obscene, but you kiss him back hungrily, savoring your taste on his lips.

“not bad, huh?” he mumbles into your kiss.

“not bad at all,” you reply shakily, sitting up all the way. hyuck moves back, wiping his mouth with his thumb.

unable to wait any longer, jeno gets up from the floor, “my turn, doll. ready for round two?” he holds his hand out, which you take, standing up despite the wobbling in your knees.

“can this come off?” he tugs at your shirt. you quickly nod, pulling it over your head with his assistance. his lips find your chest and immediately, he's biting and kissing the part of your boobs that spills from the cups of your bra.

"bend over," he pulls away.

"what?"

"bend over the couch," by your hips, he spins you around, and you kneel on the cushions as instructed, grabbing onto the top and arching your back for him. when his hand comes down to land a slap on your ass, you cry out.

donghyuck, watching with intrigue from beside you, calls out to his friend, "she tastes so good, man," while he brushes your hair behind your ear.

"i'm sure she does," jeno lowers himself so that he's right between your legs. before his mouth even attaches to you, his fingers pull and tug your skin, playing with the way your thighs feel in his grip.

"are you ready, babe?"

"jeno," you start, "why do you always have to warn me before you-aah, shit," in less than a second, he's lapping you up, spitting and sucking at your folds. maybe its because you're still sensitive from your last orgasm, or maybe it’s jeno's eagerness to please you, but you find yourself writhing and squirming with every touch, much more than with donghyuck. and—when his nose bumps you in a particularly delicious way, all the while his tongue is massaging your clit—you whimper, arching even more.

he's moving his head up and down, something like a nod, to provide you with more friction, to taste more of you at once, gripping your skin tightly to hold you still or otherwise guide you where he wants you. it’s sloppy and messy, and you can’t resist moaning out his name.

“jeno, please, please don’t stop,”

you swipe your tongue at your lips to wet them and mark catches it. how could he not? his eyes have been on you all night. he reaches up, prodding at your bottom lip with his thumb. when your eyes meet his, his jaw goes slack and you mirror him, opening your mouth just enough for his digit to slip past your lips.

everything feels so overwhelmingly good in this moment—your lips wrapping around and sucking on mark's finger, hyuck pulling your bra down enough so he can pinch one of your nipples, jeno's tongue pushing into your entrance, two fingers coming up to rub your bud in quick circles—god, you feel like you're on fucking fire. each touch stands out as much as the other, each one makes your head spin and your eyes roll back.

jeno's pace hasn't let up once, and you spare a second to wonder if he's even breathing at this point.

"are you close, baby?" when you nod, mark takes his finger back, "then, say it, baby. tell me how close you are."

"i'm close, i'm so close. i'm-"

and then, it hits you.

you moan loudly, letting your head fall as jeno's fingers speed up. the sensation is almost too much, but when you try to recoil, his large hand that sits on your waist holds you still.

he's groaning into your cunt and it only makes you come harder. your toes are curling at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut. he doesn't stop or slow down like hyuck did; in fact, he keeps going until you're gasping out for air, legs squeezing together in desperation. he drives you until you're so intensely overwhelmed that you're seeing the stars behind your eyelids.

when he finally let's you go, you lean forward and prop yourself against the back of the couch as you catch your breath.

you feel him come up behind you, moving your hair out of the way to blow cool air on your neck, "y/n, that was the hottest thing ever," he mumbles and kisses your shoulder, resting his head on it.

"that was insane," you whisper, lifting your head to look at him. instinctively, he leans it to kiss you, tangling his fingers into the root of your hair. it's short and breathy, and when you pull apart to look for mark, he's no longer sitting on the couch.

your head pans around, "mark-?"

"i'm here, babe," a second after he calls out to you, he jogs over from the kitchen carrying a cold water bottle that he hands you, "drink some water, baby."

you twist the cap off and tilt the bottle back, replenishing your thirst, then handing the bottle to jeno, who chugs some down, also.

"thank you," you sigh out.

"yeah, course,"

jeno finishes the bottle and of course, hyuck instantly complains, "damn, dude, thanks,"

"you're welcome," jeno sighs sarcastically, tossing him the empty container. hyuck throws it right back, and they get distracted by that for a moment.

meanwhile, you turn to mark as he sits on the couch beside you, giving you some time to recover, which you don't bother to take. you're too interested in him, leaning in and pressing your lips to his soft ones hurriedly.

he wastes no time in kissing you back, just as delicately as he did earlier today, and just as passionately as he did last week. you crawl over so that you're closer, sucking on his bottom lip, swiping at it with your tongue.

mark hums into your mouth when your hand lands on his fully hardened bulge, "today's about you, sweet baby," he brushes your hair back, "come on, i want you to sit on my face."

your eyes widen slightly and he laughs, pulling you by the arm as he lies back and guides your hips up to his face.

"fuck, you're so pretty like this," he mumbles, eyes raking up and down your body as you hover above his face. you giggle, reaching behind your back to snap off your bra. as it comes off, you notice him staring, lips parted and teeth pressed tightly together to sound out a hiss.

"c'mere," his arms wrap around your thighs to tug you closer and you lower yourself until his mouth lightly brushes you. a shiver goes down your spine. you're so sensitive right now, on the verge of falling apart, but you need to feel mark's mouth on you.

his tongue licks you once over, then again, lingering for a moment on your clit. he kisses you there a few times, pulling away only to admire how swollen and wet you are from the events of the night.

you're starting to realize how much mark likes taking his time with you, savoring the taste of your lips before and now, relishing in the taste of your pussy. so, you intend to tease him a bit, just because you can.

one of your hands comes up to squeeze your boob, toying with your nipple, the other one running down and through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp.

he hums in appreciation, watching the way you play with yourself and stare down at him, bottom lip between your teeth.

he breathes hot air into your core when he chuckles. then, he lays his tongue flat against your core, guiding you to grind on it. you moan out quietly, practically whimpering as he sets your movements to a pace. the slurping sounds get progressively louder as his brows furrow in concentration.

"do you like that?" his voice is muffled, but you understand him nonetheless.

"yes, baby, right there," you whine, squirming a bit when his tongue moves side to side, a gesture so delectable that you react by tugging on his hair. at the pet name, falling from your lips so sweetly, exclusively for him, mark grunts into your core. he lifts his head off the couch slightly to rock you against him with more ease.

you lose track of jeno and hyuck and you can no longer hear them behind you. the only sounds now are the wet sounds coming from between your legs and the strangled moans coming from your throat.

it’s so intimate and intoxicating, the eye contact he holds with you, determined to catch every hint of desperation on your features. when he pulls away for air and you whine at the loss of contact, making him laugh yet again, "you make such pretty noises for me," one of mark's arms unwraps itself from your thigh, right hand reaching up to cup your breast. "i want you to come on my tongue,"

he attaches himself to you once more and his words send you over the edge, "mark, i'm-" the only reason you don't fall over is because as you reach for something to hold onto, mark takes your hand into his hold, intertwining your fingers. he moans into you, letting his tongue explore in you and against you until your juices are dripping down the sides of his face and his chin.

the pleasure is white hot and so unbelievably intense, melting your thoughts to mush. you’re trembling above him, bottom lip quivering from the waves of ecstasy that hit you full force.

and mark? he’s staring at you, his own hips slightly tilting up as he imagines all the other ways he could make you come. his own release is so close, the black jeans he’s wearing lending him just enough friction to groan in you again. he could come untouched just from the view you’re giving him.

when you finally still your movements, he kisses your bud and you shake a little, "you did so good." his voice is hoarse, lower than usual from the way he just devoured you.

"that was amazing," you whisper weakly, lifting yourself off of him. he pulls you in so that you're lying down, your face is level with his, "please kiss me," you plead innocently.

incapable of denying you anything, especially when you ask so politely, mark pulls you in by your jaw, kissing you softly.

"did you have fun?"

you nod, "yeah, i did. did you?"

"fuck yes. i literally almost came in my pants." he admits. you laugh and nuzzle your face into the material of his hoodie to hide the way your cheeks are turning bright red.

at the sound of feet padding against the floor, the two of you break apart slightly and turn to see jeno coming in from the kitchen, water clutched in his right hand.

"where's donghyuck?" you wonder.

"bathroom," jeno snorts, "said he had to rub one out."

"of course he did," mark sighs.

"yeah, uh, so do i... so," he clears his throat, "i'll be in my room," awkwardly, he walks away, one hand cupped over his crotch as if you and mark didn't know he was obviously turned on.

when jeno disappears behind his door, you turn back around to look at the boy you're laying on top of and- oh shit.

"oh, my god-sorry!" you rush out in a panic, lifting yourself up, "sorry, sorry!"

"no, it's fine, bab- i mean, y/n."

"i-uh, got caught up in the moment." you quickly explain, apologizing again. when you grab your shirt and panties and slip them on, mark turns around to give you privacy.

"no, you're good. it's fine, i got caught up, too, i-"

"mark, you don't have to turn around like you haven't seen me, i just sat on your face."

"right," he spins back around slowly, but not before fixing himself in his pants a bit, "do you," he sighs, calming his heart, "do you want me to get you some of my clothes so you can take a shower? you can sleep over, too, if you want. it's kinda late."

"yeah," you nod, "that'd be great."

"okay, uh, i'll take the couch. let me," his mouth is exceedingly dry, "go get you something to wear."

you finish putting on your shorts, just so you can be decent for now, as mark leaves, somehow more nervously than jeno had just moments ago.

exhausted, for more reasons than one, you lean against the couch, hands covering your face. everything that went down flashes before your eyes as you sigh heavily, busy with your thoughts.

there's simply no way you'll be able to sleep tonight.

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h34rtbeat · 5 months

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I BEG A ROUGH NONCON WITH SUNGHOON

BECAUSE IM IN LOVE W/YOU (cunt)

okay ik u said super duper non-con but like I’m gonna use this as an opportunity to show my stalker sunghoon.. pls don’t be mad at me queen. There will non-con if yall want a part 2

PART 2 HERE

JUST BEAR W ME YALL.. BEAR W ME..

warnings: panty stealing and drugging

some-what based off of she

7 weeks.

It’s been 7 weeks since you started to feel like someone is watching you. An inching feeling, crawling up your spine as you undressed. Was it here? The thing watching you? Maybe you were really going mad, all this drinking…

You were sure enough that drinking wasn’t good, but, having your best friend over, Sunghoon, did help and you both shared some drinks.

You definitely drank more than him, you were sure of it. It didn’t help that you felt fuzzy after your third drink, it wasn’t normal, but at least you were safe with your friend.

Sunghoon was the only person you told. He was quiet to keep your worries away from people finding out. He was quiet enough to know how much it meant to you, for no one to find out.

Yet you didn’t know this only made Sunghoons arousal increase tenfold.

“Ah.. I’m so sorry this is happening.” He reassured, rubbing your back as you sat on your table together, drinking.

“I’m sure it’ll go away soon, no one would wish to cause you pain.” Sunghoon sipped some more of his drink, and lifted yours to your lips. “Let’s relax. You deserve to anyway, with all this stress of yours.”

In his mind, you had only told him about this issue (which was him), and that meant you trusted him and only him.

“Maybe you should have another drink.. I’ll have another too, before I get on home.” His voice was always so quiet, so calm..

“Yeah, you’re right.” You chuckled, rubbing your head. “I do need to destress.”

God, you were so naïve, he couldn’t help it. He knew you had no boyfriend, no other man in your life but him. A few girls here and there, but not romantic. He was all you had, and that made him so egoistic.

You had to love him. You just had to. You trusted him, a man, to make your drink.

Slipping two little tablets into your drink, he made sure to add some sparkling water in both the drinks to make it seem like the fizziness was coming from the water. In reality, he gave you something far more strong.

“Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.” You laughed at his words.

“I’m sure it will, ‘hoon.” You took a sip, and your eyes widened. The drink was sweet, you could barely taste the liquor.

“Oh. Wow sunghoon, this is.. great actually.” You took more and more sips, he only took a few. You felt tingly all of a sudden, and kind of light-headed.

“Hey, I need to use the restroom real quick..” he mutters, tapping your shoulder. He felt how warm you suddenly became.

“Y-yeah.. s’down the hall, to your.. right.” You say, suddenly snapping back. What was this? Why did you feel so.. warm? And dizzy? You couldn’t even keep up with your eyes as you watched sunghoon leave the table and go down the hall.

Sunghoon checked behind his shoulder, seeing as you slumped over the table. He snuck into your room, looking your drawer. New panties?

Seemed you weren’t as worried as he thought. He wondered what you’d like look putting them on, how you’d look through the window, or maybe how you’d touch yourself.

While you were basically drugged out on the table, Sunghoon closed your bedroom door, quietly examining the panties. Who did you buy these for?

Surely it wasn’t for a man.. you’re way too pure. Just for yourself right? For you to feel sexy by yourself.

Gosh.. what an innocents girl you were, he couldn’t help but to take himself out of his pants, stroking himself with the underwear.

They were flimsy— lacy, light blue underwear. He’s never seen these while you got dressed. These are brand new! A breath leaving him, leaning only your drawer, holding onto it as he continues to rub it up and down his length.

He wondered what you’d look like, sucking his cock in this panties. Would you touch yourself?

Would you even wear these, no.. you’re too pure, too good. You’ve never even touched a dick before.

Heavy breaths coming out as he sprayed apures of white all over your panties, he tucked them in his pocket, before walking back. But before he fully walked back, he went into the kitchen.

opening your juice, he slipped around 5 tablets in, shaking it. If you happened to drink some later, while he was watching, you’d feel the same way.

He saw your body slumped over the table, and smirked to himself. He pressed a kiss against your lips.

“I’ll see you soon..” he muttered, and then exited.

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cherylmaso · 1 year

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how to get a grip and write soap non cringeworthy (by a glaswegian lass)

this may or may not be half a rant. but. okay. okay. i made a post like this before, but i kinda wanted to detail it a little more as i've seen posts like these popping up, but made by english people.

so i'm gonna make one about being scottish for non scots and how to more accurately portray soap as scottish. this is probably mostly aimed at people from tiktok, so feel free to share it around. this is also educational as well as light-hearted and is meant to be taken as such, don't get offended or just be fr

1.) okay, i'm gonna start off by saying... some of these unintentional(or intentional) stereotypes are fucking mind blowing. i'm not one to necessarily get offended by things like this, but i think it's worth mentioning. not all of us play bagpipes, or run around wearing kilts... or - for the love of god - RUN AROUND SCREAMING "SCOTLAND FOREVER." honestly..... it's so odd? i know you would be heavily offended if i called you a fat american, but really what's the difference?

(also the scotland forever is so cringe. i've never in my entire life heard anyone from this country say that)

2.) since i don't think there's any canon of where soap was specifically brought up in scotland(city-wise), i'll have to go off accents and his voice actor for this point. which is alright with me, because scottish accents can be very easily identified.

a lot like the english, scottish people can have MANY varying accents, and a lot of varying phrases. for example, someone down in ayrshire might say "i ken" instead of "i know" whereas people from glasgow usually wouldn't. you catch me?

...now, soap. soap would not go around saying certain phrases. from what i hear, he sounds glaswegian/edinburgh, which is east/west of scotland. the tiniest... TINIEST... bit of research will unveil a plethora of things that people from there would actually say.

aye/yes, naw/no, cannae/cant, could'nae/couldn't, fizzy drink/soda, how/why(this one is weird)..... that's an extremely small portion but you get the point. the scots talk EXTREMELY different than americans do, we have new words for almost everything.

and, before i lose my mind, PLEASE STOP HAVING SOAP REFER TO HIS MOTHER AS MOM. thank you.

3.) the general cringe. i've literally seen people say he would refer to himself as a big scotty boy. no one in scottish history has ever referred to themselves as that unironically. ever. again, circling back to the similarities between the english and scottish, we both have very sarcastic/edgy/cynical humour. ours won't be the same as the americans. our definition of sarcasm differs from yours. headcanons are fine, sometimes, but it's so out of character most of the time if you aren't from the country. bro would NOT spend his free time listening to lana del rey but don't let that stop you from saying he would LMAO

4.) we don't call ourselves british. i mean, some of us do(if yer a bastartin tory x), but most of us will literally get offended if you call us british. we'd all just much rather call ourselves scottish. don't ask me why.

5.) also! please educate yourself on how to properly use scottish slang. the amount of things that just genuinely do not make sense is appalling. it takes two seconds. also my dms are always open... feel free to ask a literal glaswegian lass. context also matters. if you don't know what you mean, just shut the fuck up x

6.) ...he wouldn't be a tory. none of them would be fucking tories. none of them would be sad about the queen. i know americans can't comprehend we don't actually worship the queen in britain, but considering they all probably grew up in some form of poverty or just a bad household, they just wouldn't be tories. or they literally wouldn't care.

7.) props to codie for this point. circling back to the stereotypes, i think it's MENTAL to see what you guys think are "funny" and "relatable" when really, you're absolutely perpetrating harmful scottish stereotypes. ha ha you are so funny when you make jokes about soap being really aggressive and a "gremlin" and an alcoholic and ahahha scotland forever and ahahahha he has bagpipes as his alarm clock... sorry but it's really not as funny as you think it is. like, there's a line and a lot of the time all you cunts online love crossing it with your poorly written headcanons and tiktok videos. i think a lot of you deserve to be told that it's not okay. i know you would all cry if we done the same and also it's just kinda embarrassing

8.) learn our culture but don't forget theres so much more to it. this isn't even primarily about scotland culture but more so british culture as a whole. it's completely different from any other culture and it's also not super hard to do your research. kinda hard to explain if you're not part of it but yk what i mean. sometimes it's obvious to me that you guys don't care to educate yourself and don't care to understand different cultures but i appreciate those that do lol

9.) where soap is from, he wouldn't speak gaelic either. i'm sorry, he just wouldn't. not really a thing in big cities. it's scots he would speak, and there's a difference. don't say they're the same things or you """prefer""" to call gaelic scots. yes someone actually said that LMFAOO. scottish gaelic isn't just saying aye and naw either. jesus fuckign christ x if you don't understand the difference or what you're even saying then just don't say anything LMAO

that's all for now. i'll probably randomly think of other stuff to add, but for now it's currently 5am and i cba. sorry if theres mistakes/typos, again, cba x

also if u get offended u need to get a grip and this is obvs aimed at u. ok have a good day pookie bears xx

(i promise i don't have a problem with americans but it's funny how it's always you guys)

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sushibabe · 11 days

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20 low cal/ 0 cal drinks! (Non basic version lol)

☕︎ Diet sodas (obvi)

☕︎ Bone broth! 10g of protein for 50 calories. I like Swanson Beef Sipping Bone Broth. The warmth along with the protein helps me stay fuller longer. And the collagen is great for your skin.

☕︎ Coffee (plain or with a splash of any milk you’d like/ sugar free sweetener)

☕︎ Unsweet tea (putting it on ice makes it taste better in my opinion, same with plain coffee)

☕︎ Gatorade zero

☕︎ Sparkling Ice drinks

☕︎ Unsweetened almond milk or soy milk (for your cereal to make it a snack if you need something small)

☕︎ Chewing ice/ drinking water distracts you and fills you so that’s always a good one. Adding lemon is also a trick!

☕︎ Zevia (zero calorie soda which a bunch of different flavor options)

☕︎ Aquafina Flavor splash/ artificially sweetened water (multiple brands have released this)

☕︎ Diet Snapple

☕︎ Hint water

☕︎ Diet Monster/ the “ultra blue” kind

☕︎ Red Bull Zero

☕︎ Starbucks cold brew with sugar free vanilla syrup and a splash of almond milk (my Starbucks go to for anyone who likes Starbucks). Less than 50 calories!

☕︎ Chocolate Silk almond milk is about 80 calories a serving which is the highest calorie drink listed on here, but it’s good for stopping sugar cravings. It tastes really good and always works for me. Strawberry soy milk is good too for sugar cravings. Good for preventing unnecessary sugar intake with high calorie deserts.

☕︎ Adding fruit to your water is also good idea. It makes you want to drink more water while also adding vitamins/ some substance to keep you full if you’re trying to stay away from big meals. Mint is a good thing for water too. Different fruits have different healing properties as well and can even help with things like acne and bloating.

☕︎ Glaceau sparkling fruit water (fizzy vitamin water basically without the calories)

☕︎ Vitamin Water Zero is a good source of electrolytes! Gatorade zero/ Powerade zero both have electrolytes as well which aid in hydration and restoration of your body.

☕︎ Unsweet Lemon Honest Tea

☕︎ Bai drinks are a good option for people who wanna try something different and are tired of the basic diet sodas/ unsweet drinks. There are a lot of flavors including coconut which only has 10 calories for the entire bottle, and they are antioxidant infused.

Stay healthy and hydrated! ♡ if you’re struggling with an ED, you aren’t alone and there are ways to cope and heal healthily. If you ever need someone to talk to I am here :) I’ve struggled too but I’m trying

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luxora · 9 months

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Blackpink -> {Hogwarts AU} -> Falling for a muggle

Requested: No

Group: Blackpink

Genre: Fluff. Angst.

Warning: Swearing. Bad thoughts. Self-esteem issues.

Jisoo

Jisoo would like to believe that she was not ignorant like most wizard folk when it came to muggles. She was aware that they operated differently and had to get by life without magic, but she could not help but be astounded by the many bright lights shining around her while she waited for you to return with the promised snacks you were determined to get her to try.

So many muggle families surrounded her, adults and children intermixing with one another in the large crowd while squeals of delight and fear randomly exploded in the air due to the many large contraptions they were riding in. She was still remarkably stunned by the sight of the very large metal contraption which reminded her a basilisk, moving quickly through the air like a Nimbus 2000, about a dozen muggles riding it in a small compartment, hands in the air and screaming. She believes muggles called it...a roller-coaster.

“Jisoo! Jisoo!”

The sound of her name made her break away from the sight of the large metal contraption to instead meet with your bright eyes and smile as you walked towards her with your arms filled with two large drinks and a fluffy-looking, pink substance. You immediately handed her one of the large drinks, liquid rolling down the body of the drink with a thick straw in it. Jisoo glanced at the contents of the drink, scrunching her nose slightly at the very dark substance in it.

It didn’t look very appetizing.

“Go on, have a taste!” You said, smiling excitedly as you waited for her to take a sip. Jisoo glanced at you and back at the cup, her nose scrunching slightly.

“...What is it?”

“Coca-Cola, a personal favorite for us non-magic folk!” You said with a cheeky smile, nose crinkling at the mention of your non-magical abilities that she had made obvious at the start of your...meetings. You lifted your own drink to your lips and took a sip, the dark liquid moved through the transparent plastic, moving at a fast pace into your mouth for a few seconds before returning back to the cup as you let out a satisfied sigh. “Delicious! Go on, try some!”

Usually Jisoo tended to not drink or eat anything which looked unappealing, her palette grown to be rather refined due to her upbringing in a pureblood family. Her parents only ensured that she and her siblings ate the most dignifying meals suitable for witches and wizards of their stature, so anything that was remotely muggle-like was banned from the manor. But since you have introduced her to the many ways of the muggles, she cannot help but be compelled by your simply ways of life.

Her sister thought she was absolutely mad for wanting to learn more of the muggle world, but her brother encouraged her, always being the most rebellious one out of the three of them despite being heir to the Kim household. In fact, he was the only one in the family aware of her...interest in you, serving as the constant distraction for her family whenever they asked for Jisoo’s whereabouts.

“You only live once dear sister, have some fun, won’t you?”

And fun was one word to describe her experiences whenever she was with you. So with some deliberation, Jisoo lifted the straw to her lips and took a tentative sip.

...

Her eyes widened at the popping bubbles in the mouth, so much so that she almost spat it out due to her surprise. She swallowed the fizzy content quickly and stared at her cup in bewilderment before glancing at you, meeting your wide-eyed grin.

“Like it?” You asked, chewing on the tip of your straw with your signature grin in place, already knowing her answer.

“...You muggles astound me.” Jisoo said, making you tilt your head back and laugh, shaking your head before returning your gaze to her with a glint in your eye. You then offered her the pink, fluffy object in your hands, it being attached to a thin stick, a surprisingly supportive object for something which appeared so large.

“If Coca-Cola astounded you, then this will blow your mind.”

Jisoo furrowed her eyebrows together, slowly reaching out to take the pink, fluffy substance from your hands. It was surprisingly light, and as she took a closer look, the pink substance almost reminded her of the mist coming from a potion, albeit in a more solid form. She inspected it, shaking it slightly in her hand to test the balance of the pink substance, mildly surprised that it did not fall off such a thin stick, and then glanced at you with a perplexed expression.

Smiling at her confusion, unsure on how to eat the pink substance, you reached out and plucked a piece of the fluffy substance from its body, a decent bite size offering to her lips by your hand. Your smile still in place, you nudged the fluffy substance against her lips.

“Go on, you’ll like it. I promise.”

Even though she was perplexed from your muggle drink, she knew that she could trust you intentions with the pink substance as you have yet to prove that you are untrustworthy to her. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward and took a small bite from the pink substance from your hands, your finger tips grazing her lips as she closed them, accepting the muggle snack in her mouth.

Her eyes immediately widened at the sweet taste. She did not know what to expect from the pink substance, but she did not expect it to dissolve so quickly in her mouth. The sugar sweetness of the substance immediately filled her tastes buds, prompting a small squeak of surprise form her, completely unbecoming of a pureblood to make and yet a muggle like you was honored enough to hear something from her. And the sound delighted you as your grin shifted in a wide smile.

“Like it?”

“It...what is it?”

“Cotton Candy. Another muggle classic.”

“H-How are you muggles so advanced?”

“Advanced? Ha! I never thought I would ever hear a witch call a muggle advanced!”

While one of her own kind would have taken offense by such words said by someone like you, a muggle, Jisoo took none. Instead she flashed an uncertain smile, aware of the playfulness of your words as you propped the rest of the ... cotton candy in your mouth before plucking some more off the main body of the snack in Jisoo’s hand. You smiled at her, eyes crinkling at the side before you nudged your head towards the large bodies of other muggles as they walked about the area, visiting the different tents and stalls that were set up.

“Want to walk a bit more? Based off my own experiences, it is better to eat and walk than just standing in the middle of one place.”

“...I agree.” She said, not wanting to say anything else that could contradict your words as she slowly lifted her drink to her lips again, taking a sip. She immediately flinched a bit at the fizzy bubbles in her mouth, still not used to the sensation, which prompted a giggle out of you.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get use to it.” Jisoo felt the Cotton Candy stick leave her hand, moving to your own as you shifted your own drink in your hand so that you were now holding both your drink and Cotton Candy stick in one hand with your other one being offered out to her invitingly. “Come on, I saw a shop with a whole bunch of stuff I think you’d like.”

While Jisoo was hardly a stranger to romantic entanglements, she couldn’t help but feel like a blushing first year when she saw your offered hand, clearly indicating your desire for her to take it. You waited patiently, not lowering your hand for even a moment as Jisoo contemplated her decision before finally coming to one. With a certain visible amount of warmth to her cheeks, Jisoo reached out and took her hands, feeling the blush on her cheeks increased as you automatically laced your fingers with hers, giving her hand a small squeeze.

“Lets go.” You said gently, flashing her a smile before leading her towards the crowd of muggles, keeping a firm grip on her hand the entire time while her cheeks remained pink.

Jennie

Jennie kept her facial features schooled throughout the entire dinner, ensuring that no one would be able to detect her true emotions regarding the topic of discussion that night.

Her upcoming engagement to a fellow pureblood.

Her father believed that the marriage match was perfect. He believed that her fiancee was a pureblood worthy to be wedded to the only daughter of Kim family, one of the oldest and most pure wizarding families left in an intermixed society. Her fiance was from a from a proud pureblood family, nearly as pure as hers, and the benefits that would come from their marriage was beyond lucrative and successful that she could understand from her father’s perspective of the great matched that he has supposedly with Jennie and her fiance.

Her mother was, of course, delighted at the match. It meant that she could put all of her attention and effort into the wedding, particularly the planning of it all. Her mother was always fond of planning events, often being the hostess of many pureblood balls that Jennie has been forced to attend ever since she was capable of walking; therefore, a wedding was the ultimate event that she could plan to show off the wealth and prestige of the Kim family, an aspect of Jennie’s life that she has never been able to escape.

While it was her own future that was being discussed over dinner, a meal consisting of biased duck and caramelized spinach and cream, Jennie did not say a word. The food in her mouth tasted like ash and the wine she was privileged to drink became dry glass as she swallowed it, words unable to leave her lips due to her tongue being heavy as lead, serving as a useless tool as her parents continued to speak to one another with excited tone; albeit not too excited, since Kims were composed at all times, even in the private company of family.

When dessert was finally served, Jennie was unable to even force herself to have a taste. The chocolate delight prepared by the house elves remained on touch, only being tasted by Jennie’s eyes as she kept her gaze transfixed on it as her parents continued to speak, not noticing her behavior until Jennie requested for her removal from the table. Her father raised an eyebrow at her, fork half raised to his mouth with a piece of dessert attached to the metal utensil.

“Is there a problem Jennie?”

Yes

“Not at all father. I am simply feeling exhausted all of a sudden. I would like to rest.”

“I see. And in order to clear any confusion, I am correct to assume that you accept the match?”

No.

“Of course father. It is only an honor to continue carry on the legacy of our great house.”

“I couldn’t have raised a better daughter.” Jennie’s mother suddenly said, dabbing at her the corner of her eyes before she flashed a serene smile to Jennie, a hint of pride in it as she gazed at her. “Well said Jennie.”

Jennie nodded at her mouth and returned her gaze to her father for his unsaid permission for her allowance to leave the dining room, which her granted with a nod. Without another word, Jennie exited the dining room and made way for her bedroom, purposefully keeping her face unaffected as she passed through the many portraits of her past family members in the corridor, all of them congratulating her on her engagement in their haughty voices. Jennie ignored them all, remaining cold and neutral until she finally reached her bedroom, opening the door and closing it behind her, instantly locking it with a flick of her wrist.

And then she broke apart.

Her knees hit the floor before she even realized it, tears suddenly breaking free from their confines as she lifted her hands to cover her face, sobbing into her palms as the effect of the engagement news hit her. It was not like Jennie was naive, she knew that she was eventually going to have to wed one of her fellow purebloods as it was a duty of a pureblood woman, but there was one thing that she never anticipated in her life.

To fall in love.

But most specifically, to fall in love with a muggle.

Your face was in her mind, your smile blinding to her even though you were far away in the comforts of your own home, probably having dinner with your own family, completely unaware of her dismayed state or of the new decision made about her life that neither of you could fight against. Both of you already knew the impossibility of a relationship between the two of you. It was not because she was a witch and you were a muggle. That was not the problem.

It was the fact that Jennie was a pureblood witch and you were a muggle.

Jennie was proud of her blood purity. She was proud of her family’s prestige in the magical community. And overall, she was proud over the fact through her bloodline alone, she was better than other witches and wizards in the magical community. But the pride that she once had for herself crumbled down when she stumbled across you on a seaside vacation that she had taken with her friends last year.

Away from her family, away from the magical community, Jennie did not see herself as a pureblood witch when she met you, but simply a woman who fell in love with a beautiful soul who seemed to complete hers. Jennie has never believed in soulmates, especially since she was aware that witches like her only married for convenience and bloodline purity instead of love, her parents being paragon examples, but when she met you...the thought suddenly crossed her mind.

And the realization of it being true made it so much worse because she knew that any future with you with impossible.

She knew precisely what would happen if her parents found out about you. What they would do to you, and how they would make her play a part in it in order to rectify her abhorrent behavior for daring to taint her pure mind, reputation and body with a muggle.

A muggle.

An inferior being.

And yet...Jennie has never felt more alive with you. Every kiss, every touch...it would be cliche to say it was all magical but Jennie knew no other way to describe it. Her experiences with her were indescribable, your very presence affected her in such a way that she knew that she could never be romantically entangled with another witch or wizard without comparing her experiences with her.

You’ve ruined her...in the best and worst way possible.

Through her tears and wracking pain in her heart, Jennie crawled to her bed, sliding under it to pick at the loose tile which concealed her hidden treasure, a small object which was bizarre to the magical world but so normal in the muggle world. She pressed the side button and waited with blinding tears in her eyes for the screen of the cellphone to light up, eventually the screen revealing an image of the two of you together.

It was a picture you had taken with the cellphone you had purchased for her despite it being an object she would never use aside from her time with you... a selfie you called it, something which Jennie was still learning to master. It was a picture of you pressing a kiss to her temple, an arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders as she cuddled into your side, simply smiling at you instead of the cellphone as you took the photo.

The sight of it made Jennie’s tears fall even faster, and she was unable to stop them or cease their rapid speed as she shakily moved her thumb across the screen to the last message you had sent it, which was last night, the three words making her crumble completely as she reread them, albeit not with a smile on her face as she had last night, but with a brokenhearted sob.

I love you.

Chaeyoung

Your lips melded perfectly with hers, Chaeyoung unconsciously closing her eyes at the feeling of them while her hands moved to your hips, squeezing them gently while your own hands around her necks tugged her impossibly closer, almost as if you were trying to eliminate whatever little space was left between the two of you.

While the weather was thunderous outside, literally, the raining slamming against her back and soaking into her clothes, Chaeyoung could not focus on anything else but the warmth of your body, of your smooth skin that her hands sought as she slipped her hands under your shirt for a touch, her cool hands being the reason for your retracting your lips from hers with a gasp.

“Your hands are freezing!” You exclaimed, removing your hands from her neck to instead grab at her hands, removing them from your hips and skin, squeezing them tightly as you brought them up to your lips and blew on them, your warm breath gliding along her skin. “How are they so cold?!”

“...It is raining darling.” She quipped, smiling softly at the pause on your face before your rapidly blinked and gasped, finally realizing that the two of you were still standing on your door step, Chaeyoung taking the brunt of the rainy weather outside, accompanied by thunder and loud strikes of lightening. Without a second of hesitation, you grabbed her by the lapels of her jacket and all but tugged her inside, immediately slamming the door behind her once she managed pass the threshold.

“I am so sorry! I- I didn’t know that you were coming by! I know you said that you would come visit, but you never said when! And the last letter you sent me was a bit vague, so like...when I saw you, I couldn’t help but-”

Whatever you were going to say, you never got to say it as Chaeyoung cut you off with her lips, unable to resist the temptation any longer. She had been deprived of them for so long, the entire school year going as slow as a slug for the Christmas break. While usually Chaeyoung would be at home with her parents, her friends had opted for a vacation away at Lisa’s house, which happened to be located at a coastal town, particularly close to muggles.

Obviously her parents were displeased at first. While Lisa is a pureblood as pure as Chaeyoung, her family was far more lax in terms of dealing with muggles. In fact, Lisa’s family was fascinated with muggles to some degree, Lisa’s father being the head of Muggle Circumstances in the ministry. But despite her parents disdain for Lisa’s family, they knew that nothing could stop Chaeyoung from being friends with her, the two of them having grown up together due to the strict pureblood social circles she was to grow up in. And so when Chaeyoung wrote them a letter stating that she was going to spend time with Lisa during the Christmas break, there was no bother of a refusal letter as her parents knew that she was going to join Lisa and the rest of her friends at the witch’s home.

Chaeyoung was thankful for her friendship Lisa because she allowed her to see beyond the pureblood circles and beliefs. Lisa helped her see the fascinating side of muggles and their contraptions, and most importantly, her friendship with Lisa led to her making friendships with muggles, the most important one being you.

You were unaware of Lisa’s and Chaeyoung pureblood purity, or rather, unaware of their magical abilities completely. While Lisa was befriending of muggles, she did not divulge in her magical background due to her parents. It was okay to befriend muggles, but they could not know the truth due to the risk of the news being spread. And so you were completely in the dark of everything about Lisa and Chaeyoung. As far as you knew, Chaeyoung was a rich heiress who was in the same private school as Lisa, who simply visited the girl regularly during the holidays.

But despite the lack of knowing the full details of Chaeyoung’s life, it did not stop the two of you from falling in love.

Chaeyoung’s parents obviously didn’t know, which she planned to keep because she can only imagine what her parents will do if they found out that she had become a muggle lover like her best friend. She was already aware that her parents were trying to find a suitable match for her for after she finishes at Hogwarts, her reality as a pureblood witch becoming more daunting as they days go on, and she knows that if they found out about her relationship with you, it will only fast forward the process.

She wanted to keep her relationship with you a secret as long as possible, but she will admit that it is getting harder to keep lying to you.

You broke away from her kiss when she slipped her hands under your shirt again, craving the touch of your soft skin. She immediately giggled at your whine, only leaning forward to press a kiss to your eyebrow as your smacked her halfheartedly on the shoulders for her small stunt.

“I can’t help it, I missed you.”

“You could miss me less if you would just get a phone so that we can Facetime!”

“Like me and Lisa said darling...phones are forbidden at our school.”

“And I still call bullshit on that. For some big, fancy school, you seriously follow rules which are from the dark ages.”

Chaeyoung couldn’t help but fix a bitter smile on her face as she watched you turn around in her arms and walk away, offering to make the two of you tea to warm up. Chaeyoung’s wand suddenly felt heavy as a bag of rocks in its hidden compartment in her cloak, it being connected to her guilt for having to lie to your face every time. While she knew that Lisa felt bad about lying to her friends, she at least had some practice in it. Chaeyoung has never been a situation to lie about her magical background until now.

But Chaeyoung knows she can’t tell you truth, no matter how much she wants to. While her friends will be at Lisa’s house to comfort her about her visit with you, their words will not help the growing pain in her chest each time she watched you flutter about in your natural environment, speaking rapidly about everything that has happened since the last time she saw you in the middle of the year.

She discarded herself of her cloak and joined you in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter while you busied yourself with the tea, glancing back every few seconds to flash her a smile before returning to the task. Chaeyoung’s eyes flitterred down your body, fists clenching as she become entranced with your shape, craving to be close again. So without a word, she walked up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder as she inhaled your natural scent.

“Chae?”

“I missed you.” She confessed, turning her head to nuzzle her nose into your neck, sighing. “A lot.”

“I missed you too.” You turned around in her arms and raised a hand to cup her cheek, smiling serenely as your traced her cheekbone with your thumb. “But you’re here now. No need to miss me anymore.”

Chaeyoung smile and leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, hands clenching fistfuls of your shirt as she held you close.

“I suppose you are right.”

Chaeyoung savored moments like this with you, closing her eyes as she accepted the kiss you pulled her into, keeping her hold on you tight as if she was afraid that you would apparate away, despite knowing such a task was impossible.

While most envy her position as a pureblood, Chaeyoung couldn’t help but grow to resent it because it meant that becoming public with you would lead to her being disowned from her family. And at this stage of her, she was unsure if she could be anything aside from her parents daughter, and she most certainly would not be of worth for someone as brilliant as you.

You deserved more than her, but she could not help but hold on tight onto the small semblance of hope that she had left in her last year of school.

Lisa

Your eyes were always so mesmerizing, Lisa often found herself getting lost in them, even when you aren’t directly looking at her.

Lisa knew that she was not supposed to do this, even though her parents were okay with her intermixing with muggles, there were still certain rules that they had in place regarding the revelation of their magical abilities. Lisa was aware that her family was not like most pureblood families who had complete disdain for muggles. It started back to her great-grandfather being saved by a muggle family when he suffered from an accident, his enemies from the government having drawn him away from the safe confines of his home and leaving him for dead, only for him to be discovered by a wandering muggle man.

The muggle could not do much for her great-grandfather, but despite being a stranger, he managed to carry Lisa’s great grandfather on his back to the closest medical facility he could find, which led to her great-grandfather surviving his near death injuries. Her great-grandfather never out the name of the muggle who saved them, but after that incident, her entire family’ outlook on muggles changed.

Lisa grew up with muggles and she had a similar fascination with their lifestyles as her parents did; however, despite their postie outlook to them, Lisa was still forbidden from exposing her magical background to her muggle friends. Her parents explained to her when she was a child the possible dangers that they would face if it was found out that they were witches and wizards. The Ministry of Magic made the consequences of the exposure of magic very clear, and with Lisa’s family being one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, she knew better than to defame her family through social revelations with muggles.

She thought the rules were stupid, but she followed them like any obedient daughter would. She won’t deny and say she didn’t have any close calls, because she did, but she managed to save herself every time, albeit sometimes with the aid of her parents. She was was eventually of legal age of using magic, she was able to save herself even more with a simple obliviate charm, and so she never figured that she would reveal herself to any muggle.

But she should have figured that you would have been different.

The two of you grew up together, best friends ever since the age of three and even though many years have gone past, the two of you were as close as ever.

When she was younger, Lisa pleaded with her parents to tell you the truth. You were her best friend and she could not keep such a big secret from you, but her parents made it clear to her that there were to be no exceptions, not even to you, someone who they almost viewed as another member of the family. Lisa tried asking her parents for permission several time as she got older, but the answer was the same, and so Lisa eventually stopped asking.

Instead, she simply decided to let you know the full truth about her, without her parents permission or awareness.

She loved watching your expressions whenever she showed you magic, noting how your eyes literally lit up in wonderment as you sat in front of her, staring at her wand in memorization. Even though she has shown you before, you couldn’t help but request for her to light up the room with Lumos, her wand holding the small ball of light in a gentle touch, similar to the touch that your hands on her lower back as the two of you lay in your bed.

Whenever she came home for break, sleepovers were common occurrences between the two of you despite your older ages. But instead of doll-playing, movie nights, and sugary snack hunts, the sleepovers consisted of the two of you in your bedroom, lips attached and hands exploring as the two of you would reacquaint yourselves from a long distance away, with the odd movie playing in the background.

It is quite a muggle cliche, to fall in love with one’s best friend, but quite honestly, Lisa could not imagine a better person to fall in love with. Despite growing up in ignorance, you knew Lisa inside out and Lisa knew you the same way. The two of you were soulmates, and even though Lisa is aware of the disdain that she will receive from the pureblood community, she would damn them all to hell because their opinions paled in comparison to yours.

Despite her lies and secrets, you still accepted her into your heart, something which Lisa will always be thankful for.

“It’s stunning.” You whispered, eyes locked on the small wisp of light shining from her wand. Lisa smiled at your side profile.

“Yes you are.”

Your nose immediately crinkled at her cheesy words and you moved your gaze to look at her, slight disdain in yours eyes.

“That was so cheesy.”

“You know me, I am a cheesy person.”

“I don’t like it.”

“You love it.” Lisa affirmed, lowering her wand to the mattress, snuffing out the light in order to move her hand to cup your cheek, keeping your gaze on her. She traced your cheekbone and leaned in so that your and her noses were touching. “Just like you love me.”

“You are so confident in yourself.”

“Am I wrong though?” She asked, moving her thumb to press against your top lip, tracing the small bow before curling her thumb onto your bottom lip, pulling it down. “Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I do.” You automatically answered, always been one to confirm Lisa’s beliefs when they were true, which made a smile crawl along Lisa’s lips. She leaned in until her lips brushed against yours, making you feel her words rather than hear them.

“Good. Because I love you too.”

She felt your smile against her lips before you finally kissed her, tugging her closer to you by the waist and wrapping your arms tightly around her body to eliminate any space between the two of you. Lisa simply clutched at your face, keeping your firmly in place as her lips moved along with yours, easily succumbing to the passion forming between the two of you. Only when air became a necessity did you pull away, gazing deeply in her eyes as you panted against her lips.

“My beautiful witch.” You whispered, the emphasis on her beauty making Lisa flush but smile at the same time.

Despite the obvious difference between the two of you in terms of magic, the fact that you still saw her as someone worth loving, worth being with despite the years of secrets she has kept from you, Lisa counts herself the luckiest witch in all of time. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before leaning forward to rest her forehead against yours.

“My stunning muggle.”

The both of you immediately started giggling, hugging each other closely for a few moments before finally reuniting your lips in another passionate kiss, wand and light forgotten as the two of you instead focused on one another, hands clutching and exploring at the same time.

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ace-touya · 9 months

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Headcanons I Have For Some of 1-A

Not all of these are my own and some are very popular/common, but I thought of a lot of them myself too!

Izuku Midoriya

His mum taught him to crochet

His favourite fruit is apples

Before he got One For All he’d try to be a hero by doing cliche good guy things, like helping old people cross the road and getting cats out of trees

Mumbles hero facts in his sleep

Tells his mum about Ochaco all the time

As a child, because he knows his dad’s quirk was breathing fire, he once asked his mother of Endeavour was his dad

Autism and ADHD, heroes are his special interest

Shoto Todoroki

He’s autistic, this is barely a headcanon at this point it may as well be canon

Uses he/him, but doesn’t really care if people use other pronouns

He stimmed a lot as a child but was constantly told off for it until he stopped, now he can barely recognise his own emotions because his stims were different depending on how he felt

He only takes cold showers

When he started talking to them, he would ask Natsuo and Fuyumi to tell him stories about Touya

Katsuki Bakugo

He’s gay

Hard of hearing from his explosions, Class 1-A are trying to learn sign, Present Mic is helping because he’s also hoh from his own quirk

stole some of Izuku’s All Might merch when they were children because he was too embarrassed to ask for any

his favourite colour is pink

he’s genuinely scared of his mother

him and Ochaco have been close friends ever since the Sports Festival, but he won’t admit it

Has really bad ADHD posture

makes tiny explosions as visual stims

One of his ways to distress is by cleaning, but because of his ADHD he struggles to actually clean, so he continues to be stressed

Ochaco Uraraka

Before they moved into dorms, she used to save food from the cafeteria to take home to her parents

Can carry Izuku, Iida and Katsuki. Katsuki swears she’s using her quirk, but she isn’t

She has ADHD, and finds it really hard to think before she speaks, also tending to interrupt people a lot

Her attention span is non-existent, and in middle school she was always scared of telling her teachers she couldn’t focus or hadn’t been listening, but she finds it a lot easier to do that in UA

She plays Animal Crossing New Horizons on Izuku’s Nintendo Switch

Tenya Iida

Autistic as well

Talks really fast most of the time

Dresses up as his brother for Halloween almost every year

He made a group chat for class 1-A for important things but everyone just uses it to send memes that he doesn’t understand

Momo Yaoyorozu

Having her hair up helps her focus like Violet from a Series of Unfortunate Events

She’s autistic as well, and really struggles with social cues, especially flirting

make-up gives her sensory issues

Midnight was the only teacher Momo confided in about her low self esteem. The fact that Midnight believed in her helped her stay motivated when she didn’t believe in herself

She gives the best presents because she can buy expensive things and if she can’t find anything she thinks people will like she just makes them stuff

Tsuyu Asui

Uses she/they pronouns

Has synetshesia, and will randomly tell her classmates that their voice tastes like x, or their name is y colour. For example, Ochaco’s voice tastes like marshmallows and Katsuki’s name is yellow

Also autistic! She does t-rex arms all the time canonically

She likes styling the other 1-A girls hairs

Eijiro Kirishima

Wears eyeliner

made the Bakusquad group chat

He looks up to Mina and Fatgum even more than he looks up to Crimson Riot

He’s banned from the dorm room kitchen by Katsuki

ADHD! Executive Dysfunction has it out for this man and the rest of the class basically keep him alive

Kyouka Jiro

sensory overloads constantly

Bisexual

listens to music to help her sleep

she video calls her parents almost every day in the dorms

Exclusively drinks fizzy drinks

Takes a lot of photos of random things that her classmates do, and makes it into a photo album

Denki Kaminari

Trans masc

Pulls finger guns whenever he compliments anyone

Has a really wide range of music tastes

Tries his very best to keep Mineta in check

He loves just dance

Fumikage Tokoyami

Uses they/them pronouns

Their room is usually a mess. Clothes everywhere.

writes and reads poetry, their favourite is The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe

Chirps as a stim

Knows morse code. Nobody knows why

Yuga Aoyama

Genderfluid

Attracted to men

Does yoga

Cheese is his comfort food

He’s autistic too. Nobody in this class is nuerotypical, not even their homeroom teacher

Knows how to braid hair

#Izuku midoriya #shoto torodoki #katsuki Bakugo #ochaco uraraka #momo yaoyorozu #tenya iida #tsuyu asui #eijiro kirishima #kyoka jiro #denki kaminari #fumikage tokoyami #yuga aoyama #class 1a #bnha #mha

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ksywoo · 2 years

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Hello Fizzy!!!

I'm here with an idea for ya :)

F2L, Soonyoung confessing his feelings for a friend for the first time - the catch? No one saw it coming, the friend included 😂 Maybe Seungkwan is there and shrieks out of terror when Soonyoung does it? LOL

I'm in my Kwon Soonyoung feels rn (he is 1 of my 3 biases in SVT - I'm not very loyal sshhhh 🥴)

Feel free to do as you please with this idea, and if you're not up for writing it, that's fine too :)

Thank you! 💙

How to Cope with Rejection: An Unhelpful Guide to Protecting Your Friendship / k.sy

pairing: kwon soonyoung x gn!reader pronouns: they/them word count: 5.5k genre: the biggest of idiots to lovers, (accidental) confessions, no like actually everyone in this is an idiot except for woozi, can be read as idol or non-idol, angst if you squint, happy ending warnings: alcohol (reader doesn't drink), soonyoung teases reader for eating fast but thinks it's cute? and it's very short. let me know if there's anything else! note: thank you @twogyuu for the request!!! it was so fun to write and I hope you like it :) kwon soonyoung my absolute beloved

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STEP ONE: Don’t listen to your friends, whether they believe he likes you or not. Outside opinions will either get your hopes up or remind you of how unrequited your feelings are.

“Have you seen Hoshi?” Seokmin asked you, his arm around Seungkwan’s shoulders to steady himself. “We need to have an emergency BSS meeting.”

“Seokmin swears he has a good song idea…” Seungkwan explained, glancing warily at his drunk friend, steadying him with a hand to his stomach. “I’m not so sure.”

“Just tell me where Hoshi is, he’ll understand my vision.”

You smiled at Seokmin but shook your head. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him for a while. Last I saw him, he was dancing.”

Seokmin whined. “You’re supposed to know where he is! Who’s going to keep track of Soonyoung if you don’t?”

“Shua?”

The tall boy perked up, nodding. “I’ll ask him. Let’s go Kwannie.”

“I’m tired of babysitting you, DK. Let’s leave Shua alone and just hang out here until Soonyoung comes back,” he bargained. “He can’t stay away from Y/n for that long anyway, he’ll be back.”

Seokmin agreed with the idea and flopped to the floor to give his feet a break, almost immediately closing his eyes to sleep, his head tilting to rest against your leg as you stood against the wall.

“Didn’t you promise to not let him drink much?” you asked, making Seungkwan sigh.

“I was doing well but I had to pee and when I came back, Jeonghan had convinced him to take a few shots with them.”

“Of course it was Jeonghan.”

Seungkwan laughed through his nose as he looked out towards the dancefloor. “Just as I predicted,” he smiled, nodding towards Soonyoung, who was standing in the middle of the room looking around intently for someone. When his eyes met yours, his face lit up and he waved excitedly, excusing himself from the conversation he was in to join you.

“There you are!” he greeted, slinging his arm over your shoulder and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You laughed and wiped your face on your shirt despite the sudden butterflies telling you to accept the affection.

“I haven’t moved since you left,” you said. “It shouldn’t have been that hard to find me.”

Soonyoung pouted but interrupted his own thoughts when he saw Seokmin on the floor. “Kyeommie!” he yelled, dropping to the floor to sit on the boy’s lap and kiss his cheek as well. Unlike the quick kiss he had given you, he repeatedly kissed Seokmin’s cheek with loud kisses until the drunk boy pushed him off his lap.

You and Seungkwan exchanged looks, your friend’s eyes filled with sympathy and yours expressing slight annoyance.

The thing was, you had a massive crush on Soonyoung, and every time he did anything sweet towards you, he did something bigger and more lovey to one of your friends.

In the years you grew to know and love Kwon Soonyoung, you learned that he was many things. He was kind, he was talented, he was cuddly, a tad stupid sometimes, maybe a little loud and dramatic, and above all, the most unsubtle person you had ever met. Any emotion Soonyoung felt or thought he had was clear as day to anyone around him. He was the definition of someone wearing their heart on their sleeve.

If he was hungry, you already knew because he listed several places within walking distance that you should accompany him to.

If he was happy, he wouldn’t stop talking about whatever it was that made him so, sometimes to an annoying extent, but you seemed to be one of the only people who would let him keep talking until he tired himself out.

If he didn’t like someone, it was rare, but his expression said it all, lips turned down and eyebrows pulled together as he eyed the person skeptically.

If he was tired, you were painfully aware. He was already laying all over you and burying his face in your hoodie or laying on your lap whining to go home or stay still so he could sleep.

Point is that he couldn’t hide a secret to save his life especially if it was something about himself. He was an open book, and he liked it that way. Sometimes his closest friends knew how he felt before he even did. Not only was he easy to read, he was over-the-top about how he felt.

So, when after years of friendship you still didn’t think he had feelings for you, it was pretty decided by you and your whole friend group that he didn’t like you back. If he did, it would be way more apparent in so many different ways. You had never seen him with a crush on someone, but you were positive it would have been more evident because it was Kwon Soonyoung; he certainly would have been giggling and twirling his hair every time you blinked if he actually had feelings for you.

But you were totally fine with just being his friend, really. Okay, it kinda sucked, but you loved to pretend it was fine. You had had a crush on him for so long but it was a well-known fact that he didn’t like you romantically, so it wasn’t worth shedding tears over.

Except maybe sometimes to Seungkwan.

Everyone in your shared friend group was aware of your unrequited feelings for Soonyoung, but you only really talked to Seungkwan about it. You had mentioned your crush a couple of times to a few others, and it became something they liked to try to joke to you about in front of him and see how obvious they could be before Soonyoung started to catch on. You didn’t like those jokes so much, so you decided Seungkwan was the only one you could openly vent to without being teased every time.

You often exchanged looks with him every time Soonyoung did anything like cover Seokmin’s face in kisses after giving you one incredibly platonic cheek kiss.

“Hoshiiiii,” Seokmin muttered, despite excitedly looking for the boy not five minutes earlier. “Off.”

Soonyoung listened, moving to sit next to Seokmin instead of on top of him. “Wonwoo said you were looking for me?”

Remembering the reason for asking everyone at the party where Soonyoung was, Seokmin opened his eyes and sat up. “I HAVE A SONG IDEA.”

You smiled as Soonyoung listened to the drunk slurring, trying his best to follow along with Seokmin’s ideas, which were messy and unorganized and very questionable. Soonyoung was sweet and patient nonetheless, writing down the ideas on his notes app so they could start writing a song the next day, but really he just wrote them down so he could tease Seokmin when he sobered up.

“Are you ready to go home, DK?” Soonyoung asked, helping the other boy up when he agreed.

“Wait, did you drink?” you asked Soonyoung, assuming he was being extra affectionate because of alcohol.

Soonyoung shook his head. “No. Well, I had some water…”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I’m going to go around and see if anyone else is ready to go home and needs a ride. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t wander off?”

Seungkwan agreed and waited for Soonyoung to get out of earshot before turning to you. “Can he stop being cute towards you?”

“I know,” you groaned. “What is wrong with him? It’s like he can’t tell I’m borderline in love with him.”

“Only borderline?” Seungkwan teased, but you elbowed him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Jihoon walked up a few minutes later, hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall on the other side of Seokmin. “Soonyoung sent me here to get collected to go home.”

You laughed. “Yeah, so far just you and DK though.”

“You’re not going home? Soonyoung sounded like he wanted you to.”

“What do you mean?”

Jihoon shrugged. “He asked if I wanted to go home yet, then went on a tangent about seeing if you wanted to go home too and watch a movie or have a sleepover with him or something.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, blaming it on the temperature of the crowded room. “I think I’m gonna stay here a little longer. I want to make sure everyone gets home safe since I know a few people have had a lot more to drink than Seokmin.”

At the mention of his name, Seokmin stood up and suddenly tried walking away like he just remembered he had to do something detrimental to the safety and security of the country, but Seungkwan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pushing his shoulder down so he sat again. He obeyed with little restraint.

“I think he likes you,” Jihoon declared simply.

“Who?” you asked hesitantly, partially wanting to ignore him to keep your hopes down, but also intrigued in indulging in the fantasy that Soonyoung might like you back.

“Soonyoung.”

“We’ve all talked about this, Ji. And all of us have agreed that he doesn’t. It would be so obvious if he did.”

Jihoon nodded and shifted, putting his phone in his pocket and turning towards you. “But… it is kinda obvious. He talks about you a lot.”

You scoffed, hopes immediately deflated. “He talks a lot about a lot of people.”

“But, like, for long periods of time. He literally just brought you up out of nowhere and went on a full tangent about hanging out with you without us. It’s hard to get him to change the topic once he starts talking about you sometimes. And he does it so shy like he’s worried we’re annoyed.”

Okay, that was kinda good reasoning. “Still.”

“He’s also pretty touchy with you.”

“That is definitely not a good argument,” you laughed. “All of you are touchy with everyone. Trust me, I’ve thought about that one. But every time I’m like ‘oooh he had his arm around my shoulder while we walked to lunch’, he turns around and does something like cuddling with Chan for an entire movie.”

The boy hummed, shrugging. “Just saying what I think. It’s a different vibe.”

“He just kissed my cheek. And then immediately after, he smothered DK with kisses.”

Jihoon shrugged in an ‘I don’t know what to tell you except what I’ve already told you and that is that he definitely likes you’ way. “Again, different vibe.”

“Well, no one else agrees with your vibe checker,” you teased. “Thanks for believing in me though.”

“I’m the biggest Soony/n shipper and even I don’t think he likes them,” Seungkwan admitted. “I mean, it’s Hoshi. He’s so obvious about everything; if he does like Y/n, he would have had to suddenly learn how to keep his feelings inside. Like, there’s no way there would be this much debate and confusion if he did because he’d be obvious, you know?”

“Wow, way to sugarcoat it, Seungkwan,” you forced out a small laugh and he deflated.

“I don’t mean it like that–”

“No, I get it,” you smiled, even while your heart was wilting. “I’m going to go check up on everyone and make sure they’re all okay.”

“Y/n–”

“I’ll see you guys later. Text me when you get home.”

You walked away, missing the way Soonyoung looked around for you in the crowd with a frown after Jihoon and Seungkwan told him you were staying. He’d have to convince you to have a sleepover and movie night some other time.

STEP TWO: Don’t spend time alone, especially if cuddling is involved. It fuels unrealistic fantasies which are not something you should be thinking about when with your FRIEND.

Soonyoung eventually tracked you down and found a day neither of you were busy to invite you over to hang out. Of course, you agreed. It was difficult to not agree with Soonyoung.

“Your cooking has gotten better,” you commented as you shoveled food into your mouth.

Soonyoung laughed at your haste. “Maybe you’re just starving. Slow down, you’re going to choke.”

You smiled but didn’t slow down. It was good and you were hungry.

“I was going to say I couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or not but judging by how you’re barely even tasting your food before eating it, I’m guessing it’s a compliment?”

You nodded, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Big compliment. This is so good. Maybe it’s just good compared to what you used to make.”

“You’re cute,” Soonyoung giggled, his cheeks filling with color at the praise. “I’ve been getting some of the boys to teach me how to make stuff. They’re good teachers.”

“You’re a good student.”

He hid his smile behind his hand, trying to play off how happy the compliments made him by changing the subject. “Do you want more?”

You shook your head. “I’m full. But it was really good, thank you.”

He nodded and took your plate and his, bringing them to the sink to clean.

“Wait, let me help clean up since you made dinner,” you offered, gently pushing him out of the way. He let you, dramatically agreeing that he shouldn’t be expected to cook and clean, all while putting leftovers away and cleaning the counters.

It didn’t take long after tidying the kitchen for you two to retire to the living room and put on a movie. There was even less time between putting on the movie and him pulling you close to lean against his chest with his arms around you.

During times like this — with your back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder, and his arms wrapped around your waist but his hand still managing to hold yours while you two softly commented on whatever movie you picked — it was easy to forget he didn’t like you.

It felt so real, so sweet, so pure. If it was anyone else, you would be suspicious of the occasional kisses he pressed to your shoulder or cheek. If it was anyone else, the small signs of affection would be enough evidence to convince you the person had feelings for you, but coming from Soonyoung, it wasn’t enough to determine a clear conclusion. It was easy to doubt that his intentions were romantic when he wasn’t his normal emphatic self about it. He was so loud and unmistakable about everything, so why would he be anything other than loud and unmistakable when it came to his romantic feelings?

In everything, Soonyoung was a hurricane that could disturb entire cities with any slight expression of emotion.

But this? The soft kiss he left on your ear as he giggled at your joke or the slow, absentminded trace of his fingers over your hand and arm when he noticed you were getting cold? This was anything but outspoken. It was soft, a gentle breeze that shakes leaves but does nothing to disturb the tree.

Unfortunately, it was easy to pretend when the only lights in the room came from the television and the boy whose smile knocked over every wall around your heart.

STEP THREE: Try dating other people. Sometimes you just need a reminder that other people are cool too, I guess.

A change needed to be made. When things don’t work, something’s got to give. In this case, being cuddly with Soonyoung 24/7 was not working. It was more than okay when it was actually happening, when you two would cuddle during a movie or sleep in the same bed or when he would hold your hand while walking to dinner, but the after made it difficult. After all of that, when he would cuddle with someone else or hold Minghao’s hand instead, it made all the good things feel insignificant and meaningless.

So something had to change. Unfortunately, Seungkwan took this to mean you wanted a boyfriend.

“I don’t want to go on a blind date, Seungkwan,” you sighed as you threw an old sweatshirt onto your bed.

The blonde boy frowned up at you from your floor. “Why not? I promise he’s nice. And probably your type. He looks a bit like Soonyoung now that I think about it.”

“That’s worse,” you replied, head deep in your closet.

“What, you don’t like Soonie for his looks?” he teased.

You threw a wadded-up hoodie at his big grin. “I don’t want to go on a date with someone who will remind me of the boy who doesn’t like me back. I meant I needed change as in, like, hanging out with him less.”

“We both know that’s not going to happen.” Seungkwan pulled the hoodie off his head and set it next to the other clothes you were getting rid of. “Come on, this guy thinks you’re really cute.”

You looked at him quickly. “He knows me?”

“He was at our dance practice the other day so he saw you when you stopped by.”

You thought back to that day, trying to remember the faces of the people you didn’t know. “Which one was he?”

“I don’t remember what he was wearing. Super tall? Dark hair?”

“Super tall? Yeah, sounds just like our Hoshi,” you joked. “What, like, taller than Mingyu?”

Seungkwan shrugged.

“You’re so helpful. I don’t want to go.”

“But he was so interested,” Seungkwan pouted. “He literally wouldn’t shut up about you after you left. It was annoying but also kinda cute. He’s probably not a good… long-term boyfriend… but I just want you to go out and have fun and forget about your unrequited love for one night to see that you’re capable of being loved by other people.”

You sighed and sat on your bed, looking down at Seungkwan on the floor. You held out your hands and he quickly placed them in yours, staring up at you with a pout. “Kwan, I know I am. I’ve been in relationships before. I’m not hopelessly in love with Soonyoung. I’m actually so fine with where our friendship is at. I’m content! Let me stay content.”

He paused. “I don’t believe you, though.”

Good, you thought, that makes you a good best friend.

“You just think anyone is better than Soonyoung,” you joked to postpone your answer.

Seungkwan scoffed. “Not true. I know we argue a lot but he’s one of my best friends. I’m rooting for you and Soon… but we know that’s not… you know…”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, rubbing the back of his hand as you tried to stop thinking about Soonyoung.

You thought hard about going on the date with Seungkwan’s friend, deciding it probably couldn’t hurt to go out with this guy. If it would make Seungkwan feel better, it would be worth it. And maybe he was right, maybe it would be fun and help you get your mind off things.

“One date,” you agreed.

Seungkwan cheered, taking his hands back to stand up and tackle you in a hug. “Thank you!! It will be fun, he’s really nice and funny.”

“He better be,” you jokingly threatened, making him smile.

STEP FOUR: Realize dating other people is pointless.

He wasn’t nice and funny. Well, he was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from comparing him to Soonyoung and no one does well when compared to Soonyoung. It wasn’t fair to compare a mere mortal with the epitome of happiness and love, but you didn’t mean to.

“I never said he was a terrible person!” you defended, pouting as a few of the boys continued to make jokes about your bad date. “I said he–” you groaned, giving up as Jeonghan and Mingyu talked over you to make more jokes at your expense.

“Was he at least a good kisser?”

“I didn’t kiss him, we went on one date.”

“Give him a chance. Maybe his most redeemable quality is his kissing?” Jeonghan suggested, laughing as you groaned.

“He has redeemable qualities, I just didn’t like him in that way.”

“What’s happening?” Soonyoung asked, joining the conversation late as he fell next to you on the couch. He opted to shove himself in the small space between you and the armrest instead of anywhere else on the otherwise empty couch, leaving him half on your lap with one leg flung over yours.

“We’re talking about Y/n’s terrible date,” Wonwoo summarized.

“I never used the word ‘terrible’,” you corrected.

“Was it bad?” Soonyoung asked genuinely, eyes full of curiosity as he looked at you.

“It was fine,” you said before anyone could answer for you. “We just didn’t really click, that’s all.”

“Wasn’t it that dude who hangs around the practice room all the time?” Soonyoung asked, giggling when Seungkwan nodded. “That guy sucks.”

Half of the room broke out laughing at the abruptness, but you and Seungkwan looked at him. “What? No, he doesn’t! He’s so nice!” Seungkwan defended.

“Because all you talk to him about is dance,” Soonyoung explained, “so he always throws around compliments to suck up to you. If you talked to him about literally anything else, you’d see he’s so boring. And has bad opinions.”

“Hoshi’s just mad because he said he liked bears better than tigers,” Wonwoo teased, making Soonyoung frown.

“Nooo,” Soonyoung lied obviously. “Partly. Mostly. But he’s also boring. He’s majoring in, like, finance or something.”

“That’s an honorable field…” you defended.

“I thought you agreed he sucked,” Soonyoung looked at you with a pout.

“Aw, is Soonie jealous?” Jeonghan teased, which was purposefully ignored by both you and Soonyoung (after Soonyoung gave Jeonghan a quick, panicked look).

“I never said he sucks!” you groaned again to Soonyoung’s comment. “All I said was we didn’t click.”

“Meaning he’s boring and you won’t be going out again,” Minghao giggled.

“Does that mean he should join the ‘Rejected by Y/n Club’?” Soonyoung asked with a playful grin. “I can send him an application.”

You breathed out a laugh out of habit before processing what he said, turning to look at him. “Wait, what?”

“What? Are there enough people to make a club?” Jihoon laughed.

Soonyoung shrugged. “I guess it really only takes two to form a club,” he reasoned. “So, yeah.”

“Then who’s the other member?” you asked.

“Me?” Soonyoung said with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The seven of you looked at him, silent except for Seungkwan’s small scream he let out before slapping his hand over his mouth and turning towards whoever was closest to him, which was an equally surprised Mingyu.

Soonyoung’s eyes widened. “What? Should I not joke about that?” he asked you, worry all over his features. He feared he crossed a line, worried there was an unspoken rule to not talk about his unrequited crush on you.

“What are you talking about?” you asked quickly after the initial shock.

“Because… you’ve rejected me?” he looked around at everyone hitting each other’s arms or giggling or smiling. “Like, because you don’t like me back? Why is everyone looking at me like that?” His cheeks were tinged with pink embarrassment, or perhaps nervousness from being the center of attention.

“Because that’s a weird joke, Soonyoung,” you brushed off, cheeks warming at his confession but convincing yourself it was a joke of some sort. You would have known if he made a move before because everything he did was done with obvious intent, and you would have never knowingly rejected Kwon Soonyoung.

He sat up, keeping his leg on you but looking more alert. “You shouldn’t feel bad for rejecting people, that wasn’t what I was saying. If you don’t like someone, then you don’t like them–”

“No, I meant it’s weird to say that I’ve rejected you,” you said awkwardly, trying to explain yourself without giving away your feelings. “You shouldn't joke about liking people.”

The room filled with awkward tension, everyone but Soonyoung knowing your feelings while Soonyoung tried to understand what was going on.

“But… you have rejected me…” he persisted shyly, cheeks glowing red when you snapped your head to look at him. “And… I do like you?”

Minghao and Wonwoo simply looked up quickly with big smiles but Seungkwan gasped loudly, following his shock with, “Hoshi! You WHAT?”

Jihoon shushed Seungkwan, pushing the younger boy’s face but had a huge grin of his own.

“You like me??” Bewilderment didn’t begin to describe your emotion at the implication of Soonyoung’s – the boy you liked for years – words. "As in, like, like me like me? Romantically? Not just in a friend way?"

“I’m so confused. I’m not… did you not know that?” Soonyoung looked around the room quickly. “Did… none of you know that?”

Your brain felt fuzzy and confused, trying to process what he was saying. For the first time in all the years of knowing him, you weren’t sure what Soonyoung was thinking or feeling or doing. It was terrifying.

Others, like Minghao who was giggling or Jeonghan who was full on laughing, found the situation to be a little more entertaining than scary.

“Can someone please say something? I’m so lost,” Soonyoung begged, looking mostly at you but occasionally letting his eyes flick to someone else in search of answers.

“Are you being serious?” you asked softly.

Soonyoung looked at you, eyes concerned and desperate but focused on you like you two were the only ones in the room and possibly in the world. “Yes,” he replied equally soft.

You just stared at him with your jaw hung open slightly, eyes wide. He had to glance behind him cautiously to make sure you hadn’t spotted a ravenous lion ready to pounce.

“Wow, look at the time,” Wonwoo coughed loudly, looking at the other friends in the room. “We have that thing we need to do, right guys?” He stood up and pulled Seungkwan up with him, who protested immediately.

“No, I need to watch this unfold!” Seungkwan cried, eyes still wide and frantic with pure shock. “Do you know how long Y/n has liked Soo–?”

Mingyu covered Seungkwan’s mouth with his hand and started pushing him towards the door.

“No way, this is better than TV,” Jeonghan giggled as he continued looking at you (still silent with shock) and Soonyoung (still wildly embarrassed). After seeing even Minghao stand up and Wonwoo’s pointed look, Jeonghan groaned and followed the others out of the room.

“Sorry for the timing,” Jihoon started, leaning down to whisper to you even though you didn’t react, “but I told you so. Never question my suspicions ever again.”

The door closed behind the five of them, leaving the room eerily silent and tense.

“Right now would be a great time for you to say something and let me know I didn’t just mess up our entire friendship,” Soonyoung mumbled, taking his leg off of yours in fear that the contact was making you uncomfortable.

“I–I just…” you stumbled, shaking your head to get your brain back in line. “I’m trying to understand… you like me back?”

“Back?” Soonyoung emphasized, before letting out a breath. “Well, that’s a good sign…” he mumbled.

“Yes, back,” you laughed, finally feeling your lungs fill with air again. He looked up at the sound and smiled. “I had no idea you liked me.”

“How? I’ve been so obvious. Even the boys have been obvious, always making jokes about me liking you and stuff. Like, Jeonghan just did it when he teased me about being jealous.”

“Soon, they make those jokes because they know I like you and are trying to tease me. I promise you no one knew you liked me. Except for Jihoon, but he was only suspicious.”

Soonyoung frowned. “Really?”

“Yeah. Why would you just assume we knew? Did you ever tell anyone that you liked me?”

“Well, no,” he admitted, pouting as he thought. “But everyone always tells me how obvious I am about my feelings. You guys know how I feel about things before I even do sometimes. So I assumed you could all tell this too. I didn’t even try to hide it…”

“You assumed wrong, idiot,” you teased, nudging his thigh with your knee. “You can’t just assume things like that.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?”

You paused and gave a nervous smile, realizing your hypocrisy. “Okay, I might have… also assumed some things…”

He laughed, urging you to explain.

“I know you’re expressive… so I figured – well, we all figured – if you liked me, we’d be able to easily tell because we always… know what’s going on in your head...”

Soonyoung laughed again. “You can’t just assume things like that,” he mimicked, making you laugh.

“We’re stupid.”

“The stupidest.”

You grinned at him, a new feeling blossoming in your chest now that you could stare at him without worrying you were being obvious.

“So you just never talked to anyone about me?”

“I did to Jihoon a lot, which is probably why he thought I liked you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungkwan and Jeonghan with their faces smushed against the window that looked out into the hallway, trying desperately to eavesdrop on your conversation. You laughed and shooed them away with your hand but they shook their heads until Wonwoo and Minghao came back, dragging them away by their collars.

“I guess that one guy has to be alone in his club now, huh?” you sighed. “Seeing as I never rejected you in the first place.”

“To be fair, there were some times that I was incredibly obvious and you brushed me off and that feels the exact same as rejection. I literally cried one time when I got home because you– never mind. I won’t get into it.”

You looked at him quickly with guilt, your heart falling at the news. “What? I’m so sorry, I never meant– I probably brushed you off because I was too nervous to flirt back and worried about being obvious–”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassured softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Just thought that me being affectionate all the time was a pretty big indication that I liked you…” he joked.

“Okay, but that was almost always followed by you being affectionate with someone else. So it was hard to see that as anything but platonic unless you have crushes on everyone.”

“I don’t, I don’t,” he laughed. “It’s only you. So hopefully now if I kiss your cheek or ask you to cuddle with me, you won’t think it’s just me being friendly.”

You smiled widely, cheeks warming. “I won’t. I bet if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t think you’re just being friendly either.”

“So hasty,” he teased. “Not even a date first?”

“We can go on a date but I’ve liked you for so long and have wanted to kiss you so many times and now that I know you like me I–”

Soonyoung cut off your rambling by pecking your lips, pulling away before you could even process what happened. You smiled and grabbed his face, pulling him back gently to kiss him properly. It was a little too much, Soonyoung suddenly being the center of attention for all your senses. You suddenly knew what his lips felt like on yours and what he tasted like, which was endearingly reminiscent of oranges. Both of you were too giddy and happy, breaking the kiss not long after.

“This is too much. I’m too overwhelmed,” Soonyoung admitted softly with a small laugh.

“In a bad way?” you asked.

“No. Never in a bad way,” he said, giving you one more quick kiss. “I just need to finish processing the fact you actually like me back before my brain will be okay with making out with you. Baby steps.”

You laughed but agreed, dropping your hands from his face but letting him take your hand in his.

“But how about a date?”

STEP FIVE: be glad your friends were rooting for you, but plan revenge to get back at them for profiting from painful years of pining

Despite all your friends believing that Soonyoung didn’t like you back, a few of them had bets going on relating to when, how, where, and why one of you would confess. As soon as word got around to the others that Soonyoung admitted he had a crush on you, people started paying up.

“I was so certain Y/n would confess because they got sick of being friend-zoned,” Mingyu groaned, handing Seungcheol money.

“I honestly just randomly guessed Soonyoung would say it thinking everyone knew. I just knew it wouldn’t be Y/n first so I came up with a complete shot in the dark,” he admitted with a loud laugh.

“That makes it so much more annoying.”

“Does this mean you two are going to be even more sickeningly cute than usual?” Hansol whined, watching as you wrapped your arms around Soonyoung from behind while he helped Jun cook for everyone.

“Yup,” you said. “Get over it.”

“I’ve never been happier to tell someone a second date isn’t going to happen,” Seungkwan smiled at his two best friends. “That guy asked me if you had said anything about him because he wants to ask you out again.”

“He sucks!” Soonyoung, Wonwoo, and Jeonghan shouted together, making you and everyone else laugh loudly.

“Tell him to back off,” Soonyoung said, turning around to hold you in his arms like he was protecting you.

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have said yes even if you didn’t accidentally confess to me.”

Soonyoung rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight his smile. “That’s reassuring.”

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I’m gender-fluid (afab) and use he/it/starself (neo)pronouns as I do use xenogenders. I’m aroflux, reciprosexual, hypersexual, and abrosexual as well.

I’m an alterhuman and a furry, TWO SEPARATE things. If you’d like me to explain what they are and the differences, or anything about my queer identities, I will. I’m also agere. Remember, please be respectful. ☺️

I am very uh fluid, that is for sure. I’m either in a horror movies, true crime, Elsbeth typa mood, or a Sanrio and Bluey typa mood.

also I’m a 40billion year old star as in like the burning ball of gas and shit so yeah

MY FAVORITE: (finishing later in order to avoid someone 🥲)

FOODS; Grilled cheese, strawberries, muffins, cake, brownies

DRINKS; milk, fizzy pop (those hello kitty and stuff ones ❤️), apple juice

GAMES; Genshin Impact, LoZ games, Animal Crossing, FNaF

MANGA; One Piece, Naruto, Death Note

BOOKS; Life as We Knew It - Susan Beth Pfeffer and Mondays Not Coming - Tiffany D. Jackson (I like too many books—these are the best bro)

MUSIC ARTISTS: Crane Wives, 100 gecs, Alice Gas, bo en, BTS, Vocaloid artists, and Childish Gambino (these change regularly 😭)

SHOWS; Sister Sister, Moon Knight, Elsbeth, Bluey

MOVIES; The Insidious five, Slenderman, Captain Marvel

ALL TIME FAVE STUFF; Dinosaurs, trains, LoZ, Creepypasta, Bluey, Sanrio, Peppa Pig, ASMR, Childish Gambino, cats, and collecting Fizzy Pop cans!! (Ex. Rillakuma, Hello Kitty, Tokidoki, etc)

REMEMBER

Don’t be hateful, as there are tags for people in the communities I’m in, and we’re not going to trigger them because of your ignorance

have a great day, and be kind, you never know what someone is going through.

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drunkewok · 11 months

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Tiger Inside

Chapter Eight

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3.2k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

Please do not copy or repost my work

I swirled my spoon within the bowl of the food in front of me, all sense of appetite absent from my body. My eyes watched as the food traveled around the utensil making different shapes. As much as I’d love to say I had thoughts occupying my mind, it remained nothing but static. The distant buzz accompanied by the visual, electrical rendition of a fizzy soda. I bit the inside of my cheek as my eyes continued to defocus into a blur, accompanied by the blankest stare ever known to man.

I had the absolute pleasure of embracing another sleepless night in the house, it was getting real tiring with the nights spent staring at a blank ceiling barely illuminated by the moonlight with no solution to my racing thoughts in sight. Once again I felt like I was back in the position of one issue popping up one after another, setting themselves up like dominos, yet glued to the floor and refusing to ever topple.

“You just sitting here in silence playing with your food?” My daze is broken to the sudden voice, blinking my vision back as I studied Seungmin now leaning against the counter sipping on a fresh cup of coffee, eyes filled with a mix of confusion and concern. Finally releasing my grip on the spoon, I reached up and rubbed my face with a yawn. He tilted his head as I brought my attention back to him with a sigh.

“I guess I was just zoned out, a bit tired.” Seungmin hummed in agreement with a nod, holding his mug up slightly with a gesture to offer myself one. I nodded weakly, gratefully accepting the hot drink as he slid it across the counter to me.

“Yeah a lot of the house didn’t get much sleep last night.” He held the cup up to his lips, pausing before taking his drink. “Especially with people sneaking in and out late at night.” He mumbled into the mug before finally taking his sip. I quickly struggled to avoid choking on my coffee, setting it down before glancing around the room to ensure it was just the two of us before continuing.

“Jesus christ, you too? Does the whole house know?”

“What? That you took off and Minho had to chase you down?” I quickly shushed him with a sharp flick of the wrist, attempting to adorn my strongest firm look to ensure he’d shut his mouth. His slight chuckle as he took another sip did nothing to calm my tension. “Relax.” He set the cup down beside him, now leaning back and crossing his arms. “I was up with Felix all night going over the codes, no one else knows but us. He just happened to be getting us another cup of coffee when you two came sneaking in.” I placed my face in my hand, rubbing circles into my temples. “No need to worry, your secret is safe with us. I’m just surprised you came back without Minho biting your head off.”

“Oh trust me, he was just about to.” My mind flashed to the brief moment of panic the moment Minho grabbed my arm in the alley, the familiar gut dropping feeling manifesting once again almost immediately. “I just had some things I had to take care of, okay?” My shoulders dropped in defeat, my voice falling to that of a whisper. “I had every intention of coming back.” My fingers wrapped around the steaming mug in front of me, the high temperature against my fingertips not causing me the alarm that it definitely should have. My eyes focused on the dark liquid, thoughts drifting back to Seongho once again.

“Just be careful.” His joking demeanor was quickly gone, now replaced with a soothing voice, almost concerned. “Now isn’t the time to be running off like that. You need to be safe.” I gave him a soft smile. I knew he and Minho were right, it was a careless move on my end, but in the moment I didn’t know any other option I had. But in turn, I may have been putting myself, and Seongho, in harm's way.

Almost on cue, Minho stepped into the doorframe in silence. I swear this man had the agility of a cat, able to move silently almost as if he was floating across the floor. His eyes glanced between myself and Seungmin, who opted against eye contact and brought his cup to his lips again.

“Com’on.” Minho’s words were sharp, slicing through the silence immediately. I was taken aback by his abrupt demand, hesitating on obeying immediately. He placed his hands in his pockets with a slight tilt of the head, clearly unamused by my stationary figure. “Your training? We don’t have time for days off now.” He nodded to the hallway behind him as he turned around and made his way to the basement stairs. I glanced back to Seungmin, already heading towards Felix’s room.

“Don’t look at me. This is your monster, I have my own to battle with Felix. Good luck!” He waved me off as he began to ascend the stairs, leaving me once again by myself in the kitchen. I groaned as I leaned back in the stool, letting my arms drape behind me dramatically before finally rising and cleaning up my dishes.

As expected, I found Minho in the basement. His figure sitting on a bench in the hall between the multiple doors stretching the walls. His hand rose, pointing down the hall towards the door housing the shooting range.

“I need to see your shots. Go on.” My eyes rolled as I made my way past him toward the door, opening it to see my pistol sitting on a table before a target in the distance. I stopped in my tracks and glanced back to Minho, his face still flat and emotionless as his eyes guided to the target. I’m starting to question just how many of my belongings these boys were able to get off of me during my initial arrival, a slight twinge of regret with now realizing I had let my gun out of my sight long enough for one of them to get their hands on it.

I reached forward, grabbing the ear protection, and starting to load the loose ammo into the weapon. I checked the stance of my feet, grounding myself before holding the gun steady in front of me. After firing off multiple shots toward the target, I took a moment to examine my work. I tried not to grin as I glanced behind me, clearly impressed with my accomplishment. Minho slowly nodded with brows raised, once again trying to fight the slight smirk trying to adorn his lips as the view of my skill.

“Okay, not bad. I’ll give you that.” He stepped over to a button on the wall, pressing it and putting the target in motion. “But it’s different when your target is moving, do it again.” With a huff I turned back and reloaded the pistol, the gall of this man to doubt me in every sense of the matter.

My shots were slower this time, attempting to keep my hand steady as I tracked the target. Its movements were inconsistent, making it impossible to predict its next direction. Multiple of my shots missed, and I attempted to keep myself from frustration as each attempt grew worse. My brows furrowed in irritation as I pulled my ear coverings off, placing them and the gun on the table in front of me with a huff.

“Have to get that attitude in check.” My head snapped around to Minho, standing behind me and studying the poorly hit target.

“Excuse me?” The scoff that shot from my lips came off stranger than I intended, my ability to hide offense nonexistent.

“What?” His eyes crossed from the target to me, a look of irritated confusion. “You really think you can get worked up in the moment like that, miss all of your shots, and still make it out alive? I hate to break it to you, but humans move when they’re being shot at.”

“Wow, thank you. What fantastic pointers. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time.” Minho strode back over to the wall, selecting another button as a fresh target replaced the abused one.

“Good to hear it.” A smug look spread across his cheeks as he gave a half assed smile in my direction. “It’s next time, do it again.” He pressed the first button again as the target started to move down the aisle. “Stay steady with the target, follow it and only pull the trigger only when you’re confident. Keep your breathing slow, put all of your focus on the target.” His words now felt a bit softer, that he was actually trying to put in the effort to assist instead of just giving criticism.

I took a deep breath before raising the pistol once again, keeping the aim in line with the target as it’s position shifted. My finger hesitated against the trigger, unsure of when to make the attempt. I slowed each breath, avoiding any movement of my arms caused by the action. Finally I applied the pressure needed to fire, the bullet making contact with the middle of the target as I heard a muffled cheer behind me through the earmuffs. With a bit more confidence, I stayed tracking the target, firing off more shots until the gun was empty and I laid it down to check my results.

“I knew you had it in there somewhere, you just can’t let yourself get worked up like that. It’ll mess up all the shots.” Minho took a seat behind me, a slow clap following. “You gotta put in more practice on the moving target though. A couple good shots on it aren’t gonna pass.” I laid down the earmuffs again and leaned against the wall beside me, glancing at the man sitting to my side. His face was smug, as if he was crediting himself for the improvement.

“Don’t get cocky about it now, maybe I was just determined to prove you wrong.”

“Even if that was the reasoning, it still worked. Did it not?” Oh what I would give to smack that smirk off his face. The level of satisfaction it could bring me.

As if he had read my thoughts, the smirk was gone. His familiar cold demeanor returned once again. “Have you told him?” My eyes immediately glued to the floor in front of me, I was still unsure of how to even approach Chan on the matter, let alone how the conversation would even play out. With a sigh, Minho stood and made his way to the door, holding it open and gesturing out with the tilt of the head. “Let’s go.”

“Right now?” My eyes grew in shock, the thought of heading up to his office right now looming over my shoulders.

“I told you that you need to tell him. If you don’t, I will. And I’ll have to explain the reason I know of him, and I don’t think you want me to explain your little night escapade, now do you?”

It felt like with each step the staircase grew longer, my desire for it to instantly transform into a downward escalator creating a never ending treadmill of a stair climb strengthening, not wanting to ever reach the top. Minho stayed close behind, ensuring I didn’t try and slither myself away from the situation. The dark halls felt as though they were looming over me and closing in as I stepped foot outside of Chan’s office door.

Reaching up, my fist made contact with multiple knocks, waiting for the muffled come in from behind the door. I slid the door open slightly, just enough to peek my head in, seeing Chan raise his head from the paper he was writing on for a brief moment before continuing.

“Hi Chan… Could I-Could I speak with you for a moment?” My inability to formulate a smooth sentence for him had me mentally slamming my head against a wall. As he beckoned me in, Minho slid inside directly behind me, causing Chan to glance up at the two of us through his lashes before setting down his pen and raising his head slowly in exasperated disappointment.

“It’s been one day… What have you two done now?”

“Oh no, it’s not about us. He’s been helping me on my aim and it’s…” I glanced back to Minho, once again expressionless, before turning back to Chan. “…going well.” Chan’s raised brow while glancing between the two of us suggested disbelief in my statement, but I knew we could cross that bridge at another time. I took a seat before Chan, scratching the back of my neck while trying to formulate how to approach this.

“So there’s someone I just wanna let you know about.” Chan sat back in his seat, hands in lap, studying me as he waited for me to continue. “He’s someone who’s been really close to me ever since I left.”

“Is it that bartender from Blossom?” My breath caught in my throat, my muscles tensing as I processed Chan’s immediate response. His initial unfazed expression changed as he studied my startled reaction, a brow raising in confusion. “What? You thought I didn’t already know about him? Hyunjin and Felix were visiting for months, do you really think they weren’t reporting back to me at all?” My mouth hung slack as I stuttered an attempt at a response, glancing back to Minho who leaned against a wall, smirking down at his feet in silence.

“I guess-I just didn’t really think about it that way.” I rubbed my thumb into the palm of my hand in an attempt to soothe the nerves growing in my veins, Chan nodded with a soft hum before lifting his pen once again and turning his attention back to the paper in front of him.

“So what about him do I need to know? Is there something he knows that he shouldn’t?” The soft scratch of pen to paper filled the silent room as I hesitated on my answer,

“No, not at all. He thinks I left to help out at a convenience store run by my parents.” My palm turned red as the pressure from my thumb increased, my nervous tick taking over as I struggled to keep my head level. Chan hummed slightly as he nodded his head.

“Then what’s the issue?” He pulled the top paper off the stack, setting it to the side as he continued on to the next sheet, scribbling down word after word.

“I just-I need to know that he’ll be safe.” Chan peered up at me through his lashes as his pen hesitated before continuing to write.

“I can’t make you that promise.” His eyes fell back on the project in front of him, my jaw tensing with nervousness as I racked my brain for solutions.

“What if I did it?” Both Chan and Minho’s eyes immediately glued to me, the three of us sitting in a painful silence. “Let me go back to work at Blossom, so I can keep an eye on him.”

“Hell no.” Minho’s harsh voice cut the thick air from behind me, finally speaking up. I turned as he pushed off the wall and made his way towards us, his eyes drilling into me. "You really think being near him will keep him out of harm's way? You’ll only be leading it straight to him, let alone yourself.” As I opened my mouth to protest, Chan quickly cut me off.

“He’s right. That will only cause more harm than good.” Chan cleared his throat as he quietly drummed a single finger on his desk. “I’ll see what I can do, but once again, I can’t make you any promises.” Accepting I was outnumbered in the debate, I swallowed my words and nodded silently, my eyes falling on my hands in my lap in defeat.

“Does Jiho know about the shipments?” Chan’s hand froze as he stopped writing, my abrupt question clearly catching him off guard. His chest rose and fell with a deep breath before setting the pen down, leaning back in his chair, his stern eyes meeting my own.

“Not yet, no.” Chan interlocked his fingers together in his lap, now his turn to hesitate before continuing. “He’s a busy man, I haven’t been able to schedule a meeting with him yet to discuss it.” His fingers ran through his hair, I only just now began to notice the lack of sleep manifesting under his eyes, levels of stress taking over as he struggled to find answers. “I have work I need to finish, we can discuss this later.” He shooed the two of us off, I followed Minho out of the room in silence before the door finally latched behind us, leaving the two of us in the hallway alone.

“What the fuck was that?” Minho raised a brow at my abrupt verbal aggression, a quizzical expression as he stayed silent. “He knew!? Were you aware of this?” He smirked as he let out a huff of amusement, his eyes falling deeper down the hall, avoiding my own.

“Of course I was, did you really assume he wasn’t going to know? It was quite obvious.” I smacked his chest as my face scrunched in frustration. The audacity of this man to force me into Chan’s office, having a discussion that clearly did not need to occur.

“Why would you make me do this then? What was the point? Was this for your sick amusement?” Anger started to boil in my veins, every time I start to think we’re trying to make progress, Minho throws us three steps back.

“Of course not. I needed to make sure you’d do it. There’s no keeping secrets here.” My jaw clenched as Minho finally met my stare, his flat expression only infuriating me more as he subtly cocked his head to the side, slipping his hands into his pockets and far too calm. I balled my hands into fists at my side, restraining myself from ripping into him here and now.

He was treating me as some toy, dangling me in front of him and playing with me as if I was like a puppet for his own amusement. I questioned if he would ever be able to take me seriously, to treat me if I was an equal and not something below him. His cocky nature pushing me to the brink of explosion.

“You’re insufferable.” I pushed past him, clipping his shoulder as I left him behind with a scoff. I stopped before rounding the corner down the hall, turning back to him as he slowly turned my direction. “I’m willing to make our situation at least a little bearable here, it’d be the least you can do to get off your high horse and at least treat me with the same level of respect.” With that I turned on my heel, continuing down the dark halls toward my room and slamming my door behind me in frustration.

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 8 months

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Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) - Part 1

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Briefing room, 7am

Sergeant Christine 'Riot' Vega stopped in her tracks after opening the door to the briefing room, mobile phone in hand, when she found the room empty except for Kate Laswell sitting inside, facing the door.

''Kinda dramatic this early, don't you think?''

Laswell shrugged, sitting comfortably in one of the briefing room's chairs, which she had moved to face another next to the desk where the officers gave the instructions for the day.

''I am jet-lagged''

Riot grunted, rubbing her still sleepy eyes while she closed the door behind her and returned her phone to her pocket. Then, she approached the CIA Station Chief and sat down in front of her. Both women looked at each other for a couple of seconds before Laswell grabbed a can of coke from her bag and placed it on the desk next to Vega.

''It's 7am, Kate''

''You're going to need the sugar''

Riot glanced at the can before shrugging and grabbing it, cracking it open.

''I get the feeling I'm not going to like this'' She sipped a bit of the fizzy drink and sighed. ''Am I?''

''Maybe, maybe not'' Laswell retrieved a couple of folders from her bag and handed them to the Sergeant before leaning back in her chair again. ''There are photos in there. They are not pretty''

Riot looked up at the CIA agent for a second before opening the first folder. Her expression didn't change much except for a slight frown, and she started browsing the photos inside.

''... I knew these people'' She muttered, looking at Kate again.

''In the last few weeks, five former HeadHunters operators have passed away in less than clear circumstances'' Laswell leaned in and started grabbing the photos from the folder. ''Car accident, gas explosion, mugging gone wrong, another car accident, drug overdose''

Vega frowned, grabbing the last photo again to stare at it, drinking a bit more from the can.

''Drug overdose? Hawkins? He fainted at the sight of a needle, you can't possibly believe he'd...''

''I don't'' Laswell shook her head, leaving the photos again on the folder and grabbing the unopened one. ''But General Shepherd's substitute apparently thinks they're just unfortunate coincidences''

''Coincidences'' Riot snorted, checking the photos one by one. ''That doesn't exist''

The door opened again to reveal Captain John Price and Telecommunications Services Officer Gabriella 'Gabi' Cruz on the treshold. Captain Price waited for Gabi to step in before closing the door behind them, and took a seat behind the desk while the younger woman dragged a chair next to Laswell to sit down.

''What did we miss?'' Price grunted, his deep voice still sounding sleepy, but his eyes were as alert as always while he sat back and crossed his arms.

''I just showed her the photos'' Laswell looked at him briefly, and then at Gabi before returning her eyes to Riot, whose right knee had started to bounce.

''I feel like I'm about to be lectured here''

''There are other former HeadHunters operators that have simply vanished'' Laswell handed her the unopened folder, and the Sergeant grabbed it without looking. ''If voluntarily or not, that we don't know. But another six operators are unaccounted for as of today''

Riot looked at the list of names inside the folder, checking briefly the military files included, and then closed it before looking at Price.

''The answer is no''

The Captain chuckled and nodded before looking back at Laswell.

''You owe me a tenner, Kate''

''I owe you shit, John, we hadn't even gotten to that point'' The Station Chief grunted, and glared briefly at Gabi, who was quietly chuckling beside her, before leaning in her chair to look at Riot. ''Christine, if former HeadHunters operators are disappearing or being killed...''

''I said no'' The Sergeant stared right back at Laswell, with the stubborn look she knew so well after so many years. ''I won't hide in a basement, lay low, or whatever the fuck you were planning to do with me. Use me as bait instead''

''That's out of the fucking question'' Price shook his head gruffly. ''Not happening, kid''

''We have some of the rest under surveillance'' Gabi intervened, searching for a paper in one of the several folders she was holding, and handing it to Riot, who took it with a nod. ''There are not many left, I'm afraid. The unit had a high rate of...''

''Casualties'' Riot finished for her, studying the list of names and locations on the paper. ''I'm aware of that. Our COs wanted results, not safety''

''Until we know why they are disappearing or dying, I want you to...''

''I don't know why they disappear, but I can tell you why these are dead'' Riot interrupted, handing back the paper to Gabi and grabbing the photographs from the other folder again. Laswell blinked, surprised for once.

''You can?''

''Aye. I'm a recon scout. I'm trained to gather intel.'' The Sergeant nodded, humming softly while studying the faces, scanning her memory. ''It started with Colonel Stephen Greer, Rico's predecessor. He used to recruit people that were on the verge of being discharged for questionable behaviour or plainly criminal offences. People that were expendable, didn't know what else to do with their lives and wanted money to save for retirement''

''Colonel Greer is retired at the moment and living in Granada, Spain'' Gabi informed, consulting one of her other folders, and Riot chuckled.

''Of course he is, like a thousand of other Brits roasting themselves in the Spanish coast'' She kept humming, and then chose two photos and left them on the desk for them to see. ''These two were recruited by Greer, way before my time. They were about to get the boot for war crimes in the Gulf War 2. Their loyalty was to Greer, not Rico, and when Greer retired, they were butting heads the whole time. If the ones that disappeared are alive and have just rejoined Rico, these two wouldn't make the cut. But they could tell all kinds of shit about HeadHunters''

''And Rico shut them up'' Price nodded, arms still crossed and observing intently his newest Sergeant, who was now placing a third photo on the desk.

''Hawkins, as I said, fainted at the sight of a needle, but wasn't beyond dealing with opioids that he stole from every base where he had been stationed. I caught him myself once'' She frowned, shaking her head. ''Would do anything for money, including selling his mother''

''So Rico had him killed just in case?'' Laswell asked, grabbing the photo to look at it. ''Makes sense. When we interviewed him after your... ordeal, he didn't have anything to say, but suggested he could 'remember' things''

''Charming'' Riot shrugged, and then gave her another of the photos. ''This one was nuts, a loose cannon. He couldn't be sent alone anywhere because he would get in fights all the time, often killing the opponent. Useful when raiding a compound, but not so much when you're trying to lay low, off the grid''

''He was the first to die, in a supposed mugging that went wrong'' Gabi informed, with the police investigation file in hand and reading from it. ''What about the last one? Gonzalo Mejía... The one that had his house in Cartagena explode with him inside because of a gas leak''

''Gonzalo was a bastard. I don't know how he ended in HeadHunters, but he was a Caballero Legionario Paracaidista'' Riot leaned back in her chair, studying the photo. ''A paratrooper. Fucking tough guys. Nuts, too. My paternal grandfather was one''

''We have the theory that he had something that Rico wanted, the house had been searched through after the explosion. The house next door had cameras and recorded everything, but we couldn't identify anyone''

''If Mejía had something, he hid it and Rico wouldn't know where to look'' Riot shrugged, leaving the photo on the table, and Laswell smiled. Gabi smiled. Riot's eyes narrowed. ''What?''

''Would you know where to look?'' The CIA Station Chief leaned forward in her chair again, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on her joined hands.

''Why do I feel that I'm being set up?'' Vega sighed, rolling her eyes and looking at Price. ''Does this have your approval?''

Captain Price couldn't hide his proud smirk when Laswell frowned. Ever since Belarus it had been clear where Vega's loyalty was.

''It does, kid. Miss Cruz here has planned everything it seems. You two are to travel to Spain, investigate the house, and then travel to Granada to interview Colonel Greer''

Riot's eyes turned to Gabi, who looked positively giddy.

''I have planned it as an undercover operation, just in case there's anyone keeping an eye on Greer apart from us. So we will fly to Valencia, and then we'll rent a car and go on a road trip, making stops, as if we were on holiday!''

Great.

Riot rubbed her eyes, listening to Price's rumbling laugh at Gabi's excitement.

''Alright... the two of us?''

''No, we're four. We'll need support, and to make it more believable I thought it would be best to pretend to be two couples on holidays!''

Riot's hand froze in place, staring at Gabi.

''What...?''

In that moment, someone knocked on the door, and after Price barked a curt 'Come in', Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley and Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish stepped inside.

''Are we late, sir?'' Soap grinned, and Price shook his head, trying not to laugh at the face Riot was making.

''No, lad, you two are exactly on time. Sit down. You're gonna need it''

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