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The mirror knows the real you
#digital art#my art#i just needed to get something out of my head :)#this art is about someone#but ough#it came out so fucking good#i want to eat it#i feel like it would taste like strawberry and sour blue raspberry#surprisingly...this is not a fully rendered piece#the lineart is just the sketch but duplicated#and i didnt do any fancy shading
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I wish you would write a fic where Gabriel, Adrien, and Nathalie get ice cream from Andre Glacier and Gabriel’s ice cream reflects Nathalie, not Emilie
It had seemed like a good idea; Nathalie had needed reassurance after being akumatised so Adrien thought to ask, and his father was being unusually attentive and indulgent so for once he could ask an expect a yes.
In fact the sound of André Glacier calling out his wares in front of the manor had seemed like fate.
Nathalie hadn't been happy with his father at breakfast, Adrien wasn't stupid enough not to see that, but his father had clearly been making an effort to win her back over- including finally acknowledging her as part of the family even if he wasn't quite ready to admit they were dating yet despite the ring he'd given her.
The two of them sharing ice cream meant for lovers should have been the ideal way to get them to reconcile, keep Nathalie from being akumatised again in her fragile state and prevent his father from falling back into the pit of grief he'd only just managed to claw his way out from.
But even as Adrien was staring at his own familar bowl of blackberry, blueberry, and strawberry choc chip and trying to convince itself that it wasn't necessarily Ladybug- that the it could be Marinette's hair and eyes and the spots in the red meant nothing his father's hand slammed down on the counter.
"That's the wrong one," He snapped at the ice cream seller. "Peach and Mint, that's what you always give me."
Adrien looked up to see a bowl that looked nothing like that.
It actually looked not dissimilar to his own, the same small scoop of blueberry sat on top but-
"No, this is right," André said, "you need something a little different now, cranberry for-"
"How things have soured between us? I'm no fool I can see who this is meant to be,"
Nathalie, it had to be. As if there was any question that it those colours for his father could be anyone else the swirl of red sauce on the dark blue sorbet matching the streak on her hair made that clear.
"Isn't that a good thing?" He interupted his father, "that,"
"That it can change?" His father snarled back, "all that establishes is that this whole thing is a marketing strategy. That it's not your soulmate or the love of your life or whatever ridiculous,"
"Love is not ridiculous," André interrupted, "you can find love again Monsieur Agreste. It finds us all."
"That's-"
"Father," Adrien tried again, "if we don't hurry up then Nathalie will come looking for us."
"I'm sure Nathalie is already watching us," Gabriel spat.
Adrien blinked and stared at his father, "you said all of that knowing she might hear it? How could you? Nathalie loves you, and she's already scared because of her illness- she was just akumatised. How could you be so horrible to her?"
"Nathalie would probably say,"
"That you forget to think about other people." The woman herself startled them.
"You shouldn't be out of the house," Adrien said, feeling his cheeks go hot with embarassment.
"Your father bought me this so I could leave the house," she said, and she held out some notes to André, "here. Give me mine and we'll be gone."
"Ah, mademoiselle," he went to scope up a white ice cream, "for his icy-"
"I don't need the spiel. You've already upset one of us. Just give me something that tastes nice."
The ice cream seller handed it over. Nathalie sighed as she took it.
Once again it was easy to know who it was. Though Adrien wondered at the scoop of what looked like raspberry ripple. It looked just like one of the cravats his father used to favour, but he wasn't wearing it now.
He hadn't in fact ever since he'd finally reached out to Adrien. It didn't make sense that it was the version of his father who hadn't moved on who André had given Nathalie. Maybe Ladybug and his father were right. Making this ice cream man just put the combinations together he wanted. Maybe there was no magic.
"Thank you," Nathalie said. "Let's go."
His father stomped his way back to the house and Adrien just did not get it. No one was saying he didn't love Adrien's maman. And he'd been looked so concerned for Nathalie after his akumatisation. He didn't know how he could treat her like this, react like this now.
"Adrien," he father said suddenly, "go find us napkins. There's some in the kitchen. Nathalie and I will meet you in the garden."
He did as he was told but his father must have misjudged because Adrien was still in earshot when he heard him say, "this means nothing."
"If you say so Gabriel."
"Don't."
"I thought you asked me to call you that."
"You know," his father said, "if I was to believe in this rubbish then that cone of yours would say you still loved me."
"Does it? Or does it say that I loved the man you were."
"You're not-" his father suddenly broke off, "oh god. You are."
"Using that is cheating." Nathalie said.
Adrien frowned and peeked out the door but he couldn't see what "that" she was talking about. It just seemed to be his father and Nathalie holding nothing but their ice creams.
"But then," his father's hold on his ice cream was tight, and Adrien feared he break it, "no. No no, these things can't be real. That's just coincedence. Yours being right doesn't mean mine is."
"Thanks for making it so clear to me," Nathalie says sounding like she's making a company annoucement, "I always wanted to hear you tell me I'm not good enough for you."
His father suddenly burst out laughing. The ice cream fell from his hands to the floor.
Adrien stared in horror. This wasn't even cruelty from his father. There was no taunting in his laughter, it was all hysteria. He looked insane. Possessed.
"You think that's the problem," he said, "oh the things I could do to you Nathalie. They'd make you blush."
"Monsieur Adrien could hear you."
"I told you not to call me that." He grabbed her arm, and Adrien almost throught he was going to kiss her from how close their faces were, "don't you get it Nathalie? I could kill that man for giving me that ice cream today. I could have had this weeks ago and- and things would be different. But he gave it to me when it's too late. When I don't have the time left to-"
"Adrien," Nathalie hissed. "He might still be in the kitchen."
His father let go of her and straightens up. "It doesn't matter. This changes nothing. The only way out is the way it always has been."
Adrien didn't understand. What way out? Why didn't they have time, Nathalie's illness? Or something else?
"You should clean up that mess." Nathalie's eyes flicked to the split ice cream on the floor, the mess that had been supposed to be love for her her, "I'm going to go out after Adrien."
Her words had his feet moving, terror at getting caught moving him despite his broken heart. Something was very wrong, but all he was sure of was that them knowing he'd heard would only make things worse.
#angst#gabenath#gabriel agreste#nathalie sancoeur#if you want a happy ice cream fic go to my ao3#my fic#prompt fic
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⌲;꒰ Billy Showalter Headcannons! ꒱
Random Billy headcannons bc I love him sm!!
→ His favorite color is red and he everything he owns is that bright fucking red (His jacket, notebooks, water bottle, pencils, etc)
→No matter how hot it is he won't take off that damn letterman jacket, it could be 100 degrees and he'll still wear it
→Everyone wonders why Billy wears a letterman jacket even though he doesn't play a sport and he always like; "It looks cool"
→ If he had a crush on someone who wasn't in his usual route for the paper he would wake up extra early just so he could add them into it
→One time he hit Vance in the face with he newspaper on "accident"
→His hair looks honey blonde during the summer but when winter comes around it gets noticeability darker
→Watches Scooby-Doo every morning before school while eating cinnamon toast crunch
→One time he tried to cut his hair on his own and had a bald spot for three weeks
→He takes special care or his hair, washing it every weekend with cherry or strawberry shampoo and conditioner
→He got put in a vote for best hair at school and got ranked at 3rd, Vance got first and Robin got second.
→Was in Boy's Scouts for three years
→Moved from California to Denver
→He's 5'5 but tells everyone he's 5'6 or 5'7
-He's a morning person
→He listens to all kinds of music but he really hates country music
→Doesn't like necklaces because he forgets he's wearing them and freaks out bc he thinks its a bug or snake
→Animals are just attracted to him, on his rides to school he'll most likely be followed by a stray cat
→He's scared of snakes and bugs
→Prefers Fall over all the seasons
→Doesn't like pumpkin spice nor does he get the hype about it
→He loves chocolate and mint like mint chocolate chip ice cream or thin mint cookies
→Prefers French toast sticks over waffles and pancakes
→He doesn't eat the crust when he eats pizza
→He doesn't like onions, if they're on his burger then he won't eat it even if someone tells him to take them off
→He hates sour candy, says that something sweet shouldn't taste sour first
→His favorite kind of candy are jolly ranchers, blue raspberry and cherry are his favorite flavors
→If he splits something in half he's letting you have the bigger piece
-He doesn't like orange juice with the pulp
→His fave soda is Root Beer or Cherry Coca-Cola
→He got his dog for a birthday gift after begging his mom for years
→ His dog's name is Arlo bc I said so!
→He has to have Arlo sleep at the foot of his bed, claiming that he can't sleep if he's not there
→When he takes Arlo to the dog park he pets every dog there and tries to remember them if he sees them again when he comes back
→He uses Arlo as a pillow whenever he's doing his homework or reading comics
→Him and Griffin are best friends
→He takes Griffin on his bike rides to deliver the papers, letting him ride on the back of his bike
→Billy hates olives and Griffin loves them! The Olive Theory <3
→He swears up and down that he has the strongest immune system and then he gets sick as soon as the first day of winter hits
→He doesn't like flying, airplanes make him feel anxious
→He's really good at remembering names, like even people who probably don't know him he just knows everyone
→Whenever he goes shopping with his parents he always wonders off somewhere and has to be called back over the intercom
→Went fishing with his Dad and ended up falling in the water because he couldn't hold onto the fishing pole
→He's really into cars, being able to name any model he sees
→Can't play chess or checkers for shit he's really good at card games his fave to play is blackjack
→He broke his ankle once while riding his bike down a hill
→Really likes ladybugs, rolley pollys and fireflies
#the black phone#the black phone x reader#the black phone headcanons#billy showalter x reader#billy showalter#griffin stagg#bruce yamada#finney blake#vance hopper
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whats a food that Jersey will ALWAYS eat
now...i was going to say something Very Uncivilized...
;)
but i am a lady of class and caliber, so here's my dignified answer.
jersey, like all my kyles, deeefinitely has a sweet tooth.
my son likes all kinds of desserts, pastries and confectioneries. however, due to the severity of his ed, he’d sworn off sugar, nearly cutting it out completely...which, you did read that correctly, my friends, i did say Nearly, because ed or not, jersey kyle cannot resist the sweet, sugary siren call of...
Red Candy.
like not just any candy. not blue candy or green candy or yellow candy, he doesn't want to waste empty calories on the gross gaudy green apple flavored candy or like a super sour lemon warhead or god forbid, blue raspberry Anything that tastes like an aneurysm feels.
no, jersey likes the Red flavored candy. red starbursts, red vines ( he literally can't go to the movies bc all the boxes of red vines stress him out too much ), fkn swedish fish, only the red gummy bears, etc.
tbh, idk if it's a brain thing, but i honestly think he just Likes the cherry/strawberry/red flavored candy? it brings him Joy? i luv him.
like, you literally know if jerseykyle has been somewhere if there is a bag of candy with ALL THE RED CANDY GONE but all the other colored pieces in there. he will literally pick around all the other flavors of candy, dig out Just The Red Ones and eat them, smh.
it also has to be like hyper sugary, uber sweet candy, he doesn't really like sour candy at all ( stan loves sour candy btw ) or chocolate even. it works mostly w/ mike&ike, swedish fish, starburst type candy but...
it works the BEST with red skittles.
jersey kyle LOOOOVES red skittles.
like if you open a skittle bag around him, he will feign disinterest and sneer at you prententiously like 'absolutely naught, why the fuck would u ask me, that u fuckin idiot?' but the second you offer him a red skittle...it's so over. his eyes get Wide...he's so cute, ew.
he always tells himself he's not gonna do it, but when he goes to pick up cigarettes @ 7/11, 9/10 times he grabs a bag of skittles, eats all the red ones out of it then tosses the rest of the bag out. it's the only thing he does to treat himself...literally ever:
a pack of cigarettes & a pack of skittles.
or, Four Skittles, really. because there were probably about only four red ones in there. which kyle complains about so much!!! like, stan!!! why the fuck don't they just put RED SKITTLES in the bags??? all the other flavors taste bad, the red ones are clearly superior!!! >:0
so, on their anniversary, ravenstan handed jersey something...
a single bag of skittles.
kyle was like...you got me skittles for our anniversary???
and stan was like...open the package, dummy. ;)
so kyle did...
aND IT WAS FULL OF RED SKITTLES!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAA
AND KYLE WAS SOOO EXCITED LIKE OH MY GOD YOU GOT ME A PACK OF SKITTLES WITH ONLY RED SKITTLES IN IT????!!!!! <33
stan shrugged, all smug like…
Well, You Only Like The Red Ones.
and it was really cute, but kyle was just like i do like the red skittles, but i like you more, and i like sharing a bag of skittles with you more than anything else in the world.
because i think it's sweet that you Also like the red skittles, but you know i Only like them, so you fish them out of the packet, one by one, feed them to me and then eat all the other ones bc u don't like waste.
like the fact that you're willing to eat all the other forgotten flavors and never have a single red skittle ever again...just to keep me happy...that is the greatest give anyone could ever give me.
so thank you, but if it's all the same to you, i'd like to spend the rest of my life to starting bags of skittles and having you finish them. <3
gAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.
anyways...
love is no longer a lie.
thank you for coming to my ted talk.
-uncle nina, branch in my eye
#ANYWAYS#YEP#RED SKITTLE SUPREMACY#it keeps his diabetes in check#on really bad days he buys just red candy and eats the whole box like tbh the red candy carries his diabetes during his ed#i do think if they get actually married its gonna be like Would You Spend The Rest Of My Life Sharing Skittles With Me?#gaaaay as fuuuuuck#anyways we were too happy so pls know during the divorce u could tell kyle was having a bad time bc there were tons of candy packets#and little orange yellow green and blue candies#but no red ones#i just know stan saw all the opened packets w the red candy gone n wanted to end it aaalll like MAAAN no one there to eat the others#i'm miserable#BUT KYLE IS SO CUTE HE REALLY ONLY LIKES THE RED CANDIES LIKE HE GETS SO EXCITED#stan do be feeding him the lil red candies <3#i'm love them anyways ravesey style world domination#also rip do think crush jersey kyle#who is moderately in denial abt wanting raven of cd to kiss him#pops a red skittle after he smokes a cigarette#bc he’s worried abt tasting like cigarette smoke#hope i die lol
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embarrassing, how it had happened out of nowhere. usually there's a sign that it's coming - a dizzy feeling, a pang of pain, something. this time, it was at the least opportune moment, because of fucking course it was. they'd been sitting closer this time than before. his hip pressing against hers, a blanket wrapped around the two of them and not just cloaked around gen's shoulders. the tv was playing a re-run of something ; flashes of vivid lights, deep blue raspberry and electric strawberry red painted along their faces. old cartoons were best for that, those nostalgic colors stirring something up in you that feels like warmth, like maybe your childhood hadn't been complete shit, like maybe the horrors had never happened. he'd been looking over at them, at the gentle curve of her mouth, the elegant tear drop shape of their cupid's bow. would she taste of sour patch kids? all citrus and sour, the kind that makes your mouth water - ambrosia on his tongue. looking back now, he swears he was going to do it, close that space between them and kiss her the way they deserved to be kissed. but it had all turned copper and iron. the warmth caught him by surprise ; a tickling drip that leaked onto the image of donnie darko along his shirt and made him shoot up to his feet. "fuck -- shit." now, as the embarrassment of missed opportunity sinks in and he leans over her sink, his eyes like stormy ocean waves, he smiles, "i, uh, hope i didn't get any on on you." a gentle laugh. they dab at the red on his nose. "at least my shirt looks cooler now, huh? what d'you think?"
sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth , @walkeddeath 𖦹
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What RW scugs would taste like blended into a smoothie
Survivor: Vanilla Yogurt. Factory setting of a scug, factory setting of a smoothie (/milkshake at this point)
Monk: Coconut+Banana+Vanilla. Consider this, Vanilla is the flavor of their sibling (makes sense), they themselves are banana-coded, and the coconut is just in there for extra zest. Is it somewhat basic? Yes. Because Monk is somewhat basic.
(By the way I know most smoothies involve Banana, but if I say Banana then it's specifically flavored as such)
Hunter: Lemon+Strawberry+Ginger. Hunter can't just taste normal- Honestly, realistically, it would be nasty- Because of the Rot, y'know. Anyways, bitter, a smidge spicy, but still red/pink with smoothie sweetness.
Nightcat: Sesame+Blueberries. Just about as black as a smoothie can get. Not very sweet; the taste overall just isn't all that intense. Most interesting feature is the texture. Alternatively, Oreo milkshake! But you know. That's licherally just a milkshake.
Gourmand: PB+Peach+Mango+Yogurt. The return of the yogurt flavor, not because of any relation, I just think Gourmand would be a thicker smoothie (/milkshake.. again). Creamy flavor yk. Same reason for the (smidge of) peanut butter... The fruit are both round and exude good vibes. I could also see Melon or Honeydew btw.
Rivulet: Battery Acid. Okay maybe he'd have blue raspberry flavor or something, but it would definitely be synthetic-feeling. Put some sour powder in there. Or some salt. Some energy drink in there. What the fuck is this drink???? Is it a milkshake??? a smoothie???? an affront to all that is holy??? FUCK IF I KNOW I don't make drinks
Spearmaster: Grape+Watermelon. A light and fresh drink... To perhaps be enjoyed with long biscuits, or perhaps some white chocolate sticks (whatever you call those). You can use it to drink your prescription medicine, just like Spearmaster after going to their therapist!
Artificer: Pomegranate+Blackberry+Cayenne Pepper. An honestly slighty fucked up smoothie with a deep red color. Doesn't go easy on the spice, more than you'd expect from just Cayenne, probably. The more it makes you feel like YOUR spit can turn a spear explosive, the better <3
Saint: Kale+Avocado+Banana. Yes this is a type of smoothie that exists... Kinda?? Anyways, it probably sorta tastes like grass, it's filling and could probably count as a dinner smoothie perhaps? It won't really keep you warm, it's a smoothie after all, but maybe you'll turn green afterwards
Enot: Mystery Sauce. It tastes different the longer it's in your mouth, and then the aftertaste is yet again something different. It kind of tastes like medicine, yet sweet, yet also flat sometimes. Thick smell and kinda looks oily <:(
Reblog if you want me to blend the iterators next /j
More seriously idk what came over me so I may never do this again uhm. thumbs up
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With pride month coming to an end, I will now take a moment to rank some pride flags based on how much I, personally, want to eat them.
(Note, this is not a commentary on the anything regarding the origins of the flags, any surrounding politics/discourse, or the designs themselves. Just flavor potential.)
All under the cut for your convenience!
Progress flag 2/10, there's just too much flavor here. There's the tropical candy flavors of the rainbow, the rich and chocolately flavors of the brown and black stripes, then the marshmallow flavors of the blue, pink, and white. It's just too much for one mouthful.
Agender flag 1/10, it's like a minty center in an oreo cookie. I'm not a big fan of mint paired with any flavors other than mint so this is going to be a hard pass for me.
Aromantic flag 2/10, more of a lime than a mint, still repping that oreo though. Citrus and oreo don't mix well, in my experience, but I'll take it over the mint.
Asexual flag 3/10, this one pairs grape candy with oreo. Purple is just kind of an unappetizing color in general. I AM a fan of grape soda though, and grape soda with oreos isn't the WORST combo...
Bear flag 0/10, this feels like it would be like biting into a scented candle.
Bigender flag 4/10, this isn't cotton candy, but cotton-candy-flavored other candy. And those are reaaally hit or miss for me. I mean I'll TRY IT, but it's a complete toss up whether it'll taste good or not.
Bisexual flag 6/10, this has the vibes of one of those over-engineered cocktails. The kinds that cost like 40 bucks a pop and come in like a fish bowl. Taste-wise... eeehhhh... As long as I can't taste the alcohol it's probably a decent drink.
Gay flag (1979) 9/10, delicious. This is skittles or starbursts or jellybeans. Candy you eat in handfuls. Point deducted because it's bad for your teeth.
Philidelphia flag 4/10, introduced chocolate cookie crunch to my bowl of jellybeans. The texture clashes more than the flavor, to be fair, but I have sensory issues with food so I will absolutely be taking that into account. If I can pick the cookie bits out and eat those later you can consider it an 8/10.
Genderfluid flag 2/10, I don't know what flavor this parses as. Maybe no flavor at all? Maybe it's like... strawberry/blueberry Lacroix where it's more about the smell and aftertaste than the immediate flavor.
Intersex flag 0/10, this is like a splash of grape flavoring in lemonade. I'm a slut for lemonade but once I chased a capful of nyquil with it and I threw up.
Genderflux flag 5/10, see this would be DELICIOUS if it weren't for the grey stripe. Without it, it parses as a light, tropical candy with a bit of tartness to them. Something with a powdery texture.
Genderqueer flag 0/10, this would be like chomping down on a handful of clover that you pulled from the pasture. I really don't like leafy flavors at all, but my bunny would absolutely love eating this flag so that's a 10/10 from him.
Lipstick lesbian flag 0/10, yup, those are lipstick colors. It would taste like lipstick. I ate a whole tube of lipstick as a child once and it was a bad time.
Lesbian flag (2018) 8/10, this is a creamsicle. A bit of orange and rasberry with a vanilla creme. A delicious treat on a hot summer day.
Nonbinary flag 0/10, way too many clashing flavors here. You've got the grape and lemon, but this is a particularly sour lemon, plus the cream and cookie of an oreo mixed in. If I ate this I would get a tummy ache.
Pansexual flag 10/10, DELICIOUS. This is another cold summer treat but this time it's like a bomb pop. I'm a fan of sour flavors and this bad boy is aaalllll sour. A tart cherry/strawberry at the top, lemon in the middle, blue raspberry at the bottom. Perfect, mouth-watering, no notes.
Transgender flag 8/10, this is some sort of early-springtime marshmallow treat. Or maybe some kind of fancy layer cake with a lot of frosting. Very good and sweet, however it might be a bit rich for me to eat more than a couple of bites.
Polyamory flag -10/10, this does not parse as food in any capacity. Plus I can't eat math.
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So after finally getting my Gamer Supps samples and my GFuel order I've tried all 3 samples and both flavors and I wanna lay out my thoughts on them.
So first to get the energy drink formulas part out of the way, I 100% feel they are both stronger than Monster and the nootropics are def. a factor I can feel. Vs each other though? I'd say Gamer Supps just hits stronger by a bit, it can be taxing in too high a dose for me even.
To rundown taste and each flavor I'll start at GFuel, they are mildly chalky and lighter sweetness and mildly lighter flavor. Cutting the serving in half def. made both flavors better to me (or add more water if that's your bag) but the chalky texture was fine with me even at full strength. My fav drink is a malt, do u think chalky bothers me???
I got 2 tubs of GFuel on bogo while waiting for my Gamer Supps samples and the total price was $48 for both with tax and shipping, 80/160 servings (160 bc they taste better at half to me. 80 at regular serving size) about 60/30c a serving which ain't bad, worse than crystal light (17c+ a serving) better than any canned energy drink.
First flavor I tried was the Candy Corn on Halloween! Just a wonderful experience enjoying my candy corn drink and handing out candy, the flavor is definitely candy corn-specifically the honey and vanilla flavors and an added (candy) flavor I wanna say might be carrot extractive? At times at full strength it gave carrot cake vibes but at half this is harder to notice and I just taste a sweet and very slightly sour candy corn flavor. I wanna drink more writing this,,,,in love. Not bad at full strength and I'd say try it there first, but I like the change from half to two-thirds gives.
Next is the Sour Power aka Raspberry Candy flavored and I'm not sure which raspberry candy but it has a flavor profile a LOT like a sour punch straw, big malic acid hit first them you taste the flavor which isn't my favorite thing but the flavor itself is nice and the sour isn't gross or everlasting. It is just pleasing, not amazing but uniquely restrained (It tastes like the base of a punch, which is almost a compliment- it's rare to taste punch flavors alone these days) flavor that at full strength is too much but at half tastes really nice to me. Would advise trying it at half first THEN mixing more in if you want.
FINALLY my samples for Gamer Supps came, they were lost in the mail somewhere,,,I wonder why (deterioration of the u.s postal service) the flavors they sent were Strawberry Lime, Blue Razz, and Pineapple Cocktail.
Gamer Supps all have a specific underlying taste to them which I am guessing is the energy blend + sweetener +(probably flavor mix they like, like going to a Friday's and every drink has sour mix in it) and I like it tbh! Tastes better than GFuel's and they are MUCH sweeter and more heavily flavored. Also zero chalky and they mix effortlessly into some gorgeous colors themselves. (*stares at blue razz forever until i dieded*)
First flavor I tried was Strawberry Lime and normally I'm not a huge strawberry flavor fan (it has been done pretty nasty,,,) but this rocked, the flavor mix was good and it had lime jello vibes which I adore so zero problem there but the #1 thing it tasted like to me?? dnL. No idea what that is? It was a lime lemon drink from the early 2000s based on a reverse mix of 7up, a lemon lime soda. I loved it, i missed it, here it fucking is as an energy drink but also no longer syrupy!! Great I love it, my fav fruit flavor of this write up.
Next was Blue Razz and why is it Blue Razz and not Blue Raspberry?? Upon tasting I realized why- It's flavored like Razzles! The tasty and fun lil gum candy hybrids and it's a bit like a yellow and a blue at once, so slightly pineappley and noticeably blue razzley.
It was fine, I'd probably get this if I wanted a subdued fruity drink that I don't need to be in the mood for I just already am.
Last is Pineapple Cocktail and tbh!! yay!! I missed u 90s Pineapple Crush flavor, they never make pineapple soda like this anymore. Simpler and faker than Monster Ultra Gold but 100% my preferred pineapple take, would mix this into other things that totally aren't illegal to serve or sell in America (crushed ice, a lil dark rum, mint leaf garnish,,,,) really fun and loved but not a first tub buy for me.
So conclusions; both are great monster ultra replacements for me and dunk on it price and energy-wise and while I miss ultra white I don't feel like they lag behind in flavor (Unless you prefer juice flavor over candy, which I understand) Gamer Supps edges out GFuel for me being easier to mix and stay mixed and better flavor and sweetness strength. I am from Georgia though so mild isn't exactly in my vocabulary except as an insult.
GFuel tubs are 40 servings and Gamer Supps are 100 servings both $36 each but Gamer Supps cuts their serving sizes so it's more like 50-60 if at same volume of water.
I love these things but if you know me you know I don't have the money to keep trying them, still there are TONS and I mean TONS of brands and flavors out there. Some are scams, junk, or overpriced trash (Ghost, Rogue, Advanced, Juggernaut, very overpriced and only Advanced is better ingredient-wise. Maw, Mixt, basically just caffeine drinks with little to offer the body.) and some great ones hidden behind gymbro brands. I might do a write-up on my thoughts on them though given how much research I've done. Unsure, but this is all I got for now.
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Hi, I'm sick at home so here is what I think all of my OCs (or most) would taste like if you bite into them ^^
💖 sonas
Prickle: Watermelon candy, mainly watermelon sour patch kids
Eli: cigarette smoke but also chocolate
Salem: Ube cake, they are literally the same color
Benjamin Beedles: uh, coffee
🌄 Sunstreak city
Parker: orange sherbet
Cynder: Strawberry
Pistol: uhh, strawberry banana I think
Dotty: Peaches, her last name is peaches, tho realistically she'd taste like gator
Cecil: idk, some sort of fruit salad I think
Dandelion: He probably tastes like skin. Tho, idk how many people did this but if you ever took a bite of a dandelion imagine that's what he tastes like.
Milk Tea: I imagine she tastes like strawberry milk tea but my gf said she probably tastes like butter flavored cotton candy, whatever that is
Mini Magica: Mango
Gumdrop: I feel like this one is obvious
Desmond: Probably chalk tbh, that texture too
Elliot: Something about him makes me think he'd taste like water
Bigtop: uhh, raspberries maybe, or a combination blackberry and raspberry
Saturn: banana
🐰 Rabbitville
Adah: fruit punch maybe
Aurora: gardenias, but the way they smell
Chloe: erm, blue raspberry snow cone
Cream: coffee, but like with a lot of sweetener and milk in it
Lola: dum dums dragon fruit lollipop
Lucy: uh.. mushroom maybe
Molly: hamburger or like, some tasty vanilla and chocolate thing, like marble cake
Starshine: cinnamon roll, cream cheese icing
Sugar: brown sugar
Squidge: Monster energy but if you took all the flavors and mixed them together so you're basically drinking battery acid
Penelope: chocolate chip cookie, but like double chocolate so the cookie is chocolate as well
Peanut: cotton candy
Miles: Animal cracker
Maxwell: Idk, old yogurt?
Latte: um.. a latte
Io: Fruit gummy but like.. cold. Iced fruit gummy
Inu: pineapple maybe? Pineapple cracker
Inky: Rocks, or the way pen ink smells. Or Hot Topic ig
Honey: ik what you're probably thinking "ah she tastes like honey bc that's her name" NO she tastes like bees
Finley: Either button mushroom or fresh basil
Eleanor: grape fanta
Daisy: cream filled donut but there's so much cream that it's all you can really taste
Courtney: pomegranate
Anthony: fish sticks. Fried fish sticks
James: orange peel probably
Owen: felt. He's not made of felt I just think he'd taste like it
Wesley: lavender
Arachnid: roses I think
Clue: blueberries, but the sour ones
Jupiter: idk smth nasty
Daredevil: spicy candy, like cinnamon candies
Nightstar: uh Ireland
🐦⬛ Ravendale
Zapp: Batteries
Toodles: Probably balloons
Peony: metal, they aren't made of metal, I just think they'd taste like it
Mel: caramel or graham cracker
Maxxie: glowstick fluid and mint
Jester: clown makeup and licorice
Cozii: peanut butter and chocolate
Clementine: pine tree or fudge
Bonk: peanuts
🪽 Afterlife
Cryptid: Charcoal
Spinach: spinach, artichoke, maybe together
Creation: Croissant
Demetri: cherry candy
Brandi: Alcohol, non specific
Aura: idk but her eyes remind me of sweet potato
Edmund: Glitter/neg
Theseus: paper
Locket: meringue
Nova: lilac, the color, and stars
Viper: snake.
Roulette: pennies
Renn: butter
Sariel: butter again
Yeshua: paprika
Misc
Bubblegum: bubblegum
Cherpie: froot loops
Hopscotch: those stupid little hard fruit candies that I don't understand how anyone likes them
Indigo: Squid ink
Jeremy: the moon
Kiwi: weed. Probably kiwis too
Mochi: oreo
Sandy: gingerbread
Sunny: honey :3
Okay. That's all I'm doing, I still have more OCs but eh
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⚬ pairing: junhui x reader
⚬ word count: 8125
⚬ warnings: none!
⚬ genres: secret relationship, some slice of life uni moments, FLUFF, very light angst, spice, roommates!wonhui.
✧✎ synopsis: you’re friends with junhui - but also, not really. it’s friends and a little bit more than that. it’s difficult keeping your relationship a secret, especially when you’ve never loved someone the way you love him.
✧✎ a/n: NOBODY MOVE! I WROTE A JUN BDAY FIC ;_; this is really just me projecting all my years of love onto a word doc. enjoy!!
It was midnight, and the apartment was dark, unmoving. No one had bothered to clean the blue cereal bowl left in the sink and there remained bread crumbs on the countertop from lunch. As you flicked through the strange glimpses of late-night television, yawning in an outrageous width, there was a hunger pang, accompanied by an immediate craving for some sort of sweet candy.
So, you did what seemed best: fit into your sneakers and a windbreaker and push open the door to Jun’s bedroom while he was curled up on his side watching his drama. Wonwoo would usually be occupying the adjacent bed, though he had stayed over at Joshua’s dorm to study for his next history summative. Yet he’d left his beat-up, decaying textbook on his pillow.
“Put on your slippers or something, we’re going to the convenience store.”
Jun didn’t say anything, rather he continued holding out his phone, the bedsheets pulled taunt to his nose. Looking at Jun’s desk that sat next to the door, you picked up the rubber band ball he’d been adding to since his twelfth-grade year and threw it at his shoulder.
“Ow!” He squeaked dramatically. His head then poked over his shoulder as he attempted to see where the ball rolled off to.
“Put on your slippers,” you reiterated, “I want strawberry tangs.”
Without much effort, Jun quickly gave up looking for the elastic ball and returned to watching his drama, establishing his comfort while somehow still persisting to ignore you. He was very much so a homebody, and if it weren’t for you guiding him out the apartment like a grandchild taking their elderly for an afternoon walk, then he might’ve never left his bedroom apart from his class schedule. Yet, you knew exactly how to persuade him, weaken his heart that was already soft and golden.
An immediate whine rumbled in his throat when you jumped on the bed, pulling at him until he finally rolled onto his back, at last pressing pause on his phone. You tossed a thigh over each side of his silhouette and gripped the boy’s wide shoulders, gazing unflinchingly past his black fringe and into those big, glistening eyes.
“Come with me to the store,” you weren’t sure if you were offering or demanding, “please?”
“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”
It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.
“Walking around alone at night? Hello? Do you have no concern for me?” Came your joking counter.
He tossed his head back, the black fringe bouncing from his lashes. His capitulating yelp of, “fine, fine, I’ll come” was satisfactory enough for you to remove yourself from the boy’s tiny waist, where you stepped on the floor and nearly sprained your ankle due to that dumb, elastic ball. At least you found it. While you returned the toy to his desk, Jun quickly threw a worn jean jacket over his black long sleeve and didn’t bother bending down to fix his sneakers, his heels jutting out the back.
At the convenience store, the only shoppers were you, Junhui, and this lady wearing a huge pair of sunglasses, though you figured she was far from the strangest of the midnight stragglers.
It was rather quiet, even with the fluorescent lights buzzing and the battery-powered fan keeping the cashier cool at the register. You grabbed the first package of strawberry tangs while Jun sorted through the other flavours very meticulously.
“What about blue raspberry?” He said. “You don’t want that?”
“I don’t know, I just really have a craving for strawberry.”
Jun detached a bright green package from the rack. “Sour apple? What about that?”
“Not tasty at all. Pass.”
He grabbed another package and quirked his eyebrow. “Sweet cherry? Come on. That sounds good.”
You lightly hit his arm with the strawberry candy, your laughter echoing over the shelves, “I just want strawberry! If you think the sweet cherry sounds good then you buy it!”
But Jun just shook the black fringe from his playful gaze, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Tangy zangys are the bottom tier of gummy candy. No way.”
“So shut up then.” The words were harsh, yet your smile was no more menacing than a butterfly.
Since it would be impossible for Jun to leave the store without stocking his snack collection, you shopped for longer than expected, filling a basket with spicy chips and hard candies and a few chocolate bars. Heading home down the nighttime street, beneath the moonlight, the infinite expanse of a blackness that felt like a cocoon, you had already ripped open your strawberry tangs while Jun tore the corner off a tiny pouch of bubblegum poprocks.
They crackled loudly on his tongue, in which he made sure to hover in close proximity to your ear, ensuring you could detect every small fizzle. Each time it warranted you to shove him away, muttering a cheap laugh about how it wasn’t required that he lean in so generously, though you couldn’t evade that one nervous thought ticking at the back of your head: you wanted to kiss him, wrap your palm around Jun’s neck and taste the electric bubblegum from his heart-shaped mouth.
“Aren’t you glad you came with me?” You asked, suckling the sugar off a red candy strip.
Jun swallowed his poprocks. “I guess you can word it like that.”
Standing at the living room fish tank, you opened the tab to the flake box and shook the food into the water, your pink guppy who you had so fittingly named, Princess Pebble, swimming toward the surface in order to nip at the flakes. Wonwoo observed you from his seat at the kitchen table, dragging his spoon through the remainder of his cereal, scooping out the last soggy pieces.
“I feel good about it,” Wonwoo hummed, referring to the history test he wrote yesterday, “I think I might’ve left out some information on the essay question.”
You closed the fish flakes and returned to the table, where you left your cup of tea.
“Eh, who cares,” you mumbled behind the rim, “you’re gonna get like a ninety-five anyways.”
The boy shrugged, pressing a fingertip to his glasses, moving them higher up his nose. He had always been diligent with his studying, though he often left the apartment to write notes at the library or a classmate’s dorm. It was difficult to accomplish much when Junhui would distract him, and rather than reading his textbook, Wonwoo would always end up playing computer games with the latter.
“Did you hear Jun come home last night?” You asked, gulping the rest of your tea.
Wonwoo set his bowl into the sink and filled it with water, smiling. It irked you somehow. You were only curious about whether or not he heard Jun return from his dance practice.
Joining him at the sink to clean your mug, you bumped his elbow. “What’s so cute over here?”
“Nothing,” he hummed dismissively, “I heard him crawl into bed, that’s pretty much it.”
“And that’s funny or something?”
“You ask about him quite frequently.” Wonwoo turned to you with a suspecting glance, one that made you subtly desire to dump a cup of water over his head. “You know that, right?”
The morning air was cool, yet your face felt immensely heated, almost prickling.
“I ask because we’re fri—”
“Friends. Yeah, yeah.” Wonwoo huffed, the omniscient smile creeping back toward his mouth, to which you could do nothing apart from gawk at your roommate despite his reiteration of a musing that wasn’t at all unfamiliar. “I’ve always loved you for your innate sense of comedy. It’s priceless.”
It’s what everyone assumed anyways. You and Jun fought tooth and nail to articulate your friendship, to paint with the colours that would lead everyone to believe it was true. Most often your explanations worked, yet there remained some who were particularly stubborn. Wonwoo was an evident case. But he was too close, too eagle-eyed, and he saw that you and Jun behaved in a manner completely beyond friendship. Despite the likewise feelings, something unbeknownst kept you apart.
“I know exactly what that means, idiot!” Echoed your shout as Wonwoo disappeared down the corridor, hoping to take refuge in his bedroom.
“I’m glad!” The depth of his voice reverberated into the kitchen, and you heard his door quickly shut.
No less than a few seconds later did Junhui reveal himself from around the corner, clean and freshened up after a steamy shower, one he desperately needed upon immediately passing out, sweat-soaked and exhausted in his bed the night before. Soonyoung definitely hadn’t taught their lesson with any degree of ease. Pretending you weren’t just quipping at Wonwoo, you smiled.
“Were you two fighting?” Jun asked, pulling out a frying pan from the cupboard. He usually whipped together an omelette for breakfast.
“No, not at all. We never fight, remember?”
Jun scoffed while opening the fridge, removing an egg carton and a plastic wrapping filled with vegetables. Still hungry, you started peeling open a tangerine from the fruit basket and stood next to him as he organized the produce onto a cutting board. Ever so faintly, you could smell the crisp scent to his aftershave. It was peculiar how a bit of foam could render your chest that cottony.
“In fact, when’s the last time you even remember an argument Wonwoo and I had?” You prodded.
“Two days ago,” Jun laughed, “when Wonwoo wanted to watch that exploration documentary on King Tut, but you changed the channel so you could finish the last season of Home Makeover.”
Pressing his rose lips together, Junhui casted you an innocent glance. “So there’s that.”
Separating a small slice of tangerine, you gently pushed the clove into the boy’s mouth. He smiled softly as he began to chew. With the gentle tang of citrus in the air, you set a hand on Jun’s shoulder and buried your face against his warm neck, whispering, “yeah, and it was definitely worth it.”
Quite frankly, neither you, Jun, Wonwoo, or Joshua were fairing optimally at the library. While Wonwoo sat on the opposite side of the table helping Joshua organize his economics presentation, you were neglecting your biology packet, instead choosing to sketch a tiny Princess Pebble in the paper’s upper corner. Jun had been tasked with reviewing his latest theatre script, yet he hadn’t even flicked through it. He was intrigued by one of the numerous mangas he’d saved to his phone.
“Take the last point off here,” Wonwoo said, peering over Joshua’s shoulder at his laptop, “there’s too much text, and this isn’t a major branch of your topic anyways.”
Joshua sighed as he made a few clicks on his keyboard. “Dude, I don’t think I can edit another word. This class is so boring.”
“Mr. Canning is just a boring professor,” Wonwoo sympathized, “it would be best if it were someone who weren’t so… dry. I guess is the right word.”
Slumping back in his chair, Joshua huffed, “he’s like a human chalk stick.”
Desperate to discuss something that wasn’t related to his lacklustre econ class, Joshua spared a glance at Jun’s unopened script. “Shouldn’t you be learning that?” He asked.
Jun didn’t look away from the phone in his lap. “I can’t do it here.”
“That means he’s going to open it for the first time at one in the morning, the day of his performance.” You chuckled, outlining the sketch of your guppy using Wonwoo’s pink gel pen.
Harshly, Jun’s hand smacked your knee under the table and you couldn’t help but laugh, garnering an over-the-shoulder glare from a student in the corner who’d been trying to focus on their colossal textbook. Wonwoo smiled at them apologetically while Joshua feigned as though he were typing something on his laptop. However, Jun’s hand didn’t leave your knee, and your laughter became an immediate drought, to which the sole thing you could feel was his palm creeping higher up your leg.
Attempting to be subtle, you turned your head slightly and looked at the boy with a bit of a warning expression, though Jun simply continued to scroll through his manga.
“I’m going to check the world history section,” Wonwoo announced, rising from the table, “anyone want to come with?”
Joshua pushed out his chair. “I’ll come just so I don’t have to stare at this shitty powerpoint.”
As soon as the boys walked beyond earshot, you pinched the edge of Jun’s ear. He finally tossed his phone onto the table, though he didn’t exactly appear compassionate, rather he was smirking, for he knew if you truly didn’t want his hand touching your leg then you would have bumped it away.
“You can’t do that.” Nonetheless, there surmounted a need to establish some insignificant boundary, one that neither of you were going to follow through. “Not when they’re so close.”
“But they didn’t see.” Jun replied, squeezing your inner thigh. “It shouldn’t matter.”
“It does. What if Joshua saw?” At that point, Wonwoo was fairly conditioned to your lingering fingertips, grazes and stares. He usually pretended not to notice them. However, Joshua was a risk.
Jun shrugged. “I don’t know. Don’t you worry too much? I always touch your leg.”
That was the problem. People trying to convince other people that their relationship was wholly platonic didn’t linger in such an intimate way. They didn’t creep fingertips up the other’s inner thigh beneath a tablecloth, or possess a gaze that traced the other’s lips like a delectable piece of candy when they spoke. There shouldn’t be any whispers pressed quickly against the other’s ear when no one else was looking, or the dire urge to climb into the other’s lap when their legs were wide open.
Both of you were afraid. Neither of you wanted to break the question that would thrust your relationship into the light. You kept waiting for the right time, but it always seemed one step ahead.
The movie theatre was nearly empty as the longwinded credit screen continued rolling, the last few congregations throwing their soda cups and empty packages into the garbage on their way out. Still, the floor of practically every row had been scattered with butter popcorn or melted m&m’s, shiny chocolate wrappers left crinkled in the recliners like the employees were supposed to take them home as gifts. Wonwoo put his hands on the back of his head, examining the disastrous rows.
You sensed he was feeling rather lucky about not being scheduled that night. Jun forced himself from the recliner and picked up his cup of fruit punch, jammed with way too many ice cubes.
If no one else was going to comment, you might as well. “That wasn’t the worst.”
“Agreed.” Wonwoo said, pushing up his glasses. “The murderer’s ploy was difficult to follow at times. I started getting confused when he left his car in the woods.”
“What?” Jun gawked. “That’s when you got confused? I didn’t even know what was happening after the first half hour.” His eyes gleamed in astonishment.
“Same.” You admitted. “I guess you’ll have to explain in the car.”
Reaching into the cupholder, you pulled out the package of strawberry tangs with nothing but a tiny amount of the powder-like sugar left inside.
“Thank you for picking up your trash,” Wonwoo sighed, taking the lead down the stairway while the credit music still played, “I’d hate to be working tonight.”
The wide corridor was completely vacant by the time you exited the theatre. Ever so slightly you could hear the galactic sound effects from the arcade machines. That buttery scent of popcorn seemed to waft no matter where you stood in the cinema. Wonwoo announced that he was going to check the concession counter to see who was on cash, but assured he would meet you and Jun at the back exit. Jun hurriedly downed his fruit punch in a large gulp before you emerged into the night.
You were confined to the small overhang by the doorway, for a hard rain was pelting against the concrete and turned the night air considerably cooler. Not one of you had checked the forecast beforehand, and you would undoubtedly get drenched straight through to the flesh in your thin long-sleeve.
“How are we going to make it to the car?” You groaned.
Pulling up his hood, Jun only laughed. “Now is a good time to be able to teleport.” He then stuck out his hand for a moment, the raindrops hitting his palm.
“Does it feel like bullets?”
“No. It feels kind of nice actually.” He remarked.
Curious, you rolled up your sleeve and extended your arm into the downpour. Jun was right, it felt satisfactory as each of the brisk droplets splashed your skin. However, you prematurely discovered the rain wasn’t so appealing when Jun suddenly shoved you from beneath the overhang.
“Hey— what the hell?!” You squealed upon the immediate repercussions, the cold water already leaking through your top while Junhui slapped his thigh, cackling.
Wanting to erase that luminous grin of his, you attempted wrestling the lanky boy into the weather, but no more than a few harmless drops skimmed his shoulder. Yet, with another brute shove, Jun stumbled, feeling the silver needles of rain pour down from the night sky and swirl at his dampening sneakers. He was laughing as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you hard against his chest before you were even cognisant that an immense wetness was soaking through your every article.
You wished it had been indignance drumming in your heart rather than affection, because it was taking every single fibre of your being not to kiss him. As the droplets beaded down his skin, he was like a springtime flower caught in the morning dew, and when he carded back the wet, black hairs plastered to his forehead, you thought it was possible to fall into him and never feel that concrete scrape your knees. Gently, his hand touched the small of your wet back, his breaths deepening.
He urged you in tighter as his tongue ran along his bottom lip, tasting the rain.
You were shivering, frigid, though your blood was far too warm to let yourself take note. Instead, you moved your head closer, closer, Jun’s cold palm cupping your cheek and your eyes fluttering shut and your soft mouths just brushing together— until Wonwoo appeared from inside.
Instantly, you two pushed away from each other. With his eyes widening, Wonwoo stuttered.
“I-I’m… I’m going to pretend as best I can that something weird didn’t almost happen.” He stated, swallowing thickly. “Just… Why did you two have to get soaked? You’re sitting in my car, y’know!”
At last, you felt that icy shiver trickle down your spine.
“S-Sorry.” You hummed, teeth chattering.
“I guess it’s fine,” Wonwoo sighed, “I have some towels under the passenger’s seat.”
Not long after returning to the apartment, Wonwoo gathered his laptop and slipped into his pyjamas. He proceeded to flop onto the couch to edit his research paper, though it didn’t take much for his eyelids to start weighing down, his dense paragraphs blurring together on the screen. More often than not you would take advantage of Wonwoo’s midnight crashes in the living room.
After exchanging your damp, terribly cold clothes for a warm t-shirt and sweatpants, you found yourself cozied beneath Jun’s comforter for the umpteenth night. The boy’s head rested against the crook of your neck, where his slow breaths were cool to your skin, though they occasionally became heavier when your fingertips stroked at his smooth hair. He was much like a kitten who loved a thorough scratch behind the ears. You swore that he purred whenever you rubbed the right spot.
Holding out his phone, he’d been finishing an episode of his drama before bed. You tucked some of the black locks behind his ear, noting how much it’d grown over the months. Then your gaze wandered over every detail that shaped his face, as though he were a textured oil painting.
His eyes were always glimmering, seemingly innocent and curious, yet you knew just how much that earthly shade could darken when he fell into his professions. When Jun acted on stage, his gaze lost its untainted nature. It moulded into the role of the sinister characters he preferred playing. When he danced in blazing lights, those eyes were sharp enough to consume, to cut, almost like a razorblade.
But then you studied his lips, his heart-shaped cupid’s bow, the small constellation of moles that dotted his skin like kisses from past soulmates. You thought back to the mist and the rain, his hand resting against the small of your back, how close you were to tasting the flavourful, fruity mix of his drink. In fact, you wondered why you didn’t just kiss Junhui whenever you wanted. What was stopping you, in that moment, from turning his head toward you so that your lips could press to his?
Suddenly, the boy laughed at his phone screen, to which you felt the brassy reverberation erupt in his chest, his eyes glinting and his mouth stretched into a box-like smile. You pulled a few strands of hair from his forehead as he seemed to be glowing, his cheeks rosy.
Jun mewled in surprise when your fingers threaded rather tight through his black locks, feeling you tilt his head up until his gaze was burning into yours.
You didn’t hesitate. Leaning forward, you kissed him sweet and slow.
Jun’s eyes fluttered as the pressure warmed his mouth, a small whine getting caught in his throat upon the gentle sting of your hand tugging at his tresses, his scalp tingling. His phone sunk into the bedsheets, and instead he was gripping your t-shirt, moving his head with yours as the kiss deepened. He tasted like mint, and his small whines were silky.
How on earth could you have ever shied from kissing him when it felt so relieving? Nothing else held any significance to you apart from making his pretty lips shine.
However, you needed to catch your breath. Releasing the firm grasp on his hair, you detached your mouth from his, your chest rising and falling in great lengths. The boy’s eyes couldn’t be more glazed, his lips shimmering, flushed garnet and slightly swollen. Neither of you uttered a word. The blankets fell from Jun’s shoulders as he straddled your waist eagerly. Again, his mouth slotted with yours, and your hands slid up his caramel thighs, imprinting his flesh with the curve of your fingernails.
If you kept quiet enough, then perhaps Wonwoo would remain asleep until morning.
Standing amongst the crowd in the cramped performance hall, it was inevitable that you would get bumped around like a tiny, flying pinball. After rutting into Wonwoo’s shoulder for the third time, he seemed dauntingly close to losing his indolence and snapping, though he realized it wasn’t your fault that others were pushing toward the front of the stage and bit his tongue.
It became tradition for Soonyoung and his students to rent the downtown performance hall and host a fundraiser. The event typically lasted a few hours, with a few short interludes where the dancers would retreat backstage to catch their breath. Being Jun’s roommate, you and Wonwoo were always granted access into the small dressing room, and though you never admitted it, you loved experiencing that small flash of pride whenever the moonstruck audience watched you slip away.
The next interlude was closing in. Despite the different dancers on stage, you really, truthfully, only watched Jun. Each time he captured the centre position, you couldn’t help but cup your hands around your mouth, being one of the first to cheer overtop the deafening music as he moved so fluidly, with poise. He was a completely different person when he performed. Somehow, his tender-hearted nature would peel back and he’d emerge a domineering beacon.
As soon as the stage ended, an uproar rippled from the audience and resonated deep in your ears, to which you couldn’t help but slightly bury your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder to muffle the cacophony. Nonetheless, you were clapping, smiling, staring fondly as Jun grabbed his collar and fluffed it out, welcoming a slight gust of humid air. His skin was dewy with sweat, and yet he glowed beautifully, even when he was breathing so heavily through his nose.
Soonyoung was speaking into his microphone, but you missed half his speech, and before you knew it you were being dragged by Wonwoo through the crowd toward the backstage entrance. The room was at least big enough to accommodate the dancers. Jun was in the corner, gulping down his water.
“Only three more songs,” Wonwoo smiled, “you guys really stepped the level up this year.”
It took a moment before Jun replied, the column of his neck glittering as he completely crushed the plastic bottle in his hands.
“Yeah,” he burst out, “I’m freaking dying.”
“It’s for a good cause at least.” Wonwoo reasoned, ignoring how you stepped on his foot.
After Jun rolled his eyes, he was staring at you.
The air grew much too thick, and you had to clear your throat. “S-Seriously, you’ve improved so much. I can’t believe it.”
“Thanks,” Jun replied, scratching his nape, “it’s nothing special, really.”
“Uh? Nothing special?” Wonwoo quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t Soonyoung say you’re one of the best in the class?”
When Jun innocently flitted his gaze toward a distant spot and pressed his lips together, Wonwoo merely huffed, announcing he was going to the lobby for a drink of water. You watched him wind between the busy dancers, either wiping down their sweat or fanning themselves, until he disappeared out the door. When you faced Jun again, you looped your fingers through the satin collar of his stage outfit and kissed him quickly, knowing everyone was too occupied to take note.
He squeaked, “what happened to being careful?”
“This is your fault.” You eagerly pinned it on him. “Try being less hot.”
“That’s horrible advice. And also not possible. Which makes it worse than horrible.”
You weren’t sure whether or not you wanted to feel his mouth again or whack the side of his head with his deflated water bottle. Opting for latter, you stole another kiss, though you tensed in surprise when Jun wrapped his arm around your waist to secure your body firm against his. Hastily, you pushed at his toned stomach, your heart drilling manically as you looked over your shoulder toward the dancers. It didn’t appear as though anyone had seen and you breathed out in relief.
Suddenly, Soonyoung poked his head through the doorway.
“Ten minutes!” He shouted before disappearing.
Jun was staring at you with the most ingenious twinkle.
“That was your fault.” He purred, tapping your thigh with his water bottle. “Try being less hot.”
You did feel a small sliver of guilt. After all, Wonwoo had been waiting back at the apartment for approximately an hour, twiddling his thumbs, wondering why you and Jun required so much goddamn time just to buy some hot fudge sundaes. The molten taste of the chocolate, the vanilla ice cream, cold and sweet, was completely stolen from your lips by the boy whose lap you were occupying. Wonwoo’s sundae sat on the dashboard, dripping slowly beneath the evening sunlight.
And yet, that infinitesimal sliver was plucked straight out when Jun latched onto a sensitive patch of your neck, softly digging in his teeth and swirling his tongue. Your fingers sheathed through the black hair and pulled up at the roots, knowing how much pleasure he took from the dull sting. Button by button, Jun started to simultaneously open your shirt, to which you questioned if this was really happening, if you were really going to sort of out the complications of intercourse in his car.
The device abandoned in the passenger’s seat buzzed. You already knew the name to the text. As Jun kissed his way down to your collarbone, licking and suckling, you reached for your phone, feeling it buzz again with another impatient text. The guilt from earlier began to resurface.
[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] This is suspicious now. WHERE ARE YOU? >:(
[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] Actually screw that. WHERE IS MY HOT FUDGE SUNDAE?
The screen blipped with yet another message.
[ wonwoo | 7:49pm ] I know you’re reading these… Answer me or I won’t feed Princess Pebble!!
“J-Jun,” you piped up, hearing his low, husky mumble while he continued to mark your collarbone, “I think we need to go home now.”
The boy splayed a few more open-mouthed kisses against the skin before peeking up at you, his eyes wide and glimmering, lips flushed a deep magenta. With half the buttons of your shirt hanging open and your heart blazing, you had to snip the venereal longing in its bud.
“What’s wrong?” Jun hummed, pushing his fingers through the loops on your jeans. “Who’s texting?”
“Wonwoo. He’s been waiting for almost an hour, and his sundae is gonna be a puddle at this rate.”
He blinked a bit cluelessly, though still in musing. “There’s no way to be quick about this, is there?”
Rebuttoning your shirt, you shook your head and laughed. “Let’s wait before we ruin the car. I’m sure there’ll be a better time in the future.”
Jun nodded in agreement and relaxed back into the seat, a ray of sunshine that bled golden slanting through the windshield. Somehow, Wonwoo’s sundae wasn’t a complete pool sitting in the plastic cup, but that didn’t negate the fact he was still going to start his theory on responsibility and trust the moment you stepped onto the welcome mat. As you finished clasping the last buttons, something had caught Jun’s eye out the window, for he immediately panicked and tightly gripped your waist.
“Oh my god, g-get off my lap,” he grunted, to which your head bumped against the ceiling during the hurried shuffle and your knee whacked the gearstick.
“Ow! Okay, I’m going! Jeez, could you not give me a warning?”
“No,” Jun remarked, looking quickly to the rear-view mirror to straighten out his hair, “it’s Jeonghan and Soonyoung. They just came out of the store.”
When you glanced out Jun’s window, you noted the duo making their way across the parking lot, some plastic bags filled with groceries hanging from Jeonghan’s hand while Soonyoung appeared to be texting someone. To both your dismay, Soonyoung immediately recognized Jun’s car. You watched as the blonde bumped Jeonghan’s shoulder, how they took a slight detour on their way over.
“We have to talk to them?” You whined. “Are you kidding? Lock your window.”
Jun’s brow pinched together. “How is that going to help? They already saw us so just relax.”
“You’re telling me to relax? You practically threw me off your la—”
“Shht,” Jun snapped as the two boys drew nearer, “just shhhhht okay?” And with an incredibly large gulp, he plastered a happy-go-lucky smile to his mouth and let the window slide open.
“Jun?” Soonyoung called, leaning down slightly to peer inside the vehicle. “What’re you doing out here, huh? Back from shoplifting?”
Jeonghan bent down too, grinning snidely. “You looked a little frazzled or something.”
“Me?” Jun pointed at himself. “No, I’m fine. Just – we have to leave. Wonwoo is waiting.”
“Wonwoo?” Jeonghan seemed excited. “I haven’t seen him in a while. Hey, tell him I’m still appreciative for writing my World History paper on the Persian Empire.”
You knew it was best to stay quiet, but you couldn’t help your slight choke. Wonwoo had come home one day saying that one of his classmates offered him seventy-five bucks if he’d write their history paper. He wasn’t going to oblige originally, but cracked after listening to his classmate type out their introduction in the library, that it was just so bad Wonwoo felt piteous and decided to pitch in.
Gaping at Jeonghan, you exclaimed, “that was you?”
“Yeah. I mean, I still dropped that class. And Wonwoo definitely thinks I’m a dumbass. But I didn’t have to do a spot of work, and now I’m getting smooth nineties in English. You just have to make up some shit and do a couple fancy indents and you’re set.”
Jeonghan paused, then leaned in a little further to look you up and down. “Y’know, I’ve never seen you before. How easily do you give out your numbe—”
“We really have to go,” Jun interrupted, already clicking the button to roll up the window, “see you at practice, Soonyoung. Bye Jeonghan!”
The two boys didn’t really have any other option apart from stepping back, allowing Jun to exit the parking space and turn onto the road. Not that it would help much, you turned on the air conditioning until it felt like the wind was pure ice, hoping that you’d be able to preserve Wonwoo’s melting fudge sundae. You made sure to text him on your whereabouts, that you were heading home, and churned up a white lie about how you ran into Jun’s friends who held a persistent conversation.
It wasn’t entirely false. And yet, Wonwoo still managed to see through it.
[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Just say you were making out.
[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: Btw, I fed Princess Pebble.
[ wonwoo | 7:54 pm ]: I’m not a sinner. Unlike you guys.
Later that evening, after delivering Wonwoo his melted cup of chocolate ice cream, after Jun quickly threw some extra clothes into his backpack and ran to his late-night dance practice, you were standing at the fish tank with some new plants you bought for your guppy. As the bright lights of the tank reflected across your face, there was a strange feeling inside you. It seemed like turbulence, confusion, your heart experiencing one sentiment but your brain thinking another.
You hadn’t realized you were absently standing there until Wonwoo came into the dark living room, holding a crumpled tube of toothpaste and his toothbrush. Watching the pink fish swim in between her new seaweed arrangement, he asked you if there was an extra tube stored in your bedroom.
“Don’t think so. Text Jun and ask him to stop at the store when his practice ends.”
“I’ll do that…” Wonwoo sighed. “Hey, you know I already fed Princess Pebble?”
He accompanied you at the tank. For some reason, you refused to look at Wonwoo. You felt unusually vulnerable, like a fragile shell that could be cracked open even by the gentlest hands, and the more you thought into your emotions, the harder your heart started pounding.
“I-I know,” you smiled weakly, “but I got her some new plants today. I just put them in.”
Wonwoo could always tell when something was off-kilter. You almost hated how sharp his senses were, that he was able to detect with such accuracy how you were being eaten up inside. Softly, he touched your shoulder, urged you to turn toward him so he could see the honest colour in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He frowned, pushing up the bridge of his glasses.
You felt terrified, but there was no sense in pretending.
“How do I tell Jun that I’m in love with him? That I don’t want us to be a secret anymore?”
It was a weighted question, and you knew that. But it was also the truth. As much as it could be invigorating to maintain a secret relationship, you were beginning to feel the brittle side effects that came with keeping such love behind closed doors. You didn’t want Jun to push you from his lap just because his friends might’ve seen you, nor did you want to keep an eye out for whether or not you should knock his hand off your thigh in public. The secrecy had been fun, but it wasn’t enough.
Scratching the blue collar of his shirt, Wonwoo appeared uncertain.
“I’m not sure, honestly. I just think you shouldn’t repress this. You need to be upfront.”
“How?” It sounded like a desperate plead. “I don’t know how, Wonwoo.”
“Stop overthinking it,” the boy advised, grabbing onto your shoulders and giving your frame a small, grounding shake, “you know Jun. You know he isn’t a rash person. You know if you tell him he’ll hear every word of it. It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re all he thinks about.”
Wonwoo brushed at the side of your cheek with his thumb. “Don’t hurt yourself like this, okay? The next time you’re alone, just say how you feel. I promise it won’t be as bad as you’re hypothesizing.”
You inhaled a deep breath and nodded. Overthinking was a poison to you. It shouldn’t be that difficult to be honest, especially when you knew how attentive Jun was, the manner in which he always adapted himself to be of a comforting presence.
“Okay,” you attempted to draw together some confidence, “I’ll do that.”
“Good.” The boy grinned, still fiddling with his empty tube of toothpaste. “It really doesn’t bother me that you guys run around together. Just… please… never do anything weird in my bed.”
The next time you were alone with Jun, it was all but a desirable circumstance. Once you came home from work and heated up some leftover dinner in the microwave, you decided to feed Princess Pebble, though your jaw unhinged as you noticed something a little unorthodox about her tank: a pink blotch floating against the surface of the water. Immediately, the tears welted hot and stinging against your eyes. You had to use the small net to scoop your guppy out from the water.
Remarkably, Princess Pebble had lived a long life for a fish. You remembered walking with Jun to the pet store one summer afternoon, after you two finished your last day of eleventh grade and had just escaped a brutal chemistry exam. Rather than studying beforehand, you spent ample time researching different types of fish, and would often send Jun pictures asking him to choose which one he thought was cutest. Yet, at the end of it all, you chose a guppy with the prettiest pink scales.
“Don’t most people want a puppy? A kitten? And you choose a boring fish.”
Jun had teased, sounding awkward and a bit lisped through his braces.
Somehow, Princess Pebble had managed to live a five-year lifespan. Wonwoo told you most guppies live for two years, three years if the owner takes good care. Sitting at the kitchen table, you placed her body onto a piece of paper towel, the thick tears dripping down your cheeks while your sinuses grew wet and congested. You didn’t know if it was petulant to be your age, crying over a pet fish. In fact, you didn’t even possess the heart to rise from the table and discard her body.
It wasn’t much longer until Jun returned home after his theatre class, to which you heard his key rattling in the lock. Wonwoo was scheduled for a shift at the cinema, most likely handing out overpriced popcorn and chocolate and having to reject every person who asked for his number.
“Hey,” he called, shouldering off his backpack, “Wonwoo texted me. That weird thriller we were looking at is playing next week. We should—,”
Jun paused the moment he heard your runny sniffling. He didn’t realize that your fish was sitting on the paper towel until he took a few steps closer. You felt embarrassed Jun had to see you like this. If you were crying, it had always been over something with a little more gravity, like the time you were distraught about flunking your laboratory practical, and Wonwoo couldn’t persuade you to open your bedroom door no matter how frequently he stood outside, pleading.
Plucking at the collar of your shirt, you used the fabric to clear away the tears. Without a word, Jun grabbed another chair from the dining table and pulled it next to you, scooting in close. As soon as you felt his arm drape around your shoulders, it was like someone had pulled the plug on a bathtub filled with water, to which you pressed your face against his neck and sobbed harder.
“I’m so sorry.” Jun whispered, hugging you tight to his comfortable chest. “It’s okay to be upset. I know how much she meant to you.”
He drew soothing strokes down the back of your head, and he sat with you until those wet pearls ran dry with salt. You knew it wasn’t wise to keep her body out in the air, that you would have to discard her somehow, yet the thought of having to flush her away seemed too cruel. Jun wiped the soft glisten from your cheeks with his sleeve, his fingers then tracing up and down the side of your face.
“I-I don’t want to flush her.” You blubbered.
The boy shook his head. “We won’t do that. We’ll find a good way to handle it.” His thumb brushed tenderly below the fragile skin of your eye for a moment, and he seemed to be in musing.
“Wait here.” He announced, suddenly running into his bedroom.
You could hear Jun shuffling through his closet, moving around clothing hangers and pushing aside boxes still filled with some of his old belongings from homelife in Shenzhen. When he remerged into the living room, he was holding a particular tissue box, one that you hadn’t seen since twelfth grade biology. You, Jun, and Wonwoo had painted and decorated the box as part of an optional project, to see if you could grow any plants from the packets of radish and tomato seeds your teacher had.
Nothing ever grew. Wonwoo claimed there had been some green sprouts when it was his turn to look after the makeshift garden, but that his cat snuck into his room and ate them all. Jun always kept a multitude of random things that dated back to your adolescence. As awkward and bumpy as those times were, seeing the tissue box reminded you that there had been precious moments too.
“Why do you still have that?” You laughed, even if your chest was aching.
“Because that was the first time us three did something together.” Jun said, returning to his seat beside you. “It was one of the first memories I made after moving away from home.”
You fondly looked at Jun while pulling the tissue box toward you, slathered in old, chipping acrylic paint and obnoxious, starry glitter.
Licking the dry salt off your lips, you smiled. “Princess Pebble would love this.”
“It can be her shrine. When Wonwoo comes home, we can find a good place to bury it.” Jun explained. “I know I called her boring five years ago, but I didn’t mean it. I loved her too.”
In the pensive silence, you thought back to your conversation with Wonwoo, recalling his firm grip on your shoulders as he reiterated the importance of freeing your heart, of not bogging yourself down with too many untold truths. Then, you glanced at Jun. You thought about that fluttering feeling when you kissed him, when you ran your fingers through his hair, listening to his deep-chested laughter whenever he gleefully buckled over into your lap after telling one of his hit-or-miss jokes.
The boy tensed slightly as you pulled him into a hug, though he quickly came to ease and warmth. You thanked him, because it just felt like the right thing to do for his compassion.
And then you told him something else.
“I love you.”
Without missing a heartbeat, he murmured against your hair, “I love you too.”
It was late, unreasonably late, the past-midnight late where the entire world falls still like an unperturbed pond. Downtown was completely hushed. Every so often the wind picked up, though it inevitably withered away in between the buildings and emerged a pitiful whistle onto the street. And yet, despite the fact you should be tucked in bed while the moon protected the silence in her silver hands, you were pushing outside the convenience shop with Jun close behind.
He took the end of a straw into his mouth and slurped at the sweet, cherry-flavoured slushie that was beginning to empty. Immediately, he crinkled his forehead and his face contorted.
“How many times have I said not to do that?” You laughed as he passed you the slippery cup.
“I don’t know. Three?” Jun replied with a grimace. “I can really feel it. Wait, I need a moment.”
You stopped next to the traffic post at the end of the street. Jun grabbed at his hair and squeezed like it was some miraculous remedy for curing a brain freeze. Directing the straw into your mouth, you sucked up the cherry syrup and crushed ice until you felt the distant ache thrum inside your head.
“Okay…” Jun concluded, brushing the long, black fringe from his eyes, “I’m good now.”
Thrusting the drink back into his hands, you couldn’t help but huff: “you’re such a baby.”
As though to prove your point, Jun started whining. “My head is so, so cold. It’s freezing.”
“So put this up or something.” You teased, reaching around the back of his neck to pull the boy’s hood over his head. Giggling slightly, you grinned at him as he shot you a questionable glance.
The streets remained quiet, and the sky was remarkably clear, no more than a few ragged and thin clouds drifting over the stars. The last time you had been on this corner, you were licking the strawberry sugar off your fingertips while Jun crumpled his last packet of popping candy. You remembered tracing the rose tint that warmed his lips, each fibre in your muscle twitching because you just wanted to wrap a hand through his locks and kiss him like he was your last breath.
You didn’t understand how you could love one person so much. Why love often fused itself into your bloodstream more than functionality. Your heart knew how to beat, yet it stumbled whenever you gazed at him. Your lungs knew how to filter the air, yet they closed up whenever you caught his eye. Your tongue knew how to articulate, yet it tied itself in a knot the moment he’d touch you.
“Hey,” you mumbled, patting his arm, “can I ask you something?”
Jun looked away from the stars, sipping at his drink again. He nodded.
The moon probably wanted to crush your heart in her hands for how loudly it was thumping.
“What if I told you that I want people to know we’re together? What would you say?”
Despite your anxiousness, you weren’t as afraid as you anticipated. Maybe it was because Jun didn’t immediately sour or attempt to disparage your sentiments. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking as he blinked at you, but it didn’t matter. When it was most important, Jun picked his words carefully.
“I’d tell you that I want the same thing,” he admitted, his tone deepening and the amber in his cheeks sparked with pink, “that I want people to know how I feel about you… That I’ve always been in love with you.”
You smiled wide, like a kid who just got their braces off. Unable to contain such a rapturous energy, you stepped in close to Jun and held onto his shoulders, dotting the corners of his mouth with small kisses before you pressed your lips against his. You felt him smirk, though it seemed too devious. Jun had suddenly wrapped his arms around your lower back, pushing you in chest-to-chest. You melted as he kissed you, your fingertips ghosting along the soft hairs at his nape, the moonlight on your skin.
When you arrived back at the apartment, you could hear a few of Wonwoo’s gentle snores echo from behind the bedroom door. Just before you slipped away into your own room, Jun left a goodnight kiss to the top of your head, his hand thoughtfully squeezing your hip.
“I-Isn’t it a little late for that?” Jun stumbled through his laughter. “Why do you need me?”
It was a surface-level question really, but nonetheless, your heart still skipped a beat. In only a second or more the silence was bearing down too heavily and it felt like your heart was a book with all its pages out. Jun’s eyes were twinkling as he blinked up at you.
You finally knew what you should have said.
“Because I love you.”
✧✎ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET PRINCE!! never would i have imagined that someone who’s on the opposite side of the globe could mean so much to me ;_; mr. moon has been such a healing presence, and it’s bc of him that i have found so much happiness these past five years! whenever i see him smiling and laughing and have good ol times just being himself, all my worrisome thoughts somehow fade away and i feel only joy!!
anyways, i don’t want to ramble for too long (i could really fill a page with my cloying sentiments r.i.p) but i hope this was a wholesome fic!! the stars aligned and for once i was able to write a fic for a member’s birthday :_)
#svt fanfic#jun scenarios#seventeen scenarios#jun fic#seventeen fics#seventeen imagines#jun imagine#jun x reader#svt x reader#wen junhui#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#junhui scenarios#jun fluff#junhui fic
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hq character’s favorite lip smacker flavors
warnings: none, just slight cursing
a/n: wow the way this was one of my best ideas... anyway some of these are kinda repetitive so bare with me 😭
karasuno
hinata
i feel like hinata would be down for one of the really fruity flavors, like watermelon or mango sunrise. forgets it at home or in your car a lot so you always buy him extra.
kageyama
kags is def giving me the classic strawberry or cherry vibe, like the one that ALL stores sell. they’re the easiest to find and he likes the flavors.
daichi
ok i feel like daichi would use the peppermint flavor a lot, but i can also seeing him use the cinnamon flavor every now and then too, spice things up a little.
sugawara
i can see suga using some of the sweeter flavors, like strawberry as a daily chapstick and maybe sugar cookie when he wants to switch things up.
asahi
mans got the whole berry pack. uses them pretty frequently throughout the day, has a different flavor in different places. like one in his school bag, one in his gym locker, one at home, etc.
tanaka
ok tanaka probably doesn’t use use them that much, but when he does, he fucks w the soda flavors. like coke and sprite.
nishinoya
i don’t even think he knows what lip smackers are....but let’s give him the benefit of the doubt and say he would use one of the sugary ones. like the skittles one.
tsukishima
vanilla. no pun intended. i just totally see him using the vanilla flavor, probably the coconut one too.
yamaguchi
i can see bby using the pink lemonade,,,maybe the cucumber melon too mmmm. applies them a lot.
ennoshita
he uses that lime flavor (i forgot it’s exact name) but that and probably some fruity shit like tropical punch.
ukai
PLEASE. he wouldn’t sell lip smackers at his convenience store so he’s like ?? tf is that babe ?? but, once you show him he’d definitely be down for the rootbeer or coke flavor, he’s a soda man what can i say. BUT i imagine he’d keep it simple most of the time w peppermint. (u also make him start selling them so he ends up trying the fruity flavors~)
kiyoko
god, i wanna say the cherry flavor bc of the mf katy perry song (pls tell me if yk what im talking about) BUT i can also see her using the mint one and the coconut one too. queen has multiple flavors, as she should.
yachi
100% one of the candy flavors, like bubblegum. definitely the cotton candy one too. yachi’s lips always taste good period.
nekoma
kuroo
another cherry chapstick lover, but he spices his shit up with the cherry cobbler flavor. wants to taste good at all times for you~
kenma
doesn't use it often, but when he remembers or you remind him, he'll usually use a fun soda flavor like from the fanta pack,, or even just regular grape.
yaku
giving me grapefruit delight vibes...idk why but he just is. i can see him whipping it out in the lockerroom before practice starts, quickly applying it before any of the other guys come in.
yamamoto
omg ok so i feel like similar to some of the other guys, he’d shy away from using it in front of anyone. but i can see him using the tropical punch flavor ??
lev
tell me lev wouldn’t use the vanilla icecream one...like i can just see it. i feel like he would lowkey take pride in it too, like he knows that shit taste good.
seijoh
oikawa
this mf uses peppermint religiously. but this is oikawa we’re talking about so i think he definitely would have multiple flavors; definitely watermelon, probably chocolate mint, and for sure starburst.
iwaizumi
he’s kinda shy about using them so he sticks to the more lowkey flavors, probably like blue raspberry or kiwi. (pls gimmie a blue raspberry kith haji)
mattsun
i feel like he wouldn’t use it much, but he’d use the lemon drop flavor. loves using it during the winter bc of the weather.
hanamaki
another soda lover. i feel like he sticks to the coca cola flavors, like vanilla and cherry. (i love the cherry one omfg) maybe the root beer one too.
kunimi
bubblegum. that’s it. that’s the flavor. it’s always on him at ALL times. like that shit doesn’t leave his pocket, he once even accidentally washed his pants with it still in the pocket.
kindaichi
mmmm i think he’s definitely a berry guy, likes mixed berry or wild raspberry.
mad dog
yes i just labeled him by his nickname instead of his real name what about it- anyway. why do i think he’d use orange creamsicle on the LOW. like mf HIDES that shit. can never catch mad dog applying mf orange creamsicle chapstick. nope.
fukurodani
bokuto
omg ok bby definitely uses strawberry cheesecake or sour apple. ik they’re like two totally different flavors but, he just DOES. and he’d pucker his lips towards you every time he applies it like “BABY GUESS WHAT FLAVOR MY LIPS ARE” like ok bo c’mere then.
akaashi
he’s a simple man, he enjoys a nice strawberry banana lip smacker on his lips. maybe even pumpkin latte (during the fall of course) bc he’s festive <3
konoha
mans is using the dragonfruit flavor (i forgot if it’s just dragonfruit or if there’s another flavor combined in there) but, he literally just uses that flavor. like idk what to tell you. he just does.
yukie
ok i love her sm, i just know she would have strawberry kiwi and probably strawberry banana too. mmm yummy.
shiratorizawa
ushijima
i feel like kageyama, he would only buy the ones he sees at most stores...so a classic like mango or kiwi.
tendou
ohmygod, mans has a whole mf collection. like first of all, he has the fanta soda collection, obviously. then, there’s the candy pack with nerds, fun dip, laffy taffy, jolly ranchers, etc... he also fucks w any sour flavors. basically, everytime you kiss this man you’ll be tasting something different.
semi
another blue raspberry mf, but also i can see him using the dr pepper flavor LOL....i wanna taste>:(
goshiki
he’s a sucker for the grape flavors, regular of course, grape jelly, grape fanta, etc.
shirabu
mmm i can see him using pineapple. it’s a subtle flavor, but its the one he likes best. i don't think he'd use it all that often tbh, but when he does his lips taste absolutely ~fresh~
date tech
aone
PLSSS i just know mans wouldn't even know what a lip smacker was, would probably just be using normal burt’s bees like most people - till you introduce him to the wide range of flavors that lip smackers have to offer. he'd be like “hm, banana.” LIKE. either THAT or piña colada, he’s really trying for y’all.
kanji
cake donut?? do i have an explanation?? nope. i don’t even know what that would taste like, but i can imagine pretty sweet? just give him a mf kiss.
inarizaki
atsumu
PLEASE. he’d use the strawberry flavor ALL the time. like ok maybe occasionally the vanilla icecream too. but im so soft rn for ‘tsumu’s strawberry lips T_T
osamu
omg he’s such a cheesecake mf i just KNOW, so he’d have the strawberry cheesecake flavor. probably use chocolate moose sometimes too if he’s in the mood.
kita
this is NOT up for debate, he’d 100% use berry pie all the time. kita get ur ass here rn, we’re bouta smooch.
suna
pls bc he’s another one that’d only use it on the low. i’m feeling watermelon,, he’d always apply it before he sees you too.
aran
ooooo i can see him using cinnamon swirl, but also grape on a more common occasion. yummy....
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terushima
HHH sour apple for sure. he’d try to put on you all the time so you can taste like him too, he’s like “baby c’mere ;)”
saeko
bitch omg, why can i see her using the cherry cream soda one.... i literally don’t know where she could buy it but she’d fucking have it, like for SURE.
sakusa
STOP bc he’d definitely reprimand you for using lip smackers instead of a brand like ChapStick or burt’s bees. like shut up bitch...but also if you’re persistent like me, then you’ll definitely sneak the lemon drop flavor into his jacket pockets whenever you have the chance. you know it’s his secret guilty pleasure <3
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TMA Entity Genshin Impact Alignments Still Pending, But Here Is How Every Currently Playable Character (and Paimon and La Signora)’s (English) Voice Looks, Feels, Smells, And Tastes, Because Magnused Archives Is Hard, But Synesthesia Is Just Kind Of A Thing That I Have.
Aether: Closest to hex code #967510, feels like the way a silicone spatula does on the bottom of a saucepan just as well-stirred milk is about to start boiling in earnest, smells like new sawdust, tastes like the bagel chips in commercial Chex Mix.
Albedo: Closest to #e5d5a6, feels like how I’d imagine being bodily dragged smoothly but at a fair pace across a floor made of whatever’s in those green chalkboards would feel, smells like sandalwood and black pepper, tastes like black tea with half-and-half and sugar steeped for 5 minutes in water that’s not quite hot enough.
Amber: Closest to #0f2bff, feels like the surface of new Thinking Putty (the kind without bits in it), smells like black coffee, tastes like the aftertaste of some kinds of strong ginger ale, almost reminiscent of cherry tomatoes.
Barbara: Closest to #fff48b, feels like a cold, rather heavy metal ball resting on the upturned fingers of one’s left hand resting on a thoroughly sanded but unvarnished wooden table, smells like sour cream, tastes like one of those containers of plain Greek yogurt with blueberry compote at the bottom before you’ve mixed the blueberries into the rest of the yogurt.
Beidou: #8b51ab, feels like pressing down on both sides of your lower jawbone with my thumbs almost until it starts to hurt, smells like old but still unrusted metal, tastes like thyme and lavender.
Bennett: Closest to #ba825e, feels like pine knot smoke in the back of your throat, smells like rust and carrots, tastes like a soy sauce-flavored Top Ramen seasoning packet dissolved in potato soup.
Chongyun: Closest to #8bd2c9, feels like being pushed gently forwards with a flat hand between your shoulderblades, smells like brined straw mushrooms, tastes like cardboard.
Diluc: Closest to #7e5900, feels like the crook of a long-handle umbrella rested against the beginnings of your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and the apple of your cheek, smells like canned iced tea, tastes like stick cinnamon.
Diona: Closest to #dbb5e5, feels like being smacked across the nose with a length of bubble tape, smells like sweetened condensed milk and honeysuckle, tastes like black cherry ice cream.
Eula: #9586c3, feels like a length of exceptionally fine chainmaille being draped around the entirety of your neck, from the top of your spine downwards, smells like raspberry lemonade, tastes like lightly chilled vanilla coffee creamer.
Fischl: Closest to #ff78f3, feels like the split second after sticking a wooden coffee stirrer down your throat as far as it will go before your body realizes just how much the coffee stirrer should not be where it is, smells like Bath & Body Works’ A Thousand Wishes body mist, tastes like canned pears.
Ganyu: Closest to #b8a4ba, feels like a cotton-gloved hand being placed over the center of your face, not particularly lightly but not pressing down either, smells like turmeric and privet flowers, tastes like rose tea.
Hu Tao: #a1c6e7, feels like a wing feather swiped in a shallow V across the back of your neck, smells like mango and almost-evaporated acetone, tastes like raspberry Yakult.
Jean: Closest to #45e12d, feels like a pitcher of room-temperature water being poured onto your collarbone, smells like pear jellybeans and clover, tastes like Mini Wheats.
Kaeya: Closest to #1a8981, feels like pulling a slightly oversized shirt on with just a little too much force, smells like cinnamon orange black tea, tastes like a formerly blue raspberry popsicle stick.
Keqing: Closest to #c3a6d4, feels like dragging your feet in rubber boots through the fastest part of a stream, smells like echinacea and chalk, tastes like pink homemade wedding mints.
Klee: Closest to #dbb46a, feels like a paint-soaked cotton ball thrown at the side of your face, smells like silt loam early morning in mid-May, tastes like Cheerios.
La Signora: Closest to #5b767c, feels like a wooden spoon dragged across the backs of your fingernails, smells like scratched river rock, tastes like cold chlorinated water.
Lisa: #dfdfdf, feels like a silk scarf tied around you at your upper arms just tightly enough to make moving freely difficult, smells like warm silver, tastes like raspberries.
Lumine: Closest to hex code #aed6cf, feels like when you first apply particularly slippery hand sanitizer, smells like light blue Gatorade, tastes like cashews.
Mona: #c5e391, feels like a sprig of catchweed brushed over the most calloused part of your hands, smells like cherries, tastes like orange honey.
Ningguang: Closest to #7a063b, feels like rolled-up tinfoil between your teeth, smells like dust, tastes like nutmeg.
Noelle: Closest to #dbb27f, feels like a cordial but decisive handshake, the sentiments behind which would have been better suited to a high-five, smells like strawberries, tastes like sunflower seed butter.
Paimon: Closest to hex code #fbcce8, feels like a particularly plush fleece blanket tossed against the left half of your face, smells like strawberry ice cream, tastes like an almost-ripe peach.
Qiqi: #ffffff, feels like the way mile-a-minute leaves prick the backs of your hands, smells like rye flour, tastes like ice and coconut water.
Razor: Closest to hex code #747857, feels like a dishrag, meant more for scrubbing than for comfort, to the forehead, smells like ballpoint pen ink and spicebush leaves, tastes like toasted pumpernickel bread crust.
Rosaria: Closest to #a99aae, feels like putting on a fluffy coat whose sleeves don’t quite cover your hands, smells like cardamom, tastes like chamomile tea.
Sucrose: Closest to hex code #ddeca6, feels like washing your hands, smells like plain buttercream frosting, tastes like avocado.
Tartaglia: #7197d8, feels like the wood grain on a well-aged but well-maintained support column in a hotel lobby, smells like eggshells, tastes like mashed barley and cold iron.
Venti: Closest to #f40a5d, feels like the way your clothes cling to you after the first proper downpour in living memory, smells like violets and Play-Dough, tastes like cherry Kool Aid.
Xiangling: #ecc008, feels like the inside of a corrugated cardboard coffee cup sleeve, smells like honey mustard, tastes like orangeade.
Xiao: Closest to hex code #a9a591, feels like the paper backing to a sheet of sandpaper, smells like mint and ozone, tastes like paper towels.
Xingqiu: #00a9db, feels like a feather shaft splintering between your teeth, smells like Vicks Vapo-Rub and watercolor paints, tastes like glass and nettles.
Xinyan: Closest to #ce5503, feels like riding a bike over a stretch of rounded uneven stones at such a pace that you’re not unsteady, but not quite fast enough to achieve any sort of airtime, smells like tomatoes, tastes like seasoned dry block ramen.
Yanfei: Closest to #eec4a8, feels like someone braiding your hair, gently but faster than one would expect, smells like lemon, tastes like thin cotton yarn.
Zhongli: Closest to hex code #576954, feels like having a large glass ball rolled across the back of your hands through a fleece blanket, smells like new potting soil, honey, and thyme, tastes like Earl Grey tea with milk and sugar, steeped for an appropriately long time and somehow kept at the right temperature for the entirety thereof.
#yeet#it's done#it took 5 hours#intermittently#but still#genshin impact#gi#synesthesia#aether#the traveler#the traveller#albedo#amber#barbara#bennett#beidou#chongyun#diluc#diluc ragnvindr#diona#eula lawrence#fischl prinzessin der verurteilung#ganyu#hu tao#jean gunnhildr#klee#kaeya alberich#keqing#lisa minci#la signora
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Your pov:
“Wow.” Harry’s voice surprised you from behind and you spun around finding him dressed in a red Gucci suit embroidered with black flowers. His hair was perfectly pushed back from his forehead, and his rings perfectly arranged on his fingers. He looked sexy. “(y/n)....you look....”
You grinned and stepped towards him. “Probably not as good as you..” You bit your lip and smiled.
“Nonsense love...” Harry’s eyes were trailing your body slowly, his teeth biting his lips and a smile tugging at the corners. You had chosen a black evening gown to wear tonight, paired with a scrappy pair of heels. Your hair was half tied back, half draping down your shoulders in gentle curls and a dark red lipstick applied. Harry was taking you to some fancy party he had been invited to this evening. You weren't really sure who all would be there or what the event was, but Harry had assured you the evening would be fun.
You took a step toward him, gripping his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know Haz...you’re pretty dashing in this suit.”
Harry laughed and pulled you closer against his body, his lips tugging at your ear. “Please.” he scoffed lightly. “I don’t think I’ll be having dessert until we come home...”
You grinned, his hands moved down to your ass but you slapped them playfully away. “We are about to be late H.”
“We could skip it....just enjoy ourselves here...”
You laughed and shook your head, intertwining your fingers and pulling him towards the door with you. “I have a feeling we are going to have fun.”
“I think we could have more fun here.”
You kissed him softly and grinned, “Why not have fun here after?”
“Oh, now there is an idea.” Harry laughed while he opened the car door for you and helped you in. “An idea that will definitely involve me tearing this dress off you.” You smiled, rolling your eyes but knowing he meant every word and would in fact be tearing the dress off later tonight.
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The party was being held in a fancy hotel with crystal chandeliers that hung low and sparkled in the light as you walked through the doors. You grinned as you walked in, Harry’s hand in yours. “This is beautiful.”
“Just like you.” He winked and you blushed, rolling your eyes at the statement. He always said little things like that, things that made your cheeks blush red, and butterflies fly in your stomach. You intertwined your fingers in his, placed a kiss on his cheek before walking towards the doors. Harry opened it for you and you peeked inside. The lights were dimmed, there was some music playing and people were dancing, having a good time, and standing around the bar.
“Harry fuckin Styles!” You heard a voice yell. You watched as Lizzo came running up, a drink in her hand. “How are you love?” She pulled him into a hug and laughed before turning to you. “(y/n)! It is so nice to see you again dear, I’m so glad that the two of you were able to make it.”
“Oh is this your party?” you smiled. Lizzo and Harry had hit it off earlier in the year and you had come to love her. She was a fun upbeat personality that sparkled in every situation. She also knew how to throw killer parties, so you wouldn’t be surprised if she had set this whole thing up.
“No, no, but there is a guest list posted over there on the wall. I saw your names and was hoping I’d catch you at some point this evening.”
You nodded and smiled, looking at her drink. “That looks good. What is it?” It was a pink drink with fruit scattered throughout the glass.
“Oh! They have special drinks for everyone here tonight. These are for the ladies, they are a strawberry watermelon something or other with vodka. Delicious, you must try it. The men have some kind of blue drink as well, I’m not exactly sure what's in it but everyone seems to be loving it and going back for more.”
“I’ll have to try one. It looks incredible.”
“It does look good...” Harry nodded with a grin. “May I have a sip?”
Lizzo laughed and shook her head. “Oh, you always were a jokester Harry. I have to go say hi to some other people, but I’m sure I’ll catch you around later this evening.” She waved and walked away with a grin.
Harry looked over at you and smiled. “Want to go grab a drink?”
“Always.” you nodded. You let Harry pull you to the bar and each of your got one of the specials. You took a sip, the drink was incredibly sweet yet there was something a little sour about the after taste. “How’s yours?” you asked looking at Harry’s.
“Good, very very sweet though. Yours?”
“Same. It’s got a bit of a weird after taste though. Want to try it?” Harry shook his head and held his out. You smiled, taking a sip. It was also sweet, but more like blue raspberry or blueberry without the after taste of yours, which made it even better. “Oh, I like yours better.”
“Do you want it? I can get a new one?”
You shook your head, downing your drink in a gulp with a grin. “No, but I do want to dance.” You tugged Harry out onto the dance floor, tripping over your feet and falling into his chest. The drink hadn’t been that strong, but you were definitely feeling something. Your head was spinning and your eyes felt tired.
“You okay?” Harry asked concerned. You were gripping tightly onto his chest and his eyes were nervously peering down at yours.
You nodded, straightening yourself. “Yeah, just got a little dizzy.” You grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead you around the floor. You fell into his chest again fairly quickly, and he paused concerned.
“Everything okay?”
“I.....I think I just need to go to the bathroom.” You stepped away from him, trying to ignore the spinning of the room around you.
“Do you want some help?” Harry asked, gripping your hand.
You smiled and shook your head, “No...no I’ll be okay. I think skipping dinner was the bad decision.”
“I’ll get you some food while you’re in the bathroom.”
You nodded, walking towards the door. You made it to the lobby where you sat down in a chair, waiting for the dizziness to subside. “Are you okay?” A man in a tuxedo was standing above you with a sickening smile.
“Yeah....yeah...I was....I was just looking for the....for the bathroom.” you finished.
“Oh, I can help you out.” he reached out his hand.
“No. I can...I can get there.”
“Seriously, let me help.” He pulled you to your feet, his arm wrapped around your waist tightly. You lightly fell into him, whimpering as his fingers dug into your skin. He smiled, pulling you in the direction of the elevators.
“The bathroom...” you mumbled pointing.
“There’s a bathroom where we are going...” he laughed. His lips pressed to your neck, his other hand snaking up your dress. “Are you feeling hot?” he asked with a grin.
You shook your head, trying to pull away from him. “I think....I...Harry....”
“Harry isn’t here, but I am.” You looked up at the guy. Something was wrong and you tried to push away. He held on tighter, leaving marks where his fingers were digging into your skin. “Now now, just relax dear we are almost there.”
“No...I....I need Harry.....let go” you were starting to panic. You wanted out of the elevator and away from this creep. You pushed back, but stumbled forward, your head in a cloud of confusion. The man moved his hand and hit you, his palm smacking your cheek.
“I said to relax.” He growled. His arm tightened around your neck. “You’re awfully feisty....you’ll be fun later.” You gulped for air, trying to stay conscious.
“Let go...” you whined. You felt the darkness overtaking you, and you used one last once of energy to scream. “HARRY!”
Harry’s pov:
(y/n) had been in the bathroom for a while. He was watching the women around him stumble, confused and what seemed to be very drunk. He made a plate of goodies for (y/n) and waited by the door, but after another 10 minutes, something didn’t feel right. He walked out, nearly running into a man. “Sorry.” he mumbled continuing on. He froze and turned, looking at the man. “Have you seen a girl, she’s about this tall, wearing a black dress?”
“No. No I don’t think I have.” The man smiled and Harry nodded, continuing towards the bathroom door. He stood outside, debating if he should go in or not.
While debating, a woman came up behind him. “Excuse me, are you waiting in line or...” Harry turned and smiled. Florence Pugh. He had always wanted to meet her.
“Oh, no sorry. I was just looking for my girlfriend..she disappeared to the bathroom not to long ago. You’re Florence...right Florence Pugh?” He grinned.
“Yes, yes I am. You’re Harry Styles?”
“Yeah, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand and grinned. “Would you mind..uh...checking to see if she’s in there?”
“Not at all.” She walked in and Harry stood back, waiting for an answer. She came back with a frown. “Sorry, there isn’t anyone in there.”
“Oh.” Harry’s heart dropped. Where had she gone? “Thank you anyways.”
“Good luck finding her.” She walked back in and Harry spun around. She had to be here somewhere.
Your pov:
You woke up confused, and with a pounding feeling in your head. You moved, only to realize that your arms were tied to the headboard of the bed. You looked around, hoping to see someone who could help, but instead you were alone. You pulled your arms trying to free them, but your body felt weak. There must’ve been something in the drink. You screamed, frustrated and scared. Of course you had given Harry your phone and purse. The only thing left was the Apple Watch on your wrist. If you could hit the emergency signal, you might be able to get someone’s attention.
You were struggling to hit the buttons when the guy walked in carrying another girl. He threw her on the bed, gave you a smirk and then walked out, ensuring the door shut behind him. You looked at the girl, she looked vaguely familiar. “Hey...” you tried nudging her with her foot but she was down for the count. “Hey...” You looked at her face. You were pretty sure that was Florence Welch. “Florence....Florence Welch.” She stirred but barely. “Wake up!” you kicked her, a little too hard but you needed her to untie you. It was no use though, she was out. “Ugh!” you screamed frustrated. You tried wriggling out of the grasp from the ties but couldn’t get anywhere. “HARRY!” you screamed, hoping he was at least somewhere near by to hear. “HARRY! SOMEONE HELP!”
After struggling to move at all you gave up. You closed your eyes, feeling the tears fall down your cheeks. You had no idea what was going to happen but you knew it wouldn’t be good, and yet, there was also no way of getting out. The guy walked in with a grin and pushed Florence to the side. You glared at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction he wanted. He laughed at your effort and climbed on the bed. “You are something my dear....” His lips pressed to yours and you turned your head, trying to avoid him, but only giving him more satisfaction. “Now now...we need you. You’re the one strong willed enough to be convincing. BRING IT IN!” he yelled. Another man walked in with a camera and set it up in front of the bed before walking out and returning with another woman, Emma Watson.
You had no idea what was happening but you regretted not taking Harry up on his offer of staying home. “Are you sure this will work?” the other man mumbled.
“Of course it will. This one here is going to get us what we want and if not, we will shoot her.” He smiled at you and you spit back at him, earning a laugh. “Mr. Styles must have fun with you...at least you better hope he does.”
The other man turned on the camera and lights while you were stretched out in bed. “Time to do your job dear.”
Harry’s pov:
Harry was still wandering around looking for (y/n) when the announcement started playing. It was some guy, someone who looked vaguely familiar though Harry couldn’t place a name on him. He was live streaming over every tv in the hotel. Harry wasn’t really listening, he was still looking for (y/n) so he had tuned out the first half of the broadcast. What caught his attention was the cry, the terrified cry he had heard only one other time. His head whipped up, looking into the tear filled eyes of (y/n). She was tied to the bed, the man looming over her, tearing her dress, touching her face, and holding a gun to her head. He felt like he was going to be sick. He dialed 911, hoping to get help but they were already watching and aware of the situation. “Harry Styles, your girl here is a lot of fun....very spunky....if you want her unharmed you will need to follow my directions very closely. 3.5 million dollars needs to be deposited from each guest in the room...or youre love says goodbye.” He ended the broadcast and Harry dropped to the floor, unsure of how to save her.
“Harry Styles?” he turned and found himself eye to eye with the SWAT team.
“Yes.” he stood up, extending his hand.
“We’d love a chance to talk about our plan, I understand it’s your friend-”
“Fiance.”
“Fiance. We will do our best but we need some information.”
“Of course. I’ll tell you everything I know. Under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m there when you find the room. I’m the first one in to get her out.”
“Deal.”
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Harry had told the SWAT team everything, from the drink and how she had said there was a strange after taste, to the unknown host of the party, to her going to the bathroom and never coming back. He had been anxiously pacing around the hotel lobby since then, waiting for even an ounce of news. Last he had heard, he was waiting for the next broadcast so that they could track it’s signal. Cops were testing the drinks and everyone who had consumed them, while also examining camera footage from the day. His stomach felt like it was in a hundreds tangled knots, and he didn’t have any idea what he would do if they hurt her.
After nearly 2 hours, the man came back online. He looked angry, the gun in his hand pointed at (y/n). SWAT was pinpointing the location while Harry was focused on her. She looked exhausted, the bags under her eyes puffy from crying. There was blood dripping down her arm from where the ties were digging into her skin, and she was biting her lip, the way she did when something was wrong which only hurt his heart more. The man addressed the group as a whole again, explaining that no money had been collected and that he was getting frustrated. He climbed on the bed, unbuckling his pants. The fear in her eyes was too much for Harry and yet he couldn’t look away. The man stuck his hand up the dress, pulling her panties down and looking into the camera. “This one is for you Styles, lets see how fun she really is.” (y/n) was struggling, crying out and trying to move. He placed the gun at her throat and she stopped, breathing heavily as sobs escaped her mouth. He could tell she was giving up, she didn’t have much energy left.
“Harry...” she cried out, begging for help. Harry dropped to the floor. It was too much. Someone needed to do something.
“Where the hell is the police chief! Why don’t you have the location yet?” It’s clearly in this fucking hotel. Search the rooms!” Harry yelled. Everyone watched him, Lizzo came up and rested a hand on his shoulder but it was no use. “Someone find them and get her out!” he cried.
“We are trying to-”
“You’re not trying hard enough!” He yelled. “Do you see this? Do you see what they are doing?”
“Harry..” Lizzo tried calming but he pushed her hand away.
“I’ll do it my self.” He hit the elevator button, only to be thrown 5 feet back by the explosion. Police rushed to the elevators, blocking off the area and looking for the source of the explosion. Harry stood up, tears falling down his cheeks. “They are hurting her..”
“Mr. Styles. Please. We have the location. We know where she is. We are moving people in to get her, but it’s difficult. We need you to remain calm.”
“You said I could be there. I gave you information so that-”
“So that we could save her. So that we could save all of them.”
“I need to be there....I need to see her...I need-”
“It’s too dangerous. How do you think she would feel if she made it out only to find you dead. She’s going to need you after all of this and you can’t get hurt in the process.”
Harry cried more, waiting. It was nearly an hour later that they confirmed they were at the room they believed everyone to be in. Along with (y/n) there were 5 or 6 other high profile women missing but so far only (y/n) had been used as the hostage on camera, making the search even more difficult. Harry paced the tent the SWAT team was using as base, praying that everything would work out and she would come home safely. Finally, one by one the women were brought down. Most had no recollection of what had happened, still drugged from whatever was in the drink they had consumed earlier. The officer in charge followed behind the last women. He looked at Harry with a shake of his head. “She wasn’t in there...I’m sorry. We are continuing our search we just-”
“You just need to find her. Someone needs to find her.”
“Harry.” the officer sat him down in a chair, a hand on his shoulder as he looked into his eyes. “Is there anything we can use to track her? A phone? Or-”
“Her watch.”
“What?”
“She has an Apple Watch, and I’m fairly certain she was wearing it.”
“Okay...okay.. we can work with that. Do you have her phone?”
“Yeah it’s right here-” The officer took the phone and walked away without another word. Harry sunk his face into his hands and let out a shaky breath, just praying she wasn’t giving up.
“Mr. Styles.” The officer walked up with a smile. “You may have just saved her. We have the location of her watch. Our team is going in for extraction. Would you like to come as well?”
“Yes.”
Your pov:
You were tied to the bottom of a new bed now. They had moved you to a new room, threatening to kill you if you made any kind of noise. You were exhausted, scared, and ready to go home. The men were packing bags, saying they were just going to take you with them. You knew you would never make it back to Harry if that happened. You would be killed, raped, sold into the trafficking world, and pushed all over the world as a sex toy. You figured it was better to die here. You closed your eyes, holding your breath. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of taking you.
You were about a minute into holding your breath when the door bust open. SWAT team members pushed through, pointing guns at the men and demanding them get to the floor. A guy grabbed you, cutting the ties and pulling you back towards the hallway. You breathed out a sigh of relief knowing you were finally safe. “(y/n).” you heard his voice and your head snapped up. He was standing a few feet away, tears falling down his face, his curly hair disheveled and sweaty. You moved toward him, falling into his arms with loud sobs.
“Harry.....Harry....I’m I’m-”
“Shhh.....you’re safe. You’re safe now. You’re not going anywhere. It’s okay.” Harry was also crying, holding onto you tighter than ever before. Your hands tightened around his neck, blood dripping from your wrists down you back. Harry moved back away from the door, ensuring there was no chance of those men grabbing you again. He looked up, glaring at the men who had tormented and abused her. “You’re okay....I’m here....Shh...breathe love.....”
You stepped away, wiping the tears, and then gripping Harry’s hand like a lifeline. You followed the police down the hall and staircase, bombarded by paparazzi and new reporters at the bottom. You hid your face in Harry’s chest, his hands around your body shielding you from the questions and comments. At the tent, the men are turned to face you. Harry is next to you, an arm around your shoulder in support. “She’s a fun one.” The man spats laughing at Harry.
“Say it again and you’ll see how fun I can be.” Harry growls. You grab his hand, preventing him from walking forward. He turns, his back to the men, his face to you. He doesn’t say anything, just holds you. There’s commotion from the tent behind and you peak over your shoulder to see the man free, a gun in his hand, and it pointed at Harry.
“NO!” you scream, as he pulls the trigger, a wicked smile on his face. “HARRY!”
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“HARRY!” you scream.
“Shh...love its okay....it’s okay...” Harry is rocking you in his arms. You are soaked with sweat, your heart pounding and tears are streaming down your cheeks. “It was just a bad dream....” he whispers, his lips on your cheek.
You sit up, looking around. You are at home, in bed, with Harry. There’s no party. No guns. No men. Harry brushes your hair back and wipes the tears falling down your cheek. “We were- and you- you were shot and -”
“I’m okay. You’re okay. We are safe...” Harry soothes. “It was just a dream.”
You look at the clock. It’s 3:30 in the morning. Harry pulls you back against his chest, he's rubbing your arms and softly singing. “It was just a dream.”
“It was just a dream.” He confirms, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Just a dream.”
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So....fam....I really tried. I have to say I had BIG PLANS for this request but when it came time to write, I just couldn’t piece it together well. Idk what happened and I’m sorry. It’s not my favorite piece but I can’t edit it any more lol I need to be done. So this is what you get. I may revisit the request in a different way in a different piece though. I just need to be down with this one lol. Hope you understand
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Survey #361
“the world is a vampire, sent to drain”
Have you ever been through a phase of thinking emo guys were hot? A phase? Hunny, they're still hot lmao.
Have you ever dated someone that could play an instrument? Yeah. Juan could play guitar, and Girt played I think the tuba in band.
What’s so horrible about wearing leggings like pants? I've actually never understood why people freak about this. Like so long as they're not sheer and fit you fine, why exactly is this a problem...?
Weirdest picture you’ve ever taken of yourself? Oh dear.
When someone claims to be suicidal, do you take them seriously? FUCK you if you don't. Honest to god, fuck you. This is NOT something you just don't even blink at. Even if it's surprising to hear from that person, you take that shit seriously and try to talk to them about it.
Ever been kicked out of anywhere? Colleen's house.
Ever had Skittles vodka? No, but that shit sounds good.
Ever punched someone in the face? No.
If you haven’t, do you want to now? Uh, I'll pass.
Do you truly HATE anyone? No one I know personally, but people like rapists, pedophiles, etc., I sure as hell do hate them.
Most historical/famous landmark/building you’ve been to in your country? No clue.
Favorite flavor for most things? Strawberry, watermelon, or blue raspberry, depending on what the thing is.
Ever taken pictures in a photobooth? Who with? Yeah: Summer, Jason, and I'm pretty sure Sara and I did?
What is the closest book to you? It's a full collection of Poe's poetry that Mom got me.
Are you reading it or someone else? I'm not right now. I may eventually.
Milkshakes or Sundaes? Hm, I gotta go with milkshakes.
Do you like watermelons more or cherries? I'm not a fan of either, but I'd definitely pick watermelons over cherries.
Who was the last person you ate with? My family and I went to Ichiban (a Japanese steakhouse that we have here where they cook directly in front of you) yesterday to celebrate Nicole's graduation.
Do you prefer broccoli or asparagus? Broccoli. I hate asparagus.
Do you have any bug bites? No.
Do you have any flowers in your room? No.
Do you know anyone that owns horses? Loosely, anyway. It's a family I took pictures for, and I still have the mother on Facebook.
When you were little, did you ever go to feed the ducks? Yes, I LOVED doing that. Don't feed ducks bread, by the way.
Have you seen any of the seven wonders of the world in person? No.
Have you ever won anything out of one of those crane machines? Yeah.
Can you remember being taught how to ride a bike? Was it hard for you? Yeah. I don't THINK it was too hard.
Did you get carded the last time you ordered an alcoholic drink? No.
Do you know anyone who uses medical marijuana? No, it's not legal here.
Do you know anyone who’s died in childbirth? No.
Which was the worst phase in your life? 2016 was. Towards the end of '15 was the breakup, and through aaaaaaall of 2016, I was just dead inside and totally useless. Every day I wanted to be dead.
Can you remember your last dream? I had a nightmare some stupid kids were fucking with my snake Venus, so I was trying to protect her.
Do you ever use Snapchat? No, I don't have one.
What’s your favorite musical? I don't like musicals.
What happened at the last party you went to? Summer prepared some little Halloween treat bags for us guests, we watched a horror movie, and everyone but me smoked some weed.
Are you more comfortable sitting or lying down? I would assume everyone is more comfortable lying down...
Have you ever been a fan of N*Sync? Yeah, as a kiddo.
Favorite kind of cake: Red velvet, yum yum.
What is your middle name? Marie.
TV shows and anime you watch regularly: None.
Do you want to have a big family in the future? Just a big family of pets with a spouse.
What was the last thing you did that gave you a rush? Oh boy, I couldn't tell ya.
Is Vegas one of your must-see places? No.
Pet rat: yay or nay? YAY!! I've had many, but I don't think I'll get any more. I've just had bad luck with them, save for one that died of cancer at an old age.
Would you call yourself a writer? Written any stories lately? Yeah. I haven't really written any big RP posts of the late, but I did recently write a poem.
Are needles something that you’re afraid of? Okay, so this is super weird. Tattoos and piercings? No problem. Little prick, getting blood drawn, that sorta little stuff, no problem. I am, however, NOT a fan of big needles, which used to not be an issue. It's actually kinda recent, and it's why I'm nervous about my second Covid shot coming up, aha...
What was the last unexpected hug you gave/received? I really haven't had an unexpected hug since Jason asked for one before he left my house after our final talk.
Who was the last person you held hands with? Either my niece or nephew.
Have you ever been in a parade before? If so, was it on TV? No.
Do you have a fear of rollercoasters? If so, were you ever forced to go on one? If you don’t, what is your favorite rollercoaster? I have a big fear of them, yeah.
Post a picture of you from a recent time. Don't feel like it.
Who was the last person to give you some of their food? Miss Tobey let me try one of her dumplings yesterday when we were at Ichiban for dinner.
The last person you met, what was your first impression of them? I actually didn't quite like her.
Have you ever been to a football game? Yeah, because my sister was a cheerleader.
Do you like the snow or rain better? Snowwww.
Have you ever faked sick? Yeah.
What is your blood-type? A-.
Have you ever eaten a bug? Not knowingly.
The last time you were in the fridge, what were you looking for? Salsa. Mom got these veggie chips at the store and they apparently taste better with salsa, which it did. They weren't great, though.
Are you listening to anything at the moment? It's Gab Smolders' turn for me to watch her Resident Evil 8 upload, haha. I'm literally watching three different people (Mark, John Wolfe, and her) play it.
Can you take a bra off with one hand? I haven't tried, I think? I doubt I could, given that I'm not exactly small.
Do you have an innie or an outie bellybutton? Innie.
Can you crack your neck? NOOOOO AND DO NOT DO IT AROUND ME YOURSELF.
Are you donating your organs? Yeah; what am I gonna use 'em for? It just seems like a waste otherwise. They're just gonna decay.
When was the last time you talked to you mom? Before she left with Tobey to go to the store.
Do you like pumpkin pie? NO. I don't like pie, and I hate pumpkin.
Do you own your own computer? Yeah.
Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? Yeah; growing up, my little sister and I did.
Is there any piece of technology you want to buy? I REALLY want a PS4.
Did you ever have a night light when you were a kid? Yeah.
What TV show had you hooked from the very first episode? Meerkat Manor, 100%. I had to know that Shakespeare was okay.
What is your least favorite Sour Patch Kids color? Orange or red, can't pick.
Have you ever seen the movie Matilda? YES! I love that movie.
What is the weirdest chant you have ever heard? Uh, idk.
How are you feeling? Annoyed and hurt as fuck because shit Miss Tobey says without thinking for a single goddamn second. I'm honestly beyond sick of this woman.
Do you know anyone with a unibrow? I don't think so.
Doughy or saucy pizza? Doughy.
Do you have anything that’s limited edition? Yeah.
Do you have an air freshener in your bathroom? If so, what scent? I... think we do? If so though, I just don't notice it. The bathroom doesn't smell like anything in particular.
Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos? Oh man, I forgot about those! Love 'em.
Are you a fan of salads? Yeah, they're fine. I have to be in the mood for one, though.
What’s one random thing that you don’t like? Uhhh carrots.
What’s one random thing that you like? Shrimp.
Do you like chicken noodle soup? I don't.
Is it easy for you to accept loss? NOPE. I'm the absolute worst with it.
You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? I really wanna see Sara, so take me to Illinois.
Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? No, but a former best friend had her birthday the day before mine.
Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? Not anymore, honestly. After Jason, I stopped that "I can't live without you" mindset. Truth is I'm going to lose people through life, and I'm not attaching my ability to happily exist to anyone.
Are you wearing a ring? Two.
Have your friends ever stopped by your house just to say hi? In the past, yeah.
Do you like Chinese food? Not really. I only ever get pork fried rice and eggrolls from Chinese restaurants.
Have you done any shopping for something in specific recently? No.
Do you still live in your hometown? No.
What was the reason behind the last time you stayed up all night? I don't recall, honestly. I haven't done that in a very long time.
Have you ever had a UFO sighting or a sighting of strange lights in the sky? A very strange light, yes.
Have you ever seen your mom or dad drunk? Yes to both. Seeing Mom drunk is very, very rare though. My dad was an alcoholic when I was growing up, so I saw him drunk plenty.
Do your parents vote? Mom does, idk about Dad.
Who’s the most romantic person you ever went out with? Jason.
What restaurant has the best fries? Nowhere has anything on Bojangle's, y'all.
Have you ever had a surprise party thrown for you? No.
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HEY! I tried every flavor of BANG Energy that my local Target store supplies, and rated them while stoned, so you don’t have to! They are in order of when I bought them;
Black Cherry Vanilla: 4/10, dumbly expected a cola taste, but just tastes like tasty cough medicine. But!!! I would get it again if I was desperate enough because eh desperate times calls for desperate zoomzooms
Miami Cola: 6/10, would get again my dudes, but it tastes like cola flavored candies instead of actual cola. Either way, as they say; “Welcome to Miami, bienvenidos a Miami"
Peach mango: 10/10, wonderful, immaculate, mwah. Peach explosion in your mouth, so peachy and positive. But watch out! The warmer this one gets the more mango it starts to taste. A journey through and through
Unicorn Rainbow: 7/10, I was hesitant with the name expecting it to taste like pastel cavity puke, but surprisingly!!! it’s quite refreshing!!! II feel almost cute drinking it. I sense nodes of strawberry, watermelon, and sparkle ✨
Frose Rose: 5/10, I’m not sure what actual rose wine tastes like, but this tastes like a carbonated sweet general dry wine, just without the bitter taste of alcohol. Very pink, but nah. UPDATE: nevermind it tastes like grape Nerds... Gross forget everything I said before.
Lemon Drop: 9/10, tastes just like a Lemonhead, like carbonated fake lemonade. It’s delicious and zingy and lemon is the perfect flavor of zoom zoom. Probably would be better with vodka... ngl...
Purple Haze: 2/10, isn’t Purple Haze a Jimi Hendrix song? (UPDATE: looked it up, it is) Anyways, if so, did not groove to this flavor, tastes like grape soda, which I am personally not a fan of, but it got better by 5% if I imagined that it tasted like a grape tootsie pop. UPDATE: oh go d the warmer it gets the grosser it is. Send help.
Power Punch: 8/10, Pretty dang good, Tastes like fruit punch for muscle men and makes me feel powerful and tropical. The can is edgy and overall makes me idk go walk around a strip mall late at night with friends. I’d def grab this one again.
Birthday Cake Bash: 0/10,Smells like actual vanilla cupcakes, which is weirdly wonderful but tastes like some sour soggy sprinkle vanilla milk. It’s disgusting and I want to curdle and die drinking it, but I need that zoom zoom so... I must suffer....
Purple Guava Pear: 9/10, Pleasant! It does not taste as purple as I had anticipated, which is good due to my last endeavor with PURPLE going terribly. The flavor is very light, and reminds me of a nice sunny stroll and sunhats, and a bit of my annual family vacations, but that’s off topic.
Gangster Berry: 4/10, honestly tastes like a mixture of Purple Haze and Frose Rose??? It... Tastes purple, but in a more sour way. Eh. If I had to choose which grape drink to get it would definitely be this one though.
Cherry Blade Lemonade: 10/10, bruhhhh honestly it tastes like a carbonated HI-C fruit punch or somethin like that but I am not complaining!!! It’s delicious as hell and I am HERE FOR IT
Blue Razz: 6/10, surprising!!! I much prefer blue over purple! Does NOT like a real blue raspberry, mostly tastes like a blue raspberry Airhead which are equally delicious. Would actually get again.
Cotton Candy: 5/10, tastes like the carnival, minus the fried foods. Takes me back to better times before 2020 corona ruined carnival style. This one actually tastes good and not like ass like I thought it would, so??? Good shit.
Pina Colada: 2/10, was exciting at first, tasted like a Malibu Barbie, which made me think of a better happier time, but then it got sickly sweet and gross as it got warmer. Not a fan.
Star Blast: ??/10, what flavor even is this??? I... I’m so confused it just tastes like... idk stale jelly beans??? There’s no fucking distinctive taste. It’s like a mystery flavored dumdum but a actual mystery and it’s just not enjoyable.
Sour Heads: 8/10, Yummm tastes like a sour green apple jolly rancher! It’s so fun to drink because it’s literally sour. It’s like a party in my mouth babey!
Candy Apple Crisp: 9/10, Refreshing! Tastes like sweet apple, with a slight artificial dark sugary taste, much like the candy they dip apples into at the carnival. I approve my dudes. I also really enjoy the can colors tbh
Radical Skadaddle: 1/10, tastes like If you melted a whole bag of Skittles and carbonated the syrup. It sounds great, but it kinda tastes mostly of ass, grape, and lime.
#i sound so stupid in some of these omg help#bang energy#bang energy drinks#energy drinks#taste test#drink review#while high#stoner#stoner life#ramble on
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