#if by any chance somehow you see this and realize you're the mutual - if I unfollow you‚ just know it's nothing personal.

[emstargazer]

Poked around another recent mutual's blog since they seem like an oasis of good stuff, just to get shocked by #@!&!, again.

Twice. It happened. Twice.

Visibly trembling right now. I'm not joking.

Oh fuck me... I think I'll need to unfollow a mutual even though I really don't want to, because I just saw a name I was NEVER expecting to see on my dash.

[maochira]

noa, chris, and lavinho as father figures and they find out one of the blue lock characters are dating them/ courting them/ has a crush on them or reader has a crush on them (can be mutual pinning or one-sided)

Honestly, I was going to write a scenario similar to this at some point, because I've thought a lot about this with Noa and my Blue Lock OC. But thanks for the request! Feel free to send more, I love writing these so so much!!

Tags: gn!reader, silly goofy fluff, reader is rejected by their crush in the lavinho headcanons, Noa/Chris/Lavinho has been reader's father figure for maybe two or three years at this point, reader is like 16 or 17 year old in this

How each of them became your father figure

Series masterlist

Basically, you got to go along to Blue Lock, but you're not a player in the Neo Egoist League. You're there to accompany your father figure because he took this as a chance to get you away from home for a while. You're by his side most of the time, acting pretty much like an assistant. But, that also means you get to know the Blue Lock players.

Noel Noa

-you started dating one of the Blue Lock players after only two weeks. And you really fell hard. But for some reason, you tried to hide it from everyone

-but come one, of course Noa realizes what's going on. He even noticed how your feelings for your (now)boyfriend grew before the relationship started. He decided to not ask you about it, though. Noa thinks it would be better to let you grow into this for a bit on your own

-but at some point, he randomly drops a sentence like "you and your boyfriend could-" and that's how you find out he knew the entire time

-you're really flustered, also a bit embarrassed

-Noa reassures you that he's fine with it. Although with certain players cough Kaiser cough Raichi he would definitely have some concerns if they work out with you in the long term, but he doesn't express it towards you, because he doesn't want you to feel insecure. about your relationship

-whoever you're dating, Noa will definitely keep a closer eye on him. He would probably take him aside as well to tell him that only because he's dating you, there won't be any special treatment

-would always give you advice if you have any problems in the relationship, especially if this is your first serious one

Chris Prince

-one of the players start crushing on you. He approaches Chris about it to ask if it's okay to ask you out. Chris thinks it's a joke at first, but when he realizes it was a serious question, he's a little surprised

-he thinks it's really cute, actually. So of course he's okay with it!

-although you don't feel ready for a relationship yet, you want to get to know your admirer better first

-so, that's why Chris puts an effort into getting the two of you to spend time together at least once a day. And after a while, you reciprocate those feelings and start dating the Blue Lock player

-Chris thinks you're adorable together. He's extremely supportive of your relationship and whenever he sees you and your boyfriend hold hands or kiss, Chris feels so happy for you because he just adores that you managed to find someone who loves you like this

Lavinho

-you fall for one of the Blue Lock players. And you fall hard. Always blushing when you're near your crush and being shyer around him

-Lavinho picks up on that super quickly, so he asks you about it. He'd definitely do that in a teasing way, saying things like "Ooooh someone's got a crush, huh?"

-somehow that conversation turns into you rambling about how you're way too shy to talk to your crush and how you're way too unsure if you should confess your feelings or not

-Lavinho talks to you for as long as you need, trying his best to give advice to make you feel more secure about what to do

-he gives you the courage to confess to your crush. Because who could say no to you?

-so, uhm. You've been rejected.

-Lavinho makes sure to spend some extra time with you every day, so you can get enough distraction. He accompanies you throughout your mess of feelings and thoughts, which really helps you get over your crush faster and easier

[wildnin]

KIBA INUZUKA

an indie rp account for

KIBA INUZUKA, from the

animanga NARUTO. penned by LASZLO.

default to blank period.

CHAR. INFO、

(N)SFW、+21MUN、

MUN&RULES UNDER THE CUT!

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 ;;⠀⠀the writer is called Laszlo.

uses he/him pronouns and is +21 y/o. english isn't my mother language so please, bear that in mind.

friendly but a bit selective. IMs open to plotting and chatting. i accept asks/memes at any time.

i have no triggers.

i tend to prefer plotting instead of random memes ⸺ at least if you hope to build a connection to my muse over time.

i'm not saying it's impossible, just easier for me.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀ activity might be sporadic, seeing as the writer tends to get distracted easily and might hyperfocus on specific things at a time.

don't press me for replies. i reply at my own pace, hounding me for them won't make replies come any faster.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀as i said before, i am a bit selective. this is due to my interests and scarce time to write, i want to make sure my threads will be fun to me, as they should be to you.

i'm willing to write with most people, as long as you're not wanting to write questionable stuff (taboo themes for example).

i might use icons with my replies, but that doesn't mean you have to feel obligated to use them to write with me!

i will write with people outside my comfort zone, and might attempt to write with non-mutuals too. i encourage you to do the same to me! i love random asks&starters.

i will write with duplicates and writers outside my fandom too. i'm not picky.

𝐃𝐍𝐈 ;;⠀⠀do not interact if you're a non-rp account, or if you condone racism of any kind, homophobia, transphobia, pedophilia, misogyny, ableism, etc. i won't interact with pro-shippers.

if you're into any of these things and i still interacted somehow, chances are i didn't realize yet. when i do, i will stop.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ;;⠀⠀this account will have content such as mentions of violence, foul language, suggestive themes, blood, death, manipulation, etc.

i will tag overly sexual themes or put such replies under a cut.

my preferred genres to write are: action, adventure, angst (bonus points if it comes with comfort at the end), romance, slice of life, humor.

i'm willing to write other stuff too!

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ;;⠀⠀i love writing shippy stuff! but i won't let rps take this turn if you or your muse is a minor.

this muse will remain multiship with chem!

smut can be written with enough chemistry established, but won't be the focus of interactions. i will keep such interactions under a cut, as i said before.

[seasovereign]

🐚 、

⠀⠀ 「AQUAMAN」

a portrayal of ARTHUR CURRY, a.k.a. AQUAMAN.

penned by LASZLO, +21, rules under the cut.

multiship, crossover/oc friendly

CHAR. INFO、

A STUDY IN ⸺ ⠀tba

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‘❛ 🐚

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 ;;⠀⠀the writer is called Laszlo.

uses he/him pronouns and is +21 y/o. english isn't my mother language so please, bear that in mind.

i have no triggers.

friendly but a bit selective. IMs open to plotting and chatting. i accept asks/memes at any time.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀ activity might be sporadic, seeing as the writer tends to get distracted easily and might hyperfocus on specific things at a time.

don't press me for replies. i reply at my own pace, hounding me for them won't make replies come any faster.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀as i said before, i am a bit selective.

i'm willing to write with most people, as long as you're not wanting to write questionable stuff (taboo themes for example).

i might use icons with my replies, but that doesn't mean you have to feel obligated to use them to write with me!

i will write with people outside my comfort zone, and might attempt to write with non-mutuals too. i encourage you to do the same to me! i love random asks&starters.

i will write with duplicates too. i'm not picky.

𝐃𝐍𝐈 ;;⠀⠀do not interact if you're a non-rp account. i won't interact with pro-shippers.

if you're into any of that and i still interacted somehow, chances are i didn't realize yet. when i do, i will stop.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ;;⠀⠀this account will have content such as mentions of violence, foul language, suggestive themes, blood, death, manipulation, etc.

my preferred genres to write are: action, adventure, angst (bonus points if it comes with comfort at the end), romance, slice of life, humor.

i will tag sexual themes or put such replies under a cut.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ;;⠀⠀i love writing shippy stuff! but i won't let rps take this turn if you or your muse is a minor.

[gvftea]

"can i ask a genuine question dont attack me like u guys usually do on here. i am 17 but will be 18 in like 3 weeks and always have wondered why u guys are like 18+ or you'll be blocked! like yeah give an 18+ warning but thats up to the persons choice if they still wanna just read some smut lmao. Anyways ive always felt like its pretty dumb to see people under 18 as immature children who cant read a little fan fic about smut as if they havent been doing it on wattpad since they were 12 anyways"

I haven't written fanfic in years, but I used to both read and write a lot and I started when I was like 13, so my input comes from my own personal experience. When people say they don't want to interact with minors, don't think it comes from a condescending "eww this child is too dumb" place. In reality, interacting with minors on the internet is just not safe for either party and has the potential to go incredibly wrong. First of all, you're potentially exposing yourself to content you might not be ready to process- You probably think you're ready but depictions of gore, violence, BDSM, dub-con, etc. are not something all people can handle, including adults, but people with not yet fully developed brains (25 and under) are more impressionable and susceptible, and that's just a scientific fact. If despite knowing that you still wanna read it that's cool and no one is stopping you but then it becomes a whole other issue in and of itself if you get caught reading it and by chance the author somehow gets tangled in your mess. Most parents aren't very tech-savvy. We don't want an overbearing parent trying to contact us asking why a predat0ry adult is trying to p3rvert their kid, or why we're sending p0rn to their ch!ld, or putting our accounts on blast on facebook because their thirteen year old got caught commenting "omg the shower sex scene was so hot when does chapter 3 come out?" under a homoerotic smut oneshot or something.

So long story short... You wanna read smut and maybe reblog it or whatever? That's cool I guess, it's your life, reading erotica as a teen is a rite of passage, no one is gonna stop you just like no one stopped me. But never, under any circumstance, think you can, like, shoot me a PM or try to be my mutual or my online friend and don't think you can comment under my stuff and get a super friendly, lengthy response. In my personal experience, I never blocked minors that read my stuff, left a like and went on about their day, I only blocked them when I realized they were getting too comfortable wanting to talk to me. If you're under 18 and I'm verging 30, we have nothing in common besides our shared interest in whatever fandom we're both part of.

[kowakunai]

〔KAZUHA'S FRIEND〕

a HC-based portrayal of

TOMOHISA KITAIN (kazuha's friend).

as penned by LASZLO.

CHAR.INFO、 CHAR.BACKGROUND、

ICON&PINNED ART CR、

+21MUN、(N)SFW、NOVELLA|MULTI-PARA

RULES&WRITER INFO UNDER THE CUT!

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 ;;⠀⠀the writer is called Laszlo.

uses he/him pronouns and is +21 y/o. english isn't my mother language so please, bear that in mind.

i have no triggers.

friendly but a bit selective. IMs open to plotting and chatting. i accept asks/memes at any time.

i tend to prefer plotting instead of random memes ⸺ at least if you hope to build a connection to my muse over time.

i'm not saying it's impossible, just easier for me.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀ activity might be sporadic, seeing as the writer tends to get distracted easily and might hyperfocus on specific things at a time.

don't press me for replies. i reply at my own pace, hounding me for them won't make replies come any faster.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀as i said before, i am a bit selective. this is due to my interests and scarce time to write, i want to make sure my threads will be fun to me, as they should be to you.

i'm willing to write with most people, as long as you're not wanting to write questionable stuff (taboo themes for example).

i might use icons with my replies, but that doesn't mean you have to feel obligated to use them to write with me!

i will write with people outside my comfort zone, and might attempt to write with non-mutuals too. i encourage you to do the same to me! i love random asks&starters.

i will write with duplicates too. i'm not picky.

𝐃𝐍𝐈 ;;⠀⠀do not interact if you're a non-rp account, or if you condone racism of any kind, homophobia, transphobia, pedophilia, misogyny, ableism, etc. i won't interact with pro-shippers.

if you're into any of these things and i still interacted somehow, chances are i didn't realize yet. when i do, i will stop.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ;;⠀⠀this account will have content such as mentions of violence, foul language, suggestive themes, blood, death, manipulation, etc.

i will tag overly sexual themes or put such replies under a cut.

my preferred genres to write are: action, adventure, angst (bonus points if it comes with comfort at the end), romance, slice of life, humor.

i'm willing to write other stuff too!

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ;;⠀⠀i love writing shippy stuff! but i won't let rps take this turn if you or your muse is a minor.

smut can be written with enough chemistry established, but won't be the focus of interactions. i will keep such interactions under a cut, as i said before.

[caught-the-lovebug]

hi I'm the girl who had a crush on the girl in my dorm and everyone and their mother thought the feeling was mutual!

Well now it's the very opposite. We barely even see eachother snd when we do we just do a little fake nod for a hello and we walk past eachother.

Ever since her ex found her way to our dorm things got very confusing. First why is she even here, 2nd are they back together? And 3rd why is my crush suddenly ignoring me. She literally went from showing me stickers she thought I'd like based on my lockscreen and phone case and telling me to pick one (unfortunately I couldn't get any its a long sad story) to tge next day bringing her ex to the dorm and disappearing like she died somehow.

God I'm sooooo disappointed! Like I went from 100 to -100 real quick I couldn't even realize how bad of a damage it caused. I was extremely thankful for the way things were rolling for me but idk WHY they went downhill all of a sudden.

Anyway, I wish I knew what made us like this tbh, like im not the clingy type so when I saw her being a bit cold to me I immediately got offended, however I tried to give her couple chances to see if I was wrong but I can't do it anymore. I can't act cool around someone I feel like they don't give a shit about me rn. So I'm ignoring her as well. Idk maybe that's for the worst actually but she doesn't seem like she wants to have a friendship anymore.

She added one of my friends to her close friend list but not me, and she is also posting alot of her and her ex who's probably now her gf atm.

Ugh, I'm sorry for the rambling but ig it's the end of the fairytale for me...

I'm gonna give my honest answer here but that doesn't mean I'm right.

It sounds like something is definitely going on that you're not in the loop for. Which is almost always the case because we don't get to see what's happening in other people's heads.

It sounds like she's purposely distancing you. Why? I'm not sure. I could think of some reasons (ranging from she knows you like her and doesn't want to hurt you (even though she is anyway), to there's a reason her and her ex broke up and maybe she's being manipulated into it because the ex feels threatened by you, to she's just a jerk) but I have no way of knowing.

It's always really upsetting when someone we like and hoped to be friends with (and maybe test the romance waters) suddenly doesn't seem to want that.

My advice is to take care of yourself. Let yourself be upset over what could have been. But try to move on. Be polite and friendly to her but let yourself move on to new friends (and your current ones!) and new people. Do things. Try new things and new experiences. Don't get caught up with someone who isn't being your friend.

And hey, if things change again maybe you two can talk it out and be friends. Or maybe you won't.

Good luck! And I'm sorry.

[botaniac]

⠀⠀ manfri isley is

「 DRAGONBREATH 」

an indie original character, set in the dc verse.

penned by LASZLO. +21. he/him.

rules and info behind the cut.

CHARACTER INFO、

OVERVIEW、

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 ;;⠀⠀the writer is called Laszlo.

uses he/him pronouns and is +21 y/o. english isn't my mother language so please, bear that in mind.

i have no triggers.

friendly but a bit selective. IMs open to plotting and chatting. i accept asks/memes at any time.

i tend to prefer plotting instead of random memes ⸺ at least if you hope to build a connection to my muse over time.

i'm not saying it's impossible, just easier for me.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀ activity might be sporadic, seeing as the writer tends to get distracted easily and might hyperfocus on specific things at a time.

don't press me for replies. i reply at my own pace, hounding me for them won't make replies come any faster.

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ;;⠀⠀as i said before, i am a bit selective. this is due to my interests and scarce time to write.

i'm willing to write with most people, as long as you're not wanting to write questionable stuff (txboo themes for example).

i might use icons with my replies, but that doesn't mean you have to feel obligated to use them to write with me!

i will write with people outside my comfort zone, and might attempt to write with non-mutuals too. i encourage you to do the same to me! i love random asks&starters.

i will write with other OCs and duplicates of characters too. i'm not picky.

𝐃𝐍𝐈 ;;⠀⠀do not interact if you're a non-rp account, or if you condone racism of any kind, homophobia, transphobia, pedophilia, misogyny, ableism, etc. i won't interact with pro-shippers.

if you're into any of these things and i still interacted somehow, chances are i didn't realize yet. when i do, i will stop.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ;;⠀⠀this account will have content such as mentions of violence, foul language, suggestive themes, blood, death, manipulation, etc.

i will tag sexual themes and put such replies under a cut.

my preferred genres to write are: action, adventure, angst (bonus points if it comes with comfort at the end), romance, slice of life, humor.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 ;;⠀⠀i love writing shippy stuff! but i won't let rps take this turn if you or your muse is a minor.

This blog is multiship. muse is bisexual with no lean.

building chemistry is usually a must.

[fu-hime-joshi]

Killing Stalking

Yes. I finally picked this series up. Well, I say that but I think I read this years ago and just blocked it out of my memory because I was absolutely not in the right place to have read it.

But.

Hear me out. This was such a good series.

The emotional rollercoaster it puts you on is insane. Koogi is such an excellent author, I cannot believe I was able to grow to sympathize with Sangwoo's character.

We meet an older man named Yoon Bum, who's awkward, gloomy, and strangely obsessed with our male lead, Sangwoo. We see Bum has managed to sneak his way into Sangwoo's home but discovers a really fucked up secret.

Spoilers below, but honestly like. I can't imagine any of you reading this review either a) don't know the gist of the story or b) haven't read it.

It was super weird, I actually didn't feel bad for Bum at all when he got caught in Sangwoo's basement. Tbh, the fact he even went down there is beyond me LMAO. I never once thought, Well, that's what you get for snooping, though. It just seemed... frankly? unlucky ¯＼_( ´ ▽ ` ) _/¯ I mean, really. what are the chances the guy you've been whacking it to is a serial killer?

Bum openly admits that he stopped loving Sangwoo after finding out abt how fucked up he is. And girl, same. But he ends up with severe Stockholm Syndrome by the end of the series. I feel like, as a reader, I also did??? I know how fucked their relationship was but I desperately wanted it to work out somehow in the end (╥ ▽ ╥)

It could be knowing that both of them had horrible childhoods, which gave me a soft spot for their mutual suffering. Which is one thing I want to note, that Sangwoo was clearly being tortured by Bum's presence. (Even if Bum was tortured infinitely more)

The one thing that is sticking with me the most, was Koogi's choice to have them die separately, and alone. Absolutely cruel!! Sangwoo being murdered by an old granny really serves him right tho. That was cathartic. And she did so in a way that wasn't even outright malicious... very interesting.

Bum's death was the thing that made me ill, though. It was quiet. Not that his actual death was quiet, but metaphorically speaking? compared to the rest of the series? Quiet. Like it happened in passing. As if that's all his life would amount to - was dying alone. We don't even get to actually see him die, which... just... you realize the world declared he had no value at all.

But, honestly? Despite Sangwoo's poor upbringing like. Ok, it's 100% believable a male would grow up to be as violent as he was lol. I understand why a gl version of K/S wouldn't work - it's bc girls and women are abused in horrible ways aaaall the time and rarely turn out to be mass murderers.

Anyways, enough of that rant. This is fiction, after all and that's why it was enjoyable!

I absolutely do not recommend reading this if you're in the process of recovering from parental or relationship abuse. This series is goddamn heavy. I was crying on and off about it for 4hrs after finishing.

No, I even lost sleep because I didn't finish it before bed, and kept dreaming and waking up over how they die. It was because I knew from the beginning they would die. There was no happy ending for them, I just knew. Which is so fucking bitter. There's no sweetness to this story at all.

This review is already long, but the author's notes at the end of the series is really what did me in. She says that Sangwoo is heterosexual but... can a straight man really have sex with another man? And her answer to, "Does Sangwoo love Bum?": Read the last chapter.

Like. Fuck!!

My belief, as well as the general consensus, is that Sangwoo absolutely loved Bum. Which is why it fucking hurts so much. Because the dude is goddamn crazy.

Ok I'm gonna stop here, I have so much more to say but I've already been rambling.

Hoping to purchase this series at some point though, it was that impactful.

[ukyokuonji]

Rip, I'm screaming rn. Anon that asked me like a month ago what my name is, I thought I answered and realized I didn't and answered on mobile today and somehow lost the ask, so lmao here is both my name and a mini landing page as I am working on my current landing page!!

Quick about, byf/dni, and things to tag.

Again my landing page is a wip, should be here soon!! Mayybe under a cut who knows I'm on mobile.

[Icon ID: Akane from the 2024 Ranma 1/2. She is scowling and wearing a yellow shirt-dress reading "Caribbean Sea." End ID]

About

Call me Ami or Katara!! I'm 20 (almost 21), a fat disabled queer nb woc (no being non-binary and a woman of color is not an oxymoron). I use she/they pronouns.

I'm latine and desi! I live in the US (New England lmao 😔) which like I don't think is important then I find out that some of my mutuals are canadian or british or something and I lose my mind.

Puedo hablar español pero tengo difícil escribiendo en español. Y entiendo que eso no tiene sentido porque leer en español es más fácil de leer en inglés. Pero cuando estoy escribiendo en inglés estoy pensando de las reglas de español, y en español estoy pensando con las reglas de inglés 🙃. My extent of speaking in any sort of desi language is saying hi, bye, "I don't know", "hurry up", food names, and family titles in my family's language. And even then I mess up because my cousins are all married now (and have been for years) and I'm meeting their spouses now and being told there's a word for sister's husband, I don't have to call them bhai, and yeah

[ID: A person sitting on the ground holding their face in their arms. Their eyes are closed, and their mouth is open as if screaming. End ID]

Before you follow/Do Not Interact

DNI

- General DNI criteria (racist, homophobic, transphobic, radfem/terf, misogynistic, islamophobic, anti-semitic, xenophobic, pedo apologist, incest shipper/apologist, etc.)

- If you "age up" fictional characters who are minors to write smut fics about them.

- Can't think critically about the media you consume, and think that popular pieces of media/fiction doesn't affect reality

- If you ship real people

- If you support jkr in any way, shape, or form

BYF

- Minors can follow, but would appreciate it if you're 14 or older. I say this as someone who's been on tumblr since before the age of 14, and am hoping to impart some of my wisdom onto you

- I'm super critical of all my media interests, and very vocal about pieces of media/characters I don't like! If that bothers you, don't follow!!

- I hate t*ylor sw*ft. I'm a classical musician and I actually have a lot of reasons both of just her music and how she presents herself to the public. Yeah I hate her 😘

- I don't really have a tagging system, (I'm trying but it's hard) so if you like neatness, dont follow!! Will tag trigger warnings tho!! Ask if you need something tagged.

- I try and reblog images/videos with descriptions, but that's hard and time consuming so sometimes I don't. If you see me like a post of yours and it doesn't get reblogged for like four months that's because I started writing an ID, got interrupted, and saved it as a draft and haven't had a chance to finish it.

Things to tag

- General triggers (violence, death, assault, racism, etc)

- Flashing lights

- Sharks

- Clowns

Yeah thanks!!

[ID: An edited screencap of Anakin Skywalker from Revenge of the Sith. He is in a spaceship, and his profile is visible. He has a communicator headset on, and is speaking into it with a smirk. The caption reads "This is where the fun begins." On the left side of his face is a semi-transparent behind-the-scenes photo of Hayden Christensen dressed as Anakin. His hair is messy and stuck to his forehead, his gaze is downward and dull, his lips are in a tight line. He looks defeated. End ID]

[hiraya-rawr]

You're the "Girl Bestfriend" (old fic)

Diluc

Contains: Initial fluff, Angst, slight arranged relationship

A/N: New to Tumblr and hoping I'm not making any mistakes! Open to tips, advice, and questions.

It doesn't come as a surprise when he brings up how his girlfriend isn't exactly fond of you.

You're childhood friends with Diluc. Ever since your parents moved near the Dawn Winery, you've spent days playing with him (and his adopted brother Kaeya). You even did part time as a maid there during your teenage years.

You see each other a lot less especially now that he found himself a girlfriend though.

She was the daughter of a noble in Mondstadt, both intelligent and elegant.

And although it was clear that Diluc liked her, it didn't seem to be the same way she loved him.

Something tells you he dated her for the sake of Dawn Winery rather than for himself.

“Her family has shares in the docks, it makes transportation of goods to Sumeru much easier.” He would say.

Although you're both busy with your individual lives, you take time to schedule a break in Angel’s Share while he's bartending. This was your mutual agreement.

He loves how you bring out his soft side, a moment where he can relax and somehow bring back who he used to be.

So when he says he'll be distancing himself from you, it broke both your hearts.

"I..” He looked lost as he searched for what to say, “I apologize that it's like this.” Diluc settles with a safe response. You bit your lip, trying to take a mature perspective.

"I understand. This is for the best.”

"We could still talk from time to time though. Preferably when (G/f) is present.” It was an awkward decision you had to settle with. You could only nod in reply. Soon you'd both walk away from each other.

Diluc’s heart would always ache when he sees you in the streets, giving him small smiles and waves.

He quickly misses the natural flow of energy your friendship gave him. Where you would once run up to him with some random topic that could spark up conversations were now quick hello's and how are you’s.

He misses the errands you'd bring him along to or vice versa. Some townsfolk are quick to notice too. The day he entered your favorite bookstore without you made the shopkeeper wonder.

“Aye the young lass just left a while ago. Did you two fight or anything? Quite odd to see you in here alone.”

It was when he stopped himself from approaching you did he realize what he was doing wasn't worth it.

You were laughing with someone at an open area of a cafe and Diluc, being someone who has always been in the know about you, wanted to come up and ask what you were laughing about.

He always knew how to make you laugh. It was something your friendship had since childhood.

He decided to end the relationship. It was anticlimactic compared to the turbulent feelings he's been experiencing during your absence.

It was only a day after when he invited you to Angel’s Share with the news that he broke up with her.

“Oh! Somehow I knew it wasn't going to work out. Do you need someone to talk to?” You ask him worriedly. Although you certainly did miss him, you didn't want to come off as desperate for your best friend’s company after a break up.

Diluc shook his head, “I’m fine,” He says with an assuring smile, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Two glasses of dandelion wine please,”

“Two for yourself?”

“Nope! I actually got myself a boyfriend!” You grinned at him, a light flush over your cheeks. Diluc paused, seemingly frozen.

“What?” He asked slowly.

“Well I figured since my best friend was cozying up with a lover, now ex, I might as well try to put myself in the market!” You clasped your hands.

“Oh Diluc you should absolutely meet him! I've been wanting to introduce you. The other day we were at this cafe and he made this joke and I knew right away I had to date him-” Your ramble was fading away and Diluc tried his best to listen. Except, all he could think of was if he missed his chance or if he never had a chance at all.

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[kuro-reiko]

• Thoughts And Confessions •

max mayfield x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairings: max mayfield x gn! reader

requested by @max-mstan

summary: You finally got a day's rest after a stressful and overwhelming week. You lay on your bed as your thoughts wandered then gathered themselves again, but now with thoughts about her.

You lay on your bed with a thump; sounds of rain thumping against your window fills the room with an ambience. It feels nice being able to think about things slowly after a horrifying week. I mean, who could have guessed that the town you live in since you were a fetus is above a hellish monster-filled place called the upside down? Kinda ironic if you ask me.

A sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes. You breathed in for a moment, then let it out after another. You open your eyes again, staring at the ceiling as your mind wanders. Though it wasn't your previous thoughts that were currently present, it was now about *her.*

Maxine Mayfield, though she prefers to be called "Max" for personal reasons, is one of the most interesting people you have ever met or got acquainted with. You saw her as a rough person with a tough exterior when you first met her at the arcade along with the party. She had a smug aura around her along with confidence you once thought was misplaced; you were wrong. Yet even as though that is your first impression of the auburn haired girl, she still somehow made herself a place in your heart. The feeling is mutual, it wasn't bad or good per se (just felt weird and foreign to you).

Everything she did around you, whether it was laughing at a really bad joke you made or to how her eyes just shine in admiration when she sees something she likes, it would always undoubtedly make your heart flutter and drop. *Wait, 'flutter and drop..?' don't tell me.*

You jolted awake upon the realization as your body immediately sat up right. You brought your hand towards your mouth,

*"Oh.." You breathed out feeling slightly overwhelmed.*

As things around the town start to calm a bit before the inevitable storm, you finally got the chance to think about your feelings for the girl. The question of *how* and *why* were still unanswered but you didn't pay any mind to that, as all you care about in the moment is the fact that you do *have* a crush on Max. *'No wonder why she always makes me feel weird,'* You thought as a smile tugs along your lips; you are satisfied with what you have realized.

"What are you doing outside at this hour and in the rain?!" You scolded her as she swooped down and entered your room. "Just wanted to see you." Casually, she replied, now taking off her yellow jacket and shoes, placing it on the floor below the window. You sighed, locking the window and proceeded to scold her more, "It's the middle of the night, Max. What is something so important that you had to see me right now and not until tommorow? You could get sick!" She crossed her arms on her chest and huffed in reply, "Firstly, I wore a jacket so I couldn't get wet that much. Secondly, I just wanted to see you and lastly, I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOU." She uncrossed her arms and dramatically started jabbing it on the air to highlight her statement and for you to realize that yes, she just wanted to see you and also to realize that no, it wasn't the only reason.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window, wait a knock? There shouldn't be anyone outside at this hour, even more so someone on the other side of the glass pane. "Y/n? You there?" The person asked as they knocked again but louder, You recognized their voice immediately and went to the window, pushing aside the curtains as you unlocked it.

"God, what am I gonna do with you." You mumbled. After a few seconds, you asked her, "You're going to stay for the night right?" she looked at you like you were stupid, "Yes of course I'm staying for the night, also why is your room so dark? I thought you were scared of the dark." She answered and asked you back, now walking to your door and flicking on the light switch beside it. "Again, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of what's inside it." You clarified to which she nodded rarely agreeing to. She walked back to you and sat on your bed, making you sit beside her. "Y'know, seeing you isn't the only reason I went here." She started, now fiddling your blanket with her fingers. "Yeah I figured." Replying, you laid your back on the bed, gaze occasionally switching between her and the ceiling above. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked. She looked at you with blue eyes filled with nervousness, "I wanna but it feels difficult to talk about." You nod in reply, reassuring her that you were willing to listen and wait. She stayed silent as her gaze returned to your blanket, fiddling with it again. These were rare times, where Max Mayfield, the smug energetic ball of sunshine is quiet, she also had a look of indecisiveness on her face which worried you. You didn't want her to force herself talking about it so you sat back up and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, "We don't have to talk about it if you're uncomfortable saying it." Her gaze was back on you again, "But I really want to. I really really want to.." She raised her hand slowly and placed it on your cheek. You looked at her confused yet eventually closed your eyes and leaning into her touch. She smiled and leaned in towards you, pecking your lips before immediately leaning away. You opened your eyes in suprise, cheeks red as her hand twitched, she pulled it back by your reaction and sighed. "That's what I've been trying to tell you.." She mumbled quietly, her gaze down to where her hands rested on her lap.

That was interesting, you've never figured her out of all people would hold such feelings for you. She was brave to do that despite not knowing her feelings were equal to yours, one which you deeply admired, your eyes softened as you gently reached for her hand and took it, wrapping it with yours as she looked at you, confused by it while also waiting to hear what you are going to say or do. You smiled and leaned in, kissing her. You felt her smile and giggle, using her other hand to cup your cheek and kiss back deeper before pulling back, "I love you." Those words were strong yet held such meaning, the way she said it to you held so much meaning. Your heart full of warmth as she hugged you. Sounds of rain filled the room again, enveloping both you in solace as you hugged her back.

"I love you too." You replied, now resting your chin on her head.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Seeing Him (5+1): and Hurting Him

summary: reader sees him…and something else? take 4.

pairing: gn!reader x aaron hotchner

warnings: unsub death, near death, pining, heavy angst

an: i hate to say that this is the “it gets worse before it gets better” part of this series but…alas. i know it looks bleak but this does have a happy ending i promise. icon is @shyhotch <3

word count: 2k

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 | part 6

There’s usually a feeling of relief when mutual feelings come to light. When one person isn’t left in the cold and the other comes to warm them, it ends in sweet smiles and deep kisses. Soft whispers and gentle, exploring touches. That doesn’t happen for you and Hotch. Not because there isn’t a need for it but because you won’t let it happen.

You and Hotch are chasing an unsub across the top of a cluster of buildings. You’re leading, always a little faster and agile than him. The unsub is beating you though, able to stay just out of reach. All of the buildings have been relatively close together, distanced by a small hop or leap. But eventually there’s one with a substantial jump and with nothing to lose, the unsub propels himself over with no hesitation. He lands, and takes off, and your anger bubbles. He can’t get away.

You back up, slowly, Hotch looking at you in confusion. It’s too late when he realizes you've already started your sprint.

“(Y/N), don’t!” He reaches for you in vain, watching with anxiety bursting in every cell in his body as you land safely on the next building with a thump.

You continue your chase, ignoring all of Hotch’s pleas for you to give up. This building is longer, and you think that you’ll be able to get enough momentum from the run to cross whatever gaps lie ahead. That is, until the unsub disappears around a vent.

You draw your gun, taking a moment to hone your senses in and drown out Hotch’s incessant yelling. You start to move, heading to the corner of the vent the unsub went around, taking a path guided by every rustle you hear. You make it to the edge of the building, bending over to chance a glance and see if he’s somehow gotten down. That’s when he takes his chance, pushing you over the side of the building.

Hotch has gone against his usual judgment and risked hopping over to the building you're on. His decision making skills are clouded when it comes to you, but when he saw you disappear after the unsub he had no choice. He’s just gotten you and the unsub in eye view when he sees you go over the side. He draws his weapon in a matter of seconds, his finger heavy on the trigger sending the unsub down and over the side to his death.

“Hotch!” His name leaves your mouth in a blood curdling scream as the thud of the unsub’s body cracks through the air. Your hands are slick and you’re losing your grip.

“I’m coming, just hold on. Please.” He’s maneuvering through the vents towards the edge as fast as he can but it feels like minutes, even hours to both of you.

Your hands slip ever so slightly in what you believe is your last moment, you repeat a mantra in your head over and over: I love you. I love you. I love you. And when it feels like you’ll finally plunge to your death you call his name once more.

He catches you with no seconds to spare, any longer and you would’ve joined nothing more than the flesh and bone beneath you.

“I’ve got you.” The terror in his eyes is mirrored in yours. You’ve never seen him so afraid, though with the level of emotion tormenting his eyes you can imagine he felt something similarly when he lost Haley. You see him, like the times before but even clearer. Every feeling in his eyes is brilliant, unmistakable, and utterly terrifying. Terrifying because that’s when it hits you like a ton of breaks. The realization that Hotch feels the same way for you. The fleeting looks, conversations and kind gestures have always been more. It’s a hard pill to swallow though you've been wanting it for what feels like endless months. He loves you too.

Are you okay with that? Is it allowed?

“Hotch.” You breathe, still feeling panicked even as he checks his grip on your hands, anchoring his knees into the building.

“I’ve got you, hold on.” His voice trembles but his hold on you is firm, his brow set in determination.

When he pulls you up the side of the building, he gets you on your feet and engulfs you in a hug immediately. You’re so soft to him, tucking perfectly into his arms and under his chin. He can smell the mix of your perfume and sweat, let’s it consume as he’s hit with the gravity of almost losing you before he’s ever really had you.

“I’ve got you.” He repeats, more to himself than anything else.

You don’t protest letting yourself focus on the feeling of his warm, solid frame against your own. You need this, need him to anchor you not only after this experience but always. But as you come down, your adrenaline starts to fade, and you fully realize the position you’re in. It’s too much. “Wait, no.” You murmur, loosening your grip at the nape of his neck.

He pulls away from you, brushing a piece of your hair out of your face. The gesture is overly familiar, and overwhelming. “What’s wrong?”

“Stop.” You flick his hand away, taking a step back to try to break out of his embrace.

“What-“

“Just stop, stop touching me. Get off.”

“(Y/N),” He tries to calm, keeping his voice soft as if he’s talking to a wild animal he needs to placate.

“No.” You turn away from him, feeling so flooded that the sight of the building you almost plunged off is a more welcoming sight than him.

He watches you similarly to the way you did when he was standing at the well. Your shoulders rise and fall with sharp, gasping breaths. He wants nothing more than to hold and comfort you by wrapping you in his arms. And as if you can read his thoughts you gather yourself into your own arms after a chill runs through you. He waits until you’ve gotten your breathing under control to speak again.

“What are you afraid of?”

“You know exactly what I’m afraid of.” You keep your back to him, running a hand over the back of your neck.

“I do. I feel this.”

You find it makes you angry that he understands what you’re going through but continues. If he understands then why would he poke and prod at you? Does he think it could work? That it’s worth it? That this is okay? You can’t rationalize his outlook and you won’t ask him to. Asking means full acknowledgement and you won’t, no: can’t. You fear your mind might shatter.

“I’ve asked you to leave it alone, and just won’t.” You throw your hands up in the air in frustration.

“That’s what has been bothering you?” He asks, realization materializing in his eyes. “That’s why you’ve been standoffish and irritable. Because we,”

You have to preserve some sense of safety and ambiguity. You aren’t ready for him to take that away from you. You've been fighting so hard to stay afloat in the tsunami that is him. He can’t do this. “Shut up, Hotch. Please. Please.”

He listens, letting the silence that falls between you grow and sprout until you begin to fidget. He still has questions and clarifications that need to be made. He speaks cautiously, “You were saying something when I caught you.”

“Was I?” You retort, looking up at him with hard, defiant eyes.

“You were.” He says evenly, holding eye contact.

“This is absolute bullshit.” You finally turn completely around to face him, only to race past him.

He stops you with an arm around your waist, his torso pressed tightly against yours as he bends his head to look at you. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the precinct?”

“You need to be checked out.”

“I got thrown over the side of a building and you caught me. I’m fine.”

“You almost died.”

“But, I didn’t.”

With each sentence the two of you lean closer and closer to the other, your faces mere centimeters apart as the conversation goes on.

“If you continue to argue with me-“

“What, Aaron, you’ll suspend me? Put me on mandatory leave?”

“When we get home you’re done for a week and you need to talk to someone. Mandatory.”

You agreed with him there, you did need to talk to someone. That someone is him, and that talk can never happen.

“You’re full of shit and you know it.”

“What I know is that you need to calm down.”

“Whatever that was in your eyes when you saved me…lose it.” You look at him, face set in a glare that matches his.

“You first.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“If anyone here is an asshole it’s you.”

“Screw you, Hotch.” You bite out, your brain and body overwhelmingly aware of how warm and firm his frame is against yours.

You get under his skin in all the ways, right and wrong. The way you look at him with eyes full of a rage that is cloaked with sadness and care, it’s just right. Acceptable enough in his eyes. “You’re so…frustrating.”

“And you’re insufferable.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You roll your eyes, trying to take a step back out of his embrace but it just tightens. And oh, how you want to melt into him. But, you don’t, continuing this back and forth with him. It’s easy, he is infuriating, but in a way that makes you want to kiss him. You won’t. “Don’t tell me what I fucking mean, Aaron.”

“You’re getting checked out, that’s final.” He’s using that voice, the one that’s impossible to disobey even though lines have been crossed and it’s clear that he’s more than just your boss.

“Fine.” You grit out.

“Good.”

You take both of your hands and get them on his chest, ignoring the dream fueled deja vu that invades your senses. You give him a sharp push, breaking his hold on your waist and his eyes go wide as he loses his footing. Making sure he doesn’t fall, your hand knots in his shirt when he’s far enough away for your liking, giving him an anchor to steady himself.

It’s then, before you can withdraw your hand from him that the door on the other side of the building bursts open, Morgan and Emily appearing with guns raised. Morgan’s eyes fall to where you and Hotch connect and you drop your hand, taking a few steps back.

“Where is he?” Morgan’s eyes scan the entire roof, once, twice, and again.

Hotch keeps his response simple, “Dead.”

“Are you okay?” Emily gives you a onceover.

You groan in annoyance, “We’re fine.”

Hotch scoffs, wetting his lips, “They were thrown over the building, they’ll get checked out. Prentiss, could you take them downstairs?”

“I’m more than capable of walking down flights of steps, sir.”

He’s sir again and it makes his chest grow cold. Prentiss and Morgan share a look before turning to head back down. You scoot your way in front of them, ignoring Morgan’s groan of protest when you bump into him.

Hotch is effectively frozen on the roof. While his body stands cemented, his mind flies, thoughts speeding through it at the rate of a hummingbird’s wings. How could things have gone so right and wrong at the same time? He knows that you care for him now in the same way he cares for you. He knows you’re scared, just as he is. Even as his mind races, he’s not sure that there’s any chance for movement between you. He’s stuck, and you might as well be on that roof with him, two stubborn statues fixed in place.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Okay but like- what if Bella fucking fell hopelessly in love with Carlisle after meeting him in the hospital for the first time? XD

Oh no.

Carlisle Chooses Not to Notice

He's tending to Bella, she's looking at him with stars in her eyes, she very clearly finds him attractive but he's been here before. This happens to Carlisle often, (hell, even with his own wife) and it's not something he pays much mind to or even comments on.

It's a little inconvenient and awkward that this is the girl Edward keeps almost eating but he doesn't expect to ever run into Bella Swan again.

He goes about his routine as normal.

And then, of course, Edward decides he's in love with Bella. (Well, Alice decides it, Edward later agrees.)

Carlisle Chooses Not to Notice (Again)

He has no idea what the fuck is going on with Edward and is far more concerned about that. At this point, Bella's feelings, whatever they are, aren't even on the radar. What Carlisle does know is that Edward is a clear danger to Bella Swan and Edward has been acting insane for the past few weeks.

This goes by for a while (unbeknownst to Carlisle, Bella's been asking all sorts of questions to Edward about his dad. Edward doesn't realize this is a bad sign because "yes, Carlisle is amazing and we are all unworthy of him and his beautiful face")

Bella and Edward's relationship somehow progresses despite Bella not actually being into Edward. This, in fact, helps as Edward pointedly does not want to be in a relationship with a girl who is in any way interested in him. Edward saves her in Port Angeles, Bella tells him she's found out his family are vampires ("And wow, Edward, your vampire doctor dad sounds so amazing"), they go to the meadow where Edwrad confesses he wants to eat her (but his dad doesn't because Carlisle's that amazing).

The underpinning of the pair's relationship becomes their mutual infatuation with the entirely oblivious Carlisle Cullen, who has no idea this is happening. Where, in some other world, they talked about lions and lambs they now say, "You're totally a lion, Edward, but your dad is like a lion who has gone to therapy to be a lamb."

It's weird.

And then Carlisle gets roped back in.

Edward wants Bella to visit the house and tells his family, hours before, THAT HE'S IN LOVE DAMMIT!

This proceeds much like canon up until the point Bella actually enters the house.

The Tour from Hell

Carlisle thought he'd just stand on the stairwell with Esme, holding her back from eating Bella, and then off Edward would go to talk about fuck all with Bella Swan. The human suddenly in his house.

This whole thing has been weird but at least Edward's happy?

Instead, the pair stop in front of him.

"Can I help you?" Carlisle asks.

Edward explains that Bella asked, specifically, for Carlisle to give a tour of the house and talk about their family history. See, Edward thinks this is reasonable as Carlisle was there the longest (and can then talk about how amazing Edward and Carlisle are).

Bella asked because this is the only legitimate venue she can have to talk to a married vampire, and she needs to imprint the sound of his voice in her memory. (Bella cries herself to sleep every night because Carlisle is married, Edward thinks it's perfectly natural that her dreams are filled with her screaming, "CARLISLE! I LOVE YOU!" in agony)

Carlisle finds this weird, he'd have thought Bella would be intimidated or she'd want to be alone with Edward, or she'd want to hear all this from Edward. However, he doesn't want to ruin his son's chance at a relationship so he agrees. Esme is sent outside to not eat Bella and Carlisle walks them through the house.

Where he gets increasingly weirded out as Bella keeps asking about him and.. skipping over Edward.

Carlisle tries to discuss Edward's mother, turning Edward, and Bella goes, "uh huh, yeah, Edward, that's great. Can we talk more about what you were doing for the previous century?"

Bella, in fact, keeps looking at him and barely even glances at Edward (for all that Edward is happily smiling at them both, perfectly content that his wonderful Bella and wonderful Carlisle are hitting it off so well).

The alarm bells are going off in Carlisle's head.

It also gets very awkward as Carlisle's not sure if he's supposed to talk about Edward having run away to eat criminals or not.

The tour ends and Carlisle's very grateful. Then he's less grateful when Edward announces that he's going to invite Bella to baseball the next chance they get.

James and the Gang and it All Goes Downhill

James happens.

This time, though, Bella insists that she go with Carlisle to protect her. Edward, in a state of panic and rage, agrees as Carlisle will both protect her the best and this allows him to go full Batman without Bella watching him become Vengence.

Carlisle would really rather not but... okay.

Because of this, they don't go to Phoenix, as that's a stupid plan. They go to the middle of fucking nowhere in the wilderness instead. There, Carlisle and Bella get far too much alone time.

Bella tells him she's alright dying because she got to meet his wonderful family. She'll be a ditch digger who once had a wonderful day!

Carlisle points out that she means Edward, she got to meet Edward.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Bella says.

Carlisle doesn't want to ask, but he must. What does Bella even like about Edward?

Bella, realizing that Carlisle will never go for her because he's married (and this is part of the reason she likes him) blathers through a ridiculous lie of how she's totally into Edward. Totally.

She ends up describing Carlisle's features and vampirism as the reason she likes Edward.

"That sounds nothing like Edward," Carlisle thinks to himself, but he doesn't dare say it.

Eventually, Carlisle is told by Alice that the only way to end this game is if Bella's turned. Edward really really really doesn't want to do that, (and Carlisle really really really doesn't want to do it either for a lot of reasons), but this isn't the ballet studio with James dying and Bella dead.

He's putting his entire family at risk, Bella's entire family, by not turning her when she's insisting she wants to. Of course, Edward will also never forgive him and he just knows their relationship isn't going to work out.

I imagine as the hunt goes on, he has no choice, and he does it.

Bella and Edward Get Married

Edward, of course, is inconsolable but he can't bring himself to blame Carlisle. In this case, destroying Bella would be destroying her sacrifice to save his family. So he puts on a brave face and continues their relationship.

Bella, now only allowed to be in the family if she continues her relationship with Edward/doesn't act like a homewrecker, pounces on this.

Carlisle just tries and fails to smile and hopes he's wrong about everything.

[niskoo]

Burrito run

pairing: rich kid! Jake x rich kid! reader

genre: fluff, crack, bff2l! AU

warnings: food, swearing, sneaking out (??)

word count: 3k words

a/n: my dumbass posted this on my nct acc omfg

this was originally for haechan of nct for my nct acc (@daegall) but i thought i could treat you guys to hehe

networks: @enhypennetwork

You had known Jake for more than half of your lives. Thanks to both of your rich ass parents setting you two up for a playdate at the age of 12, now you have found your rock and partner in crime. You know when he's feeling down, when he wants to cause trouble for no reason, when he has an eye for someone, heck, you know when and how to get him out of any situation when needed.

Like right now, as he gives you a side glance as he talks boringly to a group of men. All they talked about was business. Jake wanted to talk about that one burrito place down the block, he wants to get out of there and go get some. He wants to get out of this stupid high class party he has no part of.

He knows you do too, he knows by the way you keep glancing at the back door by the kitchen, and how you occasionally move to each group closer to the door. You know he catches up to the plan, how he also moves from group to group, excusing himself every 2 minutes.

You politely excuse yourself from the many unknown rich aunts who just questioned your love life, giving them a very passive smile, before turning to move to another group.

You don't get to go to another group, because you're already so close to the door, and Jake approaches you.

"Why, hello there, miss Y/n."

You feign shock at his greeting, holding a hand to your chest, "My, Jaeyun, wasn't it? It's been too long!"

Your best friend nods, playing along to the small skit you two have created, "About 2 hours, I think? You've grown very beautifully,"

You flick your hand at him, nudging his shoulder not-so-gently, "Oh stop."

You bite your lip to hold back a loud laugh when Jake winces at your harsh push at his shoulder, watching as his face twists in playful anger. You can't help but thin he looks absolutely adorable, nose scrunched up and eyes narrowed in a non meaningful glare, you ought to kiss his puffed cheeks.

You shake the last thought from your mind, bringing the elegant glass of champagne to your lips, sipping lightly at the sweet and slightly sour liquid. You then take a double check around the spacious room, to see if anyone is watching.

Your mother and father were chatting at the far corner with the parents of Jay, a guy you met earlier this evening. He looked just as bored as you. Jake's parents stood not too far from your parents, greeting anyone who approached them.

This was your chance.

Quickly, as Jake was mumbling something about you growing up strongly as well, you grab his arm. He yelps in surprise, as you drag him through the back door, lightly blushing at your gentle touch at his wrist.

The back door soon slams behind the both of you, and you are met with a large yard.

"Y/n! What if someone caught us?"

Giving Jake a side glare, you start to trudge down the flight of stairs to the garden, "You were too busy complaining about my guns to notice we had a chance to escape. You're welcome."

"You're weak!"

"Am not!"

"Are to!"

You ignore the upcoming argument you could've started, taking off your painful heels. They were absolutely stunning, but stung your feet constantly. Beauty is pain, as mother says.

"Lead the way to the burrito truck you claimed to see on the way here!"

Through the many bushes, and many guards, and even more bushes, you finally make it out the the big mansion, and into the dark streets. It's 10 in the night, you hope the burrito place is still open or your only choice left is a McDonalds about an hour away or convenience store food. Not that you minded, but you haven't had a burrito since you were 18. You had it right after graduation day with one of your closes friends who you have no idea of her whereabouts now.

The last time Jake had a burrito is about last week, the first time he met another rich kid named Sunghoon. Their parents gave them a bunch of money to go spend on expensive and top quality foods, but they both mutually agreed to get cheap burritos that would probably give them a bad stomach.

Jake takes the lead, as expected, for he was the one who spotted the food truck. He took off his blazer some time ago, you don't remember when, but with his jacket thrown over his elbow and sleeves rolled up like that, you can't help but admire.

You notice every single little thing about him, his slow, rhythmic paces, occasionally kicking stray rocks on the sidewalk. You watch as his hair slightly bounces as he kicks yet another rock, and you want to pet his hair.

There was that one time when you were 16 and you had a movie night as your parents went away for some business, he had his head on your lap, you didn't mind for some reason. At some point you had started playing lightly with a few strands of his hair, but you didn't notice. The moment you softly ran your hands through his hair, you realized, and decided to keep your hands to yourself after that. To your surprise he protested against it, claiming it was very comforting. So now every time one of you come over to the other's house, you would somehow find yourself playing with his hair, like pure human instinct.

But now as you observed your best friend more, you have a different feeling running through you as you had an urge to softly play with them once more, as if it wasn't as platonic anymore. But that was absurd. you've been friends for 10 years now, why are you just feeling like this now?

Your heart jumps in your chest when you are suddenly met with Jake's eyes, shining brightly with a slight mischievous gloss glazing over them. "Can we pick up the pace please? I'm getting pretty hungry and I know you are too."

Your heart softens as he sticks his arm out, gesturing you to come next to him. You jog barefoot to his side, instantly looping your arm with his.

It doesn't take long to find the food truck Jake mentioned, just a 10 minutes from the mansion, somewhere near the center of town. You had to drive about 2 hours to get here, and so did Jake, so it's a bit strange how he knew his way around the town so easily. You guess he just is that way.

You practically drool at the smell of savory foods that lingers in the air, sucking the saliva in your mouth.

Your best friend eyes you playfully, nudging your hip with his, "See? What did I tell you? Burrito food truck!"

You don't respond, simply grunting and dragging him to the cashier to order some food.

It takes a lot of time to decide on what burrito you'd buy, there were even tacos, and weirdly, cookies and croissants. It was your dream food truck, really. In the end, you both went for the classic burrito, nothing could beat it.

There were no seats to the food truck, sadly, so you and Jake opted to sit on the curb, legs sprawled out on the road, hopefully no cars drive by.

"You ready?" Your best friend asks you, looking at you with much anticipation. You stare at your own burrito in much more anticipation, it's been 4 years since you had a burrito. You wonder how you could survive that long.

You nod vivaciously, already opening your mouth to take a bite. Jake chuckles as he watches you take your first bite, your cheeks instantly puffing out full of the contents. You shut your eyes in bliss, licking your lips for anything left on them.

As you continue to chew, you shake your head, "Shit, I haven't had anything this good in sooo long." You exaggerate, taking yet another bite of the heavenly treat.

Jake can't agree more, he just had a burrito last week, but somehow eating one with you feels different. Especially when you don't mind him seeing and pointing out the smeared food around your mouth, simply trying to search for it with your tongue instead.

Your best friend wants to cherish this moment forever, keep it deep in his heart and laugh at it in the future when he suddenly gets reminded of it, he wants to brag about it to his friends, maybe even share it with his grandchildren, he doesn't know. All he knows is that you're it for him.

You're the one he's spent all of his teenage years with, his first heartbreak, first sleepover, first drink was with you, heck, you were his first close friend!

You know so much about him, you share so much about yourself to him, he's the one you trust. He's the first person you call out to when you're down, first person you call out to in the best of your times. It amazing how much you've been through together, and Jake thinks anything is possible, as long as it's you.

Falling in love seems so much easier than ever, especially at that moment, eating a burrito instead of the expensive caviar at the party before, just with him. And nobody else.

He wants to make you his. Not just his best friend, his lover, his soul mate, his whole world. Not that you weren't already.

"What's wrong?" you suddenly ask Jake, startling him. "You nudge your chin at the burrito in his hands, "Why aren't you eating?"

Jake flushes, realizing he's been staring at you the whole time, taking a big bite of his burrito, before looking away bashfully. "It's nothing."

You grow suspicious of his actions, watching as he swallows and bites his lip shyly. You choose to leave it there, instead bringing up your parents being out of town next week.

The conversation keeps going, from one topic to the other, swerving all over the place, but that's just how it is, talking to the person you're most comfortable with.

The conversation goes on and on until you find yourself walking along the streets blindly, fiddling with the paper packaging of the burrito you ate. You also find yourself wearing Jake's shoes instead of walking barefoot, he gave to you after you complained about walking over so many rocks, and you didn't like how your heart swarmed and beat dangerously fast as he claimed it would be better if you borrowed them for the night.

Strangely enough, his blazer he took off about and hour ago now stayed on your shoulders, keeping you warm from the cold breezes of the night. All your best friend's actions made you swoon over him, and that wasn't something you would feel often. Maybe occasionally, but not everyday.

Jake doesn't know what got into him when he took his shoes off for you, or when he draped his blazer on your shoulders, or why he took your heels and held it for you. What he does know, is that he enjoys the way your lips purse and a light shade of pink dusted over your cheeks. Or how you pull his blazer tighter around your body and sub-consciously loop your arm around his again.

You two never really got to go through the proper high school experience, your parents forced you to go to a strict school with strict rules, they didn't even have celebrations.

Jake always imagines what it would be like to go to a dance, prom, maybe? Full of fun, dancing, and definitely you. You had a similar vision. Chugging down punch or soda and dancing crazily together until you both get sick and throw up in the bathroom.

Prom was like a mutual yearning for the both of you.

God, how you would kill to have a normal high school experience.

"You know," Jake starts, "this feels like I'm walking you home after prom."

You can't stop the grin from reaching your lips, giving into it and letting out a soft laugh. Softly, you elbow his side, "Corny."

There are a few laughs here and there after that, but overall just comforting silence that goes throughout the night. The crickets that echo throughout the night are your only noises, and the few cars rushing by. You two come to a stop at a random bench by a streetlamp, settling there until you realize it's time to go back to the party.

You realize it, but you just don't want to let go of the moment.

You feel Jake hook his leg under yours, swinging them together in sync as you rest and stare into the night sky. Tonight isn't that much of a pretty night, no stars, barely a moon, but that's alright, you're enjoying the most of it.

You turn your head away from the boring black sky, instead facing the mot interesting thing you find in life. Jake is staring down at your swinging legs, smiling at the sight. He fiddles softly with your fingers, caressing and tracing them as if they were one of the most precious things in the world.

Your eyes trail from your tangled legs, to your tangled hands, all the way up to Jake's face, tracing each and every detail with your gaze. You don't remember when he matured, you only remember the fluffy cheeked bowl cut Jake when you two were still middle schoolers. Now all that cheek has become more defined, especially his jaw, you can't help but admire him. He was like a piece of art. Your favorite piece of art.

For the second time that night, you focus on his hair, and ought to run your hands through them once again. To pull him into your embrace as he rests on you, to simply relax and twirl his strands around your fingers.

It seems like whenever you're staring at his hair, Jake just startles you with his eyes, still glossy, but this time they hold something different.

They admire you just as much as yours admire him.

Slowly, as if an unspoken agreement, you lean in closer to his face. His breath close to your cheek sets goosebumps trailing your body, and his touch now on your neck warms you inside.

Your eyes flit between his eyes and lips, oh those plump, soft lips you dream of. You would never admit it, but you have had many urges to crash your own upon them.

And that's exactly what you do. Though, crash isn't the right word to describe it. They press together softly more than recklessly, pulling into a soft lock, something much more than just platonic love being poured into it. Pure bliss and love are being poured like gentle and calm rivers, the ones you find clear and beautiful in parks. It runs faster as Jake tilts your head to kiss you closer, lips wrapped up in the warmth of yours. It feels like home to him.

Jake is absolutely perfect, you decide, despite all the many nights spent together breaking down, left for each other to pick the other up, it makes him perfect.

He thinks you're the most flawless thing he's ever seen, despite all the gems and crystals he sees in most parties, you're the brightest one shining, he could never find any jewel more valuable than you.

You pull away with one last soft lock of your lips, but stay close and ghost them together. You find his eyes the shining the most you have ever seen in the 10 years you have spent with him, one different emotion fluttering behind them. Love.

You surely don't feel that big of a person when you're at these big rich parties, even if everyone knew of your name. But kissing your best friend and being the one he sees, he loves, being his, you feel like you could rule the world.

You know you're his after this. How could you not? The way he breaks out into a very bashful smile when you leave one last peck on his lips, the way he holds you so close. There was no way he couldn't be yours after this.

A week later you have a very sleepy boyfriend on your couch, his head resting on your lap as you play softly with his hair. Nothing is all that different, except for all the kisses he steals when reaching up to you. And of course, the corny lines being thrown at each other as a competition to see who can come up with the cheesiest, most disgusting pick up line ever.

"I want to wrap you in my arms and make you my baerito."

"Ugh Jake that was just straight but bad! Not even funny or cheesy!"

Jake simply laughs, and wraps his arms around you just as he claimed to have wanted to, mumbling how he agreed into your forehead.

Being in his arms, you feel like you could fight everything that would try to hurt your lover, but for now you stick to the playful pokes he gives to your stomach and sides.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Death By Bagel

NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary: Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.

R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers

A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE

“As a doctor, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, he’s lying down now.

Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, “YOU’RE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!”

Mark’s mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, “He got that from you.”

The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.

When she comes back to the living room, she’s accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.

“Markie! Say hello to your Auntie!” Mark’s mom calls.

Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.

The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, “Baby, say hello to Mark.”

Unwilling, she shakes her head.

“Aw come on, baby. Don’t be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommy’s tummy, just like Mark’s mom knew you when you were in mine. You’re the same age so you’ll get along just fine.”

With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, “Hi, Mark.”

“Hello,” Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.

At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.

“We’ll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,” Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.

“Yeah. I got this,” he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.

The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.

Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, “Do you play doctors?”

Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, “I like playing baker doctor.”

All at once, Mark gasps, “ME TOO!”

It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.

And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.

... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.

“MARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--” “WHAT! WHAT!?” Mark laughs.

"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.

"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.

I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."

Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.

"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.

Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."

"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."

Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."

The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."

I turn to him and elbow his side.

"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."

Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.

I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."

"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.

I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.

Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.

"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."

I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."

Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"

"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."

Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."

I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."

Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"

"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."

Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."

"Okay, maybe not that cute."

"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.

I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.

"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.

Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."

Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"

This makes me knit my brows.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."

Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."

"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."

Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."

Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?

Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."

I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."

"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."

I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."

I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."

Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."

"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."

"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."

Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."

He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."

"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.

Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"

Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."

I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"

He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"

"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."

"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"

"A gullible idiot maybe."

Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."

Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.

But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.

"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Rich™ Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.

Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."

"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."

Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"

Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'

I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."

"Of being a fuck boy?"

Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."

Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."

I raise a brow.

Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."

"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."

Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."

"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."

Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"

"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"

"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"

The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.

I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.

"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"

"BABE?!" Mark barks.

I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"

Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."

Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."

Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."

Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."

No one really responds.

We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.

"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.

I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"

Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."

I knit my brows, "what? Why?"

Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"

I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"

"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"

"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."

Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."

I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"

"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.

I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."

Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."

I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."

"Loser."

As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.

There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.

He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.

He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."

I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"

"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.

"I made you two this time," he smiles.

I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."

He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.

Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."

I smile, "thanks. I made it."

He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."

I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.

"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"

"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."

"..."

"..."

Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"

"... Uh..."

He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."

I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."

I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."

"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."

I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."

I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."

"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."

Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."

I shrug, "worth a shot though."

Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."

Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.

Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.

"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.

"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."

"How many lives do you have?"

"9, I'm pretty sure."

I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."

Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."

"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."

"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."

I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"

Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."

I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."

Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"

I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."

He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."

Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."

I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.

Wait... was this really happening?

Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."

My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"

He looks like he's about to throw up.

I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."

I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."

"We could have dated in grade school all this time."

It takes a moment to register in his head.

Like, a really long moment.

I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."

He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."

I break into a laugh.

"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"

I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."

Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.

He is dumbfounded.

I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.

"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."

Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."