#mark my words broski

[rudnitskaia]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

My gosh this... this...

CHIP, HONEYBUN, YOU'RE A GODDESS 😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

THIS IS SO ALIVE AND WARM AND COZY AND I WANT TO DIVE INTO YOUR ART AND MELT LIKE A MARSHMALLOW IN A MUG OF HOT COCOA 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

YOU MADE MAU SO ABSOLUTELY MAGICAL AND STUNNING! THOSE LIL PINE CONES ON HER CLOCHE!! AND YOU LITERALLY BROUGHT THE SCENE OF MAU TRYING TO KNIT TO LIFE

ABSOLUTELY GENIUS

AND THE SCEWED SCARF ORNAMENT!! 😭💖💖💖💖💖💖

I'M DYING (BEING ABSOLUTELY HAPPY)

i dunno, dude, i have neither enough words nor enough air to describe how happy i am 🥹 i'm simply screaming like an opossum; running around the flat and trying to express my emotions in chaotic gestures and unintelligible noises x)) (my husband pretends i'm a completely sane person)

if i could reach you right now, i'd squish you in the tightest hug ever. you're simply amazing.

thank you 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

✨💖🧣✨ A gift for my friend @rudnitskaia !!! ✨🧤💖✨

[trashrat420]

I present to you, the first wave of Project Eden’s Garden memes, I did it for drdt and now I’m doing it for p:eg, and I am proud to admit that there are no spoilers contained in any of these either

What? Chapter 1 deadly life? I have no idea what you’re talking about. Everyone is alive and well and they’re all friends

[fisheito]

i told myself that yakuei only had one position then i proved myself (sorta) wrong

my fave face here:

[sanjoongie]

Do No Wrong ~ Mommy! May

My submission for Mommy! May held by @whatudowhennooneseesyou

ღPairing: Choi San x Reader (f)

ღGenre: Mommy! au, established relationship, non idol

ღWord Count: 812

ღWarnings:  consensual somnophilia, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex with no barrier, marking, praise kink, m and f orgasm

ღRated: 18+ MDNI, smut with no plot

ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my beta broskis

↝Mommy Hongjoong ↝Mommy Yeosang

You blinked slowly as you pulled your consciousness from slumber. Your lower half throbbed heavily and suddenly you felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through your nerves. You heard San's noises of happiness before your eyes understood where he was. 

You looked down your body and took in your state: your loose soft shirt was pushed to your collarbone and your breasts were already covered in love bites. San had discarded your sleep shorts and underwear, so he could spread your legs and enjoy eating you out. He was licking you like a fucking ice cream, with long licks and tongue at a point. He raised his face upon seeing that you were stirring. 

"Baby, go back to sleep. Let Mommy use your cute little hole, okay?" San sent you a sunny smile.

You stretched a little, canting your hips upwards. "Feels good, Mommy, how can I sleep?"

San hummed quietly, giving soft kisses to your mound. "You're so fucking cute, baby. I'm gonna fuck your tiny hole and make you feel good this morning."

San climbed up your body, eyes traveling over the planes of your face. "Pretty baby," he cooed. His hand ran down the side of your face and he turned your head so he could suck a fresh hickey on your neck. "You taste so good."

"Mommy?" You whined, wriggling impatiently.

"Shhh, Mommy's got you, angel," San reassured you.

He grabbed one of your thighs, pulling it up adjacent to your torso. "I'm gonna use your hole but you know the rules, little one. Don't come unless Mommy tells you to. You can do that for me, right, baby?"

You nodded quickly, not truly understanding, just aware that you had to agree to have San fuck you. "I'll be a good baby, Mommy. Please."

San smirked crookedly. "You want Mommy's cock that badly, huh?"

"I love when Mommy's cock fills me up," You pouted, bottom lip pushing outwards.

San smiled sunnily again. "Then I should make you feel full, right?"

"Mommy, I want you to feel good too," You frowned.

"Oh, you always feel good around Mommy's cock, angel," San cooed. He lifted his hips and guided himself inside of you. You whined as he stretched you out. "So warm and so tight and so good," San groaned, his voice low and deep.

San thrusted into you, keeping you pinned under his body, arm securely holding your leg up, hooked under your knee. They were slow thrusts, San savoring all the sensations of being inside of you. "My sweet angel's hole is so good to Mommy."

You swallowed but found no moisture in your mouth. "Mommy," You whimpered.

"Do you need anything, Angel?" San asked, face eager for you to answer, absolutely tuned into you.

You shook your head, "Mommy is taking care of me."

"That's my good girl, that's my sweet angel," San cooed.

San continued to thrust into you, your wetness taking everything he had to give. His hips snapped with precision that had you gasping. "Take it all angel, take everything I have to give you. You're so good for Mommy, little one. Let me fuck your cute hole and you've only just woken up."

"I love you, Mommy," You whined, hands curling at San's collarbones. You wanted to grip something but didn't know what.

San snatched your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing them. "I love you too, angel. Are you close? Gonna come for, Mommy? I want to see your cute cum face."

You turned your face into your shoulder, flustered at San's words. "I don't have a cute cum face."

San turned your head back in his direction. He frowned down at you. "What are you talking about? I love your cumming face!"

"Mommy!" You shout in embarrassment.

San began to look pleased. "See, you're being cute right now."

Your hands buried themselves into the sheets below you, suddenly caught up with the pleasure that exploded in your abdomen. You came so strongly, it made your legs shake and drug out a loud moan from you. And when you came back to life after your climax had rushed through you, you realized your mistake: you had come without permission.

San buried himself deep into you, throwing his head back and practically growling lowly as he came inside of you. When he came down, he saw your look of surprise and laughed at you. He bent down and pecked your lips affectionately. "Was it good?"

"So good, Mommy, you always make me feel so good!" You cried out.

San flipped to his back and took you with him. Your leg was cast across his stomach and your chest was cradled on his shoulder. He loudly smacked another kiss to the crown of your head. 

"That's my good girl."

In your Mommy's eyes, you could do no wrong.

tag list: @hijirikaww @flowerboykun @kitten4sannie @starillusion13 @flurrys-creativity @stardragongalaxy @a-soft-hornytiny

↝Mommy Hongjoong ↝Mommy Yeosang

[larsons-shattered-eyeballs]

Part 48 live-blog lets GOOOOOOOO

Not even a minute in and Arthur’s already coughing up blood. Damn

“You need to rest” John you are speaking to a brick wall right now. Do you really think that Arthur Lester, a man who was an alcoholic during the prohibition, will listen to you?????

Five bucks says that suit of armour is haunted

OooooooOOh the codependency is CODEPENDING!!!!

WHO THAT IN THE BAAAAAAAAAAACK?????

ANOTHER ONE?????????

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE????????????

Ok so no one knows who the guy who invented them here is. Great! Totally not suspicious at all!🙂

I do not know if the places these people are from are real or not, and I do not care to know

A WEEK??????????

SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS MAN SOME BRONCO STOP I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS COUGHING NO MORE 😭😭😭😭

Why is a friar here?????

Y’all this shit be suspicioussss

A WITCH????? ANOTHER ONE????

Wait a damn minute. New music just dropped

US????????????

Why does stoic guy sound like the grand viser from the Order??????

SHE BLIND??????????

Well, it takes a blind person to know how to get past another blind person soooooooo

OH MY GOD CAN ARTHUR STOP DYING ALREADY?????

HOW ON GOD GREEN EARTH HAS IT ONLY BEEN TEN MINUTES??????

Oh no, the Frenchman😟

I DO NOT LIKE THE SOUND OF THOSE VIOLINS OH FUCK

Yeah we’re fucked

Oh so the lord is here

Oh Shit is the lord Kayne????

ANSWERS FOR WHAT?!??????

WHAT DO YOU MEAN???

Wait. The cracks? Like part 25: the cracks????

HOE WHAT TF DOES THE LORD SOUND LIKE ARTHUR??????????

Decorum??????

WHAT QUESTION???????????

Nah cuz why this kinda accurate of Arthur tho???

If I had a penny for every time I use a question mark in this, I would be able to pay for all of our therapy

……..is this a coven?

Oh finally we have a doctor here👏👏👏👏

I have a feeling that every one here except the friar is lying about their past….

OH MY GOD WE FOUND THE BLACK STONE🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

HOW??????

TOMORROW??????

Rip Barnobos, you lived a good life, now you must die

Arthur Lester: the man all religious men love

“And which god is that?” Arthur, what do you imply by that?

Damn what nvm what I just said, Arthur cannot pull every religious man; unfortunately

Arthur “Warren” Lester: Making clergymen question their faith since the 1200’s

Broski doing a persuasion check😭😭(it didn’t work)

Moyda time!!!!!!!!!

I thought for a second that the friar was gonna kill Arthur for a second there

Ohhh never mind he is

Finally!!!!! Arthur’s admitting that he isn’t good physically at ALL !!!!!

Well, who’s dying tonight?

FUCKING CULTIST AGAIN 😡😡😡😡

Somebody’s got to goooooo!

Oh Shit murder

MURDAH!!

“We’ve got to touch that body” okay that’s just freaky my guy

CLUEDO TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT THE STOIC DUDE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ten bucks says the Frenchman

Change that to 150

ITS THE FRENCHMAN I SWEAR

It defo wasn’t a suicide

Arthur detective mode: activated

Ooooooooh theft

It’s a very cultist thing to kill your brethren okay?

Oh okay so it’s either the friar, or the frenchman

DITCH THAT GODDAMN RING PLEASEEEEEE

STOP BEING SO STUPID AND GET RID OF THAT RING

Handy for what?

Barnobos is being susssssss

Yep it’s the frenchman

bro drunk words are sober thoughts, he’s telling the truth

Count on them? How?

Messy?? Wdym messy???

I’m scared tbh

Oh lord what happened?

How bloody is it

The religious imagery here is really something

Are we gonna get Arthur religious trauma in this arc????

No ring

Fuck

The Frenchmen is SUS

Bro anything can be used to slit a throat, do these people played cluedo.

DAMN BROS LEADING INTO THE STEREOTYPES NOIOOOOII

NAHHHH ARTHURS FUCKED

HAMILTON REFERENCE??????

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Ohhhhhh we snitchinggggggg

Can we sacrifice Barnobos now please

Detecting time!!!

Oh shit something about to go down

Lord Everon loredump let’s go!!

Ohhhhhh self disfigurement

Oh shit This be FUCKED

OH SHIT LANGUAD CAN FLOAT

“Worship” how

“Some of youse don’t even know the names of the entities you are worshipping” I do, his name is John

Damn, he really does not give a fuck

OH SHIT THE FRIAR IS GONNA GET THEIR ASSES

OH SO IT WAS BARNABOS

OH FUCK NAH

(Sorry if I completely butchered their name, I’m just going off audio alone for this)

[review-anon]

Opinions on the man, the myth, the legend, Jett Dawson?

//You want my opinion on him broski?

//Thoughts below the cut.

//Jett isn’t the first masked character we have had in Danganronpa but The Great Gozu was in Danganronpa 3 and it’s Danganronpa 3, and Okazaki isn’t a character I like all that much, especially with how she’s behaved in Chapter 3. So I didn’t have high hopes for Jett coming in, but I’m so glad he’s not a arsehole.

//Jett seems to be a very bro like character in which he wants to know you, hang out with you and be the life of the party, the fact he alongside Cassidy do the dreaded P word is everything. Also the reason he wears his helmet all the time is because an accident he was in messed up his face big time.

//Given how brutal drag racing accidents can be no wonder he was to wear one. He has an interesting relationship with Mark since they are completely polar opposite characters as Jett is an extreme extrovert whereas Mark is an introvert. I ammm getting slight Tenko/Himiko vibes with their relationship when Jett is trying to be friendly but he’s not realising that he’s intruding on his personal space.

//I do feel bad that his car batteries was used by Eva for the murder of Wolfgang as damn that’s not gonna help his self esteem knowing his showboating is what led to Wolfgang’s death and wonder how this will change him going forward.

//Really Jett is a feel good character and sadly that part of me keeps saying “Chapter 3 death” because again pattern recognition because he feels so much like a Ibuki like character and those characters don’t survive in a Killing Game.

[cheesemonky]

the queen's society

an overview of the universe of mark, david and all their other friends

head's up, this is a very chaotic story line and the amount of illegal activity that these guys discuss and do is unholy 😭

don't blame me, this is all with my friends' input, and this was created a long while back!!

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CHARACTERS :

DAVID:

he is (not so secretly) in love with his best friend

may or may not have a tiny weenie alchohol addiction

does drugs. and by drugs, i mean caffeine. which he gets from an old lady with dementia. and the caffeine in question is kopiko

dropped out of high school in year 11 because "the IB course is way too hard broski" (tbf it WAS difficult)

used to work at a club... not as a bartender...

met almost all his friends in some sort of sexual encounter. 'almost all' being the key words.

swears on his life that he once lived with 8 other people (he didnt, it was one night, and they were all drunk)

shares an apartment with mark, but mark pays the entire rent. like, david payed the first time, then mark moved in and paid for everything after that, including bills

is 25 but only just started uni because mark says he needs a proper job

MARK:

david is his best friend and love interest

aced high school and actually has his life together

rich ass surgeon but had a side job as a bartender for a while

he says he's only living with david because of david's tendencies, but there's definitely an ulterior motive...

his ex-girlfriend is his therapist, so there's tension there

has this weird thing where he gets kidnapped like, every other day, but somehow makes it out???

prefers wine to beer and makes that one 'ew' face when he sees david's cans and bottles laid all over the floor (which is all the time)

adding onto that, has to give constant reminders to get david to clean them out of the tv room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, etc. but they're never gone

KAMERON:

gets mistaken for a woman and has to explain that he wears thigh highs and heels solely because they're comfortable ("tf you mean 'heels are comfy'?")

went to high school with mark and david yet still can't handle either of them

no one knows what he does for work, but he's got a pretty good house and a decent car

closeted gay (the closet is made of glass)

visits david every other week to drink, game and get high

the only friend in the group that has never had any sort of romantic relationship

also pretty smart cos he likes to code

STANLEY

rascist asf and no one knows why he's still in the friend group

he's schizophrenic and insists his name is Andleeb (he has names for everyone else as well)

met mark at a convenience store after he tried to rob the cashier, and mark later bailed him out of jail

is dating his drug dealer (actual drugs this time)

finished high school but dropped out of uni

used to be a car mechanic but got fired after a multitude of cars broke down and the company was sued

pretty sporty, major cricket fan

CLYDE

makes and sells meth to most of his friends

tells people that his name is walter white

met david at a brothel an unholy place

went to school with harriet and jim

was never actually part of the main friend group, he was always just... there ig

he and david dated for a while but turns out he only needed david's basement for meth making so they broke up

is dating his client

CHARACTERS THAT AREN'T THAT INTERESTING BUT ARE IMPORTANT TO THE STORY:

Harriett

Jim

Greg

Rebecca

Elizabeth

Rashmi

@hanjiquokkaaa @jinnie-ret <3

[sergeantwoods]

im, uh. a little late. just a little. thats alright.

thanks @wild-ghoap for the tag! (alex also tagged me but uhh)

1.) how many works?

3 LOL (i have 10294737563528 wips that i refuse to finish)

2.) total word count?

math no bueno but uhh 14.7k (it'll be more in the future, trust 🙏 i just need to get those long fics done 😔)

3.) what fandoms do you write for?

.. cod? obviously????

4.) top 5 fics by kudos?

encore dance of death

i'll touch the sky for god to stop debating war

its you! (its me?)

5.) do you respond to comments?

tbh not rlly. mb guys 😰

6.) what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

out of the three fics i've written, two of which arent finished, and the other being crack, i have no idea

7.) fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

same as last

8.) do you get hate on fics?

too small lol

9.) do you write smut?

in any current fics? no. have i wrote it before? no. does that correspond with me being asexual? yes. am i going to? yes.

10.) craziest crossover?

dont have any crossover fics 🤷

11.) have you ever had a fic stolen?

i ??? i dont know ??

12.) have you ever had a fic translated?

^^^ i dont know 😭

13.) have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! currently two (???) ; one w @/smollestduck-sketches. that one is encore dance of death, and i really like it so far lmaoaoo

i also have i'll touch the sky for god to stop debating war, which i think counts? el said it counted, so i'll say it counted. chad soap for life !!

14.) all time favorite ship?

ghoap. those motherfuckers altered my entire brain chemistry in a way no other ship has.

15.) what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

dilf soap. no words. only spot and ducki know it

16.) what are your writing strengths?

dialogue (big fat ugly question mark.) ,, punctuation ,, and spelling 🫡

17.) what are your writing weaknesses?

not enough detail!! be more poetic, sarge!!

18.) thoughts on dialogue in another language?

sick broski

19.) first fandom you wrote in?

im going to have to say hunter x hunter. that was waaay back in my days (2 years ago) though, and on wattpad (eugh!) so i dont really..

20.) favorite fic you've written?

encore dance of death. the way me and ducki are doing the co-written thing is so fun so i mean like. ducki is also the kindest person ever and AAA so smart 🥰

i also really like ittsfgtsdw for the same reason as edod, its fun to communicate w people while writing hhh

this was fun!! thanks for the tag, el!! now my turn to tag people. you guys can join if u want, no pressure!! (if you were already tagged and you have laready done this, then erm. oops. ignore this u silly goose!!)

@smollestduck-sketches ,, @oshikiri-toru ,, @robiinurheart33

[claireandacat]

Bed rotting: ND kids did it first

Oh boy my first blog post!

A couple months ago I had the Kelly and Mark show on at the waiting room at the urgent care I used to work at. I worked the front desk so I had full view of what was going on before the company I worked at said we apparently need a license to play tv in a medical facility.

Mark and Kelly talked about a Gen Z trend called “bedrotting”. Idk about you but I thought they were going to talk about dying in bed or something.

Nope.

Bed rotting by no formal definition is basically spending time in your bed by choice. Some people doom scroll on their phones, some might watch Netflix and others might do face masks n stuff. I tend to do all of the above.

Gen Z is calling this a form of self care. Now, I’m 26 and was born in 1996. In the words of Brittney Broski “Those born 1994-1998, what are we really?” Which if that’s not the truth idk what is. Am I a millennial or Gen Z? Some charts say one or the other but I like the term Zillennial. So yes in a way I can relate to Gen Z.

I heard Kelly and Mark talk about how it’s a “trend” and as they rambled on about it I realized something.

I’ve been spending my weekends bed rotting since middle school. I would have people make fun of me for it. Like it’s the weekend, I’m a exhausted teenager that is people’d out from the school week and this is the time to rest and recharge. Neurodiverse kids have been bed rotting before it was a “trend”

I find it amazing that something I was picked on and given a hard time about by my peers is now trendy.

Well, I don’t know so much about trendy but they are finding the joy of just kicking back, relaxing and recharging. Even better we are calling it self care because let me tell you, in this fast paced culture we need a break and you can’t be your best when you’re running on a somewhat charged battery.

I work in healthcare as a front desk admin. I would see the patients first and help them get signed in and registered at the urgent care I used to work at. I was very often there alone checking people in, answering the phone, etc. Things would go from 0-100 at any minute. I once had FOUR emergent patients come in at once, thankfully only one of them was truly emergent. Although I’m trained as a medical office admin and have 8 years customer service, it would get though as a ND woman. So after work I basically would change into something comfortable and just browse away on my phone.

yeah that’s what I wanted to talk about today. Take care of yourselves y’all! Happy bed rotting!

[purpleplaid17]

Jess Watches // Sat 24 Feb // Day 152 & Sun 25 Feb // Day 153 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

Six Nations 2024 Round 3

Ireland (1) vs Wales (5)

This one didn't have my full attention tbh but I saw enough to know the final score didn't do Wales justice. They've been unlucky. And the broski was actually in Wales watching this one with friends in a local pub.

Scotland (4) vs England (3) (with friend)

Me, knowing my dad's walking past my room: Come on, Scotland! My dad: *silent, murder in his eyes* Me: *the girl in front of the burning house meme*

He told the broski I'm Scottish now and moaned about me never supporting England lmao.

France (2) vs Italy (6)

I wish I had watched this live but I only heard about that ending afterwards. The tension around that overtime penalty kick. Wow.

Severance (rw with mum) 1x02 Half Loop

The team train new hire Helly on macrodata refinement. Mark takes a day off to meet with a mysterious former colleague.

Helly: What even are these numbers? Like, do we even know what we’re supposedly cleaning? Dylan: My theory? The sea. Helly: The sea? Dylan: Yeah. Think about it. Okay, if our Outies are up there severing their brains, shit must have gotten pretty bad. Famine, plagues, et cetera. So what is a desperate humanity to do? Helly: Populate the sea? Dylan: Populate the sea. But first, they gotta send probes down to the sea to clean up all the deadly eels and shit, ’cause we can’t cohabitate with that. So, we send the probes down, they send us the data coded, we sense what’s eels, and then we tell the probes what to blow up. Helly: This is the leading theory? Dylan: Nah, Irv thinks we’re cutting swear words out of movies.

Merlin 2x02 The Once and Future Queen

Realising that his jousting opponents always let him win because he is the royal prince, Arthur pretends to leave court and enters the lists in disguise to win on merit. He stays with Guinevere, who tells him some home truths about his arrogance, and they kiss.

Gwen telling Arthur how rude and arrogant he is versus Merlin telling Gaius how he's expected to do so much on his own. Can someone please check on both of them and make sure they're ok. Maybe bring them some hot chocolate with the little marshmallows on top.

[lionews]

"Oooooo not a common thing that happens to me but still got on my nerves. I once sent an ad with the words “all cubs are free” in the giveaway chat. when i got a dm it was someone who said “can i have her please you said she was free” and the link they provided was an adult mutie. I responded with the words “Cubs. I said CUBS, she is not free” i love people who can’t read all they see is free and assume things "

Did that once, marked how all cubs labeled free were free, some dude got all up in arms because I wouldn't give em a high stat primal that was being sold, threatened to report me to the staff for lying. Like broski. I said cubs labelled free and that is not a cub labelled free.

.

[temporary-no-name]

Oh wowwie, your art is so cool what the freak, you're definitely going on my artists to commision lost broski (papaw won't let me spend money on people to commision, and neither will mama </3) when I can tho, mark my words/silly

Your art is very awesome though

oooo you wanna commission me so baddd ooouuh please give me moneyyy

[chi-chi0]

When the past comes back to destroy-Chapter 1

Vast acres of the land were covered, with a thick, deep sheet of Snow gleamed, as it blanketed the land. The winds were harsh, as it felt as if it were fighting you, trying to keep you out from whatever it was protecting. A duo of skeletons trud through the snow, leaving footprints in the snow, though they didn’t last long, as they were soon covered up by the Snow dropping from the sky. It was an odd sight, the smaller One Dream, Nicknamed the prince of Hope, wore an outfit of Gold and blue, whereas the much taller One Fresh, wore vibrant neon clothing, that seemed like they were rejected from the 90’s. Dream Covered his eyes in an effort to protect them from the Harsh Winds before he noticed something as his Eyes widened. “Fresh! I see someone, there’s a survivor!” He shouted out, quickly running up to them. Fresh following behind him, with some resistant because of the wind.

When the two had gotten there, they saw what seemed to be an unconscious Teenager, roughly sixteen to seventeen years old. Their appearance was odd. Half their hair was a deep Black, the other a light blonde color. They had pale skin, which seemed to have some scars near their fingers(which also had a ring on) and she wore clothes that certainly weren't fit for this weather. A thin gray tank top, with denim shorts and tights? (That had gotten wet from the snow) blood seemed to gush from there head, Like there body was rejecting it, it was like a thick, scarlet stream that had stained the ground, like red wine to a white dress.

Dream quickly, grabbed there arm (noting as it felt as cold as ice, and almost as pale as the snow she laid upon) checking there wrist, listening for a second. “There’s a pulse, it’s faint but it’s there. We need to get them some place safe” Dream stated, as he hoisted the girls arm around his shoulder. He seemed to struggle with this, it seemed like he found it hard to carry the basically dead weight. “Need help there broski?” Asked Fresh, Smilling. Dream nodded, and Fresh quickly took them off Dreams hands. ||The Parasite||, was able to carry the girl much easier then Dream could. The two paused as they heard, the girl began to make a noise, the looked over, Fresh’s hand tightening just in case they’d try anything. The Girl opened her eyes. A pair of question marks appeared on Fresh’s glasses, and ||if he had emotions he’d probably be surprised|| the iris were pitch black with White pupils. Dream looked over slightly confused. “Can humans have white pupils?” He asked The other Skeleton. Fresh shrugged, unsure. “No idea, my radical friend”

The girl lifted her head, causing the two to flinch. Why? They didn’t really know all too much (especially Fresh), perhaps it was because they didn’t expect it? After all they seemed to be on the edge of death, so they didn’t expect them to have any strength to do anything. “Da…Ne '' She mumbled a word, however the two could only hear the beginning and the ending of it, before she closed her eyes, looking as if she had once again gone to sleep. “Dane? I wonder who that is'' Dream muttered wondering who they had been talking about, was there possibly another survivor? Fresh wasn’t too sure the word was Dane However, he assumed it was another name they attempted to say. Though he was eighty percent sure it wasn’t Dane though.

The two managed to get a good distance away, from where they found the two coloured haired girl, before Dream took something out from his shirt. It appeared to be a string, with a sharp piece of gemstone attached to the end of it. It glowed brightly engulfing the trio, with a bright red light, before they disappeared. After a few seconds they reappeared in front of a house. Dreams Shivered. “I’m NEVER gonna get used to this thing” He muttered, looking at the “necklace” before he quickly put it on, hiding it under his shirt. “You can say that again Broski '' agreed Fresh, as he readjusted his grip on the girl, realizing they had been slipping. Realizing that they were, finally back at their base, he threw the girl over his shoulder roughly before kicking the door open. Entering the room. “FRESH! DON'T CARRY THEM LIKE THAT! THEY COULD GET MORE HURT!” Yelled Dream, as he ran after the skeleton.

Fresh ignored Dream, pretending not to hear him, as he threw the girl on the couch. The loud shouting caught multiple people’s attention, as they entered the living room. Some stayed, however most of them left realizing that it wasn’t anything generally important. “Who the funk is that? Why is funk a human here?! WILL YOU STOP FUNKING CENSORING ME?!” Growled Fell (Underfell Sans) before he kicked at something in the room, Trying to curse but was unable too thanks to Fresh’s ability to censor. Chuckling, Fresh leaned against the couch the girl slept on, pretending to be amused. “No one can do my radical Broski, And uhh-We don’t know! We just found the broseph!”

Sans paused(After hearing all the commotion, he had to come in to see what the heck was happening), chewing on his Phalanges, as his eyelights disappeared, leaving only pitch black sockets. He took his Phalanges out his mouth, wiping them on his shorts, lifting his skill to look at Fresh. “Please tell me you didn’t kidnap a teenager!”

“Nah Broski! You got it all wrong!We found the little Broseph over there basically dying and-”Fresh soon became distracted, causing the others to get annoyed.

Everyone paused looking at Fresh, it seemed they all thought it was in Fresh’s power to do something like this. Dream quickly dismissed this idea, waving his hands about. “No! We didn’t steal a kid! I promise! On our mission, to try and track down another shard, we found them, and well…That universe had already been infected by the time we got there” Admitted Dream, as he rubbed his arm up and down, feeling conflicted. He was guilty that he couldn’t have saved everyone, but at the same time he was glad he managed to get at least ONE person safe. He just wished he could have done more.

“Excuse me, i need to heal her” Dream excused himself, as he pushed past Fresh, and to the girl. Using his abilities to heal them, though it didn’t take a lot out of him, His knees buckled, as he had to take a seat. “There, hopefully now, they’ll be okay” He stated, his head leaning back against the soft chair.

“What the funk are we even going to do with them, when they wake up?” Asked Fell (who was still being affected, by Fresh’s censoring) Fell had asked, the question everyone was thinking. Fresh shrugged. “Maybe give em to one of your Toriels? Or maybe give em to our radical friend Core?” asked Fresh (Core, was referring to Core Frisk) it seemed he himself didn’t know what to do.

[nnight-dances]

BIG WORDS

pairings: huening kai x gn!reader

mentions of: txt's yeonjun, txt's beomgyu, nct's haechan, nct's mark, (g)-idle's yuqi

genre: fluff, angst, slightly suggestive at the end, humor if i may say so myself

trope: best friends to lovers! how cool and original ha!

what to expect: he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

author's note: reader is pansexual :) :) i gave up on doing an elaborate pride-themed series because i don't trust myself but i will try to release something for each member. and if you have any requests, do feel free to leave them!!

—

you wake up to your phone blowing up beside you. the buzzing of your phone startle you and you roll over to the side, picking up your phone with a groan, peeking at your phone through squinted eyes.

you sigh with recognition when your phone lights up with 10 unread messages from hyuka

hyuka: yo

hyuka: yo

hyuka: yo

hyuka: dude

hyuka: y/n…

hyuka: hulloooooooo

hyuka: y/n the loml my bestie my dear friendo

hyuka: wake up how much do u even sleep brooooo

hyuka: broski it’s important

hyuka: wow i cannot believe youuu……. stoppp ignoring meee

you groan again, cursing him in your head as you swipe your phone open.

hyuka: aha!! ur online

y/n: no shit bitch you spammed me like you were on fire or some shit

hyuka: i could’ve been on fire and u would sleep through it

y/n: happily

y/n: what the fuck do u want this early

hyuka: early?? it’s 12 pm but ok

hyuka: ok but but but i have a idea

y/n: an*

y/n: and stop having ideas

hyuka: ur gonna regret saying that

hyuka: bc i was gonna ask u to come shopping

hyuka: but ig not since u want me to stop having ideas

y/n: ….. you little shit

y/n: come pick me up in 30

hyuka: and why would i do that

y/n: because you love me <3 and you support me <3

hyuka: first i’m hearing of it 🤔

y/n: alright bye im going back to sleep if that’s what u want

hyuka: fINE BE READY BY 1!!!!!!

—

“i thought i told you i’d be here by one?” the feigned disbelief rings in hueningkai’s voice as he steps into your bedroom to find you crouched in front of your measly but functional dressing table.

“you said to be ready by one,” you mumble through gritted teeth as you focus on getting the stroke of your eyeliner right, “and that doesn’t mean you’d be here by then, so i took some more time.”

“ah, sorry, i forget how stupid you are sometimes,” hueningkai comments as he flips down on your bed. you sigh, finally satisfied with the winged eyeliner you’d been perfecting for the past five minutes.

“and i forget how shameless you are sometimes,” you retort, standing up with a huff, “barging into my house without even knocking? you’re worse than any toxic parent i’ve met.”

hueningkai greets with a sarcastically bright smile, sitting up and watching you as you put on your crocs with a pout. he laughs and you glare at him.

“’s funny how you put all that effort into your outfit only to top it off with your ugly crocs.”

you throw a handful of the tissues you used to clean up your failed eyeliner attempts at his face, “i’m going shopping without you, asshole. maybe i’ll get yeonjun, at least he understands fashion.”

“hmm, i’m gonna tell beomgyu-hyung you chose yeonjun-hyung as the fashion expert, and then we’ll talk.”

you flip hueningkai off, shoving him through the hallway of your living room, with shooing sounds. as you grab your car keys and exit the house, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the only full-length mirror at your place. a white loose-fitted shirt slightly tucked into the front of your denim shorts pair smoothly with your black crocs — you have no idea what hueningkai’s going on about, you think as you follow him with a smirk.

—

“ohhhh, how is this one?”

you stop in your tracks with a glower on your face, wondering why hueningkai is pointing the ugliest shade of green in your face.

“what?” he squeaks when he spots the look on your face, “i thought you liked green! i can’t keep up with you!”

you shake your head, “i love green, hyuka, but that—” you point a hesitatn finger at the not-green jumper in his hand, “that’s fucking devil vomit. i’m not wearing that even if you paid me real money to.”

“what if i treated you to frozen yogurt after this?”

you wordlessly snatch the atrocious piece of clothing from him, “i’m never going to buy it though so don’t even think about it.”

“don’t be so sure of yourself, y/n,” hueningkai grins at the sight of his chosen piece lying in your shopping bag and you sigh internally at how adorable it is of him to be so excited over having bribed you into simply trying on the jumper. the vision of his sheer happiness remains ingrained in your mind later, when you do put the thing on, and much to your surprise, you’re not knelt on the floor puking your insides out.

“how is this?” you deadpan with a dead look on your face as you open the door to find him already jumping up and down like an excited child at the sight of cotton candy. if only the jumper you’re wearing was the color of cotton candy, you’d consider justifying hueningkai’s taste in clothes.

“wow! wait, you actually look cute in this!”

“so you did think it was an ugly sweater?” you hit hueningkai’s arm and he bites his lip at having been caught. “fuck you. just for this, i get to choose what flavor of frozen yogurt you’re getting.” you turn around only to be spun back around.

hueningkai’s flushed face greets you and he looks down at the floor, “i’m- i’m serious! you look cu- this looks cute! seriously! i’m not pranking you right now?”

you choke over a laugh at his flustered state, both confused and half-flustered yourself. you would always have so many questions about this boy. but for now you settle your insides with a loving head-pat to hueningkai’s brown hair, “i believe you for some reason. i’m going to try the other stuff on.”

as you close the door behind you, hueningkai sighs into his hands, unable to understand what he was doing. he’s ready to melt into a nondescript muddle of emotions outside your trial room to recover but your voice calls out to him sooner than he expects.

“hey, hyuka?” his heart skips a beat at the hesitance in your tone, “um, fucking hell, i need some help here.”

hueningkai chokes over his words, “h-help? you- what, you can’t even wear clothes without my help now?” he laughs at his own unwise joke, ignoring the eye-roll of the hormonal pre-teen kid next to him.

“can you actually shut the fuck up for once and like, help me before i suffocate to death?”

hueningkai coughs, feeling his ears burn. he slightly opens the door to your trial room. “i can come in?” he mutters, heart in his throat. “yes! do you need me to write it on a fucking paper or something? come inside!!”

the boy beside him chuckles, and hueningkai glares at him, cursing him for still not having had hit puberty.

either way, he shimmies into the room, and the first thing he thinks when he looks at you is: god, he hates stupid clothes that get stuck around people’s limbs.

second, he thinks: fuck, you’re standing half-naked in front of him.

you look at him through the mirror in front of you, “hello? i’m literally being hung to death by a piece of clothing and you’re busy gaping at me? do i need to start crying before you—”

“alright, alright, i’m helping so please stop screaming at me,” he fumbles with the hem of the sweater, trying to figure out the ends of the tag that was obstructing the cloth. as hueningkai struggles with the intricacies of threads, you struggle with the feel of his fingers brushing against your skin, every other second.

“are you done yet?” your comment is meant to be frustrating but the way you say is saturated with nerves, your voice half-breaking halfway.

hueningkai chuckles, sending a flush of air against your back, making you shiver. “i’m trying!” he says, eliciting another less intense shiver from you.

“oh, wait, i get it now.. i think.”

it is now, after having sacrificed at least a majority of his working brain cells, that hueningkai notices that the sweater is a lovely shade of lavender and it fits you snugly, sitting cozily against your hip.

“oh, wow,” you voice his thoughts when you look at the mirror, “this sweater is fucking god-send.”

“i can’t believe you actually look nice right now,” hueningkai mutters. you roll your eyes at his classic back-handed compliment and turn around as he continues, “you know what is a god-send? me. your bestest friend who spent an hour trying to untangle this impossible thing.”

“so i take it you’re saying i should buy this, then?” you inquire, leaning on one leg, hands on your hips. hueningkai looks away, afraid to look at you for too long and shrugs, “i mean, it’s more decent than the rest of your closet so—”

“get out of here, hyuka.”

you sigh in relief when he leaves you alone, and feel a dull twinge at his lack of enthusiasm toward your outfit. it’s stupid, you know, to base how you feel about yourself on the basis of what someone else says but the most valid explanation you can give to that is hueningkai qualifies as something other than someone else.

put in his own words, he’s your ‘bestest’ friend. in your own words? he’s… annoying.

and just because he’s annoying and you can’t get it out of your head how annoying he is, you interrupt a perfectly peaceful, albeit far from civil, frozen yogurt debate to ask him a stupid question.

“who do you find attractive?”

hueningkai blanks out for a whole minute, comprehending that you, y/n, are asking him this, a question about who he’s attracted to. you try to hide your embarrassment by stirring around your yogurt, looking through the window.

“what? i’m curious because i’ve literally never heard you talk about being into someone.”

he shrugs as nonchalantly he can, “because i’m not into someone.”

“no, that’s not what i mean,” you nudge him again, “like, a stranger, you know? just a surface-level attraction is what i’m talking about?”

“are you seriously asking me what my type is right now?” hueningkai narrows his eyes, “what is this? a scheme to set me up with a friend of yours?”

your heart aches, wondering how much easier life would be if your ulterior motive was the simple, that easily revealed. “no! i’m just asking you! it’s not that deep, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

you go back to eating your respective yogurts in silence after that and you’re one minute away from banging your head against the wooden table in front of you.

“it really depends. i can’t explain it that well honestly,” he says suddenly. you look up, brows raised. “it’s hard to find someone who has all the things.. you know?”

“and the same features look so different on everyone?” he points at you, “like you have short hair, right?” you’re glitching the minute he brings you up but you nod affirmatively because of course, you’re aware that you have short hair.

“but even yuqi has short hair but she looks completely different to you,” you already don’t like where he’s going with this, but you know you’re gonna sit through the suffering anyway, “she’s very loud and like, out there? yours is much more subtle.”

what does that even mean?

“ha,” you jump up in realization that you’ve said this out loud and hueningkai fumbles, “i have no idea either, it’s just… there isn’t a blueprint. you know like both yeonjun-hyung and beomgyu-hyung have had mullets but gyu-hyung looked more androgynous and ethereal.”

“what i’m hearing right now is that you have a hair fetish?”

“i hate it when i’m being vulnerable with you and you make me a pervert, y/n.”

you chuckle, stuffing another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“what about you?” hueningkai asks, almost accusingly, “what’s attractive to you?”

“i hate it when people ask me my own questions, so fuck you,” you flip him off, “also, i’m attracted to people’s personality more.”

“yes, yes, i’m aware. you told me you need to get to know people properly before you can be into them?” you nod, “so then, what quality makes you be into someone?”

you sigh, “come on, this isn’t a fair question! personality isn’t like appearance! i can’t just say that my type is beomgyu in a mullet and get away with it like you!”

“hey, i never said that my type was— that’s! that’s besides the point! i’m, for example, i like funny in a person-”

“you mean a sense of humor?”

hueningkai glowers at you, “just give me something here, y/n, you’ve made me spill my beans, now you tell me at least one thing.”

“fine! god, let me think,” you mumble. a few minutes later, you shrug, “i guess.. affectionate people are.. i have a soft spot for them?”

“that’s a bad answer, who isn’t affectionate in this era? what are we all, a bunch of tsunderes?”

“i’m leaving before you give me any more trauma, hyuka.”

—

at this point, it is clear to everyone and their mother that you have a joking as a coping mechanism problem which makes the fact that you joke around hueningkai natural. of course, there comes a time in your life where you find yourself alone in your bed, unable to asleep and unable to stop yourself from doing the one thing you’ve managed to avoid pretty well: thinking.

thinking leads to thinking about hyuka which leads to thinking about your conversation with him and how yuqi is loud and out there while you’re designated a lonesome word like subtle. it doesn’t help to know that yuqi gets along so well with hyuka, despite having met him fairly recently. and you see no reason for them to not be so close, honestly. both of them are crazy, to say the least. loud, hilarious, easy-going. they could spend hours cracking jokes and laughing at them. you could sit in the same room as them and go completed unnoticed.

you sit up with a groan. you hate being like this, you do. so bitter towards people just because you’re stupidly into hyuka. god, you groan again, in realization of the fact that you’re stuck in a cliche: helplessly in a one-sided love with your best friend. you didn’t just have the second-lead syndrome, you are the second lead. you’d just watch from beside hyuka as he falls in love with someone like yuqi, words Loud! and Out There! embellished around her head.

and you’re right about the fact that you’re inside of a cliche. you’re wrong about which cliche it is.

because around the same time as you, hueningkai is whining into beomgyu’s arm about how much he hates himself for saying what he’s said to you.

“they hate me for sure! they think i have fucking hair fetish!”

“you know, huening, if you’re actually secretly in love with me instead of y/n, you could just tell me.”

beomgyu’s grin doesn’t shrink even at the sight of yeonjun’s disgusted grimace as he pulls hueningkai off him and pats his back.

“kai, calm down, my man. they said they like affectionate people, right? that’s basically you!”

hueningkai shakes his head, “no, y/n’s definition of affectionate is very different. you won’t get it. i probably qualify as clingy.”

beomgyu shakes his head behind hueningkai, “you sound insane right now, i’m sorry. i can’t take it, i’m just going to text them—”

“NO! YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!”

—

the next time hueningkai sees you, you have red hair.

at first, he doesn’t even realize it’s you. he’s too busy looking around the room for you that when beomgyu screams, “y/n, you’re fucking crazy!!!!!” he squeals in surprise. when he turns to look at you, he expects you to just be drunk or in the middle of a wrestling match with yuqi but no.

“y-you have red hair?” he stumbles his step at the sight because he’s the one going crazy right now. what does one do when their crush dyes their hair out of the blue? or should he say, out of the red? (sorry not sorry for the bad joke. he’s down bad for you.)

his comment is drowned out by the choruses of wowing and screams around him as yeonjun and beomgyu jump around you excitedly, playing with the freshly red strands of your hair. most of the conversation is unintelligible as is to be expected but a part of it stands out.

“oh my god, why suddenly?”

you shrug, “i was just bored with my hair. it was too… subtle.”

you know what you’re doing, being overtly obvious about your motives but thanks to everyone’s enthusiastic reactions (and hueningkai’s unenthusiastic reaction), it is easy to disappear from his sights after that comment.

the rest of haechan’s game night is spent with a bunch of people rushing at you all at once, marveling at the change and catching up with you, the latter thanks to your absence at last month’s game night.

“i really missed you last month, you know!” mark jokes, poking your shoulder, “there’s nobody else who gets the hype of connect four like you!”

you laugh, “i apologize for abandoning you, my dude. i was burnt out after finals week so i just slept that whole weekend away.”

“ah, understandable. you’re forgiven in that case,” he mumbles, patting your head, and hueningkai suddenly appears at your side. though his signature goofy grin is plastered to his face, he seems stiff. you notice it right away and dread fills you, and then guilt. you’ve been ignoring him the entire night and he’s run out of patience. god, you hate life.

“you know what, we should play now!” mark exclaims, catching a glimpse of the uncharacteristic tension between the two of you. “all three of us, connect four. what say you?”

you freeze, and look around the room for an excuse. “um, actually, i was just going to go find the bathroom. you two should carry on.” mark stares at you warily before cracking a tight smile, “sure, y/n, you go do your business. we’ll be here.” he waves at you, watching you leave.

“or, i guess i’ll be here, all alone,” he corrects when hueningkai takes off right after you.

“wait, y/n.”

you would rather not. you keep speed-walking toward the bathroom, hating every step of the way.

“what-?” hueningkai takes hold of your shoulders, fixing you in place as he blocks your way to the bathroom. “hyuka, i’m literally about to pee my pants right now. so please unhand me now.”

he laughs, “i don't care if you're about to pee your pants. you’ve done it before. what you haven’t done before is avoid me.”

“avoid you?” your voice breaks because your body is never on your side, “what? i try listen to my liver's needs and suddenly i’m avoiding you-”

“i heard what you said, you know. about your hair.”

“my hair?” you mumble, and though you know what he’s referring to, you ask him, “do you like it?”

hueningkai feels the weight of the question uneasily, as if you’re not the y/n he’s known for more than just the length of his entire life, but rather as if this is a y/n he’s just met at a stranger’s party.

“i’m- i, yes, it’s nice. it looks natural. like you were born with red hair.”

the amused look on your face falls at his comment and you truly want to strangle hueningkai in that moment. you don’t.

instead, you shrug his hands off of you and rush into the bathroom, nails pressed up painfully against the skin of your palm.

“hey, y/n! what- i’m not done- hey, what’s wrong?”

hueningkai has followed you into the bathroom where it’s so much more silent and you want to go back outside. another one of those moments where your thoughts hit you hard. hard enough for you to say them out loud.

“of all the things you could say, hyuka! of all the things you could’ve said about me and my stupid fucking hair! first, it’s subtle. and now it’s, what? natural? honestly, just-” you stop when you realize you’re tearing up, “just, can you go right now? i’ll talk to you later.”

“what do you mean? i’m- did i say something wrong? i- i don’t get it.” hueningkai is truly stumped at your outburst. all along he’d been worrying about if he was being too obvious about his feelings about you. now he fears he’s not been obvious enough. (no shit, sherlock.)

you’re silent and fuming. breathing. “i don’t understand, is this about the other day? i didn’t mean anything bad-”

“but that’s just it, hyuka,” you’re not mad now. just heartbroken. “look, i didn’t think i was this far gone but i guess i am. and you’re still so fucking dense, dude. i’m in love with you but i can’t tell you that without crying like this because i’m your stupid best friend and- and just, ugh, just leave me alone right now and i’ll apologize later. please.”

hueningkai’s breath hitches, mind in chaos as he processes your words. it’s only when your hands push him toward the door of the bathroom that he springs into action.

“y/n! what the fuck is wrong with you?”

the words come out without the context of the 19 years’ worth of love he’s harbored for you so now you’re just crying harder.

“wait, no! no! i mean, i’m in love with you. i love you more than you could imagine, you literal dumbass. and you’re dense for not getting anything right. subtle? natural? have you ever heard me using big words like that for anyone else? i love you, y/n, because you’re you and that’s that. fuck you for not interpreting my words correctly.”

“what?” you choke out, wiping your tears, “you’re- but? wait, but?”

hueningkai pulls you into a hug and now it’s just adrenaline speaking for him, “i’m in love with you, y/n. in. love. with. you. with you! in love! i love you! love, not platonically, but romantically! as in i’m into you. more than friends. more than best friends and definitely, more than bestest friends—”

“okay, okay!” you shout hoarsely, pulling him closer, “i think i get it now.”

he pulls away, “you think you get it? i’m in love with—”

“i get it! you love me!” with that, you’re pressing closer to him, lips touching his cheek. “i love you.”

“can you do that again? i don’t think i get it, honestly.”

you roll your eyes but he leans in closer, lips a breath away from yours. his ears are red now and he’s back to being shy. you chuckle, your hands taking his face in them delicately and you kiss him fully on the lips.

“thank god that finally happened,” a voice from outside speaks up. you jump up and hueningkai throws the door open.

“what the fuck, beomgyu? get out of here!!”

—

“you know,” you whisper into the skin of hueningkai’s neck later that night, “you have used bigger words.”

honestly speaking it takes hueningkai a minute to recover from your incessant kissing to understand what you’re saying. “what?”

“you literally called beomgyu ethereal! that’s a really big word, even for me!”

hueningkai pulls you back into him, lips finding yours, “i’m sorry but i’m always going to love beomgyu-hyung more than you, babe.”

you shiver at how low his voice his gotten, and kiss him back, “mhm, the feeling’s mutual then.”

it’s only when the two of you are panting after nearly an hour in the darkness that your words come back to him. he pulls at your arm, “hey, what do you mean, the feeling’s mutual?!”

—

[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."

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Can you do some fluffy time with Fresh 🥺? Have a good day

Enigma (Fresh Sans X Reader) Requested

Thank you Anon! And I’ll admit, I had to do research for this boi. Thank you to @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut for allowing me to use their version of Fresh! And all the words Fresh uses is gender neutral. 

Fresh has always been an enigma to you. So cool and hip yet not actually seeming to actually… enjoy doing it? You weren’t sure but he’s always been around whenever you’ve been down so there’s that. 

You stared at your phone, debating on calling or texting him to come over for cuddles. You weren’t sad or anything, just a tad touch starved. You weren’t sure of how he would react to your simple request, he’s usually chill with anything. Head pats, hand holding, hugs, you name it. 

But for some odd reason, you felt anxious to ask this simple request. With a sigh, you turn off your phone and decide to see if cuddling a stuffed animal would work. 

“Yo, you look anxious. What’s on your mind my brosif?” You yelp and fall off the couch, blinking in surprise when you see Fresh looking down at you with a smile, his glasses spelling “U gud?” You huff and sit up.

“Fresh, I thought I asked you not to do that,” You chided, he shrugs.

“Felt something was off with ya and though I’d pop on by to see how my homie was doing,” He explained, oh right, he could do that. 

“I’m fine, just considering something,”

“That considering is making you anxious broski,” He stated the obvious, He helps you back onto the couch and places a hand on your shoulder.

“What’s up my dude?” He asks, you stare at his glasses and sigh. Might as well just say it.

“Can we… cuddle?” His glasses showed a lot of question marks.

“That’s it?” He asks, quite confused.

“I thought you wouldn’t be okay with it,” His glasses read “bruh,”

“What made you think I wouldn’t be okay with it?” . . . Oh. Well now you feel dumb for letting something this stupid get out of hand. Fresh gently takes your hand and sits on the couch next to you. He gently pulls you to him and wraps his arms around you. You sigh in content, forgetting about the anxiety that plagued your mind. Fresh just smiles down at you, seemingly chill with cuddling his homie. 

He’s an enigma, but he’s also your friend who’s willing to cuddle you whenever you need it.

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