Dude Literally Was Like

Dude literally was like…

sidenote: …people do change, so it’s like..dang, what can you do except move on 🤷🏻‍♀️

sugar and salt: the game of trust ;; lmk

pairing: mark lee x fem! reader genre: dystopian, sci-fi, survival ; action, angst wc: 12k (12.941) warnings: mentions of death and near-death experiences, gore, the criminal law works differently in this universe because i simply said so! a/n: this story is very briefly inspired by squid game and the hunger games! also thank you to izzy @decembermoonskz and nur @y0imyas for the advice with the banner haha ily taglist: @ontothe–next​

THIS FIC IS A PART OF THE GAME OF SURVIVAL COLLAB HOSTED BY TOFFEE @neo-shitty ! thank you for hosting this collab, I had a lot of fun with this <3

in a game of trust, you and mark lee compete for 1 million dollars- just the right amount of money that could solve all of your problems. the rules of the game are simple: after completing three challenges, all carefully crafted to test your trust with your partner, the team that trusts each other completely, wins. you think you’ve got it all under your control and there’s no way you and mark aren’t the best candidates, however, you find out you’ve been wrong. because you know what they say– don’t trust everything you see. even salt looks like sugar.

Staring out the window, seeing nothing but a dark cast of shadows of the night behind the glass, your body jolts up and down in the seat so smoothly you almost think the bus is not moving on the road, but is rather levitating along the street. The whole setting looks almost futuristic– you’ve never seen anything like it. 

The bus seeps into your senses in a dark blue color, pearl-white seats settled one after another on the blue floor, pairs of people sitting in every single one, not one seat left empty and vacant. Everyone’s wearing dark-blue jumpsuits with a golden logo embroidered onto the right chest pocket, four words burning into your eyes with a sense of strange uncertainty. The game of trust; gold on blue, almost royal-like combination decorating your uniform, much like everyone else’s in here. It gives the whole process a deep sense of solidarity. You’re all on the same level here. It doesn’t matter what background you come from. Nobody ever asked, after all.

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i remember reading these back in 2020, and they were all equally as amazing as the next. Loved, that they were individual pieces for different members too.

[side note : Some of the writers are no longer there ]

[colours masterlist]

it really hasn’t been your day. there was just one problem after the other being pilled on you- and not to mention the fact that they were fresh out your favorite type of iced latte in the cafe.  

fantastic.

a sigh left your lips as you turned around the corner of the bathroom and walked face first into someone.

smack!

you stumbled back and then felt something wet on your clothes. great.

“i..i’m so sorry about that.”  a lady’s voice caught you off guard as she quickly tried to clean up the situation.  she reached forward and grabbed your hands. a bit weirded out by the situation you tried to pull you hands away but she didn’t let go.

“let me make it up to you.” the lady said. “here, pick a colour and you’ll meet your soulmate. however, you should be aware that each colour represents a different reality and you have once chance to bring them back to this reality”

“really?”  you asked - clearly suspicious of the entire situation.

“yes, now which would would you choose?” she asked as she held out the tablet for you to pick a colour. you tilted your head to the side before just agreeing.  you had nothing left to loose right?  

you reached forward and choose;

 ✘ beige

@moondustaeil​ 

✘ black 

 @neo-cult-ure 

✘ fushia

@whereisten 

✘ honey

@younghos-ardor​

✘ lilac

@markeu-lii 

✘ mint green 

@starxblossom

✘ pink

@127vevo​

✘ red

@neocultvretechs​

✘ silver 

@127-mile​

✘ teal  

@jaextapose​

✘ wine

@jupitersmark 

✘ yellow

@afishcalledfatin​

All these fics are protected under this. they belong to their respective writers.

note: all stories will be uploaded on June 10th, however due to circumstances teal has been uploaded earlier. In addition I got permission from sky ! And @lady-bakuhoe (who I’m tagging cuz the former deleted her tumblr :( rip ) to do this concept as a collab.

looking for an endearingly cute & clumsy adaptation of eric as spiderman?

this is the one 🥰

Spiderman!Eric

genre: spiderman!au, friends-to-lovers!au (fluff) 

pairing/s: Eric / Fem reader (ft Stray Kids Felix) 

word count: 5k+

tw: mild violence like fighting yall know the drill hes spiderman 

Felix  12:33am - call me - 12:33am - srsly call me now i gotta show u smth -

You picked up the (incessantly) ringing device, wondering who it was yet already knowing who it was going to be.

Seeing Felix’s caller id show up on your phone screen, you sighed, swiping the call to answer it anyway, putting it at a rather ugly angle on your pillow since it was Felix, after all.

“Why are you video calling, did you press the wrong button again?” you murmured, lazily leaning on your pillow as you talked. Felix looked as if he was in some sort of living room, and that framed geodude puzzle hanging on the wall behind him was beginning to look just too familiar.

Almost as if hearing your thought process, the blonde haired boy turned his head, shouting a loud, “Eric! Come here, dude!” Making you shoot up quickly, a hand flying to your head from the throb you got after getting up too fast.

Angling your phone so you looked a little more presentable, your breath hitched when you saw Eric come into your view, with a small towel draped over his head.

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have fun nonnon😂😂😂

[all scenarios aren’t specifically explicit, however they are suggestive so dni if uncomfortable]

18+ / mdi

a member finding your nudes - maknae line

95 line, 96 line, 97 line, maknae line

wc: 1726

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seungkwan -

seungkwan always had a soft spot for vernon. his very stoic friend, more often than not, was unfazed by things that would usually get a reaction out of most people. this was something seungkwan couldn't relate to, being the stark opposite and constantly pulling out the dramatics whenever he could. despite their very distinct personalities, they were very close. vernon would always trust seungkwan with everything, and seungkwan was happy to say that the feeling was mutual.

it was not an uncommon occurrence for seungkwan to find vernon playing around with his phone while he was distracted. the younger member had a habit of misplacing his, or just plainly forgetting to bring it along, meaning that he'd often either ask kwan for his or simply pick it up whenever he wasn't using it. vernon wouldn't snoop. seungkwan knew this, and trusted his brother with his phone, just like he did with anything else.

vernon liked to listen to music whenever things quieted down in his usually hectic schedule. having forgotten his phone, he picked up seungkwan's without thinking, plugging in his wired earbuds and putting on an album he had been into those days. he went on like this for a bit, sitting back on one of the waiting rooms while he waited for the day to move forward. it was calm for once. until seungkwan's phone began to chime every few moments, continuously interrupting vernon's music. okay, its not like he could complain. this wasn't his phone. which is why all he meant to do was mute whoever was messaging his friend. except that's not what he did.

it must've been two? three? eight? minutes that vernon sat there, phone in hand as he stared in shock at the erotic view on the screen. it was you. you were messaging his friend incessantly. the content of the messages had caught his attention, making him stop on his tracks and just. stare. you were wearing a cute set. adorable, really. he knew seungkwan liked adorable things, but the contrast here was laughable. you did not look adorable. you looked a way that had vernon biting his lip, feeling guilt at the way he was looking at his friend's pretty girlfriend. but he just couldn't stop looking.

with vernon's lack of awareness of his surroundings (the music playing in his ears did not help), it was only a matter of time until his friend returned and wondered where his phone had gone. seungkwan walked towards his friend, spotting his phone in his hands, planning to ask for it back since he needed to call you to let you know he'd be heading home in a bit. something stopped him though. as he walked in vernon's direction he noticed a strange look on his friend's face. his usually unfazed friend seemed to be .. fazed by what he was looking at. this peaked seungkwan's interest, seeing as that was his phone he was looking at. he never would've predicted what he'd find as soon as he reached his unsuspecting friend and peeked a look at the screen.

'W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY PHONE?!' okay, yelling maybe wasnt the best idea, but seungkwan was seungkwan, which meant the dramatics were necessary.

Vernon spluttered, remembering where he was, who he was, who he was with, the newfound weight inside his pants, and looked up at his friend with widened eyes.

'i-shit. kwan, i-'

'y-you're sick! don't look at her like that! you degenerate!' with this, he snatched the phone and marched away, muttering something about 'never pick up my phone again!'

vernon sat there, heavy breathing at the scene he bad just been a part of, now with a new view of you in his mind. seungkwan would get over this in a few hours, but vernon would remember what he saw under your clothes for a long time.

vernon -

vernon had no concept of paying attention to his surroundings. anyone could attest to this. the amount of times people tried to call his attention while he was listening to music or was simply just in his own world were endless. breaking him out of whichever trance he was under during these instances proved to be difficult at times.

today was one of those times. vernon was in his own world once again, listening to music on his phone while he stared off into the scenery while he and his members recorded yet another season of in the soop. many members walked by him, bidding their greetings to him but none succeeding at receiving a response.

joshua eventually came across him as he walked by the river, spotting his friend as he sat on a bench, staring at the view in front of him. he knew he wouldn't pay him any mind, so he decided to sit next to him and join him in enjoying the serenity of the scene. they acknowledged each other with a hum, with joshua not wanting to interrupt vernon's peace. they sat in silence for a few minutes until joshua grew bored and picked up vernon's phone, which was sitting between the both. vernon either did not notice or did not mind joshua's meddling with his phone. this was usual among the members anyways; grabbing each other's things without much of a bother.

he fiddled with vernon's phone for a while as his friend kept staring blankly into the river, listening to his music. he checked instagram, weverse, and even twitter before he lost interest. he was about to text dokyeom from vernon's phone, asking him to come hang out, when he noticed that vernon had left one of his conversations open. the one with you.

now, joshua was not a nosy person. quite the opposite actually. but as he stared at the opened text messages, he couldnt help but read what was on screen.

from: vernon

baby ... miss u so fucking much :(

from: baby 🤕

should've taken me with u to the woods then 😡

from: vernon

wouldve stolen u away if i could

miss holding u

from: baby 🤕

anything else u miss nonnie ?

from: vernon

baby ... dont do this rn .. im in the middle of the woods surrounded by staff all week ..

from: baby 🤕

oh so u dont wanna see this ? :c

*image attachment*

from: vernon

fuck

baby ..

ur so fucking pretty

more

please

ill call u tonight i promise

wear that tonight please

thats when the message thread had ended; on an agreement between you and vernon to have phone sex that night, joshua assumed. he was glad to have skipped out on sharing rooms with vernon this time around. he completely dismissed the images he saw, not wanting to open that can of worms. the thought still didnt prevent him from blatantly staring at them, however. he might've stared too loudly, since his lack of movement suddenly alerted vernon of what exactly joshua was looking at on his phone.

'd-dude what the hell?!' he snatched the phone away, turning off his music in the process, 'is that what you've been doing this whole time?!'

'i- it was open, man. sorry.'

'get your own girlfriend!' exasperated, vernon got up and began to walk away, only to hear joshua call out one last time to him.

'have fun tonight, hansol!' god knew joshua wished he could say the same for himself.

chan -

seungcheol pretty much had free reign around his younger members. they'd sometimes tease and bully him, but he knew that with one quick look from him they'd all back off, intimidated by his hard demeanor. if he gave an order, it pretty much went followed without much complaint. fortunately for the rest of the members, seungcheol was a reasonable man, not using this power unless absolutely necessary.

today chan had decided to go live. it had been a while and he wanted to interact with carats one-on-one. he hadnt predicted however, that his eldest brother would arrive, using an iron fist to demand to be featured on the live, claiming he was bored in his hotel room and had planned on going live too until chan rushed to do it first. now he found himself sitting next to seungcheol in his hotel room, facing the camera as they read comments. in the meantime, chan's own phone, located on the table, would not stop vibrating, occasionally disrupting seungcheol mid speech. had be been alone, he wouldve simply ignored it and waited for the live to be over, but sadly that was not the case.

'guys, please don't call us while we're on live. it's scary!', the elder whined lightheartedly, assuming the vibrations were due to yet another fan figuring out their numbers and calling mid live.

'oh, it's not- uh, it must be staff', replied chan, having taken a peek at the notifications, knowing they were from you.

'oh. let me see', he snatched the phone before chan could say anything, knowing any sudden moves from him were being watched on live for millions of fans.

he watched his friend swipe up, meddling in his phone. he tried to stop him in the subtlest way he could, making a joke of seungcheol being nosy, but was only met by his dismissal as he laughed at chan's protests.

it all remained lighthearted until seungcheol opened the notifications. his smile dropped at seeing your messages, swallowing as his breath caught in his throat. he quickly recovered, putting a smile back on his face, remembering he was on live. but his eyes wouldnt leave the screen. it wasnt until a few seconds later that he began to try and salvage the situation.

'oh guys, it's uh, it's staff. theyre saying we should end it now. we have something to do,' before chan could really say a proper goodbye, seungcheol bid his farewell and tapped the 'end' button on screen.

chan hadn't known what to say at knowing his leader had seen what he could only assume to be a very naked you while on stream. seungcheol didn't seem to either.

for the first time in his life, seungcheol felt fear at receiving a scolding from his youngest member, sensing the frustration radiating from beside him.

a/n: thank u to anyone who read and liked this tiny lil series of reactions <3

tipsy kisses just for him 🥰

kiss me if you can | e.s

#pairing: eric sohn x female reader #summary: in which you’ve given most of your friends a tipsy kiss except for eric, who has a massive crush on you that you’ve never noticed. when he points out this injustice, you’re happy to offer him a kiss too. #genre: friends to lovers, fluff, romance #warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of being drunk/tipsy, kissing/making out, a little bit of swearing #word count: 4.8k #note: this story is inspired by the title of one of the boyz’s song kiss me if you can but it is not at all based on the lyrics or vibe lol it’s much more light hearted #masterlist

Back to school season meant that you had to return to the monotonous, draining routine of studying every day so you didn’t get behind on your assignments. At least you got to let loose at the numerous parties that your friends were known for throwing. This week, Juyeon was hosting a blow-out to celebrate the first month of the academic year being over at his and Eric’s shared apartment. These parties were different from the parties you went to over the summer, where everyone was scantily dressed to fend off the heat and you drank as much as you wanted to, since you didn’t have to worry about classes the next day.

Most of your friends were tipsy at most, and some of them were completely sober since they had early morning classes to get to. You, Kevin, Changmin, and Younghoon were not amongst these sober people. “I need another drink,” Kevin told you, struggling to get up from the plush sofa he had sunken into half an hour ago. 

You laughed at his languid mannerisms, holding your empty cup out to him. All that was left of your drink was a shallow pool of melted ice cubes, the condensation on the outside of the cup cooling against your fingertips. “Me too, please,” you chirped, stretching your arm in the air. Kevin plucked the cup from your grasp and shimmied along to the music as he walked to the kitchen. 

Eric, who had been observing your whole interaction, grinned. “I thought you said you weren’t going to get hammered tonight,” he recalled, raising an eyebrow to challenge you. In your tipsy state, you took the time to shamelessly check your friend out. 

 Taking note of your gaze, Eric blushed.

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another golden gem

i remember reading this, and feeling such an influx of emotions 😭 the chemistry between each and all the characters was great. how each one was thoughtfully created to add to the heart-wrenching plot 😭💖

109 Steps To You

this is a part of the “almost” collaboration hosted by @hyucksie​

Pairing: Haechan x Reader Genre: romance, fluff, angst, mature content, soulmate!AU, college!AU Length: 19k Summary: Everyone is born with two marks on their body: one that is identical to your soulmate’s, and one that is identical to the person who will cause you immense pain. No one knows which mark means what until they live out their life and meet the people destined to bring them love and hurt. However, you were only born with one mark. Out of all the places you thought you would meet the person with the mark identical to yours, you never thought it would be on your first day of college. Warnings/Details: female reader, mentions of other nct members (and yuqi from g-idle), explicit sex (unprotected + the consequences that come with it), mentions of a dysfunctional family, swearing

— read epilogue here

a/n: if you’re a minor: beware! there is explicit and mature content in this fic.

“I want to thank you guys, again, for helping me out today.” You shyly announce to the table, swirling your spoon through your froyo and glancing back and forth between the other people sitting before you.

“Oh, it’s no problem, we weren’t doing anything today anyway.” Xiaojun softly knocks his elbow into yours, sending a reassuring smile your way. If it wasn’t for Xiaojun, an old childhood friend, you weren’t sure how moving into your dorm room and getting settled into campus would’ve gone; you would probably still be a mess right now.

“He’s right. Plus, I really wanted to meet the girl Jun kept raving about, he wouldn’t stop talking about how much we would like you-” Mark’s comment is quickly cut off, a thud under the table and a pained look on Mark’s face giving away that Xiaojun just kicked him.

“I just hope I lived up to the hype.” You laugh at their antics.

“Oh, definitely,” Yuqi quickly buts in before Mark can retaliate back at Xiaojun, “And I live a few floors below you, so just let me know if you need anything at all.” She adds on, her warm deposition and all around friendliness from today making you let out a small sigh of relief, some stress falling off your shoulders when you realize just how many people around you are here to help you out.

“I appreciate it so much, really.” You lean away from Xiaojun and Mark, closer to Yuqi and Lucas who are sitting on the other side of the table, “By the way, I love your guys’ marks. They look so good on both of you.”

At your comment, Lucas puts down his phone and gently grabs Yuqi’s hand, their matching chamomile flower marks touching as their fingers intertwine. You almost didn’t notice their matching marks earlier today when they were helping you set up your dorm room, but when you did, you couldn’t help but stop what you were doing and stare at their hands. Such a simple mark has never looked so pretty to you, maybe it’s because Lucas and Yuqi made such a good pair that their fated marks looked so right for them.

“I still wish I got a cool dragon mark down my back, but I’ll let Jun be the one to deal with that in this life.” Lucas smirks at Xiaojun, who just rolls his eyes at Lucas’ fake jealousy. “Yours looks good, too.” He finishes and glances down at your left hand. There, a dragonfly mark stains your skin, the long tail trailing over your thumb and the wings spreading out over the back of your hand and your wrist.

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