#<- can’t decide if his name should be Raindrop or Blueberry

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Here tumblr take a couple OCs I’ve been developing

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Gustatory Synesthesia

Challenge 03: Taste Genre: Fluff/ PG Character: Mark  Plot: You and Mark spend a lazy afternoon together as you try to explain gustatory synesthesia to him. [Masterlist] -  You sat on your bed, leaning against the bedframe as you reread your favorite romance novel while Mark laid beside you, scrolling through his phone. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you and Mark had been in bed since the morning. You guys hadn’t even exchanged more than a “good morning” before doing your own thing. But glancing down at Mark who was curled up on his side like a cat, you knew you wouldn’t have wanted anything else but this. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You sigh in content as you put your head down, admiring the smile on his face as he stared at something (probably the latest meme Bambam sent him). Putting your book to the side, you slide back down next to Mark, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked up at his phone screen curiously. He snuggled closer to you naturally, giving you a better view of his phone. Just as you had guessed, he was laughing at a meme Bambam had tweeted to him. He put his phone down and looked at you lovingly. “How was your book?” You smile. “Tasty.” Mark chuckled. “I still can’t wrap my head around this concept of yours.” You make a face, hitting his chest softly. “It’s not a concept, Mark! It’s a real thing.” He chuckled, nuzzling into your neck playfully. You forgive him easily. “Don’t you ever hear the word lemon and get that sour, tingling sensation on your tongue?”  Mark pulled away, resting his head on his propped up elbow to get a better view of your face. “Mhmm.”  “It’s like that except more intense.” “Even the nasty tastes?” Mark asked curiously. You nod your head sadly. “Unfortunately, yes.” He chuckled at your pouty lips. He wanted to just start kissing you from all your cuteness but he refrained himself. You guys had been dating for almost half a year now but he loved learning new things about you every day. “Sweat!” he exclaimed excitedly, laughing when you stuck your tongue out in disgust. “Urgh, salty,” you complain. “Hmm, youth!” You chuckle at this one. “Actually, I like this word. It tastes subtle, like raindrops.” Mark smiled down at you as you talked. He didn’t quite understand gustatory synesthesia still but to him, the sound of your voice tasted sweet. He could listen to you all day. “Then what’s your least favorite word to taste?” he asked. You tap at your chin thoughtfully. “Hmm…alone? Alone tastes…bitter.” He caressed your cheek softly, glad he was right beside you so you weren’t actually alone. “Then, your favorite word?” You smile shyly. “That’s a secret.” Mark pouted. He was even more curious now but decided to let it go. He figured you’d tell him eventually. There was no rush. “Then…what about your name, Y/N?” You make a face. “Meh, it tastes bland. Like cardboard!” Mark chuckles at this. You really had a way with words, especially when it came to putting yourself down. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, puling you closer. “Well to me, Y/N tastes like blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup,” he licked his lips unconsciously, making you blush. “And Y/N, to me, tastes like sweet watermelons in the summer, and hot chocolate on winter nights, and fresh churros at carnivals.” You giggle shyly as his list went on and on. Only Mark could make your stomach flutter in this way with just his words. Mark chuckled, raising his eyebrows at you as if to ask, ‘should I keep going’? You reach up to touch his cheek tenderly. “Well, my favorite word is Mark.” He smiled. Your secret came out faster than he was expecting. “Oh yeah? And how does Mark taste?” You grin, urging his face closer to yours. “I can show you.” You lift your head up, filling the rest of the distance between your lips and his. You can feel his lips curving into a smile as you slowly released. Mark chuckled, his forehead against yours.  “I didn’t quite catch that. Can you explain again?”