#oreos-at-4am

[xshrimpcake]

Hear me out, platinum getting approached by nearl and alt nearl at the same time!

damn. it's an oreo

[ladykissingfish]

Besides being Itachi’s birthday, it’s also my sister’s birthday. Made her double-chocolate cupcakes with an Oreo cream cheese frosting 😊

[sunaire1]

This 4 am shit is outta control

I’m so restless 😫😫

Happy Wednesday everyone

[castial]

I had a combo of emotions but now I just feel empty and I just want to COMPLAIN

i think "what the duck" is a guilty pleasure, the show has its questionable moments and i only watched it for oat and pop, they really are adorable, cute, funny and CHAOTIC🥹🥹 so THANK DESTINY!?, i read a recap of season 2 and WHAT THE *UCK REALLY WHAT THE *UCK?!?????? i plan to ignore the story about other characters because like i said, i only care about these two idiots but god what was that all about!?????

I mean, I can tolerate a sad ending, I'm not made of porcelain~ but the more I read about the story, the MORE EVERYTHING STUCK. like a ride through misfortune until you crash into hell.

it must be the worst ending ever evee eveerrrrr written, how did my silly cute series end like that? anyway, if I don't see it, it's not real...

[luv-y0urself]

don't go breaking my heart. (sneak peek!)

neighbor!taesan x fem!reader genre : slice of life, fluff! | wc : 1.4k words | warnings : cursing, mentions of breakups, loud neighbor taesan, drunk taesan… 𖤐．i promise i'll finish this soon and post it asap... but for now, here's this !

The constant boom of the bass from across the wall. The constant singing and rapping from across the wall. The constant clinkering of different instruments from across the wall.

For the fourth day in a row, Y/N couldn’t go to sleep. If it wasn’t for her damned neighbor, always waking up at around 2PM and blasting music until around 4AM (she could always tell when he woke up because of the crashing noises… Along with sounds of him groaning after he obviously hit himself on something). He was practically nocturnal. It didn’t help that all he sang about was this girl who had stolen his heart and appealed to her through his lyrics, telling her that he was the “one and only.” What a psychopath. I have had enough, Y/N thought. Y/N threw her soft, ivory-colored duvet back and walked to her doorway, slipping on her white Adidas slides as she opened her door. She was going to end this, once and for all. … And figure out who the fuck was doing this the entire time. She had never seen him outside of the house, and she was more than curious to have a good look at his face. Knock knock! No reply. Still blasting music. Y/N hit the door harder this time, feeling as if it would bruise her knuckles. She was wincing at the pain when the music abruptly stopped, causing her to snap her head up devoid of noise. Soft padding of feet could be heard approaching the door. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I didn’t decide on what I was going to say specifically— “… Can I help you?” The voice that Y/N had heard too many times through the wall resonated through the long hallway, and Y/N was dumbfounded at the sight in front of her. The man was… Well, he was fucking gorgeous if she was being brutally honest. Sharp eyes that tilted downwards the end, a distinctly shaped (but pretty, nonetheless) nose, glistening lips as if he had just put on chapstick. His hair looked strikingly similar to an... Oreo, with the top portion obsidian black, the middle part bleached, and the bottom black once more, straightened and covering his dark brown eyes slightly. His tall and lean frame was adorning a white baggy jersey with black sweatpants that complimented his form well enough for her to drop her jaw before she dragged her eyes back up to his own piercing ones. … I’m so fucked.

…

After the rather awkward introduction Y/N had with her neighbor, she went back into her house and threw herself onto her bed, which struggled to support her weight as it creaked. What the fuck. Why was he so good looking? She couldn’t even say anything… She was practically close to being incomprehensible because she was so dumbfounded at his beauty. “I… Uh… Could you… Could you t-turn down your music? I… I can’t go to sleep.” “Oh, could you hear everything? I’m sorry.” Then he slammed the door on her. Slammed. … He didn’t need to slam the door like that, did he? Y/N shook her head. She needed to go to sleep while she had peace; after all, she had classes tomorrow bright and early in the morning (evidence of how terribly she had failed in registering for classes). Thankfully, the music couldn’t be heard anymore, and Y/N thought she didn’t have to see him again, saving her from further embarrassment.

…

If you told Y/N that she would be standing in front of her door, her hand clutching a frying pan, terrified for her life merely seven minutes ago, she wouldn’t have believed you. Beep, beep, beep, beep— “Why…” Why was her lock beeping like that? Was it someone trying to rob her? At 3AM in the morning? Just last week, she had to deal with her hot neighbor, and now this? Y/N wanted to cry, but instead made the (somewhat) more reasonable decision of inching closer to the door, her hand now clasping her door handle. She took a deep, shaky breath, and whipped the door open. “… Hot neighbor?” She slapped her hand over her mouth as she realized she said that out loud, her eyes dilated thrice in size. But her neighbor didn’t reply. His head was facing downwards, and his body was swaying softly left and right, his body blatantly lacking conscious control. Y/N placed her frying pan onto the small table she had left in front of her doorway, and just in time to catch his body from falling onto her. “Oh, what the fuck—” The ridiculously strong smell of beer and soju filled her nostrils, making her gag. How much did he have? She tried to place him upright on his feet, tapping his shoulders. “… Hey, hey, can you hear me? You’ve been trying to enter the wrong house. Here, I—” She opened her door again and stepped out into the hallway, struggling under his weight but still going to the door directly next to her own. “What is your password?” She leaned under to try and meet his eyes, covered by his long bangs. “… She left me.” “Pardon me?” “She left me… Said I was too cold… I’m just… I…” Fat, glistening tears began rolling down his cheeks, and Y/N wondered what she had done in her past life to get her into this situation.

…

Y/N opened her eyes slowly, blinking them as she immediately let out a groan. “Ah, fuck.” She arched her back, trying to crack it back in place — a consequence of sleeping against her bed last night, not on it. Who was on it, you ask? … Her hot neighbor. Speaking of which… Y/N turned around, coming face to face with said man. Holy shit— “Who… are you?” His raspy voice filled the air around them, and Y/N felt the urge to cry again.

…

“Did I… I really said that?” “Yes, you did. And then you started sobbing, so I had to take you in my house instead of yours, since you didn’t seem like you wanted to go inside your apartment anyway.” With his horrible bedhead, her hot neighbor (who introduced himself as Taesan), listened to her summarizing everything that had happened the night before. Y/N sighed. “And now I missed my econ class…” She murmured. Who was she going to have to contact for notes? She hadn’t really escaped her comfort zone to go talk to people yet, except the handful of girls she knew because of a group project from another class specific to her major. Maybe one of them took this econ class before? Y/N snapped out of her thoughts when he began to speak again, her eyes focusing on his sheepish form sitting on her bed. He was scratching the back of his neck, pursing his lips. “I… I apologize. I just… I had a rough day yesterday.” Y/N sighed but nodded her head. She understood the pain of having to let go of someone you loved; she had felt that feeling, too, merely a few months ago. “Not that you’re off the hook or anything, but yeah, I get it. Just don’t try and break into my house again; I almost had a heart attack because I thought someone was trying to rob me. And because I need some good sleep. I don’t think I can feel my ass right now…” Taesan let out a small smile at that, allowing Y/N to see for the first time what it was like for him to have a pleasant expression on his face. She studied him carefully, finding it cute that he was sitting on her bed, probably not knowing about his raven’s nest of hair and half-closed eyes. She quickly shook the feeling off and stood up, brushing off dust that had collected on her body overnight as she threw her arms over her head, twisting this way and that to get a good stretch. “Hey.” Y/N peeked out of one eye, signifying that she was listening, still stretching her body from being folded against the ground for such a long period of time. “How about… Do you have classes later today?” “Today? Today’s… Friday, so no. I only had the econ class to go to. Why?” She had stopped stretching now, and focused all of her attention on him; why was he trying to figure out her schedule? “Okay… Okay, that’s good.” He looked up at her standing form, giving her a small grin. “How about I treat you to some lunch? As my token of gratitude for you not leaving me out in the hallway to freeze my ass off.” Y/N tilted her head in response, but slowly nodded as she realized what that meant. Free food. Besides, her hot neighbor was the one who was buying the meal! Who wouldn’t say yes? It was like a one plus one package. “Deal.”

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[starlightshadowsworld]

I headcannon that college era Kunikida was as meticulous and organised as he is now.

While simultaneously running on caffeine, spite and academic validation.

Dude was just the "I'm running on 2 hours of sleep, an oreo and I'm either going to fight god or become him!"

Katai's in the back slowly taking the red bull away like... Okay let's you get some dinner, and than a shower.

I just envision Kunikida as that kid who's caffeine level was so high he should actually be dead 6 times over but nothings stopping him from submitting this damn essay on time.

Yes he started it on time, yes he planned how long it would take him. And he should've been done hours ago, and yet it's 4am and he's still working on it.

[hyunnielix]

a sweet tooth that has freckles.

Series Masterlist

— felix x reader (f) 

— word count: 3.7k

— genre: non-idol au, strangers to lovers/slow burn with eventual smut (not in this chapter sorry), angst (some?). 

— warning's: Baker!Felix, mc struggles with self-doubt, anxiety and perfectionism, mentions of food, Roomate!Hyunjin, later parts of the series will contain explicit smut. mc deals with grief, the passing of her mother. 

→ playlist on spotify

“This is probably going to be the weirdest question ever.” You stared at the path, refusing to make eye contact. “But are you using those brownies for anything in particular?”                                                        The blonde knitted his brows, glancing down at the clear container filled with sweet treats. “Not...”  he lifted his gaze to your hands that you tried to cover with your beige sweater, “necessarily.”                    You noticed how his forehead creased in concern. He’d seen the grazes; red and irritated. He opened his mouth to speak. Quickly trying to divert his oncoming question, you blurted out, “Is there any chance I could borrow them?”                                                               And borrow them you did. 

You couldn't count the amount of hours you had stared up at the ceiling that night. Paranoia rung in the back of your head, preventing you from sleep. An exhale passed through your lips. Palms resting across your stomach as you focused on breathing. You unconsciously grabbed your phone, checking the time. 3.15 am... only fifteen more minutes until your alarm went off.

Today was the day that your manager would let you display your own creations. A lot of strings had to be pulled, but Chan had eventually agreed upon one condition. They must sell well. Sure, it didn't seem like a scary feat, if the treats were good enough it should be no problem.

But there was always that insecurity... that sense of perfectionism that you could never shake. No matter how hard you tried. Hence why you were here, staring up at the ceiling instead of sleeping. Usually, to quiet the thoughts bouncing around in your brain you'd listen to music. But for now, all you could do was wallow in the possibilities and what if's.

Cursing, you sat upright. The kitchen was figuratively calling your name. You glanced at the slight crack in the door, watching how the light from the bathroom illuminated the laminated floorboards. 

Anxiety baking... here you come. 

By four am you had nearly every ingredient known to man splayed across your granite bench. Already three batches of different flavours of muffins cooling on wire racks. Orange and Oreo, Raspberry and Mint and lastly, Coffee and Salted Caramel (yes the coffee was the singular coffee bean decorating the top of the muffin - it still counts). 

The last thing to come out of the oven was more so an experiment, mini cherry pie’s! The mixture of scents reminded you of lazy afternoons at the beach or having a picnic surrounded by friends. warm and fuzzy. 

A smile crossed your features as you admired the golden-brown pastry. On cue, your stomach rumbled. You placed the hot tray on the bench, being particularly careful with the oven mitts. The last thing you’d want is to burn yourself—

You could imagine it, coming into work with bandages all over your hands. Chan shaking his head in utter disappointment. That may as well have contributed to your nightmares. Being scolded by Chan was worse than being scolded by a parent. 

The next problem was choosing what muffin you would choose to showcase. You wondered if your roommate would kill you for waking them up at 4am to taste test muffins. The answer was probably. Hyunjin was big on beauty sleep, which you didn’t blame him for. You stared at his door for a little longer before deciding against it. 

Instead, you placed a little plate on the bench, grabbing each one of your creations and displaying it cutely. You reached for the icing sugar, dusting it across the plate. 

You left a little note behind, tucking it underneath:

treats for sleeping beauty (don’t worry there’s lots of flour)

                                                                        - Y/N <3

It was decided. You would bring two of each. 

You’d thought about the prospect before, owning your own little bakery. Maybe on the corner of a street, a cute little spot. One with just enough foot traffic to keep yourself afloat. Money was never the real reason for your ambitions. You wanted people to enjoy the pastries and sweets. To feel the same sense of warmth and comfort that you had.

When your mother would present you with her newest addition to her cookbook. A child spoilt, nurtured with love. Every bite reminded you of her. Her soft smile and comforting words. How gently she raised you, as best as she could as a single parent. You never really understood how difficult she had it. 

She poured her love into her creations, the ones that you now tried to perfect. Although, you could never seem to get them right. There was always something missing, something that you couldn’t put your finger on.

A warmth on your cheeks surprised you. Wiping them with the pads of your fingertips, you realised you’d begun to cry. 

Hyunjin was there to pick up the pieces, he’d offered for you to move in. You couldn’t bear to live in the same house without her around. Everything was a constant reminder of her absence. Freshly graduated, and living with your best friend in an apartment complex? It didn’t sound like a bad trade off. You often pondered the idea that whoever said grief got easier to live with was lying. Maybe you just hadn’t reached that point.

Grief was never-ending, a reflection of love that wasn’t able to be shared. It will forever be stuck in a loop. Hence why guilt and grief go hand in hand. You struggled to contain the tears. They were scorching against your skin, it felt like hot coals were placed against your cheeks.

Shaking your head, you tentatively grabbed one of the oreo and orange muffins off the wire rack. Lifting the treat to your lips, you hesitated. It was still warm. Softly biting into the treat, you frowned. It didn’t taste right. It didn’t taste good enough. Your breathing faltered, holding the back of your palm against your mouth as you tried to chew the rest of it. A soft sob escaped your lips. You tried desperately to quieten the whimpers, not wanting to wake up Hyunjin. 

Some of the crumbs transferred onto your sweater. The muffin was thrown onto the floor, the collision with the wood was enough to send the confectionary flying in every direction imaginable. Another thing you’d have to clean up. 

You exhaled softly. Stepping away from the bench, you turned around. Placing your hands on the wooden floorboards, you hoisted your bodyweight upward.

You were upside down, balancing your legs and feet on the cupboards behind you. It’s something your mother taught you. If you couldn’t stop crying, do a handstand. You held the position until your arms gave out on you, slowly crumbling to the floor. Just like the muffin had. 

That episode had further reinforced the idea that you weren’t a morning person. You tried to fake your optimism, carefully placing the muffins in a large cardboard takeaway box. They looked presentable enough. 

You weren’t a morning person. Although, the walk to the bakery may as well have been your favourite thing in the entire world. The blue birds chattering away. The slight breeze that brushed against your cheeks. The smell of fresh dew droplets that decorated the grass beneath your feet. 

You closed your eyes, feeling the first rays of morning sunlight hit your face. It was warmth. She was there, in the sun. Telling you it would be alright, easing your anxieties. The grip on the cardboard box tightened as you opened your eyes. The colours of the leaves shone a little differently in the light, voluminous greens and oranges. The seasons were changing. You always found that the most precious time. When the trees shed their old leaves, new colours and experiences arising. Maybe in another life you were a tree. 

The fluffy clouds decorating the sky looked more like cotton candy. A part of you wanted to reach up and pluck them out and put them on a stick. Due to your attention being elsewhere, you were unable to see the branch laying across the gravel path. 

Your body went careening forward, unable to protect yourself. Everything ached as you hit the ground. The box of muffins now lay, scattered across the gravel and grass. The skin of your hands raw from breaking the fall. You slowly sat upright, gathering your bearings.

A sigh fell from your lips. Brushing the back of your hand against your forehead. What the hell were you going to do now? You couldn’t just show up empty handed. Sorry Chan, I was a clumsy idiot and ruined every thing I baked this morning because I wasn’t watching where I was going. No that wouldn’t suffice. 

You glanced behind you. It was way too late for you to begin walking back home. Checking your watch, which miraculously came out unscathed, it read: 4:48am.

You had work in approximately twelve minutes. 

Picking up what was left of the muffins, you attempted to dust the dirt and grime off them. You weren’t going to salvage any of them at this rate. A weird substance had begun to seep into the cardboard box. You glanced down at your palms, realising the adrenaline had prevented you from feeling the damage.

Shallow wounds on each of your hands were decorated with maroon, mixed in with pebbles and granite. The dull aching became worse as you stared. You’d have to disinfect that for sure. Deflated, you picked up the remainder of the ruined sweets.

You continued walking, the breeze against your face felt icy. Lacking any sort of comfort you needed right now. You began to squint, noticing a figure in the distance following the same path. 

Eventually, you caught up to the stranger. Hanging behind them slightly. Your eyes raked up and down his figure before landing on the clear container resting between his arm and ribcage. A lightbulb went off in your head.

“Hey- Uhm, excuse me.” You mumbled, reaching forward to tap on the stranger's shoulder. He paused, pulling out an earphone that now hung down his front. The stranger turned his body to face you. 

Your mouth parted slightly. Freckles like constellations decorated the tops of his cheeks. He tilted his head slightly, like a confused puppy. The corner of his eyes crinkling slightly at the abrupt interruption. His blonde hair was quite long, styled at the front in fluffy waves. 

He raised his brow. “Are you alright?” His voice was gruff, deep, a complete contrast to how he presented himself. You swallowed harshly, not expecting that in the slightest. 

He was dressed in a multi-toned beige sweater, long cargo pants protecting him from the chilly weather. You averted your eyes, glancing down at the box of brownies he was carrying. 

“This is probably going to be the weirdest question ever,” you stared mindlessly at the treats, refusing to make eye contact. “But are you using those brownies for anything in particular?”

A slight blush dusted your cheeks. Unable to process the notion of rejection, it was already embarrassing enough as it was. Asking a complete stranger if you could steal their food? It was official, you had lost your mind.                                                                                          The blonde knitted his brows, glancing down at the clear container filled with sweet treats. “Not necessarily.” There was a hint of amusement in his tone. He lifted his gaze to your hands that you tried to cover with your cream sweater. 

You noticed how his forehead creased in concern. He’d seen the irritated grazes; the blood was beginning to dry on your palms. It felt disgusting. He opened his mouth to speak. Quickly trying to avert his oncoming question, you blurted out, “Is there any chance I could borrow them?”

“Borrow?”

“Okay, I could trade but my offerings are kind of ruined, hence the borrowing.” You explained. He noticed how panicky your movements were, opening up the cardboard box to reveal your ruined creations. The corner of his lips downturned. 

He pondered for a moment, before nodding. “I’ll let you have them. But we need to take care of that first.” He pointed to your hands and the sweater that you’d now stained. The maroon substance had now turned an ugly shade of brown. 

You sheepishly smiled. “I don’t really have any disinfectant or wipes, and I’m going to be late.”

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his pretty lips. “Don’t worry about that, I’ve got hand sanitizer.” You tilted your head in confusion, “And tissues.” He reiterated. 

The stranger reached into his back pocket, pulling out both of said items. 

“Allergies.” He shrugged, in relation to the tissues. You nodded, that made sense. The warmth in your palms was becoming unbearable against the cardboard. He placed the brownies on the ground. You mimicked him, dropping your box on the floor. There was a certain carelessness in your actions that caught his attention. He tucked the tissues under his arm. 

He stepped forward tilting his head slightly, “May I?” 

Searching your eyes for confirmation, he held the hand sanitiser outward. You nodded slightly, holding your palms toward him. He winced slightly at the state of the wounds, beginning to fold the sleeves of your sweater up for you. The blood stains were covered by the material, at least you wouldn’t have to change. 

That may have been a food and safety health violation, but you were going to ignore it.

“This is going to hurt a little, I’m sorry.” His eyes sparkled with concern, a frown tugging at his lips as he hesitated. You pursed your lips. He squeezed the bottle slowly, allowing the alcoholic substance to seep into each wound. 

You slightly hissed through your teeth, “You have nothing to apologise for it was my fault in the first place.” You rubbed the substance into the wound, closing your eyes as the stinging became worse. It felt like a million tiny needles pricking your skin. Not the most pleasant experience. “Thank you for helping me. It’s not every day that you meet kind strangers.”

You almost mumbled the last part. He quirked his brow, holding out the packet of tissues for you to take. “Why do you say that?”

The tip of your finger brushed against his as you took the packet. The touch felt like electricity, you glanced up at him wondering if he felt it too. Instead, he was staring at you with curiosity. You focused on cleaning up your palms, the pain dulling slightly. You’d still have to wash them out when you got to work. right, work. You were going to be late. 

“I have to go. I’m late.”

He bent down, picking up the clear container of brownies before handing them to you. His smile was soft, understanding. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose, reciprocating the smile. The sun had come out once more, this time you weren’t sure if it was standing in front of you. “Sounds like you need them a lot more than I do.”

You bowed, dipping your head as you took the treats from him. “Thank you again.” The sincerity laced in your voice wasn’t unnoticed. He dug his hands into the pockets of his pants, watching you intently.

You turned around, beginning to walk away before hesitating. Glancing over your shoulder, you spoke, “Come visit sunshine espresso, I’ll give you a free coffee! on the house.”

You checked your watch, cursing under your breath before taking off in a sprint. You waved to the stranger, smiling as you saw him begin to laugh. You hoped you’d made his day as much as he had made yours. 

Clumsy was definitely going to be your new nickname. The amount of times the string of your apron had slid out of your fingers was beginning to frustrate you. Attempting once more, you gave up on knotting the piece of fabric. 

“You’re late again!” A teasing voice proclaimed, you rolled your eyes. A part of you felt relieved knowing it was Jisung and not Chan. Sungie as you’d like to affectionately call him was quite a playful individual. Nothing really phased him, until it did. Then he’d bring the whole world down with him. He was quite chaotic, but you liked that about him. 

“This time it really wasn’t my fault, a very convincing branch told me that I should give up and go home.” You mumbled, feeling a slight tugging on the string around your waist. You held the material against your stomach as he knotted the apron. You thanked him softly, turning around. 

“Well the tree branch didn’t try hard enough, you’re still here!” Jisung stated, hand placed on his hip. You laughed at his statement, playfully pushing against his chest so you could pass him. Container of brownies in hand. 

Whoever closed yesterday did a brilliant job, the back was absolutely spotless. You admired how clean it was, continuing out to the front. You loved watching the sunrise from behind the counter in the mornings. It was peaceful. 

“Chan’s not here yet?” You questioned, turning around against the counter. Placing the box down, you splayed your hands against the bench. 

He shook his head, standing beside the coffee machine. “Nope! I opened all by myself.”

You pouted, teasingly. “Aww poor sungie! can’t leave you with that much responsibility.”

“Okay now you’re just being mean! go do your job before I tell on you.”

You grinned at him, knowing he was joking. Turning around, you used the tongs laid above the cabinet to grab the brownies. Unclipping the sides of the container. You slowly filled the cabinet, taking your time to merchandise them in an enticing way. 

“What do we have here?” He sang sweetly, glancing over your shoulder at the treat’s you’d brought. You tried to shoo him away, unfortunately it just ended in a fit of giggles.

“H-Homemade brownies!” You finally managed, closing the sliding doors to the cabinet. Jisung’s expression had softened. You fell silent as you realised what he’d been staring at. 

“Y/N your hands...”

“Oh...” You glanced down at them, frowning. They'd started bleeding again. “Yeah I was going to sort that out, do we have any bandaids?”

“Did you fail first aid?” He sassily quipped. You shot him an annoyed glare. He placed his hand on your back, guiding you toward the baker’s bench. “They’re out the back, should be a box in the office.”

The amount of bandaid's it took to cover the grazes was ridiculous. You felt a bit like an idiot. They weren't even neutral colours! They were cutesy hello kitty ones, pink and purple. Oh well... they should be able to withstand the day. 

As you returned to the front, your mouth fell open at the scene unfolding in front of you. “Hey!”

“I just wanted to try one.” Jisung mumbled through the brownie he was currently devouring. Crumbs had fallen all over the bench next to the coffee machine. You huffed dramatically; you were going to have to clean that.

He held his hands in front of his mouth sheepishly. “These taste really familiar.”

Your eyes widened slightly, “What are you talking about?”

He looked puzzled. Then as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head he yelled, "I got it!" Jisung waved his finger accusingly. “These are Felix’s recipe!”

You squinted, leaning against the bench next to him. “Whose Felix?”

“My roommate.” He stated, matter of factly as he wiped the crumbs off his face. "Care to explain?"

A sigh fell from your lips as you hung your head forward. There was no point lying to him now. He already knew. You were done for. 

"If you couldn't use context clues, I tripped over and ruined the muffins I was supposed to bring in."

He shook his head, "and I thought I was the clumsy one."

You rolled your eyes as he tilted his head, "Wait that still doesn't explain—"

"I bumped into him along the way here and he was so kind as to let me borrow them." His face softened at your explanation of the eventful morning. He smiled lazily, "That definitely sounds like Felix."

"Don’t know where he was going at 5 in the morning though, especially with brownies... I guess you’ll have to ask him about that one." You grabbed one of the nearest cloths, forcing Jisung to move so you could clean his mess. He muttered a sorry under his breath. 

"All I hear is chatting right now," Chan poked his head from around the corner. You jumped at the sound of the aussie, turning around to face him. He was wearing casual clothes, all black as usual. What was with him and the lack of colour in his wardrobe?

“I swear I’m getting work done.” You almost whined. Chan flashed you a warm smile. It made you feel more at ease about the whole situation. “I can see that.” He gestured towards the now full cabinet.

You glanced over at Jisung. His cheeks were once again full of brownie, caught in the act as Chan shook his head. Crumbs had fallen onto the floor as he scoffed yet another one. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. Someone had obviously skipped out on breakfast. 

“Alright don’t choke on it!” Chan warned, crossing his arms over his chest. Jisung carefully slid the cabinet closed once again, having demolished at least two of the treats. 

“Whoever decided to put freeze dried coffee in brownies is a genius!” Jisung stated, smiling dumbly as he rubbed his stomach through the apron. You shot an amused look at Chan. 

Chan raised his brow, surprise evident on his features. He turned toward you. “You made coffee brownies?”

Your eyes darted to Jisung. You hoped to hell he’d play along with your little charade. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes. You shook your head subtly, as a warning. “Yeah! I thought it’d make it unique.”

You cringed at the lie that rolled of your tongue. Jisung bit on his lower lip to prevent him from laughing at how uncomfortable you looked. He almost wanted to take a photo of your expression. It was priceless.

"Alright, well I just came to check up on the open, I'll be back at three." Chan’s voice lowered, directing his attention to Jisung. "You eat any more of those brownies and you'll be paying for Y/N's next batch yourself."

Jisung smiled cheekily while nodding. He glanced at you, trying to suppress a laugh. As soon as Chan had left, you rested your forehead against the wooden bench. A groan escaped your mouth. "This is so going to bite me in the ass." You side eyed Jisung. "I'm going to have to ask Felix for the recipe, aren't I?"

He simply shrugged; amusement evident on his face. Oh this was going to be so much fun. 

[iolite-moodboards]

scooby gang vibes

things i associate with the scooby gang!!

requests for these are open if you're interested!

fred jones~♡

diners in the middle of nowhere

late-night drives to think

coffee with cream and sugar

butterscotch

his playlist is either motivational 80s or 2000s music

saturday morning cartoons

diner pancakes

fresh, clean smell

geo guesser

lends his jacket if someone is cold

early mornings

always buying new accessories (steering wheel covers, fuzzy dice, little pine trees) for the mystery machine

attempting to read a map while driving

blue jeans

history books

interviewing priests for answers about hauntings in the area

camping

forgets to drink water

messy bedroom

daphne blake~♡

aliens and anything outer space

iced matcha

fun cereal

scrunchies

always offering to pay

binge watching tv

going to the planetarium

girly music

boxing

sneaking in past curfew

peaches

freckles

dragging friends out to stargaze

sheet masks

strawberry ice cream

taking notes with glitter gel pens

conspiracy theories

grwm tiktoks filmed in the back of the mystery machine

pinkpantheress

almond nails

velma dinkley~♡

library trips

hydro flasks

pasta

conspiracy theories pt 2

mothman

freshly brewed coffee

ballpoint pens

falling asleep on the bus

staying up until 4am reading

oversized sweaters

rock collection

digging on reddit to find their next cryptid spot

cinnamon

sunscreen always in her bag

jack stauber

lip oil

doodling stars in her notebook

sitting by the coast

gummy worms

charcoal stained fingers

shaggy rogers~♡

pizza

indie music

skating

beanies

naps

cd collection

stopping for snacks at shady convenience stores

track

skipping stones

keychains

bubble gum

an old mp3 player he won't get rid of

plants in his room

baja blast

rocky road ice cream

stealing daph's sunglasses

afraid of the dark

french fries

always smells both like he just got done grilling and like dog

superstitious

scooby-doo~♡

fancy dog shampoo (literally titled "le ham")

loves going to the beach

fetch

stealing the gang's french fries

sleeping in the back of the mystery machine

oreos

Big Stretch™

unreliable guard dog but he tries his best

hiding behind shaggy

scooby snacks

[evil-diary-blog]

Day 27 EVIL update: My EVIL girlfriend (probably jokingly) said I should post more about him. So here's a copypasta I found and copy pasted here. It would have been some unhinged rambling, but it's 4am and I need to go to sleep.

can we honestly e date? you’re so beautiful. You always make me laugh, you always make me smile. You literally make me want to become a better person… I really enjoy every moment we spend together. My time has no value unless its spent with you. I tell everyone of my irls how awesome you are. Thank you for being you. Whenever you need someone to be there for you, know that i’ll always be right there by your side. I love you so much. I don’t think you ever realize how amazing you are sometimes. Life isn’t as fun when you’re not around. You are truly stunning. I want you to be my soulmate. I love the way you smile, your eyes are absolutely gorgeous. If I had a star for everytime you crossed my mind i could make the entire galaxy. Your personality is as pretty as you are and thats saying something. I love you, please date me. I am not even calling it e dating anymore because I know we will meet soon enough heart OK I ADMIT IT I LOVE YOU OK i hecking love you and it breaks my heart when i see you play with someone else or anyone commenting in your profile i just want to be your girlfriend and put a heart in my profile linking to your profile and have a walltext of you commenting cute things i want to play video games talk in discord all night and watch a movie together but you just seem so uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i’m begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact me again it hurts so much to say this because i need you by my side but if you dont love me then i want you to leave because seeing your icon in my friendlist would kill me everyday of my pathetic life.

And I KNOW that you see this, Oreo.

Also, I got to be EVIL TODAY. Will update tomorrow.

[pr3ttypixies]

(possible) tw // ed

introducing fast food proportion lists!

so i know that what’s hard with many people dieting, trying to lose weight, or even doing one meal a day, is what to do when you wanna get fast food!!! so literally at 4am lol i used to help of the app cheat day to create differently but all healthy proportioned meals.

according to myfitnesspal (an app i live by), a well balanced meal requires 50% carbs, 30% fat, and 20% protein. the first restaurant i’ve done is mcdonald’s because i go there most frequently. please keep in mind for these proportions you MUST order the item exactly as it comes/is titled in the list! i’m not sure how much or little it’ll effect the proportions if you take individual ingredients off (ex. big mac no pickles) it might change the stats. without further ado here is the list <3

mcdonald’s

1: big mac (540 cals, 252fat, 100 protein, 180carbs) + medium coke (210 cals 56 carbs) = 750 cals, 390 carbs, 252 fat, 100 protein

- less than 1k cals

- perfect balanced meal

- 52% carbs, 35% fat, 13% protein

2: cheeseburger (300 cals, 132 carbs, 108 fat, 60 protein) + medium fries (380 cals, 196 carbs, 162 fat, 20 protein) = 680 cals, 328 carbs, 270 fat, 80 protein

- less than 1k cals

- roughly balanced meal

- 48% carbs, 30% fat, 12% protein

3: premium southwest salad with grilled chicken (350 cals, 108 carbs, 99 fat, 148 protein) + plain sundae (210 cals, 128 carbs, 54 fat, 24 protein) = 560 cals, 236 carb, 153 fat, 172 protein

- 5kish cals or less

- protein focused meal

- 43% carbs, 27% fat, 30% protein

4: premium bacon ranch salad with grilled chicken (320 cals, 36 carbs, 126 fat, 168 protein) + large vanilla cone (300 cals, 192 carbs, 72 fat, 32 protein) = 620 cals, 228 carbs, 198 fat, 200 protein

- less than 1k cals

- equally macro proportioned meal

- 36% carbs, 32% fat, 32% protein

5: cheeseburger (300 cals, 132 carbs, 108 fat, 60 protein) + snack size oreo mcflurry (340 cals, 212 carbs, 99 fat, 32 protein) = 649 cals, 344 carbs, 207 fat, 92 protein

*can switch for hamburger and will be mostly same from percentage proportions!

- less thank 1k cals

- semi balanced meal

- 53% carbs, 32% fat, 15% protein

6: steak egg and cheese bagel with slivered onions (620cals, 216 carbs, 270 fat, 128 protein) + medium coke (210 cals 56 carbs) = 830 cals, 272 carbs, 270 fat, 128 protein

*can switch out for large coke for almost exact same percentage proportions (+80 cals)

- less than 1k cals

- semi balanced meal

- 41% carbs, 40% fat, 19% protein

7: chicken sausage mcmuffin (290 cals, 116 carbs, 108 fat, 64 protein) + medium coke (210 cals 56 carbs) = 500 cals, 172 carbs, 108 fat, 64 protein

- 5k cals or less

- perfectly balanced meal

- 50% carbs, 31% fat, 19% protein

please note carbs, fats, and proteins are measured in grams! there are many many more combinations i saw possibilities for and i’m also working on curating full meals (entree side & drink). if there’s a certain item on mcdonald’s menu (ex. nuggets) that you’d like me to make into a balanced meal, or drinks you’d like me to replace or switch out please let me know - wonder if you can tell coke is my fav drink! there’s are also a few menu items that are balanced by themselves, but for that you can check on cheat day.

next up; burger king (recommend restaurants below!)

[2kats]

a row of oreos at 4am? yes.

[nikkipyro]

Dan Heng the type to only eat the cookie part of a Oreo

-4am shenanigans

[moonlit-grove]

tagged by @commander-gloryforge my friemb

3 ships

You make me pick three…. Cries…

Right now brain go brrrrrrr for Shanty of Adoration (Seadhna/Sitheach), Lexii/Kanni, and Radiant Raven….

Last song

Okay the one playing RIGHT NOW is Three’s a Team

Currently reading

Dragcave wiki to find out how to get a certain dragon

Currently consuming

Nothing :c. Got no food this 4am

Currently craving

Lemme channel my tummy. What do you crave tummy… oreo milkshake.

i tag uhhh @mistreaders-requiem, @archesa, @fellis-world... its not nine but shush.

[ravenrose23]

1.5.24 & 1.6.24 binge and purge

1st Binge - 10:30pm 1.5.24

Thin pretzels

Milk chocolate

1 cookie

Coffee ice cream

Purge

2nd Binge - 4am 1.6.24

1 1/2 egg and cheese on a roll

1/2 Oreo muffin

2 yogurt mint chip ice cream bars

10 or less chocolate cover pretzels

1 m&n cookie

Purge

3rd binge - 1pm 1.6.24

Oat milk shaken espresso

2 Oreo cake pops

Bacon Gouda

2 chocolate chip cookies

1 chocolate chip king cone

Purge

I’m not proud.

I don’t have the heart to add up the calories but maybe I should to get myself motivated.

How many calories are left over after purging?

[ladyimaginarium]

Ngl my& abusers can't take away the fact that im& eating double cream oreos w/ milk at 4am

[berryunho]

pls i typed that ask at like 4am after the show i’m so surprised i got that many details bc half of the show feels like a blackout i literally ??? have videos of wooyoung that i don’t remember taking so when watching those i was like ah. wooyoung bias indeed i love him <3 AND LISTEN I GET WHAT UR SAYING but the loyal lifestyle just. isn’t for me. i’m loyal to atz only (not even) bc hj would k word me for LoOkInG aT oThEr OpPaS but. wooyoung. is a menace. he deserves the slander sometimes /lh

AND ! no one gets me the way san does bc WOOYOUNG’s hair is black when i wanted oreo but san did everything my delusional little brain manifested (aka wear the outfits i wanted him to) like ?? there is no way there won’t be an era of me having san as my bias </3 like listen.. i don’t wanna be delulu and stuff.. even tho i might be a little.. but a while ago i said i wanted san to wear sage green for a layout that i never even made.. n literally the next day he was on the radio or something wearing a green cardigan.. tell me he’s not meant to be my bias u literally can’t

also when i first started stanning atz it was wooyoung who pulled me in !! and weirdly i stayed loyal for a LONG time even when hongruella looked THAT fine during the last tour (literally. saw hongruella in the flesh on my bday. imagine. how did i stay loyal) but i always thought it was a bit weird?? bc i usually gravitate towards the introverts for literally any group/artist (tho i.. only stan atz rn.. oop hongjoong u better jot this down rn i am the most loyal atiny ever/j) so i thought it was a little bit out of order for me to like and stay loyal to THE extroverted social butterfly.. but then my bias line was completed with both infps aka my mbti.. and it suddenly made sense dhsjsh i just ! gravitate towards san a lil now AND ESPECIALLY AFTER THIS CONCERT he’s truly one of my fav comfort ppl like.. he said something and immediately after i was like WRITE THAT DOWN!!! and opened my notes app to write it down LMAO my friend was like wtf are u doing and i was like uh. comfort words??

last thing before i nap… san shyly dancing to cyberpunk for us again during the concert.. take my heart RN sir it’s literally! urs ! and thanks hwa for making that happen i died a lil

anyway i’m good and i hope you’re good as well <3 mwah mwah -san anon

HI !!!!

4am !!!!??$))(# wow you were quite coherent for 4am im also surprised LOL BUT THATS SO FAIR I GET IT ADJKFLASKJF its inevitable to jump around when you're a kpop stan like when 8 lovable men are presented to you .... why have only one bitch when you can have five ! KJLFDKSJAFSLJKDF

PLS THE MANIFESTING AKLDFJSKDFJ i love it i am a huge fan of being delulu i think life is too boring if you dont let yourself have a little joke around every once in a while AND BELIEVING THAT COINCIDENCES ARE MANIFESTATIONS.... IM HERE FOR IT !!!

eheheh i enjoy learning this lore about you san anon... i agree you are very strong for being loyal despite hongruella on your bday like .... thats crazy .... like i got my american ass on an airplane and flew to germany last may to see hongruella in the flesh .... in a completely loyal to yunho way of course ! JAKDJFSDFLJK BUT omg that actually is pretty interesting !!! id say yunho very much falls in line w my usual bias "type" lol but its funny bc that Type is just. the Opposite Of Me. BUT ANYWAYS hehe i get it ! all of them are just so ... <333 and literally why have i never thought of busting the notes app out that's actually so smart oh em gee ....

but ehehe san is so funny like how are we gonna be shy sir !!! after everything !!! hehe i hope your nap was good <3 im quite good ehehe a little bit nervous ........ but overall good hehe anything else exciting going on in your life san anon? hehe mwahhhh