a cupcake is not the same as a cake

Kpop Groups as Types of Cake

according to me and my friends 

Big Bang: “that chocolate cake from costco; really rich and even if you dont try it everyone is always losing their damn minds about it”

Astro: “a funfetty cake with chocolate filling, but the outside is actually like a beautiful mess”

Seventeen: “one of those big cakes where each layer is a different flavor bc they’re so multitalented”

SHINee: “a chocolate cake that looks like it was frosted by a 6 y/o; an old favorite but a Mess”

Block B: “a giant birthday cake with a shit ton of sprinkles and some of those candles that cant be blown out”

Pristin: “an ice cream cake: cool and refreshing”

Produce 101: “one of those crepe cakes bc theres so much going on that it’s overwhelming but it’s pretty good”

NU’EST: “the chocolate cakes you used to be able to get at kfc; amazing and extremely underrated”


me: “NCT are cupcakes bc of the different units”

friend #1, at the same time: “nct is like a black wedding cake, you dont know what’s going on, there’s a lot, but it’s pretty cool” 

both of us: “oh”

EXO: “a cake that looks Super Expensive and Tastes Amazing but tbh its probably made by a 5 y/o ???”

EXO, during kokobop: “a mess and missing a piece”

Yixing: “an angel food cake”

Blackpink: “one of those really expensive cakes that you kinda regret buying but it’s so damn good”

Red Velvet: “red velvet”

UP10TION: “a cake without much detail but the taste would be like “holy shit” bc they have so much talent but no one notices”

Topp Dogg: 

friend #1: “one of those cakes that look like it will be chocolate but ends up being vanilla”

friend #2: *sends a pic of a cake made out of twinkies* “an absolute mess and no one knows what’s going on”


friend #2: “ikon is a cake that was dropped on the ground”

friend #3: “EXCUSE YOU”

friend #2: “yg is the person that dropped it”

friend #3: “ikon is one of those cakes that has a little too much fondant so it’s kinda extra but looks really nice”

Hotshot: “that one cupcake that never gets eaten for some reason even tho its rly good”

BAP: “one of those cakes that was started by a bad baker but then a good baker went “we can fix this””

Winner: “one of those classy ass wedding cakes that everyone likes but nobody actually wants to pay for”

f(x): “the cake they bring in after everyone has already had cupcakes”

VIXX: “the cake that has all the weird flavor combos everyone is too afraid to try but is actually rEALLY GOOD”

24k: “a princess cake bc it’s popular in europe but not rly anywhere else”

Monsta X: “one of those really intense children’s cakes with flames and race cars on top”


EXP: “the cake that was thrown up at a kids birthday party”

For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.

It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
Shiro shrugged.
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.

They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read ‘Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”

Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
Hunk chuckled.
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”

Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Shiro chuckled.
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.

He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.

“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”

Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.

stuff to know about latinx ppls:
• we don’t all speak spanish
• if we do speak spanish, we probably have different dialect, pronunciation, slang, and even curse words, based on nationality / origin / where we currently live
• we r not “”“Spanish”“”
• we don’t like being called hispanic
• not all of us ARE hispanic
• not all latinx countries make empanadas, arepas, pupusas, horchata and so many other foods. usually each food is regional, meaning that carribean latinx and central american latinx probably make different cultural food
• we have different music
• not all of us are mexican
• mexican culture doesn’t equal all latinx culture
• we can be black
• we actually come in multiple races and different skin colors
• cinco de mayo is only a Mexican holiday and only for a specific town in Mexico and it’s NOT Mexican independence day
• tequila is only mexican
• there’s multiple versions of tamales
• we may have different definitions for our words, for example; quesadillas can be a cheesy tortilla or a pastry, pastelitos can be cupcakes or tamales, a torta can be a sandwich or a cake, etc.
• your highs school spanish is spainard Spanish which almost no latinx speaks
• we all have different cultures based on location, region, country, location within that country. so stop assuming we’re all the same

Unnecessary Jealousy (Zico x Reader)

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“I am new to your page and love it!! Could I request a block b Zico smut where he gets jealous of one of you family members and doesn’t know your relatives? That would be great. I love your fanfics there amazing I I think you really capture how they would really act. – hopperr-blog
Fandom: Block B
Member/reader: Zico x Reader (female)
Genre/warning(s):  smut
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Authors note: I hope you enjoy this. I wrote it after an extremely busy and shitty day at work so I’m sorry if it’s bad or something but leave me feedback in the comments! :)

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Summery/Request: @i-am-mina requested hijabi!reader. The reader owns a small bakery and has a little thing for The Winter Soldier.


Word Count: 1500+

A/N: I Sorry it took me so long.

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‘Come on, Bucky. This is the best coffee I’ve ever had. Get out of the gym and come with us.’ Bucky was lying on the bench pressing so much weight the bar looked like it was bending. He had been there for most of the day since he couldn’t sleep.

‘Yeah, just give me a minute’ he breathed out while resting the bar back in its place.

‘No. come!’ Nat yelled at him. Wanda, who stood next to her, giggled at the way Bucky flinched at the red head.

‘Alright, I’m coming’. Steve was also there, giggling at the fear in Bucky’s eyes.

‘You gotta taste this coffee, Buck. They also do cakes’ they were on the way, cramped in Steve’s little car. The two supersoldiers sat in the front seats and the two Russians sat in the back, laughing to themselves about something.

‘Yeah. It’s this small independent bakery in the middle of nowhere but it’s so good’ Wanda chipped in.

‘Stop guys, if you keep building it up it’s gonna be shit’ Bucky was a little upset they got him out of the gym without as much as a shower but happy they thought of him when they tried the coffee.

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WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 16 Full Translation

The Ceremony


pages 169-179

Eight days since the evening the announcement of the nyuseki was made.

When Kurosaki Ichigo who had just finished afternoon classes returned home, the genkan entryway was filled with shoes of various sizes.

“They’ve already gathered here huh…… I’m home”

Removing his shoes, he headed towards the living room. As he reached his hand over the knob of the door to open it, in an instant, the door opened from the inside and Arisawa Tatsuki came flying out.

“Whoaa, watch out!”

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anonymous asked:

31, 37, or 60 for nalu? (From the new Drabble prompt)❤️

31: “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
37: “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”
60: “You are my sunshine.”

I couldn’t pick one so I picked all of them. :’)
               (prompt from here

They are eating takeout on their couch the day everything changes. He’s got his feet propped up on the table, shoveling bites of chow mein so quickly that she gives up trying to count. Lucy flicks a piece of her chicken at him, garnering a smirk when he catches it in his mouth without missing a beat. It’s nothing unusual, most weekends are spent watching crappy movies and hanging out in her apartment, pretending that they don’t have a bunch of tests the following week. 

Or at least, that’s what she thinks till Natsu sets his unfinished fortune cookie aside and drops his feet onto the floor, bending one leg underneath himself to watch her. She chokes on her chicken, pounding her chest to dislodge the food as her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, but he doesn’t flinch. Which is good because she had once seen him choke on a chip and had to punch his back for a good five minutes so he can hardly lecture her on things like manners. But she’s still blushing because his eyes are a dark green now, far more so than they have ever been, and he’s watching her far more closely than usual. 

She sets her food aside as well, fixing him with a look. “What? Do I have something on my face?” With a napkin, she brushes off her face, trying to feel for crumbs or smeared sauce, but it comes back blank save for the remnants of her lip gloss. She stares blankly at him, waiting, and he doesn’t fail to lean in close, their noses nearly brushing, and she tries not to go cross-eyed or let her breath falter with minimal success. 

“Lucy, you’re a weirdo.” She sighs, leaning back and lightly flicking his nose. Natsu scrunches his face at her before a grin settles on his face and he continues without complaint, “But you’re my weirdo.” His words end on a soft note, one that is as uncharacteristic as it is serious. 

She stares at him with an open mouth, trying to decipher the meaning, because he doesn’t say things out of the blue. Not ones whose meanings could be something entirely different. She knows where they stand usually, there’s a line in the sand that she drew a while back when his lips became fascinating and his touches drew shivers and she vowed never to cross it for fear of what would change. 

He was Natsu. She was Lucy. There wasn’t a them in that sense. 

“You’re weirdo,” she affirms because she’s pretty sure he means his weirdo, his friend and not his weirdo, his Lucy. He doesn’t need to know how she feels, she can’t stand the thought of earnest, honest Natsu having to let her down.

She expects him to nod and continue with his food, the same thing he always does when questions about their friendship surface. She blames some of their friends for planting that doubt in his head with their jokes. 

But he doesn’t. He huffs instead, sitting cross-legged on her pink sofa. “No, I mean.” Natsu wrinkles his nose, fighting for words and she tilts her head, brushing hair behind her ear in a movement that he follows with his darkening eyes. 

“What do you mean then?” She asks softly, hardly daring to breath. Hardly daring to hope. 

“You know how Gray disappears with Juvia for a few days to visit family and then they came back all lovey-dovey with that stupid grin on their face? She practically had an umbrella saying ‘engaged’ when she came back,” he says suddenly, tapping his fingers on his knee. His head tilts back, eyes on the ceiling as though it would help him find the words and she tries not to make it obvious that she wants to kiss his throat even though it’s painfully obvious. She blinks, nodding slowly, heart stuttering at the build up. It’s unlike Natsu to beat around the bush and she holds her breath, waiting for it. “I want something like that. Just don’t tell the Stripper that, he’d be more annoying than usual.”

“Okay,” she says faintly, now frowning and a little cold. The hope is dwindling, dying by the second, and she tries not to show confusion on her face because that will lead to questions and confessions and words that can’t ever be taken back. He wants advice, she thinks, preparing herself because she wants Natsu happy, even if it’s not with her, and she knows how to mend a broken heart. She’s done it before, after all, even if this Natsu shaped one seems insurmountable. 

“Thing is, I want that with somebody and I want that somebody to be you.” 

Her head jerks up to face him, but he’s still looking at the ceiling, a tinge on his cheeks that she’s never seen before. It’s oddly endearing, she thinks, her heart stopping then threatening to beat straight out of her chest and into his hands.

Silly heart, trying to go somewhere it had always been. 

He doesn’t notice the way her face changes as he talks, from the uncertain hope to the certain heartbreak to the unabashed happiness, and he keeps going, like the words had built up and he’s finally given up on holding them back. And she wonders, for the first time, if maybe she’s been a little blind. “I tried really hard not to feel anything for you.” How rude, she thinks, lips twitching because she had done the same. “But guess what? I failed. Probably the best failure of my life, really. Except maybe that time I failed making those cupcakes and made the exploding lava cakes, because those are–”

“Natsu?” She cuts him off, leaning closer to him. 

Finally he looks at her; there’s no blush on his face, just pure relief and she figures he’s stronger than she thinks when it comes to feelings. He throws himself into the storm without hesitation, taking the consequences of them alongside the victories, and she’s definitely never been more in love with him than when he looks at her with eyes dark with love. “Yeah?”

“Shut up.” She kisses him, surprised to find that their roles have spun. She’s generally the one with words and he’s the one with actions, yet here they are, facing something different. Her hands hold his face, stroking over his jaw and his cheeks and every bit of him she can touch without disconnecting their lips. She’s got fire dancing beneath her skin with every brush of his chapped lips and his hands are squeezing her waist, trying to hold her in place. It’s sloppy, messy, and a beautiful first. The beginning of many, she knows. 

She draws back for air, heart racing worse than ever, but steadying and when he shifts back, she already misses the contact. He fixes it instantly, dragging her with him to the other end of the sofa, propping his feet up on the table once more while she sits sideways in his lap, her back supported by the arm rest and one of his hands holding hers. 

It’s not so different than usual, except that she can cuddle closer to his warmth and she drops her cheek on his shoulder, content.

“What brought this up?”

“Fortune cookie,” he replies, playing with her fingers. 

“… Fortune cookie?” He points and she reaches for a broken cookie, a thin piece of paper fluttering into their lap. She reads aloud: “’Someone is your sunshine, let them know.’ You confessed to me because a fortune cookie told you to? That’s so lame.” 

Then – he stares at her and she stares at him – both of them laugh.

Elliot And Eeyore

A/N ignore the dates, yeah.

Spencer x Reader

You hated this time of year. Valentines day and the run up to it. It just reminded you that you were hopelessly single. You’d spent Valentines day alone for the last five years and whilst you weren’t exactly pining after having a boyfriend, this time of year only served to remind you that you didn’t have anyone. Well, what you meant was that you didn’t have anyone to cuddle up to and spoon at night. You didn’t have anyone to cook romantic meals for and vice versa. You didn’t have anyone who’s oversized sweaters you could steal and curl up in, and you didn’t have anyone to kiss and hug amongst other things.

The book shop that you’d inherited from your grandparents and had worked in since you were eighteen had been decorated with pink balloons, faux rose petals scattered over displays. Men were coming in on an almost hourly basis, looking sheepish as they picked up the latest ‘sexy’ book or erotic thriller that were all the rage these days for woman. Or at least men thought so. You personally would much rather someone present you with a classic or a good autobiography rather than one of those types of books. Not that there was anything fundamentally wrong with them, you’d read your fair share and they definitely had certain perks, you were just sure that their partners would appreciate something a little bit more romantic as a Valentines Day gift.

The chime above door the sounded and you looked up from the book you were reading, nestled behind the counter. It was quiet in the store right now and your assistant and friend Jess was taking her lunch break in the back. A familiar face met yours, the face of a man who’d been frequenting the shop for the last five months or so, someone you actually looked forward to seeing although you never did know when you’d see him again.

The mans name was Spencer, you’d found that out a few weeks after he’d starting coming in and had asked you if you could track down a certain book for him. You could and you had, and the two of you had started casually chatting, continuing the conversations each time he came in. He worked for FBI he’d told you during on of the chats, which explained why sometimes he’d be in almost daily on his way home from work but then you could go three weeks in a row with seeing him at all. He was nice, funny and sweet, with a love of literature which mirrored yours. And the pace at which he seemed to devour books was fascinating.

Spencer gave you a shy smile when he entered and mooched around the store for a while, just browsing. He was the only customer in there currently. After around ten minutes or so, he came up to the cash desk with two books in his hands. You rang them up and handed them to him, watching him place them directly into his messenger bag like he always did, before pushing his hair back behind his ear.

“I’ve not seen you for a few weeks, big case at work?” you knew he couldn’t talk to you directly about what he dealt with but you knew he was somewhat important. He was Googleable, and you didn’t know many people personally who were.

“Yup. We just got back this morning. I’m on my way home to relax for a well earned break.”

He did look tired now he was up close, shadows under his eyes and a light scruff covering his jawline. A jawline that could very easily cut glass. He bit his lower lip, looking uncomfortable and like he wanted to ask something.

“So erm….You’re open on Sunday? That’s Valentines Day right?”

“Yep. It’s not like I have any other plans, and there’s always guys needing to buy last minute gifts.” You were only opening 12pm until 3pm anyway, you deserved an early finish.

“Is Elliot not taking you out?” he asked quietly, his eyes flickering away and then back to you.

“Elliot? My cat?” now you were confused.

“Elliot’s your cat? Oh! The way you talk sometimes…. He’s just your cat. So you don’t have a boyfriend?” Spencer still sounded cautious but there was something else in his voice that you couldn’t pin point.

“Nope. Young, free and single.”

A smile that could have melted chocolate it was so warm and bright crossed Spencer’s face then and he laughed. He chatted for a few more minutes before making his excuses and leaving.


On Thursday the store had been open for an hour when a flower delivery girl walked in with hugest bunch of roses and violets that you’d ever seen.

“Are you Y/F/N?” she came straight up to the desk and you nodded, accepting the bouquet. The girl grinned as you signed for the flowers.

“Someone’s a lucky lady” she folded the sheet and tucked it in her bag, leaving you surprised.

“Who the hell are they from?” Jess bounded over, her eyes wide in excitement.

“I haven’t got a clue,“ you scanned the bouquet, spotting a card tucked away.

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
I come in here so often
Just to see you”

“Oh my God you have a secret admirer! This is awesome, who do you think it is?”

You weren’t sure. There was someone you hoped it would be but you didn’t dare let yourself think it could be them. You didn’t want to be horribly disappointed.

The next day at around the same time another delivery girl walked in, this time from the bakery up the road. You knew her, you frequented it often and she grinned as she handed you a cake box.

“Please tell me who it is” you begged her and she laughed.

“Hell no. That’s what Valentines is all about isn’t it. Secret admirers and all that. All I will say is that, Damn girl. He’s pretty hot.”

She left and you opened the box, Jess stood besides you. There were six cupcakes in the box each decorated with tiny frosted books on top of them. They were so adorable that you didn’t want to eat them, smacking Jess’s hand away when she reached for one.

You couldn’t help but smile, a warm and fuzzy feeling building inside you.

On Saturday, you opened the front door to the shop in the morning to find a wrapped box with your name on a card. It hadn’t been there ten minutes ago when you’d knelt by the letter box to collect the morning post, which made you think that he was nearby and watching.

You took the box back to the cash desk and opened it, revealing a ceramic money box in the shape of Eeyore from the Winnie The Pooh books. Another typed card was placed in the box.

“You said once during a conversation that you loved these books as a child and that you wanted to save so you could visit England and go to Ashdown Forest, the real life setting. Now you can start your own hundred acre woods fund.”

Had you said that? It was true, they were your favourite childhood books and it was one of your goals to visit and travel all over England, and visiting that forest was on your list of places to go whilst you were there. You couldn’t recall having this conversation with anyone though, at least not recently. It was generally only children you talked to about Pooh Bear and his friends.

Curious, very very curious.


Valentines day itself came and you opened the store as planned, doing a decent trade up until 2pm and then the customers fizzling out. You were on edge all day, having taken extra care with your appearance in the morning, sure that your secret admirer would make an appearance today.

As it was a Sunday and you were only opening for three hours Jess wasn’t in, and at ten to three you started straightening up the store, feeling slightly disappointed that whoever it was, hadn’t made an appearance. At three you locked the door and flipped the sign to closed, turning to head back to the desk and jumping when a sharp rapping came from the glass behind you.

You spun around slowly to see a very nervous looking Spencer standing the other side of the locked door, a picnic basket in his hand and a picnic blanket thrown over one arm.

Yes yes Yes!

Your lips twitched into a smile as you unlocked the door again and held it open for him.


“Hi,” his voice faltered slightly as he stepped inside.

“You’re aware that I’m closed, right?” you were nearly certain that he wasn’t here to buy a book but you also didn’t want to blurt anything out and make a fool out of yourself.

“I know. I’ve been waiting for you to close.”

“Any particular reason, Spencer?”

His cheeks flushed in the most adorably endearing way and shuffled his feet.

“Erm…. I thought…. Maybe…. We could have an indoor picnic. Or an outdoor one, but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“Please tell me the flowers were you. And the cupcakes. And the beautiful money box? Please don’t let them be somebody else.”

“It was me. Did you… Did you like them?” he took a step closer to you and you mirrored him.

“I’ve never had anyone send me Valentines gifts before, even when I was in a relationship. It’s honestly the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me, and I hoped and prayed it was you but I didn’t want to let myself believe it until I knew. I didn’t want to be disappointed.”

He smiled at you and you beamed back.

“I… I would have tried to ask you out sooner but I thought… Well, I thought you had a boyfriend called Elliot. And when you didn’t, and it was four days from Valentines Day, I figured I’d try to use it to my advantage and to try and win you over.”

“Well it worked. Consider me well and truly won over, although I kinda was before. I always looked forward to your visits Spencer, they brighten up my week. One thing though… Did we ever really speak about Winnie The Pooh? That threw me.”

“I overhead you talking to a small child one day and it stuck in my mind like almost everything I’ve heard you say does.”

“Well it was so sweet and adorable and…. I could literally ramble right now about how warm and fuzzy I’m feeling but I’m kinda making an idiot of myself already so…. An indoor picnic you say? In here?”

Spencer nodded and shook the blanket out. “We both love books so it seemed fitting. There is kinda one thing I have to ask though, just because of what today is.”

“Go on then.”

“Y/N.. Will you…. Will you be my Valentine?”

“There’s nothing more I want to be right now, Spencer.”

Daniel || Cupcakes & Confessions

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by seouldreams14

You entered the bakery shop, the bell at the top of the door ringing. As you stepped foot inside the bakery, the smell of cake filled your nostrils, making your stomach growl from how hungry you are.

You approached the counter, spotting the familiar pink haired male that you see every time you come here. 

“Hey, Y/N! What would you like today?” Daniel asks, the same bright smile, that didn’t fail to make your heart flutter, appearing on his face. You stared up at the menu above Daniel’s head, looking at the many desserts that you haven’t tried before. As you saw a dessert you found interesting, you opened your mouth to speak.

“Uh, a chocolate cupcake would be nice.” You tell him. He punches your order in on the screen in front of him, humming a tune to a song as he did so.

“Will that be it?” He asks, looking up at you. You felt yourself blush as he stared at you with his dark brown eyes. You look down at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with him as you played with the hem of your shirt. You nod your head slowly as a response to his question.

“Okay, that’ll be $2.” He tells you. You pull out your wallet and fish through it before pulling out $2. You shyly hand it to him, still facing the ground. He chuckled deeply at how cute and shy you were before putting the money in the cash register and telling you that your cupcake will be ready shortly.

“Th-thank you.” You mutter quickly before turning around and trying to find a place to sit at.

As you were waiting patiently for your cupcake at your seat, you couldn’t help but stare at Daniel as he was taking an elderly woman’s order. ‘He looks so cute.’ You thought to yourself, placing a hand on your heart as you felt it pounding hard against your chest.

You watched as the elderly woman walked away, and you saw Daniel standing behind the counter, puffing his cheeks out and tapping his fingers on the countertop.

As you were staring at him, he looked at you. You jumped in surprise, your face turning pink as he smiled at you. ‘No don’t smile at me, you pink haired dork.’ You thought.

Luckily, Daniel walked to the back room, which broke your guys’s awkward eye contact. You slapped yourself on the forehead for being an idiot for staring too long at him.

Though it didn’t last long until he came back, holding a small white box. He rang the bell that was on the counter. “Y/N, your cupcake is here!” He exclaimed, showing off his cute toothy smile. You stood up and made your way to the counter, grabbing the box and bowing down.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, your cheeks warming up as he stared at you once again. 

“Y/N?” Daniel says in a sudden quiet voice. You look up at him, noticing that he’s the one staring down at the floor now. He bit his lip nervously before staring back up at you.

“We’ve known each other for a while now. And the only time we ever see each other is when you come to the bakery.” He trails off, fiddling with his fingers, before speaking up again. “I just wanted to know, if, you know…”

He paused for a moment. You raise an eyebrow, feeling anxious about what he is about to say. You nod your head, signaling him to continue his sentence.

“I wanted to know if you would like to go out sometime?” He finally confesses.

At this moment, you could feel your heart stopping. ‘D-did he just confess to me?!’ You thought. Your cheeks grew warm and you swear your face is super red right now. You had no idea that the guy you’ve liked for such a long time actually likes you back. You just wanted to die happy.

You nod your head frantically. “Yes! I would love to go out with you, Daniel.”

He widens his eyes, his cheeks turning the same pink color as his hair. “R-really?! I mean… really?”

You giggle. “Yes, really!”

He smiles widely before walking around the counter, grabbing the box that your cupcake was in and setting it on the countertop, before giving you a big, tight hug. Everyone in the bakery was watching as you guys, awe-ing and enjoying the sight of you two hugging.

“Daniel, we’re in public.” You whine over his shoulder, blushing furiously as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I don’t care. Let everyone see my girlfriend and I hugging.” 

Your heart started beating extremely fast as he just called you his girlfriend.

“Girlfriend? You never asked me to be your girlfriend.” You said with a smirk.

He pulled back from the hug, which made you a bit sad, before he grinned and said, “Y/N, will you be my lovely girlfriend?”

You blush and smile at him. “Yes, Daniel, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Yesss!!!” Daniel exclaims before lifting you up and twirling you around. He gives you a wet kiss on the cheek, making you giggle, before setting you down on the floor. Daniel opened his mouth to speak.

“Now I have everything I’ve ever wanted, right here in my arms. And also in this bakery.”

A/N I do not own any of these gifs or images, they are just simply from Google or Tumblr. And please this is my own writing, so don’t take it for granted.
Word count: 831
You and Stiles were best friends, you have been since forever. You are Stiles girl best friend and Scott is Stiles boy best friend. You remember the day you two first met, it was in kindergarten and somehow a curly headed boy came running into you and spilling his grape juice all over your new yellow sundress, ruining your brand new dress with a massive purple stain on it. And from that day you became best friends and then also become best friends with Scott the same day, so really you three are inseparable.

You was over Stiles house with Mr. Stilinski waiting on Stiles to come home from lacrosse practice when randomly Mr. Stilinski asks you to make your famous red velvet cupcakes, and with a nod and a smile you said yes, because really you’d do anything for that man because he was basically your second father.

So here you are in the Stilinski’s kitchen making a batch of your famous cupcakes. In the middle of making the cake batter Mr. Stilinski informs you he has to head to the station and that Stiles should be home soon, telling him that it’s okay that he can trust you, because he does more than Stiles, Mr. Stilinski leaves for station, leaving you in the kitchen baking.  

In the mist of putting the cupcakes in the oven you hear the front door open and shut with the sound of feet walking in your direction.  

“Dad” you hear Stiles call out. “Oh hey Y/N” Stiles says when he notices you in the kitchen. “Dad gone to work” he asks and you nod you own head, you watch Stiles for a few seconds before he sniff the air twice and then smiles. “Red velvet” he asks with a massive grin on his tired face.  

“I was here early and waited for you, your dad asked if I could make some.” You reply as you start to clean up.

“Alright cool, I’m gonna head to the shower wash of this sweat” you nod your head at Stiles as he turns to leave. While Stiles shower you start to make the icing for the cupcakes, a classic cream cheese icing. The oven finally dings to say the cupcakes are ready so you go and take them out and start to ice them, Stiles was still in the shower or maybe out of the shower by now, but you had no clue. Just as you was about to ice the first cupcake a loud, shrilling scream leaves your lips as you jump back away from the counter, backing away from the long legged animal walking across the counter.  

In a matter of seconds pounding feet is heard running down the stairs and to the kitchen where Stiles appears in a white towel wrapped around his waist and a wooden baseball bat in his hands, ready to attack.  

“What, what is it. Are you hurt” Stiles asks you frantically looking around the kitchen and then focusing his eyesight back on you.  

“Spider” you whimper eyes wide and scared of the creature crawling on the kitchen counter. Stiles watches your shaking form for a few seconds before sighing deeply and walking closer to the counter and instantly killing the spider with some tissues. “Thank you” you whisper to him, finally able to breath now that the spider is gone.  

Stiles smiles at you before opening his mouth to talk. “Well I am your knight in shining armour” Stiles say with a terrible British accent.  

“Oh my fare knight, you saved my life from the horrendous creature. How may I repay you” you say in a equally as terrible British accent.  

Stiles smile before speaking. “You may repay me with one of those delicious cupcakes of yours, madam Y/N.”

“Of course” you say back with a slight laugh as you go and finish of the cupcakes, handing one to Stiles as soon as one was done. Stiles makes a very loud moaning noise as he bites into the cupcake, making you shake your head at his silliness. 

“A baseball bat really?” You ask Stiles while looking at the baseball bat for a second then going back to the cupcakes.

“I thought you was in danger.” Stiles exclaims and you smile, shaking your head knowing that Stiles will always have your back for anything.

“Stiles!” You exclaim as he steals another cupcake and runs of back upstairs happily munching on the food stuffed in his mouth. You shake your head and laugh while finishing the last of the cupcakes, knowing that the goof ball upstairs is your best friend and you wouldn’t change him nor Scott for the world.  

Saw the cutest kid at work today! I was walking to clock out and heard hi! I saw a little boy in a cart and he points to the cupcakes and says look at the birthday cakes! I was going to the self checkout and saw the same boy and he goes hey I know you! And it was just so cute and made my crappy day so much better

sumsimonscone  asked:

Malec and/or Clizzy taking a cooking class together

“Hurry up Fray, we can’t let those bisexuals beat us at this cake contest!”

“Alec, for the hundredth time, it’s not timed, let me take my time, you idiot!”

From the table next to them, Isabelle sat on the bar stool, slowly stirring the frosting in her bowl and Magnus sipped at his wine, observing his boyfriend cracking eggs in a rush and Clary panicking over that she can’t find the sprinkles. Actually, he was not the only one paying attention to that, considering that she was literally screaming “Where the actual fuck are my god damn sprinkles, who took my sprinkles, I will murder every single one of you if I have to, give me my sprinkles back!” as Alec held her back from throwing a milk carton at a white straight couple two tables away.

“Do you think there’s any use in telling them again that a baking class is not the same thing as a cake contest?” Izzy said, a fond smile on her face as she watched her girlfriend glare at the said straight white couple.

“Considering the first 3 times didn’t change anything for their stubborn competitive asses, I don’t think there’s any more need to try.” Magnus chuckled, as he put his wine glass down and reached over to open the oven and check if the cupcakes were ready or not.

Magnus and Izzy thought it might be a good idea to have a double date at a baking class, but from the second the instructor said the words “pick your partner” both Alec and Clary’s brains lost the ability to register this as anything but the biggest competition of their lives. They decided that they were going to split up into gay and bi teams and they only got to work after watching Clary and Alec spend 15 minutes saying things like “let’s see if the L in LGBT stands for ladyfingers master” and “let’s see if I’m not just gay but I also SLAY… at baking.”

Finally, their cupcakes were done. Magnus and Izzy went for simple half chocolate half vanilla ones, while Alec and Clary decided to make rainbow frosting, a rainbow cake and add rainbow sprinkles.

“I thought you said that this is a cake contest, not a who’s gayer contest?” Izzy teased, walking over to their table and looking down at their tray.

“First of all, there is no need for a who’s gayer contest, we all know that I’m the gayest one here.” Clary said, and Magnus burst out laughing at the look of shock and hurt on Alec’s face. “Second of all, there technically is no need for a cake contest either, considering that our cupcakes are like so much better than yours.”

Izzy shook her head fondly and muttered something along the lines of “This was never a cake contest to begin with, dummy” under her breath.

“How dare you say that you’re gayer than me?” Alec interrupted, “Can you believe this Magnus? She just said that she is gayer than me? What kind of disrespect… I cannot even… I thought we were friends…”

“Alexander, dear, I don’t think it is physically possible for a human being to be gayer than you.” Magnus put his hand on Alec’s shoulder and smiled at the genuine look of happiness and pride that took over the latter’s face, as he turned to Clary and stuck his tongue out to her.

After witnessing his boyfriend be the most dramatic 4-year-old he’s ever met, Magnus sat down in the stool and pulled Alec down for a kiss by the lapels of his jacket and heard him whisper “we are so going to beat you” into his mouth and then felt him smile as he kissed him softly, putting his hands on Magnus’s waist and then pulling away from the kiss, only to leave about a dozen kisses on Magnus’s cheeks, as Magnus grinned and placed a soft kiss on Alec’s forehead: “of course you are darling.”

And as Clary was making sure with the flash of her phone that all the cupcakes were 100% perfect, Isabelle walked up to the instructor and asked her to come taste the cupcakes that they made and say that the rainbow ones are so good that they don’t even compare to the half chocolate half vanilla ones and she looked over at Clary fondly and then walked up to her and hugged her from behind and felt her jump a little from the surprise and whispered into her ear “we don’t stand a chance against you do we?” And Clary turned her head and looked at her, slowly leaning down and dragging her lips over Izzy’s and pulling away with a smirk: “you really don’t.”

because-imma-lady-assface  asked:

17 with Lance? :)

(Ok this is like 50000% fluff. I changed it slightly bc I wanted to write something happy- I hope that’s OK sweetie!) 

Originally posted by youknowiamacrazybitch

‘Ms Tucker? Your husband is here.‘ 

Glancing over at the clock on the side of your computer, your brow furrowed slightly. Usually, when Lance happened to drop by the office to see you, it was around lunch time or even early into the evening. 

You were a workaholic at heart and often relied on him to pull him away from the work you poured your heart and soul into. 

Reaching over to the intercom, you pressed down on the small white button, a twitch of a smile dancing across your lips. It was gone three thirty; Lance would probably have picked up Celeste and Daniel from kindergarten by now.

'Send them in.' 

Before you could finish the sentence, the door to your private, glass filled office was swung open and little, heavy feet pounded against the floor, heading for their mother. 

Celeste, the brash, bawdy young girl that you saw so much of yourself in, was the first to arrive and launched herself up onto your lap, her violet coloured bag abandoned at the foot of your chair. 

As she buried her face in your chest, enveloping the scent of your perfume, Daniel slowly caught up, wheezing gently. He had been asthmatic from birth, the quieter twin out of the two, with the same big, bright blue eyes of his father and a crop of soft, cocoa coloured curls tumbling like a waterfall around his ears. 

It took him a moment, but like climbing a tree, Daniel eventually scrambled his way up and balanced himself on your other thigh. A tiny hand found its way into yours.

'Hi babies,’ you smiled, the first genuine one you’d had in hours. You pressed a soft kiss to each of their foreheads. 

They were easier to read than a well-thumbed novel. Daniel, obviously tired, pressed his head into the crook of her arm, his thumb stuck into his mouth- a habit they had yet to make him kick. 

Celeste leant precariously over the leather arm of the chair and reached for her bag, unzipping it and withdrawing something wrapped in newspaper. 

'Look, look! We made this in art today! I made it for you.' 

She ripped away the newspaper with little regard for its contents and pushed a clay made object into your hands. On closer inspection, it appeared to be a pot. Crudely drawn in big, wobbly letters on the front was the word 'MOM’. 

'I helped,’ Daniel said quietly, removing his thumb from his mouth just long enough to claim co-credit for the artwork. 

Smiling, you placed it right beside your computer on the desk, clear for you to see. 

'I love it, darlings. I’ve got two real life Picassos here, haven’t I?' 

Almost forgotten, but happy to stand in the doorway and watch the beautiful sight of his wife and children giggling together, Lance chose that moment to cough lightly, stepping into the room. 

Slung on one shoulder was Daniel’s Spiderman backpack, on the other a gym bag. In his hands, he held a handful of Tupperware containers and a small box. 

'I’ve got a matching one. Celeste has promised to make me coffee in it,’ Lance smiled, dropping the bags on the other side of the desk before the silver backed chair reserved for visitors. 

'Only if you help!’ his daughter retorted. 

Leaning up, you met Lance’s mouth as he curled down, sharing a soft, comforting kiss. Gently, he brushed a curl of hair from the side of your face. He had jumped blindly into being a house husband after retiring from gymnastics but had found it to be a fulfilling and exciting role. 

Getting to spend time with his kids, getting to be a part of their lives- he didn’t want anything else. 

'You left so early, love. And I’m going to bet you haven’t had lunch, hm?' 

Your stomach growled, betraying any lie you were about to tell. Daniel and Celeste giggled. Lance put a hand on his hip. 

'Lucky for you- superdad is to the rescue,’ he smiled, reaching for the Tupperware and removing the bright red lid. 

Inside was a warm cocoon of cheese and chicken, vegetables chopped into little chunks and sprinklings of brown rice underneath. Lance had layered the bottom with spinach and lettuce. 

In the next box there was a salad comprising of tomato and mozzarella slices; in another, a mix of blueberries, raspberries and fresh strawberries. Lance handed you a fork, smiling. 

'You’re amazing, darling. I was just gonna run to the bodega and grab a sandwich,’ you grinned, taking the fork from him and spooning some rice into your mouth. It tasted, of course, delicious. 

'Couldn’t let my high flying wife go hungry, could I?' 

'Show her the box, Daddy!’ Daniel announced, bouncing happily on your knee. Lance handed over the box and Celeste immediately grabbed it, open the cardboard lid. 

'It was my idea, Mama. I told Daddy you’d like it.' 

Inside of the box were four different coloured cupcakes- a lemon one with a brilliant yellow sponge, a dark chocolate dipped in ganache, a mint one with chocolate chips swirled into the pistachio coloured icing and a huge strawberry one, smothered in candy coloured pink goo.

 A cupcake to represent all of them. 

'I love them, Celeste,’ you smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead, 'But I think I’ll save mine for after my lunch.' 

'We already had lunch,’ Daniel piped up again as Lance stirred up the food, placing it in front of you, grinning. 

The pair of you shared a look, before you reached into the box and withdrew the yellow cake and handed it to Daniel, and did the same with the pink for Celeste.

'The iPad is in the corner. See if you can find a movie, honey.' 

The twins leapt off your lap, heading into the corner where three squashy sofas were crammed together for midday naps, carrying their treats carefully with them. Lance smiled softly, heading towards the office entrance to close the large wooden door. 

You smirked at the sight of his glorious behind in a slightly too tight pair of jeans, taking a bite of salad. 

'I think I’d like another kiss, darling.' 

Lance smirked, closing the door to give them a little more privacy.

'You’ve got a mouth full of lettuce, honey.' 

'I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here,’ you replied, swallowing the piece of salad and grinning up at him. 

Lance couldn’t help but smirk, and after casting a cautious eye towards Celeste and Daniel in the corner, who were completely engrossed in the iPad, strolled over to your desk. 

With little effort, he lifted you up from the seat, took your place and settled you on his lap. Dipping you in his arms, he kissed you again softly, tongue gently running across the length of your bottom lip, taking in the savoury taste. Your knees shivered. 

When Lance pulled away, he reached for the Tupperware and popped a piece of cheese into his mouth. 

'You’ve got spinach between your teeth,’ he giggled, earning a sly slap on the arm from you.

Saeyoung - Valentine’s Day Special

  After you chose the happiest member, but with a tragic past, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.

 Some hours later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed extremely light. However, you weren’t expecting that.  Everything seemed wrong.

  You were in a strange place, lying on a couch and everything was a mess. What you made you more confused was how that room was identical to Seven’s. After playing his route so many times, you were sure about it.

  While looking around, you found your phone. But seeing all those Honey Buddha Chips made you hungry. You would be so happy to eat it with Luciel.  That’s when someone suddenly appeared.

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Sweet Tooth

 Anonymous asked: Can I request a Sam Wilson x reader fic where the reader is a #girlboss! doing her own thing and running a bakery. Enter sam one morning to get something sweet and also picks up the reader as well! ;)

Word Count: 1170

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Beta: @madithecatfish

Your name: submit What is this?

Owning a bakery was always your dream. From the time you were a little girl you loved to bake. You went to college to major in business and once you graduated, you went straight to the bank for a loan to open up your bakery. Thanks to your grade A persuasion skills and your credit, you were able to get your loan, with a low interest rate of course.

The start was slow and a little touch and go for a while, but once you found your niche, you were good to go. Business was booming and nothing could make your life better than it already was. Or at least until a certain Avenger walked into your bakery.

He was with the famous Captain America, who was currently rolling his eyes, and his companion the Winter Soldier. He was arguing with Bucky about cupcakes and muffins as they approached the counter.

“It’s still a muffin!” Sam shouted.

“If it has icing on it, it’s a cupcake!”

“Oh, so there’s a such thing as bran cupcakes now?”

“If it has icing on it, yes!”

“Umm, can I help you two?” You asked apprehensively. They may save the world but they were pretty loud, and you didn’t want to drive any customers away.

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Being a baker in the city was hard enough. There was always QFC or some other major chain that would sell quantity over quality and take all the customers. Dean didn’t have it any better when he opened his pie shop on a corner street. He knew he made the best pies. Hell, all these pies are his grandmother’s recipes. No one can duplicate them. But one thing he didn’t know was that right across the street, some wanna-be opened up a bakery. What’s worse is, it’s called Angel Cakes. 

So, when the shop opened, it took Sam and his mother to hold him back from marching across the street and tearing Now Open for Business sign off the door. Over the past weeks, he’d lose customers to that stupid place. Just because they did cakes, cupcakes, danishes, pies, and everything. Probably sold drugs for all that he knows. 

But, the second thing he didn’t know was the guy he had a one night stand with a week before that wretched shop opened. The blue-eyed, awkward, beautiful guy. The one named Castiel was the same guy who owned Angel Cakes.

Eleven Years

Pairing: Jikook

Length: Oneshot, 2.2k

Description: For Jikook Fluff Week Wedding Wednesday ft. Tender Talk Tuesday. Jungkook has been in love with Jimin since he was eleven.


“Hyung, what if I told you…I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” There’s no hidden meaning behind his words. The genuine curiosity shows in the slight inflection in his question.

Jimin pauses to think for a second before answering, “Then I’d just say I’d love you for the next eleven years and beyond to make up for lost time.”

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Sweet Royalty | Kim Seokjin (Chapter 1)

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Genres: Soulmate!AU, Royalty!AU, fluff

Summary: In the kingdom of Korea, there lived the Kim family who ruled over the land with kindness, care, and lawful structure. However, they believed in the strict law that the royal family must stay blue-blooded, meaning that any member was not allowed to marry anyone outside of nobility. You are a middle-class citizen who loves to cook and bake, making the people smile as they ate your treats and food. Due to your name becoming famous, you are asked to work in the kitchen at the royal palace. However, what happens when you end up falling in love with the youngest son, Prince Seokjin?

Chapters: Prologue Chapter 1

“Excuse me sorry” you yelled.

It was a Saturday morning, perfect weather to sit out in the sun and eat out with friends. Today was your one day off and you were looking to spending the day sitting out on the balcony of your small apartment to relax. But, that idea was broken when you received a call from one of your coworkers at the bakery. Business was booming and the workers were overwhelmed with a sea of people trickling in to buy all the things that were offered. With the hang-up of the call, you had quickly put your work clothes and ran out of the apartment to head to the bakery.

Apologizing to the man you had bumped into, you continued to run finally reaching the small store seeing the long line of people standing out of the doorway waiting in line. It was never unusual to you when business was booming, within the course of a year that you had opened the bakery, customers began to come in slowly and with the amazement on people’s faces when they tried the pastries and breads and the reviews becoming overly positive, word began to spread and more and more people came to just get a taste.

Running towards the side alley to the back entrance, you noticed one of your coworkers and closest friend Doyoon standing to greet you.

“There you are, hurry we got a lot of work to do.” he said as he held out your apron to you. Grabbing it from his hand, you quickly drape the apron over your head and tied the strings in the back. Following Doyoon inside, you were quickly engulfed by the many smells that you loved. Sweet breads rising in the oven, the chocolates being piped onto various eclairs, cupcakes, and cakes, vanilla as it was poured into batters, these smells were ones that always put a smile on your face. Passing by the other workers who greeted you as you walked by, you gave a quick smile and acknowledged their hard work as you tied up your hair.

Doyoon leaded you to your workstation, where the woman filling in for you held her head down. In front of her on the chrome table stood a burnt cake. You took a look at her name tag that had read ‘Jihyun’ and finally addressed.

“What happened here?”

The brown haired girl lifted her head to look at you but as soon as she caught a glimpse of your eyes, she looked down again.

“As you know Y/N, your Napoleon cake is one of the most favored speciality here. Since we wanted to give you the day off, I entrusted Jihyun here to bake it while I tended to the register. But as you can see here, she has burnt it and with how time consuming it is to make it, there’s no way we can get this out before the rush is over.” Doyoon said.

The girl continued to look down in shame as the situation was explained to you. You let out a sigh of frustration, knowing that Doyoon was right. There was no possible way to get the cake out before the rush died down.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Jihyun, go help Jongsoo with the breads.” you said. Jihyun bowed in apology and sped off the other way towards the bread-making station.

“Doyoon, tell Jaebin to get me some lemon juice. I have an idea of what I can make.” you commanded as you grabbed the utensils. Doyoon nodded and made his way over to Jaebin who was manning the cupcake station. Jaebin sped over to hand you the ingredient you had asked for as you began to mix the dry ingredients for the cake. Using a recipe that you had recently perfected, you had decided to make a simple butterscotch cake.

Spending two hours preparing the cake and icing it to perfection, you placed the cake on a glass platter, cut it into pieces and walked towards the double chrome doors, leading to the register and sitting area of the bakery. Coming out of the doors, the customers smiled and greeted you as you came out, excited to see what you had brought out. You opened the glass display and placed the cake on the shelf where the napoleon was suppose to be.

“What? No Napoleon today?” you heard someone say.

“Not today everyone, we had a little mishap but today you get to try a new recipe I have today.” you answered. You could see some disappointment on some people’s faces that they couldn’t get what they wanted, but you smiled seeing the people who looked excited to try your new recipe. Looking over at Doyoon who was manning the register, you smiled and said.

“Here let me take over for a bit, go make sure everything is fine in the back and bring out the breads.” Doyoon nodded and backed away from the register, going through the chrome doors.

The line began to move a little quicker as one by one you rang up customers, giving them the pastries or bread they requested. As Doyoon came back through the double doors and brought out the next set of breads, a man along with a little girl walk up to the register.

“Hello , what can I get for you?” you asked.

The little girl looked at the display case in awe, smiling at the pastries. The man who you had assumed was her father tapped her on the shoulder.

“Yeona, what would you like for today?” he asked.

“Cupcake!” the girl said with glee as she pointed at a vanilla cupcake. The man laughed and look back at you. You knelt down to the display case and slid it open to grab the vanilla cupcake for the young girl. Placing on a tray on the counter, the girl jumped up and down in excitement, eager to eat the small treat.

“Yeona calm down, let me just get my money out.” the man said.

“If I may, Yeona would you like a little design on the cupcake?” you asked to the small girl. She nodded her head in approval, making you smile. You turned around and knelt to a small mini fridge where you kept small piping bags of colored icing and took out a tan, pink, white, and black icing bags. Placing them on the counter, you took the tan icing bag and pointed it on the top of the cupcake. Using the bags back and forth, you drew the design on the cupcake while Yeona watched you amazed. When you finished, you revealed it to the man and girl. On the top of the cupcake was a design of a corgi’s face. The girl gasped and smiled at you.

“Daddy, look it’s a corgi, thank you miss!” she said. The man smiled and thanked you as well.

“Would you like anything else today sir?” you asked the father.

“Oh i’m not sure really, everything looks delicious I can’t decide.” he said to you.

“If i may sir, why don’t you try a sample of our special today?” you said. He nodded his head in agreement to you and you knelt back down to the display case, grabbing a toothpick and taking a small square piece of the butterscotch cake. You handed him the small piece and with no hesitation, he shoved the small piece in his mouth and began to chew. His eyes widened at the taste of it.

“This is delicious, you made this yourself?” he asked. You simply nodded at him.

“How many pieces are left?” he asked.

“Three I believe.” you answered.

“I’ll take them please.” he said. You were surprised by his eagerness to take the last three pieces home but ecstatic that he had loved it so much. Taking out a small box and tissue paper, you picked up the last three slices of cake along with Yeona’s cupcake and placed them inside the box, sealing it with four strips of yellow tape. The man handed you the money and you handed him a bag with the box inside. You bowed to him and Yeona, wishing them goodbye as they left the bakery. Time passed by and the rush had finally died down. Untying the apron from your back, you placed it on the rack and wished Doyoon and the rest of the workers well as you headed home, happy with how the day went and that you could finally relax.

Stepping through the large white and gold double doors, Yeona and her father walked into the large dining room where a woman and a man sat, reading the newspaper. As they looked at him, he bowed in respect before raising his head to speak.

“Your highnesses, I have brought to you something I believe you should try.” he said. The woman raised her eyebrow at the man, looking to the bag that he was carrying in his hand.

“What have you brought us Sejun?” she asked. Sejun looked behind to the maid who had carried two plates in her hands. She placed them down on the table and walked over to Sejun who handed her the small white box with pastries inside. The maid opened the box on the table and placed two of the three pieces of cake on the plates and handed it to the man and woman. Yeona walked over to the box and grabbed her cupcake, unwrapping it and eating it with her father looking at her in disapproval. The woman at the table takes her fork and takes a piece of the cake, placing it in her mouth and chewing slowly. After swallowing the piece, her mouth stayed slightly ajar in surprise taking in the marvel of the sweet treat in front of her.

The husband next to her noticed her surprised look, and with haste took a piece of the cake and ate it as well. He was left astonished himself, wondering how a cake like this was so sweet but so delicious at the same time.

“Jisoo, take that last piece up to Seokjin at once please.” the woman finally spoke as she turned her head towards the maid. The maid simply bowed her head and left the room with the box. With the maid’s departure, the woman finally looked back at Sejun.

“Sejun, I want you bring the baker who made this here at once, I think we have found our new pastry chef.”

And that is chapter 1 of Sweet Royalty. Jin will be coming soon guys! Request for chapter 2.


Chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese and chocolate chips.

I made little cakes. First I made a chocolate batter but instead of cocoa I used real chocolate, dark one then the same ingredients used for cupcakes but I used brown sugar. The cream cheese I used Quark cheese (European cream cheese). After I purred the chocolate batter, I put some chocolate chips and then the cream cheese batter mixed with sugar/an egg and vanilla. Baked for 20 minutes. I must say it taste great and it’s moist. 

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